Durty South Grind (9 page)

“Yo, Spark, I need to holla at you, partner. Me and my boy Percy's got to go handle some biz.” JJ squeezed his voice through the crack in the door.

Damn, who the hell is Percy?
he thought when JJ's face came into view after he opened the door.

As if he were reading his mind, JJ spat, “He's the nigga that I've been down with for a minute now. You'll get to meet him after we make this run.” Then he looked over his shoulder at Dee. “Check this here out, redbone, I need to holla at my man before I jet.” As an afterthought, he added, “Why don'tcha school him on some of these niggas for me; I'm gonna leave him some of these rocks to handle while I go reup. Okay?”

Sparkle looked over his shoulder, hunched his shoulders and stepped out. As they headed down the hall, he said, “Hey, man, I can handle this while you gone.”

JJ ran a hand over his head and stared at him for a few seconds. “Yo, man, don't let all that warm shit that red-ass bitch be throwing at ya throw you off track. She's a master at using that ‘got-anut-off-of-feeling-you-nigga' game to smoke up as much of your shit as she can. She good at what she do, dog; I mean real good at what she do, dog.” He rubbed his crotch, thinking about her skills.

Sparkle replied quickly, “Yo, JJ, gon' do what you got to do. I ain't been away from the bricks that long, soldier.”

JJ smirked. “Yeah, sure you right; just feed her greedy ass a little at a time…” Before he could finish, they heard a car horn blaring. JJ pinched his nose and handed Sparkle the pouch of what was left of the rocks. “Hey, dog, that there be my nigga. I'll holla atcha in a few.” He headed out the door.

The door had barely shut when he felt Dee wrapping her arms around his waist and pushing her hot pelvis against his ass.

He looked back at her. “Damn, girl, you don't be wasting no time, do you?”

She smiled into his ear. “Shit, nigga, you felt how horny you got my freaky ass. Let's go finish getting those nuts of yours out of the sand.” She clutched his hand and started down the hall.

His dick surged as he admired her ass swaying seductively in
front of him toward the side bedroom. As soon as the door closed, she wrapped her arms around his head and pushed her tongue down his throat. She started where she had left off and cocked her leg up to rest her hot pussy directly on his dick. The drooling started from the first hump and he felt it oozing down his thigh. She must've felt the slipperiness as she moaned, “Godayum, baby boy, that phat dick is about to go off, ain't it?”

She didn't wait for a reply and dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly, pulling his throbbing meat out.

His full nine inches jerked around like crazy, as she moved her syrupy tongue around trying to capture it. When she did, she gripped it hard around her lips and started swirling her tongue like a twister, hungry for all of it.

His knees buckled from the sensation, feeling like he was nearly pissing with all the drool she was slurping out of it. He spread his hands and went up on his tiptoes, lifting one leg as the feeling started to boil deep in his gut. It wouldn't take but a second or two before he flooded her mouth with years of built-up cum.

Right at the point where he felt himself ready to flow, he heard a rapping on the door. It was followed by a muffled “shit” as Dee grimaced in frustration. “Damn,” she said and engulfed his whole dick down her throat before pulling off. His meat plopped wetly on his stomach.

“Damn, DeeDee, can't that freaky shit wait? A ho trying to stay right out here,” an angry female voice spoke through the door.

Dee snatched open the door with
goddamit
smeared across her lips.

Violet didn't let the look faze her. “Ho, ain't no need to be looking all stank and shit. Let buddy boy serve a bitch before we split.” She turned to him, totally ignoring the frown on Dee's face.
“Yo, playa, this ill-mannered bitch ain't even introduced us. I heard your boy call you Sparkle or something like that. Is that right? Anyway, are you still holding?”

He took a deep breath. “Yeah, sweetie, I got a little something left. Oh, and you right, my name's Sparkle; so whatcha hitting for, baby?”

She shifted her eyes toward the living room, indicating that she wanted to conduct her business in private.

Dee made no effort to hide her frustration for being interrupted in her conquest. She grunted her disapproval of the lack of respect.

Violet caught the sign but she didn't give a damn how she felt; the bitch should know better than to hide the man for herself, selfish inconsiderate muthafucka. She traced her up and down and sneered. “Ho, why you looking at me all snooty and shit?”

