Christmas in the Hood (28 page)

Supreme had no clue as to when the next time an opportunity such as this would come around again, so he decided that if he was going to go through with it, to go all out. After he had undressed completely, he had knelt down to where Tameeka lay.
Tameeka reached out to him with the intent of guiding him inside of her, but Supreme moved her hand. He had other plans. Instead of giving Tameeka what she apparently wanted, Supreme intended to give her something else; he continued to travel down her body until his mouth reached its destination.

This was definitely a surprise to Tameeka, who had no complaints. As Supreme’s tongue began to massage and caress her inner thighs, Tameeka began to realize just how much she was in desperate need of a tongue-lashing. It had been quite some time since a man had gone down on her. Early into their relationship, Victorious had made it perfectly clear that he was not down with the whole oral aspect of sex, at least not giving it, anyway. The last time she had received any type of lip service was when she’d been with her partner before him, who was expertly skilled in the craft, but unfortunately for her he had been unavailable for some time now.

Supreme was not surprised at how delicious Tameeka tasted. He had gone down on many women in the past—some because he wanted to while others he felt it necessary in order to sex them for the night—but with Meeka, it was more than that. Whether he wanted to or not, he felt that it was mandatory, and since they were already taking a risk, he wanted the experience to be complete. He was determined not to come up short in any way.

After her orgasm, Tameeka had just heated up. She knew it was now her turn to show Supreme what she was working with. She had grabbed Supreme’s head, indicating that she wanted him to stop, though she would have preferred that he continued, but she knew that if she didn’t stop him then, she never would.

As Supreme had come up for air, Tameeka had rolled him onto
his back, and all in one motion she began going to work. She started out by planting kisses on his neck and then began running her tongue down his chest, licking one of his nipples as she traveled down until her tongue had met up with his dick.

When she had taken him into her mouth, it had taken all the willpower that Supreme had possessed to refrain from exploding right then and there as she deep-throated him. Let her tell it, her head game was hands down among the top five chicks in the tri-state area who professed to have super head skills. She actually enjoyed going down on men because she was so much of a control freak. She felt that she could make a man do anything for her after she had him in her mouth, but what she really enjoyed even more was the reaction that she got once she began licking their sacks and running her tongue between their ass cheeks. What she got a kick out of most was sliding her finger into their butt holes. She loved the way men squirmed when she did that.

Not everyone she tried this with was receptive to her freaky methods, but most of them were, including Victorious. Now it was time to put Supreme through the test to see whether he got down like that.

Supreme couldn’t keep still as Meeka licked his male G-spot. Every time he had felt her tongue lightly brush across his anus, he would flinch, unable to control his nerves. But at the same time it felt like heaven to him, and he didn’t want her to stop.

As he tried to relax and enjoy the pleasure of her tongue, he felt something foreign to him, and he became alarmed.

As she had slid her middle finger inside of his rectum, Meeka had slipped Supreme’s dick back into her mouth, in hopes that he
was receptive. Slowly, she cautiously slid her finger in and out of Supreme’s butt as she continued to suck the helmet of his joint.

By now Supreme had realized what was taking place, and anger overswept him for a split second, but just as quickly as it had come it went. His anger turned into pleasure, and before he could even decide whether he wanted Meeka to stop, she had taken her finger out of him and his manhood out of her mouth, and expertly straddled him.

There was no doubt in Supreme’s mind as to why Victorious had allowed Tameeka to move into his crib after only a month of dealing with her. In his whole thirty-one years of living, Supreme felt that he had never paid for a piece of ass as good as what he was getting at that time, nor could he compare the pleasure that Tameeka was giving him to any he’d ever had before. The way that he felt inside her was like a match made in heaven, Supreme had thought.

It was from that day on that Supreme had a hard time resisting Tameeka whenever she called on him, committing the ultimate betrayal of going behind his man’s back.

“Like I said, you don’t know what the fuck you talking about. You don’t know what me and my man been through. Matter of fact, hurry up and get me to Asbury,” Supreme said, annoyed about the situation.

