Durty South Grind (8 page)

There was another dark-skinned honey in a plaid skirt and white blouse sitting at the upper end on the other side of the bed. She was busy stuffing a big piece of rock in a shooter. He stared
with interest as she took long tokes, and beads of sweat jumped off her forehead. As she pulled off the shooter, he smiled knowingly when her eyes bucked open when that shit hit her.
Ain't that a bitch. Must be some kinda epidemic going on with all these girls with green eyes.

His eyes flickered with a smile when the Dawn Robinson look-a-like hollered at the older broad. “Damn, Violet, you gonna suck the char boy out of the bitch, ain'tcha?”

Miss Coffee-cream ignored her and continued to suck on her glass dick a few more times before she said between gasps of breath, “Ho, I done told you that I gotcha, so cool yo ass down.”

A big black dude in some bib overalls with dreadlocks grumbled from the other corner, “Aw, greedy-ass ho, give up the dick like folks do you.”

Coffee-cream stretched her neck around and frowned. “Fuck you, Daveyboy, ain't nobody asked your broke ass for a damn thang.”

Dee got fed up with not being the center of attention and strode to the front of the room with her hands on her hips. “Look here, ya'll, why the rest of ya'll sitting around holding on to that raggedy-ass money, you can see the man's got the bomb. What ya'll gonna do? Folks ain't got all night waiting for ya'll.”

Daveyboy and Coffee-cream stared at each other before she arched her brow and stood. Sparkle thought he'd heard somebody call her Viola, Violet or something similar. Yeah, that was it: Violet. She passed her shooter to her partner and started walking toward them with what he took for as a sexy smile. “Hey, honey, what ya'll players hitting for here anyway?”

JJ, aware of the game she was playing, sniffled and jacked up his jeans. “What's up, V? We got dimes, twenties and boulder fifties. What ya'll be wanting?” He reached in his pocket and
displayed the rocks. “And it be the bomb, old gal, you know I don't be playing with you about this shit here. It's some new shit from Miami called Peruvian golden flake. Let me warn you though, this shit is some instant hurling shit, playette.”

Violet rolled her eyes at him and walked over to Sparkle, giving him a personal version of her sexy smile. “And who you be, playa?”

He looked her up and down. “Who the hell
you
be, player?”

“I be Violet. Folks holla for Lady V when they be wanting all kinds of fly shit. Maybe someday you'll need some fly shit, so let's see up close what you working with.” She fluttered her eyes seductively, followed by a sly wink.

Sparkle took an instant liking to her upfront style but kept his approval in check. Something was telling him that he had to work some real player magic to deal with her. He put the chill in his eyes to show that she had to be at her best to impress him. “Let me see what we working with for the nice lady here, dog.” He nodded to the bag in JJ's hand.

She rolled her eyes and pulled out a roll of bills, peeled off five twenties and flashed them at him. He turned his back to her and reached in the bag to get two fifties. He turned back around and held them out for her inspection. She reached for the dope but he closed that hand and opened the other one.

The smile left her eyes, replaced by a cold stare. He had pissed her off but he had to show her which of their personalities would rule between them. He stared blankly until she placed the money in his hand. He slapped the rocks into her hand. She turned them over and over in her hand. “So this be the bomb, huh?”

Feeling that he had proven his point, he allowed himself to smile. “Yeah.”

She nodded. “Okay, player, we'll see.” She put half a fifty on her shooter and put it to blaze. Halfway through the hit, the euphoria
hit her like a ton of bricks and beads of sweat erupted on her forehead. “Oh yeah, this be some good shit, aight.” She reached behind her to hand the shooter to her buddy.

Dee, who had retreated to her bathroom to observe the scene, waited until the flow had slowed before she sashayed across the room to lean against him. He was still enjoying the sight of Violet's reaction when he felt her sweet heat pressing against his side. Her nearness caused an immediate stirring in his groin. She was expecting a response but he waited for her to make her next move. He didn't have to wait long; he felt her soft hand start to caress his back under his jacket. It was followed by a warm wisp of air whispering in his ear, “You mean to tell me that you ain't holding nothing for your own pleasure, stud?”

