For a while we continued to stay between the buildings, catching whatever money came through there. But true to Hoods words, before long, we didn’t have to go looking for the money, because the money was coming to us. Kat came back four times. Each time begging even harder for us to come and get the money that was camped out at her apartment. Kats crib was on the main strip in the projects. Wabash Street. Her shit was known to jump off with major paper, because of the fact that it was one of the main spots where a lot of crackheads went to smoke their shit. The only thing about that was, just like all the hustlers knew her apartment was a trap stars come up, so did the police. The fifth - time Kat came back, she had two dudes walking with her. One of them had a hundred and eighty dollars he wanted to spend, the other had two hundred. For a block score this was excellent paper. Especially when most scores were only coming with ten, fifteen, or twenty dollars on average.
“Kat who the fuck you bringing back up in here? You fuckin stupid? Hood screamed on her as the trio approached.
“They good peoples Hood. You know I wouldn’t bring nobody fucked up back here,” Kat whined, praying that she didn’t lose this sell, not even caring that it was a strong possibility she could get the shit stomped out of her in the process. Me and Shell stood off to the side observing the conversation.
“I don’t give a fuck who you say they is! I don’t know em, and these motherfuckers don’t even look like they smoke! You smoke motherfucker?” Hood hissed, as from his hip he whipped out a medium sized chrome revolver and pressed the barrel into the side of guy number one’s head. The terrified man shook his head vigorously, signaling an answer of no! “No! No what! Nigga you the fuckin police!”
“Hood wait!” Kat screamed and jumped in front of her associate, quickly seeing her percentage of a good sale fading away. “He don’t smoke Hood, but he does!” Kat pointed to the second man. “They both janitors up at North Carolina Central! His name Edgar. He don’t smoke but he want some dope!”
“I ain’t got no goddamn heroin, and I don’t give a shit if he says he don’t smoke! If he’ll do some dope, he can smoke some rock! Give him yo stem!’ Hood commanded while he took a few steps back with his gun still trained on the man’s head!
“Hood he don’t….”
“Shut the fuck up bitch! I said give him your stem!” Hood pointed his gun at Kats head as quickly she handed Edgar her stem. Hood pulled out what looked to be about a half a gram of crack, stepped up and pressed it into the end of the stem!” “Put it in your mouth Edgar.” Hood ordered as he cocked the hammer on the pistol. Immediately Edgar complied. “Now light that shit for him Kat. And motherfucker you better pull hard, or them folks up at N. C. Central gonna be wondering what the hell you were doing down here in the projects when you got killed. After you do this, I’ll know you ain’t a cop and we can be friends. Light that shit Kat!” Shell and I watched in awe as Kat struck the lighter and held the flame up to the end of the pipe. Immediately the tip of the flame curved into the end of the stem as Edgar pulled for dear life, keeping his eyes glued to Hood and his pistol the entire time. With the slickness of a seasoned crack smoker, Kat made sure not to hold the flame to the pipe for long. She wanted to make sure she left some in the pipe for herself. As soon as Kat lowered the flame though, Edgar immediately blew out a thick cloud of smoke, dropped the stem like a hot potato, and grabbed for his heart as his eyes stretched to the size of boiled eggs!
“Edgar! Edgar! Edgar, is you alright!” Edgar’s companion who’s name we later found out was Thomas, asked frightened as he grabbed onto his friend’s arm! Edgar who was by now doubled over, took a few deep breaths before semi gaining his composure. As if in a trance, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a hundred - dollar bill and handed it to Hood. Edgars been smoking crack ever since.
“See! I told ya’ll this where the money at! In these streets! You coulda took ounces and sold em for a stack a piece, but you see how we hit the block with just “half” of that ounce and still almost made the stack?” Hood spoke up proudly.
“Yeah you were right bru. I like this shit already.” Shell joined in.
There were scores floating around everywhere, and most of them were looking for Hood and “the young boys.” For a while that’s what they called us. “The young boys.” I didn’t give a fuck. I hadn’t met nobody out there that I wanted to be on a first name basis with. An idea that I’d thought about earlier, suddenly came back to me. We were out on the block and out of work. Somebody needed to go snatch up some more. “Damn this paper running through here tonight like clockwork!” Hood spoke out. “And, it can be like this for y’all every night if you keep that fire on deck.” Hood continued to call himself schooling us. He was smiling proudly, but at the same time, desperately trying to figure out a way to beat me and Shell outta some of the blow.
“Yo, I’m gonna run back to the spot and snatch up some more hard. What should I bring back this time?” I asked Hood, snapping him outta his greedy daydream.
“Oh ummm, tell Keisha to give you an ounce. Tell her to show you how to weigh it while you down there. That won’t take but a minute or two. Me and Shell gonna hold the spot down and let these heads know its some of that same fire on the way back.” Hood rubbed his greedy hands together anxiously.
“I gotcha man” I yelled over my shoulder as I took off back to the apartment.
