Lipstick Diaries Part 2 Page 19

  “Get the fuck out the bed!” one of them yelled at Chatty.

  She grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her body, but fell as she was getting out the bed.

  “Now I want you two in the living room while I get what I came for.”

  Two days went by, both CT and Scotty were lounging over Tay’s house when the front door was kicked in. It scared the shit out of them. Three masked men where pointing guns at them. One of them took off the mask.

  “You fucking bitch!” CT yelled.

  “You dick sucker!” Chatty yelled back, slapping him with the gun.

  She held the gun on him and she didn’t even feel scared. Chatty no loger cared if they knew it was her.

  “Look at you two flaming muthafucka’s! Yeah, I know about y’all two. One day I was sitting right there on the other side, listening. Listening to all the shit y’all was cooking and how stupid I was. You used me you gay bitch!” Chatty yelled, smacking CT with her open hand. “You should not have let me in on all this shit because now you gotta pay for all the shit you took me through, you, you dick-in-the-booty-nigga!” she said, spitting in CT’s face. “Well as you see I gotta new crew, and we want all the money, bicthes!”

  “Bitch, you ain’t getting shit!” Scotty yelled.

  Chatty turned and looked at him as if he was crazy and said, “I think you should keep your dick suckers closed. You were so jealous of Cheese weren’t you? He didn’t want to be your butt buddy, that’s why you had CT kill him so he wouldn’t tell that you tried to suck his dick.”

  There was so much anger in Scotty’s eyes, they turned purple. He wanted to kill her but that shit wasn’t happening not with the two goons she had holding her down. Their guns were squarely in his mug.

  “Yeah, I know what happen that night Scotty,” Chatty laughed, walking over to one of the masked men.

  He went outside and a couple minutes came back with a bag. The bag CT knew so well and probably shitted on himself after seeing it in Chatty’s hands.

  “You should have gotten rid of these guns dummy, but nah. You wanted to pin all that shit on me didn’t you? It was meant for me to find the bag of guns and get my fingerprints all on them. But what’s so fucked up, I didn’t even realize that this was the surveillance tape from Cheese’s crib and I’m all up on this bitch too,” Chatty said, shaking her head.

  “Somebody is missing up in here. Where’s Tay?” Chatty asked then laughed. “Oh I forgot, she’s in the trunk of the car. Go get her.”

  One of the guys ran outside to the car.

  “It’s funny how people run their mouths when their life’s on the line. Little Miss Ghetto Princess had diarrhea of the mouth. She told everything. And guess what?” Chatty asked, laughing like a crazed person. “I got a surprise for all y’all.”

  The guy returned with Tay. She was looking a hot mess. She sat on the couch with the rest of the assholes. Chatty took out her cellphone and dialed. Then she put the cellphone back in her pocket.

  Couple of minute’s later three more masked men came in the house. Chatty sat down to watch the show.

  “Where my money?” one asked.

  Then the other said, “Yeah, fuck boys where the fuck is our money?”

  Now CT and Scotty were looking confused, and CT was the one to speak up.

  “Y’all money… What the fuck?”

  “Yeah, our money dick-boy!” the masked man said, removing the mask.

  CT’s eyes got big as flying saucers while Scotty’s head fell to his chest.

  “Thought you killed me huh?” Cheese asked. “But you did kill my dog!” Cheese said, followed by a blow to CT’s head with the gun.

  “Should a shot me in the head, stupid…! I had on a vest!” he yelled, bitch smacking Scotty.

  The other masked man pulled off his mask, and Chatty stood up. She kissed him on the lips.

  “Y’all remember Nigel?” Chatty asked then laughed.

  “Yeah, Nigel was the one who found Cheese in his crib handcuffed and duct taped. He was on to you two fuckas, and he knew just how to get you. Yep through me, but see we needed each other huh, baby?” Chatty asked him followed by another kiss. “See CT, I was using you just like you used me. I guess what goes around comes around huh?” Chatty said, standing in front of him. “I’m about to go get me something to eat I’m hungry! I’m pretty sure I’ll be seeing all that money later. I deserve it, and oh y’all all get one more surprise!” Chatty announced, leaving the house laughing, and nodding her head at the S.W.A.T. vehicle sitting in front.

