A Gangsters Melody (3 page)

“Well, well, well, Lil mama, what you doing sitting on Ms. Lula-Belle’s porch?
It was Monica from the diner. I immediately jumped up.
“Hey. Did you follow me home?” Okay. Let’s go then.”
I then got into what I thought was a very good fighting stance, but the truth of the matter is I had never actually been in a real fight before and I guess it was evident because Monica took one look at me and burst out laughing.
“Hold on shawty. Calm down shit. Ain’t nobody here to fuck with you. I live next door and I wanted to know what you was doing sitting on my neighbors porch is all.”
“So what’s so damn funny then?” I asked still holding my ridiculous fighting stance.
“Cuz you tryna sound all gangster, and that shit ain’t believable at all. But it’s all good though. At least you ain’t no punk bitch.”
We both shared a slight laugh.
“Anyway shawty, my name is Monica.” She said extending her hand. I reluctantly dropped my guard and returned the gesture.
“Hi, my name is Tiffany.”
“Oh. Okay. Well anyway, what you doing on Ms. Lula-Belle’s porch? If she catch you hanging out here she gonna either scream on you, throw hot water out the window, or both. She a cool old lady but she can be a real bitch sometimes.”
“I know. She’s my grandmother.” I responded sort of embarrassed.
“Oh my bad Tiffany. I ain’t no Ms. Lula-Belle was ya folks.”
“It’s all good. Believe me. I know how she can be.”
“Well I been living here for years and I ain’t never knew Ms. Lula–Belle even had a granddaughter.” I was hit with the sudden urge to tell my story.
“Well it’s like this.” She waived her hand and cut me off.
“Hold on Tiff. This sounds like it’s gonna be a long ass story and I gotta take my medicine. So let’s go next door to my crib so we can chill and you can fill me in.”
“Okay cool. Let’s go. It’s getting hot as hell out here anyway.”
“I know that’s right, that’s why I left the air conditioner in my crib running all morning.”
We went next door to her house and although it was only right next door it looked way more expensive than Mama Belle’s house. The outside was light blue with white trimming and it looked like it had just been freshly pain’ted. The grass was freshly cut and a beautiful shade of green. When we got into the house it was decorated in expensive décor. There was black art and gold light fixtures along the walls leading up the staircase. When we got upstairs I was instructed to remove my shoes. And I immediately understood why. Her carpet was as white as brand new cotton socks, and when you stepped on it, you felt as if you sank all the way down to your knees. Her furniture looked expensive as well. In the living room there was a black and white leather sectional and a matching love seat. On the wall was a 56 inch plasma television and there were framed pictures of her and the girls I saw her with earlier. There were also pictures of guys holding wads of money and throwing it money up in the air. She noticed me looking around and broke the silence.
“So you like what you see?”
“Hell yeah. This crib is hot as hell. Ya moms and pops must make good money.”
“Moms and pops? Shit girl, my moms live across town in a inpatient rehab center and the last I heard about that cum distributor they call my pops, he was in jail somewhere.”
“Well who lives here with you then?” I asked, still in shock from the way she spoke about her parents.
“Not a fucking soul. This is my shit. I live alone and everything in this bitch is mine. Ain’t no fuckin rent to own either.” She said proudly.
“Well shit girl, how old are you and what kind of job you got that gets you all of this?” I asked curiously.
“I’m 19 and my boss pays very well as you can see. You wanna meet her?”
“Hell yeah where is she?” I asked all excited.
And without warning Monica grabbed my hand and put it up her skirt.
“Here she is right here. The best boss a bitch can ever have. The pay is excellent and the hours are flexible.”
I pulled my hand back in a total state of shock.
“Girl are you a prostitute?”
Monica just let out a slight chuckle. “Well not in that sense of the word, but shit, niggas that I fuck with know that they gotta pay to play. My mortgage, lights, gas, wardrobe, everything is paid for. All the way down to my mother’s commissary. And I keep money in the bank to stay on top of the name game ya dig?”
“The name game?” I asked just as dumbfounded.
“Yeah. You know, Ed Hardy, Juicy Couture? Shit like that.”
I was still lost and it must have shown that I was a little taken back by the thought of this young girl in front of me doing sexual favors for money and material things. Monica interrupted my train of thought.
“Don’t give me that look. You ain’t never let a nigga drill you down before or after taking you shopping or buying you something? It’s the same shit.”
“Girl hell no. Nigga’s where I’m from ain’t no ballers.”
“So back home you was breaking nigga’s off for free? Bitch you crazy.” Monica said sounding a little aggravated. My eyes dropped to the carpet as I answered.
“Well…to be honest with you.” She cut me off.
“Oh hell naw. Girl is you a virgin? How old are you?”
