The Reason Why (20 page)

There were many of those and they came in all shapes, colors, and sizes. The fattest, stinkiest, most grimy-looking muthafuckas turned out to be narcotics detectives. Chino had seen one fool with a giant scraggly beard that looked like it had lice in it, and who had slept on the street for a week, turn out to be a detective. The scariest fool he had run into was a cat that looked like he was an eighteen-year-old baller. The cat had fat gold chains, rolled in a Benz, and was always in the club hollering at bitches. That fool wound up as the officer testifying at his partner's drug trial. You had to really watch your ass in Columbus, 'cause the police had taken out all stops in their war on drugs.

“Damn, kinfolk, what are we going to do with all of this?” Chris J asked.

Chino shook his head. “I need for you to take six keys and move 'em.”

“What?” Chris asked.

Chino nodded. “Rock, I need for you to move six, and Infa, I need for you to move about six or seven. Ant, I need for you to move six, and Corey, I need for you to move four.”

“Man, kinfolk, give me ten of them hoes, and I get them off!” Young Mike told him confidently.

“Ten?” Rock asked.

“Nigga, you can't move no ten birds in a week!” Infa told him.

“Watch me, fool!”

“Man, don't you give that youngster no ten birds!” Rock told Chino.

“I can move them hoes, kinfolk!” Young Mike reiterated.

Chino looked into the youngster's eyes. There was straight confidence and no fear in them. He nodded. “You got that.”

“Bet!” Young Mike told him.

“Chino, Dragos knows that he's asking a lot of you to move this much product, but he still ain't taking no shorts,” Ricardo said, after hearing the conversation.

Chino looked at Young Mike, and then back at Ricardo. “He's like my little brother. He lives with me.”

Ricardo nodded.

Chino knew what Young Mike was going to do. It was basically the same thing that they all were going to have to do, which was beat the streets. They were going to have to push dope in uncharted territory. Other people's territory. Young
Mike was going to grind in other people's hood and be all up in the projects. And he was going to get the job done. He just hoped that the kid didn't get himself killed in the process.

Chino pulled out a gym bag filled with money and handed it to Ricardo. “Give this to Dragos. This is last week's ticket, and for what I thought was going to be this week's ticket. I was just going to pay him in advance, but now it appears that I owe him for another twenty.”

“This is going to make him real happy,” Ricardo said, holding up the gym bag.

“Chino, how in the hell are we all gonna move this much shit?” Rock asked.

“We gonna have to do the best that we can,” Chino told him. “We can move it. Besides, I already gave him half the money for this ticket, so if we come up a little short, then that's okay. If it takes us an extra day or two to finish up, then so be it.”

“And then another major ticket?” Chris J asked.

“By then, we'll have built up enough clientele,” Ant said.

“Man, this is a dream, niggas!” Infa told them. “Most niggas only dream about getting this much yayo, but we got it! You niggas is acting like it's a funeral. Let's ball till we fall, niggas!”

Infa got a point,
Chino thought. They were acting like it was the end of the world, but they should have been celebrating instead. They finally got a major ticket, and they were acting scared. It was do or die. Time to see what they really were about.

“F
uck me, daddy! Fuck me!”

Corey pulled her hair as he pounded her doggy style. He had her on the couch in his parents' den, going at her like I-95 going south. Tish was a crack addict he picked up in the hood. He gave her two twenty-dollar rocks in exchange for unbridled sex. It wasn't his first time, nor hers. In fact, she was one of his favorites, and he was one of hers. Corey always paid well, had a nice thick dick, and he never beat her or tried to cheat her. She even found herself liking Corey and looking forward to their twice-weekly rendezvous.

Corey liked Tish because she was discreet and didn't put his business in the streets. He didn't want all the homeys to know that he was regularly dicking down a dope fiend. They wouldn't let him hear the end of it if they found out. The only one that knew was Chris J, and he was lying back on the couch while Tish sucked his dick.

“Oh, Corey! Oh! Oh!” Tish cried out.

Corey was rock hard and giving her all that he had. He
was pounding her as hard as he could, trying to get his rocks off. Chris J pushed her head down on his dick to silence her.

Tish gagged. “Chris, stop it!”

“Shut up, ho!” Chris J told her. “Suck this meat.”

“It's too big,” she whined. “When you push my head all the way down like that you choke me.”

“Well, stop hollering, bitch!” Chris said. “Don't nobody want to hear that shit!”

“Oh!” Tish cried out. She tried to stifle her moans but couldn't. Corey was hitting that pussy just right. “Oh! Oh!”

Corey pulled off his shirt and tossed it across the room. He slapped Tish on her big, firm, yellow ass.

Tish was fine as hell. She was one of those girls that used to run track and play volleyball in high school. She was popular and all the guys at school wanted to get with her. Even after high school, she had kept her athletic shape, firm stomach, thick, firm thighs, and a big firm booty. Her life had changed when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. Tish was forced to leave college and take care of her. Her mother's death left her in debt and depressed, and she began drinking. Once the alcohol stopped taking away her pain, she turned to pills, and then to cocaine, and finally crack. She had only been an addict for six months and wasn't as hulled out as a lot of the other geekers. She could fix herself up and look decent. As a matter of fact, Corey had taken her to the movies across town a couple of times, like they were actually a couple. She could be cool when she wasn't smoking, Corey realized. He had even begged her at one time to stop smoking, and offered to help her. His efforts and pleas came to naught when he saw her on the corner high, trying to score more crack from a dealer that he was supplying.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, Corey!” Tish cried out in rhythm with his thrusts.

