Crave All Lose All (3 page)

“It looks like money,” Vince said.

“You like?” Susan asked.

“Nice, a nigga could get used to a place like this,” he said.

Susan smiled. Vincent felt her flirting with him.

“C’ mon on, let me show you around,” she said taking his hand and leading him outside to the patio.

Sophia entertained Spoon and Tyriq in the sunroom while dissecting and licking a Philly blunt. Tyriq handed her a phat dime bag and she went to work twisting it.

These bitches had it made, Vincent thought as he stared at the pool wishing he could live like this. They had money in the bank, a Benz in the driveway and a phat ass crib. Going to college in September to study computers and accounting seemed like a dumb move. He blanked out the thought of his new job at Burger King.

“So, are you a hustler like Spoon and Tyriq?” Susan asked.

She moved closer to him and gazed into his eyes. Her feet were perfectly pedicured and her D cups looked like they were about to jump out of her bikini top. Her long blond hair blew stylishly in the wind.

“Nah, we came up together. They’ve been my boys since second grade,” Vince stated proudly.

“That’s cute. Y’all are best friends,” she said gently grabbing Vincent by his shirt, pulling him closer. “Have you ever shot anyone before?” her tongue seductively swept over her lips.

Vincent chuckled, “Nah…you?”

Susan laughed, “No silly. But my father owns a few guns. They’re upstairs. You can check ‘em out if you want.”

“Nah, I’m good wit that.”

“Do you got a girlfriend?” she asked.

“Nah, you gotta man?”

“Not yet,” she smiled.

He was turned on and wanted to fuck her good. It would be the first time with a white girl. That pussy was in the bag. Vince smiled.

Sophia rolled three blunts before the doorbell sounded. Susan
excitedly ran to answer the door.

Vince remained chilling by the pool area thinking about pussy. Her juicy, white body was kinda sexy and her little ass was rounded at the right places.

“Everything’s good out here? Y’ all doing the down-low thang, huh?” Spoon asked stepping out onto the patio. Double-fisted, he had a blunt in one hand and a bottle of Dom in the other.

“I’m chilling,” Vince responded.

Moments later Susan reappeared. Her friend was standing behind her. Vince and Spoon looked and nodded approvingly.

“Everyone, this is Asia,” Susan said.

She was a cutie with titties that threatened to bounce up out of her blue, sheer top. Her faded blue jeans hugged her little ass. Her long, brunette hair was pulled back in ponytail. Asia nodded and smiled. Her stare rested on Vince.

“I don’t want anyone to be a stranger here. My parents won’t be back until Sunday night. So we got enough time to party! Yeah,” Susan announced excitedly.

Sophia and Tyriq came from the sunroom and joined the rest. Three phat ass blunts were going around. There was more than enough liquor to service a bar for the night.

The hours passed and everyone got tipsy. Tyriq, Spoon and Sophia were fooling around in the pool. Sophia was now in only her pink and white panties while the duo finger fucked her under the cool clear water. The double team took turns sucking on her nipples.

Susan was seated in a lawn chair half naked clutching an empty bottle of E&J, sucking on a blunt.

Vince and Asia shared a blunt while in deep conversation. His dick was hard from the high and watching the scantily clad asses.

“Hmm…are you packing? Or are you just excited by what you see?” Asia joked.

“What you think? My lil’ nigga is happy wit’ things right now,” Vince replied.

Asia smiled and they knew what time it was.

“Yo, I’m ready to check out the rest of this crib,” Vince said hastily
picking himself up from the chair and grabbing Asia’s hand.

Tyriq and Spoon were running a train on Sophia. Tyriq was hitting her doggy-style by the pool, while her head was bobbing up and down off Spoon’s dick.

Vince and Asia quickly found the master bedroom.

“Damn, this is fuckin’ nice,” Vince exclaimed. “Oh shit, they gotta fuckin’ big ass TV embedded in the fuckin’ wall. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

Asia smiled and began unbuttoning her top while Vince quickly toured the room. He touched everything in his reach.

“I’m gettin’ a crib just like this one. Fo’ sho,” he shouted. “Aw yeah, damn, you read my fuckin’ mind,” he said when he noticed Asia undressing.

