I took four ounces of powder cocaine with me into Keisha’s apartment, while Latifah waited for me out in the car. The two knew nothing of one another. Dropping the coke off with Keisha I told her to bring me back three grand for the four ounces, leaving her plenty of room to make herself a couple bands easily. Even though I’d informed her that I was in a hurry, immediately after I dropped off the coke, Keisha begged and whined, until finally I let her suck my dick. “I’ll get it quick baby.” She’d told me enthusiastically. And true to her word, she sucked me off so hard and fast I readjusted her price to twenty - five hundred, instead of three grand!
Four hours later Latifah and I pulled into the parking lot of the Sheraton Imperial Hotel in Wilmington, N.C. “Port City”. Latifah looked the part, and carried the credentials that I needed in a driver. Square. No need to be stupid now. I looked at her as she came back to the car, and I became aroused. Does this make me a nymphomaniac, simply because I can’t seem to satisfy my never - ending thirst for pussy? Don’t judge me. Now, Bubba was on the way. He knew I had something, but not exactly what. I said, “I had a boy,” and that’s all that needed to be said. Latifah kicked off her shoes, enticing me with her perfectly pedicured feet.
“You want me to massage your back wit my toes daddy?” My dick was hard, but my mind was on the money.
“Not right now. Later. Business first.”
“Okay baby. Just tell me what you need me to do.”
“Well, right now you can go get me that fifth of Hennessey out of that bag and bring it here. Where my weed at?”
“It’s right here baby. I put it in my lingerie case inside my bras.” Latifah responded as she came running back to the bed with the ounce of Granddaddy Kush I beckoned for. I reached over and tossed her a box of Dutches.
“Roll me something.”
“Okay baby.” She answered eagerly.
A sharp knock at the door caused me to reach for my gun lying on the table. It was the one girl I knew I could depend on. “See who’s at the door.” I stood and walked behind Latifah as she changed course in mid stride and pranced up to the front door.
“Who is it?” Latifah asked through the door.
“It’s Bubba, Banks. I got two testers wit me.”
“Unlock the door Latifah.” I lowered my pistol but still held it at my side. It was Bubba, and as he’d said, two dopefiends, that we’ll just cal1… Jack and Jill.
“My nigga!” Bubba grinned, gave me dap and threw his arm around my shoulder. “You know I told you I get it in out here in these streets my nigga. Holla at ya boy. What you working wit?”
“I got some boy. I need it cut. You know something about that?”
“Oh, nah bru, you aint got to cut it, cause whoever you got the shit from already did that.”
“No they didn’t.”
“Bru I’m telling you, all the shit is cut. Unless you getting it straight off the boat it’s gonna be cut. These two is my testers,” Bubba said pointing to Jack and Jill. “They know dope. They both twenty, twenty - five years into this shit, and they’ll tell you the same thing. How many grams you got dog? I can probably get you a hundred fifty a gram.”
“I got nine ounces of raw boy and I need the shit cut. Now, can you or can’t you make it happen?” Latifah had retreated to the bedroom while Jack and Jill waited anxiously to the side. Jack was black as tar, about six three, six four and had a dead eye. Probably in his mid to late forties. He was noticeably underweight. Jill wore dreadlocks almost to her shoulder. Although her hair was almost all gray, she couldn’t be a day over forty. Her face showed too many hard nights, and just as many struggling early mornings. A dopefiend’s identity.
“You said you got what!” The look of astonishment on Bubba’s face, told me immediately that he wasn’t dealing with that kinda weight. My hand still rested on my girlfriend. Six sure shots, if I have to shoot my way up outta this bitch.
“I ain’t got nothing man. You bullshitting. I don’t have nothing. I was just fucking wit ya.”
“Hold up Banks. Come on dog. You know me. I’m real bru. I’ll ride. I fucks wit that dope money but I just cop a couple ounces. There aint a lot of heroin or coke right now because it’s election time.”
