I was so pissed the fuck off I ran every red light I came to! I had to find a gun! The one the police had found in my refrigerator and charged me with, was the only one I’d owned. I was trying to move away from that life! That motherfucker is dead! It’s either him or me! Goddammit! My motherfuckin brother’s keeper! Just as I was about to run another red light, my car, the 1984 Plymouth Reliant, sputtered and cut the fuck off. The service engine light beamed red. “Goddammit!” I yelled as I slammed my fists against the steering wheel. After about ten minutes of trying unsuccessfully, I realized my hoopty had no intentions of starting. I was at a light, in the middle of traffic and horns were blowing all around me. I’d have to get out and push it. I had ninety - six dollars to my name. A young white kid with a pair of Air Jordan’s on his feet and gold fronts in his mouth, helped me push my clunker to the side of the road. I thanked him and slammed the door so hard that my driver’s side window shattered! From my periphial, I saw a card fall from my sun visor onto the seat. (I PETS) the card read. I looked at it again. “He can help you. He’s wise,” I heard Tika’s voice replaying in my head. “I owe you a favor.” I heard the voice of the man Tika had called Ishmeel. Did he have a gun? Reaching into the broken window, I picked up the card off the floor and read its address. Thirty - five minutes later, I was on the city bus headed to (I PETS).
Stepping off the bus at the address on Cook Road, I saw a large sign that read David’s Auto Sales. A much smaller sign was under that one that read (I PETS- Dogs and Cats). As soon as I walked into the building there was Slumdog. Or shall I say Ishmeel. Sitting behind a desk, tallying something on a calculator, while a rather large white woman sat in front of him, seemingly waiting anxiously. If Ishmeel saw me, he didn’t acknowledge it.
“Alright Ms. Johnson. With the down payment you have now, I will be able to make your monthly payments lower than usual. In six-months you should have the car paid off. Now, I’m giving you a chance because you know your credit is not good. Don’t make me sorry I helped you. Pay your payments on time. Okay?” The small round woman said a few words, shook Ishmeel hand vigorously and skipped out the door. “Theodore…. No excuse me. Mr. Banks. It’s good to see you. Hopefully this is a pleasant visit.” His laid-back demeanor was always the same.
“You said you owe me a favor.”
“Yes. I did.”
“I need something and I was hoping you might be able to help me. If so, we can call it even.”
“Fair enough. What is it you need?”
“Guns.”
“Guns?” I don’t deal with guns Banks. Only cars, dogs and cats.”
“Man fuck a car! I can catch a cab! You came to me talking that Mr. Smooth bullshit! I thought you could help!”
“You want revenge. It’s in your eyes.”
“Man, you don’t know shit about me.” His sudden intrusion into my life angered me.
“I know you want to go after the person or persons you feel are responsible for your family’s death.”
“Oh yeah? Well if you know all that then you know why. And you know this won’t be over until either me or them is dead. So, you got some ratchets or not, cause if you don’t I got some searching to do.”
“Banks, I could own a thousand guns, and still would hope to not have to use even one of them.”
This nigga was on some peace, save the world shit; and I’m not trying to hear it! “Look Ishmeel, I thank you for getting me outta them charges. But right now, I’m on a mission. I’m out.”
“Wait a minute!” Ishmeel yelled from behind me just as I reached the door. “Come back. Speak with me.”
“Man, I gotta….!”
“Fifteen minutes. That’s all I ask.” He watched me like a hawk as I contemplated his request.
“Fuck it. Fifteen minutes and we’re even.”
“Fine. Come sit down.”
Walking over to his desk, I sat down in the chair that the fat lady had just recently occupied. “Clocks ticking,” I announced as I looked at my watch.
“Very well Banks. Let me start bluntly by saying that what you are on the verge of doing, is nothing short of idiotic.” I leaned up to curse this motherfucker out but he quickly kept talking. “Actually Banks, it’s not what you wish to do, but the way you wish to do it. I know about pain. Trust me I’ve experienced enough of it in my life for the both of us. What happened to your family was evil, and those responsible deserve to be punished; Severely. But as the old saying goes Mr. Banks. Revenge is a dish best served cold. If you want to do it right, then you will listen to me.” Suddenly he had my attention. “Do not be foolish. To run out in the streets like a cowboy in the wild west, would only prove fatal in the end. Whether you destroy those responsible or not, you won’t be able to enjoy the fruits of your labor. Your family’s death would then still be in vain.”
