Trapnights: (The Untold Truth)

By AP Jermaine

Sex, drugs, money, betrayal. Finally! The one you've been waiting on! TRAPNIGHTS (The Untold Truth) You've never was anything quite like this!

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Sep 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543946628

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Aftermath"

Chapter 1 Banks

You’ll be back. It’s only a matter of when, the redneck, tobacco chewing sergeant smirked as he reluctantly unlocked the gates to my freedom. For as long as I’d known him, he’d always taken pleasure in blatantly flaunting his racist views against people of color.

Your mama will have a bed up in here before you see me again bitch. I shot back defiantly as I slid through the gate and headed for the car that awaited me in the parking lot. Opening the passenger side door, I tossed my bags into the back seat before sliding into the car beside my wifey. Before we go any further, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Theodore Banks, more widely known as Banks. Although most of my lady friends call me Teddy. Today is my first day out, after being incarcerated for the last four years in the North Carolina Department of Corrections for Second Degree Murder. My original sentence of sixteen to twenty years was only recently reduced to four, thanks to some hard - earned drug money, a greedy ass District Attorney, and one helleva fuckin lawyer. Being that North Carolina has no self-defense laws, the only possible help I could receive after the filing of a Motion for Appropriate release by my attorney, was to reduce the charge to Voluntary Manslaughter, and have me re-sentenced in the mitigated range. And now I’m free! Me and my wifey about to go do some serious fucking! Look at that thick, chocolate motherfucker right there. She loves a nigga too.

Damn baby can a girl get some love? My wifey cooed,

leaning in to embrace me as if reading my thoughts.

Shit girl, you know you got a whole lot more than some love coming, I smiled as I squeezed one of her milk chocolate brown titties through her Baby Phat t-shirt and slid my tongue in her mouth.

Oooh baby! You gone make me cum before we leave the parking lot! She panted with unmistakable hunger in her eyes. Turning in my seat, I noticed the dick head sergeant still standing out front. Watching me. Deciding to give him something to remember me by, I rolled the tinted window down just enough to get my arm out, and shot up my middle finger just as we pulled away. Time was wasting.

Chapter 2 Home

The Tobacco Roadhouse, more commonly known as The Tobacco, was the new hot night spot in Durham, N.C. The city more infamously known as The Bull City. The club had been packing the house since its opening seven months prior, and the fact that in that time no one had been stabbed, shot, or murdered; the spot had already beaten the odds. Normally clubs in the Bull City would stay open no more than three or four months, tops, before somebody ended up with their shit pushed back and the spot would have to shut down. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to The Bull City. The Bull City of Durham is the unchallenged, unmatched, cocaine, heroin, and murder capital of North Carolina. Think The Wire times fifty! I made my way through the large crowd of party goers on my way to the bar, I spotted a few cats that I knew were holding what some would call old paper. A few cats that I knew were up and coming in the game before I got locked four years ago, looked as if they’d finally succeeded in getting their paper up. For a cat like me it was pretty easy to recognize who’d actually elevated their status, by the number of loose booty chics they had in their midst, giggling and laughing at any stale ass joke the nigga might be telling, while all the while keeping their main focus on trying to juice the nigga outta money or free drinks. Don’t rule out simply trying to straight up sell some pussy. The Untold Truth. Money always draws pussy. Like bees to honey, the two just go together. The selection of chics in the club that night was actually pretty decent. Of course, I peeped your overweight baby mama types hanging around here and there. These are the ones that act as if they don’t realize that the outfit they’re wearing is two sizes too small, with shit hanging out everywhere but the right places. These chics are usually good for a cheap after the club fuck and some smoking head, but you always park around the corner from her crib, and make sure to slide out before daybreak so nobody knows you were there. Trust me, she won’t trip. As long as she gets fucked and doesn’t have to fall asleep drunk with a wet pussy, she’s more than satisfied. The Untold Truth. Of course, on these occasions, you also know not to show up your pistol with you. Just in case baby daddy shows up while his baby mamas got your balls stuffed in her mouth. As I continued my survey of the club, I also saw a lot of your wanna be cute but aint got no money chics. The best thing they got going for them is a cute face and a phat ass, which they use in any way that they can. Unlike the baby mama broads though, the wanna be cute bitches had on form fitting outfits made by Prada, Gucci, Fendi, or anything else that was supposed to make them look high priced. Their clothes fit them perfectly although they might be bootleg, and the probability that they’d had to suck dick, get fucked, or anything else to buy a hot outfit for club night on Saturday, was extremely high. Real talk. If the shoe doesn’t fit you, then don’t put the motherfucker on. But for those of you that it does, you know who you are. And I damn sure ain’t mad at cha. Get yo money girl. Next up, I see some of your, right on point chics; scattered around here and there. These are the ones most cats refer to, as dimes. Their beautiful faces, plump breasts, freshly done hair, apple bottom asses and perfectly manicured fingers and toes, make them an exception to the rule. And, they make niggas wanna spend money. But don’t forget to keep in mind at the same time, that if a chic is that damn sexy, is over the age of twenty - five and still doesn’t have no man, chances are she’s either a drama queen, or she’s psycho as a motherfucker! But who gives a fuck? She’s a dime! Before my four - year incarceration, I probably would have stepped up in the club, had four or five double shots of Hennessy and been out the door with one of these dimes. Prison had opened my eyes to some shit though. I’d made up my mind to leave the bullshit alone. I know this shit aint gonna be easy. I’m street bred and street fed so I know the streets is gonna be calling my name at every corner. But I refuse to be a slave for the system again. I was supposed to be gone for at least sixteen years, and my wifey had vowed that she was gonna ride or die with a nigga. Whether she would have, I guess I’ll never know. And I’m glad! She definitely rode hard for the four years though, without knowing that I’d be giving a lot of that sixteen back. And now, unexpectedly to everyone, including her, I’m back home.

