The next night was club night. This weekend I was going. I hadn’t been to the club in a minute and it was well overdue. I needed to unwind. At 1:00 that evening I went and picked Jack up from the Greyhound station and dropped him off at the same spot where Jill had been staying for the last week. The Days Inn on Redwood Road. Right off Hwy 85. It was old, rinky dink, and raggedy as a motherfucker; but the Arabs who ran it didn’t give a damn about nothing. I knew it was a low - key spot, because it’s where I used to take my jump-offs back in the day, and they’d let me rent by the hour. They had about fifty rooms, although I’d never seen them occupied by more than ten people at the time. I’d set Jill up in a room in the back, and would leave her with fifty bundles at the time. When somebody would hit my phone, I’d tell them the Days Inn on Redwood Road, and they’d go see her. When she was finished with the fifty bundles she’d call me, I’d go retrieve my bread, and take her fifty more bundles. I paid her five bundles a day, made sure she had food, cigarettes, and beer, and she had a warm dry roof over her head. She was more than happy. The Arabs never asked questions as long as the room got paid for. Now I had Jack, three rooms down from Jill, with fifty more bundles. A lot of the scores knew to go straight to the motel. That worked out perfect. Nobody was to hang around in the rooms though. It was cop and blow. Saturday night I met up with the the niggas from The Key and dipped out to Club Bodi in Raleigh. I was game tight, fresh Caesar with edge up razor sharp, chain down to the dick with my iced - out Cupid piece, and a pair of fresh black and red Jays. The Jamaican Fruit Muslim oil I had on, was sure to have the chics pussies creamin. We were six cars deep and ready to do it big. I had about eight bands in my pocket and didn’t give a fuck, if I spent it all. I just wanted to get bent, have a good time, and bag some new pussy. They said Club Bodi was supposed to be owned by Buffie the Body. I didn’t give a fuck though. Even though she is cute and all that; to me, Buffy aint nothing but another phat ass. I’d personally knocked off mad chicks that had stupid phat asses. Impress me. Show me something else you can do, besides turn around and smile back at the camera. Sorry Buffy baby but I gotta stay trill. Not saying I wouldn’t put a porno style fucking on you though. But I just aint dumfounded by a “big butt” and a smile. Don’t get it twisted now ladies, I love a thick chick with some pretty feet. Hell, if you clean and smelling good, I might even have to see what that pussy tastes like. Just don’t expect me to be all star struck. I see big asses every day. The Untold Truth
As soon as we pulled into the packed parking lot of Club Bodi; I got out, popped the hood, and looked to make sure my new .44 Bulldog was still wedged down beside the engine. Whenever you hit the highway, it’s the perfect spot to hide your ratchet in case you get pulled. I’ve personally gotten away with it too many times for the shit not to be a helleva spot. The club had two lines. One regular line that looked to be about 300 motherfuckers deep. And one, V.I.P line. Nobody was in it. They wanted $50 a head to skip the 300+ line, but the bouncer at the door was screaming $50 no waiting. He was trying to get his grind on and fuck it, I aint no hater. Me and all my niggas from The Key headed straight to the no waiting line. “You Can Find Me In Da Club… Bottles Full Of BuB Mama, I Got What You Need If… 50 Cents early 2000’s banger was booming through the speakers when we stepped through the door. Damn, I thought to myself. It seems like no matter how old that joint gets, it can always bring the club to it’s feet as I watched the females go wild. The ladies had the men outnumbered by far that night, Yes sir. New pussy here I come! I looked around as I bobbed my head to the music and saw that Durham was up in the house deep. Remember people this is the untold truth. So, the same way I told yall about the chicks who be tricking all week for a weekend outfit; it wouldn’t be the untold truth if I didn’t tell you ladies about the trick ass flunkies and fakers. Everybody ain’t got long paper. That’s just a fact of the game. Some niggas will never have any more than they’ve got right now, because they’re not leaders, they’re followers. Yeah. I’m talking about you, nigga. The one who all week long is riding around in your homeboy’s whip, smoking his blunts, wearing his clothes, waiting on your homeboy to bag a chic so you can try to latch on to her friend, even living off your homeboy’s name! Yeah you. You