“So, what are you saying man? Let the slide? No way.”
“By no means is that what I am referring to. But it’s not what you do in life Banks, but how you do it. Come. Take a walk with me and let’s talk.” Seeing the doubt in my eye he continued.
“Trust me, if I didn’t see something in you as Tika said that I would, I would not be wasting my time. Now, come on, let’s walk.” Reluctantly I stood and followed him out the door.
“So, where’s your pet shop? I only see these cars.”
“My pet shop is located in the back. I only have a few dogs and cats though.”
“You sell em?”
“Most of the time yes.”
“And what about the rest of the time?”
“I can usually find a good home for them, but I’m very selective of who I sell them to. People are so angry these days and I couldn’t stand to think that the animal would be mistreated.” Ishmeel spoke as he took the “For Sale” sign out of the front windshield of a royal blue Jeep Grand Cherokee.
“So, what’s really good? You got some guns for me?”
“No. You’re totally misunderstanding my point. Do not let your anger cause you to make foolish decisions. An angry man does not think things through. They act on impulse, which is never under any circumstances the right way to go about things. Think calmly and move wisely, and you will be able to enjoy the fruits of your labor. As part of the favor I owe you I am going to enlighten you on some things. Do you know who Albert Anastasia was?”
“No, why? Who the fuck is he?”
“A wise man. A Sicilian whom arrived in the United States during the first World War. He was also one of the founding fathers of the New York Mafias infamous crew of hired killers, more commonly known as, Murder Incorporated. A man said to be responsible for hundreds of murders, yet who’s only brush with the law came in the year 1940, when a man named Abe Reles, one of his killers for hire turned stool pigeon, implicated him in over a dozen murders. Yet and still, this proved to be only a minor inconvenience for Anastasia, for in 1941 Mr. Reles had a very unfortunate accident when he fell six stories from the hotel in which the Brooklyn district attorney’s office had him hidden under supposedly police protection. Or what about Al Capone? Do you know anything about him?”
“Yeah I’ve heard of him.” I was interested to see where he was going with this.
“Al Capone, also Sicilian, started out his career as a small - time bouncer in a Brooklyn brothel, where in a knife fight over a woman he’d disrespected, he’d been slashed across the cheek, instantly earning himself the infamous name, “Scarface.” By the time prohibition hit, Big Al was heavily up in the ranks of the mafia, and equally heavy into a beef with one Bugs Moran. In 1929 Moran, who just as Scarface had made his fortune bootlegging liquor, got word of a huge load of hijacked booze that could be picked up from the garage on N. Clark Street on Valentine’s Day. When Moran’s men showed up to pick up the load though, they were ambushed by Capone’s two men dressed up as policeman. Moran’s men were ordered to line up against the wall and prepare themselves to be searched, but as soon as they did, they were machine gunned to their deaths by Capone’s two fake cops. The event became known as none other than the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. Moran whom the hit was mainly meant for, narrowly escaped his demise, simply because he was late to the pick-up. By the time he showed up, his men were already dead. At the actual time of the slaughter at the SMC Cartage Company Garage, Capone was on vacation in Biscayne Bay Florida, on the telephone with the Miami D.A.”
“That was a gangster move. A lot of people wouldn’t have planned that deeply.”
