Stripping Asjiah I (14 page)

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”
The red numbers on the alarm clock red 9:45 p.m.

“Who the fuck is banging on my door?” CJ lifted Asjiah’s head off his arm and carefully placed it on the pillow cautious not to wake her. He took a moment to admire her before throwing on a T-shirt and basketball shorts to go open the door.

“Who is it?” Looking through the peephole he could see Donte and Mike standing outside.
“What up?”
“Yo before ya’ll niggas start yapping at the mouth, hold that shit down cause wifey sleep in the bedroom.”
“We got you. We’re not trying to wake up the young assassin.” Placing the paper bag on the counter Donte took his Jordan’s off at the door.

“Man, you won’t believe the shit I just got into earlier. Remember I told you I had that hoe to go meet up with when I left here?” Mike began rolling a blunt as he waited for their response.

Leaning against the refrigerator CJ was still trying to wake up as he listened to his friend talk. “Yeah what about it?”

“Dude, I had that hoe doing all kinds of shit! I heard she was a freak but I didn’t know she got down like that. I mean she was sucking my shit like it had sugar on it. That bitch is loose dog, I ran up in that from the back.”

Donte took three glasses out the cabinet and began pouring shots of Hennessey. “Shut the fuck up. I was arguing with this fool the whole way here. He’s making that shit up. Besides, who ain’t banged some hoe from the back?”

Mike stopped to lick his blunt and admire his handy work before tucking it behind his ear. “Nah nigga, I ran up in her asshole!”
“ANAL?” CJ and Donte replied in unison.

“Anal!” Mike reached into his jacket and pulled out a small camcorder. “And I got that shit on tape.”
“Oh shit! Why we standing here talking about it then? Grab the ashtray and let’s start the show!”
The boys walked into the living room and took their normal seats. CJ connected the camcorder to the 42” LCD.
“D’ grab the remote.”

“I’m telling you, ya’ll bout to see some porno type shit!” Mike lit the blunt and sat back waiting for the movie to start. “I’m a start my own production company. Pussy by Mike!”

“Shut the fuck up dude.” Laughing CJ took the remote from Donte and sat on the leather chaise lounge and pressed play.

The screen went from black to blue as the counter appeared indicating that the tape would soon play. Mike’s bedroom appeared on the screen along with a girl lying on the bed. The cameraman, presumably Mike, adjusted the lens making it zoom in on the sleeping girl.

“Wake yo sexy ass up bitch.”

The girl began to stir as she sat up in the bed. She removed the sheet that had been covering her revealing a red panties and bra set. Covering her face was a red masquerade mask that she used to hide her identity.

“Crawl to the end of the bed.”
The boys watched as the girl complied with Mike’s instructions. “Now take ya’ bra off and show me them titties.”

The masked girl did as Mike asked allowing her bra to fall seductively off her shoulders.

“Damn!” CJ and Donte were in sync as they looked at the perfect d-cup titties that fell out of the girl’s bra. Her dark nipples erect from excitement seemed to be in 3-d as if giving them a personal invitation to come and taste them.

“Now get off the bed and come suck my dick.”

Donte, Mike and CJ looked on as the girl got on her knees and unzipped Mike’s jeans. She smiled while releasing his already hard dick from his boxers.

“Did I tell you to kiss my shit?” Mike tapped the girl on the head hard enough for her to understand that she had done something wrong. “I didn’t tell you to kiss my shit. I told you to suck it. Are you being a bad girl?”

“Yes daddy. I’m a bad girl.”
“You know what happens when you’re a bad girl right?”

The mysterious girl got off her knees, walked back over to the bed and got on all fours.
“Watch this! Watch this!” Anxious for what was about to happen, Mike looked at his friends.
As she positioned her ass perfectly in the air, her red panties gave clear view of her clean-shaven pussy.
“Oh shit! Where the rest of this hoes underwear?” Donte was on the floor now, sitting in front of the TV.
“There called crotch less panties or some shit like that. I told you this hoe was wild.”
“And I told ya’ll to shut the fuck up before ya’ll wake up A’.” CJ exhaled smoke as he looked back towards his bedroom where Asjiah was sleeping. They turned their attention back to the TV in time to see Mike enter her from the back causing her to scream.

