About three and a half weeks later, I reluctantly went with Shell to the liquor house he’d been begging me to go to. I didn’t really fuck with liquor houses like that, even though it’s the best spot to find some late-night stray pussy. For those of you who don’t know, a liquor house is sorta like a bootleg club that only opens after the real clubs shut down, and it’s too late to buy liquor legally. That’s where the liquor houses make their bread. The thing about liquor houses is there aint no real security, so damn near every nigga up in there is toting a ratchet. Niggas is already drunk as hell and high on weed, coke, Ex, Percs, Molly and anything else they can afford. It’s the easiest place in the world to catch a murder charge or get murdered. It’s also a prim location for the stick-up boys, who hang around and try to catch a nigga drunk and slippin.
“Damn this shit packed bru! There goes old girl right there,” Shell said pointing to a short, thick redbone standing beside a white on white Range Rover with a few more broads, talking to the two cats in the truck. To park you had to pull around to the back of the house, where cars were already packed in like sardines. There was still a long line of cars, along with people standing around in the yard and in the street like it was a block party. It seemed to be more girls out than dudes. Most of em were drunk as hell with tits and ass hanging out everywhere. More than likely if you see a drunk chic and her drunk homegirl crew at a liquor house at 4 o’clock in the morning, their either looking for some stray dick, looking for their man, or trying to bag a man. Preferably one, “getting money.” If you a smart nigga though, you won’t be out at four in the morning searching for your bride to be. But as the old saying goes, “there’s a sucker born every minute.” I could already see that as packed as it was out there, it wouldn’t be long before the cops made their appearance, and I wasn’t trying to be around when they came. I carefully eased my way around a sky blue, Cadillac Seville and slid up beside the White Range so Shell could holla at redbone. My cd player was bangin Jeezy’s “Trap or Die.” My BMW was one of the hottest whips out there and I knew it. What I didn’t know, was how many people there were out there, whom actually knew who I was. I cut the music down so Shell could holla at his chic, but the first thing out her mouth was,
“Oh shit! There go Banks!” Her homegirls heads whipped around like they smelled some fire loud! “Hey Banks.” The girls purred in unison, which surprised the hell outta me because I didn’t know none of these chics. I nodded my head what’s up. “Shell, you didn’t tell me you knew Teddy Banks.” Redbone squealed as she ran around to my side of the car. Several cats said what’s up as they walked by, and I thought I heard one of em say my name. I reached down to feel the reassuring coldness of the chrome .45 tucked underneath my shirt. How the fuck did all these strangers know me? Another lesson in life I learned that night, is that nobody talks more than the streets. Fletch was widely known in the Bull City. And even though there was never any heat from the cops, the streets had credited his murder to me. Just as Fletch was widely known, he was widely feared, and was known to put the murder game down himself. A lot of niggas were glad that he was gone. So, in a nutshell; by taking Fletch out of this world, along with the
bread I was now stacking, made me the new up and coming “hot nigga” in the streets. Bitches and niggas alike, flock to “new money.”
“Bonita what the fuck you think you doing? Bring yo ass over here!” Shell barked at redbone.
“Hold up baby. I’m just saying what’s up to Banks,” Bonita answered as she rested her arms on my open window and leaned in letting her loose fitting Fendi top fall open as she did, giving me a front row view of a huge set of braless titties. “Hey Banks. I’m Bonita. I see you out here doing it big. What you getting into tonight?” I could tell by the thirstful lust in her eyes that she was hoping like hell that I’d say “her.”
“I ain’t doing shit shorty. Just chillin,” I answered.
“You trying to chill wit me?” Redbone licked her lips as a sign of what was to come if I said yes.
“No disrespect shorty, but I came down here wit my nigga right here. He came to see you, and we never step on each other’s toes. That’s not how we do it. But you can grab up one of your girls for me and jump on in so we can get the fuck up outta her and go cop us a suite somewhere.” Shell stared at Bonita like he wanted to blow her brains out. I tapped him on the shoulder and laughed. “Lighten up nigga. Ain’t that what you told me?” He broke his deadly gaze and his features softened some.