“Oh yeah, tell Keisha I love her and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
When I finally got back to the apartment, Keisha was sitting on the back porch smoking a blunt with a short dark skinned chic. Black as the ace of spades, she had to be one of the prettiest chic’s I’d ever seen. Her skin was so smooth that it seemed to have no beginning and no ending. Her jet - black hair was cut into a short style that complimented the structure of her face, and she wore a form fitting white stretch dress that looked like it was poured on her. She made me think of what Nubian princesses must have looked like centuries ago.
“What’s wrong! Everything straight ain’t it? Keisha asked, jumping to her feet with obvious fear in her eyes!
“Yeah everything good shorty.” I assured her. “That work you whipped up is all the way on point. Motherfuckers running around up there like chickens wit they heads cut off ! I came back to snatch up some more. I need an ounce this time. I need you to show me how to weigh the shit out too.”
“Oh okay.” Keisha breathed a sigh of relief as she handed the blunt to her Nubian friend. “This my girl Monique. She got a man and she don’t fuck around.” Keisha blurted out as she noticed me admiring her ebony friend. “But I do.” She quickly added on with a sly grin.
“Girl shut the hell up. I can speak for my damn self. And there’s always a first time for everything.” Monique’s stare suddenly matched my own. “Shit, Big Joe think he can run around Durham fucking every chicken head bitch with a big ass and a house full of kids, and I’m gonna keep putting up with that bullshit? Fuck that.”
“Oh bitch please. Shut up Monique. You aint gonna do shit. That fat nigga got your black ass on lock,” said Keisha as she grabbed me by the arm and led me into the apartment. Monique walked in behind us and locked the door. As soon as we walked into the kitchen Keisha went straight to the refrigerators freezer, and returned with a large Ziploc freezer bag filled with hard white cocaine. Reaching inside the bag she pulled out a black digital scale and placed it on the table. Reaching back inside the bag, Keisha attempted to break off a piece of the hard white, but the crater filled crack was brick hard and wasn’t budging. Seemingly frustrated, Keisha put the bag down and dashed off upstairs, ass cheeks jiggling like jello as she ran. Monique was sitting at the kitchen table. Staring. I held her gaze and waited on her to turn away, but to my surprise, she refused to.
“What’s up? I was curious as to what she was thinking.
“Nothing.” She answered nonchalantly with her eyes still locked into mine. If I was looking for some long drawn out response, then I was shit outta luck. I was playing dumb anyway. A real nigga knows that look anywhere. Damn this one pretty black motherfucker. Keisha dashed back into the kitchen, startling us out of our trance. She held a small hammer in one hand, and a green bathroom towel in the other.
“Come here baby.” Keisha purred pulling me behind her, wrapping my arms around her small waist. Reaching into the freezer bag, she pulled out a chunk of crack the size of a small coconut. Placing the towel on top of the big rock, she lifted the hammer and came down on it hard! SMACK!… Pieces of crack shot out in every direction from underneath the towel, but Keisha reassured me that it was nothing and for me not to worry. As she removed the towel, I looked down and saw that the great big chunk of hard, had now been broken up into various smaller crater filled chunks. Watching over Keisha’s shoulder, I focused and payed close attention as she placed the scale beside the bag and pressed the on button. Zero point zero (0.0) popped up on the screen. Picking up one of the chunks of rock, Keisha placed it on the scale and immediately the screen jumped to twelve point six (12.6). “See baby, the numbers on the left are grams and the numbers on the right equal tenths of a gram. That’s twelve point six grams, an ounce is twenty- eight grams, a half is fourteen, a quarter seven, and three point five is called an eight ball. Think you can remember that baby?” Keisha asked looking back at me with a girlish smile.
“Yeah, I got you. I’m a fast learner. Go ahead and get the shit right we need.”
“Okay baby, Keisha turned back around and placed another chunk on the scale as the numbers jumped to (22.4). Looking down at a piece of crack that had shot from underneath the towel onto the floor, she reached down, picked it up and placed it on the scale. (28.3) The numbers suddenly jumped to. Reaching into the drawer next to the sink, Keisha took out a small sandwich bag, picked up the scale and poured the contents into it. I knew she could feel my hard dick poking her in the ass through her shorts. “Here you go Banks. Come on let me show you where I’m putting the rest of this stuff in case I go somewhere and you need it.” I knew exactly what time it was. And I was game as a motherfucker. “We’ll be right back Nique.” Keisha yelled over her shoulder as she grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs. As soon as we made it up the stairs, not even bothering to shut the door to the bedroom we stepped into, Keisha immediately unzipped her jean shorts and kicked them off, revealing a plump red ass and a beautiful, meaty, bald head pussy. I remember wondering if she always walked around panty less as she laid back on the bed, spread her thick thighs, and started to finger fuck her juicy pussy while seductively whispering my name. I don’t even remember taking my pants off! Leaning in, Keisha rose up off the bed wrapping her hand around as much of my dick as she could before speaking, “Yes, thank you. Oooh yes baby, thank you.” Her voice was husky and drenched with lust. I groaned loudly as she stared me in the eye, while whipping the tip of her tongue out like a serpent, snaking