Durty South Grind (6 page)

His mouth flew open and his eyes bucked wide. “Oooh-weeee, man, whaddafuck?” He wiped a river of sweat off his brow. “Feels like freebasing coke; godayum, this shit be good.”

JJ squinted at him.
Damn, partner was down for a helluva long time. No wonder he acting so strange.
“Yeah, dog, that's exactly what it is.”

“No shit, where you come up with this, yo?”

JJ looked at him like he had lost his mind. “Come on, dude, you did a pretty long bit but it won't that fucking long. I know you had to hear how lethal this shit done got.”

“Damn, man, this here's some really good stuff. And yeah, I heard something about it for years, but you know how it is in that dungeon. You never really know.”

JJ turned his nose up a tab. “Yeah, man, this be the shit. Yep, rock cocaine, and the bitches be whatever to get a hit of this shit.” He got up and looked down the hall again before he continued, “That's what it is, dog; the same from back in day when yo ass was freebasing, except folk be using stuff that's a lot more potent these days. And like I said, the honeys be giving it up big time, for real, yo.”

“For real,” Sparkle repeated with a smile spreading from ear to ear. “A nigga could really use a shot of pussy, for sho.”

“Hey, man, that's exactly what we getting ready to do. But first we gotta bag up some of this stuff. Might as well clock some dollars while you get your nuts out the sand.”

“True dat; true to muthafucking dat.” Sparkle grinned hard as hell and started rubbing his crotch vigorously.

JJ got up from the table, put a finger to his mouth and tiptoed back to the closet.

Starting to feel a little jittery himself, he also looked down the hall to Debra's bedroom.
Damn, he sho don't want Boo Bear to know.

As if he were reading his thoughts, JJ said, “Man, no way we can let Debra know we doing this shit. Man, she really be tripping; especially with little Ebony and Mike around.”

Sparkle got up from the table and went to sit back on the couch. He felt real good. “Yeah, I can't blame her. So what's up now?”

JJ reached into the shoebox and took out some miniature Ziplocs in various colors. He placed them in separate piles on the table. Immediately Sparkle started fingering them. JJ watched him for a moment and got up to peek around the corner again before he crept into the kitchen.

Damn, dude's starting to give me the creeps. I've gotta watch his ass,
Sparkle thought.

JJ tiptoed back to the table, placed a saucer on it and poured a load of the cubes in it. He took the time to light up one more hit before he got down to biz. “Check this out, dog, pick out the bigger ones, like these; they are twenties. Put them in these brown bags. And the smaller ones; they are dimes, so put them in the red ones.”

Sparkle, his mind focused on getting some pussy, immediately responded by picking up the bags, opening them and sliding rocks inside. JJ nodded in approval.

They worked in silence as they bagged up at least a couple dozen before JJ gathered up the stuff and put the remainder back in the shoebox. He quickly placed the box back in the closet and grabbed two jackets. He tossed Sparkle a jean jacket and put on a khaki one.

After easing down the hall to check on Debra and the kids one last time, JJ waved for Sparkle to follow him,
ssshing
him once again. He quietly unlocked the door and slipped out the apartment.

Enough of that
ssshing,
fool, like I don't know that we sneaking out of here,
Sparkle thought as he tiptoed behind him.

The paranoid effects of the coke were starting to make him trip, too, as they walked across the field to the other side of the complex. Both of them kept taking turns looking back toward the apartment.

Damn, this jitteriness must be contagious, fucking with this here rock,
Sparkle thought. He followed JJ up the steps to a second-story apartment where he rapped on the door.

They started to feel the chill in the air. An impatient JJ rang and kicked the door at the same time when there was no response. He shouted in the crack of the door, “Come on, girl, I know yo ass in there.”

Sparkle wrapped his arms around himself as he glared up and down the door. He zeroed in on a shadow that passed across the peephole. He smiled, nudged JJ and pointed to the peephole. “Man, what kind of folk you dealing with here, dog; playing peek-a-boo games and shit?”

JJ rolled his eyes and snorted angrily. Huffing he kicked the door harder and shouted again, “Damn red-ass bitch, I can see your stupid ass at the peephole. Whatcha playing these games for?” He started to give it a more vicious kick before Sparkle pulled his coat sleeve. JJ's head whirled and he growled over his shoulder, “What?”

