Ain't no hitta like the one I got: part one (2 page)

“My nigga, left me go see what was.” I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and my heart began to pound in my chest.

The girl with the fearful eyes

I knew that the sound on the stair case, could have easily been one of the neighbors but I clutched my gun anyway as I walked up the next flight of stairs. I saw a big garbage bag at the bottom of the stairs and I looked up and into the eyes of a fearful looking girl. I hadn’t seen her before, was she white, or black, I couldn’t tell but she was beautiful, even with her hood on. I held my hand up to my lips to make sure that she stayed quiet, and then I went back down stairs.

“What was it my nigga?” One of my boys asked.

“Nothing, it looks like someone much have left their garbage bag on the stairs, listen ya’ll got to clear up out of this hallway before I get my grandmother in trouble, clean up that roll up too, you bunch of dirty muther fuckers.”

We chuckled and I gave my niggas pounds as they walked out of the building. When they left I went back upstairs to the fearful girl who was now clutching her bag in her hands, and her eyes her blood shot probably from crying.

“Are you ok? I am not going to hurt you so you don’t have to be afraid of me. Are you waiting for somebody?”

She shook her head yes, I noticed the bruises on her face and thought from that point on that I should just leave shorty alone in case she was mixed up in some bullshit. Some of these types of females love being beat down by their niggas, and most of the time you can’t tell them shit, that’s what happened to my mother. She was killed by my father when I was a child and now he is in the penitentiary doing life. But something inside of me felt protective of shorty, so I decided to ask her one more time if she needed any help.

“Are you sure that you are ok and don’t need anything?”

Once again she shook her head no.

“Ok if anything, I live downstairs and my name is Paper.”

She nodded once again and I was out.

When I got into the crib, I gave my grandmother a kiss, who was sitting down in the kitchen writing numbers for the lottery, some shit that she did on the daily. I looked into the fridge and noticed that she went grocery shopping without my help.

“Ayo grandmother, why you ain’t wait for me, I would have gone with you, you know.”

“Boy I can’t wait for you. Besides going shopping was the easy part, and a nice young lady helped me up the stairs, so I was good.”

I thought about the fearful girl in the hallway and figured that it must have been her.

“Did she say what her name was grandmother?”

“Nope, but that child had the prettiest eyes, couldn’t tell if she was white or black though.”

Yeah it was her, I thought to myself, as I walked to my room and texted this chick Tiffany that my boys and I were talking about earlier. Shit I ain’t have no pussy in a while, so I sure hope shorty was down for whatever tonight if she responded back. I jumped in the shower and threw on some fresh gear, and left out of the house to get some more roll up for the extra bag of weed that I had coped earlier. I didn’t bother to check if the fearful girl was still on the chairs because chances were that she was still there. On my way out of the corner store, I went into the chicken spot and bought a three piece chicken dinner and a biscuit and then I rolled back over to the crib. When I back got in the building, I tip toed up to the third flight of stairs that I had saw the girl from earlier and sho nuff there she was sleeping peacefully still clutching her garbage bag only this time, her hood was off and her brown blondish hair fell over her shoulders. Dam shorty was bad, with scratches and all on her face; shorty was a fucking ten plus plus in my book. I gently nudged her leg, and shorty’s eyes shot open in fear, “Relax, it’s only me, Paper. I bought you some food.”

“No thank you, my boyfriend is going to buy me some food just as soon as he gets back.”

“She finally speaks,” I smirked, “and what kind of man would leave his girl out in a hallway.”

“My man”, she said with attitude.

“Look I am not trying to be the bad guy; I am just trying to help you, what is your name?”

“Willemena,”she replied almost hesitantly.