Vince wrapped her in his arms and snaked his tongue down her throat. He shoved his hand down into her jeans and fondled her through her panties. Asia hastily undid her jeans and within seconds, Vince had her bent over the large king sized bed raw-doggin’ that ass.

“Hmm…ah…just the way I like it,” Asia closed her eyes and dreamily purred. His hard thrusting had her clutching the bed-sheets as she was ravaged by his thick black shaft.

“You like this big black dick in you, huh, white bread?” Vince laughed and teased grabbing her sides as he continued to tear into her.

“Ooh…ooh, I love it. Don’t stop. Oh hmm… Yes…don’t fuckin’ stop!” Asia screamed.

“You wanna have a black baby wit’ me, white bread? Huh. Ain’t a white boy alive that can fuck you like me?”

“Hell no…oh God no…! I wanna have a big dick baby by you!”

Vince laughed loudly. Her pussy was tight sucking all of him inside. He came and didn’t bother to pull out. Vince exploded deep inside her. They continued to put wrinkles and stains in the expensive, green, satin sheets.

As the day wore on, everyone continued to get more twisted. Vince, Tyriq and Spoon exchanged partners. Blowjobs were being performed and the girls even allowed anal penetration.

Dusk descended quickly. Vince peeked at his watch and saw that it was ten minutes after seven. He didn’t care because his mind was cloudy with haze and the liquor in his system made him super-relaxed.

“Yo, we outta blunts,” Tyriq said.

“Damn, I wanted to roll up another phat one,” Spoon said.

“Yo, y’all niggas need to go to the store and get some more,” Susan suggested. She was nestled against Spoon tickling his nuts.

“Yo, I’m fucked up right now,” Vince said.

“Y’ all niggas c’mon…I wanna get high again,” Susan said. “Let’s go to a bodega.”

The fellows laughed. “Bitch, what you know about a bodega?” Tyriq said.

“Probably more than you, my nigga,” Susan returned.

“This bitch doing her thang but she crazy,” Spoon chuckled. “Fuck it, let’s make this run.”

“Yo, I ain’t goin’ no fuckin’ where right now, ayyite nigga?” Tyriq stated.

“Nigga, get your bitch ass up and do this run to the store thang,” Spoon said.

“Nigga, you a grown man…shit, take one of the bitches wit’ you,” Tyriq exclaimed.

“Yo, I’ll roll wit’ you Spoon,” Vince said.

“I’ll come with y’all too,” Susan chimed.

“Yo, when I come back from this thang, I’m gonna fuck you up, nigga,” Spoon said to Tyriq in a tipsy slur--clowning around.

Susan was loud and obnoxious as she strutted to the Acura. She looked high in her ruffled skirt, bikini top and her hair in confusion from the continuous fucking.

“My niggas…say what…my niggas…say what…we poppin’ bottles and fuckin’ models…”
Susan sang offbeat, E&J strongly influencing her actions.

The same nosey neighbor watched them getting into the car. This was a proud neighborhood and the neighbor was not thrilled about this ruckus. Susan acting the fool while getting into a car with two rough looking black men. The cops needed to be notified.

Spoon started the car bumping
Eye 4 N Eye
.

“Oh shit! That’s my niggas right there, Nasty Nas, Mobb Deep and Raqwon, the Chef. Pump that shit!” Susan shouted bobbing her head offbeat.

“Bitch, you ain’t got no fuckin’ rhythm to that thang,” Spoon said.

“Yeah, but I had rhythm when you was in this pussy and I was swallowing your seeds,” she countered.

Both men laughed.

Whoop-Whoop…

“Driver, pull your car over to the side,” the cop shouted through a loud speaker.

“Ah fuck!” Spoon shouted.

Vince’s high suddenly vanished when he saw the cops pulling them over. There was a drunk, scantily clad white girl in the backseat half-sleep and the parkway was a few minutes away.

Spoon knew there was half a pound of weed in the trunk, and a loaded 9mm under the driver’s seat. Another patrol car pulled up, shining light on the dirty Acura.

“Yo man, what da fuck!” Vince shouted. His heart beating like he was running two hundred miles a minute. He tried to keep his composure.

Three male white cops slowly approached the car with their hands on their weapons. A bright flashlight was beaming.

“Driver, remove the car keys and drop them out the window,” one cop instructed.

“Yo, we ain’t do nuthin,” Spoon shouted.

“Driver, remove your car keys and drop them out the window… slowly.”