Chapter 3 Tamia

Being out of prison was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. No more count times and mail calls, no more perverts and baby rapers, gone are the fake thugs and on accident killers. All that bullshit wears down on a nigga. It makes you ask yourself, was it really worth it? Hell, motherfucking no! No amount of money could replace the years taken out of my life. Living in a cage aint no kinda life for nobody. My plan is to take the paper I got left, and go legit. Once you get legit paper on your side, them motherfuckers in blue can go kiss somebody’s ass. It’s the only way to remove yourself from the huge conspiracy to enslave and oppress, because that’s all prison really is; organized slavery. If anybody tells you any different, then they’re either blind, or just stupid. Tell em to read the fine print and stop looking at the pictures. I hadn’t really decided on exactly what I was going to invest in, although I was leaning heavily towards a grown and sexy night spot. Promotion and location would be the key. Seven days a week, free all night for the ladies on the week-end. Everybody knows the real moneys made off the bar anyway. Legit trapping. My main concern would be to keep the young niggas out. Young, dumb, niggas will get your shit shut down every time. But with a grown and sexy spot, where men would have to be at least twenty- seven to make it through the door, I’d be avoiding a lot of the young boy bullshit, and significantly increasing my chance at success. Ladies of course would be admitted at eighteen, with arm bands for the under twenty-one. Wherever the chics is at, that’s where the niggas will be. Making it free for the ladies on the week-ends, they’d definitely be up in the spot. That’s extra money for them to save and spend on weave, outfits, pedicures or whatever. They already know that once they’re in the house and looking good, horny ass niggas will keep em showered with drinks. All this ran through my mind as I walked up to the bar and ordered a double shot of Henny. No Ice! I had to yell over the NAS joint Ether that blasted through the speakers. Nobody had noticed me and that was a plus. My Duke Blue Devil fitted hat pulled low, with my flight jackets collar flipped up, kept me incognito. That is, until a female voice screaming over the music brought my attention to alert. Banks!… Banks!… Banks is that you! Through my peripheral vision, I could see that the person calling out to me was none other than Tamia. She was standing right beside me in open toe stilettos, with form fitting Seven Jeans showing off her Straight Stuntin phat ass. I kept my back to the dance floor with my face staring down into my drink on the bar, hoping she’d go away. Now don’t get me wrong. Tamia was a delicious fuck, but she was also what I would sum up in one word as, CRAZY!!! Tamia and I had a fucked a few times, a year or so before I got locked up. But after about the fourth or fifth time we got together, I started to lose interest. No, it wasn’t anything personally that she’d done, because like I said she actually had some good pussy. It was just that I had so much on my plate at the time. The crazy shit started with her blowing up my phone damn near every night asking me to come and scoop her. And almost every night I’d have to tell her not tonight I’m out getting money. Although she was no more to me than an every now and then smash out, she started telling chics that she was my girl, calling me crying and shit asking me why was I treating her so badly. Immediately I thought to myself, Oh shit! This broad is nuts! I’d block her number and she’d simply call me from different numbers. It got so bad that if I didn’t recognize a number, I wouldn’t answer my phone. This was costing me mega-dollars because most of my coke sells called me from different numbers and locations. I was missing money hand over fist trying to duck Tamia’s psycho ass! The straw that broke the camels back, was when one Sunday afternoon she popped up over my mom dukes crib and told her that she was waiting on me upon my request. Mom dukes not knowing any better; and knowing how many different broads I fucked with on the regular, took it on face value that she was telling the truth and thought nothing else of it. As soon as moms walked outta the room, Tamia snatched up the phone and dialed my number. At the time, I was butt naked on a thick bitch’s bed with my balls in her mouth. At first, I tried to ignore the ringtone of my phone. But it would stop for a minute, then start right back up again, leading me to believe that it just might be important. I glanced over at my phone laying on the nightstand and saw that it was my mom dukes hitting me. Hold up baby I gotta get this, I told the ball sucking broad and still had to damn near yank my nuts outta her mouth! She smacked her lips and flopped down on the bed.