“Well I am going to just leave this food right here,” I said sitting the bag on the bottom staircase and I turned around and left. She was stubborn, but I think that’s what I liked about her. As soon as I got back in the house, the shorty that I texted from earlier hit me back, so I asked her if I could come through, and she responded back quick like yes. So I was good to go. I went into the bathroom, brushed my low Cesar with waves, while I thought to myself that any bitch that if a bitch was willing to see a nigga after ten o clock, she must already know what it was. I hopped on the train and took that shit to grand central 42
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street to catch the long island railroad, yeah; I only fucked with bitches outside my borough, never fucked with nothing close to home where it could get messy. Anyway this shorty didn’t even know where I lived, I told the bitch I was from New Jersey. I met her at a club in the city with my niggas, I peeped shorty take like three other niggas numbers after mine, so of course I wasn’t really serious about her, but she had red hair and a phatty, so it’s whatever. I fell asleep with my head on the glass window thinking about the girl in hallway. I wonder what her story was, and did she really have a man. If so who the fuck was this nigga? Cause I knew everyone in the building and there weren’t any young niggas that lived upstairs. I got up and looked around and there was barely anyone in the train cart, that’s what I liked around the NJ and long island railroad, those shits weren’t like the MTA where shit was all dirty and messy. I got off the stop that shorty had sent me in the text message, walked a couple of blocks and found the house in no time. The area was quiet and pleasant, not at all anything like Brooklyn. There wasn’t no niggas standing on corners, no garbage in the streets or loud music playing at all. Shit there wasn’t even a corner store nowhere in sight. I really don’t see how muther fuckers lived like this. I need to have everything within close proximity. Fuck that, and fuck driving a car, with all of that paying car note bills and insurance and shit when there’s a fucking train and bus on every corner in my hood. Fuck that I am good. I been this way for twenty one fucking years, and haven’t had a problem yet. I ranged shorty’s doorbell and looked around while I waited, it was pretty, manicured garden and shit, beautiful house, I bet shorty had some clean living in a joint like this, I chuckled to myself, just joking but for real yo, shorty family had their shit together, there was even a range rover and Mercedes parked in the drive way. I think that was the same joint I saw shorty driving in the night I saw her speed off at the club. When Tiffany opened the door shorty was in full beast mode, she had on boy shorts with the fat pussy print in the front and a thin shirt with her nipples poking all through it. I didn’t know what to do but to lift shorty up from the door, kissing on her neck and the closed the door with my foot. My dick was already throbbing by the time I got her on the couch.

“Dam Paper, you’re not wasting no time.”

“When I see something I want, I go after it”, I said leaning in to suck on her big ass titties.

She was rubbing on my dick, and the way she was doing that shit, almost had me about to bust, dam a nigga was real backed up. I moved her hand and I started touching her pussy through her panties, got dam this bitch was juicy as a muther fucker. I bought my hand up to my nose real quick for a sniff test and it had no scent, that’s it, I thought to myself, it’s about to go down. I got up unbuckled my pants let my boxers and pants fall to my ankles, my dick was thick, saucy and throbbing, and ready to knock some shit down, I told shorty to stand up and I pulled them panties dam, “Mami can I get in this pussy like this”, I said stroking my bare dick in my hand, “I wanna how wet your shit is dam, you look so fucking good, I wanna feel it.” My hand was already sticky from pre cum as I was stroking my shit and looking at her dripping pussy well I waited for the green light.

“Daddy if you don’t get in this pussy right now, Imma explode.”

“Say no.” When I got into that wet hot cave, I had to jump out right quick, shorty had that pull on her crazy, I smacked her ass.  “Behave lil mama, I see you trying to play dirty and have a nigga cum quick.”

I smacked her on her ass and got back in the pussy and it popping and bouncing back on my dick like crazy, Shorty’s pussy meat was creaming all on my dick crazy, making my toes curl, I smack her ass again and put my thumb in her booty, her pussy tensed up on me and I lost it and nutted all in her pussy. I leaned forward on her weakly and we fell on the couch.

“On no nigga with all of that dick you got, you mean to tell me, you are nutting quick?”

“You got that good good,” I told her while laying back.

“Then eat my pussy,” she moaned almost quietly.