up in the club with your homeboy’s watch on trying to floss it, walking around all night with the same watered down drink in ya hand. But best believe you make sure to hold that drink, in the hand with the watch on it. Ladies, these types of niggas, may have even scraped up enough to get him an outfit for the night, but he ain’t got but fifty dollars to try and get back on with tomorrow. And, he’s gonna try and do that, off his homeboy’s phone! Dude just doesn’t have any leadership qualities. But to somebody on the outside looking in, he’s getting money because he’s flossing and he with such and such. Nigga if this is you, then you know who you are. I can’t hide you bru. I gotta give em the truth just like I promised. Man up, and make something outta yourself. Stop fronting before your girl finds out about you, and fucks your homeboy who’s watch you got on. But anyway folks, as I stepped up to the bar and ordered a double shot of Henny and a Heineken, I looked to my right and immediately locked eyes with Cookie. “Umph… Umph… Umph.” Cookie, I saw was with her two BFF’s. Cocoa and Dania. I guess you could say they had them a little bad baby mama clique. What I mean by that, is that all three of them were what you would call bad bitches. And all three of em had kids by heavy money getters in Durham. Now before we go any further, let me straighten something else out for yall. In no way am I saying that every broad I run across is a dime, I hit some ducks too. Plenty! I told you before as long as they got pretty toes they stand a chance. But this book would be as long as the American dictionary if we went into all that. Right now, I’m only discussing the ones that are, or were directly involved in my current situation. Nor am I saying, that the numerous chicks that I’ve told you about, are fucking only me. Maybe they are. I doubt it, but hey. I do know one thing. When they’re with me, they “wanna” be mine. And will go to any extreme not to let me find out about any of their other, shall I saaaaay…indiscretions. I make them feel as if they’re the only woman for me. The only woman in the world. And I’m not just referring to in the bedroom. Whatever they’re missing in their lives, I try to fill that void. Emotionally, psychologically, sexually. Whatever the case may be. And I always, ALWAYS, make sure they cum first. It’s my job. My swag, street savvy and intellect are just added pluses. And that is why, they so faithfully pledge their allegiance. Because they want me, more than anything; to want them, to be mine. I am a rariety. Meaning, there are not many like me. I am the four - leaf clover. So, Lisa Raye; come holla at me. And as the song says, “I promise I’ll humble yo mean ass.” But yo, check it yall, just like I was saying. Cookie, Cocoa, and Dania. All bad bitches, and all baby mamas to some heavy hitting niggas in the Bull City. Actually, all three of their baby fathers ran together. Every nigga knows that it’s disrespectful to try and fuck the next nigga’s chic. But that shit is multiplied if it’s the niggas baby moms. I’m not talking about the baby moms that the nigga doesn’t even wanna claim. I’m talking about the bad baby mama. The eye candy. The arm piece. But yet every up and coming nigga, feels like if he can fuck a rich niggas baby mama, then that’s saying something about his status. The baby mamas know this too. They know they hold a high status, just because of who they have a kid by. And they’re damn sure not gonna fuck up they’re gravy train by letting some lame nigga hit, and then it gets back to baby daddy. So, most times, baby mama and her crew; are gonna walk around the club like they’re royalty, and everybody else is beneath them. Niggas try to holla, and they shoo them away like flies. Or, walk away sipping on their drinks like they didn’t even hear the nigga, because he doesn’t even exist in her world. Like I said, I’m not talking about the baby mama that the rich nigga had a kid by back in the day before he got rich. I’m talking about the one he wouldn’t even have been able to fuck, if he hadn’t got rich! The one he walks around the mall with. The one he lets push his whips. The arm piece. So, if baby mama does give a nigga some pussy, it’s nine times out of ten because of one or two things. (1) You “are” the next up and coming nigga, she knows it and wants to go ahead and put her bid in, because baby daddy about to get some time. Or (2) She’s tired of hearing about how good the dick, and/or head game is, and can’t go another day without testing it out for herself. AND, she knows you can keep your mouth shut. Cookie and I had locked eyes when I stepped to the bar. Nothing big, but everybody knows the look, when you see somebody and you wanna turn away, but you hold eye contact for just that tiny second too long. And you know somebodies interested. You, her, or both. I drank my double shot of Hennessy straight down before throwing a hundred dollar bill up on the counter and telling the white bartender with blond spiked hair and quarter sized holes in his ears to “keep em coming.” Cookie, Cocoa, and Dania stepped to the bar about five feet away from me and ordered some drinks. Cookie was closest to me. She wanted me to say something to her. