Trife Life To Lavish (A King Production Presents...) (7 page)

"Shi-i-i-t! Carmelo bringing in paper like
that? Damn, I might need to holla' at that nigga
about doing some business," Radric said, with
astonishment in his voice.

"That was the same thing I said. But I've been
to the crib, and this spot is hot. I mean, Manhattan
skyline, top-of-the-line appliances and fixtures,
including a washer and dryer. Fitness facility,
motherfuckin' indoor parking, and to top it off, a
private rooftop terrace with a gas grill. The shit is
too tight."

"I need to step my game up. Shit, I thought you were the only one that was making money
like that in Queens, Renny. Carmelo's out there
grinding for real."

Renny remained silent, listening to Tierra and
Radric go back and forth about how Carmelo was
doing it big, and how Nichelle was benefiting from
it. He found the conversation informative, especially
since he hadn't forgotten about the young beauty
who caught his eye many weeks ago.

"I wish I could stay, but I have some business
to handle," Renny said, getting up from the chair.

"Man, you leaving already? But the game ain't
even over," Radric complained.

"You know them niggas ain't coming back
when they down by twenty. That game's over."

"True," Radric admitted.

"I'll get up wit' you tomorrow." Renny gave
Radric a pound, while he stood up about to leave.
"See you later, Tierra."

"Bye, Renny." Tierra was happy as hell that
she finally got Radric alone so she could handle
her business with him.

"Tierra, take your clothes off and get comfortable,"
Radric suggested as soon as Renny shut the door.

"I got you." Tierra unzipped her dark-grey
leather snakeskin platform boots. She then slipped
off her jeans and low-cut sweater, ready to service
the man who would supply the cash she needed to
get caught up on her rent and car note.

"Damn, your chocolate ass sexier than a
motherfucker!" Radric said, smacking Tierra's ass,
then squeezing it tightly with his hand. "Now kiss
on my dick real good," he continued, unzipping
his jeans.

"You know I can't wait to wrap my lips
around your shit, but baby, I need you to do me a
favor first."

"What's that, baby girl?" he asked, as he
unclipped Tierra's lace bra and began pulling down
her panties. "You know I need to see all that fine
flesh when I'm fucking your mouth."

"No problem baby, just do me that favor."

"You still ain't told me what it is."

"I need two stacks to get caught up on my
rent and car note."

"I got you. Just suck me off real good first."

Tierra quickly debated in her head whether
she should get the cash first, or go ahead and suck
his dick. She wanted the money in her hand now,
but she felt Radric was good for it. They had been
fucking around long enough that she had no doubt
he would cough up two thousand dollars.

"Lay back, baby, and relax. I'ma make you
feel real good." And that's what Radric did. He
continued smoking his blunt with one hand, and
playing with Tierra's tits with the other as she got
her deep throat on.

Tierra was working her tongue and mouth action like her life depended on it, and in her mind,
it did. Her time had officially ran out. For all the
designer shoes, purses and little trinkets she had
piled up along the way from fucking with `hood
ballers, she was now totally cash broke. Radric was
the only dude she was dealing with who could
possibly hit her off with the money she needed.
Because if he didn't, her only option was to go
back home to the projects she had escaped from.

"Damn baby, you earning that dough! Suck that
dick!" he moaned, pulling on the top of her hair.

Tierra took it all in stride, and continued on
like a champion as she felt Radric's dick pulsating,
ready to cum. She tried to pull her head away so
he wouldn't bust off in her mouth, but Radric wasn't
having it. He grabbed her hair even tighter and held
her head still so she couldn't move. Next thing she
knew, her mouth was full of nasty, tart tasting cum.

"Go `head and swallow!" Radric demanded,
still grasping her hair tightly.

Tierra had no choice but to ingest every drop.
It was either that, or choke to death. She tried to
look at it from the bright side; at least she would
have the money needed to pay her bills.

"That, shit felt good, huh?" Tierra smiled.

"Damn sure did. That might be the best
blowjob I ever had." Radric stood up and started
taking off his clothes. "I need to take a shower, and
then we can continue on to part two. I fucked your mouth, now I need some of that pussy."

"Sounds good to me. But, umm, can I get
that money?" Tierra rubbed her fingers together,
feeling that even if they didn't fuck, she had already
earned her money.

"Oh yeah, let me get you that." Radric reached
in his front pocket, turning his back. "Here you
go," he said, handing some money to Tierra.

Tierra's mouth dropped, "This is only four
hundred dollars! Where's the other sixteen-hundred
I need?"

"Sorry, baby girl, but this is all I got."

"Radric, stop fuckin' playing wit' me! I know
you got more money than this."

"Shit's a little slow right now. Be happy I
gave you that."

"You let me suck your dick and bust your
nasty cum in my mouth, and you talking this all you
got? Come on, you have to do better than that."

"Tierra, I told you that's all I got," he stated
firmly. "Now I'm taking a shower. You welcome to
join me."

"I'll pass."

"A'ight, be lying in the bed when I get out."

Tierra was so pissed, her eye began twitching.
She felt Radric had completely played her, but she
wasn't letting him get away with it. After she heard
him turn on the shower, she went over to his jeans
and began searching his pockets. It didn't take long for her to see the wad of hundred dollar-bills
bulging out of the back pocket. "This nigga ain't
shit! He got all this bread and only wanna give me
a measly four hundred dollars! Oh, I'll show his
monkey ass what's really good."

She then noticed a small bag of dope in one
of his other pockets, and decided to take that too
and sell it to one of the corner dealers for some
more cash.

"Bitch, what the fuck you doing? I know yo'
trick ass ain't tryna rob me!"

Tierra was completely caught off guard and
almost peed on herself. "Nah, your jeans fell on the
floor and I was picking them up."