Every big nigga knows to lay it down during election time. Large Drug Raids bring in votes. The candidate will happily show, how over the course of say their…. “three - month” investigation, they snatched these hardened drug dealers from the streets and cut off millions of dollars worth of crime. Don’t be stupid. Don’t be that headline. Lay low during election time. It’s gonna be almost dry anyway. “I got nine ounces. Raw nigga. We gotta cut it at least three times. That’s what the Haitians I fuck wit said.”
“Haitians?”
“Yeah. Some Haitian niggas I met outta Florida. I think they on the run for some murders. They pop up, hit me off and I don’t see them until they right in my face. Old voodoo ass motherfuckers.” I had to give Bubba his own story. Never let your right hand know what the left is doing.
“Oh Okay. I know if you fucking wit them Haitians, then you know them niggas will try to kill you. They get down and dirty.”
“Yeah. See now we got an understanding already.”
“Oh, no doubt my nigga. So, what you wanna cut it wit?”
“Shit, I thought you knew nigga!”
“I can cut the dope.” Jill spoke out for the first time.
“Are you sure you can do the job.” I was tired of playing games.
“I’m sure.”
“With what?”
“Milk sugar.”
“No.”
“Wait hold up Banks. Bubba stopped the conversation. If you trying to take over this shit, then use morphine base. I got a white boy at the hospital who be getting it to me for bread. That’s what I cut my shit wit. That’s how although I aint got the most work, my shit sells cause it’s the best.”
“How much can you get?”
“Well, I aint never copped more than a couple ounces at the time but he always has it and he wants to sell it.”
“How much is an ounce?”
“I get three for three thousand. No capsules. Straight powder.”
“Can you get him on the phone.?”
“Speed dial my nigga.” Bubba whipped out his phone, scrolled down some names then hit the call button. “Yo Walter? What’s good man? Oh, you at work? Yeah Yeah that’s what I’m trying to do. Hold on a sec.” Bubba held the phone down to his side and spoke to me. “How much you want?”
“Eighteen. If it’s straight, we’ll be back.”
“Yo Walt, can you get eighteen? Yeah. Hell no, man. You know I’m straight up. Alright. Okay. Later.” Bubba hung up and walked back over to me. “He says he’ll give me half a kilo for twelve stacks. He gets off work in about thirty minutes. I told you he works at the hospital.”
“Where you meet this dude at?” Suddenly I felt suspicious.
“I met him through this white chic who used to buy dope from me. White folks, that’s where it’s at. Niggas will keep you in clothes and shoes, but them “White Folks,” will make you rich. I think she moved back to Jersey or something. But she left old boy my number and he called me one night with a proposition. Morphine for cash. Every now and then he’d let me trade him some heroin for the morphine. But I don’t think he get high. I think he be giving it out to tricks. Some niggas cut they shit wit quanine cause it’s cheaper, but all that does is make em scratch. They love to scratch, but they love to nod more. That morphine, have em sucking they own dick!”
I hoped Bubba wasn’t out here bullshitting me on no cowboy shit, cause tonight, I wasn’t taking no prisoners. “Latifah.” I yelled for her to come to me.
“Yes baby.” She peaked her head out the door. “Can I come out now?”
“Yeah, bring me that Adidas bag.” In a flash, Latifah was at my side with my black and grey Adidas gym bag. I tucked my gun in my waistband, just long enough to reach in and throw out twelve bands. “There you go. I’ll wait here. Take your peoples wit ya.”
“What’s that dog?”
“Twelve racks. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Oh, you trust me now?”
“I don’t trust myself these days nigga. But the way I see it, if you run off wit that, I lost twelve thousand, but maybe saved myself a million.”
“Ha Ha Ha. You still a crazy motherfucker aint ya?”
“Crazy in love wit money.” My face showed no emotion.
“Aight dog, I’ll be back through here probably in bout an hour.”
“Yeah we’ll be here.”
