Around the Way Girls 9 (30 page)

 

 

Vic might've had Ta'Nique on a rollercoaster of emotions, but you couldn't tell by the way she was cleaning up at the mall. She was a self-healing go-getter for sure. Quick on her boost game, going in and out of Macy's with bags of merchandise unnoticed more than once, Nique was easy on the eyes. A flawlessly laid weave, soft brown complexion, and a room-stopping smile made it easy for her to blend in with any crowd. Dressing like a dainty girl when hitting the shopping districts of suburbia made it easy for her to swipe petty items like Victoria's Secret sprays, lingerie sets, kids' clothes, and knick-knacks she'd ultimately keep for herself, too. The fact that she looked like some rich man's wife I was sure had to help. She'd stolen bottles of perfume, Michael Kors swimsuits and dresses, 7 For All Mankind Jeans, Polo shirts, belts, and a few Sean outfits for both Mike and Vic. Macy's never saw her coming. On any given day my girl was a star at stealing. She could boost almost anything the hood ordered: food, clothes, shoes, phones, and even self-care products.

I, on the other hand, was coming out of a whole different box when it came to style. I guessed you could call it gangsta because I kept it wild at all times. From snatching Tom Ford shades off a chick's face, to grabbing purses in those same shopping plazas to help distract from Nique's scheme, I didn't care who got caught in my whirlwind of illegal activity. I had to get mines. Who did I have to fall back on? Faye? Shit, a bitch wasn't about to end up like her. Whenever I saw a lucrative opportunity for financial advancement, even at an innocent person's expense, I was all over it. Truth be told, that's when I got down best. By the time we left the upscale department store, their security team was on high alert.

After Macy's, we hit Westland Mall, Target, and Toys“R”Us making sure we looked out for the things we needed around our house and some of the neglected crack babies we looked out for on the block. Store after store, counterfeit bill after bill, every transaction went through without any problem, working like a charm. The car was filled to capacity with clothes, shoes, household supplies, personal care products, baby dolls, and plush toys for the kids.

“I've gotta drop two cards off before we go home. Do you have some stops to make?” Nique went down onto the free going opposite from our house.

“Not really. Just swing me past Coney Island when you're done. All this swiping we just got down with has worked up a major appetite.”

 

 

“Came up that's all me, stay true that's all me.” My phone was ringing again but I didn't want to answer to Wally. I didn't want to answer my phone seeing it was Wally. We hadn't talked since that day so I didn't know how he was getting ready to come out the box.

“What up, doe?” I answered the phone like nothing was up. Maybe he had meant to give me some work in exchange for a little loving.

“Shit, you, Cori. What time this evening?”

“Straight to the point I see. I thought we were straight since we got down.” I twirled my hair like a dumb girl but knowing better.

“I ain't for the games, baby. This ain't the time.”

“It's cool, we cool. I'll have the cash over there. Two hundred fifty dollars, right?” Straitening up in the seat, I could see this conversation wasn't going in my favor.

“Naw, that right there is top strain. $325 and that's with me giving you a little off for a taste of that twat.”

I guess I wasn't going to get out of this deal without paying. “All right, I'll call you once we're done in the streets.”

“Naw, that ain't gonna work. I'll be your way in an hour. Have my money or I'm beating your motherfucking ass, C. You should have known better not to leave without tossing my cash, high or not, you know the rules. Play me and get played.” Wally had flipped the script on me and hung up in my face. I expected him to have a certain demeanor about himself but this was a tad bit much.

I stared at my phone watching the duration time of the call blinking, signaling the call was over. I was in total disbelief that he'd clowned so hard so quickly. I didn't know who that “can't eat pussy right” faggot thought he was dealing with. Free weed or no weed, I wasn't into being beat on or told what the fuck to do. No nigga was going to run me or “beat my motherfucking ass.” I was way past regretting even calling him against my better judgment in the first place. I should've never mixed this type of business with him. It was proving to be a huge mistake. I just went from having a reliable trick in Wally to a having foe.