“Get yo ass over here Bonita! I’m gone knock the bottom out of that pussy for that stupid shit you talking!” Shell laughed as he stepped out of the car. Bonita walked back around to the passenger’s side and threw her arms around Shell’s neck. Typical THOT, I thought to myself.
“You can’t handle this pussy boy.”
“Yeah well we sure gonna find out aint we?” Shell smacked Bonita on the ass as he lifted the side of her short skirt, squeezing her plump ass cheek. Goddamn! She did have a pretty red ass.
And she didn’t have on no panties! Her two homegirls named Sharee and Tamia were arguing about which one of them would be fucking me for the night, and which one would get left behind. They were both cute girls. Sharee was slim with thick thighs. She had her hair cut like Toni Braxton’s when she first came out. I envisioned those thighs pressed back into the mattress as I pounded this dick into her. Tamia was light brown skinned with a tight round ass. She had a tattoo of a baby angel on her left forearm. I peeped and checked their feet out. Both passed the toe test. Finally, I got tired of their bickering and intervened.
“Fuck it. Both of y’all get in. There’s enough room in a king size for three people. If ya’ll wit it then I got plenty of dick to go around.” The two girls giggled in delight, as they all three slid into the backseat. I looked in the rearview as we pulled off and Bonita was ice grilling Sharee and Tamia. I knew what that was all about. As the self-proclaimed leader of the clique, she felt she had rights to the top baller of the night. Namely me. If not for the fact that she’d already made plans with Shell, she probably would have been the lucky winner of about three or four hours of pussy beating from the champ. But there was entirely too much pussy in Durham to be stealing jumpoffs from my partner. I glanced back in the mirror, and this time Bonita was staring me square in the eye. Even though we both knew she was about to go fuck and suck my right-hand man dry, she licked her lips again, slower this time, and held her hand up to her ear as a signal for me to call her. The devilish grin on her face said it all. Damn.
We were three blunts of Purple Haze, about half a fifth of Remy Martin and one mile from the Embassy Suites Hotel, when Sharee got a phone call from her man. They had one of those, you do you, and I’ll do me type of relationships. Her stupid ass man had gotten himself pulled over on the Southside, with a trick in the passenger seat and a thirty bag of powder laying in the floor board of his Sentra. I knew the nigga. His name was Jugs. His head said it all. I also knew that he was a powder and pill head and was probably dead broke. He was downtown with a one thousand dollar - bond, and needed Sharee to come bail him out. Sharee stomped, cursed, and cried that she was missing out on the night of her life. Still in the end, she told us to go drop her off at the magistrates’ office, with me promising to get her number from one of the other girls and call her.
“For real now Teddy, or I’m gonna say fuck him and leave his ass in jail,” she whined. Me being the pimp that I am, promised I’d check her in a couple days. So, we could go, “chill.” Even though the bum ass nigga should have had the $150.00 dollars to pay a bondsman himself, I didn’t wish jail on no man. About thirty minutes after dropping Sharee off downtown, we finally made it back to the hotel and copped a two - room suite. The shit was plush just like I like it. Even though I never kept anything at my crib, I never took any chics there either. With the moves that I was making, there was just too many ways for that shit to come back and bite me in my ass.
“Somebody roll another blunt,” I said as I flipped down on the couch and took another swig of Remy. The burn from the dark liquid warmed my loins. Tamia sat down beside me and handed me the remote.
“I love you Banks.” I heard the words but couldn’t believe this chic had just said them
“Say what!” I looked over at her like she was crazy. “You don’t even know me.”