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just knew. I told you I can read people. A gift and a curse. Cookie was drop dead beautiful. We went to elementary school together. She had that natural beauty. No makeup or weave needed. Like Sanaa Lathan. Pecan tan skin with a dimple in her chin and all. Lips that were forever perched into a pout that said “kiss me” like Kerry Washington’s. Beautiful without effort. It’s rare. Can you remember back in school when you were young and if you liked somebody you would scribble them a little note that read: Will you go with me? Yes, or no? Well in fourth grade, even with braces and pig tails Cookie was beautiful. And so, I gave her one of those notes in class. She checked “NO” so many times I couldn’t even see the box no more! Crushed my fourth - grade ego like a motherfucker! I hadn’t spoken to her since. She definitely wasn’t no jump off. Personally, I only knew of one other cat she’d been with, and he’d gotten killed in a shootout over on the Southside. His name was Cole, and that was before baby daddy, who was calling himself “E-Money” these days. He had a cream - colored Lambo. The first nigga I knew to have one in Durham. So now here looking as beautiful as ever, Cookie stood not five feet away, and she’s looking directly at me. “What yall drinking?” All three girls looked at me at once.
“Why? You buying?” Cookie poked her lips out and pushed her Chanel frames up further on her head as she tucked one strand of her should length hair behind one ear.
“Yeah I’m buying. Bartender give em whatever they want.” I yelled over the music.
“Ooh shit I want some Champagne then!” Dania yelled out grinning.
“Girl please. You aint been drinking no damn Champagne.” Cookie rolled her eyes at Dania before turning back to the bar. “Give her a Tequila Sunrise and a Corona. Give me a double shot of Grey Goose on ice wit a lemon. Cocoa what you want?”
“Shit give me a double of Goose too, and a Heineken.”
“Thank you Banks.” Cocoa smiled.
“Yeah thank you Banks.” Dania winked her eye behind the other girl’s backs. I could tell Cookie was waiting on me to say something else but I played it smooth, paid for the drinks and turned my back towards the floor, bobbing my head to Drake.
“Damn, so what’s up wit you stranger?” Cookie asked me, but I couldn’t really hear her over the music.
“Say what?”
“I said, what’s up wit you stranger? I don’t be seeing you in no clubs.” Cookie said as she took a sip from her Grey Goose.
“Yeah I been chilling lately. Laying low.”
“I heard what happened with your girl. I’m sorry to hear that. That’s some fucked up shit though. Won’t yall like brothers?”
“Who?” I knew what she was talking about but I played dumb.
“You know. That nigga Shell or whatever his name is.”
“Nah, we won’t never like brothers. I don’t think he had nothing to do with that though. If so I woulda killed him. I came to party tonight though ma. I don’t wanna talk about that.”
“Oh okay.” My niggas Duke and JT saw me talking to Cookie and decided to try and slide up under Cocoa and Dania. They quickly let them niggas know won’t nothing jumping, while continuing to sip their drinks and dance at the bar. I laughed like a motherfucker. Yep. Bad baby mama syndrome. Ten minutes later, we had all finished our drinks so I ordered another round. They were happy as hell they didn’t have to spend their money, and Dania kept winking and blowing kisses behind Cookie and Cocoa’s back. Yeah. She’d definitely heard something. Just for the hell of it I bought a bottle of Dom P, and got us four glasses as we continued to get smashed. “What you trying to do get us fucked up and take advantage of us?” Cookie looked at me smiling.
“Trust me baby doll. I definitely aint gotta get nobody drunk to get some pussy. My stable stays full.” I shot back feeling good from the Henny and Champagne.
“Oh, we done heard about you.” Cocoa broke in sounding tipsy.
“Mmm Hmm,” Dania winked behind the other girls backs again. This time licking her lips slowly.
“Ya’ll heard what?”
