by Anna J.
“I love you, Vice,” Skye said as she made herself comfortable in her car. “Please don’t say anything until we figure this out.”
“Skye, my lips are sealed until they’re not. We need to move on this asap.”
“Indeed,” she agreed as she put her car in drive. “Now let me go before my honey dip start wondering what’s taking me so long. It looks like you got some dick to get as well,” she said with a sly smile as she looked past me. When I turned around, I saw my little friend at this point was all the way tuned out of his current conversation and needed me to save him. I smiled to myself and made my move.
“Text me when you get home.” I leaned up out of the car and made a show of waving my girl off, knowing it would make my ass jiggle in my tights. Turning to my boo thang for the night, I sauntered up to him and stepped right in between him and old dust bucket like she wasn’t even standing there. Gently grabbing him by the neck, I pulled him into a semi-sloppy kiss and then walked away. They both had a look of shock on their faces that I completely ignored. When I got to the steps, I turned around to see them both staring at me.
“You coming to bust it down, or nah?”
Without hesitation, he two-stepped his way to me, leaving old girl just hanging in the wind. I shot her my brightest smile as I led him into the house and locked the door. I had some dick to get, and I was really not in the mood to argue with anyone about it. He could explain whatever he needed to her at a later date. That wasn’t any of my concern.
Any-who, I’ll let Selah finish telling you this bullshit-ass love story she was convinced was happening. Trust and believe that when the time came to swoop in, we’d be like hawks out this bitch. Just wait on it.
Sajdah
Get In Where You Fit In
I had to do everything for him. I swear I could send the simplest directions, and he would still mess it all up. So damn frustrating. Most times, I had to treat him like he was a five-year-old. I texted him the night before when Selah got in the shower to let him know she was in on the transition. His alarm was to stay set for 6 a.m. until otherwise discussed. That way, he had time to get on that 6:13 train that would have him downtown in enough time to see her in the morning. He could order her breakfast using the Starbucks app, so that wasn’t a big deal.
No, she didn’t know, per se, that I was sending him to her in a roundabout way, but I was a tad bit instrumental in orchestrating their meeting. Chance wanted me; I didn’t want him. I didn’t have time to entertain these dudes when I was too busy building an empire, and he was too yummy of a distraction to get caught up right now. The next best thing for both of us was my body double. He would basically get to enjoy the same body type, but a less smart one. I mean, Selah was smart . . . I guess, but I was a genius. Real live beauty and brains. I didn’t trust any other chick he had in mind, and this way, I could keep an eye on him. At first he tried to buck against me on this, but I wasn’t trying to hear him.
“Why can’t I have you? Why do I have to have her? Am I not good enough for you?” He asked me these questions one night while he had me pinned down and was balls deep in my pussy. He had my legs locked at my ankles and was pumping into me so slow it was killing me.
Chase had a long and meaty dick. It would definitely stretch you to the point where it was almost painful, but it felt so good you never wanted him to stop. I called it The Damager. If he wasn’t careful, your entire uterus would fuck around and be lying on the bed next to you when he was done. I really wanted to keep him all to myself, but I didn’t have time for him. The next best thing was my sister. That way, I wouldn’t be worried about diseases and shit. I typically didn’t share my dick, but his shit was so good I wanted Selah to have some too. She deserved it after what lame-ass Kevin put her through. This was sort of like a gift that would keep both of us satisfied. She didn’t know it, but I was looking out for her. As twisted as it looks, it was the truth.
Chase approached me so long ago I couldn’t clearly remember when we first started talking. I would see him all the time when I was transitioning from the regional rail to my car every day. Trust me, there was nowhere to park in Center City unless you wanted to pay a million dollars to do so. I, for one, wasn’t interested in spending my hard-earned coins on parking my car, so I decided it was smarter to at least drive halfway and ride halfway.
I noticed the funky-colored blue car driving by every morning, but the windows where tinted so dark I couldn’t see inside. I noticed the New York license plate, too, and automatically put him in the trap boy category. That took him out of the running immediately. I wasn’t even sure of his race, but I knew whoever owned that vehicle had to have a ton of money. One thing I didn’t mix was drug dealers and my residence. You wouldn’t have the police kicking my door in looking for your stupid ass, and I would not be spending time behind bars because I was guilty by association. That was the type of shit Selah got into. He was more her speed.
One morning as I was crossing the lot, Mr. Blue Car was already there, parked right near where I had to enter to get on the train. As I approached, I could see his window sliding down. I was immediately in love when I saw him. My pussy literally did a happy dance in my panties, and I had to squeeze my legs together to keep from walking funny. Model-type looks with a hint of thug . . . just how I liked them. He just came along at the wrong time.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” came this deep baritone from the car that made my nipples rock hard.
“Good morning,” I shot back, never breaking stride as I moved toward the platform. My train came in exactly six minutes. Whatever he wanted to say, he had better make it quick.
“Let me take you to work. I know you don’t really want to ride with all those people,” he responded, giving me a smile that made the pulse in my clit race even faster. I was not ready for him that morning.