“Nineteen.” I responded bashfully. Monica burst out laughing.
“Damn. They still make ya’ll? I got to meet ya moms and pops.”
She had instantly struck a nerve.
“Look they’re dead okay. They died together in a car accident.” I said lying and showing more emotion than I wanted to.
“Oh shit girl. I’m sorry.” Monica said sounding remorseful.
“It’s okay. You didn’t know. But it’s still fresh so can we change the subject?”
“Oh fa sho. I don’t wanna upset you. So what do you wanna talk about?”
“Hmm. Let’s finish talking about yo hoe ass.” We both laughed before Monica continued.
“Okay. I’m gonna school you. But first I need to take my medicine.”
I followed her into the kitchen and I watched as she dug her hand into a box of cereal. She pulled out a zip lock bag full of weed. There was a blunt already rolled. She took it out and closed the bag. Then she stuffed it back in the box. She shook the box and put it back in the cabinet. Then she put the blunt in her mouth and lit it.
“I thought you said you had to take ya medicine.” Once again I was lost and confused. Monica inhaled deeply and answered my question.
“Shit. You ain’t know? This
is
my medicine. Now sit down and let me school you.
We sat on the couch facing each other and then Monica continued.
“Okay first things first. I’m gonna take you under my wing. You gonna be my special project, but you ain’t in the suburbs of Bumfuck , Ohio no more. You in B-more, the belly of the fucking beast where you gotta grind to survive. See, pretty bitches like me, you and them two knuckle heads I was with earlier will have niggas eating out the palm of our hands. I’m gonna show you the ropes if you willing to learn. Cuz I know you ain’t tryna stay with Miss Lula Belle too long.”
“Hell naw. I’m tryna roll with you.” I answered excitedly.
She passed me the blunt and I took a pull pretending again to know what I was doing and damn near choked to death.
“You gotta slow down ma. That’s that Sour Diesel. You gotta walk that dog slow.” Monica instructed. I was still choking when I answered her.
“I ain’t never smoked before.”
“Aww damn. We got a lot of work to do. Okay if you gonna be one of my Stiletto Diva’s then ya gear gotta be up to par. So I’m gonna have Terri boost you some really hot shit. Then I’m gonna get Lashawn to tighten ya wig up. And tomorrow you gonna roll with us to Dreamscape.” I was already high as hell.
“Dream what?” I asked slurring my words with my eyes half closed.
“Dreamscape. That’s where all the big ballers party at. Now there ain’t a baller in Baltimore that I don’t know, so I’m gonna find you a good one. One that I know is gonna trick on you and before you know it you gonna have all of this just like me.”
“Shit. That’s what’s up.” I said. Now even more excited.
“Oh yeah. One more thing. The only thing I love as much as weed, dick and money is pussy. So watch ya’self pretty. Cuz I’m coming for you…literally.” She said smiling and licking her lips
“So you gay? I don’t get down like that.” I stated matter of factly.”
“First of all sexy, none of the Stiletto Diva’s are gay. We just enjoy a little pussy from time to time. And don’t worry ain’t nobody gonna rape you. Sooner or later you’ll give it to me.” She said licking her lips again. Monica then reached under the cushion in her couch and pulled out a very large sex toy.
“Well, that concludes today’s lesson. Now run on home. I’ve got some business to tend to. And unless you gonna play with me I’m gonna need you to lock the door on ya way out. If anything goes down tonight I’ll holla at you.”
I just shook my head in amazement. “Okay girl. Get at me later.”
Monica grabbed the remote control and turned on a porno movie that was already queued up in the DVD player. As I headed down the stairs I could hear her starting the festivities, she was moaning and groaning. I closed the door and shook my head smiling. I turned around to see Mama Belle standing in front of the house.
“There you go. What in the hell are you doing coming out of that house? She barked at me.
“I was locked out so my friend Monica let me chill over her house for a little while.”
“Girl get your ass in the house. You ain’t here a full twenty four hours yet and you hanging with dykes already?”
I rolled my eyes and walked passed Mama Belle and she immediately smelled the weed on me.
“And you been smoking that shit too? You gonna fuck around and find ya’self homeless a lot sooner than later.”
I had forgotten all about the weed smell. How could I have not remembered that? I just kept walking to the house and once we got inside she didn’t let up one bit.
“You know you starting off on the wrong damn foot already. You walked out on your job, you dress all trampish, and then you next door getting high and doing god knows what with that damn lesbian. Are you a lesbian Tiffany? You like the pretty ladies? Cuz if you do you can just carry all that sinful foolishness away from here. This here is a god fearing household.”
