Juicy: The Complete Series (7 page)

“Nigga, what you think? I wanna see that big ol
’ thang you workin’ with.” Diamond said walking to him grabbing the bulge in his pants.

He was limp and even still it had some length on it. She was mesmerized and moist all at the same time. Her fingers went to unbuckle his pants but were halted by his strong hand. She went for it again but kept getting batted away.

“Damn, nigga. What’s the deal?”

“Shit
, for starters, you calling me nigga. Where you get that shit from?”

“Oh. You all forceful and junk. I
’m sorry, daddy. Well, let’s talk first. So who you been texting all this time?” Diamond said sitting on the floor in front of him.

“Look
, get in the bed, lay down and don’t move. I’m about to go downstairs to that store up the street and get some Yak for us to sip on. When I come back, I want the lights off so we can get it in.” Kojack spat walking towards the door. “Lights off!”

Kojack went into the lobby slapping hands with a man walking towards him.

"Thanks, bro. Room 211. It’s open." He said as he passed him by. Then he walked out the door and down the street. He never looked back as he jogged down the stairs of the subway and hopped the “L” back to the hood.

Meanwhile back at the hotel,
the door opened.

“Damn
, baby. That was quick as hell. I’m in the bed waiting, baby.” Diamond yelled.

The man shut the door quickly
and then walked around the corner to the bedroom and anxiously undressed. He couldn’t wait to get what he’d been yearning for, for so long. His nice hard dick beat against the inside of his right leg as he climbed in the bed on top of a naked Diamond. She rubbed his back eager to receive him into her pleasure. She grabbed his firm backside and spread eagle so he could have ample room to maneuver himself in. He put the tip of his head against her opening, gyrating around a bit before sticking it in. His dick wasn’t long but it was quite thick as he eased into her tight moistness and drove in deep.

“AHHH!” Diamond screamed as she tried to run from his heavyweight schlong.

“Naw, don’t run now. I got you. I got you.”

Diamond recognized that voice whispering in her ear but she was too immersed in the feeling of his massive erection inside of her. It started out rough but began feeling wonderful as she moved her body into his motions. Her moans grew wilder as he tapped her uterus with every stroke pinning her legs up making her feet touch the headboard. She knew Kojack had played her but she didn
’t care because he had given her what she had yearned for since the pastor raped her. A good piece of dick.

The next evening, Pandora hopped out of the red Infinity truck she had rented days before. She walked up to Keisha as she opened the door for her. They plopped down on the couch at the same time as Keisha grabbed the remote flicking through channels on the 32” wall mounted flat panel. There was a funny smell in the air that she knew all too well. It used to seep out from under the door of the pastor
’s bedroom at night long ago.

“What
’s that smell, Kesh?” Pandora asked turning her nose up playing the role.

“Girl, my momma. She been smoking that shit for the last few months cause she says it lessens her pain. It is what it is to me,
ya’ know?” Keisha replied.

“Straight up?” Pandora replied.

“Yep. When she doing that shit, P, I don’t even bother her cause I know what she going through. I love her regardless.” Keisha spat shaking her head.

Pandora thought about what she had in her pocket. She hadn
’t come to the hood for nothing and she knew somehow someway she was going to need to pop that shit off. There was no need for her to hold on to it when there was a gang of money to be had out there. Her palms starting itching when the bright idea exploded in her head.

“Ay, let me holla at your momma for a minute.” Pandora said.

Keisha side eyed her as she rose and lead her to the far back room of the bungalow where the smell became more evident. Keisha covered her nose and pointed to the door in the furthest right hand corner.

“Enter at your own risk, P.” She said as she darted back to the living room
, inserting her ass back into the groove she had formed in the couch.

Pandora pushed open the door, nose uncovered, to find
Keisha’s mother laid back on the bed. There were machines everywhere beeping and ticking. The white bedspread had been ruffled and wreaked of a stench unknown to man. Her tattered silk blue nightgown looked as if she had worn it forever and her hair was wild like she was an animal in a zoo. Empty prescription pill bottles adorned the nightstand, dresser and floor of her room but at least the sun shone brightly through the window, shining light on the otherwise dreary scene. It was as if every day she simply waited for death to take her, not willing to do anything about it.

“What
’s up, baby? I ain’t know you still come around here.” The older woman said.