“So. Haven’t you heard of love at first sight.” She smiled and stared up at me with adoration as she scooted over as close as she could to me and ran her hand across my chest.” Damn, this broad is crazy.” I thought to myself. Fucking around with Shell, I’d already missed stupid money last night and now the sun was coming up. I was high and drunk as fuck, and didn’t have time for no crazy ass talk from a jumpoff! I just wanted to fuck! I looked over at Shell, who had Bonita’s skirt hiked up over her waist and was three fingers deep in her pussy with one hand, and had her sucking on the fingers of his other. Bonita, unknowingly to Shell, stared me dead in the eyes as she sucked on Shell’s fingers. The pullout bed in the living room was theirs. I smacked Tamia on the ass and pointed to the bedroom. She was inside the room, naked, and in the bed faster than a cat can lick his ass. And that’s fast! I wasted no time stripping down, sliding on a Bareback condom and getting up in them guts. The pussy was kinda tight, which was an unexpected surprise, and with the way The Barebacks made it feel like you were still going raw, my first nutt came pretty quick considering I was drunk as a skunk. I spun her around, and put her on all fours for round two; and I knew she was in for a porn style pounding this time. The pussy was good I must admit, but the crazy part was how the whole time I was fucking her, she kept screaming about how much she loved me! “I love you Banks! Oh god, I love you! Oh god, I love you Teddy!” I thought to myself, “Yeah this chic is psycho.” But yet and still, all my real niggas know, it’s the crazy ones that always got the best pussy. The Untold Truth.
After my third nutt, I fell over and went out; with Tamia laying on my chest telling me how much she loved me. The last thought I had before I went out was, “Damn I gotta quit fucking these broads so good.” Early the next morning, the feeling of a warm tongue on my balls awakened me. The unmistakable pulling and sucking of a seasoned dick sucker caused me to grunt because of the “piss hard” that I had. Aint nothing like some wake up head, so I leaned up to tell Tamia to let me go piss first, and was shocked like a motherfucker when I looked down and saw Bonita leaning across me, staring me in the eyes sucking for dear life! She paused just long enough to put her finger to her lip as a signal for me to be quiet. What the hell did she think I was gonna say? “Hey Bonita, girl stop sucking my dick!” Yeah right. Don’t think so. Tamia was still knocked out with her face nestled into the side of my neck. Bonita was a head master! She sucked me off so hard and fast she should have won a fuckin award! She milked my dick from the base of the shaft to the crown of the head. After licking away the last drop of cum that came off the tip, she smiled, kissed me on the stomach and tiptoed back out the room. Goddamn what a wake up! I still had to piss as I rolled Tamia off of me and sat up on the edge of the bed looking at the clock on the nightstand. It was fifteen after twelve. Shit! I quickly got up, waking Tamia as I did. “What’s wrong baby?” she asked sleepily.
“Nothing. It’s time to check out.” Even though checkout time wasn’t until one, I’d missed all the money I was gonna miss on this lil adventure. It was time to get back to the trap. I’d only planned on dozing off for a couple hours and being outta there by nine. I checked my phone and I had thirteen missed calls. Six of them were from Monique. I was on my way home anyway after I dropped everybody off, so I’d see what she wanted when I got there. After gathering everybody, we scrambled our shit together and headed out. As soon as we hit the parking lot though, my day was already starting off fucked up. My car was sitting on goddamn cinder blocks! Some bitch ass motherfucker had got me for my rims!
“Oh shit! Banks! What happened to your car!” Bonita asked dumbfounded.
“Bitch don’t ask me no dumb ass questions! You see what the fuck happened!”
“Damn bru, this shit crazy,” Shell commented as we walked to the car.
“Yeah, I know. Fuckin with you I done got my fuckin rims stolen.!”
“Come on bru, don’t put that on me.”
“I’m sorry Banks.” Tamia apologized like it was her fault as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Fuck it. It is what it is. I slipped and somebody caught me. It’s my fault,” I said removing Tamia’s arms from around my waist and calling Monique.
“Hello?”
“Monique, I need you to come out to the Embassy Suites on Highway 54/55. Some punk motherfuckers stole my rims, so after I call a tow truck I’m gonna need a ride.”
“I called you last night, you didn’t get my message?”
