Bitch (2 page)

With that my moms' skeletal body disappeared into her dungeon of a bedroom. She was practically sentencing me to the homeless shelter. There was no way I could give her a thousand dollars a month unless I worked twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week at the detail shop. But what made this so fucked up was that my moms basically wanted me to pay for her out-of-control drug habit. This wasn't even about the bills because our Section 8 rent and other bills totaled no more than four hundred dollars a month. Because the street life had beaten down my moms, she was beating me over the head with bullshit.

With my moms giving me no way out, I began my own hustle. I decided to get the money by selling my ass, but I was going to pick and choose who was able to play between my legs. My job at the car detailing shop came in handy. Nothing but topof-the-line hustlers parlayed through, but before, I never gave them the time of day. They were always trying to holla at a sistah, but the shade I gave them was thick.

Boogie, my boss, appreciated that. He was an older dude who took his illegal drug money and opened up his shop. He was in his forties, donned a baldhead and wore two basketball sized diamond studs in each ear. He wore sweat suits and a new fresh pair of sneakers everyday. He could afford any type of car he wanted, but he remained loyal to Cadillac Devilles. He had three: one in red, white and black.

"Boogie, who that nigga in the drop-top Beamer?" I asked when some dude I'd never seen before pulled up.

"Oh that's Azar. He moved here from Philly, why you ask?"

"I ain't neva seen him `round here before, and I wanted to know who he was."

"Is that all, Precious?" Boogie asked, knowing it was more than that.

"Actually, to keep it real wit' you Boogie I'm looking for a man."

"What?" Boogie stopped dead in his tracks. "Looking for a man? One of the reasons I digged you so much, Precious, was because you wasn't fucking with none of these hustlers that came through here. Why the sudden change?"

"I'm not gonna get into all that Boogie, but I will tell you I really don't have a choice. I need money and fucking wit' a fo-sho nigga seems to be the only way to get it."

"Precious, you are much too young to have those types of worries. I could always give you a raise."

"Boogie, unless that raise is a few thousand dollars then it ain't gonna do me no good." Shit, I figured if I had to give my moms a thousand dollars a month, I might as well make a few for me. If I had to sell my ass, then I might as well get top dollar.

"I don't know what you need all that money for, Precious, but if you looking to fuck with a baller, then let me school you on a few things. For one, get your fuck game right."

"What you mean by that?"

"I mean if you want one of these niggas out here to spend some serious paper on you, you gotta learn to sex them real good. You know you're a beautiful girl, so attracting a big timer's attention is the easy part. But to have a nigga willing to spend the way you want, your head and pussy game have to be on point. Just giving you something to think about."

I watched as Boogie went outside to talk to a few guys that just pulled up in G5's. I was still thinking about the advice he gave me. Boogie was right, if I wanted to really land a hustler and keep him, I had to get my fuck game in order. The funny thing was from watching my moms selling her ass all my life, it turned me off from sex. I was probably the last virgin in my hood. I definitely needed a lot of work, and I needed to find someone that I could practice on before I actually went out there and tried to find my baller.

After work I came home and my moms was lying in her regular spot on the dingy couch. She was so bad off that she would've had to pay a nigga to fuck her. I hated to see my moms so broken down. One thing I promised myself was that no matter what, I would never let myself go out like that. I would play niggas; they would never play me.

Sex You Op

ince time wasn't on my side, I only had a week to scope out all the dudes that were coming in and out the detailing shop. I was carefully seeking out my victim. He had to be cute, paid and, hopefully, willing to spend his money freely. In two more weeks it was going to be the first and my moms was still threatening to throw me the fuck out.

I had narrowed down my search to three dudes. The nigga Azar, was actually my first choice, because not only did he have the drop-top beamer, but he also came through in a Range and a big body Benz. He was a fine ma'fuckah, too. He put me in the mind of Allen Iverson, with the cornrows and all. But Boogie forewarned me that the nigga was gangsta. You couldn't half-ass him. He wasn't just giving his money to any of random bitch. Yo' shit had to be tight.

