Vicious Is The Name That They Gave Me: A Philly Story (4 page)

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“Did you enjoy it?” he asked me.

“Yes. I know you didn’t enjoy me, being it was my first time,” I told him.

“You weren’t so bad. You just need practice. I can teach you a few things,” He joked. I laughed.

“Alright, I’ll hit you up later,” I told him.

“Cool,” he said. We gave each other hugs and left the room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4

Chanelle

“Tiffany, where is Peddi?”

“Girl, that niggah was knocked the fuck out,” She said laughing and I joined her.

“That’s how you have to get them, all hooked and shit,” I commented. Tiffany and I were sitting on the couch drinking Cosmos when I saw Vicious walking down the steps. I have to hand it to the girl. She is Vicious. I didn’t need to be in the room with her to know she got dick. She was walking completely different from before. He must have torn her pussy up real good.
I’m just saying from the looks of it.
I know C-Roc blew her back out. It’s funny how she tried to play it off like she was not in pain.
Bitch you’re faking it! You know your pussy is hurting right about now.
She came over to where we were sitting.

“Where did Kassidy go?” she asked.

“She is busy right now. I’m surprised at you Vicious,” I told her along with a smirk.

“You didn’t think I could handle it, did you?” she asked.

“Nope, not at all,” I responded putting my Cosmo down and grabbing two glasses from the caterer. “Let’s make a toast to Vicious. You are one bad vicious bitch,” I joked and she laughed.

“Did you have fun?” Tiffany butted in. Vicious nodded yes. I needed to be alone with Vicious for a minute. Since Vicious proved she could take a risk I wanted to recruit her into my squad, Tha Philly Ridahs. I wanted to see if she can be a rider for the squad next. The more girls Dollah brought, the more my squad got deeper and the more I got paid. Just when I was about to tell Tiffany to excuse us, C-Roc brings his happy ass over.
Damn.
Vicious didn’t notice C-Roc was behind her until he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Oh shit, don’t scare me like that,” Vicious said.

“I wouldn’t try to scare you,” He said nibbling on her cheeks. She blushed while pushing away.
So I guess you let him hit one time and now you’re in love with the niggah. Please!

“Look at you boos loving and shit,” Tiffany joked.

“Um, excuse me Tiffany and Roc, but I need Vicious for a second,” I said grabbing her by her hands. C-Roc held on to her tight.

“Damn, Roc, I’m going to bring her right back,” I said.
Is her pussy that good that you can’t resist? I’m sure mine is way better.

“Don’t take long,” He said.
He’s a trip. It’s not that serious.

“Shut up,” I joked. I was able to be alone with Vicious on the patio.

  “What’s up?” she said. I began to like her, only because she could be a real big asset for the next move I am going to make. I see I can start making money off her ass.

“I want to offer you a position,” I said lighting my blunt. I inhaled and exhaled the weed.

“What kind of position?” Vicious asked, while taking my blunt and inhaling it.
Well excuse me, you don’t have to ask. Just take it right out of my hand. I know you, Vicious and all but don’t get too comfortable, bitch.
I smirked as I let my thought roam through my head.

“It’s a position where you could be making real money real quick. You could even be riding a nice whip. You could get whatever you want. All you have to do is be on my squad and ride with us,” I explained.

“What do I have to do?” she passed the weed back.

“Be a Ridah,” I said easily.
Don’t I make it sound so easy?

“That’s it?” she asked as if she wanted more, because if she did, I can give her more.

“Yup, be a Philly Ridah,” I said showing her my tattoo on my neck. Everyone who is on my squad has Tha Philly Ridah’s tattooed on their neck. She was next.
In case she didn’t know.

“Ride with us and get whatever you want. You don’t have to worry about anything,” I offered.

“Alright, I’m down with that. Who else is on the squad? She asked.
Vicious and her damn questions!

“You’ll see when you come to our meeting which is tonight at midnight,” I said as we walked back in to the house.

“And I have to get that tattoo on my neck?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

When we got back inside, we shook hands. Vicious said she was going to the bathroom. I told her to make herself comfortable. I went upstairs into one of the bedrooms.