“I was… a bad girl daddy. I’m sorry. Agh!”
CJ reached for the remote to adjust the volume.

“This bitch is a freak. Why didn’t you let me come through and get in on the action?” Donte sipped his drink careful not to take his eyes off the TV.

“D, I tried to call you but you weren’t answering.”
“Bullshit.”

‘Didn’t I say shut the fuck up?” CJ glanced back at the bedroom then at Donte and Mike.
“Pass that blunt my dude.” Mike reached for the blunt that had been rotating between the three boys.
“Turn over and let me see you.” The commentary between Mike and the masked girl continued as she turned over and allowed him to tittie fuck her.

“Give me that good shit daddy, that expensive shit.”
“What you want baby; diamonds or pearls?”
“Pearls baby, give me pearls.”

Mike began to stroke his dick faster and faster between the girls breast until he shot his seed all over her neck giving her the pearl necklace she asked for.

“Where did you find this hoe at?” CJ put down his glass and stretched out on the chaise.

“I met her at the Harvard deli. I saw her walking down the street and you already see how fat that ass is from the back so I had to stop her. You want her number?”

“Nah, I’m good.”
“I’m just trying to look out for you since we all know you not hitting that yet.” Mike looked over at Donte as they began to laugh.

“For real, why you not tapping A’ yet? If I had a chic that was as cold as Asjiah man, I would be in the house everyday!” Donte quickly regretted his comment as he saw the look on his cousin’s face.

“Shut the fuck up and watch the muthafuckin tape!”

After getting head from A’ earlier and watching this tape CJ was starting to get horny but he didn’t want to pressure Asjiah for sex after what she had been through. It had only been a week since the rape but still, he had needs and although he said he wouldn’t cheat on her again, he wondered how much longer he would have to wait. He thought of Corey and how easy it would be to dip out and go fuck her if he really wanted to. Turning his attention back to the TV, CJ tried to clear his mind.

“Now unless you want this dick in yo ass again, I suggest you listen to what I say and suck this shit!”
The girl got on her knees again and began to spit and suck on Mike’s dick.
“That’s right, suck that shit real good bitch.”
“Damn Mike, you man handling this hoe. That’s how you put it down.” Donte took the blunt and dapped Mike up at the same time.
*****
“You bet not even think about telling anyone what happened or I’m gone come back and have some fun with that fat lil ass of yours.”

Covered in sweat I jumped up from my sleep. My cell phone was beeping indicating that I had missed calls or voice messages. “11:45 p.m., shit. I didn’t mean to sleep this late.” I dialed my voice mail and waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“You have four new messages. First message:

“Hey girl, it’s Keyshia. I was just calling to say I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to come at you like that. I know you are too stuck up to really get down and dirty like me. Besides, between Angel and CJ one of them would beat yo ass if they heard you were doing threesomes and shit. I guess you’ll have to leave the big girl games to the big girls. I was just trying to put you on to some money.

Speaking of Money, I bumped into him out at Randall and he asked about you. I was trying to get him to come home with me but he kept saying that he wants you to be his princess and some other bullshit. I don’t understand why the fuck these niggas be on your team so hard. Anyway, I still think you should fuck him but that’s a conversation for another day. Get at me later! Love ya!”

Second message: “A’ this yo brother. I was just checking up on you. Get at me when you come back this way. Love you lil’ baby.”

Third Message: Hey girl, its Keesh again. I was just calling to see if you wanted to come through and help me get ready for this date I got. Nigga said he’d pay me $1500 if I let him fuck me in the ass and videotape it. I told him the tape is a stack alone so he’s going to toss me an extra $500 plus I told him I want to wear a mask so no one knows It’s me. Well, call me.”