Chris J shoved his dick in her mouth again, muffling her cries. “Suck, bitch!”

Tish grabbed Chris J's dick and went to work on it again. Corey had her crying out every once in a while, but she decided to concentrate on Chris J. While Corey wouldn't whip her ass, she knew that Chris J would have no such reservations. He had slapped the shit out of her twice before.

“Take this dick!” Corey shouted. He slapped Tish on her ass, turning it bright red.

Tish glided up and down on Chris J's dick, sucking and licking alternately. She lifted one of his balls into her mouth and sucked on it, and then sucked on the other one.

“That's right,” Chris J said, enjoying what she was doing. “Lick my balls, bitch!”

Tish stroked Chris J's massive tool and sucked as hard as she could.

“Got damn!” Chris cried out. “Hold on! I'm gonna cum, bitch! Hold on!”

Tish looked up at Chris.

“Get up!” Chris J ordered. “I wanna fuck this bitch before I cum.”

Corey and Chris J changed positions.

“No!” Tish cried out. “No!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Chris J asked angrily.

“You're too big, Chris,” Tish pleaded, trying to reposition herself. “Here, let me lay down. But not from the back.”

“Bitch, turn around!” Chris shouted.

“No, Chris, please! I'll lay down!” Tish whimpered. She tried to lay down again, but Chris J grabbed her. “We paid you, so you gonna fuck how we tell you to fuck! So turn around and suck my boy's dick.”

Tish reluctantly turned around and bent over. She nervously began to suck Corey's piece. Chris J moved in behind her and inserted himself into her. Tish tensed up.

Chris J was six feet, four inches and wore a size thirteen shoe. His dick stayed true to the big foot myth: it was just about as long as his shoe size, just a half an inch shorter at twelve and a half inches. He was a legend in the city, and females from all around vied to see if the legend was true. It was said that he caused miscarriages, internal bleeding, and had even hospitalized a girl or two. Rumor had it that he could fuck for twelve hours straight before busting a nut, and that he had the energy of the Energizer bunny, the thrust of a Titan rocket, and the explosive power of a nuclear missile. A lot of females were actually scared to talk to him once they realized who he was, but then there were those who loved a challenge.

“Chris, please . . . ,” Tish pleaded.

“I ain't gon' hurt you!” Chris J shouted. He worked her gently, sliding in and out of her pussy. She closed her eyes and grunted each time he went in. She could feel every single vein in his thick meat. Despite her fear, she came within two minutes of his being inside her.

“Oh, Chris.” She shuddered.

“Now you like it, huh?”

Tish focused on her breathing as Chris slid in and out of her.

“Suck my dick,” Corey said, pulling her head down.

Tish began to work on Corey's shaft as best she could. Slowly, Chris J was beginning to work her, going a little deeper each stroke. She found herself gripping Corey's arms and squeezing him. Her eyes pleaded with him for understanding. Corey even felt sorry for her a little bit. He'd let Chris do his thing and then he would worry about getting his nut after he was done. He had definitely had second thoughts about picking her up while Chris was in the car with him. He thought that Chris would let him get his freak on and just play some Intellivision or Atari, but Chris had other thoughts. He wanted a piece of Tish too, and of course Corey had to let him in on it, otherwise the crew would think that he had feelings for her, which in a way he did. Even though she could never be his woman, he still didn't want the streets to dog her out real bad. A knock came at the door. It saved Tish from more of Chris's assault.

“Damn!” Chris cried out. “I was gonna bust a nut on this ho's back!”

Corey rose and went to the door while Chris and Tish hurriedly got dressed. Corey buttoned up his shorts and opened the door. It was Chino.

“What's up, kinfolk?” Corey asked.

“What are you doing?” Chino asked. “I got niggas blowing up my shit, saying that they can't get in touch with you!”

“Oh, shit!” Corey said, rubbing his face. “My pager's in my room.”

Chino pushed Corey to the side and walked into the house. He found Chris J sitting on the couch laughing, while Tish was still fumbling with her buttons.

“You two muthafuckas in here tricking, instead of getting
paper!” Chino yelled. “See, y'all full of bullshit. You ain't trying to make no money!”

“Hey, Chino!” Tish said, waving.

“Hey, bitch,” Chino acknowledged. He had fucked Tish back in high school, when she was really a star. She was nothing to him now.

“Fuck you,” Tish told him.

“You wish you could,” Chino replied with a smile.

“I already did.” Tish stuck her tongue out.

“You two niggas need to get out there and get that paper!” Chino told Chris and Corey. “It's the fucking first of the month.” Chino turned to leave the house.

“Where you heading, kinfolk?” Corey asked.

Chino turned around. “I gotta go and meet this nigga Malik over in the Sticks.”

“The Sticks?” Chris J asked, lifting an eyebrow. “You want me to roll with you?”

Chino waved him off. “Naw, I'll handle it. Just answer your pagers and get that paper. I gotta get them fools up in NY they paper.”

Corey and Chino exchanged their traditional one-armed shoulder bump. “Be careful, kinfolk,” Chino advised.

Chino headed for the door, then turned back and eyed Tish. “No, you be careful. That bitch'll have your nose wide open. She'll have your ass up in Columbus Mall shopping and shit.”

Chris J and Corey laughed. Tish shot Chino the finger.

“I'm out!” Chino told them.