Dee rolled her eyes dramatically. “'Cause we was handling some biz up in here.”

“Hmm-hmm, we know what kind of biz you was handling,” she said, checking out the swell in Sparkle's crotch. All of a sudden a look of recognition crossed her face and she looked up into his eyes. “You done just got out of the joint, ain'tcha, homeboy?”

His eyes lowered to his clothes and then back at her. “Yeah, baby girl, this morning; come on.” He touched her elbow and escorted her to the hall bathroom, totally ignoring the protesting gaze Dee was burning in his back.

Nuts gotta get out the sand, sweetie, but digits always come first,
he thought as he eyed her over his shoulder and led Violet through the door. “Okay, baby girl, whatcha got? I thought ya'll was broke.”

“I ain't never broke, playa; just down a little before the next score.”

He nodded in admiration of her jazziness. “Okay, I feel ya on that. So what's up then?”

She looked down and started counting some wrinkled bills, trying to stretch the creases out as she handed them to him. “Seventy-five, eighty-five, eighty…” She spoke in a little girl's voice while she blinked shyly up at him.

He'd already decided to let her go short with whatever she had. But he waited until she finished her spiel to see what kind of game she would come up with. He squinted his eyes as if he were concentrating on what to do, making her think that he was seriously considering her dilemma. “And?”

She looked away briefly, fighting back the playa-to-playa smile that was threatening to erupt; she was hip to how he was playing his role. She scratched her brows a moment before she frowned at him. “Let me get five of them boulders”—she paused to run her thumb across her lips while she studied his eyes for a reaction—“uh-huh, or about ten of them dimes, if you done run out of the twenties. That is if you can trust a bitch you just met about an hour or so ago.”

He faked cleaning the crust out of the corner of his eyes, then cut them back at Dee, who had eased to the door. She was definitely checking out how he was gonna handle his biz. Sighing heavily for show, he rattled in the pouch and removed what she wanted and handed them to her. “Sweetie, I ain't been out here but a hot second and I can't really be going short on another nigga's shit. Just kick me the other twelve when you get back from wherever it is you going.”

Cutting a sharp eye at Dee before she cuffed the rocks in her hand, Violet palmed the bills into his upturned hand.

He felt an odd wad of paper in the money, but didn't show any sign that he was aware and put the loot in his pocket.

“You ain't gonna count it?” she said with her head cocked curiously to the side, wanting to make sure that he noticed the note she'd slipped to him.

“Damn, sweetie, you just counted it for me, didn't you?” He winked to let her know that he had.

She nodded and looked around him at Dee. “Yo, Dee, me and the girls gonna roll out. We'll be back in about an hour.” She turned her attention back to him. “You gonna hang for awhile, ain'tcha, playa?”

He looked back at Dee as he nodded at her.

Dee frowned impatiently, but he didn't let her grit bother him; even if his dick had started jumping in his jeans from the thought of her wanting to return to what they had begun. Besides, he was sorta digging old cream-and-coffee, feeling some positive future dealings with her. Plus, the old player in him wasn't about to let one bitch dominate his options.

Violet ignored the frown as well. Despite the circumstances, she was digging dude and wasn't about to let a selfish-ass ho dictate how she did her. She cleared her throat. “Hold up, home-boy, I ain't finished yet.”

He didn't see them getting into a catfight; even if it was one helluva ego boost to have two hoes vying for his attention. He enjoyed the thought for a second and then he decided to play both sides of the fence like a real player would. He slid a couple of rocks into Violet's hand from behind his back.

Feeling triumphant for getting a sneak off on the slimy ho, she smiled at the back of his head. “Okay, sister girl, I'll catch ya'll in a few.” She touched him gently in the back, pressed her head around his shoulder and raised her voice to the back of the room. “Yo, Joyce, Candy, let's roll, ya'll.” She couldn't help herself when she looked at Dee and wrinkled her nose.

Dee wrinkled her nose back, then threw a snakehead roll and a finger pop to boot.

He smiled at their antics, hunched his shoulders and then turned to the others in the room and spread his arms.

