Fiending for His Love (11 page)

Blaze felt delusional as he tried to remember how in the world he’d ended up outside. His mind landed back to the Moet that he had been drinking, which he’d poisoned with Ecstasy pills nights prior. He’d intended to take it to the girls so that they could have a little more motivation to make him more money. If nothing did the trick, a little X in someone’s drink always did.

Blaze quickly got up with sand stuck to his bare ass. He rushed to his house, never looking back at Tina. Inside of his secluded home, he hopped in the shower and scrubbed himself until his skin turned red and sore. In the past he had been with some bottom of the barrel chicks, but Tina had been resting at the bottom of the barrel for many years. He scrubbed himself as he beat himself up. He was filled with pure anger and disgust.

A few years ago, before he learned to treat his body with the utmost respect, he would have added Tina to his ‘got banged list’. But now that he was treating his body like a temple by being mindful of who to enter and who not to enter, he was sick to his stomach. It was ironic that he treated his body like a temple, but sold girls’ bodies like yesterday’s trash.

After showering he wrapped his hard body up in an oversized white towel that had the word ‘Blaze’ embedded on all four corners. He retreated to his man cave and laid across the bed. He grabbed the half smoked blunt that rested in the ashtray next to him. “Man, my life is fucked up,” he said.

~Chapter 9~

Snow White just couldn’t believe that Candy was still making money. More than she was making before and with a broken arm. To top things off, Blaze was at her every beck and call like he was more so her man than her pimp. Snow White couldn’t stand the sight of the two. She held Blaze down just as much as Candy, or even more, and felt like she more than deserved the special attention. Instead of him catering to a handicapped bitch, Snow White felt like she needed to be catered to as well. Her patience was growing thin. She couldn’t deal with the lack of attention.

As the four girls sat at the kitchen table playing a game of spades, Snow White continued to stare at Candy, giving her dirty looks. Candy was starting to make her sick. Every time Blaze came around she was breaking him off lovely, getting more attention than she was getting and Snow White wasn’t having that. Ever since she could remember she had been Blaze’s favorite. But, since Candy’s accident he barely paid Snow White any attention. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d tasted his long, thick, delicious pole. She was missing it terribly and couldn’t stand the fact that Candy was getting what was hers.

“I’m done.” Snow White threw her hand of cards on the table and got up. She could no longer bear the sight of Candy. She desperately wanted to break Candy’s other arm to match the already broken one.

“What’s her problem?” Dottie asked looking confused.

“Who cares? That hoe is always miserable,” Candy replied.

“She’s cool y’all,” Cinnamon added.

Snow White walked into the living room wearing nothing but a pair of boy shorts with her bare breast was exposed. All of the girls were in the habit of walking around the house nude. She flopped her rear end down on the leather sofa, snatching the remote control from the coffee table and then flicking through the channels. Staring at Candy’s daughter Miracle, she began to get sick to her stomach. Miracle was a mirror image of her mother. Her little eyes pierced through Snow White’s stating that she wanted to be taken out of the playpen so she could get out and play.

“Stop staring at me you little ugly motherfucker,” Snow White huffed.

Finally getting some sort of attention, Miracle’s innocent eyes continued to pierce Snow White’s. She began giggling and cooing and reaching her arms out for Snow White.

Snow White slowly cracked a smile. “You know I can’t stand your mother.” Not being able to say no to the baby, Snow White walked over to the playpen and extended her arms out to Miracle. She couldn't resist Miracle. After all, she had been in the toddler’s life ever since she was born. Miracle was now a year and eight months. She was one of the happiest babies that Snow White had ever seen. There were times when Snow White envied the joyful baby. She wished that she could have her spirit and one day have something to smile about.

Snow White sat Miracle on the sofa next to her. She reached in the ashtray and grabbed the half of a blunt filled with Kush. After a few hits she was sky high. She glanced at Miracle who was leaning back on the sofa with her pacifier in her mouth. Her already chinky eyes were becoming even chinkier. It was obvious that she was catching a contact high. Snow White suspiciously looked around the room. She could hear the girls still in the kitchen yapping as they played cards.

Snow White leaned in closer to Miracle and puckered her lips up. Miracle opened her little mouth and began giggling. Snow White grabbed both of her cheeks, squeezing them tight, and forced Miracle’s little mouth to stay wide open. She then took the blunt, flipped it with the fire in her mouth, and began giving Miracle a shotgun. The smoke filled the toddler’s lungs instantly and she began to choke on the smoke.

Snow White continued to blow until she thought the baby had gotten enough. Miracle fell out on the sofa and was sleep in less than twenty minutes. Snow White sat there sky high and began to torture Miracle in her sleep by pinching her really hard, thumping her ears, biting the bottom of her feet, and other stuff that should not be done to a child.