it into the hole at the head of my dick. Hungrily she savored the sweet, salty taste of the pre-cum that had built up there. I’d be lying like a motherfucker if I said I looked for a rubber, so right here’s where we’ll keep it real. All my real niggas know what I’m talking about. All the chic’s who wanna keep it real, then yall come on a ride along wit me too. I reached down and grabbed Keisha by the arm, snatched her up off the bed spinning her thick ass around at the same time, and slammed my dick down in her to the nuts! “Oooh shit! It’s in my stomach!” Was all she could muster before instantly cumming in gushes, coating my dick with warm, sticky pussy juice! I am what you could call “a natural.” From day one I instinctively knew how to lay pipe, and I guess thanks to my missing in action father, I abundantly possessed the tools to do it with. “Oh Shit! Oh shit! Aaaah! Aaaah!” Keisha yelled as I hammered her pussy from behind like a sex starved maniac! Suddenly while in mid stride, I caught a glimpse of something from the corner of my eye. I looked to the left and was shocked like a motherfucker, to see Monique standing at the top of the stairs staring directly at us! I didn’t stop. I picked up the pace as her watching somehow turned me on. Gripping Keisha’s waist tighter, I buckled down and slammed dick into her even harder, causing pussy juice to spill all down my legs and onto the floor in globs! I never broke eye contact with Monique, before I felt myself starting to cum, and closed my eyes while at the same time Keisha screamed out at the top of her lungs. “Ohhh Shiiiitttt! I’m cumming again!” her knees buckled as I grabbed her shoulders from behind and held her up, still punching my dick deep into her guts! I wanted to pull out, but just as I was about to Keisha whined, “No! Put it in me!” before reaching back grabbing the back of my thighs, locking me in place! The load I emptied into her was massive! It left me lightheaded, and weak! It took me a good fifteen to twenty seconds just to come to my senses and open my eyes. Quickly I looked back to the left. Monique was gone. Keisha dropped to the floor and balled up in a knot as if someone had punched her in the stomach. And in a sense, I guess I had. The loud knock on the back door jarred us back to our senses.
“Keisha somebody at the door!” Monique yelled from downstairs. Quick as greased lightning, Keisha jumped up from the floor, threw on her shorts and ran to the window.
“Oh shit, its Hood!” Keisha looked around nervously. Pulling my pants back on I smiled and gave her a smack on the ass before heading back downstairs. Sitting back down at the table with Monique, I could have cared less if Hood knew me and Keisha had just got through fucking. I knew he wouldn’t try me. But being the bitch ass nigga that he was, he’d probably beat Keisha half to death after I was gone. Monique got up and opened the door for Hood, just as Keisha rushed down the steps. “Hey baby! I was just washing my hands after messing with that coke. You know that shit gets in your pores baby, I ain’t trying to get strung out on credit.” Keisha lied like a pro as Hood mean mugged her.” Why didn’t you use your key baby?” Keisha asked Hood innocently as she walked over and retrieved the ounce of hard from the kitchen counter and placed it in front of me.
“You know I told you a week ago that I lost my key! I told you to get me another one!”
“I’m sorry baby. With all this stuff that been going on it slipped my mind. I’ll do it first thing in the morning okay?
“Yeah you better, or I’m gone beat yo red ass for being stupid!”
Monique gave me a hard stare before getting to her feet and stretching. “Well I see its time for me to go.”
“You exactly right bitch! Get yo black ass up outta here before I… WHAM!!! Hoods words were cut short by the right hook I gave him that landed him flat on his ass. Stunned, he looked up from the floor as I stood over him.
“Give the broads some slack brother.” I spoke calmly as faint memories of my father striking my mother invaded my mind.
“They just a couple ducks man. Why you trippin?” Hood asked as he struggled to one knee.
|“They women nigga, that’s why. Just like your mama and mine.” The looks on the girls faces told me they were just as shocked as Hood, although the gleam in their eyes also told me I was appreciated. Tough ass Hood didn’t look so tough after all. Yes, I had my pistol on me. But I knew I could drag this bitch nigga without it.
“Yeah you right my nigga.” Hood wiped his bloody lip as he got to his feet. “I’m just a little on edge cause of all them fiends out there looking for that fire and we out there without none. Keisha know how I get sometimes.”
“I know you didn’t mean nothing boo,” Keisha responded happily, as she took a rag and wiped the rest of the blood from the corner of his mouth. As soon as Keisha finished, she turned her back to Hood with the biggest Kool Aid grin plastered across her face, before winking at me and disappearing back up the stairs.
“Where Shell at?” I asked Hood.
“Oh, he up at the top. Trying to keep them heads from spending that paper. If the word hadn’t already got around that we got that “eye popper,” they would have been gone. One thing you need to remember about a crackhead, is when they ready to smoke, they ready to smoke. Time is money homeboy.” Hood was smiling again, but only from the mouth down. His eyes held a totally different story. I knew he wanted to try me in some way, but tonight he knew better.
“What the fuck we waiting on then? Let’s go!” I snatched the ounce of rock off the table and headed for the back door. “I’ll holla at you later chocolate” I glanced over at Monique just before we stepped back out into the night.
“My name is Monique,” were all the words I would get out of her that night, as she got up from the table and walked up the stairs to find Keisha.