He cocked his head sideways as he peeked over his lowered shoulder and flinched, stunned by the nearness of her green eyes. The warmth in them seemed to pierce through his brain and he shuddered from the tingling sensation that ran down his spine. It was only the beginning.

Dee rose up on her tiptoes, placed her small hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “I want to suck that big dick of yours. JJ can handle these geek monsters. Come on, let's get away from these muthafuckas and go to the other room.”

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, giving her a guttural response. “Damn, girl, you sho ain't got no problem going at yours, do you?”

She licked her lips and leaned away. “And why should I? I see what I like, I go at it. You got a problem with that?” she purred as she squeezed his ass.

He spun to face her but was interrupted by JJ, who had taken care of his immediate biz and grabbed Dee by the elbow. “Come on, girl, I need to use the telephone.”

Now this nigga knows damn well I'm trying to get it on with this nigga here
, she thought.
S
he frowned but allowed herself to be pulled down the hallway. She eyeballed Sparkle over her shoulder as JJ led her away.

JJ sighed. “Damn, bitch, can your fat ass chill for a sec? Bro's gonna be here for a while. I need to call my boy.”

“Nigga, you act like you don't know where the phone is.” She gritted and eased her arm out of his grip.

“Come on, girl. On the real; I need you to look out for my boy for an hour or so because I got to make a run.” He took the phone off the kitchen wall and started punching numbers. “Seriously, Dee, buddy just got out of the joint today, and I can see he's got the hots for you. But I need him to clock some dollars while I'm gone. You already know that I'm gonna look out for you.”

He could see her conniving little mind clocking all the rocks she was gonna get to smoke. For a split second he started having second thoughts about leaving the package. He quickly pushed those fore warnings to the side and smiled. “Dee, you one slick-ass ho, but don't let that innocent look he has fool you. My boy's been in the streets for quite a while.”

“I didn't—”

He cut her off with a quickness, “Girl, shut up; cut it out. Ain't no need playing goody girl with me. Handle your biz and don't go getting all greedy and shit.”

She waited until he finished with his bullshitting line and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Man, gon' take care of what you gotta do. I'm sure that pretty boy in there can handle his own. Hell, you know me; I just wanna keep my geek going.” She licked her lips and waved her hand through her hair before she sucked on her teeth. “And your boy wants to get his nuts out of the sand. Ain't that what ya'll niggas call it? Hell, any way you
look at it, we, me and him are using each other for what we want. The way I see it, an even swap ain't no way a swindle, huh?”

JJ sniffled and scratched his head. “Yeah, bitch, that's what we say. You a mess, you know that?”

“So go do you. I got this.” Dee gave him a snappy nod, spun around and headed back to the bedroom with a sly smile on her face.

Sparkle, who had been spying on them the whole time, turned back toward the room before she could bust him sweating her. He realized that she was working him for the coke with her come-on, but he didn't give a fuck as long as he got his freak on. It was hard to do, the way her ass was yanking from side to side as she went into the bathroom. He wondered what she was doing in there but quickly shook his head to rid himself of that sucker thought. Hell, she was only a piece of ass.

“You still holding that monster, sweetie?” Violet said in a sweet timid voice. He felt her warm breath on his neck and a whiff of her sexy perfume. His lips brushed her forehead when he turned to face her, forcing him to lean away so he could focus on her face. Her penetrating green eyes caused a shiver to run down his spine. Or was it the horniness that was ready to burst?

He choked back his rush of hormone bliss and licked his lips. “Let me go holla at JJ. Whatcha hitting for, sweet thang?”

She batted her eyes twice. “Me and my girls over yonder got close to a hundred and we was hoping that you could swing us some kind of deal.” She nodded toward her friends sitting on the far end of the bed.

“I'll see what I can come up with; give me a second.” Sparkle headed for the kitchen to holla at JJ.

JJ placed his hand over the receiver and smiled. “Damn, they ready for some more already?”

“Yeah, man, Shawtie wants to know what you can do for her and her friends for close to a hundred,” Sparkle said after clearing his throat.

“How close to a hundred they talking about?” JJ started digging in his pocket to take out the package.

Sparkle wiped his hand across his mouth, frowned and hunched his shoulders.