By 9:00 P.M. the girls were all ready to go out and work the stroll, including Candy. They all dressed in nothing but their best. It was Friday night, which meant the high rollers were coming out to play. Miracle was dropped off at the baby sitter’s home. Due to Blaze trust issues, no stranger was allowed to occupy his home.

Candy stood on the opposite end of the street from the rest of the girls. At times she liked to distance herself from them. She peered up and down the block and noticed that no one was paying her any mind. She quickly went into her purse and pulled out the medication bottle. Without water she threw back three of the 30-milligram pills. Ever since she had gotten into the car accident, her doctor had prescribed her Oxycontin. She had been popping the pills like they were candy. She loved the high and the extra kick that it gave her. She was so addicted. The pills were now a must.

“Yeah bitch, what you doing over here? You trying to get with some pimping?”

Candy turned around rolling her eyes. She stared the wanna-be pimp down from head to toe.
He definitely has his priorities fucked up.
She turned her nose up at the cheap fur he had on.

I know this fool ain’t trying to pimp on me with them fake gators and all that fake ass jewelry that he done got from someone’s bubble gum machine. That fucking fake fur is a mess! Ugh, I can’t deal with this shit,
Candy thought. Any other time she would bite her tongue, but being that the fool looked like a fake she couldn’t hold back. “First off bitch, who you calling a bitch?” Candy snapped, rolling her eyes.

The pimp took a step back and gawked at Candy like she was stupid. “Bitch, who you disrespecting? You must not have no training?” he snapped back.

“Nigga, I’m with pimping! I’m Blaze’s bitch!” Candy looked him in his face as if to say that if he didn’t know Blaze then he had better find out.

Other hoes walking the stroll started to gather around. Candy was feeling herself. She was enjoying the attention and began to feed off of it. The more people that gathered around, the more hyped Candy got. Other females that were working the stroll chattered and laughed in the background.

The pimp looked around, taking notice that his hoes outnumbered him. He didn’t see shit funny. He got a little closer to Candy and he could smell the stench of alcohol mixed the sweet aroma of her perfume. He stared at her undeniable beauty. She was by far one of the best hookers he had seen in quite some time. He never understood why females as beautiful as Candy always sold their bodies to the next bidder. They were so beautiful that they could get a man to take care of them with no problem, even if they were just a beauty with no brain. Men fell hard for a bad chick with a banging body.

Candy stood strong and tall as she threw her neck from side to side, daring the pimp to say or do something out of the ordinary.

Pimping Mims was what he went by. Despite all of the fake stuff he had on, he was still old school at heart. He had been pimping ever since Candy was on the nookie. If she didn’t know who he was she was going to learn today to respect a pimp. He balled his fist up with anger as Candy smirked while pushing his buttons. He reached back and knocked her clear in her mouth, wiping the smirk off of her face. Blood instantly started leaking from Candy’s mouth.

“Ahhh, Daddy!” she cried out for Blaze. The taste of blood graced the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue over top of her teeth to make sure he hadn’t knocked any more of her teeth out. It was bad enough that she was already missing five. Candy threw her head back, gathering up the spit and blood that rested in her mouth, and spat right into his face.

From there it was on. Everyone stood back and watched as the pimp beat Candy down. Candy balled up on the ground. Her ass was all out of her skirt and her body ached with a terrible amount of pain. She had too much pride to beg the pimp to stopped beating her. She’d asked for it and she sure as hell was getting it; heavy handed and heartless.

Blaze was in his car in the back seat, receiving a blowjob from one of his partner’s hoes; something that he shouldn’t have been doing. He heard the commotion, but didn’t know that it was Candy until Cinnamon came pounding on the car window.

Blaze held the girl’s head down so she wouldn’t be seen. “What you want Cinnamon? You know damn well not to be running up on this car while we out here. The Po-Pos or FEDs could be watching us.”

Cinnamon waved his paranoid ass off. He always thought someone was watching him. “Daddy, get out here now! Some pimp out here beating Candy’s ass.”

At the words, Blaze quickly hopped out of the back seat with his pants wrapped around his ankles. Cinnamon stared him up and down, but dismissed the thought of questioning him. Blaze didn’t go for the questioning thing and she was very aware of that.
I hope that bitch is paying him,
Cinnamon thought as she looked back at the girl who was hiding on the floor of the car.

Blaze made it to the scene, seeing many heads gathered around Candy who was laid out on the ground. He couldn’t tell whether the hoe was dead or alive. Knowing Candy, it was her mouth that had gotten her in trouble. Being Blaze, he approached the situation with no confrontation intended. “Aye pimping! What’s happening?” Blaze broke through the crowd.

Confirmation of Candy being amongst the living was received because as soon as she heard Blaze’s voice she got up and ran to his rescue.

“Aye hoe, back the fuck up,” Blaze snapped.