Turn that thing off, she pouted.

You better shut the fuck up! This my mama!

Oh I’m sorry Banks. She knew when I was serious and chose on these occasions to just shut the fuck up.

Yeah ma what’s up? I answered my phone.

Baby when you coming to see me? Immediately I recognized Tamia’s voice coming across the phone line and my blood started to boil! How in the hell did this psycho chic get inside my mom’s crib! I miss you Banks, Tamia went on before I had a chance to speak.

Stay right there, I’ll be there in a minute, was all I said before I hung up and began to throw on my clothes.

Where you going boo? Ms. headhunter whimpered.

I gotta go take care of some business. Hit me up later, I answered rushing out the door of her apartment. As soon as I reached my mom’s house, I got Tamia, put her in my car, and told her how it was. Look Tamia, I like you and all that, but you are not my girl and you never will be! I can’t fuck wit you no more! I want you to stop calling me and leave me the fuck alone! You crazy! Immediately tears sprang from her eyes as she pleaded for forgiveness.

I’m sorry daddy! I’ll do better I promise! Don’t leave me please! Please don’t leave me Teddy! She cried out hysterically while reaching for my arm.

I don’t want you! I screamed yanking my arm away from her. You are not my girlfriend and I do not need one! Now get the fuck outta my car and don’t call me no more!"

"Teddy please!’

Get ooutttt!!! My anger threatened to erupt as I reached across her and flung open the passenger side door! A light rain had started, but without another word, Tamia climbed from the car and stood on the curb weeping. For just a brief second I felt sorry for her, as the raindrops got larger and I watched her getting soaked outside my window. But I’d trained myself to be cold. Growing up in the Bull City you learn quickly that you have to be, if you want to survive. If not, you’d soon find yourself being ran down and eaten like the slow zebra in the pack. Lions, tigers, wolves, take your pick; but the streets of Durham are full of em all. That’s before I even start talking about the rats and the snakes! So just as quick as I’d allowed myself to feel pity for her, my heart ran cold once more, I turned my head and pulled the fuck off.. Three weeks later she started calling my phone again. On the third call, I answered prepared to blast her ass out! Tamia I…!

I’m sorry daddy. Her whispered words cut me off and at the same time caught me off guard.

Look Tamia. If you want us to have a chance at being together then this is what I need for you to do. Give me some time. Some space. Don’t call me, I’ll call you. I was fully prepared for her to go into another hysterical fit, but to my surprise she simply said,

Yes daddy. I’m sorry, and hung up the phone.

That was the last time I’d seen Tamia until now. She’d written me twice while I was locked, asking for permission to come visit me but I never responded. Now, right beside me tonight, she was standing here looking good as a motherfucker! I never accused her of being ugly. In fact, Tamia was a tasty shade of pecan tan without a scratch or blemish on her body. Her hair was long, black, and all natural, while her eyes were the color of brown sugar. She’d already been the benefactor of a beautiful body, but now with the passing of time, her hips were much rounder and her breasts looked ripe with milk. And I could see all this from the corner of my eye! I was still facing the bar trying desperately not to make eye contact. I will admit that my body was deceiving me though, because my dick was as hard as a brick! Obviously, it hadn’t forgotten Tamia even if I was trying to. Of course, me and wifey had been fuckin and sucking each other’s brains out since I’d gotten home two days ago, but four years is a long time for a nigga that’s used to fucking on the daily. Shit sometimes two and three chics a day! So you know my sex starved hormones were outta fuckin control! I couldn’t get enough pussy! Or head! Turning to face Tamia, I was unexpectedly hit with a feeling of pity. I knew I’d hurt her feelings. I just didn’t know if I gave a fuck. Taking off the Ray Bans that I wore to add to my cover, I straightened up and looked Tamia directly in the eye. Upon her recognition that it was me that she was truly looking at, her eyes lit up like the high beams on a Cadillac, before she jumped and threw her arms around my neck, hugging and squeezing me damn near to death! Then, just as quickly as she’d latched onto me, she let go abruptly as if embarrassed.