Too tipsy to put up a fight, Spoon sighed and did as instructed.

“Passenger, slowly put both your hands out the window and open the car door slowly.”

Vince did what he was told and Spoon soon followed. Both men were soon thrown against the car and detained. Susan, high and drunk in the backseat opened her eyes and saw a cop staring down at her. “Hey…what’s up? Where my niggas at?” she hiccupped.

She was drunk, half naked with her nipple showing from her bikini top that was loosely untied.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” the cop asked, clearly disgusted by her behavior.

“She’s doing her thang with us. Why y’all asking her some stupid shit like that? We just came from her crib,” Spoon exclaimed.

“You shut up!”

Susan was asked to step out of the car. When she did, she staggered all over the place, collapsing into one of the officer’s arms. Her bikini top became completely untied and her business was soon in view for everyone to see. Susan laughed, not caring at all.

Spoon and Vince were placed in handcuffs while the officers searched the vehicle. It didn’t take long to find the gun and weed. Under arrest, they were transported to the station house.

“This is all fucked up. My pops is going to kill me and I missed work.” Vince cried.

Susan’s parents were called. She was free to go home when a relative came to pick her up. Spoon and Vince wasn’t as lucky.

 

“Boy, have you lost your Damn mind!” Mr. Grey shouted, furious with his son for getting arrested in Long Island.

Vince was released on a ten thousand dollar bond. But he would rather be still in lock up than to deal with his father and his attitude. His father used a bail bondsman along with ten percent of the bail. Mr. Grey wanted his son home so he could kill him.

“It wasn’t my fault; they were wit’ some racial-profiling, pops. They had no reason to pull us over,” Vince argued.

“Jean, I’m gonna murder him that fuckin’ boy! You get caught with drugs and a loaded gun in a car with a naked white girl. You should have been at work!” Mr. Grey shouted furiously.

“She wasn’t naked; she had on a skirt….” Vince countered.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass if she was dressed like a Pope. You shouldn’t have been there. You don’t give a damn about us or what you want to do with your life…do you?”

Jean was also disappointed with their son. She cried and wanted to calm him down. But understood the anger and rage he felt. She was furious too—but chose not to explode with anger and screaming like her husband.

“Jason, your blood pressure,” she warned him.

“Damn my blood pressure! Is this boy retarded? I don’t understand you, Vincent. You wanna end up like your friends? Boy, keep fuckin’ up and you’ll be out this house faster than these got-damn mice. I don’t wanna even see your damn face…you make me damn sick.”

“Jason,” Jean cried out.

“This boy is goin’ to straighten up, or get the fuck out my house. It’s your choice.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of here soon and you ain’t gotta worry wit’ shit I do no more.”

Vince stormed upstairs into his bedroom and was ready to pack his bags. He heard his mother crying out to him but ignored her and kept it moving.

Tensions were high in the home. Vince wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he was scared. He had charges of gun possession, drugs and intent to distribute hanging over his head. It wasn’t the first time he got into trouble with the law but the charges were the most serious he faced.

The days passed and Vince’s lawyer informed him that Spoon confessed up to owning everything. Spoon would take a plea and the judge would give Vince a year’s probation. His mother was ecstatic and so was Vince. Spoon took the heat and would do jail time. The news did nothing to relieve the strained relationship between father and son. Mr. Grey was still angry.

Spoon called Vince collect.

“Yo, why you confessed and copped a plea?”

“Cuz you don’t need to be caught up in this system. I’ve been through it before and know how to do my thang. You about to start school this fall and got a lot going for you. If it wasn’t for me and Tyriq you’d be doing your thang at your job. Do your thang, my nigga. Live life, don’t worry ‘bout me.”

“I owe you, Spoon,” Vince said.

“Yo, do your thang and stay away from ‘em slutty, white bitches…
too much heat.”

They both laughed.

Spoon got a five-year stretch. Vince tried to get on with his life. But when it rains it pours. Vince’s pops died from a severe heart-attack two weeks before school was to begin. The passing of his father crushed Vince. He was unable to mend the hardship between his father and himself. He knew his father loved him so much and only wanted the best for him. The day he got arrested, he knew that hurt his pops so much. The experience haunted Vince and left him thinking if he would’ve gone to work, his pops wouldn’t have been so stressed.