“Exactly! I could tell you about a man named John Wayne Gacy. A baby - faced gentleman from Chicago, whom was considered the pillar of his community. Prosperous and well connected, Mr. Gacy, owned a Mega earning construction business with a vast number of employees, a huge and expensive house, and was something of a local celebrity. He would dress up as Pogo the clown and entertain at childrens parties and in parades. Gacy married twice, although no one actually knew that he was a raving homosexual. After a series of events led police to this seemingly humble gentleman living the so called “American Dream,” his home was searched. And one by one, the police would discover the
bodies of twenty - eight men. Buried inside, and around the house. Gacy would soon confess that during a span of twelve years, he had sodomized, tortured, and murdered them all. All different scenerios Banks, with the same base answer to your problem. It’s not what you do in this life, it’s how you do it. You’re smart I can tell. And brains, is what it takes to obtain longevity in anything you do. If you went and found a gun, ran out in the streets and killed this person, would they feel your pain? No. They would be dead. I know pain Banks. I know the feeling of desolution. I’ll share something with you and I hope that you will agree with my assumption of the fact, that you can emphasize with me. I was married. To a breathtakingly beautiful and pure hearted queen. We were high school sweethearts back in Brooklyn. With her parent’s permission, we married. I was eighteen, she would be eighteen in five months. We didn’t want to wait. I had a job in North Carolina. My grandfather’s car dealership. The same one we stand in now. We were married for twenty - six glorious years. She was the love of my life. She had breast cancer. My beautiful Rosa. The angel in my life full of demons. She died holding my hand, telling me how much she would miss me. We had no kids, though we tried so hard. When my nephew Muhammed was born, he was the closest thing Rosa and I had to a child, so we treated him as such. His death came six days after my wife’s. I broke down. My mind couldn’t comprehend the loss. I was crushed to say the least. I gave up on life. Literally. Everything I had worked so hard to acquire during my lifetime, I was rapidly letting slip away. And I didn’t care. I felt only emptiness. I didn’t talk to anyone. I didn’t leave my house for over four months. My sister Mishka would come to my rescue. She wouldn’t accept no for an answer. She was sending someone to clean up, cook me a good meal, and listen if I wanted to talk. Her name was Tika. I’d grown tired of watching the same movies over and over alone. I only watched Rosa’s favorites. Tika was refreshing. She didn’t push. She tended to my needs and sat watching the same movies over and over with me. In fact, she would often make popcorn. Once I started talking, I couldn’t stop. She was a luxurious listener. She never judged me. She comforted me. And then she told me her story. I was intrigued by her innocence. She told me that I was too much of a man to take life lying down, and that I should stand up and walk like a man. Something I dearly needed to be told. She gave me the inspiration to stand back up. Live life for life itself, and her. This amazing human being fell from the clouds and captured my heart. She made me want to live again. I owe her everything. So, with that being said, I’m going to offer you a job.” The smell of animals suddenly invaded my nose as we walked inside some sort of small kennel. Dogs occupied one side, while cats occupied the other. They all seemed to be meowing and barking accordingly. Probably begging for their evening meal. “I need someone to help me keep these cages clean. The pay is not glamorous, but it should keep you busy.”
Now was the time for me to laugh. “Brother Ishmeel, you spoke some real sit today and I really do appreciate you opening my eyes to some shit, but I don’t have time to be scraping up no dog shit. I got shit I gotta do.”
“Always keep a job Banks. Even if you only work one hour a day. Police despise a man that doesn’t work. Especially if he feels you’re living better than him.”
“Man, motherfuck the police.” I was starting to get angry again.
“That’s no way for a businessman to talk.”
“What? Businessman?”
“If you take the job, you will become part of my business, so in turn, that makes you a businessman.”
“Say what?”
“I’m talking about my business.” Ismeel stated as he grabbed the dog and cat food to prepare their meal.
“What? Selling cars?”
“No.” He kneeled down and lifted the bottom of an empty cage, coming back up with two sandwich sized packages wrapped in brown paper bag.
“So, what the fuck is that?”
Placing the package in his right hand up on the metal table, he pointed to it and said, “Dogs.” Placing the other package beside the first, he looked over at me and said, “Cats. This is,” Ishmeel spoke as he unwrapped the first package, “Raw, opium based heroin straight from Afghanistan. 91% percent pure. A straight shot to the vein, would kill a horse in under five seconds. The stuff they sell on the street is no more than 55 to 60% pure. And that’s top quality.” Reaching out and unwrapping the second package, Ishmeel placed it on the table in front of me and continued his informatal speech. “This, is 94% pure Peruvian flake. Guaranteed best in the country. Only my people in Miami have it. Dogs and cats. So, do you want the job cleaning the kennels?”
“Well…., a lil hard work ain’t never killed nobody.” This time it was Ishmeel’s turn to laugh.
“Right, right. How are you financially?”
I thought about the measly ninety - six dollars I had in my pocket. “I’m good.” I looked away as I answered.