Candy stood on the side of Blaze. Everything that she told Blaze was a lie. She tried to make it seem like the pimp beat her for no reason.

Snow White hopped out of a trick’s car and approached the scene. Walking up on them, she heard pieces of the conversation. “Daddy, that hoe a lie,” Snow White interjected. “She was bad talking that nigga all up in his face and everything.”

Blaze looked around. Now other pimps were approaching the situation. He couldn’t dare look weak in front of the next because if he did shit would never be put to rest. He pinned Candy up by her collar. “Bitch, I’ma have to put your ass in check today!” he said through clenched teeth.

Snow White moved in even closer. At that moment she wished that she had a Pepsi soda and a bowl of extra buttery popcorn to watch the show front and center.

“Daddy, please,” Candy whined. It was bad enough that she had just gotten her ass beat, but a second ass whooping in one night was just a little too much for her.

Blaze threw Candy on the ground like a rag dog and began stomping her. “I done told your hot ass about this shit before! You gon’ learn today!” he screamed in rage.

After a few good stomps, Snow White whipped a Kleenex from out of her purse then rushed over and began wiping the sweat off of Blaze’s head. No matter what, she always catered to her king. Candy’s ass whooping didn’t put any limitations on the job that she was destined to do.

“Hoe, get up and get my fucking money,” Blaze roared.

Candy got up and ran to the nearest corner.

“Bitch, I told you before. You need to chill out before that nigga kill you. If you don’t want to be here, then get to stepping,” Cinnamon pep talked Candy as she helped her fix herself up.

Neither cinnamon nor any of the other girls ever understood Candy’s action. They started taking it as Candy loved the ass whoopings and the unwanted attention that Blaze gave her from acting up. They had it right on the nose. She was indeed an attention-seeking hoe. She wanted what she’d never gotten before: Love. To her the ass whoopings that Blaze dished out to her were the first steps to admitting the love that he had for her. She couldn't help that she was fiending for his love at all times. She was wrong, Blaze cared for the hoe, but his money was why he kept Candy around. If her pussy was to stop selling he would drop her quickly, like a bad habit, and that went for the rest of his hoes too.

~Chapter 10~

All four of the girls bunched up in the back of Blaze’s Cadillac sitting straight up. Enjoying the breeze in the front seat was Blaze’s newest edition to the family, his teacup Yorkie that he named Kitty. Every time Snow White looked at the dog she sucked her teeth with anger. She was Blaze’s main bitch and always occupied the front seat but now a damn dog was taking her place.

Blaze tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought about how he could better his situation, make his stable stronger, and bring in a bigger profit. The stress and the headache was putting a toll on him and he felt like the hoes he had weren’t worth all the bullshit and the extra baggage they brought with them. The money wasn’t flowing like it had months ago. He didn’t know whether or not he was slacking on his pimping or if his hoes were slacking on their missions. Regardless, shit had to change.

All of the girls sat in the back seat with their minds in different places. Snow White was pissed that the damn dog was occupying her front seat. It was the only thing she could think about. Dottie was lost in her own thoughts, thinking about a better way. She was already growing weary with the lifestyle that had chosen her more than she chose it. Cinnamon was thinking about a luxurious shopping spree. She loved money, clothes, and the finer things in life. As long as she got those items she didn’t give a damn about anything else. Candy was just thinking about life period. All she wanted in life was love. Her daddy’s love at that.

Blaze pulled up to the house and placed the car in park. Tonight he wasn’t into entertaining his girls. He had a lot to think about. “Y’all gone ‘head in there and get some rest. Tomorrow be up early,” he told them.

Snow White huffed as she got out of the car and slammed the back door in Cinnamon’s face. “So we ain’t getting any tonight?”

Blaze didn’t bother looking at Snow White. “Bitch, gone and get out my face before you find yourself picking
your
face up off this ground!” Blaze roared.

Snow White sucked her teeth, storming into the house. “It’s Blaze’s way or no way,” she mocked to herself.

Blaze laid in bed alone.  He was torn for many different reasons. He was tired of just making it or faking it until he made it. He put his life on line every day, all for the game that had chose him; the game that he had fallen in love with. The money, the fast life, the expensive cars, and the lavish things were all things he couldn’t see himself living without. But, it felt like trying to maintain all of those things was slowly killing him. He wasn’t ready to settle for the stress that the game came with. Things just had to change. As soon as the money came in, it felt like it went right back out. He had to generate a bigger profit. Blaze’s mind drifted off to his father and how he ran his business. Never a day did he see his father stress over money.

Blaze got out of bed, grabbed his robe, and made his way to the basement where his safe was located. He stared at the picture of his mother, which hung on the wall. The portrait had been hand painted by one of his old hoes. Blaze’s thoughts wondered back to his mother for a New York second. He carefully removed the painting and proceeded to the safe that rested in a hidden compartment behind it. Emptying the continents out the safe he began to count the money.