His only concern was to get to the house of his son’s mother, Gina, in Asbury Park. He was going to snatch up the three hundred grand he had stashed there. The 360 Gs that Tameeka had taken from Victorious was in the trunk of the car.

Supreme began to think of a way to eliminate Tameeka from
the equation and keep all of the paper for himself. Supreme thought to keep it all was the best solution as Tameeka continued to drive in silence.

Supreme had no desire to be with Tameeka anymore, having seen her true nature, behavior, and disrespect toward him. The more he thought about it, the farther away he wanted to get from her. But he also knew that he couldn’t allow his personal feelings to get involved while he was handling his business, so he decided to cross the bridge of getting rid of Tameeka when he got to it.

Tameeka, nervous about Supreme’s attitude, accelerated on the gas pedal. She figured by turning Supreme on, getting him aroused, he’d make her pull over so he could drive, like he had done many times before, while she performed oral sex on his magic stick. But her plan didn’t work out the way that she expected, and now she, too, had an attitude.

“When we get there, I hope you gonna be in and out. Don’t make me have to come up in there and hurt that bitch,” Tameeka spat with venom in her words, no longer able to hold her tongue.

“Yo, just drive,” Supreme commanded, as he reclined his seat and continued to puff on the remainder of the L.

Chapter Three

“
P
ardon self. Yo, good looking on that. What’s ya name?” Victorious asked the inmate who informed him about the status of the phone.

“Hasan, but everybody calls me Has, and yeah, that was nothing
as for the phone. I know how it be,” Has replied, extending his hand. Has had gone through these types of formalities a million times. He had been in the county so long that he was used to meeting cats who came and went, whether making bail or being shipped to prison. “What do you go by?” Has asked.

“Victorious,” was the response given as Victorious shook Has’s hand.

“You God-Body?” asked Has, familiar with Victorious’s attribute.

“True indeed,” Victorious answered, wondering if Has was Five Percent himself. “You deal with the lessons?” Victorious asked, referring to what they called Allah’s Truth.

“Nah, I’m not G-O-D, but I’m familiar with the teachings of the one-twenty.” Has then began to explain to Victorious how his cousin Bilal Rose was a PRT (poor righteous teacher) and taught him some of their teachings.

“So you from Plainfield?” asked Victorious, familiar with Has’s cousin and where he was from.

“Yeah, I’m from the Field,” replied Has, using his town’s street nickname. “Where you from?”

“Out here. I’m from the E-Port section. Eastwick. And my cousin’s name Bilal, too—Bilal Pretlow. You hear of him?”

“Oh, no question, sun was a beast throughout his era. Ain’t a joker in Union County from the streets that never heard of sun,” Has said with admiration in his tone. “Yo, is it true that he hung himself right here in the county?”

“Nah, that’s emphatically now-cipher, sun,” Victorious answered, speaking from his Five Percent alphabets to emphasize the word
no.

“So how that go down then?” Has asked, curious to know.

“All I can say is that shit is deeper than what people can fathom,” was the response Victorious gave.

“I feel you, kid, but whatever the situation, it was a fucked-up one. Cats losin’ soldiers left and right in this war and shit. Like my man Shap, from out my way.”

“Yeah, I heard about sun. Somethin’ about a motorcycle accident, and it was supposed to have been a big-ass riot or something out there over that, right?”

“Something like that. His peoples from Third was wildin’ out over his death. They loved the dude like dudes loved the kid Bilal out here.”

“No doubt, and I know if my peeps Sean and Vinnie was in town when the shit happened with Bilal, ain’t no telling what they would’ve did ’cause they was some wild brothers when they was home,” Victorious said.

“They still knocked off?” Has asked. “Yeah, they both down Fort Dix. They got almost eighteen in. I just sent them some flicks and shit two days before I got knocked off.”

“That’s what’s up,” Has replied.

“Yo, you know these two brothers name Pete and Squirm from out your way?” Victorious asked, testing to see what type of dude Has really was, knowing the caliber of the two names he made mention of.

“Yeah, I know them, but not know them know them, I just know of them. They from the new projects on Second Street. I heard they some good dudes,” Has answered.