 

After stuffing my cheeseburger deluxe and cardboard fries down my throat, I joined Nique on the front porch for the yard sale we were hosting. We'd kept the best products on reserve for ourselves but in a pinch of course everything would go. Each time we were lucky enough to get down in a major way, we set up shop right on our front grass selling it off to our neighbors. The whole lot was set out for them to rummage through: from stolen hair care products, Macy's highest tagged clothes, and toddler toys. And from previous experience, I knew it would sell. Of course we hung the best in our own closets, but if necessary we'd sell them too. Everything was priced ready to go. Girls were already spending money fast knowing our stock was 100 percent straight official.

“I figured you wanted to do the honors,” Nique said and handed me the mail before walking into her house on the phone. My guess was that it was sorry-ass Vic on the other line. “Your ass owes me that twenty-five dollars he charges, too.”

“Oh shit, with everything going on, I'd forgotten about even ordering these cards. And I got your cash even though he got down on you for an extra five. Everybody gotta have a hustle I guess.” Ripping the envelopes open of both a Visa and Master Card in Kelly Tandy's name, I'd just come up on another card to pay bills with.

Hearing the subwoofers of a car rattling, I looked up in just enough time to see Mike bending the corner in his cocaine white F-150 on chrome rims.
Speaking of the devil, his ass must be coming for the money.
As he illegally parked his truck in the vacant lot next to our house and got out, my eyes were fixated on him mixed with lust and hate.
Shouldn't he be with Alyssa since he dissed me for her last night?
I was trying to be mad but Mike's presence made me soft. Yeah, a trick like me wanted more than just the long pipe he'd lay off in me weekly.

“What up my nigga, Mike?” Uncle Spook yelled, leaning over the porch banister. I swore Spook could sense a person with money a mile the fuck away.

Mike, gold bracelet sparkling in the sunlight, stopped in his tracks waiting on Spook to get up the street before he spoke back doing a quick dap and hug. “Shit, Spook. Money is up with me, guy, you feel it,” Mike replied, looking the old G up and down.

“Naw, dude, I don't feel it.” Spook shook his head laughing as he went in his pocket to pull out a stale half-smoked Newport, asking for a light. “My money ain't been up in a long time, playa.”

Mike pulled out a red lighter handing it to Spook before informing him that he'd catch up with him later once he finished handling his business.

“Yeah, holla at me, moneymaker. I'm out here bad so I need you to look out for me. I can't front, boss,” Spook negotiated, ducking back down to continue getting high.

Mike couldn't catch a break. Between Spook, other old heads in the hood, and the young girls on our front grass, he was getting an overload of attention.

“What up, beautiful? How are you?” Mike smiled walking up on the porch.

Leaning back in the white plastic chair playing nonchalant, if it weren't for me wanting some more counterfeit bills Mike would've been getting thrown moonlight shade. “Shit, I can't call it. I see you answered to the money.”

“Of course, you already know how I get down.”

“I thought I did, until I saw that saddity bitch all up on your arm. You jerked me around at the party last night, Mike, but I ain't with that shit this morning.” Not being able to let his Unforgivable cologne persuade me to keep quiet, Alyssa's scent stood out more. I hated this girl I didn't even now 'cause obviously she was taking the place I wanted, which was right next to him.

“Alyssa ain't did shit to you, girl. So quit acting all jealous.”

“Don't take what I said to the head, nigga. I'm not nearly jealous of that watermelon-head broad.”

“I might be a street nigga, C, but a fool I am not. But let's not talk about Alyssa right now. I'd rather get to feeling on that good-looking body of yours. Get up, girl.” I didn't try to resist him.

Letting him hug me tightly, I whispered softly into his ear that he felt too good as he hugged me tightly. I loved being this close to his body even though ol' girl's smell still lingered. Even though it didn't work I closed my eyes in an effort to block the scent out. Instead I got lost in my mind wishing I were his girl. When he placed his face into my neck, I was sure he could smell the soft-smelling Flowerbomb body oil he was known to love. Running his hands from my back, finally landing on my soft booty, moans escaped my lips.
Damn this nigga always throws me off my square. I couldn't shake him if I wanted.
“You like what you feel?” My intentions were to entice him.

