Authors: Boston George

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Chapter Four

“It's about time you made some time for me,” Amanda said as she sat in the Jacuzzi wiggling her toes.

“I told you I was going to make some time for you this week,” Fresh said as the two relaxed in his condo out in Parkchester.

“Baby, come give me a massage,” Amanda said, setting her glass of Grey Goose on the side of the tub.

“Chill, why you always trying to make me work?” he asked playfully.

“
Por favor papi
,” Amanda begged in her Spanish accent, knowing when she spoke in Spanish Fresh would do anything she asked.

Five minutes into the massage Fresh heard his sidekick ringing.

“Who the fuck is this?” Fresh said out loud, flipping open his sidekick, noticing he had a new text message from Vanessa.

Baby, I miss you, I'm just sending you this message 'cause you were on my mind holla back

After he read the message, Fresh closed his sidekick and continued to massage Amanda's shoulders.

“Who was that?” she asked suspiciously.

“Business,” he replied defensively.

“It better be,” she warned. “
Pendejo.
” Amanda called him an asshole in Spanish because she knew that he couldn't understand her. It wasn't hard for him to get her back in the mood. He fondled her breasts and stuck his tongue down her throat and their antics resumed. He made her feel so good that she forgot they were ever interrupted.

While Fresh was kissing Amanda, he slipped his hand down in the water and began playing with her pussy.

“Mmm...” Amanda moaned softly as she bit on the bottom of Fresh's lip. She loved when he played with her pussy; something about that always just turned her on.

“I want to taste my pussy,” Fresh whispered as he guided Amanda out of the water. He made her sit on the rim of the Jacuzzi with her legs spread apart. She watched as Fresh slowly slid down between her legs.

As soon as he was faced with her pussy, he quickly took both of her feet out of the water and placed them on his shoulders. Fresh knew he had been fuckin' up with Amanda lately and planned on doing whatever he had to do to get back in good. First he planted soft kisses all over her pussy and clit, then he let his tongue pick up where his kisses left off.

“Ah,
papi
,” Amanda moaned as her body squirmed in pleasure. Seconds later, she wrapped her legs around the back of Fresh's neck as she began grinding her pussy on his tongue and face.

From the way Amanda moved and squirmed Fresh knew he was hitting her spot. He continued to lick her pussy, pretending his tongue belonged to a lizard.

Once Amanda came, she fought to get Fresh's face from between her legs. Her pussy was sensitive and she couldn't take it no more.

“Okay, okay, okay,” she laughed as she finally removed his face from her pussy.

“What's the problem?” Fresh asked with a smile on his face as he stood up dripping wet.

“I thought you were a professional.” He laughed purposely, standing directly in front of her so his hard dick was only inches away from her face.

“Oh, you talking shit,
papi
?” Amanda asked in her heavy accent as she grabbed Fresh's dick and began jerking it while she questioned him.

“What you want me to do to this dick? You want me to suck it?”

“Yeah, I want you to suck it,” Fresh replied as if he was about to die.

“You want me to suck it like this?” Amanda asked as she took the whole thing into her mouth and held it there for seven seconds before releasing it, only to put the head back in her mouth while she roughly stroked his shaft with both of her hands.

“Damn,” Fresh moaned as he grabbed a handful of Amanda's hair and began guiding her head with his hand. The way she was pulling and sucking on his dick, it took him no time to cum in her mouth.

“Oh my God, baby, you are the best,” Fresh exclaimed as him and Amanda slid back into the Jacuzzi and just got their chill on.

“This is the easiest job in the world, all we have to do is baseball some clown down and get paid,” Pooh Bear said, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“How long you been working for Fresh?” Pop asked, trying to make conversation.

“About a year and a half now,” Pooh answered, searching his memory.

“So what happens if we go to bat these clowns down and they strapped?”

“I never leave the house without my ratchet,” Pooh answered, lifting up his shirt to reveal the handle of his .380. “You never know what might jump off, nah mean?”

“Yeah, I hear you,” Pop answered, staring blankly out the window and suddenly feeling like the baseball bat in his hand wasn't enough.

When Pooh Bear pulled up on the block, two young kids had the block popping. The two youngsters hustled out in the open like what they were doing wasn't a crime.

“Yo, I'm going to keep these mu'fuckas still while you bat them clowns down,” Pooh said as he pulled up directly in front of the kids.

“Don't y'all even think about moving”, Pooh growled, aiming his .380 at the two kids.

“Yo, what's this all about?” one of the kids asked in a light whisper.

“Shut the fuck up,” Pop spat as he swung the bat at the young kid's legs, dropping him instantly.

Once the kid hit the ground, Pop batted him down until he finally passed out. When he finished with the kid Pop quickly moved on to the next kid as a big crowd started to form.

“Chill, son, chill,” the kid begged, but it did him no good. Pop swung the bat like he was Barry Bonds.

“A'ight, that's enough” Pooh said as he kneeled down and grabbed the kid by his shirt.

“This block belongs to Fresh, you understand?”

“Yes,” the kid whispered through a pair of bloody lips and a bloody nose.

“If we have to come back again somebody is going to get killed,” Pooh said in a icy tone as he punched the kid in the face one last time for good measure.

“You see, that wasn't so bad,” Pooh chuckled as the two men hopped back in the truck and headed back to the projects.

“Before we go back to the hood, take me to Jimmy Jazz so I can pick up a few pieces,” Pop said, pointing at his clothes.