“I’m okay. My dad told me not to ride with strangers.” That was the truth. He had been telling us that since we were kids. I picked a fine time to pay attention.
“I’m not a stranger. We been making eye contact with each other for weeks now.”
I laughed a little. He was cute. I entertained the thought for a second. I mean, would he really kill me, and all these people saw me get in his car? Of course he would. Killers didn’t care about that type of shit. Once I was in the car and it was moving, it was really his call on where he took me. I thought about it, but then I saw my train pulling up.
“Maybe next time,” I responded as I stepped up on the platform and boarded the train. I could see him pulling off as the train left the station, and for a second, I regretted not taking him up on his offer, but I was sure he would pop up again. He seemed like the persistent type, and he definitely put a smile on my face that morning.
I didn’t even get his name, but I made a mental note to properly introduce myself the next morning. He was sure to be out there. For now, I had to concentrate on the presentation I had that morning. This was a project I worked extremely hard on, and I was finally seeing the fruits of my labor. I smiled a little as we rode along. I was definitely going to give him some time, but it would be on my terms.
The next morning, I was shocked to not see the blue car sitting at the train station. He was out there religiously. Maybe me shooting him down the day before scared him off. I was a little sad about it, but then figured he might have just woken up late.
Little did I know I wouldn’t see him for almost six weeks. Surprisingly, I went from being concerned to worried about his wellbeing, to being pissed clean the fuck off. Who was he to just fall off the face of the earth? I was literally distraught one day, wondering what happened to him, and decided for my peace of mind that someone killed him, and that’s why I wouldn’t see him anymore. It made it easier for me to sleep at night.
One day, I woke up late. That never happens. I promise you I’m the person that gets up extra early just in case I need to iron my shirt. I hated being late anywhere and showed up to work at least forty-five minutes early to prep
are for my day. When Selah peeked her head in my room to make sure I was okay, I knew for sure my ass was late. She ran late on a daily basis, so for her to wake me up was something new. I hopped in the shower and barely lotioned as I threw on some clothes and hustled out the door.
I was tearing the road up, still trying to make the train on time, and I pulled up just in time to see it ride by. I wanted to cry. The next train wouldn’t come for another half hour, and I was trying to decide if I felt like sitting through traffic or just waiting. Getting out of my car, I decided to go into the little train station store to grab a piece of fruit when I saw Mr. Blue Car sitting there. I was ready to climb on the hood and kick his window out. How dare he show up here after all this time. I was livid!
I prepared myself to walk right by him—until that window rolled down and I saw that smile. The heartbeat in my pants was pounding like crazy, and I was so mad he made me weak like this. I wanted to punch him and fuck him at the same time.
“Just missed that train, huh?” he said in a slightly sarcastic tone. “Take the day off, love. You look like you need me today.”
“How you figure? I don’t even know you.” I tried to sound nasty but wasn’t a hundred percent sure it came out that way. This man made me so weak. He had me thinking, and it had been a while since I had a day off. I rocked my presentation a few weeks ago, and at this stage, it was just cleanup work. They wouldn’t miss me for one day, would they? I never called out. I thought that day just might be the day.
I couldn’t let him think he had me that easy, though. Whatever he had planned, he was going to work for it. It had been a while since I had some good dick, too. I was turning into a dog in heat right before his eyes, and I could tell by the look on his face that he knew he had me. I wanted to decline, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know when I would see him again. I couldn’t miss this opportunity.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I sent my director a text, letting him know I wouldn’t make it into the office that day. I didn’t give him any details, and of course, he was concerned because I never call out. I assured him everything was okay and that I would be there tomorrow.
As I circled the car to get in, I could smell the lemon pound cake and coffee he had resting on the dash. I didn’t even ask; I just snatched out the items and began to indulge as he pulled out of the station. I briefly thought about the possibility of being kidnapped, but at this point, it was too late. I was already in the car. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen regardless. I just hoped I didn’t end up chained to a pole in the basement after this.
We rode for a while out of the city limits, but for some reason, I wasn’t nervous. He made me so comfortable. The inside of this car was plush and custom to the max. Heated seats, chrome-on-black detail, and a screen big enough for me to watch movies while he drove. He also had smaller screens in the headrests. This man definitely had a coin or two. I’d never seen a car like this, and I was around money all the time.
Eventually, we ended up on this winding driveway that had a beautiful condo-style house sitting at the end of the driveway. The neighbor wasn’t too close, aside from the unit attached to his, but far enough away that they both had privacy. I made sure to peep my surroundings, just in case I needed to run for help.
He was a true gentleman, getting out to open the door for me and escorting me into his home. It was absolutely stunning—very modern and very masculine, but not overly boyish. You could tell a man lived there. It smelled like coconut and vanilla, and everything had its place.
I took the liberty of looking around downstairs, low key searching for a bobby pin, stray thong, or anything that indicated a woman was there. He took a seat and let me do me, a slight smile on his face as he watched my ass bounce with each step under my skirt. I was definitely prancing like a show pony. He needed to see what he was missing out on all that time he was gone.