I need to talk to you. Can we go somewhere and talk? Tamia stared up at me hopefully after her plea.

Tamia right now I aint really tryin…

I just wanna talk Banks, that’s it, she cut me off with a stern look.

Can’t it wait till some other time?

Until when Banks? Till you call me? I been waiting almost five years for that, she said stubbornly with her hands right back on her wide hips. When she put it that way, all I could do was laugh at her sarcasm. At least she hadn’t lost her spirit. She’d definitely grown up some, and I thought, What the hell? I’d snatch up a bottle of Hennessy and take it in early. There’s always tomorrow.

Chapter 4 Say What?

Stepping into the parking lot, I was expecting Tamia to come and jump into the Ford Expedition that I’d rented for the week-end and ride with me. But to my surprise, she veered off from me, walked straight to a Midnight blue Mercedes S500 Benz, hopped in and started the ignition. Something was telling me that Tamia had grown up in more ways than one. Whipping the Expedition around, I headed outta the parking lot with Tamia following closely behind. As soon as our tires hit the street though, she whipped the Benz over to the right, pulled around me and took the lead. Being the nigga that I am, my dick started to throb as I thought about how thick and juicy Tamia had gotten. I’d made her wait long enough and I was ready to punch that pussy drunk! No matter how psycho she might be, all my real niggas know, that it’s always the crazy one with the best pussy. I’m talking about the ones that we know are crazy as hell, and that we don’t got no business coming within a million miles of, but our dicks won’t listen and keep taking us right back to that good pussy. Fuck it. We’re only human.

We drove for about fifteen minutes before pulling into a residential neighborhood off Chapel Hill Boulevard that I wasn’t quite familiar with. A minute or two later, Tamia turned into the driveway of a two - story brick home with a wall manicured lawn. Pulling in behind her, I leaned out of my window just as she stepped outta the Mercedes. Who crib is this? I asked with my head out the window. I didn’t wanna be chilling up in no niggas crib and end up having to kill some lame over some pussy he thought he owned.

This is my house Banks. She yelled over her shoulder as she stepped up onto the porch and unlocked the front door. Even though she’d told me that this was her house, I was still a little skeptical about this shit, so before I stepped out, I reached under my seat and grabbed my girlfriend, a snub nosed thirty - eight revolver. Stepping inside the crib, I have to admit I was impressed at how laid the joint was. The living room area was color coordinated in a nice burgundy and black theme. The love seat, sofa, and ottoman were black butter soft leather, with a black marble counter piece laid out on the two - inch thick, burgundy carpet. Burgundy and black laced French style drapes hung from the window. Mounted up on the wall was a huge plasma television, in between a picture of a much younger Tamia and her mother, and another seemingly older picture of a light complexioned young man whose identity eluded me. Why you looking like that? Tamia asked as she came back from where I’m assuming was the kitchen.

Shit you say this your spot, I’m just trying to figure out how you paid for it, I answered truthfully. It was becoming blatantly obvious that somebody had some paper somewhere. I just wanted to know who?

Come here Teddy and sit down so we can talk. I promise I won’t bite you, Tamia smiled as she patted the spot next to her on the loveseat. I really wanted to hear this, so I obliged her, walked over and took a seat. Tamia turning in her seat to face me, grabbed my hand and began to speak. First of all Banks, when you and me were messing around I was a senior in high school, a few months from graduation. My grades were always good and by god’s good graces, I was awarded a full academic scholarship to Howard University where I majored in Business Administration. I graduated last year and a few months after graduation, I applied for and was granted, a loan to start my own business. I started off with a small bar and grill on Roxboro Road called Renee’s, my middle name. I worked hard, made some smart moves, and turned my small business into a huge success. Now I own two soul food restaurants in Raleigh, the bar and grill, and stock in steel, copper, and tobacco companies. It’s not a lot of stock, but enough to see significant profits most months. To say that I was at a loss for words would be an understatement. The Tamia that I had pegged as being completely fuckin crazy, was now seeming to be not so crazy after all. As if reading my thoughts, she continued. I know back then you thought I was crazy as hell, and maybe I was for chasing you around like I did, knowing deep down in my heart that you didn’t want me. But I also know Banks, that all I really was, was a young girl crazy in love with you. You took my virginity. I didn’t tell you I was a virgin that first time because I stupidly thought you might not want me then. I had a crush on you for two years. You didn’t know me but I always knew you. I wanted you to be my first. You were my whole world. I ate, drank, and slept Teddy Banks. So now if you still wanna call me crazy, then go ahead.