Daveyboy popped up before anybody else could make a move and scored a c-note worth. The snake in him kicked in as he turned away with a scheming look while he checked out the dope. He spun back around, frowning. “Yo, bro, you can't make a better deal than this”—he raised his eyebrows curiously—“I done spent three bills with ya'll so
far.
”

Sparkle, a veteran of the junkie's mentality, wasn't about to start this scoring game with him right off the bat. He pinned him with an ice cold stare. “Yeah, partner, and you got your three bills' worth, too.”

Daveyboy retorted, “Damn, baby boy, no slack, huh?”

Sparkle smiled. “Not tonight, partner; maybe the next time.” Before dude could respond, he was forced to duck out of the way. One of the girls zoomed past, holding her mouth en route to the hall bathroom. From the sound that followed, she didn't make it in time; vomit was probably all over the walls and everything.
Oh well.

Violet rushed after her. “Joyce, you aight, girl?” There was a muffled response followed by the sound of tissue rolling. Violet walked back down the hall, wiping her hands with a paper towel. She walked straight up to him. “She'll be aight.”

“Holla at me when you finish dealing with them stank-ass bitches. Ho can't even hold her shit.” Dee huffed with attitude as she walked past them on her way to the kitchen.

“Whatever, snooty-acting ass ho with your own stank self.” Violet gritted at Dee's departing back.

Sparkle waited until Dee turned the corner before he said, “Damn, babe, you sound like honey is your enemy or something. What's up with that?”

Violet hunched her shoulders and, with a smile, headed for the bedroom. “Oh no, she one of my number one partners. She just
get into her bitchy bullshit every now and then. I don't really be paying her shit no attention, for real though.” She made sure to put a little extra sway to her hips with her arms swinging wildly.
Bitches, whew.
She got to the doorsill and spun around. “Go figure, huh.” She pinned him with a dazzling smile.

Sparkle smiled as he locked in her mental attitude for future reference. He leaned his back against the wall, thinking about the best way to handle these crazy hoes. With his options circling wildly in his mind, he heard Dee clear her throat. She was standing against the kitchen wall batting her eyes seductively. Then she harumphed and started walking toward him. She slid her hand into his and led him back to the bathroom. She squeezed his ass as soon as the door closed. He shivered when he felt her breath caress his neck and stiff titty nipples press into his back.

He turned around, pulling her into his arms and started rubbing her back as he pressed her closer. But her elbow got in the way when his hand headed toward her ass as she leaned back to look up at him. The lust in her eyes burned into his face. She began kissing his neck and snaked her tongue upward in slurpy circles under his chin. He moaned. She moaned louder. She was all over him with her tongue plunging down his throat and humping wildly at him before the lock even clicked.

Before Sparkle could get over the shock of Dee's tongue paralyzing him with passion, she was unbuckling his pants and sliding them over his knees. The feel of her wet tongue feather licking his behind and around his knee caused him to start trembling. She moaned softly at his reaction and started working her way up his thighs. She ran her tongue around his balls, up his shaft and greedily swallowed his whole dick in one gulp. His knees buckled.

The only thing that kept him from falling was the pressure she was applying that pressed him against the door. He gritted his
teeth to keep from hollering out in joy when she started bobbing her head slowly up and down. She paused at the head to slurp her hot tongue around his sensitive glands several times before deepsixing all of him again and again.

By the time that she went down for the eighth time, he was squirting years of built-up cum all over her greedy tongue and down her throat. Boy, oh boy, when she had first felt his dick begin to swell and jerk toward that nut, Dee had pulled her panties to the side and started gunning her gushy pussy hole. When the first spurts erupted, she gulped hard and moaned loudly. She cuffed his ass to press his dick so far in her mouth that the head was splashing his seed on her tonsils. She gagged for a second but that certainly didn't stop her from massaging the back of her throat with his throbbing, madly spurting dick.

Getting his nuts out of the sand, as she called it, was exciting enough, but when he had looked down after that first spurt, his eyes had bucked wide in disbelief. She was waggling her legs back and forth, fucking her hand.
Oh shit, this ho's nutting while she's sucking my dick. My God, what a fucking freak, whew!!
He sighed as he backhanded the sweat off his forehead.