“Did she fall for it?” Dollah asked. I turned around and he was standing at the bathroom door naked. He was turning me on. Dollah was thirty-two and had the body of a twenty-something year old model. He had a dark brown complexion with fine waves through his hair. His muscular abs reminded me of Morris Chestnut. He had tattoos all over his body from his neck down to his stomach.
This mother fucker had all the ladies wanting him.
I knew Dollah messed around and so did I. But we made a promise to each other that we would come home to one another at the end of the day.

“Yeah, she did. Is Constance taken care of? I asked him taking off my clothes and began to walk towards him.

“Yup, her ass is done. Why don’t you bring that caramel sexy ass body over to daddy?” he asked. As I continue to walk over to him, I took the rest of my clothes off. It it’s one thing I know, there is no other bitch on this God giving universe that could please Dollah the way I did and that’s final. He lay on the bed as I crawled on top of him. Making my way to him, I licked every part of his body, from the bottom of his legs to the top of his things to the center where his manhood stood up.

“He’s happy to see you,” Dollah joked. I grabbed his dick and took him into my mouth and slowly released it. Took it back in my mouth, slurped a few times and released it again. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back

“I’m happy to see him too,” I said. I gave Dollah the best head he ever imagined. Like I said, no other female could please him better than me. He let out moan after moan. I had Dollah’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.
I had that niggah making all types of sounds.
I stopped sucking his dick and got on top of him and rode him like it was going to be his last. He cupped my butt with his hands and pushed himself inside of me. He continued to go deeper and faster.

“…….uhhhh….uhhhh…..uhhh…….uhhhhhhhhh…….uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh……………..oooohhhhh……..oooohhhhh……God……………..ooohhhhhhh…..uuuhhh….Shit…………uh huh…..uh huh….yea………yes…..yes…..like that……uhhhh…shit…don’t stop….

I whined as he penetrated his penis inside me.

“uuuhhhh……..hhhhhaaaaa……,” I whined harder as we both were fucking each other. He turned me over and laid my back on the bed and did my favorite
missionary style.

“Yes daddy, do what you do best. Fuck me,” I screamed as he did what I asked. After we were finished he went in to the bathroom to clean the scent of our love making off his body. I laid on the bed and started to think about the great sex we always have. Almost every day we meet up and get it going. When we would meet each other in the house and get it going. The sound of a cell phone disturbed my reminiscing about our sex life. It was Dollah’s cell phone going off. I looked at the caller ID.

“Who the fuck is this?” I guess I’ll answer it. “Hello,” I greeted so ignorantly.

“Hi, can I speak to Darius?” she asked.
No, you cannot speak to Darius.
No one has ever called Dollah by his government, not even me. She had to be close to him. But I am still not going to let her speak to him. Who the
fuck does she think she is.

“Uh, you got the wrong number,” I lied and hung up. She called back again.
What does she want?
I figure I should at least find out who she is and what she was calling for.
Don’t they call that phone manners? I guess.

“Hello,” I still gave an ignorant tone.

“Hi, is Darius there?” she asked as her tone became tenser.
I know she is not getting hype with me because I can bang on her ass again. It will not be a problem
.

“Who is this?” I asked rudely.

“This is Paris,”

“Paris from where?” I questioned. She started to laugh. I do not understand what she thought was so funny.

“What do you mean from where? I’m his fiancé,” She stated. My heart dropped.
He was engaged? When did this happen? Where was I? So he is trying to act like a ballah? How are you calling me wifey and have a fiancé on the side? He’s a real dickhead
. You know I am okay with the side whores,
but wife? Niggah got me fucked up.

“You said you his fiancé?’ I repeated. I wanted to make sure I heard what she exactly said correctly.

“That’s what I said,” She replied ignorantly.
Oh, this chick wants to get smart? I bet if we were in the street with this and I’m about to whip her ass, she wouldn’t get smart. I bet she wouldn’t.

“Well, I’m his wife. I’m pretty sure you slept with him right?” I asked.