JJ wrinkled his brow and told the caller that he'd get back with him later, gave Sparkle a half-hearted smile and slapped him on the back before heading toward the back. When he crossed the doorsill, he turned back to him. Sparkle nodded toward the honeys huddled together, chattering amongst themselves. JJ mouthed which one and Sparkle indicated the one in the white jeans.

JJ nodded and called out to her, “Yo, Joyce, you or Violet want to holla at me?”

Violet took a last toke off her shooter, swiveled on the bed and eyed the two of them. Sparkle hadn't noticed how old she was until then, but it was all good because he preferred older broads anyway.

She was dressed to the tens in a brown calf-length silk cowgirl skirt with a matching blouse and expensive suede boots. He wondered why a jazzy broad like her was hanging with a crew of geeked-out high chasers. His eyes brightened when she stood up like a gracious queen and strode over to them.

She cleared her throat, smiled demurely at him and spoke to JJ. “How you been, playa? We've been zooming all day. Wish you would've brought this good shit over a lot earlier before we'd spent all our ends.” She cleared her throat again and licked her lips. “Anyhow we down to around eighty-five dollars, so what can you do for a sister?”

JJ covered his mouth and ran his hand up and down his shirt.
He studied her for a while before he nodded toward the hallway. She brushed a scented shoulder against Sparkle's chest as she passed. He tilted his head at her passing figure. For the benefit of those watching for his reaction, he held back a smile as he admired the sway of her hips. He felt as if she was putting a little extra harumph into the way she was swinging that thing just for him.

“Hey, stud, what's up?”

He stopped tracing Violet's ass and slowly veered his attention to the sound of the voice. He wasn't really surprised when he looked down at the creamy titties pressing into his chest. Damn sexy-ass Dee; she wasn't about to get any objections from him, no way. Nor was he about to turn away when she started wiggling her finger for him to follow her into the bathroom.

The sight of those sexy hips caused a surge through his groin before she reached back for his hand. He'd barely crossed the doorsill when she said in a husky voice, “Close the door, playa. Gotta keep these muthas outta my biz, you know.” She turned away to let him get a real good look at that fat ass of hers while she fidgeted with a few rocks she had in the cabinet.

He forced his eyes away and closed the door, turned around and ran smack dab into her pouty lips. She gave him a shotgun so close that he could feel the heat coming from her lips without her even touching his. He opened his mouth enough to let the smoke in as her hypnotizing eyes got closer and closer.

He nearly gasped when her snake-like tongue slid into his mouth. He did gasp when she cupped his neck and started swirling her tongue around his. There was an unmistakable, lust-filled passion in her eyes when he got a firm grip on her waist and pulled her to him. She moaned with delight and floated into his body.

He felt the drool oozing from his dick as it gushed down his
thigh, slippery and godayum erotic. She spread her thighs, closed her crotch around his throbbing dick and moaned even louder.

Her warm breath caressed his cheek and ear, sending tingling shocks down his spine. The heat from her crotch was unbearably hot, as she hunched slowly up and down his dick. His nose flared fire as he felt her pussy lips clutching around his swollen head.

His head started spinning.
Aw godayum, I can feel this bitch's pussy getting wetter through my pants, whaddafuckgodayum.
They reached down and cuffed each other's ass at the same time and she started moaning sweetly as her tongue picked up speed in his mouth. She started dry-fucking him.

When she gasped and froze her tongue at the roof of his mouth, he nearly went into shock.
Oh hell naw, this ho is getting a muthafucking nut, good God almighty.
Beads of sweat started rolling from his forehead to mix with hers. The intensity of her passion pushed him to the edge of getting a nut himself.

Suddenly, the door started to vibrate on his back and he heard JJ mumbling through the door. “Oh no, he didn't.” He heard and felt her mouth the words into his in a muffled reply. He fought like hell to control the trembling in his body as his knees started to buckle.

She froze in the middle of a powerful grind and backed off of him. He was either tripping or swearing that he'd felt her pussy squish as it loosened its massaging magic off his dick.
Man this bitch here has either got me punked on her pussy already or this coke is really working my ass,
he thought as he eased back off the door. She reached around him to turn the knob.