“All this fucking work and I only have $212,000 to my name. If these hoes left me tomorrow I wouldn’t be able to survive,” Blaze said aloud, talking to himself like he always did when he was in deep in thought or if something was bothering him.

Blaze got dressed and went to meet with one of his partners. He needed some legit advice. He needed a better plan.

*****

Blaze sat across the table from Pretty Boy Fly. Fly was one of the most well known pimps coming out of Chicago. He swore up and down that he originated pimping. He had been in the game for over twenty years. Pimping was his life. Pimping was
him
. He was one slick man. His mouth and his plans were even slicker. Since his first month of pimping he had been living like a king and never once did he turn back. His whole life was established and he didn’t mind bragging about it either. He had some of the baddest, most loyal hoes. Majority of his hoes were from exotic countries. Black girls were always off limits to him. He was in love with tan skin, long hair, and exotic eyes. None of his girls walked a hoe stroll. Fly’s hoes were way too high maintenance for that. One look at one of his girls and you would never think they were sleeping around with the highest bidder. They always remain well kept.

Blaze stared Fly up and down, checking out his fanciness. He made a mental note to himself that he was indeed going to get fly like Fly. For sure Blaze was already one fly slick nigga, but Fly was on a totally different level; a level that Blaze dreamed to be on. Fly sat across from Blaze wearing a black mink coat. Even though it was way too damn hot for the mink coat he still decided to wear it. He was pimping Fly and he could do stuff like this. He was laced in diamonds and gold from his earring to the big medallion cross that he wore around his neck.

He began to toy with his oversized diamond and gold pinky ring as he eyed his longtime friend, Blaze.

“What brings you here today?” Fly smiled.

The last time he’d seen Blaze the young pimp was asking him for a loan. The time before that, Blaze was asking him for yet another loan to purchase his home. He didn’t mind giving Blaze loans because he was somewhat like a loan shark. People borrowed from him and paid back the high interest rate that he charged.

Blaze glanced around at one of Fly’s businesses that they were sitting in. Fly owned a strip club, two nightclubs, and three restaurants. All of the money for the businesses came from the goods of one of his girls. In Fly’s eyes, pussy made the world go around.

“Man, I’m slipping.” Blaze admitted. “I just been thinking lately, I’m living this shit all wrong. Hell I’m supposed to be living good like you.”

“
Now
you realize that you are selling yourself short? Your allowing all these hoes to sell
themselves
short. It’s time for you to change your game up. I’m promise you, follow my lead and you’ll be right where you want to be. Right where you need to be,” Fly assured him.

Blaze sat back and sipped on his Henny and Coke as Fly planted seeds in his ear.

*****

Snow White sat on the edge of her bed pissed as shit. Blaze called her hours ago and told her to wake the girls up yet he didn’t show up nor was he answering his cell. She went into her top drawer and snatched $10 out and rushed out the house. A dime bag of Kush was going to settle her mind. When she came back Candy and Cinnamon were sitting on the front stoops laughing and drinking and having a good time.

“What y’all lazy asses doing?” Snow White raised her eyebrow. When Blaze wasn’t around she found it her duty to question the girls, interrogating them like they were on her payroll.

Candy rolled her eyes and continued her conversation with Cinnamon. Snow White got the hint that they didn’t want to deal with her so she stormed off into the house. The first thing she noticed was that the house was a mess. Neither of the girls got up and bothered doing any cleaning. She was tired of cleaning up after some filthy, lazy chicks. She went into her room and slammed the door behind her before throwing herself on the bed, landing on her back. Minutes later Snow White was laying with her right arm behind her head as she smoked a big, fat blunt to ease her mind. Her tolerance was very low. It only took a few inhales of weed for her to get high and a few shots of alcohol for her to get drunk.

Her mind wondered off to when she was a little girl. Snow White was only eleven years old when she discovered she was different from the rest. You couldn’t tell from just looking at her. Her outer body was just fine, but her mind was very dangerous. Her mother, Mia, worked hard and partied even harder. Her father? She never met the man a day in her life. Not that it mattered, she figured the bastard was off doing what he did best: being a dead beat father, getting women pregnant and leaving them just the way he’d done her mother.

While her mother worked so hard, she always kept a man around. Around this time she had Kevin around who was much younger than the men she usually preferred. But then again, who was to say that? Mia didn’t have a particular type of man that she preferred. Her preference always changed. One day he could be young, the next man could be old. One day her type was white, the next day she was no longer into white men. Point blank, as long as he had a penis and he was willing and able then she kept him around.

Mia was a young mother. She’d had Sasha at a very young age. After giving birth, she was left on her own with no guidance what so ever. So, she taught herself how to be a mother and never had anyone’s help aside from welfare. Too bad welfare didn’t train young mothers on how to parent.