“Yeah, girl, don't ask stupid questions. This dick is waking up for you. I've gotta finish that kitten off.” Still embracing me, both of us rocking side to side, we were both reacting off the other's sexual energy. Not bothering to be discreet, I slid my hands down and grabbed at his manhood. He was long, strong, and ready to go to work on me. “You've got favors to return to daddy.”

“I know,” I cooed back in such a low tone I could barely hear myself. I couldn't wait to drop it low working for a permanent spot.

“Why don't you two just get a room?” Nique swung the steel security door open. “Not everybody wants to see all that lovey-dovey crap.” She was pulling at a blunt even though she wasn't supposed to. Me and Nique were homegirls, aces, and BFFs in short terms, but I swore sometimes she just didn't know when to shut up. She could've easily backed down until me and Mike got down having our kissy face session or at least kept quiet. As of lately, all I saw was a hater in Ta'Nique 'cause her situation was messy with Vic and that li'l bastard she was unsure of. She didn't have to rain on my parade 'cause her life was in shambles though. We might've been ride or dies but I wasn't riding for that. Mike broke the embrace we were sharing then went for the blunt Nique was passing. Unfortunately for me, he never made a comment on what she'd said about us getting a room. Once they started talking about family business, I'd definitely become old news and a third wheel. Not liking the feeling, I excused myself into the house to get his stuff from Walmart. My phone was blowing up with text messages for orders, so with the unexpected free time I grabbed my notebook to write them down. Since Mike was here and everything went good last night, I'd have the counterfeit bills to get everyone's requests. Two people wanted a gift card to Best Buy for at least $500, a few people wanted to know if either me or Nique had a hookup for the PlayStation 4, one person had returned my message about the $200 Walmart cards, and three people needed a bill paid. I responded back to each text accordingly, letting them know I'd be in touch within a few hours. These were my regular customers, so they didn't doubt my reliability.

“I don't think we were done for you to just up and walk away like that.” Mike pushed my bedroom door open and invited himself in. I was so caught up in calculating the money I'd premade in my mind that I hadn't even heard his heavy footsteps making thuds across our raggedy wooden floors.

“Naw, it wasn't like that, Mike. I just thought I'd let family business be just that.” I smiled leaning back onto my bed, letting him know by the look in my eyes I was interested in picking up right where we'd left off.

“Don't play games with me, Cori baby, that camel toe looking like love to a nigga.” He licked his lips, easing his way near me after shutting my bedroom door.

“You just don't know how bad I've been wanting to get with you,” I revealed as I uncrossed my caramel legs inviting him toward my needing body.

I began to feel slightly uncomfortable about myself as he stood in front of my bed staring at my frame from head to toe. Mike didn't know, but he had a hold over me and I was starting to fall in love. “Stop thinking,” he demanded, as if he'd read my mind. “I like to see what I'm about to do and study my prey.”

Thrown off by his ego but turned on by his attempt to let me in on his so-called stamina, I was yearning for him inside of my walls even more. He knelt down onto my purple Target comforter and began kissing my feet and rubbing on my thighs. The slightest touch was sending tingles through my mind. I tilted my head back and enjoyed as he massaged my legs, inner thigh, and belly button with his tongue. As his finger reached my clitoris, it was a repeat like last night: an Aquafina flow. “I see you're wet for me,” he said, before plunging his tongue into my pussy as he still managed to finger fuck me. I was grinding myself into his face as he reached up and spread my legs into the butterfly position. My moans got louder as he continued to eat me out, dining like this was his last meal. “Damn you taste so sweet,” he murmured, then wiped the mouthful of cream I'd left him with over my comforter. Unzipping his pants, I jumped up eager to return the favor but was flipped over with the quickness. “Naw, not just yet.”