  The sneaky cop known as Dust was there. A couple years ago his son was killed in a robbery set up by Cheese and Nigel, but they couldn’t really pin anything on them so now it was time for payback for Dust thanks to Chatty. Dust promised to split the money with her. I’m leaving this shitty city, Chatty was thinking going outside.

  She jumped in Nigel’s Hummer and watched. As Dust and his crew ran up in Tay’s house, her eyes caught someone in a car further down the street, but it was dusk and she couldn’t see who it was. The person was smoking because she saw the red flare every time they took a pull.

  Chatty peeled off, and turned up the radio feeling good about what was going down. She drove, bobbing her head to that nigga Fifty as he sang, “I get mines the fast way the ski mask way…”

  All of a sudden the window of the hummer came crashing in. Chatty couldn’t move. She was numb and her face was wet and thick, crimson liquid dripped from her eyes. Shit became blurry in a hot second. She could see the familiar looking man opening the door, and raising his gun to her face.

  “No-o-o Trif!” Chatty screamed.

  A Hoe is a Garden Tool

  JADA T. ROBERTS

  I always knew I had dark clouds surrounding me everywhere I went. At age eight, Mommy took me and Randall, my now defunct lawyer brother to South Carolina. We visited our cousins and my blind great-grandmother, Cora Jean. I expected down south to be sunny and bright with clear blue skies, but seeing Grandma Cora was a frightening sight for a kid. Her skin reflected the color of soot, but her fake teeth were pearly white just like the long braid of hair snaked down her back.

  Mommy told us that Grandma Cora could see things. Randall and I snickered when she said that, knowing good and damn well that Grandma Cora was blind as a bat and damn near dead as a doorknob. Mommy ushered Randall towards Grandma Cora. She touched Randall’s russet colored face and rubbed his head full of soft, tight curls. At age nine, he was smart, but was beginning to lurk into the gritty streets of Brooklyn, NY where we lived.

  She told him, “Boy, you gonna do good thangs. You smart.” She then waved her crooked finger at him, her closed eye sockets fixated on his baffled face. “You never complete thangs though.”

  Randall, the petrified one, shook a little and looked over at me. He ran off like a little bitch, and I rolled my eyes, knowing the blind woman couldn’t see me. Mommy caught me though, and she scowled. I wasn’t the least bit fazed when it was my turn to go over to see what Grandma Cora had to say about me.

  She rocked a little in this old, rickety, rocking chair that looked older than her. Making a creaking sound, she kept a steady pace. The closer I approached her up the porch stairs, the faster she rocked in her chair. A crow came out of nowhere, perched on the side of Grandma Cora’s foot.

  I stood there in front of her, the bold relative from NY with my arms folded and waited for the old woman to tell me my future. When I was face to face with her, she fell backwards in her chair, her patent leather colored legs sticking straight up.

  My mother came out of the house, helping her up from the dull wood porch. After Mommy cautiously sat her upright in the chair, Grandma Cora hissed, “The clouds are all around her.” She circled her hands in a halo formation. “Dark, can’t you see them?”

  Grandma Cora didn’t wave her finger in my face like she did Randall’s. She didn’t pet my head either. “You come back next summer, bring the boy, not the girl,” she murmured to Mommy. She felt ar
ound for her cane on the floor, holding her hand out to Mommy so she could help her inside. The big and bad in me didn’t let her words linger as I tugged at my cut off Lee jeans shorts and ran off to go find Randall.

  Next summer never came. We attended Grandma Cora’s funeral that same year right before school started. And at the funeral, I could’ve sworn I heard Grandma Cora’s words thick as the clouds she claimed were all around me. I covered my hands over my dark cherub face, pretending to be crying, trying to drown out Grandma Cora’s last words to me.

  Back in Brooklyn, all the boys called me Angel, but my real name is Sinclair. Sinclair Peters. When I turned fifteen, I can remember Mommy being mega strict with me. Maybe she was trying to make sure those dark clouds didn’t follow me out in those mean dark streets. I wouldn’t listen though. I wanted to hang with my friends, but she wasn’t having that.

  “Where’re you going?” She had yelled.

