Pussy is always plentiful for a hustler. I never had a problem from the jump street getting pussy, but now that bitches knew I had cake to go along with this legendary pipe, it seemed to be wetting every pussy I came across! Of course, I still did a lil tricking. Just because I could. Bitches that smoke cocaine are some of the best dick suckers in the world. They suck yo shit off on a misson! They aint go no time for bullshittin! They wanna get a hit as soon as possible! So, in turn they wanna suck you off as quick as possible! They wanna get paid! The shit was crazy how a nigga could pull up on the block, see one of the so called baddest bitches he’d went to school with looking for some get high, call her around the building, pull his dick out and she’d fall to her knees and start sucking. All for a rock! Crazy! Any nigga out there that says he trapped on the block and aint never let a chic suck his dick while he was out there, is either lying, or the nigga aint trapped on no block. Some shit just comes with the job. Now don’t get it in your head that all smokers are ugly and stinking with dirty clothes and rotten teeth. That’s some T.V. shit. A lot of chicks that smoke don’t look no different than your sister or your girlfriend. Hell, some might be your sister or your girlfriend, you just don’t know it yet. Let’s also keep in mind that all tricks don’t smoke crack. A lot of women trick for clothes, shoes, a bill paid etc. I had a stable of bitches that I could go fuck at any given time. Bad bitches. Dime bitches. But to me they won’t nothing but tricks, because all they wanted to fuck with was drug dealers. Even if I wasn’t giving them nothing but thick dick and cum milkshakes, they were satisfied just to be able to tell their homegirls they were fuckin me. A trapstar. Anyway, any nigga young or old, knows it aint nothing like “new pussy.” I was always baggin new pussy. I might fuck a broad tonight and it might be two or three months before I get around to fuckin her again, because I was always fuckin something new. Of course I did had a couple, that I kept in regular rotation. But a broad had to be a stone cold superfreak to be put in that elite circle. Hood’s girl Keisha was one of em. I made sure to fuck her, or let her suck me off at least once a week. Lately I’d had to ease back a lil bit though, because the crazy bitch was starting to act like she was catching feelings. To me she was strictly a “jumpoff.” Even though she was a superfreak, I basically kept my dick in her mouth because I didn’t like Hoods bitch ass. I can always sniff out a snake, and Hood was a copperhead. It had been over a year since I started trappin. Shell had started selling heroin, and the shit seemed to be booming! Although, I was increasingly getting the feeling that he was getting high off of his own supply. He was still hanging out with that nigga Luke who I still didn’t fuck with. One of my lil jump-offs who stayed in Lincoln Apartments, had informed me that Shell showed up at her door with Luke one late night, and asked if they could use her kitchen to bag up if they paid her. For a quick fifty-dollars she agreed. But the hour or so they said it would take to do it, ended up being all night, because they couldn’t stop nodding long enough to handle their business! I asked Shell about it and he said the bitch was crazy. I left it alone. He’s still my nigga, if he don’t get no bigger. I just knew “I” won’t fuckin wit it! I loved being in the street close to the action. I was copping anywhere from a brick to a brick and a half every month, depending on how the streets was looking. The connect that Latonya had hooked us up with had the best coke around. I would sell anywhere from a gram to a whole bird, as long as I made a profit. That’s what any kind of hustle whether legal or illegal is all about. Bringing back more than you spent. Doubling, tripling, whatever makes a profit. I always bought powder and cooked it up myself. Fucking with Keisha, I’d become a master motherfuckin chef when it came to cooking coke. Better known as “whipping work.” Off a kilo of good powder, I’d usually bring back forty - three, forty - four ounces. That’s six or seven free ounces. Of course, you know a kilo weighs out at thirty - six ounces, and at the price I was getting my shit for, I could always throw out a price just a lil bit better than the next niggas. Trap politics. Money was coming in faster than I could count it, and I’ll admit that I did start to splurge a little. I copped two whips. A 1992 Toyota Camry that I used for trappin, and a 2000 BMW 535 I with 20 - inch chrome Gazetti feet on it. That was my baby. I grew tired of driving back and forth down Highway 70 to Raleigh every day, so I gave up my crib on Six Forks Road and got a townhouse in Durham out past Martin Luther King Blvd. I put it in one of my square bitch’s name. Her name was Latifah. She worked at the D.M.V., and had A-1 motherfuckin credit. She was also down for a nigga like two flat tires. My neighbors were still mostly white and minded their own business. But still, just to be on the safe side, I left the house every weekday morning around seven, and didn’t return until after four. If I had to name my weaknesses, I’d have to say exotic weed and clothes. I stayed high, in the flyest shit. My shoe game was even sicker. Everywhere we went, niggas and bitches alike knew who we were. We got top respect and even more pussy.