Sparkle nodded toward the door. “Listen, dude, somebody's pulling the chain; check it out.”

JJ leaned toward the crack and snorted. “About time. Damn, a nigga gotta freeze out this bitch, fucking with your tired ass.”

The door opened up a few more inches only to be closed back just as fast.

“Damn,” they said in unison and looked at each other bewilderedly.

A soft feminine voice eased through the crack. “Whodat widcha, playa?”

“He's wid me, my brother-in-law; Debra's brother.”

That didn't faze her. “And?”

“And what?” JJ retorted, starting to get pissed.

“And whaddafuck he want?” she asked suspiciously.

JJ took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Clown-ass geeking bitch, he with me. You gonna open the door or what?”

JJ and Sparkle heard another voice whispering.

A naturally suspicious Sparkle nudged JJ's shoulder. “What's the deal, yo? Why they doing all that whispering and shit?”

JJ hunched his shoulder and raised his brow questionably. He started feeling a little antsy and then said angrily, “Looka here, Dee, you either open this damn door or I'm taking this new bomb I got down to Shorty Mack's crib.”

Sparkle nudged him again. “Who the fuck is Shorty Mack? Don't tell me it's the same nigga who used to run that fake hash scam around Buttermilk Bottom back in the day.”

JJ nodded with a smile. “Yo, man, this bitch here be up most of the night. And all kinds of geekers be flowing through her spot on the regular. So this be a good spot to nest in. Money, then pussy; money, then pussy; in that order. You feel me?”

“Oh yeah.”

JJ snorted a short laugh and punched him on the shoulder. “Yeah, dude, she ain't the finest bitch around but she be a freaky-ass ho. And I know you ain't about to be choosy about getting those nuts of yours out the sand. I got to turn a dollar in this bitch, too.”

Sparkle rubbed his hands in excited anticipation and smiled. “You sho nuff right about that there, partner. Let's do this.” He elbowed him in the side and nodded at the door.

JJ chuckled and reached into his pocket. He rummaged through the bag and took out six rocks and handed them to him. “Split these with her after I leave.” He reached back into his pocket. “Here's a key to get back in the crib, but make sure that you be real quiet; know what I'm saying?”

Another shadow rolled past the peephole, followed by mumbling. The door cracked open again and a shock of curly red hair eased out, followed by a set of green eyes and pouty red lips on a light-skinned face. The eyes zoomed in on Sparkle and the long eyelashes batted daintily as those luscious orbs traced up and down his body.

Damn, dis ho got some sexy eyes, whew,
he thought and then posed to let her check him out. An appreciative smile started to crease the corners of those lips. JJ cleared his throat with a harsh grunt to break up the mini lust fest and then pushed the door open.

Dee stepped back and put her hands on her ample hips and frowned. “Nigga…”

She didn't even get to finish as JJ barged past her into the apartment. “Nigga, my ass, bitch; you gotta nigga out here damn near freezing with this stupid shit you be pulling.” He spun on her and added, “In here geeking hard for a bitch, ain'tcha?”

“Nigga, how was I supposed to know it was you; X-ray vision or sumthing? Hell, a bitch ain't supposed to check, what?”

JJ gritted on her before he continued to spit, “Hell naw, not after I done told you that it's me.”

She stuck her head under the porch light to make sure that nobody else was out.

“Ho, it's cold as hell out here. Get yo ass out the way and let my nigga in. Damn, a nigga be looking out for your stupid ass and you be acting all silly and shit. What the fuck's wrong with you anyhow?”

She put her hands on her hips again, eyeing them both up and down before she rolled her eyes. “Ain't a damn thang wrong with me. Who be this bigga wid ya, yo?” Her voice sounded a little harsh but there was a slight smile on those sexy lips as she looked into Sparkle's eyes.

He stepped by her, shaking the chill off his bones. He eyeballed her curves.
JJ be bullshitting. This bitch here be shake-a-booty fine.
He felt an ache in his groin, eyeing her hips pressed into a pair of crushed velvet shorts; the kind that cling snugly. Even though every nerve in his body was about to burst, he hid this initial reaction well. All his bitch training from way back in the day kicked in. He could see right off the bat that she wasn't the type of bitch a man should show any weakness to; unless he wanted to be eaten alive by her charms.