Her skin was old and saggy
, but she was only forty-five years old. Pandora went over to sit next to her on the bed and touched her hand, feeling as though she was touching a snake with extra scaly skin. There were empty Night Train bottles tucked away on the side of the bed. She tried to push them underneath with her foot using the little strength she had but it was no use. She waved them off and then placed her body back against the wooden headboard.

“How are you, Ms. Rita?” Pandora asked sincerely.

“Oh, an old bitch like me need to be taken ‘round back and shot. Put outta my misery, you know? What’s a young thang like you doing back here in all this?” Ms. Rita asked while wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

“I just came to check on you, ma
’am.” Pandora said feeling guilty for the real reason she wanted to speak to her.

“I was born at night but not last night, honey. So what you want? Money? I ain
’t got no money. We barely paying the mortgage around here as it is and poor Keisha so big won’t nobody even hire her ass. I’m broke baby. I can’t help you.” Ms. Rita spat, shaking her head the whole time.

It was a shame that none of her family members would even come around to help her in her time of need. Ms. Rita lived off of her social security and
, since Keisha couldn’t get a job, the little scrap they had left barely covered one of their bills. Often times they would make payment arrangements they couldn’t keep , which left them in dark or in the cold.

“Naw, Ms. Rita. I don
’t want nothing from you. I’m good. I wanna help you out for a change.” Pandora said pulling the small baggie from out of her pink skimpy shorts pocket.

“Help me? With this?
” Then she realized exactly what it was. “Awe, thank you, baby. I really appreciate it. I do.”

“Wait now,” Pandora said yanking it back before she could snatch it out of her hand
. “I need a favor.”

“Mmhmm. It
’s always something. Isn’t it?” Ms. Rita snarled.

“No
, ma’am, not like that. You can have this one bag. Sample it and recommend to your friends. I need customers, Ms. Rita, and I wanna set up shop right here so I can have some place safe to do it. Don’t trip. I’ll do it out of the garage and not out in the open.”

Ms. Rita looked into her eyes to figure out what her angle was. She didn
’t seem like a shiesty person and she was always a respectful girl when she was young.

“So all I get is this one bag?” Ms. Rita asked coyly.

“No, ma’am. You can get two bags a day. You need to take it easy cause you’re on those meds. But I will also throw Keisha some dough to save for the long run.” Pandora retorted.

“Deal. Do what you want. Now hand that over.”

Pandora put the bag in her hand and then kissed Ms. Rita’s forehead as she walked out the door. She reached the living room and stood behind the couch staring down at her couch potato friend who was laughing at reruns of the Jeffersons. The living room was cluttered with old pictures of the good old days when they had no hard times. It was a shrine to her daddy who had been locked down for fifteen years on murder, to when Ms. Rita was young and gorgeous and when Keisha was vibrant and energetic.

“Ay, Keish. Your mom
’s says I can chill at your crib in the garage from time to time. Where the garage keys?” Pandora said extending her hand.

Keisha asked no questions. She reached into her pocket taking the key off the key
ring and then handed it to her. Pandora tapped her on the shoulder as she headed out the door hopping back into the truck. She pulled around to the garage, taking out the three bricks of work and storing it underneath some blue tarp in the far east corner where no one would think to look. Her phone buzzed off the hook when she turned it back on. She had multiple messages come through and a few missed calls. They were all from Kojack.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby. I’m sorry I had my phone off because I was in the hospital visiting my friend’s mother. I missed you, though.” Pandora said.

“Yeah. You missed me
, huh? Where you at, Diamond?” He said with the sly tone.

“You know I did. I
’m just leaving Holy Cross Hospital. Why you sound different?”

“I need to see you, man,
ASAP.” Kojack spat with the quickness.

“Um…okay…well where you want to meet?” Pandora replied equivocally.

“I’m at the King Center.”

“I
’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Her mind ran rampant as she tried to figure out what was bothering Kojack. His voice was oddly different and strangely peculiar from his usual old self. He wasn
’t happy or charismatic at all. The inflection in his voice was beyond unpleasant, sounding more like business all the way. She thought he might have been still shook over the Sun shit since none of the niggas in the hood would let it go. It seemed they would work to the death to find his killer.