One day at Keisha’s apartment, while I was upstairs in the bathroom with my dick in Keisha’s mouth, and Shell was downstairs with a friend of Keisha’s name Ebony; we all got a crazy surprise. Ebony was brown skinned, about five feet even, with an Anita Baker haircut. She was thick and sexy, but everybody knew she was a whore. Her pussy had more miles on it than a Lil Wayne tour bus. Upstairs I grabbed a handful of Keisha’s hair, looking down at her on her knees as she held my dick in one hand and massaged my balls with the other. Leaning in she licked long strides up and down both sides of my rigid shaft, all the while maintaining eye contact. She knew how I loved eye contact. Pushing my stiff pipe to the side, she bent down even lower and licked hungrily at my balls. “That’s right, eat them nutts up. Eat em up. You love that don’t you?”
“Mmm… Hmmm.!” She whimpered, not bothering to come up for air as she took her tongue and slid it from the bottom of my nutts all the way up to the tip of the head; flicking the tip of her tongue into the small hole, checking for any pre-cum. Sort of like an appetizer before she went for the main course. She grabbed my dick at the base and tried to deepthroat, getting choked as she got about halfway. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why she kept trying that every time she sucked my dick, and repeatedly getting choked every time! I think she was getting off on the choking! I looked down at her and she looked up at me as she sucked my dick like her life depended on it!
“Damn you suck a mean dick girl. You want you something to drink, don’t you?”
“MM..HMM!” She was twisting and moaning like I was eating her pussy instead of her sucking my dick! I loved it!
“Go get you something to drink then. Get it outta there. You a nasty lil bitch aint you?!”
“Mmm Hmmm!” Just as I felt an explosive nutt about to blow the back of her head off, there was a knock at the back door interrupting us. “Fuck!” Keisha yelled angrily as she jumped to her feet and raced to the back window! Just in case it was Hood. She was still his main girl, and she knew damn well I had no intentions of making her mine. So she still had to play her position. “Hey Nique. Shell open the door for my girl. I’ll be down there in a minute girl.” Keisha turned back around, fell back to her knees, and slapped my dick back in her mouth, all in one swift motion! Yeah, I had to keep her on the team! She was dedicated!
“Goddamn! What the fuck!” I heard Shell yell from downstairs as I pushed Keisha off me and grabbed my pistol off the sink! “What the fuck happened to you!” I heard him ask as I eased down the stairwell. When I stepped out and looked, the very same words got caught in my throat! Keisha’s milk chocolate friend Monique, the one I’d once said looked like a Nubian princess, now looked like she’d been stomped by a bull! As I stood there in shock, everyone else stared at me standing with the pistol in my hand. Not until I gathered myself enough to tuck the gun into my waistband, did Keisha race around me to console her friend.
“Oh shit, Monique! What happened to you?!” Keisha asked as she led Monique’s trembling and battered body over to the couch. “Go ahead baby. Tell me who did this?” Keisha hugged her friend as she saw her struggling to speak through her swollen lips.
“Big… Big Joe… he… I told him…. I told him I was tired of his shit.” Monique spoke from the side of her mouth. He… did… this… He told me…. Told me to get out.”
“Why you aint call the police?” Ebony ran to Monique’s side. Now, I didn’t know who the hell Big Joe was, but he had to be a cold, heartless motherfucker to beat a woman that way! She had a knot on the side of her forehead the size of a small apple! Her right eye was swollen almost closed, her nose looked slightly crooked, which meant that there was a strong chance that it was broken. Her top lip was blown up like a balloon! With a nasty looking cut running all the way from the left corner, to slightly past the middle of her lip! Her Tommy Girl T-shirt was caked with dried blood! Damn! Hood came bouncing in the backdoor, with two crackheads close behind him.
“Keisha…. Oh shit! What the fuck hole did you crawl out of!” Hood chuckled. “Uh huh, running that smart - ass mouth; won’t you? I told you somebody was gonna pop you in that slick mouth one day.”
“Shut up Hood! You see my girl messed up,” Keisha jumped in trying to quiet Hood’s idiotic ass.
“You better watch yo mouth before you be looking just like her.” Hood growled at Keisha.
“She aint got nowhere to go Hood. Big Joe did this to her and threw her out. I’m gone let her stay here for a while okay? Just until she finds somewhere.”
“Oh yeah,” Hood grinned like the devil. “She can stay.” He grinned even harder, rubbing the front of his pants as he and Shell gave each other dap.
“Nah don’t worry about it. I got her. I got a two bedroom. Monique, you can use one of em. Just till you find someplace to go,” I intervened as Hood’s grin fell to the floor. Keisha gave me a quick glance like she didn’t approve of the idea, but couldn’t show it because Hood was standing right there.
“You hear that Nique baby? Banks said he got an extra room for you. You know he good peoples. You cool with that?” Slowly Monique nodded her head yes.
“Damn bru, you a regular captain save a ho aint you?” Shell yelled out with a laugh.
“Nah nigga that’s yo job.” I answered looking from him, over to slut ass Ebony, back to him again. They both caught my message because he shut the fuck up, while Ebony sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at me. I didn’t give a fuck though. It is what it is.