“Yeah, you definitely need to do that. I wasn't going to say nothing but you look like a fuckin' bum,” Pooh joked as he headed to 125
^thStreet.

When Pop finally made it back to the projects, he headed straight upstairs so he could change his clothes.

“Yo, nobody better touch my shit, and I ain't playing,” Pop warned, looking at his brothers and sister. He'd worked too hard for one of them trying to sneak and wear his shit.

Ten minutes later, Pop stepped out the building looking like a new man. He let his Red Monkey jeans sag on his Tims. Up top he wore a white T, with a Yankees fitted hat that covered his eyebrows.

When Pop stepped back outside, he noticed that he was walking different; his whole swagger had changed. He didn't know it, but having a pocketful of money boosted his ego.

“Okay, I see you looking like new money,” Pooh said playfully.

“Come on, you know I had to step my game up, shit you was making me look bad, my nigga!” Pop said, giving Pooh a pound.

“I can dig it, but yo, we just have to look after these workers, make sure everything goes smoothly, look out for stickup kids, niggas trying to steal, and shit like that.”

“This job is mad easy,” Pop said.

“Nah, you just had an easy first day,” Pooh assured him.

As the two men sat talking they noticed a dirty crackhead walk up.

“What up, Pooh? You think you can look out for me today?” the dirty bum asked.

“Lucky, I just hooked you up two days ago,” Pooh reminded him.

“As much money as I bring in, I know you can toss me something,” Lucky said, trying to give Pooh a pound.

Pooh looked at the dirty man's hand like it was infected with HIV “Nigga, didn't I just hook you up the other day? Damn, nigga, if you can't support your habit then you should get a new one or just quit,” he told the crackhead.

“Come on, Pooh,” Lucky begged. “You know my money is always straight, plus, my white friend is coming through later on with a pocketful of money, and you know I'm going to bring him here to spend with your peoples.” As Lucky talked he scratched the nasty rash that was on his neck spreading down to his back.

“Here man, here,” Pooh said, handing Lucky a ten-dollar bill. “Now get the fuck up out of here.”

“Good looking, Pooh, you the best,” Lucky said with a toothless smile, heading straight to one of the workers so he could get a blast.

“Would you believe this nigga had this whole hood on smash back in the day?” Pooh said, letting out a light chuckle.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Pop stated in disbelief.

“Word, B. Nigga used to give me dollars when I was a youngin . Crazy how shit turn out, right?” Pooh said, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” Pop answered, looking at Lucky walk off to get his fix.

As Pop sat chilling, sitting on top of the bench, he saw Blondie from the Chinese restaurant coming his way.

“Yo, anybody got trees over here?” she asked, looking directly at Pop.

“Yeah, my man got it right there,” he answered quickly, pointing to the young hustler sitting on top of the bench.

“A'ight, good looking,” Blondie responded as she headed to cop some bud.

Yo, I'm feeling shorty for some reason,
Pop thought as he kept his eyes on the young lady.

“Yo, ma, you live here?” he asked, approaching the pretty young thing.

“Yeah, I live right there in building two,” she replied pointing.

“I'm going to have to chill with you one of these days,” Pop said trying to sound extra smooth.

“That sounds cool to me,” Blondie replied, licking her lips seductively.

“Yo, where your phone at?” Pop asked smoothly.

Blondie reached down in her purse and pulled out her phone. “You got me pulling out my phone, you better be about to give me your number,” she said in a sexy voice.

“Don't take my shit if you not gonna use it,” Pop said with a smile.

“I am going to call you,” Blondie said, trying not to blush as she locked Pop's number inside her phone.

“What's good, you got a number?'

“Yeah, everybody calls me Nika.”

“A'ight, I got you. My name is Pop, I'm going to call you later on tonight.”

“A'ight, do that,” Nika said throwing a little extra switch in her walk knowing Pop was watching.

“Yeah, I'm going to shagg that,” Pop said looking at Nika's ass as she walked off.

“She must be new around here because I ain't never seen her before,” Pooh stated as he noticed Fresh's Range Rover pull up to the side of the curb.

“Yo, Pop, let me holla at you for a minute,” Fresh said, waving him over. “I heard you took care of business earlier,” he stated.

“Business is business,” Pop responded smoothly

“Come take a ride with me,” Fresh said.

When Pop made it to the truck he noticed that Rusty was driving.

“Yo, you ever shot a gun before?” Fresh asked.

“Nah, I never could afford one,” Pop replied.

Fresh smirked because he knew that it was probably for the best that Pop hadn't owned a gun.
This li l nigga would've terrorized the entire projects if he had a burner on him.

“Let me ask you a question. Do you like working for me?”

“It's okay I guess, the money is good,” Pop answered honestly.

“Listen kid, I hired you âcause I see that fire inside of you, the same fire I got in me, but don't get it twisted, li'l nigga. Out here in these streets you can lose your fuckin' life like this,” Fresh said, snapping his fingers. “That's why Rusty is my personal bodyguard,” he said as the truck came to a complete stop.

“Come on, li'l nigga, let me get you into beast mode,” Fresh said, leading the two men into a warehouse.

When Pop stepped in the warehouse he saw a tableful of guns and a bunch of big wood boards hanging up.

“Yo, Rusty, teach this nigga how to shoot,” Fresh ordered as he sat on the edge of the table and looked on.

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