Bubba grabbed the money up off the floor, and left the room with Jack and Jill. About fifteen minutes after his departure, Latifah and I quickly gathered our shit, and went back to the car. Now taking a different set, of identification into the hotel; minus the hat and shades, Latifah was now, Samantha Potaye. The prior room was in the name of one Leslie Harrington. Working at the DMV did have its perks. My working chic. She needs to be fucked good just like the rest of em. She wants to cum. We all do. Room 1608 was about two hundred feet across a breezeway from room 1600. 1608 was our previous room, and now we were camped out in 1600. It took twenty- five minutes, total.
“Baby.” Latifah whined from the couch as I peeped through the curtain at 1608. “Come over here with me.” She continued her plea.
“Nah I gotta watch this spot.” Her long brown legs caught my peripheral.
“He said an hour baby. It’s only been thirty minutes. We got time.” Her sexy whining got the best of me, and before I could say “hard on,” my dick was out and in her mouth. It thrilled her that she couldn’t wrap her whole hand around my thickness. “MMMMMMMM!” She moaned with her mouth full of my dick as her pussy started to dampen. Her track star long legs were what always thrilled me.
“You love sucking this dick, don’t you?” I asked as she licked at my sack.
“MMM, Hmmm!” She whimpered between nibbles at the skin underneath my balls. Whew!
“So, do your thing then girl.” I coaxed her on. Suddenly, and without warning, Latifah’s neck and mouth seemed to find new strength! She sucked and pulled hungrily! Looking, searching for that hot treat she knew I held within me. But as the rumbling started in my calves, hurriedly I pushed her back off the dick before she fucked around and got just what she was looking for! Not yet. “Slide over.” I commanded as I smacked Latifah’s red ass. My hard print was already starting to show as she crawled over to give me space. I kicked off my jeans and Polo Boxers, climbed up on the bed and laid back. “Aight. Bring that pussy to my face,” I said reaching out and sliding my middle finger through her wet slit. The stunned look on her face lasted only a second. Even though I knew she was probably as clean as they come, I’d never eaten Latifah’s pussy. I don’t think I liked it as much as I do now either. I was a very picky eater. Still am. But now I gotta seduce. Meanwhile, quick as a cheetah Latifah crawled up to my face and put her pussy right on my mouth. “Uh Uh. Sixty - nine.” I smacked her ass again! Latifah’s eyes lit like a Christmas night as she spun around with all the skill of a gymnast, slammed my dick back into her mouth and lowered her hot wet hole to my lips. The sweet musky scent of that curly indian pussy hair, I must admit, was intoxicating! She had strick orders from me, to never do any more than trim down her pussy hairs. Ladies, niggas do enjoy some pussy hair sometimes. Real niggas anyway. Even if it aint no more than an occasional Mohawk. Mix it up. Just keep it fresh and everything else will fall in place. Now, wrapping my arms up around her waist from underneath, interlocking my fingers at the small of her back to secure her in place, quickly and with expert precision, I slid the length of my tongue across her soaking wet pussy.
“AAAAAH!” Latifah screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors.
“Be quiet and put that dick back in yo mouth.” Latifah whined and moaned as she molested my dick and balls, while at the same time I tried to push my whole tongue inside her pussy hole! Her curly hairs tickled my chin. A mouth full of my dick, was the only thing keeping her screams to a high moan. Her pussy was sweet tasting, yet tangy. Just the right mixture of cleanliness and her running around all day. All my real niggas know and love the taste. Her neck seemed like a slinky on a string, as she greedily sucked at my dick! A slick tongue manipulation of the head and a long lick at my balls from Latifah, made my toes curl, warning me that my nut was close! Quickly I pulled one of her moist pussy lips into my mouth and smacked her on her ass so hard my hand stung!