“Hell no. I got em this morning, when I got up. Why what wrong?”
“Nothing Banks, just checking to make sure was alright because I hadn’t seen you in a couple days.”
“I’m always alright. Now get yo ass down here ASAP!”
“I’m on my way.”
Monique and the tow truck pulled up at about the same time. While I was talking to the tow truck driver, I told Bonita and Tamia to go get in the car with Monique. As I was paying the tow truck driver to drop my whip off at the rim shop, the shrieking voices of females arguing, drew my attention away. Monique was standing outside the car, as she and Bonita screamed at each other like they were two seconds away from locking assess! Tamia stood off to the side looking shook, and Shell just laughed his ass off.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! What the fuck is yall’s problem? Ya’ll trying to get the fuckin police out here? Yelling like ya’ll stupid! This ain’t the fuckin projects!”
“This simple bitch won’t let us in the car Banks!” Bonita yelled.
“I got yo bitch, bitch! And like I said, you aint getting yo fishy ass in my car trick!”
Monique was buggin! I’d never heard her talk like that for one thing, and secondly, I didn’t know what the fuck her problem was! “Monique what the hell is wrong with you? I told them to come get in the car. Why you trippin?”
“I aint trippin Banks! But I aint taking these hood rats nowhere! You want them to ride, you take em! I’ll walk!” Monique threw the keys at me and struck out walking.
“Yeah that’s right bitch! You better leave! I was just about to whoop your dumb ass!”
Shit! What the hell did Bonita say that for? Monique whipped around with the speed of a cheetah, and launched into Bonita’s ass so fast it took everybody by surprise! Before we could stop her, she had both of her hands dug down into Bonita’s short hair, and was banging her head against the side of my car! I was so stunned that only the sound of Tamia’s screams brought me outta my trance! “Monique stop! Let her go!” I yelled as I grabbed her and wrenched her hands free of Bonita’s hair. Bonita fell to the ground in a moaning heap, leaving herself wide open as Monique drew her leg, back and kicked Bonita square in the face! Quickly I snatched Monique away!
“Let me go! That bitch wanna get fly! Let me go Banks!” Monique kicked and squirmed.
I looked over my shoulder and Bonita’s face was a bloody mess, although I couldn’t tell exactly where the blood was coming from. Glancing around, I saw that the action had attracted quite a crowd, of mostly caucasians; so I knew that the cops were undoubtedly on their way.
“Shell, get Bonita up, and put her and Tamia in the car! Get them outta here, I’ll take Monique with me!” Grabbing her forcefully by the arm, I half walked, half drug Monique over to the tow truck where the driver was standing with his mouth wide open in awe. He was a fat whit man with a dirty beard. His overalls and everything else about him screamed dirty redneck. Except for his tow truck which was spit shine spotless. “Okay mister. How much you charging to tow the car to the address?” He had a look on his face like I was about to rob him instead of pay him.
“Well… My normal fee is seventy - five…”
“Ok. I’ll give you two hundred if you let me and her ride.” His eyes lit up and the fear left them as I pushed the two one hundred dollar bills into his dirty hand.
“Shit! Get in!” Dirty beard smiled a rotten toothed grin as he slid in behind the wheel. I could already hear sirens in the distance approaching fast. Shell had already pulled off with Bonita and Tamia, so I opened the passenger door of the tow truck, threw Monique in and slid in behind her as we shot off like three robbers in a getaway car.
By the time we made it back to my crib, I was pissed the fuck off and confused. Monique went straight into the bathroom and closed the door. I hoped she didn’t think she was getting off that easy! Because if so, she was crazier than she was acting! Thirty minutes later she still hadn’t come out and I was tired of the bullshit. “Monique, come out here and let me holla at you. I yelled through the door. Slowly the door cracked just enough for her to stick her head out, although she still wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“What’s up Banks?” Monique sounded like a child who knew they’d fucked up as she continued to stare at the floor.