Since I still hadn't learned how to fuck, I was a little skeptical about trying my hand with him. The other two dudes were some come up type niggas. They were always trying to kick it with me. They would hit me off with a hundred dollar tip when they paid. I knew them dudes would lace me with some real paper if I gave them some.

Plus they were only aight' in the looks department. They would pay me just so they could sport a dime piece. They were the easy marks, but I wanted Azar. Something about him made my pussy wet.

On a rare day of going to school I peeped my corny-ass neighbor Jamal. He was a real straight-laced type dude. He was a rare guy in the neighborhood who had a mother and father in his home. They were a hard working couple, but due to their lack of education, they were barely getting by.

Jamal was supposed to be their savior. See, Jamal was a certified genius. He was only in ninth grade but taking twelfth grade classes. There was no doubt he would get a full scholarship to any college of his choosing. All the top prep schools around the country wanted him to attend their school, but Jamal's parents refused to let him leave home.

They felt he was too young and would get brainwashed in the white man's world. So he just took all advanced classes in preparation for his college departure.

"What's up, Jamal?" I walked up beside him. His eyes damn near popped out of his thick-rimmed bifocals. Which didn't surprise me, because we had been living next to one another our entire lives and I never spoke more than two words to him besides, "Nigga move"?

"Precious." He paused for a minute, looking at me, not sure if he heard me correctly.

"Yeah, what's up, Jamal?" I asked in a sweet voice. "How you doing?"

"I'm doing okay. Just on my way home to study for an exam I have in a couple of days." I couldn't front, the dedication that dude had for his books was crazy. I had to admit I somewhat admired the ghetto nerd.

"That's cool. I was wondering if maybe we could study together. I've been working so hard at my part-time job that I fell behind on a lot of work. I was hoping you could help me catch up. I know how smart you are."

By this time Jamal and I had stopped at the top of the stairs of our high school. He was the first to notice some students stopping and staring at our odd pairing. But I didn't give a damn. I needed this nigga so fuck what they thought.

"Precious, you want to study with me? But you don't even like me."

"Jamal, that's not true. I just always got so much to deal with." Everybody in the building and surrounding parts knew my moms was a crack whore. His parents would even come over sometimes complaining about hearing the bed banging up against their wall when my moms was servicing her clients. By the way Jamal was looking at me, I could tell he felt sorry for me. I don't normally like pity but whatever would accomplish what I needed to get done.

"OK. When do you want to study?" I knew Jamal was looking forward to helping me out, especially since he had a crush on me since he was eight years old.

"How about today?" I knew that seemed sudden, but time wasn't on my side.

"I don't know, Precious. I really need to study for my exam, how about Wednesday? By then I would've taken the test."

"Jamal, you know you'll ace that exam with your eyes closed. I really need you today." I could see that he was debating it in his mind so to warm him up I stroked his hand and said, "Please, Jamal, you do want me to pass." With that we headed home.

I knew Jamal's parents both worked two jobs and didn't get home until after nine. For the first hour we worked on English and Math. I was trying to pay attention and seem interested in what Jamal was teaching, but my mind was on something else. Finally I had to get down to the nifty gritty of what I needed him for. "Jamal, have you ever had sex before?"

"Excuse me?" Jamal belted out, looking obviously shocked by my question.

"You heard me. Has your little thing ever gotten wet off some pussy juices?" I knew my line of questions was making Jamal uncomfortable, but I had to get right to it.

"Precious, we're supposed to be studying, not talking about sex."

"I know, Jamal, but there's a reason for this. See, I'm a virgin." I could see Jamal eyeing me sideways as if I was lying. With my mother being a known whore and all, I'm sure I was the last person he expected to be a virgin.

I continued, "I'm interested in dating this guy, but see he is used to experienced women. If I tried to get with him and he knew I was a virgin, he would laugh at me like I was some little girl. I need to be able to hold my own when we get down to it."

"That's interesting, Precious, but how do I fit in with any of that?"