Mike brought orgasm after orgasm ramming his black monster inside of me with no holding back. He was relentlessly fucking me like a beast; and I was loving it. I continuously screamed his name over and over again until he finally decided to release his cum all over my back. I felt it run down my ass and crack but didn't care. He could have me however and whenever he liked. I flipped over and spread-eagle out on my back while resuscitating his dick back to life with an infamous jack job. It took no time to get him back up. This time I rode him for what seemed like a lifetime until he tossed me over nutting all over my stomach. Mike had that work and that's why I was sprung over him. Once done I knew the drill so I got up and put on my robe to get washed up and get him a warm, soapy washcloth.

When I went back into the room Mike was on the phone making plans to “be through there in a minute,” which deflated me more than I hoped my faced showed 'cause I wanted another session with him. I hated our dynamic, always a “hit it quick” type of thing.

“Come here, baby girl.” He motioned for me to come into his arms realizing I was in the room looking salty. Either that or he was busted treating me like a trick. Regardless I rushed over to him, giving him the warm, wet cloth. As he washed himself off and dried the moistness with my sheets, he pulled me by the waist over to him pushing my face toward his dick. “Now it's time for you to return the favor.”

I guessed I had no choice but to give him the mouth, so I obliged and swallowed every drop of semen he let out, salty and all.

 

 

“So was that Alyssa on the phone? Was I just filling in while she was getting her braces tightened or something?” Taking a shot at her, I was sure Mike no longer speculated about me being jealous. It was written all over my face.

“You're crazy than a motherfucker, Cori, you know that?” Wiping the saliva and cum from his semi-hard dick, he stood up putting on his boxers.

“Don't leave this room or send me on no duck chase, Mike. You did this same slick shit last night.” Right now I was showing my whole hand but didn't care. He had to know that my swag could match his swag, if only he'd be the one to wife and upgrade me. “Why have you been dissing me for Alyssa?”

“You really need to do something about your self-esteem. If every piece of ass I stick my meat into is gonna bother you, fucking with me might not be the way you want to keep going.” Mike's words were brutal as he cut up the relationship my small mind thought we were building on.

“You and I both know I ain't going nowhere. So the question still stands, was that Alyssa or not?” Falling back onto the pillow, I was exasperated with trying to get the truth out of him.

“You drive a hard bargain with your ghetto ass. Not like it's any of your business real talk, but yeah, that was her.”

“Straight up? That's how you gonna keep playing me? You're treating me like an appetizer but that ho like an entrée.” Now sitting up pulling the sheet over my naked body, for the first time I was starting to feel less than inferior. Thinking back on the pictures from Instagram, then seeing her live and in person at the party, Alyssa modeled everything I hated: a preppy, had-it-all, tailored female who once again had it better than me.

“Yeah, that was her but that ain't nothing for you to be worrying about, Cori. Like I told you last night, me and her get down with business. Ain't no thang that I stick my rod up in her from time to time, so don't go all gangster on me blowing my spot up.” Now getting fully dressed, I could tell Mike knew he'd fucked up by telling the truth. But nothing said could be undone.

“What type of work she doing for you that I can't?” Instantly getting defensive, I jumped up ready to prove my point. Grabbing the bags of personal items including drawers, undershirts, socks, soap, deodorant, lotion, and even toothpaste, I dumped them onto the bed folding my arms like a little kid. “And here's your money from the gift cards I've already sold plus a few outfits from Macy's. That high-class-looking Alyssa broad ain't out here rough hauling in the streets like me. I ain't got a single bill left.” Mike needed to see that I was on his level enough to play my role efficiently. How dare he continue to dog me when we could be getting down together?

Picking up the few items, he threw them back down onto the bed showing me they were meaningless. “You think this is some top-notch queen shit to do, C? I mean, don't get me wrong, I appreciate you looking out for ya mans so no disrespect, but this is toddler-level shit compared to what Alyssa's been putting me down with.”

“Then why are you here, nigga? If I can't do no real big girl shit for you, then bang the door down on your way out.” Hotter than fish grease, I swiped everything from on top of my bed onto the floor. I was in rare form about to throw a massive tantrum. “I can't wait to see that trick again though. I'm gonna cut into her like I should have at the party. You can't have your cake and eat it, too, nah.”