“Uh huh. Just as I thought. You’re broke. Never leave all your eggs in one basket. Spread them around. That way if one batch goes bad, you still have the others. One kilo of 60% pure heroin will cost you a minimum of $95,000 in New York City, $90,000 in Florida, and $110,000 right here in Durham. What I have is as I’ve said, 91% pure, and I will let you have for starters, nine ounces for $18,000. You’ll have to cut it at least three times or you’ll be killing people. Nine ounces for $18,000 is $2,000 an ounce, and equals out to $72,000 a kilogram. I’m sure you can see the advantages. Now, the cocaine on the streets right now, is selling for anywhere from $27,000 to $32,000 a kilo, for sixty to seventy - five percent pure. The Peruvian I have here is 94% pure. I’ll let you have it for $19,000 a kilo. If you agree, we keep this arrangement for one month. Which should be enough time for you to stand up. Be smart Banks. Make yourself unlike the others. This is the one thing that I couldn’t get through to my nephew. Why paint a sign on yourself that says look at me, with unnecessary things that draw attention? Don’t misunderstand me, because I myself do love nice things, but Banks, there is simply no sense in dressing up a pig. Remember the character in The Usual Suspects, Kyzer Sozay. The biggest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn’t exist. I’ll see you at work in the morning at 8:30.”
Ishmeel announced as he placed into the bag of dog food, what I now knew was nine ounces of heroin, and a kilo of cocaine; and handed it to me.
“Eight thirty?” I asked to be sure.
“Yes. Eight thirty. Wear your work clothes. And boots.”
I thought about the power that had just been bestowed to me, with what I now held inside this dog food bag. My mind was already plotting. I knew now that everything would be alright. No more rules. No more boundaries. No love. It was a good feeling to be hollow. It was time to play chess in these streets. Don’t get shit twisted though. The reality of the situation is that connects don’t fall into your lap like this often. Rarely ever! But today, God smiled down on me when he knew I desperately needed a blessing. “I’ll be here at eight.”
“Very good. And Banks?”
“Yeah?”
“Turn your phone back on. Tika’s been trying to reach you. Your time isolated from the world needs to be over.
“Tika doesn’t have my number.”
“Yes, she does. I gave it to her.”
“How’d you get my number?”
“I told you. I know people. But that’s neither here nor there. I do not wish you any harm. Turn your phone back on.”
“No problem.” I answered before asking him to call me a cab. I needed to drop this stuff off and then go relieve some stress. Tomorrow, I had work to do.
After dropping off and stashing the work at mom dukes spot, I headed out. Twenty minutes later I was walking inside Keisha’s apartment. Peaches was there once again. No sooner than I’d sat down, my phone rang and it was Tika. I told her that I saw her number and that I’d get back with her and hung up. Two minutes later Lauryn was on the line. I promised to get up with her tomorrow. I had to keep her. She would always be an asset. As soon as I hung up with Lauryn, Latifah made her appearance on my phone. I needed her too, but for different reasons. My motives were my own. I told her I’d stop by her job in the morning and bring her lunch.
“Oh my god! Baby are you okay?” Keisha asked as soon as my phone stopped ringing for a minute. “Did you get my messages?” The weed smoke smelled sweet in the air. Definitely some exotic. Peaches was on the couch looking like she’d either just awakened from a deep sleep, or she was high as a motherfucker. They were drinking Patron from two shot glasses. Keisha slid over close to me and began massaging the back of my neck. “You want a drink baby?” She asked.
“Yeah, go get me one of them shot glasses.”
“O.k. baby.”
“Hey Teddy.” Peaches called out from her seat across the room. Clearly using a seductive tone with me.
“Bitch you don’t be calling him no damn Teddy! I hear you! Call him Banks!” Keisha screamed.
“Whatever. Hey Banks.” Peaches peeped up to make sure Keisha had gone into the kitchen before lowering her voice a few octaves. “Damn nigga. You got my girl all fucked up in the head. Got this place locked down won’t let nobody in. That dick that good?” Peaches stood up and stretched, revealing that oh so beautiful stupid phat ass, in a pair of see through white stretch pants and a tiny yellow thong. Good God Almighty!
“I specialize in making pussies sore. I cover a lotta ground. Far and wide.”
Keisha walked swiftly back into the room with the shot glass. “What yall over here talking all low about?” Keisha stared at Peaches accusingly. Monique said she thought they were diking. Tonight, I’d find out.
“Nothing. Now pour me some of that. I need to get twisted.” I directed Keisha.