I walked the entire living space on the first level but did not go upstairs. That, I would need an invite to, but first, we had some rules to discuss.
“Who else you giving that dick to?” I asked as I came back and straddled him. I knew my crotch felt warm as shit against his. My pussy had been pulsating from the moment I saw him, and it was nice and juicy if he wanted it, but he would have to act right first.
“It’s yours if you want it. All yours,” he replied, cool as a cucumber. The look on his face held it all together, but the lump in his sweats that was pressing against my clit said otherwise.
“Here’s the deal. I can’t be with you, but we can do this sometimes if you behave.”
“I’ll change your mind about that shortly,” he responded with a smile as he held me around my waist and stood up.
I locked my legs and arms around him and let him carry me up the steps. That shit had better be good. For his sake, he better hit the mark. He knew he had one chance to get me on board. I just hoped he took advantage.
Chase
Double the Pleasure
Motherfucking twins! Man, how did your boy luck up on that? Sajdah was bad, but come to find out there was an identical twin sister? Oh, the things I would do with both of them in my bed. I got brick hard every time I thought about it. Sajdah was dead set against that shit, though. No matter how much I tried to convince her, she just was not with it.
“That’s not what we get into. That’s incest,” would be her response every time. It was annoying. I bet a stack the other twin was with that shit, though. Sajdah was freaky as fuck, so I could only imagine what that wild one was capable of. I called her the wild one because, unlike Sajdah, she was more blunt and straightforward, from what I could see. I asked around about her, and every dude I knew told me she was a tough nut to crack. I had time, though, and my approach was different. I knew there was a way I could get and keep both of them. I just wasn’t sure how at the moment. Just the thought of having both of their tongues on my dick at the same time was all the motivation I needed.
We need to talk.
The text came through at like seven in the morning. I jumped up out of bed, but as soon as I saw what time it was, I just laid my ass back down. I overslept, and she was already on the train. I had been smashing at this point for a few months now. We still weren’t exclusive, but she wanted me all to herself. The fire that came out of her the last time she came here and someone else was already here almost ended in death. I didn’t think she had it in her to be so violent. The girl that was here ended up having to walk until her Lyft showed up. I felt bad for her, but what was I supposed to do? Sajdah came to slay, and she had an offer I couldn’t refuse.
I didn’t bother to respond to the text. I learned from past experience that her texting me was just to inform me of what was to come. It was not an invitation to converse. A few thoughts went through my head as I wondered what it could be about, but I decided to just lay it to rest until it was time. I had too much on my plate to be getting caught up in some shit I probably couldn’t control.
Checking up on the block, I could see the effects of my new product, especially in Kensington. Fiends were barely alive as they nodded out on just about every corner near Allegheny Ave. At this point in the game, I had no fucks left for people like this. Some would question why I was feeding drugs to my own people. I always countered that it was better to get them from your own than the white man. They were going to be drugged out regardless. Why not capitalize? I had no picks. Eight to eighty, blind, cripple, and crazy—if you had all my money, you got what you needed. If you were a loyal customer, I looked out for the cookout. I wasn’t Nino Brown out here giving out turkeys and shit at Christmas, but I always made sure everyone was good until I couldn’t anymore. No second chances. You fucked up, you disappeared. End of story.
Satisfied that everything in this part of the city was kosher, I made my way down South Philly, then to Center City to make sure my high-end clients had their fix. I had so many lawyers and politicians in my pocket it should have been a crime. Well, it was a crime, but you get what I
mean. That was part of the reason why even though we played it safe, a lot of the activity my boys did was overlooked. From the Philadelphia Police to Governor Kenney and everyone in between, I was covered. Judges in some of the highest courts, too. No one with a high status wanted to be associated with being on drugs, and trust me, the amount of drugs they had at these parties were crazy. Coke, pills, weed, anything you can handle—and I always made sure they were good.
I played around with some of their wives as well, unbeknownst to their husbands, of course. A lot of these judges and lawyers were married to younger women who they couldn’t fuck well, and they just stuck around for the money. They were smart, making sure to get married and birth kids to secure the bag. All they wanted was a good dick down, and for the right amount, I was on it. I even put a few of my team members on because I wasn’t greedy, and they paid well. Hell, I couldn’t fuck everybody. I mean, I could, but I really didn’t have time. I had a business to run. We would rotate so that they didn’t get attached and derail the whole shit. We had to keep a level head about this, for the benefit of everyone involved. No slip-ups allowed. Ever.
Sajdah could never know that much about me, though. No woman would understand that kind of grind, no matter how much it paid. She said she wanted me to herself, and if that meant that every low-level chicken head I bedded was off limits, then so be it, but I was going to continue to collect on them rich bitches. That was nonnegotiable. The best way to keep that rolling was to just not bring it up. Plain and simple.
By the time I got done making runs, meeting with the connect, and making sure no one was being grimy, I was back at the train station, waiting for Sajdah to pull up. I missed her that morning, so there was no way I was going to let the shit happen twice. I was there an entire hour early, running in to grab her favorite snacks from the train station ten minutes before she was due to get off.