“OHHHH!” Was her only complaint. “OH GODDDD!” Latifah failed to follow my order to be quiet as I tongue fucked her pussy! With long wet strides, Latifah licked up the front, then down the backside of my wood. Hungrily, I latched onto her clit like a baby to a tit! It proved to be too much for her, as she yelled like a Banshee, and shot her sweet syrupy orgasm, all across my face and into my mouth! It tasted like peach juice! I drank it all down happily. Her passion cries could be heard up here on the sixth floor, by those walking by in the parking lot below! To quiet her, I slapped my dick back into her mouth. She went back at the dick with a vengeance! And within minutes, I gave her what she was whimpering for. A hot load shot down her throat. My square bitch. White light shot through my eyes as she pumped me for all I had. Such a greedy girl. Sinfully I buried my tongue in her now cum soaked pussy, and licked down the length of her snatch, searching for any signs of her peach orgasm that may have gotten by me the first time. Latifah shuddered as she licked the line beneath my balls. Once more, I latched onto her clit and pulled hard. Her whimpers were so loud, I thought she was crying! Finally, weakened, we unlatched from one another. The look of complete satisfaction was evident in her eyes. Mission accomplished. Normally, eating her pussy wouldn’t even have been an option. Just straight fucking, and some dick sucking. But now I needed to make sure I had her mind totally. Oral orgasm is the perfect seducer. Make her cream, and she’s on the team. Believe it or not my niggas. Don’t fuck around and let the next nigga slip up on your bitch, just because he knows how to eat that pussy up. All women wanna cum. Just like men. If not, then what’s the use. Don’t worry ladies yall know I got you. “I love you Banks.” Latifah looked dreamily up into my eyes as her words dripped with truth.
“I love you too ma.” Don’t look shocked. Yeah, I said it. Even if I’m lying like a thief in court, why not go with the flow. Hurting her feelings is something I must keep off the list right now. Ladies, don’t be angry with me. You said you wanted the untold truth. So, I’m giving it to you. The real.
“Oh shit, baby!” Latifah looked into my eyes.
“What is it?”
“I think I came too hard! My right leg won’t stop shaking!” Amused I looked down at her, while she stared back up at me, adoration mixed with worry sketched across her facial features.
“Just lay still for a minute. It’ll stop.” I laughed. My “Hard knock life” ringtone brought us back to the situation at hand. Grabbing my pants up off the floor, I dug out my phone and answered. “Yeah?”
“Yo, what up bru? I been standing out here for ten minutes. You in there?” I looked down at my phone and saw the thirteen missed calls from Bubba.
“Nah. I aint in there. Go get back in your car.”
“What?” Bubba was confused. Good.
“Go get back in your car nigga.” Peeking through the room blinds, I saw Bubba, Jack and Jill standing in front of the previous hotel room. “Go get back in the car. I need you to meet me in Durham.”
“Meet you in Durham? Damn bru, you know I got all this shit on me. What if I get pulled!”
“Nigga what if I get pulled after you give it to me! One way or another, the shit got to go back up the highway, so we might as well do it now. Tell the fiends they can ride or stay. I’m sending the address I want you to meet me at to your phone. It’s an apartment complex off Holloway Street. It’s 6:00 now. Meet me there at midnight. That should give you plenty of time.”
“Man, this some crazy ass shit.” Bubba complained.
“Nigga what’s crazy about making motherfuckin money! You said you ready to get it, then let’s get it! I’m about to put you on nigga. But we do shit my way. Either that, or take the twelve bands, and consider it a gift for looking out while we were locked. Ain’t nothing personal dog, but that’s the way it’s gotta be.” There was a three or four second quiet as Bubba seemed to be contemplating my orders.
“It’s all good bru.” Bubba blurted out. “You know I aint come this far to leave now. I’m a real nigga Banks. I’d never leave you hanging. Hopefully after all this, shit will be good wit us bru.”
“Hopefully so. Be there at midnight. Don’t be early, don’t be late.”
“Aight my nigga. Let’s get this money. These two say they wanna ride. If we get pulled, make sure you come bail me out. Fuck them.” I laughed and Bubba laughed back.
“Midnight.” I reinforced
“Aight dog. I’m hitting the highway. One.”
“One,” I answered his farewell as I watched at the curtain until Bubba and his two associates got back into his white charger and pulled off. We waited thirty more minutes before Latifah and I gathered our shit, headed out and got back on the highway. Playtime was over.