“Okay boo. Here it is. I got some Sour Diesel too. You wanna burn some baby?”
“You got some Dutches?”
“Yes baby. You know I’m always gonna keep a box, just in case you come home.”
Come home! Yeah right.
“Baby I heard what they said about Shell. That’s some grimy ass shit aint it baby?”
“Yeah, I heard some shit. But I don’t think it’s true.”
“You don’t?”
“Nah., he wouldn’t do no shit like that. That’s my dog. But fuck that right now. Go get that fucking blunt. Let Peaches roll it.”
“Why baby? She can’t roll like me.” Keisha whined with jealousy.
“Stop questioning me and just do what the fuck I said. Then bring yo ass over here to me. Your mouth been getting a lil sassy lately.”
Like a scorned child, Keisha left to receive the Dutch Master, as I quickly, gulped down four straight shots of Patron, while watching Peaches watching me. “I’m coming baby! Let me pee right quick!” Keisha yelled from upstairs, and I took that as my cue! Like a cheetah, I shot to my feet and crossed the room to Peaches. And just as quickly, she had my dick out and in her mouth! Her tongue was warm as she went underneath me and licked all the way up the bottom side of my length.
“Oooh shit you got a pretty dick.” Peaches purred before kissing the head. Suddenly the toilet stool flushed, I hurried to put my dick back in my pants, and sat back down.
“Don’t fuck it up.” Keisha snarled at Peaches as she tossed her the blunt.
“Bitch whatever. I got this.”
“Keisha come here!” I barked out my order and she quickly complied. I was now sitting in the love seat, so the only place for her to sit was in my lap. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You questioning me now? You forgetting who the fuck I am?”
“No baby. It’s just….”
“It’s just what?” I asked as I squeezed her nipple through her t-shirt, before shocking the shit outta her by doing something I’d never done before. I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. Yeah, I know, I know. But a true pimp sometimes has to do shit that he really doesn’t want to. I needed her mind totally though. I needed her hypnotized, not just infatuated. Slowly I rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric of her boy shorts.
“Mmmm,” she purred. Peaches lit the blunt and looked on at our play. “I love you Teddy,” Keisha whined.
“I know you do. So that means you ready to get freaky for me tonight. You gonna show me how much you love me?”
“Yes baby, you know I will.”
“You ready to get loose?”
“Yes baby, but Peaches….”
“Ah, ah. No buts. Not tonight.” Keisha looked slightly confused, but thought better than to say anything. Peaches walked over and handed me the blunt. I smoked with one hand, while continuing to massage between Keisha’s legs with the other. “So, where yall shit at? Don’t front because I’m here. We keeping it all the way real from here on out.” I passed the blunt to Keisha as Peaches handed me another shot of Patron. I threw it back and handed her the glass back.
“Where what at baby?” Keisha asked with a bewildered look on her face.
“The coke. I know yall be sniffing. You didn’t think I knew? Of course, I did. I can tell you high right now. Probably not as high as you’d be if I hadn’t showed up at the door. But I aint trying to judge you. I just want us to be real. You say you down for me, then show me. I got some shit I got to do out here in these streets and I’m gonna need me a down ass bitch. If you that bitch, then let it be known. Are you that bitch?”
“I am that bitch.” Keisha perked up and announced proudly.|
“Then go ahead and do what you do.”
“You not gonna look at me like I’m stupid for sniffing soft?”
“Yes. But not tonight. Tonight, we’re gonna party. No judging.”
“Okay baby.” Reluctantly Keisha gave in. “Peaches where that soft at?”
“Right here.” Peaches was all smiles as she reached in between the cushions of the couch and retrieved what looked to be about a little less than a gram of powdered cocaine.