“Yeah, I did earlier today as a matter of fact,” She said sarcastically
It’s as if she’s reminiscing about it while I’m on the phone.

“You know the C on the left side of his chest?” I questioned.

“Yea, the one I sucked on… okay what about it?”

“That stands for my name, Chanelle bitch. Get it right. Call his phone again, I’m going to find you and fuck you up,” Click. This Paris had some nerve to be calling Dollah, I mean Darius. I walked into the bathroom and opened the shower door. He has some explaining to do.
Niggah better start talking.

“Chanelle, what are you doing?” he asked.

“Who the fuck is Paris, huh? Who is she?” I asked in an interrogating tone.

“Who’s Paris?” he played dumb. I am too old for the little games.
He better stop playing with my intelligence. He must not know I will slaughter his ass all over this bathroom.

“Niggah, don’t play stupid. Who is she? Who is she Dollah? Is she one of your little hoes who doesn’t know her place?” I asked pushing him into the bathroom wall.

“What is wrong with you? I don’t know Paris?” he said.
My gut is telling me is lying. Deep down inside I feel like he is lying. This niggah is lying.

“You don’t know Paris? Well apparently she knows you, your government, and your body. So that means you are lying. I’m going to ask you on more, time Dollah. Who the hell is Paris?” my anger grew and so did his. I did not understand why he is getting mad. He’s the one that got caught.
Dumb ass niggah can’t even cover up his tracks.
He can get mad all he wants. He took the towel to wrap around himself and stepped towards my face as he walked out the shower.

“Who the fuck do you think you are questioning me? Do you run shit? You don’t run anything, so get the fuck out of my face,” he said pushing me with his shoulders as he walked away.
Oh so you want to push me huh? I have something for that ass.
I hate it when people make me go to extreme measures. I did not appreciate the way Dollah was treating me at the moment. Come to think about it, he has been acting funny lately.
You know on some sneaky shit; like we’re grown. Who has time for that bullshit?
I thought I should give him one more time to answer my question correctly.
He’s playing with my intelligence. I don’t care if he’s the boss, the King, the empire, or the master. Fuck all those titles, they do not mean shit to me. I see he’s going to make me fuck him up.

“Dollah, who is Paris?” I asked him softly while I waited patiently for him to answer. He ignored me. He is going to be sorry he did that. I went to the side of the bed where I hid my gun and pulled it out. As I cocked the gun he turned around.

“What are you going to do, shoot me?” he asked laughing.

“I wouldn’t laugh if I was you. I’m not playing with you,” I told him.

“You wouldn’t shoot me. As many times you jumped on this dick,” He said grabbing his manhood.
I do love his dick. But he shouldn’t get conceited with it. I will blow his shit off and jump on another dick. There are plenty of dicks in the world. When is he going to realize that?
I pointed the gun at his dick.

“You wouldn’t even dare to do it,” He said.

“You’re right. I do love you. But I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I’m cool with you getting engaged to someone else when we were supposed to have that life. Do you see how I got an issue with that? No, you will never get that,”

“I have shit to do, so what’s your point?’ He said as he started to put his boxers on.

“Stop playing with me. Who is the bitch that is claiming you?” I grew impatient. He didn’t answer. I shot him close to his dick.
The next one will be his dick. I promise.

“Ahhhh…hhh” he whined like a little ass girl. He tested me and I told him not to. I told him not to fuck with me, he chose to. All he had to do was be honest.
Be real. He isn’t a real man if he can’t own up to his shit.
I walked over to him, while he lay on the floor as he bled from his wound.
Damn. That is a lot of blood coming out of you.

“See niggah, I told you not to play with me. Didn’t I tell you, huh? See what happens when you try my patience? I get angry and shoot you. You’re about to be dead in five seconds,” I teased and watch him bleed to death.
Bye bye niggah.
I didn’t worry about someone hearing the gun shot. I had a silencer on my gun. I alerted Retta to come up to the room. As I went through his pockets, I pulled out stacks of his cash. It had to be five thousand dollars. I heard a knock at the door. I went over to let Retta in.

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