  “Out!” I’d yell right back, slamming the door, and leaving her to throw her Holy water, oils and scriptures after me.

  By the time I turned seventeen, Randall had gone off to college to study Pre-Law in NJ. Me? I didn’t give a fuck about school. I wanted the fast money, clothes, cars and of course guys. Shit, I was already fucking at thirteen. Good thing I had a chill friend named Jeena who would co-sign for my ass every time I came up pregnant. At least three times.

  She would act like she was my mother at the abortion clinic so my real mother wouldn’t know anything and the pay off was I’d strip for her later. I didn’t mind. Shit, that was better than raising babies. Besides, Jeena always let me stay at her house after Mommy would throw me out occasionally. I was able to smoke weed, drink and she even got her kicks from watching me suck off one of my many boyfriends’ dick.

  Everybody was outside one burning, hot, summer day in ‘94. Listening to music, shooting dice, kids jumping rope, and two chicks were fighting. I ignored all of that, walking down Franklin Avenue sporting new Air Jordans and no socks, tight cut off Daisy Dukes which revealed my dark firm ass cheeks and a bright red halter, revealing a washboard flat stomach. I had recently cut my hair in a feathered bob.

  I had a couple bucks in my pocket, enough to buy a fifty cent soda and a beef patty. I was horny as hell and my nipples stayed hard as I hauled ass to my destination. I was on my way to see this guy named Skill, who lived near Empire Boulevard, not too far from me on Union Street. I was on a high to suck Skill’s eight inch dick when I came face to face with the flyest dude I’d ever seen.

  He stepped out of his burgundy Suburban sporting a dark brown linen suit and alligator shoes to match. I sized the suit up to be Armani or Prada. He had skin the color of melted butter and his eyes were blue. I mean really blue. I knew they weren’t no contacts because he stared straight at me. Shit he stared straight through me.

  I waited for the light to change, humming a tune to a rap this new rapper named Notorious B.I.G. just dropped and who I really liked because he was very dark skinned like me. I tried to play cool when I crossed the street and kept on walking. Blue Eyes turned away from me, chatting with another dude standing by the side of the truck. That guy was short and stocky with long matted dreadlocks. He had this skank looking light skinned bitch with him. Her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore played out suede Pumas and cut off shorts which revealed her flat ass.

  “Dark Skin,” he called out to me. “Come, me want to talk to yuh.”

  By the time I spun around, Blue Eyes was so close up on me I had to blink twice to make sure he was real. Standing at around six feet two, two hundred twenty pounds to my five feet five one hundred twenty pounds, I felt like we were the perfect combination. His innocent look was met with clean shaven head and face, along with a perfect set of teeth. He half-smiled at me and looked right through me again with eyes that said, “I want to fuck you,” and I looked right back at him with my deep set brown eyes that said, “When?”

  He slipped me his number. “Call me, my name is Olu. I’ll take you out tonight.”

  I watched as he strode over to his truck and drove off with Flat Ass and Fat Boy. I took that number and made an about face right back to Jeena’s to tell her my good news. She was a slim vanilla wafer colored chick, with long, silky hair and dark cat shaped eyes complete with a killer smile that would make you drop your drawers or panties. Whichever way she wanted it.

  “Yeah, I heard of Olu. He wants to take you out, huh? I heard that dude’s got a Mandingo on his ass.” She burst out laughing, knowing that was my specialty.

  She was truly right as I was now getting stroked by Olu’s ten inch dick at his Midtown Manhattan apartment. It was a no-brainer when I met him in front of Jeena’s building on the corner of Eastern Parkway and Rogers Avenue, hopping in the backseat, making sure that the other ho from earlier wasn’t in the back. She wasn’t and neither was Fat Boy. I was glad, because all the way to 47th Street, I gave Olu the best hand job and he had to stifle me a couple of times so he wouldn’t hit anyone’s car as we whizzed through the city like we owned the night.

  His place was laid the fuck out. Blue walls painted like the Atlantic ocean, just like his eyes. He had exotic gold, African figures of people and animals, carefully locked away in showcases throughout the living room and dining room. His white furniture with white shag rugs was custom made he told me when I asked.