“Bring it over here” I commanded Peaches, watching that beautiful “made for tv” phat ass, bouncing around like it was trying to escape from her stretch pants! Goddamn!!! She was definitely the phattest thing around! I could easily see that ass from the front as she walked over to us. “Give her some.” I told Peaches, as I watched her remove a small piece of straw that was laying inside the bag, scoop up some powder with it and put it to Keisha’s nose. Keisha made the coke disappear with one long sniff. I licked my finger then dipped it in the bag, just before running the finger across her lips, and then sliding it into her mouth. “Now give her some.” I pushed Keisha towards Peaches. “Give her the bag Peaches.” Keisha still didn’t look happy, but wasn’t upset enough to defy me and risk me leaving. Taking the bag from Peaches, Keisha dug out a healthy scoop and Peaches sucked it away. Going back into the bag,
Keisha took out another scoop, and held it under Peaches other nostril. Even quicker than before, Peaches sniffed it right up. I reached over pushing my shot glass away, grabbed the bottle of Patron and turned it up. “Keisha come here.” My voice was stern. Her step seemed to have a little more bounce to it now, as she came to me. Throwing her arms around my neck, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Something I would never have allowed in the past. But once again, there was a reason behind everything I did from here out. No rules. No boundaries. My motives are my own.
“Yes daddy?” Keisha gazed into my eyes like a love - sick puppy.
“Where’d you get that?”
“What?”
“The coke.”
“Oh, Peaches got it from Flame.”
“Oh yeah? Is that your man Peaches?”
“No!”
“They fucking,” Keisha volunteered.
“Shut up bitch! It aint even like that.”
“Yo chill, chill. It’s all good. Yo is that shit any good?
“It’s aight.” Keisha answered truthfully. “I think it come from Shell. It’s as good as all the rest of the shit out here. It’s all cut.”
Leaning back, reaching into the small pocket of my jeans, I produced a two - gram solid rock of the powdered cocaine I’d gotten from Ishmeel. When I’d finally opened the package, it was a solid brick, as if it were already cooked cocaine, even though it was still powder. Remembering Keisha’s previous example, I sent her to get me a hammer and a towel. As soon as she returned with them, I placed the coke in between the towel, and came down hard on it with the hammer! “Come here. Try some of this and tell me how it is.”
“What’s that crack!” Peaches asked with alarm!
“No, it’s powder. It’s just compressed.”
“Oh. Okay.” Peaches giggled before swinging that stupid phat ass over to the counter, picking up the straw and taking a long sniff from the towel. Almost immediately she dropped the straw and grabbed her face!
“Oh shit! Peaches!” Keisha raced to her side! “You alright? Banks what was that stuff!”
“I’m okay. I’m okay.” Peaches spoke as she slowly removed her hands from her face. Her left nostril was dripping thick red blood!
“Get her some tissue,” I told Keisha as I leaned back and re-lit the blunt. Keisha raced off to get the tissue as Peaches nervously sat down, seemingly trying to calm down her rapid breathing. Keisha ran back with some wet paper towels and handed them to Peaches.
“That aint…. That aint no…. normal shit!” Peaches struggled to push out the words as her eyes seemed to stretch wider by the second!
“Is it good?” I stood in front of her and asked.
“Yeah it’s…it’s…. damn… I can’t swallow!” Grabbing the bottle of tequila up off the table, I put it to her lips and she drank it down greedily. “Whew! That’s better. Goddamn that’s some fire shit! It’s making me hot!” Peaches announced as she threw off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts sat up like soldiers in front of the General! Damn!
“Bitch put yo clothes….!”
“Chill out Keisha.” I stopped her mid-sentence, pulled her down beside me and gave her a shotgun from the blunt. “Now go give her a kiss.”
“Huh?”
“Are you questioning me again?”
“No. But you sure Teddy? You not gonna look at me funny?”
“No. I’m gonna love you for it.” What the hell did I say that for? Keisha walked over to where Peaches sat, grabbed a handful of her kinky twists and tongued her ass down! I took note that not an ounce of resistance came from Peaches. Yeah. They’d definitely been doing each other for a minute. The shit just came too natural. I damn sure wasn’t mad at em though, as I watched Peaches pull Keisha down to the couch with her and pull her T-shirt over her head. The Patron and the Sour were taking their toll, as the two project bad bitches molested one another right in front of me. My dick was as hard as doing time in the sixties! And I decided that now would be a good time for me to intervene. Throwing the blunt roach down in the ashtray, I blew the sweet smoke out, got up and walked over to the girls. Keisha looked up at me bashfully, until I reached out and rubbed the side of her face, before sliding two fingers into her mouth for her to suck. My signal to her that everything was all good. Peaches, whom had retrieved some of my raw powder from the counter, looked on as Keisha moaned, licking my fingers as if they were dipped in sugar. Pulling Peaches to her feet, I smacked her hard on that phat ass before pointing her to the steps. “Let’s go.” I needed to get them to Keisha’s King size bed upstairs. My head was swimming and I was high as fuck. Eventually I’d need to lay down. Without a word, Peaches grabbed the bottle of Patron, along with the rest of the powder and headed upstairs. Just as I’d done Peaches, I pulled Keisha to her feet, but smacked her ass three or four times until my hand stung!