Sparkle followed JJ further into the apartment, eyeing her voluptuous figure. He nudged JJ in the side as he passed by him. Without turning JJ nodded to let him know that she was the ho he was talking about.

She was sorta tall for a honey. He found himself staring her nearly eye to eye. He quickly judged her to be at least five-seven or eight with an oriental slant to her eyes. She reminded him of the Vietnamese mountain gals back in the war. The kind of girl they used to call “cat eyes” when he was a snotty-nosed brat. Her
red hair was cut close to the side with puffy curls on top; the kind of style he dug on a woman. She had a slight hint of a mustache and sideburns, enough to be ultra sexy on a ho. And a small pert nose sat above red pouty lips. The killer was that she stood on her legs in a way that made a bitch's ass fold crease overlap into her thighs. Thighs that were spread wide apart, displaying a sexy vee between her legs.

Feeling and then seeing the direction of his gaze, she smiled into his eyes and stuck her 38DDs right up to his face. Her cleavage was to the max in a red halter top that also revealed her belly-button set in a chunky but not fat stomach. He saw her swollen nipples and flared nostrils.

As he stood there mesmerized by the electricity shooting between them, somebody called her from the rear of the apartment. When she twisted her body slightly in that direction, his gaze automatically shot straight to that ass. The kind of ass that you could rest a cup on easily without having to worry about spilling one drop. A donkey ghetto butt, for sho. The coke must have really had him tripping because this ho's ass was glittering from the light. Her waist dipped in real deep, right at the top of her phat swell of ass cheeks. His dick refused to stay cool inside of his jeans.

She headed toward the rear, but not before she shot a heavy lidded gaze at his crotch. It was a
“yeah, nigga, this ass looks good”
look on her face; a “come and get it smile” on her lips. They parted seductively. “Damn, you welcome to come in, nigga.” She sucked her teeth and gave them one of those jazzy snake rolls with a neck snap.

JJ started rubbing his arm to kill some of the chill as he peeked over Dee's shoulder. “Who dat dere, girl?” He nodded toward a little dark-skinned runt standing behind her.

The runt stepped from behind Dee, turned her mouth down and eyed them suspiciously. “Is ya'll niggas holding? I hope it ain't none of that garbage that other nigga brought over here a little while ago.”

JJ looked around Dee for a better look and snorted. “And who you be, short and sassy?”

She snaked her body around Dee with her nose all tooted up. Then she put her hands on her hips, licked her lips and with a sassy flair, slid a designer-nailed finger under her nose before she smiled. “I be Ruby. Why you got those greedy eyes on me like that? Geez, a bitch gotta get interrogated just to score some shit?”

JJ looked at her and pinched his nose. “Naw, shortie, it ain't gotta be like that. Ruby, huh…okay, little Miss Ruby, let's get away from this door and see what we can do for you.”

“Well, come on then.” She swirled her narrow hips and pranced toward the bedroom. She was a nice little package, with the kind of perky attitude that made dudes want to control her. But it was easy to tell that little Miss Sassy wasn't havin' it, with her ink black skin, small curly fro and pixieish demeanor. She had that
make a nigga squint
kind of sex appeal that was enhanced by a balloon butt that jiggled like Jell-O in some daisy duke jeans. She sashayed down the hall the way honeys did when they knew that male eyes were scoping that ass.

She took a few steps and spun around like one of those rip-the-runway-models. “Well, whatcha waiting for, playa? Let's do this.”

JJ had gotten caught up sweating her hourglass figure, but shook it off. “I gotcha, shortie girl, I gotcha. Go ahead; I'm on my way.”

As they were heading down the hall a harsh voice hollered from the room. Dee ignored it, which didn't set well because the first shout was followed immediately by one with more intensity. Dee gritted, put a little more harumph in her strut and screamed,
“Muthafucka, you ain't gotta be hollering out like you in some kinda jungle!”

An even harsher reply followed. “Well, damn, girl, folks trying to get on back here!”

She stopped short of the door and when Sparkle tried to walk past, she tugged him by the sleeve. He looked down to the long designer nails wrapped around his arm and smiled. She bumped him slightly with her hip and cooed, “So, you be Debra's long-lost brother, huh? Looks like sexy runs in your family, don't it, cutie pie?”