I studied shorty’s face closely, one thing I don’t like is no disrespectful ass chick, I wanted to curse her ass out, but then I thought about her car, and that wet ass pussy that I might wanna get again, so I let her slide. I got up and pulled up my pants and buckled my shits.

“I only do that type of shit to my girl.”

“So you are saying that you have a girl?” She said standing up and pulling up her panties and she sat back down to pout.

“No I ain’t got no girl, if I did, then I wouldn’t be here with you, now would I?” I said straightening up my clothes to get ready to leave.

“Where are you going Paper, I know your ass ain’t leaving this quickly.”

“Yes, I gotta get back; I don’t like leaving my grandma by herself, so know how that goes. Walk me to the door and stop acting like that. You know I will be back to see you.” I said while squeezing her ass.” “You and all of this good ass pussy, I said, tapping it through her panties.

“If it was so good, you would be eating me out right now”, she said while grabbing my dick through my pants.

“Next time, I got you,” I said knowing that I was lying. The only thing shorty would be getting is a bunch of this dick.”

She gave me a quick kiss and I dipped out of there and made it back to the train station. I wondered if the girl from the stairs safe and with her man, she looked so vulnerable and sad, I wanted to know more about her, I fell asleep thinking about her and ended up sleeping the whole way back to grand central station .

As I was getting off of the train, I peeped a lady that looked like she could be a tourist that was by herself and she had on Giuseppe loafers, Louie Vuitton luggage, diamonds, and she had a nice shape with a phatty, and looked close to the weight that I needed her to be. I followed her outside of the train station. She was moving quickly and I was trying to keep up. When she went down a dark, isolated street, I was relieved. Swiftly I pulled my ski mask hat over my face, that I had rolled up on my head earlier as a regular knitted hat and I stealthily walked behind her and drew my gun, and I put it to her back.

“Remove all jewelry swiftly and quietly or I won’t hesitant to put a bullet through you,” I told her in a deeper than usual disguised voice. With shaky hands, she did as I told her. She handed me her four carat diamond earrings, tennis bracelet, and six carat engagement ring.

“Now hand me over your cellphone, pocket book and that Louis Vuitton luggage. You ain’t leaving this block with nothing but the fucking clothes on your back. Oh yeah and take off that Gucci coat as well and don’t turn around until you count to 80. If you turn around before then, I am gonna have to shoot you. If you call the police or tell anybody about this, remember that I have your purse with all of your information and I will have my boys hunt you the fuck down and kill everyone in your whole fucking family. Fuck with me if you want,” I threatened her.

Thank Goodness no one walked down that street in the time that we were standing there, so I took all of the lady’s belongings things and swiftly walked away, there was an empty cab at the corner so I tapped on the glass, he opened the door and I hopped in. “Take me to Brooklyn, I told him.”

“That’s very far my friend. I looked in the lady purse that was filled with money and I took out two hundred dollar bills. “Here hold that, and I will give you a tip when we reach our destination .”

“No problem Sir.” And we sped off into the night just like that.

I had the cab driver drop me off at a farther part in Brooklyn than where I really lived and then I hauled another cab to my address. You can never be too safe, cause a nigga like me, definitely wasn’t trying to get caught.

When I got in the building first place I went was in the house to check on my grandmother and to put away the things that I stole, and then I went back outside in the hall to check on the girl. She was sleeping, but I did notice that she ate the chicken dinner that I left for her.

“Will”, I whispered gently from the bottom stair as not to startle her. She stirred, woke up and looked at me.

“What did you say?” She asked with an attitude as she straighten up and fixed her hair into the bun.

“I said Will”, I grinned because I already knew what was coming.

“Call me by my real name, Willemena.”

“Whatever, listen, your dude ain’t coming, so if you want to come and crash at my house, you are welcome, it’s almost three in the morning, and the hallways isn’t no place for anyone to be. I live with my grandmother downstairs, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

She sat there and looked at me as though she was thinking about it but seemed hesitant.