"I want to practice learning how to fuck on you." As soon as the words left my lips, Jamal's skinny ass fell off his chair and hit the hardwood floor. He patted his hands on the floor looking for the bifocals that flew off his face. It was obvious he was damn near blind without them so I went to assist him with his search. I knelt down and handed him his glasses and for the first time got a good look at Jamal. He wasn't bad looking; almost cute. He had full, thick eyebrows that highlighted his light reddish skin. His profound jaw line gave him an al most model look.

"Here you go, Jamal," I said as I put his glasses back on.

"Thanks, Precious," Jamal said as he brushed himself off and stood up extra straight, trying to pretend he wasn't embarrassed by his fall. "Where were we?" Jamal grabbed my English book, diverting his attention from the proposition I just made him.

"We were talking about us, Jamal. Why won't you let me sex you up? I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it."

"Sex me up? Why me? Precious, you're the prettiest girl in our school, probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Any guy would love to be your first," he said in a way that echoed his confusion as to why I was interested in having sex with him.

"Listen, Jamal. Honestly, for some reason I feel I can trust you. I don't believe you'll run around telling everybody we fucked. You know how these clown-ass niggas out here are. They'd have a field day letting the whole hood know they popped my cherry. It's also very convenient because we live right next door to one another. Come on, Jamal. It'll be fun."

I tapped my foot as Jamal stood there thinking about who knows what-I had no idea. Any other boy in his position would give their right arm to have sex with me but he probably felt some kinda way. He probably figured he would remain a virgin until he was at least twenty-one and his first time would be with his wife. But if he was as smart with the ladies as he was with the books, he would jump at the once in a life time opportunity. How many boys were actually able to have sex with their first crush?

"OK, I'll do it." Jamal was quiet for a moment. "When do you want to get started?" Jamal questioned, probably hoping I would say in about a week. That would then give him time to watch some porno's that I'm sure his father had stashed somewhere, and practice his own moves. I know he secretly hoped that maybe this would turn into more than an experiment for me, and he could become my boyfriend.

"Today," I said as I began unbuttoning my jeans and pulling off my sweater. Before Jamal knew it, I was standing in front of him with just my bra and panties on. It was obvious the only woman he had seen in person with her bra and panties on was his mother and she definitely didn't look like me. Jamal's dick instantly perked up as he studied my smooth, unblemished skin. I grabbed the condom that was in my jean pocket and handed it to Jamal.

"We definitely not tryn' to make no babies up in here." By being so aggressive, I knew Jamal doubted my virginity story.

"Where do you want to do the deed at?"

"A bed would be nice," I said, wanting to get started. See, to me this was a job, a potential well-paying one. Jamal led me to his cramped bedroom full of scientific posters and what looked to be chemistry projects. He had to knock a pile of books off the center of his bed so we could get busy.

After Jamal just stood staring at me for five minutes, I realized I would have to lead the way. He was totally petrified, but it didn't matter because I planned on doing all the work anyway. After stripping him down to his underwear, I could see his dick trying to escape his boxer shorts. I was surprised that he was working with a nice-sized tool. I began reaching for his boxers, but he lightly pushed my hand away like he was scared.

"Come on, Jamal. We almost there. Ain't no reason for you to be afraid." He finally lay down on the bed, after he took off his underwear. I stepped out of my bra and panties and decided to ride him like a horse jockey.

I heard that if you want to have control over a man you need to ride him. I definitely wanted to control Azar, so my pony game had to be tight. I ripped open the condom package and slid it on Jamal's dick. I could feel his body shaking due his nervousness. It was a damn shame that the blind was leading the blind, but I had no doubt we would both be pros before long.

I lifted my ass on top and took the tip of Jamal's dick and slowly let it play with the lips of my pussy. Then as I started getting wet, I led it to the center of my clit. Jamal was now making low moans as I let the head go in a little deeper. I wanted to take my time because, shit, I was a virgin and I wanted to minimize the pain as much as possible. I then let another three inches slide inside of me and I let out a slight scream as he hit that spot.