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she squealed!
“Get yo ass up them steps and get naked.”
“Yes baby.” Keisha said, rubbing her ass to cool the stinging as she headed up the steps behind Peaches.
“Get them goddamn clothes off. Both of you.” I ordered as I stepped across the threshold into the bedroom. I was fucked up and didn’t have time for bullshittin. It was time to spray! Immediately, I saw the jealousy in Keisha’s eyes as I looked over at Peaches’ straight stuntin banging body. No stomach, phat as a motherfucker, pretty toes done up nice. Damn! I might have to put her on the team! Her pussy was meaty. Like roast beef. Although ratchet for sure, she was so pretty and thick, that I knew with the right promotion, she could easily be the next overnight success. Niggas spent money on her. That was no secret. And one thing for sure, niggas only spend money on something they want bad. You can find some of the baddest chics in the world, in any cities grimiest housing projects. Most time their only problem is no direction. Nobody to ask them, “Do you know your self- worth?” All they think they can have, is what they see directly in front of them. I was naked and laying between the two of them before I knew how I got there. I could see that the jealousy and envy wasn’t leaving Keisha’s eyes, so I turned, pulled her to me and kissed her on the neck. “Don’t worry about shit girl. I need this tonight. Can’t nobody take your place now. You my ride or die bitch. Aight?” I spoke softly as I slid my middle finger back and forth across her stiffening clit. I knew in her mind she was probably thinking I might just like Peaches’ head and pussy a little too much, and still keep fucking her after tonight. Shit, she might be right. But she didn’t need to know that.
“Okay boo. I know you need it.” With the grace of a panther, Keisha rolled over me and onto Peaches. They tongued each other down as I looked on with weed and Patron tinted eyes. Slowly yet passionately Keisha kissed her way down Peaches’ voluptuous body, stopping only briefly to lick and suck at Peaches’ rosy stiff nipples.
“Ooooooh!” Peaches panted as soon as Keisha buried her face in that meaty pussy. I watched in awe as Keisha gave me a pussy eating lesson! Masterfully she licked and sucked on Peaches’ clit like it was candy, torturing her with a tongue fucking that could be matched by no other! “Ooooh! Ooooh shiiitttt!” Peaches squealed as Keisha squeezed down on her stiff nipple while biting down on her clit softly. Instantly the room filled with the smell of sex. Musky yet sweet. Ginger! The smell erupted a hunger in me as I slid off the bed to my feet, positioned my rock-hard erection at the entrance of Keisha’s now gushy wet hole, and slid deep into her with a loud squish!
“Oh shit baby,” Keisha yelled taking a break from her cat dinner to look over her shoulder at me. To say that I looked for a rubber would be a goddamn lie. I was drunk, and couldn’t give two fucks about a rubber right now. I needed to feel some guts! Viciously I pounded into Keisha like I was pissed off at her! She’d completely abandoned her pussy feast and continued to look back over her shoulder at me, shamelessly shouting for her orgasm! “Oooh shit! Fuck this pussy! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Oh shit, fuck me baby,” Keisha screamed! Peaches slid out from underneath Keisha and came to stand beside me. She tongue-bathed my tattooed chest as I used both hands to spread open Keisha’s ass cheeks, before bending my knees, and digging in until I felt my dickhead hit bottom! “AAAAAAAH! It’s in my stomach………!!!” Keisha howled. I kept one hand planted firmly at the small of her back, while fingerfucking Peaches with the other hand. One finger, then two, three; by the time I tried to push four fingers into Peaches now slippery wet coochie, her pussy offered resistance. I knew she’d undoubtably been getting plenty of dick, but I also knew that she hadn’t been getting it from any pipe like mine! Swiftly I snatched outta Keisha, and even quicker Keisha was on the edge of the bed, sitting in front of me licking my dick clean, while Peaches massaged my balls lustfully. The Patron was doing its job, because I didn’t see myself cumming any time soon. Good. Greedily Keisha sucked at my dick as if it might disappear any moment!