So what you trying to say, you been sitting on that pussy for five years now, waiting on me?

No, I didn’t say that. Since then I’ve had a couple guy friends, experimented with a few girls, but no man nor woman could ever seem to take my mind off you. More often than not I use my toys. Besides myself, you’re the only person that’s ever given me an orgasm. Maybe I’m still just a silly girl in love at heart, I don’t know. But before you say anything, I need to tell you something else. You know how you used to give me a few dollars sometimes? I think you did it because you felt like it would get me outta your face. If I’d had my way though, you could have kept your money and given me your time. But guess what? I never spent a dime of that money. That’s right $4,675.00 dollars. I saved it. And when I started the bar and grill, I invested it into the business for you as a silent partner. I did the same with my other businesses. I put your percentage into a bank account annually. You have a savings account in your name at Mechanics and Farmers Bank.

Oh really now? So just how much money is in the saving’s account? I was ready to catch her crazy ass right here in the same old bullshit, and nip this shit in the bud.

The last time I checked, it was about $52,000 give or take a few cents, Tamia responded calmly.

Oh yeah? So, when can I get it?

It’s your money Banks. You can get it anytime you want it. Tomorrow when the bank opens, she said matter of factly. If you want, you can take some and leave some, and I’ll keep investing it. Since a child, I’ve always been able to tell when someone was lying to me. Call it a gift, call it a curse, but I’ll be damned if Tamia wasn’t telling the truth. Damn this shit is crazy. Reading the look on my face, Tamia slid a bit closer. Banks there’s something else. First let me say that I know you got a girl and I’m not trying to interfere with that, so don’t worry. If she makes you happy, that’s all I care about. But she’d better not slip. Believe that. The thing I really wanted to talk to you about though is Shell.

Shell? What about him?

Banks he’s changed. He’s not the same person you used to know. He calls himself getting money now, with a crew of grimy ass flunkies up under him. A few months ago, I was at Southpoint Mall going into Foot Locker, when I bumped into him and a couple of his junior clowns. Do you know this nigga had the nerve to try and push up on me? He was so disrespectful it was crazy! Talking about Damn Tee you done got thick as a motherfucker! When you gone let me drag that pussy? I asked him was he out of his damn mind, and then the fool tried to grab my tits!

You serious?

Hell yeah, I’m serious! I smacked his hand down and you know this punk actually drew back like he was gonna hit me? A security guard just happened to be walking by and I guess that brought the nigga back to his fuckin senses, because he dropped his hand and started laughing But, just as quick as you can say asshole, he was right back talking stupid, about how I needed to come on and claim some of his dick before the rest of the bitches claimed it all. Of course, I shut his simple ass down, while in the same breath asking him had he talked to you. Do you know this nigga went ballistic on me! Fuck Banks I told you I’m that nigga out here in these streets now! When you decide yo dizzy ass wanna fuck with a real man, come holla at a pimp!" I’m telling you the nigga went straight berzerko! I just know that nigga had to be high on something! That shit fucked me up Teddy. So, you know what? With money comes power. I knew you were about to get a time cut probably before you did, and I couldn’t just sit back and let this clown snake you.

So, what you saying?

So I’m saying, I paid somebody to follow him for the past few months and keep me updated on what he was into.

You did what?!

Banks, I know it sounds like some shit straight from T.V., but I had to. I don’t be in the streets like that, and I aint got no baby mama friends to gossip with.

So what happened?

What happened is Shell’s on some real live bullshit! If my people were those boys," then Shell would be up outta here for life! He got some young boys selling coke for him in East Durham. They all stick up kids. He’s got a dope house in North Durham, and Flame hustle for him in McDougald Terrace. He gotta be hitting Flame with something big, because half the dudes who sell dope in McDougald, North Durham, and the West-End be copping their dope from Flame. All Shell does is sniff dope and trick all day. Crackheads, sack chasers, dope fiends, young broke college girls; it doesn’t make no difference to him. He got a house right across the street from North Carolina Central, and he keep em running in and outta there. His claim to fame, is telling everybody that he did a bid for you and that if it wasn’t for him you would have been dead by now.