“Come on out her sis. Tell me what’s wrong. I think I know you a lil bit and you don’t never act like that, so tell me what’s wrong. Somebody been bothering you?”
“You know Teddy, you the smartest nigga I ever met, but sometimes you act so stupid.”
“You better watch yo damn mouth! If you weren’t like my lil sister I’d throw yo ass outta here!” Monique stepped out of the bathroom, stood in front of me, and for the first time, I could see that she was crying.
“That’s just it Teddy.” Monique paused and looked into my eyes with sadness and admiration. “I don’t wanna be your lil sister.” She took a step closer and our lips almost touched, as a single tear ran from her right eye, straight down off her wet cheek. “I’m ashamed Banks.”
“Ashamed? Monique what the hell is you talking about? Ashamed of what?”
“Ashamed that I’ve wanted you since the first time we met. I didn’t even know you and I was jealous because I knew you was messing with Keisha.” My mind flashed back to the day I caught Monique watching me while I had Keisha bent over standing up in her pussy. “I’m in love with you Banks. I know I shouldn’t be but tell that to my heart. I tried so hard to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself, but today I just lost it. I’m sorry. I know you doing what you do out there in them streets, and I know you got a lot of girls, but I don’t care. I want you to see me as a woman too. Not like your sister. As a woman. Please Banks. Just once, treat me like a woman.” Her voice was husky and needing as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. Her lips were soft and warm, the tears from her face dampening my cheek. I started to pull back, but then said fuck it.
“So this is how it’s gonna be huh?” I asked. Her only response was to reach for my belt and unbuckle my pants. My Moschino jeans fell to the floor and so did Monique on her knees. Quickly I pulled her back to her feet, remembering that I had yet to bathe since last night’s fuck fest. Noticing the fear and desperation in her eyes, I quickly put her mind at ease as I proceeded to undress her. Slowly. Meticulously. My eyes drank in every curve of her Mahogany colored body as I led her to the shower, stripped down and pulled her in with me. We were in the middle
of the cascading warm water raining down our bodies, when I turned Monique around, bent her over the side of the tub and licked her pussy slowly from behind.
“AAAAAAGH!” Her loud whimper only served to heighten my excitement, as I plunged my tongue into her sweet tasting canal as far as it would go, gently squeezing her ripe breasts from underneath. She almost lost her footing, the instant my tongue snaked across her clit. “Oh sh…! Teddy pleaaase!” Her warm thick pussy juice tasted like ginger. Kinda like cinnamon only sweeter. I sucked her stiff clit into my mouth, and she came with a glass shattering howl! “Ehhhhhhhh!” Her legs wouldn’t stop trembling and her breathing became ragged, convincing me that I’d done my job well. Her flexibility surprised me, as she spun around and threw her leg over my shoulder, her soaking wet kitty excepting my wood with a slurp and a breathtaking gasp from her. “Ahhhh! Oh god! Its biiiigggg!” she screamed out as I held no punches. I stroked long, hard, and fast, sending her quickly into another orgasmic frenzy! She shook, yelled, and trembled, as her pent - up sex spilled out of her onto my thighs and feet. Like a true cocksman, I skillfully worked her middle until I felt my own nutt come rumbling through my thighs, up outta the head of my dick and deep inside of her! A condom had been the last thing on my mind. By the time we made it into the bedroom, we were already on round three. We fucked, and sucked, then fucked even harder. She had the sweetest pussy I’d ever smashed. I didn’t leave the house for four days. And in that time, Monique told me her story. From the beginning, until the time she became my roommate. On that day, our bond grew tighter. I already knew that she’d make any real nigga a good wifey. Surprisingly enough, I’d just never looked at her in that way. Not much anyway. She cooked, she cleaned, she could whip and weigh work, and she was a mahogany baby doll. If a nigga won’t strong and up on his shit, she could easily run his ass crazy. I could see how she might have had the nigga Big Joe all fucked up in the head. So yeah, on that day, she wouldn’t take no for an answer; I treated her like a woman, and she became my bottom bitch.