“Boy, stop it. You know bitches can’t hold water. They say you got the magic stick! You know if you can hit once you can hit twice.” Cookie sang out loud as Cocoa and Dania joined in.
“Ay. I never kiss and tell. If they do, then it’s on them.”
“Oh, and they tell. They tell it all.” Cookie said as she shook her hips down to the ground, and I knew she was about fucked up.
“Yo, yall crazy as hell,” I laughed. “Yall wanna smoke a blunt?”
“You got some weed too!” Cocoa sounded excited. “Damn I see why them hoes be going bananas over you! You cool as hell and you be on point like a motherfucker!”
“Yeah, I got a long tongue, and a big dick too.”
“Oh trust. We’ve heard.” Cookie looked me in the eyes. All I could do was laugh.
“Yall come on, we gotta go on the dance floor to burn this.” We all grabbed our drinks and made our way to the most packed part of the dance floor as I lit the blunt and acted like I was dancing. The girls followed my lead just long enough for us to finish the blunt then make our way back to the bar.
“Girl we twisted! That blunt was some fire! We going to sit down over here.” Dania pointed to a table in the corner as her and Cocoa stumbled off damn near having to hold each other up.
“See what you did? Got my girls fucked up in here.”
“Yo girls? I’m fucked up my damn self, what the hell you talking about! Ay yo, you remember that time in fourth grade I sent you that note asking you to go wit me, and you damn near tore the paper you checked NO so many times?”
“Just like it was yesterday. You know why, don’t you?”
“Why what?”
“Why I said no.”
“Why?”
“Because you already had two girlfriends in that class! I won’t about to be part of your little harem. You picked stink breath Stephanie Bowman, and long faced Karen Millison before me? Ah. Ah.”
“They were just my warm ups. I had to get up my nerve to ask you.” I said truthfully.
“You shoulda asked me first.” Cookie pouted as I looked in her eyes seeing she meant what she said.
“Damn you’re beautiful.” I meant that too.
“Oh whatever. You probably say that to all the girls when you drink.”
“Don’t bet on it.”
“So, you really think I’m beautiful?” Cookie turned to face me and our lips were almost touching.
“No I don’t think. I know. It’s a fact.” She leaned in slightly and her lips brushed against mine
“Banks, you got some more of that tree?” Kado walked up drunk as a skunk breaking us outta our trance.
“Man’ hell no!”
“Oh, my fault dog. I didn’t…”
“I gotta pee. I’ll be back Banks.” Cookie walked off to the bathroom.
“Damn bru. I didn’t fuck you up did I?”
“Nah bru you good.” I really wanted to say “Hell yeah motherfucker!”
“Oh aight.” Kado grinned and walked off as Lil Waynes’ A Milli came on blasting through the club. Even though I knew I didn’t need, it I told the bartender to give me another double of Henny. A couple minutes later Cookie was back and seemed refreshed.
“You miss me?” She asked with a drunk smile.
“Like a motherfucker.” I told her as I caught sight of something out of my peripheral. I turned to my right and there he was. Shell! Leaning against the bar not three feet from me!
“Ay yo, I need to holla at you about something man,” he said.
“You don’t need to holla at me about nothing homeboy.”
“On some real shit my nigga. You need to holla at me about this.”
“My nigga? Nigga fuck you.”
“Oh, so it’s like that?” Shell leaned back off the bar.
“Yeah, it’s exactly like that!” I leaned back right with him ready to stomp this nigga through the floor if he even attempted to look like he wanted to try something!
“Well fuck you then nigga!” He got loud drawing attention.
“No, fuck you bitch!”
“Banks don’t!” Cookie grabbed my arm.
“Oh, trust me. You aint got to grab him. That nigga soft.”
“Yeah, about as soft as yo mama’s ass when I’m fucking her in it!” If looks could kill, I’d have dropped dead right then. Did I forget to mention how three days prior, I was sitting at Shell’s mama’s kitchen table with my pants around my ankles, as she rode my dick while Keith Sweat played in the background.
“Who dick is this?” She whined as she laid her forehead against mine.
“This yo dick baby. Ride yo dick.” I whispered against her lips as I reached around and slid a finger in her ass.
“AAAAH! You gone be my man?” She whimpered.
“I’m already your man baby.”