  “Made in Italy,” he said as he pushed me down on his round bed.

  My red mini Christian Dior silk dress rose up a little revealing the black lace thong I had on. I commenced to take off the black Gucci stilettos that I borrowed from Jeena. He stopped me though, “Leave them on. Take the dress off.”

  I stood up and seductively took the dress off as he grabbed my breasts flicking them with his hot tongue, making me moan just from that light touch. I gyrated my hips against his clothes and felt his rock, hard dick begin to curve like a banana. I couldn’t wait to release my cream to complete the banana split desert.

  He unloosened his black linen pants, unbuttoning his matching shirt, leaving the pants hanging around his ankles. I scooted my ass towards the edge of the circle on the bed and he pushed two fingers in my hot box. I moaned loudly.

  “Olu! Shit, I wanna taste you!” I screamed out, shocking even myself.

  He ignored me though, teasing me with his fingers as I played with my nipples. They were harder than they were earlier when I was speed balling to Skill’s house earlier. I couldn’t hold out anymore as I arched my back and came all over his fingers and hands. He took his fingers out and seductively licked my juices, all the while staring at me with those sexy blue eyes.

  He turned me over, sliding my thong to the side and entered me from behind. I didn’t even give a fuck that he wasn’t wearing a condom. I wanted to feel all of him. He pumped long and hard in my tight pussy, teasing me with the head. I wanted to suck him off so bad, but he also felt so good, I couldn’t stop. I felt sweat dripping from his face as he pumped harder, then slow, then harder again. He didn’t grunt and didn’t moan. He was quiet. Then he asked, “Do you like it?”

  “Hell yeah… Give it to me Olu!”

  “Do you love it?” he asked, holding a steady pace.

  I knew he was teasing me, but part of me never felt like this before. Shit, was this love for real?

  “Yes, I love it!” I yelled out.

  I held onto the blue velvet spread, trying to keep my knees from bucking under me. The heels I wore helped me stand my ground as the spikes sunk in his white carpet. He pumped faster and faster, stroking long and hard. I was wide open. Spreading my ass cheeks, I finally gave in bursting a huge one all over his long ass pipe. He spanked me, softly across my ass cheeks and said, “I’m not finished.”

  He continued on in every position. Each time I came first. He went on and on for about two hours until finally, he released. Long and hard, sweet and sexy, in me—Fuck! he came in me.

  He directed me to his oasis style bathroom and helped me shower. I was in heaven at h
is touch, the way he looked at me.

  “By the way, what’s your name Shorty?” he asked.

  Damn, I was so horny for this dude that I didn’t even remember to tell him my name.

  “It’s Sinclair, but my street name is Angel,” I said, drying off with his navy blue Ralph Lauren terry cloth towel.

  He looked over at me and said, “Okay, but I like Sinclair better. I’ll be back to bring you something to eat.”

  “Yeah do that, because I’m real hungry,” I laughed and fell across his bed.

  He left me alone in his room and I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming about our night together. I was so into him—he so into me.

  I woke up and someone was really in me. It wasn’t Olu. Dammit! It was Fat Boy. That dirty, sweaty dude who was in the passenger seat of Olu’s Suburban was doing my ass. I began screaming, but Olu held a burner to my face.

  “Now you said you wanted to eat, so this is what you’re gonna eat. My man Ink is gonna give you all the food you wanna eat,” Olu seethed.

  It was like he hated me and I had just met this motherfucker. So I had no choice but to allow Ink to fuck me, inside and out. He slurped on my pussy and made me suck his dick. Tears of anger stung my eyes, but they weren’t really towards Ink. They were for Olu because this crazy motherfucker was on the other side of the bed watching us the entire time, stroking that Mandingo dick of his.

  The next morning, I woke up in Olu’s bed. My vision was strained and I didn’t have any clothes on. My neck was sore, probably from Ink grabbing my head back towards him as he tongued me down and hit me with his short dick doggy-style. I was starting to remember and immediately woke all the way up.

  No one was in the bedroom. I heard voices coming from the living room. A couple of female’s voices. The same flat ass ho from yesterday. She was on the phone and looked me up and down then hung up the phone. She said, “Well, you gonna work with us or not?”