“Give her some.” I ordered Keisha, as she frowned slightly at Peaches, before placing my dick to Peaches’ mouth and letting her do her thing; while she herself continued to hold onto my wood. Twice Peaches tried to deep throat my meat and gagged. Keisha, obviously becoming “Head Hunter” jealous, snatched my dick from Peaches mouth and put it back in her own. I pulled my dick outta her mouth with a “POP.” Agnrily, I stared down at Keisha. “Aye. Stop acting stupid! This is about to be your dick!” I barked on Keisha. I had to loosen her up. “So stop tripping, and show Peaches what you gone be getting on the regular.”
“I’m sorry baby.” Keisha seemed to blush as she stretched out on her back across the bed. As soon as she opened her legs Peaches was on her. Reaching over to the bedside table, Peaches picked up a small rock of the powder I had given them, crumbled it all over Keisha’s drenched fuck hole and proceeded to lick it off! “Get you baby,” Keisha said as she looked up at me. I took this as her signal for me to go ahead and get up in that project phat ass, wiggling and swaying back and forth in front of me. My God Peaches’ ass is big! Grabbing a handful of it, I also soon found out that it was soft as baby fat! Sensing me stepping up behind her, Peaches reached back and spread her ample ass cheeks revealing that luscious, meaty hot box. I wiped the head of my dick up and down her moist slit and she howled like I’d cut her!
“Uhhhhh!” Oh, okay. A screamer. She never let up off eating Keisha’s pussy out, as Keisha threw her head back and forth as if possessed! I reached out, grabbed a handful of Peaches’ hair, snatched her head back and slammed dick in her down to the nutts! “Ahh shiiit!” she bellowed.
“Don’t holla now!” I shot right back. The screams in the room between Keisha and Peaches were starting to sound like women on a wild roller coaster ride! Hard, deep, and fast, I bounced Peaches’ phat ass off my dick! Peaches locked down on Keisha’s clit, and Keisha went bezerk!
“Ah shit! Ah fuck! I’m cumming! Oh shit bitch! I’m cumming,” Keisha screamed at Peaches as she trembled so hard that the entire bed shook! My thoughts were still on this phat ass!
“Spread them ass cheeks wider!” I ordered Peaches now that she was finished with her feast. Eagerly she reached back and yanked that big ass open as wide as she could, as I dug down in that pussy like a man who’d lost his mind!
“Oh fuckkkk! You gone make me cuuummmm!” Peaches screamed! Off instinct I slid my middle finger into her asshole, and instantly she shrieked like she’d just gotten shot, as she came all over my dick in waves!
“Cum in my mouth!” Keisha whined out as she scrambled to my side, seeing me picking up pace, sensing my nutt was near! The sound of all that ass sounding off like thunder as it came down hard against my thighs, accompanied with Keisha sucking my balls from underneath, brought everything to the light!
“Oh shiiitttt! I’m cumming! Oh fuck…. Thank youuuuu!” Peaches started thanking me in orgasmic screams and I knew she was officially “cum drunk!” Good. Now I could blow.
“Aaaagh!” I yelled as I snatched my dick outta Peaches’ cum soaked pussy, and slapped it right in Keisha’s mouth! A monstrous load of thick, hot jizm shot down her throat, as she drank it all down greedily. “Aaagh! Aaagh!” I groaned as it felt like she was pulling out my soul! Finally, Keisha released my wood and I fell over in the bed weakened. Satisfied for the moment, I re- lit the blunt and took a long swig from the Patron bottle. Peaches and Keisha were already back at it, sixty nining. “Lick her Licsense” for real! Yeah, this night was just getting started. Two ball empting nutts later, I fell over on the bed exhausted, while Keisha and Peaches stayed up to the break of dawn sniffing nose bleed powder. I spent the better part of the morning lying in bed watching them do what they do, until finally I got up, got dressed and prepared to depart.
“Teddy.” Keisha whined through her cum and cocaine induced sleep.
“Yeah what’s good?” I asked as I walked towards the door.
“You gone have some more of that soft?”
“Yeah. I’ll get back wit you soon. You ready to ride?”
“Yes baby.”
“Aight. Hit me later.” Was my last response as I exited the apartment at daybreak.