Fourth Message: What up baby girl, this Money; I was just calling because you were on my mind or what not and I wanted to see if you wanted to get up or something. Hit me back when you get this.

“Money.” His name rolled off my tongue with ease as I shut my phone still half asleep and amazed at the things Keyshia said. Obviously nothing I said to her earlier had sunk in and she was still out here fucking for money. Last time I checked that made you a hoe right? Now some random nigga was paying her $2000 to videotape her? Wow. I guess everyone has their own hustle.

“Oh shit! Damn nigga!”

It sounded like the usual suspects were here. I opened the door and caught an immediate contact. The TV was up so loud they didn’t hear me walk into the living room.

“Now for being a good girl and taking this big dick for daddy, look what I got you.”

The girl caught what appeared to be a small baggie that Mike tossed to her. She smiled and pulled out a compact mirror and razor from her purse. Chopping up the powdery substance she began sniffing line by line. She was like a kid in a candy store and in an instance the coke was gone. Wiping her nose she rubbed the remainder of it on her gums then turned to the camera.

“Thank you daddy.” Crawling to the edge of the bed she pulled Mike down and straddled him. “Now let me ride it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I walked up to the chaise that CJ was laying on so I could get a better look at the masked girl. Immediately I remembered the voice mail that Keyshia had left me. “I told him the tape is a stack alone so he’s going to toss me an extra $500 plus I told him I want to wear a mask so no one knows it’s me.”

“Hey ma, did you get enough sleep?” CJ put his hands around my waist and pulled me down on the chaise.

“A’, what’s wrong?”
Too stunned to acknowledge what CJ was saying I stared at the TV. “A’, baby, are you okay?”
My mouth felt dry as I struggled to get the words out. “That’s Keyshia!”

ChApTER NINETEEN

“Let me get those gray and black 95’s in a size 10.”
“So you are stalking me now?” I looked up from the folding table to see Money smiling back at me.

“Nah, you weren’t returning my phone calls so I figure I might as well cure my depression by going shopping.” Money tossed me the shoe and winked at me. “So can you go get my shoe or are you not allowed to leave your little box?”

I looked around to make sure Tori and Monica were still on the floor before walking to the back.
“That’s a nice uniform.” Money sat down at one of the benches and waited for me to return.

I started working at Finish Line at the beginning of my junior year. It was cool because all of the staff was around the same age, it gave me somewhere else to go when I didn’t want to be in the house, plus it was a paycheck and I got all the latest shoes the day they came out. I got hired as the lead cashier so I wasn’t really on the floor much unless it was slow. Adrian told me to protect my “box” which was the cash wrap area so I was usually somewhere around there folding T-shirts.

Randall Park Mall was the spot to go if you lived in our hood especially if you didn’t have a car cause you could easily hop on the number 15 or the 19 and take the bus up here. There were plenty of jewelry stores where you could bargain with the Arabs to come off the price of those earrings or that chain you liked. There were about five tennis shoe spots, and other stores like Bakers that sold boots and sandals or what not for the females. Not to mention all the clothing stores that were up in here.

But it wasn’t the place to be if you were trying to be sneaky and cheat on yo girl or ya’ man because you would definitely get caught. Someone who knew someone else; that knew you, would see you and it would be over after that.

Me, Tori and Monica became thick as thieves a few weeks after we started working here. Tori lived out in Shaker and Monica stayed around the corner from me up on Judson. They put me on to their hustle after we became cool and showed me another way to get money.

We would get all the dudes we knew from around the way that would come in here when the J’s or the Air Max 95’s came out and they would get in our ear about a discount. So we would let them know when it was going to be busy, have them come in, go get their shoe and then sit it on the side of one of the benches. They would slide us some money tax free, grab the shoe and be out.

“We didn’t have a 10 but I got a 9 ½ and an 11.” I tossed the boxes on the floor, took one of the shoes out and began lacing it up. “They run a little big so the 9 ½ should work.”