Oh really? I failed miserably at not showing my anger.

I’m sorry Teddy but it’s the truth.

Is that it?

Yes Teddy. But please promise me you won’t do anything to go back to prison. If that happened, I know I’d never forgive myself.

As furious as I was, I almost didn’t notice the tears streaming down Tamia’s face. Without giving me a chance to gather my thoughts or emotions, Tamia grabbed onto my face, leaned in and kissed me deeply. Her mouth opened, and automatically my tongue slid in it. Slowly our passionate kiss ended, as she sighed and layed her head on my chest. I could tell she was crying. Her next look into my eyes seemed to be searching for my soul. Teddy, if you don’t ever do anything else for me, please just stay with me tonight. Tonight, she wouldn’t get brushed off. I needed to work off some stress and Tamia had stress reliever written all over her face. Tomorrow I wanted some fuckin answers. Deep down I hoped that Tamia was lying. Using her words as a ploy to get me to stay, attempting to prove herself worthy, by revealing the deceit of another. Fuck it. The Untold Truth must finally be told. So, buckle your seat belts and let’s go back. It’s gonna be a helleva ride.

Chapter 5 Shell

My right - hand man Shell is what most would call a real nigga. He’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a brother. We came up together all the way from elementary school and were basically tight as ant pussy. When I was seventeen, I had a girlfriend named Tika. Tika was the kinda girl that if you didn’t know how to fuck before you got there, you would before you left. The first time we fucked I was astonished at how experienced she was. Ooooh shit you got a big dick! She’d squealed that first night, before falling to her knees and slamming my thick, dark wood into her dick hungry wet mouth! She sucked my dick like it was water and she’d been stranded in the desert for months! I was in shock! I mean, of course I’d gotten head from lots of girls before, but those chic’s must have been amateurs, cause this girl was a pro! I stood on my tip toes as Tika slid her warm tongue under my balls; twisting, turning and moaning as she licked and sucked on a mission! One at a time, both together,

Shit! I couldn’t control my thoughts as her head game got the best of me! With lightening quick speed and precision, Tika licked back up the length of my pole, pushed over half of my nine inches down her throat, and sucked with all the strength of a brand - new Kirby vacuum cleaner! She never took her eyes off mine as she worked, and needless to say, I came and almost passed the fuck out! She sucked me dry, and happily drank down every drop! This was the first time of many, I think now with a smile. I knew right then that she was the girl for me. Around this time, I was still in high school. Hillside High to be exact. Hillside was known as the hippest, coolest, best dressed school in the city. Of course, me and Shell stayed in some shit. That was my road dog. I can remember one time in particular that we were chilling out back during lunchtime, in a small area behind the kitchen where everybody slipped off to smoke, drink, or whatever. Shell was leaning on the wall about five feet away from me talking to a cute red boned chic named Deena. Everybody knew Deena was an easy fuck, and frankly I’d never been interested. She did have some of the plumpest young titties you’d ever wanna lay eyes on, but her ass was flat as a board. And for me that was a turn off. Oh shit, here she comes.

Hey Teddy. Deena spoke to me with mischief in her eyes.

What’s up Deena? I asked, suddenly distracted by the melons sitting up staring me in the face.

Shell said you got some weed. You gonna smoke wit me? She asked girlishly.

Now normally I would have cursed Shell the fuck out, then told Deena to play like Michael Jackson and beat it. But forget about the flat ass, right now I wanted to titty fuck her!

Yeah I got a blunt. Where you wanna smoke at?

We can go right over there on the side of the building. Deena grabbed me by the hand and eagerly led the way. Looking back over my shoulder I saw that Shell had already dipped off.

Oh, he told me to tell you he’d be right back, Deena smiled.

Shit, I ain’t worried about him. This shit just enough for you and me anyway, I told her as she eased seductively up beside me, smiling from ear to ear. Leaning up against the wall, I lit the Dutch Master and pulled deeply, letting the sweet taste of the fire tree massage my awaiting lungs. Without any attempt at a warning, Deena slid her hand down the front of my Ralph Lauren Sweats and began caressing my balls. Here, you wanna hit the blunt don’t you? I tried to hand it to her.