"You a fuckin' liar! Open up your hands."

"Stop trippin', Radric. I told you what happened."

Radric lunged at Tierra, grabbed her by the
shoulders, and then forced her to open the palm of
her hands. "I knew yo' ho ass was scandalous!" he
yelled, looking at the money and drugs Tierra was
holding.

Tierra didn't know what to say. She had literally
been caught red-handed. "It's not what you think!"

"I don't let nobody steal from me, including
my mama, let alone some `hood ho." He grabbed
the money and drugs out of Tierra's hand.

"Radric, you need to calm down."

"No, you need to get the fuck out before I
catch a case behind fuckin' wit' you." He let go of Tierra and began collecting all her shit.

"What are you doing?" Tierra was confused
until Radric had all her shit in his hand, and then
opened the door, tossing everything, from her
clothes, shoes and purse, into the hotel hallway.
"Nigga, is you crazy!"

"Yeah, for fuckin' wit' yo' ass!" he said,
holding the door open. "Now, get the fuck out!"

"I can't leave, nigga. I ain't got no clothes on."

"I don't give a fuck!" He walked over to her,
and before she could continue to plead her case,
he lifted her body off the floor and tossed her in
the hallway, butt naked.

Radric slammed the door in Tierra's face,
leaving her to bang on the door, begging him to let
her back in. But he could care less. He went into
the bathroom and took his shower, erasing Tierra
out of his mind for good.

There comes a time when all friendships are tested.
When it climaxes to that point, it's as if the clock
is ticking on a silent bomb that only each friend
can hear in their head. And however the drama
unfolds, it decides whether the clock stops and the
friendship is kept intact, or if it explodes and all
hell breaks loose.

"Yo, I'm so fucked up right now," Tierra said,
as she pulled on a Newport.

Nichelle listened and watched in concern as
her best friend's leg wouldn't stop shaking. "Tierra,
calm down. It will all work out."

"Not this time. I'm so fucked. I need money!
How did shit get so bad so quick?"

Between trying to console her friend, Nichelle
was also stressing about the ashes that were
conveniently falling from Tierra's cigarette onto the glass table, instead of into the empty soda can. "I'll
be right back," she said, rushing off.

"Where are you going? Don't you see I need
your full attention? Dang!" Tierra sighed.

Nichelle was trying to do just that, but she also
knew what a neat freak Carmelo was, and he would
be pissed the fuck off to come home to cigarette
fumes and ashes on the living room table.

"Use this," Nichelle suggested, putting a wide
cup on the table.

"What's wrong with me using my can?"

"I think because the hole is a tad small so
you're missing it, and all the ashes are dropping on
the table. This cup is a lot bigger."

Tierra looked down at the glass table and
clearly she was missing the mark. But she never
liked to be told what to do, even when she was in
the wrong. "Whatever!" she huffed, continuing to
get her smoke on.

Nichelle picked up the can and wiped the
table clean, then began spraying some clean linen
scented Lysol.

"Is all that necessary?"

"Carmelo might be home any minute, and
you know how funny he is."

"No, I don't. Why don't you tell me."

"Well..."

"I was joking, Nichelle! You don't have to
explain Carmelo to me," Tierra said, cutting her off.

Nichelle didn't appreciate how short Tierra
was being, but she excused it on the stress she was
under. "Listen, I have a couple hundred dollars I
could give you. Maybe that'll help."

"I appreciate the offer, Nichelle, but I need
more than a couple hundred dollars. But, there
might be a way you can help."

"Tell me what it is. You know I got you."

Tierra sat back and took a long pull off her
cigarette before smashing it inside the cup. "I was
thinking, maybe you can ask Carmello for the
money. You know I'm good for it once I get back
on my feet."

Nichelle swallowed hard, digesting the
request of her best friend. Then out of habit, she
pulled on her long ponytail, which she tended to
do when nervous or unsure about something.

"Nichelle, what you nervous about?" Tierra
asked, knowing all too well her friend's behavioral
patterns.

"I'm not nervous."

"Yes the fuck you are. You always pull on
your damn hair when you shook about some shit.
It's just two grand, that's nothing for Carmelo."

"True, but how do I ask him for the money
without pissing him off."

"Tell him my mom is sick, and that I need the
money for some medical bills."

"You mean lie!"

"Nichelle, stop acting so fuckin' stupid. You
have lied before."

"Yeah, but not to Carmelo."

"Look, this some serious shit. We vowed to
always have each other's back. Wasn't I the one
that would always defend you from the girls in the
neighborhood tryna fight you? Wasn't I the one that
would use my money to buy you fly gear, when
yo' mama was trying to dress you in shit from the
Salvation Army? Aren't I the one who is responsible
for you having them straight ass teeth instead of the
jacked up ones you were born with? Didn't I-"

"Okay, okay, okay! I owe you. I understand
that. I'll ask Carmelo for the money, just..." before
Nichelle could finish her sentence, she heard the
door opening.

"Who the fuck been smoking in here?" were
the first words out of Carmelo's mouth.

Nichelle walked quickly to the door ready to
do damage control. "Hey, baby, sorry about that.
Tierra had one cigarette. She a little stressed about
her mom," she said, eyeing Tierra and already
beginning the set-up for her money request.

"You know I don't like that shit. If she
wanna smoke, she need to go on the balcony,"
Carmelo said, not even saying hi to Tierra, or
even acknowledging her with as little as some eye
contact.

"She will next time, baby." Nichelle gave Carmelo a brief kiss and then went back to sit down
with Tierra as Carmelo went to the master bedroom.

"Good looking out. Now, I think you should
go head and ask him for the loot," Tierra said, in a
low tone.

"Now? I think I should wait until later on,
after he's had time to relax."