“Yeah, no doubt. I met them back in the day when Echo Lanes was still open. I be hollerin’ at them when I be dippin’ out there to Liquid Assets,” said Victorious, satisfied with Has’s answer about the two brothers. He, too, had heard nothing but good things about them and felt the same.

Once it was established that Victorious was from Elizabeth, New Jersey, and Has was from Plainfield, New Jersey, the two talked for quite some time, name dropping street legends and any and every high-maintenance chick they could think of. Victorious grasped from their conversation that Has was about his business and was a somebody in the town. He also gathered that Has was extremely intelligent and inquisitive. He reminded Victorious of himself, judging from his conversation during the short period of time they talked. After about twenty minutes of conversation and feeling Hasan out, Victorious was comfortable enough to ask him about his incarceration. “Has, how long you been in here, kid?”

“I spent the last two Christmases in this spot,” replied Has, seeing Victorious’s facial expression change.

“Damn, sun, two years? How you do that much time in this piece?” Victorious asked sympathetically.

“I just happen to luck up and get this orderly job so I could make moves as opposed to being stationary. That’s how I’m able to come here and use the jack and chill over here with you. I get mad extra trays and work out when I want, but the best benefit is being able to have access to the jack so I can stay on top of my shortie.”

“Yeah, that’s probably how I would do my time if I had to be
in here that long,” Victorious said, understanding Hasan’s methods. “Yo, what’s the latest a muthafucka can get bailed up outta this spot?” Victorious asked.

“Anytime, as long as your peoples get the paper to the bondsman. That’s what I’m waiting on now,” Has answered. “How much is your bail?”

“A hundred and fifty Gs, no ten percent,” Victorious answered.

“That’s nothing for you, right?” Has questioned.

“Nah, it’s just a matter of my people hollering at the bondsman. I would’ve been out already, but I can’t get in touch with my fucking shortie,” responded a frustrated Victorious. Hasan listened attentively. “That’s neither here nor there, though. What’s your bail?” Victorious asked, wondering what amount of money could have kept Hasan stuck in the county for two years.

“It was half a mil cash, but then they dropped it to two hundred fifty Gs cash, like six months ago. I was trying to get out then, but the only one I can really rely on is my shortie, so you know it ain’t easy to come up with that type of paper, even though I already had almost half of that put up out there. Still, it ain’t easy to come up with a hundred something Gs when you ain’t hustling, especially when you a female, but baby girl went on the grind and been scraping shit up, feel me?” Has said with both passion and admiration for his girlfriend.

“Yeah, I feel you, sun. Your shortie sound like a trooper, kid,” Victorious replied, thinking about the lack of communication he’d had with his since he’d been there.

“No doubt.”

“Lock down! Lock down!” a correctional officer yelled.

“Damn. I didn’t even get the chance to dial my peoples back or wash my ass,” Victorious said, becoming mad at himself for getting caught up in a conversation with Hasan rather than handling his business.

Seeing the anger in Victorious’s eyes, Hasan tried to calm him. “Yo, if you want, I can try your peoples for you while you locked in until I go upstairs. As far as the shower, just take a birdbath in the sink. Make that dude in the cell turn over.”

Not thinking of either one of those ideas, Victorious was grateful for Hasan’s suggestions.

“Yo, I’d appreciate that, sun. I’ma hit you with—” “Yo, my man, let’s go,” the officer spoke to Victorious and walked away with a warning stare.

“Yo, go ahead. That guy a dickhead right there. I’ll come over and get the info.”

“A’ight,” Victorious replied, walking over to his cell.

Chapter Four

“
W
hy you gotta park around the corner? It ain’t like I don’t know where the bitch stay,” Tameeka said, referring to Gina’s house.

“Yo, didn’t you say you didn’t like being called a bitch?” Supreme asked.

“You know I don’t,” Meeka shot back.

“Well, why you keep calling my son’s mom one like she like it?”

Tameeka didn’t answer him; instead, she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. Still not in the mood for the bullshit, Supreme hopped out the BMW with the intention of returning with his money.

“Hurry up!” Meeka yelled just before the car door slammed, but Supreme paid her no mind.

Just as he turned the corner, Tameeka’s cell phone vibrated.