“AAAAH!” She whined out again, just as I heard the front door open and close. I threw her off of me onto the floor so fast she scraped her knees, as I jumped up and snatched my pistol off the table!
“Ma! What the fuck is you doing!” Shell screamed out hysterically while I reached down pulling my pants up, and Ms. Tina tried without success to cover her naked body with her hands.
“You don’t come in here questioning me boy! This my damn house!”
I knew Shell had a gun on him. He always did. He had to with as many cats he’d robbed. But mine was in my hand. A .44 revolver. No need to cock back shit. Just point and squeeze. He knew he’d be committing suicide if he reached right now.
“What the fuck is you doing with him in here! What the fuck is wrong with you! You some kinda whore?” Spit flew from Shell’s mouth he was so furious! And hurt. I just laughed as I raised my ratchet and backed my way outta the apartment.
“You better watch yo goddamn mouth in here! I’m grown! Matter of fact get the fuck out!” she screamed, not even caring anymore that she was ass naked. “Where you going Teddy? You aint gotta go nowhere! Get the fuck out my house Shell!”
“You fucking tramp! So, you gone choose some dick over your own son?”
“I aint trying to hear that shit! Get the fuck out my house before I call the police!” Tina screamed as she walked back and forth with tits and ass jiggling everywhere. “Wait Teddy!” She pleaded as I backed down the steps, pistol up and aimed just in case the nigga wanted to try his luck.
“This shit aint over nigga! You dead motherfucker!” I heard Shell yell from inside. I could still hear them screaming at each other as I jumped in my car laughing, pistol still pointed out the window, and dug off.
“Oh, you think you smart don’t ya nigga?” Shell nodded his head while smiling like the devil himself.
“It is what it is. “Son.” I smirked right back.
“It’s all good. You just make sure to tell Monique and your unborn I said what’s up.”
Now that shit infuriated me, as my blood started to boil. But I couldn’t let him know that.
“As long as you tell your mama I’ll be back by there later to fuck her again. As soon as I get drunk enough.” I shot back at him, just as Flame walked up with some dark-skinned chics arm around his neck. She was so drunk he was dragging her. Suddenly my nigga Big G ran up to check the scene. He was 6’4, three and some change, and always ready to rep.
“What’s up Banks? Everything good?” Big G asked with a wild look in his eye. He was drunk, hyper, and breathing like a bull.
“Yeah it’s all good my nigga.” I assured him as I watched Shell and Flame exit the building laughing, dragging drunk chic along wit em. That broad was so fucked up she didn’t even know she was in this world. Date rape at it’s finest.
“You know all you gotta do is say the word my nigga, and we can smash them pussies out right now!” If this was a cartoon, Big G would have had smoke coming out his nose!
“Nah bru. We came here to party.” I said patting him on the shoulder with a smile as I passed him a Heineken, while the crowd that had gathered anticipating a fight started to disperse.
“Aight bru. Holla if you need me.”
“Ten four.” I dapped him up with one had as I turned my double shot up with my other. That bitch nigga had my blood boiling!
“You okay Banks?” Cookie put her hand on my arm. I’d almost forgotten about her until I looked beside me at her, Dania, and Cocoa looking shook.
“What the hell yall looking all shook for?” I smiled, getting back in the groove.|
“Shit I thought yall was bout to tear this bitch up!” Cocoa still looked scared.
“Me too. I didn’t know whether to run, or pick up a bottle and crack somebody across the head!” Dania said making everybody laugh.
“Oh, you won’t gone do shit.” I teased Dania.
“What? Who? Boy quit playing. You know I’m straight outta Few Gardens! When it comes time to thump, all that cute shit goes out the window! I will kick these Prada heels off, tie my hair up and straight walk the dog on something!”
“Please believe it!” All three girls said in unison like they’d been practicing it for the longest.
“I can’t believe you used to hang with him. He is a capital L-A-M-E. He aint got yo swag at all.” Cocoa made a face like she smelled something.
“Excuse me Banks let me grab one of these napkins.” Dania reached past me while at the same time sliding something in my hand. It was a folded piece of paper. Just as casually, I slid it in my front pocket.