Pandora bent the corner where the King Center sat and saw that the parking lot wasn
’t as packed as it usually was for a weekend night. As she pulled in the lot, she could see Kojack’s car but he was nowhere to be found. She pulled right along side of his car to find him inside with a person she couldn’t make out. She exited her car the same time he did, reaching out her arms for a hug.

“Hey
, baby.” Pandora said as she was cut short of her hug. Kojack grabbed her arms and gently placed them down in front of her.

“Why you lie, Diamond? If that is your real name.” He said squinting his eyes looking down into hers.

His tall stature made it impossible for her to look him straight in the eye. Because she had to look up at him, it seemed as if he was scolding her like she was a four year old. She shook her head playing stupid to his question. Kojack looked furious, though. He meant business and she knew it.

"Lie about what?" She barked.

"What’s your real name? Is it Diamond or not?" He asked sarcastically.

She was stuck. No words bled from her mouth because there were none worthy of speaking to him. Her heart contracted fast as she prayed for a distraction, any distraction to get her out of telling him the truth right then. The wind was silent and the night seemed cold
, even though it was still a simmering summer heat wave. Pandora’s palms grew even sweatier than the first day she met him. She lowered her head in shame and when she lifted it back up to come clean, Diamond popped out of the passenger side of his car with a smile on her face and slamming his car door. She headed over to them twitching her hips the whole way in her sky blue skintight shorts jumper. Her tits were propped up like she was getting ready to serve them on a sexual platter and the bright red lipstick spread across her lips pissed Pandora off. That was her color.

“Hey
, lil’ sis. Glad you could make it.” Diamond spat wrapping her arms under Kojack’s.

“What
’s going on here?” Pandora asked looking at the two of them simultaneously.

“What
’s going on is you’ve been pretending to be me this whole time, huh? Tsk, tsk, tsk. You shouldn’t be playing big girl games. Isn’t that right, Pandora?” Diamond spat laughing hysterically.

“Kojack…I…” Pandora tried to explain.

“Why the fuck you lie? Did you think I wouldn’t find out? I’m texting you on the phone thinking you’re her, when all the time she was in front of me trying to boss me off. How do you think that shit made me feel?” Kojack barked angrily.

“But Kojack if you let me explain…” Pandora begged.

“Naw. You should’ve been explaining then. You bitches play too many games. Then you always say you want a good man. But when you get him, you play him. Man, fuck this and fuck y’all.” Kojack snapped getting back into his car, screeching his tires as he pulled off.

Pandora wanted to cry but her tears wouldn
’t fall, not while she was in Diamond’s presence. If it weren’t for the fact that she was her sister, she would’ve stretched that bitch out right there just like Sun’s ass. Diamond stood there with a sly smirk on her face, swinging her arms back and forth waiting on her response to what had just happened. Pandora had none. She began to open the car door but Diamond grabbed her arm. She rolled her eyes, turning back uninterested in anything she had to say.

“What, Diamond?”

“Naw, P. Don’t get an attitude with me. You need to tell me what the fuck happened.”

“For what? He was mine and you fucked that up. Let
’s just move on.” Pandora spat crossing her arms.

“Really? I could
’ve sworn I had him first. That dick was mine, bitch.” Diamond rolled her eyes and smacked her lips.

“See, bitch, men are just pieces of ass to you. That
’s all you care about. But to me he was more than that and I know I was more than that to him. Why the fuck do you think he staged this whole thing? Real men only do that shit for females they care about. Not bitches like you!” Pandora snapped while poking Diamond in the shoulder.

“Fuck all that. He was mine and you broke the code. So you will feel shitty when I get him back.” Diamond yelled.

“Diamond, you are the dumbest bitch in the world if you think he ever wanted you. You ain’t even on his level.” Pandora retorted as she laughed getting back into her truck and started pulling off.

“Wait, bitch I took the car back this morning. I need a ride!” Diamond yelled.

“Worthless, pathetic ass bitch.” Pandora mumbled.

She had heard Diamond but she didn
’t care. Her brain was still trying to wrap around the fact that Kojack hated her now. Her heart was heavy and vomit rose in her throat. It couldn’t end like that. She wouldn’t allow it. What they felt for each other was real and there was no way that fool was getting off that easy. One way or the other, he would have to forgive her for the stupid mistake she made. As she drove out of the parking lot, she tried calling his phone, but it went straight to voicemail.

You got Jack. You betta hope I hit
yo’ ass back–BEEP.