Ah, ah. I don’t smoke, she purred as she squatted in front of me, pulled down the front of my sweats and took my dick into her mouth. I knew Shell had already fucked with Deena which is why I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t back here with me ready to get some of this cock sucking freak. Just as I was about to blow Deena’s head off with the monstrous nut she’d pulled from deep within me, she stopped. Jumping back to her feet, she lifted her dark blue denim skirt over her skinny hips, pulled down her white panties and bent over against the wall. Fuck this pussy Teddy. Hurry up, put it in, Deena panted breathlessly while I damn near threw up! Her pussy had instantly filled the air with the smell of day old fish!

Girl what the hell is wrong with you! I screamed angrily as I tucked my now limp dick back into my boxers and pulled up my sweatpants.

What you talking about Teddy? Aint nothing wrong, I wanna fuck. Go ahead. Let’s do it before somebody come around here.

Deena spoke innocently, looking back at me with her panties still wrapped around her ankles.

Deena are you crazy? Your pussy smells like a fuckin dead man!" I barked on her while covering my nose with one hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shell standing back at the edge of the building, laughing his ass off.

What you mean Banks? I don’t smell nothing.

Yeah, I bet you don’t. Go get checked out Deena. That shit aint normal, I told her as I walked back towards Shell who was now doubled over in laughter. All I could do was laugh with em.

Nigga that’s fucked up. You knew that bitch was rotten.

I did bru. But I had to let you experience it first hand or you never woulda believed that shit. His hearty laughter continued.

Fuck that dumb shit man. I’m about to get up outta here and go see Tika. That stink broad got me all worked up, now I gotta go spray. Tika had dropped outta school a year ago, and I knew her mom was at work.

A’ight bru lets roll out. Shit while you up there with Tika, I can watch that big ass flat screen Fletch bought Ms. Samantha.

Hold up nigga, who said you was going with me? I asked Shell.

Come on bru, I’m trying to get up outta here too. You know I need somewhere to hide out from mom dukes.

Who you talking about? Lucy? I joked

Man don’t start that bullshit. Shell pouted.

A’ight bru lets dig out. I laughed, and without further ado, we grabbed our shit and took off for Fayettville Street projects.

Chapter 6 Tika

Tika’s mom, whom we called Ms. Samantha, had a boyfriend named Fletch. Fuck! I yelled when I saw his candy apple red BMW parked outside of their apartment. Ms. Samantha must not have gone to work today. Shit! No pussy for me. Even though Ms. Samantha liked me a lot, and said that I was a cutie, I knew that fucking her daughter while she was at home was not going to be happening.

Shit! Tika’s mama at home man, I grumbled to Shell frustrated as we stepped up to the back door of the apartment.

Why you say that bru? I don’t see her car out here, Shell said as a matter of fact.

Up until then I hadn’t really noticed that I didn’t see Ms. Samantha’s cream colored Maxima parked in its usual spot, but I’ll be damned if Shell didn’t have a point. Just as I raised my arm to knock on the door, a loud POW! that sounded like a cherry bomb firecracker going off, blasted out of the apartments’ kitchen window! Startled I jumped back, almost knocking Shell on his ass in the process! And that’s when I heard her.

Please, I don’t wanna do this no more. My mama loves you. Tika’s tearful voice drifted out of the window.

Shut the fuck up bitch and suck this dick like I told you! The next time it ain’t gonna be no smack! I’m gone put my foot up yo funky ass! I told you your mama ain’t nothing but a whore, just like you! Now suck it! Fletch didn’t have a big booming voice, but his throaty New York accent was unmistakable! Heart pounding, I raced back to the door like a caged animal, prepared to break it down to rescue my girl, just before Shell grabbed me by the arm and yanked me back! Feeling like he must have lost his fuckin mind by stopping me, I turned, fist clenched poised to go bananas on his ass, when he held his finger to his lip as a gesture for me to remain silent, and motioned me over to the open window. Using every drop of restraint that I had in my body, I quietly tipped over to the window with Shell and almost vomited at the sight before me! Immediately I was shocked and repulsed, as we peeped through the small crack at Fletch. He was standing over Tika, pants around his ankles, with one hand behind her head, the other gripping a black Glock .40, as she sucked with tears streaming down her face. Furiously, I watched as Tika’s tears continued to fall. Now I knew who’d been coaching her with the act of fellatio!

Could you please put that down? Tika begged, motioning to the gun.