“Look grandma. Number one, I didn’t walk out on the job. I was given permission to leave. Number two, okay, I smoked a little weed with Monica but guess what grandma? I’m a grown and very responsible woman. I am no longer the little girl you saw years ago. And as far as me being a lesbian, not only am I offended but I’m hurt that my own grandmother could say something so disrespectful to me, especially since I haven’t even been with a man yet. Oh don’t look surprised. Yes Mama Belle I’m still a virgin. And last but not least. As far as my clothes go. I would ask my parents to take me shopping, but in case you didn’t get the memo they are both FUCKING DEAD.”
I had totally spazzed out on Mama Belle then I stormed out of the house and left her standing there in total amazement. When I got outside I just sat on the porch and began to cry uncontrollably. I stopped momentarily when I saw two cars pull up. One was a brand new Mercedes, and the other appeared to be a convertible BMW but I really couldn’t tell. All I know was that they were both expensive and brand new. Monica had come out of the house and greeted the driver of the Mercedes with a hug and a kiss. Then he gave her the keys and got in the BMW with the other guy and they left. Monica got in the Mercedes and was about to pull off, but when she noticed me on the porch she stopped in front of my house.
“What up girl? You trying to ride out with me?”
“Hell yeah. Anything to get away from here.” I said jumping up and wiping my tears. I hurried over to the car and got in and we pulled off.
“So where we goin?” I asked anxiously.
“That depends. Open up the glove compartment. How much money is in there?”
I took the wad of money out and counted it silently.
“$2,500” I responded in amazement.
“Damn that nigga getting cheap. Okay first stop is the nail salon, my treat.
“Look girl, I appreciate it and everything but I don’t have any money right now so I don’t know when I will be able to pay you back.”
“Bitch please. Ain’t nobody trippin off no bread, you can’t take that shit with you. Besides, by the time I’m finished spending this $2500, some other pussy whipped nigga will throw some more bread my way. It just goes in one big beautiful circle.”
“Damn it’s like that out here?”
“Nah baby. It’s like that everywhere. Niggas work for the pussy, so you gotta make the pussy work for you. But don’t worry; I’m going to show you how to never be broke again. That is, if you are willing to learn.”
“Hell yeah. Teach on girl.” I laughed as we weaved in and out of traffic.

“Hello? What’s good my nigga? Oh yeah. I been in town for about two hours now. Well I had to stop by the mall and pick up a few things. You know I gotta come to the club fresh to death. What did I get? Nothing really. A couple of outfits with matching kicks, some socks, boxers and a bad bitch, you know the usual. Well you know how I do. Yeah I’ll meet you at the club around twelve. Be out front where I can find you. Yeah that’s what’s up. Yeah D-boy and L.V. should be here any minute now to pick up that package. A’ight, well look. I’ll hit you back in a few. Right now I’m trying out something that I got at the mall. A’ight my nigga I’ll holla.”

I hung up the phone and focused my attention on the best thing that I brought back from the mall.
“Okay ma stop. There’s no way I should have been able to finish that call if you was really good with ya head game. So obviously that ain’t ya specialty.”
“Damn daddy you ain’t gotta be all rude with it. Ya’ll New York niggas is something else.”
“I ain’t being rude ma. I’m being real but it’s all good. No hard feelings.”
“Uh Uh. I ain’t goin out like that”
The next thing I knew she had pushed me back on the bed and raised her sundress over her head and took it off showing that she wore no bra and no underwear.
“Now let me show you how real B-More bitches get down.”
Without hesitation she mounted me and rode me like a true rodeo champ. I’ll keep it real. I had been all over and I can only remember a hand full of chicks that knew how to work the pussy like shorty. To be honest I’m glad she knew how to fuck, because her head game was wack as fuck. As she gyrated her hips on my dick I did the same and met each downward thrust with an upward thrust of my own. She dug her nails into my chest as I continuously hit her G-spot. With each stroke she bit her bottom lip and told me how much she liked the sex. She didn’t scream my name because I don’t think she remembered it. I wasn’t mad though. I didn’t remember her name either. All I remember is she was a bad bitch that was buying her man some sneakers because he was locked up. And now here she was, getting fucked all crazy by a smooth nigga she just met. If her man only knew.
Shortly after I fucked her to sleep there was a knock at the door. I instinctively grabbed my Desert Eagle from underneath the pillow and headed for the door. I looked out the peephole and saw it was my people D-Boy and L.V. They were the two main members of the famous rap group the Realm Squad. I managed them and they also doubled as my ride or die cats in these streets. I mean, yeah we was getting a little money with the music shit but please don’t believe the videos and MTV cribs. A lot of niggas in the rap game still hustle because they got to eat. And like I said before, the music industry don’t really pay shit. So we use the music industry as a front and continue to do what we do best, selling coke. I opened the door and greeted them both with daps and hugs.
“What’s good fam?” I asked as if I didn’t already know the answer.