“Damn I gotta piss. I’ll be right back ladies.” I told the girls as I slid off to the bathroom. As soon as I got there, I pulled out the paper Dania had given me, and it was a note with a number. The note read, (My nigga outta town. Wuz up 4 L8TER 599-0022). Damn. Chics is cut throat as a motherfucker. I know she see me and Cookie been kicking it all night. What does she think? My game aint tight enough for Cookie to let me hit tonight? Hmmm… I love a challenge.
Leaving the bathroom, I saw that Dania and Cocoa had sat back down, while Cookie remained at the same spot. “Whew! Boy I needed that.”
“You straight now? I mean… with everything?” I knew she was talking about Shell.
“Oh yeah, I’m good. Some people just can’t leave well enough alone. They don’t think shit stink till you make em eat it.”
“Eww! That’s nasty!”
“I’m a nasty boy.”
“So I’ve heard, and Banks; please tell me you haven’t been having sex with that boy’s mama.”
“Okay I won’t tell you.”
“Oh, my god!” Cookie punched me in the arm. “That’s just wrong.”
“All’s fair in love and war baby. So, you gone let me eat that pussy tonight or what?”
“Damn! You bold aint you? I aint no ho Teddy. Just because you bought me some drinks don’t mean I’m gone let you get some.”
“I know. That’s why I didn’t ask for none. I said let me eat you.”
“Oh god! You serious! Banks I got a man!”
“So, where he at?”
“In Atlanta. Probably down there in Magic City or somewhere else tricking off.”
“Yo I can’t speak on that, that’s between you and him. I’m not a hater.”
“Oh, it’s all good. As long as he keeps my bills paid, my crib laced, and me and my daughter fly, I aint gone trip. But, if his ass ever gets locked up, them same broads he out here tricking with, better be the same ones come see his ass.”
“Damn girl! Pull the claws back in!”
“I’m just saying. It is what it is.”
“But, if he ever gets locked up, you won’t have no bread. Then what?”
“See that’s where you’re wrong. Because every time he gives me some money, I put half of it in the bank. Preparing for a rainy day. I aint one of these air brained broads out her thinking shit gone stay sweet forever. If you doing dirt, one day it’s gone catch up wit you. One way or the other. And I also have a degree in Political Science sir.Trust me, I knows how to get mine”
“Yeah, I can’t argue with you about that. Wise words spoken. So, what’s up? You gone let me see how far I can push my tongue in you or what?”
“OOOH! You made my coochie jump! Stop it Teddy!”
“Stop what?”
“Teddy I haven’t had sex in eight months.”
“Eight months?! You just said you got a man.”
“Well I shoulda said I got a baby daddy. You think he gone be running around out here tricking with every hooker in sight and then coming and having sex wit me? UH, AH! I don’t think so. That would make me just as bad as them.”
“So, you aint let him taste it or nothing.”
“He doesn’t eat pussy. He says it’s nasty.”
“What! Girl cum in my mouth! Please let me suck your clit until you skeet in my mouth!”
“OOOH God! Teddy! Stop it! Please! I’m drunk and you taking advantage of me!” Cookie whined.
“Okay well just let me get on my knees, and you finger yourself and play with your clit while your juice drips down in my mouth.”
“Ooooh shit! You got my stuff jumping! Teddy don’t do this to me please! Especially since this the first time we talked in over twenty years! Please stop! You gone make me hate myself!”
“Okay. Okay.” I grinned and kissed her on the cheek. I knew exactly what she meant. In so many words she was telling me if I kept pressing, she was on the verge of breaking down. I was cool though. As long as I knew I “could” get it. He doesn’t eat pussy. What! How lame is that? I do!
“Damn, my panties are soaking wet! I gotta go to the bathroom and take em off! You wrong for that Teddy.” Cookie shook her head as she grabbed her Alexander McQueen bag and walked off to the lady’s room. The D.J. announced that the club would be shutting down in five minutes so I wrote my number down and handed it to her when she came back. Cocoa and Dania were with her.
“So, what about tomorrow? It won’t be the first night then.” I laughed.
Cookie leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Tomorrow I’m gonna ride your face like a surf board. You shoulda asked me first,” she said referring all the way back to the fourth grade. Damn. She really did take that personal. I shoulda asked her first.