Hell no bitch. I never put my gun down! Now hurry up and suck this dick, I got other shit to do! Fletch barked, glancing nonchalantly at the time on his wrist watch. Once again, Tika continued to suck and cry, until suddenly Fletches legs tightened, as he threw his head back and let out a loud animalistic growl! Aaaaaahhhhh! Fletch yelled out as Tika pulled back and spit on the floor. Bitch, who told you to spit my shit out! POW! A back - hand smack sent Tika sliding across the kitchen floor! Fletch was six feet four and around two hundred and sixty pounds. Not a small nigga by far. Stupid lil bitch! I ought to make you lick that shit up! But better yet, I know what! Fletch screamed like a maniac! Yanking Tika up off the floor by her hair, he pressed her face painfully into the wall, ripped off her panties, and forced himself dryly into her from behind!

Owwww! Please nooooo! Tika’s screams fell on deaf ears, as what in reality was probably no more than forty - five seconds, seemed like years that I stood and watched this man, pounding himself in and out of my girl, over and over degrading her with viciously yelled obscenities, while continuing to mash her face into the wall! A few more stiff pumps, followed by another loud howl, and Fletch was pulling out of her ejaculating on the floor. Whew! Damn bitch! He yelled out, shaking his dick off as the last few drops of his semen hit the floor. Now clean that shit up before your mama gets home. I’m taking y’all out to eat tonight. Tika lay balled up on the floor, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, as Fletch buckled his pants, smoothed down his hair and walked out the back door.

Ducking back behind the building pulling Shell with me, we watched as Fletch rounded the corner, bent down and wiped something off the tip of his Gucci loafer, before climbing in his whip and driving away. Leaning up against the building I suddenly felt my own cheeks wet with tears. And in that moment, I wished I’d never left school that day. But just as quickly as I’d shed a tear of sorrow for my girl, these same tears turned into tears of rage! Walking back up to the back door, I knocked and watched through the small crack in the shades, as Tika jumped frightened at the simple sound.

Tika, it’s me Banks, I tried to sound casual and not show the emotions I was feeling through my voice. Right now, I had to be there for her. She was not at fault. She’d been violated in the worst way. Only god knew how long that sick motherfucker had been having his way with her.

Teddy? Oh…. I’m coming! Hold up a second! Quickly Tika jumped to her feet and ran over to make sure the shades were drawn. Although the shade did go down just slightly, making it impossible for me to see into the apartment from where I was standing now, I was sure she didn’t realize that I could actually see into the apartment before. My heart seemed caught in my throat as I stood at the door and listened to shuffling inside the apartment. And when she finally snatched the door open, Tika could have won an Oscar for her performance. She greeted me with a smile and the face of an angel, without so much as a hint of what had just happened showing on her bright features. Yeah. Fletch had definitely been raping her for a minute. And the shit sickened me.

Chapter 7 Fletch

"Yo Banks, I’m about to shoot up to the store right quick bru. I heard Shell yell over my shoulder, as I stood in the doorway staring at Tika, hypnotized with my own thoughts. It was only the sound of Tika’s voice that brought me out of my daylight nightmare.

Teddy? Teddy? she shouted to me.

Huh? Oh, damn my fault, I snapped outta my trance and walked past Tika into the apartment as her eyes burned holes into my back. Immediately my attention was drawn to the mop and the wet spot on the floor beside it, as my eyes stared down at the area where I knew Fletches sperm lay just seconds ago.

Teddy what’s wrong? You want mama to take care of you? Tika smiled as she walked over and threw her arms around my neck.

I saw what that nigga did to you, I spoke in an aggravated whisper. Slowly Tika’s arm slide from around my neck.

Wha…. what you say Teddy? Tika asked, unsure of what she’d just heard.

I said, I saw what that perverted, child molesting, bitch ass nigga just did to you. Suddenly Tika began to tremble uncontrollably, as she shrieked, then crumbled to the floor in a pitiful heap at my feet.

Oh my god! I’m sorry Teddy! Please! Please don’t leave me! Oh god, I’m sorry! Tika screamed hysterically, diving to wrap her arms tightly around my legs as if I might bolt out the door at any second. The deep-seated hatred that I felt for Fletch right then, couldn’t possibly be described in words. Somehow this sick fuck, had managed to instill into Tika’s mind, that everything happening between them was her fault. Gently I loosened her arms, and lifted her to her feet. Tika, I spoke her name but her trembling and pleas for forgiveness refused to let up. Tika! I yelled this time, snapping her slightly out of her hysteria. Stop crying and listen to me. You haven’t done anything wrong, and I’m not going nowhere. I’m not going anywhere no more.

Oh god, thank you Teddy! Thank you! Tika threw her arms back around my neck and buried her face in my chest as the tears poured from her eyes like a waterfall.

Calm down and sit down over here, I gently took her by the