Sheisty (4 page)

"Congratulations." To my surprise, Epiphany and Shana were sitting there watching TV, waiting for me to wake up.

"Hey," I said still feeling a little tired, but excited to see my friends at the same time. Epiphany smiled and bragged about how cute my baby was.

She had jokes talking about, "I wonder who he got his looks from. He is too cute." I was so glad that she came to see me. She looked so happy. It had to be a new man that had her smiling so much. Tucker told me that she wasn't fucking with Mali anymore.

Shana, just stopped by to see me and the baby. She said she couldn't stay because she was working nights now.

"Shana, not you with a job. Doing what? It must be illegal," Epiphany said laughing.

"Well, not everyone needs a man to take care of them." Shana said, not finding Epiphany's comment amusing at all. "I'll come check you when you get home Keisha."

"What's wrong with her?" E said.

"I don't know, but she looks tired," I said, trying to make an excuse for her attitude.

"I ain't been feeling her," E said. "You know I paged that bitch '911' a couple of times and she never called me back." I just shook my head because I knew how it felt to have a friend not return
your
calls. "I wonder what kinda job she got anyway.

She's probably on the corner selling drugs or something," Epiphany said, being real snobbish.

"That's not nice. Maybe she has a real job Epiphany; besides you guys are friends so ya'll need to stop tripping," I said.

"I don't know Keish. You see that little comment she made about me getting money from men, sounds like jealousy to me.

Anyway, speaking of men, girl remember C-God?" she asked.

"From where?" I asked, not sure whether or not I knew who she was talking about.

"C-o-r-e-y, that used to hang with Walter and Stevie that lived around the corner from us!" she said.

"
Ill
... black ass Corey Hinderson that used to try and talk to everybody back in the day? Where you see his ugly ass at? I thought he was locked up," I said disgusted; making her not even want to tell me the rest of her story.

"Well, he's not ugly anymore and he got money," she said rolling her eyes at me. Just then, Tucker walked in--perfect timing. Epiphany congratulated him, said good bye and was out the door.

"What's up mommy? Thanks for my little man, he looks just like me," Tucker said.

"You're welcome. You know that was some painful shit and I just wanted to apologize for being so mean to you."

"It's cool, I know you didn't mean it," Tucker said, accepting my apology.

I kissed his lips. "I love you and I hope to spend the rest of my life with you, until death do us part."
Hint, hint
.

I swear sometimes Epiphany can just irk the shit out of me,
always thinking she's hot shit.
Like she's really concerned about where I work. Shit, now that I think about it, she's the last person I want to know that I dance. I'm glad I didn't try to plug her ass in, because if she ain't with it, she's the kind of person that's gonna hate on me for doing it, with her trifling ass. If I didn't leave when I did, it would've been a girl fight up in there. I'm tired of her with that "I'm better then you attitude," and her slick

"You from PJs," remarks. That shit is kinda played. On top of all that, I got a helleva hangover too; so, oh hell yeah it would've been on in that hospital.

I got my head right at Scar's ladies only party last night. She had a lil' of this, lil' of that--cocaine, weed, and e-pills. We call them "the freak off drugs," cause they make you wanna get freaky and down right nasty. Shit, the theme was sex and a good time, and I had too much of both last night. I'm supposed to be dancing at Honey's tonight, but I'm not even in the mood. I called Chasity to see if she wanted to stay home and just chill with me, but she gave me the bullshit about how we needed to go make this money.

She was right as a matter of fact, I could use the money since I had just spent $200 on a weeks worth of ecstasy. I couldn't dance without them, but I also started taking them just 'cause they made me feel good. Shit, I guess that was their propose-- to make you feel good.

Honey's was pack tonight, but that didn't always mean you were gonna make a lot of money. 'Cause 50% of the niggas wanna see the pussy spit fire for a fucking dollar. About 20% will come up out their pockets and the rest of the nigga's is straight up trying to get some ass. A couple of weekends ago, this nigga threw beer in my face and demanded his money back. I told him just because he paid me $10 for a lap dance didn't mean he could bust off on my ass. I reached for my razor, when lucky for his ass, security came and tossed him out for making a scene. I was 'bout to give his ass a buck fifty slice (to cut him deep until the pink meat is exposed) right across his face.

Nasty bitches like Peaches be having these dudes getting shit twisted, thinking anything goes for $10 or $15 dollars. Her anorexic ass be over in the corner up against the wall pretend-ing she dancing when she really be selling pussy for twenty bucks. The hoe knows that shit's against floor rules. That's why we have the champagne room. But nigga's don't be wanting to pay that $100 for those kind of privileges and the tricks don't be wanting to give up that 20% to the club owner. Shit, I ain't trying to knock nobody's hustle and I ain't gon' front... I done sold some pussy many a nights to get by. But it ain't what you do, it's how you do it and what these hoe's be fucking up the game.

As I squeezed my way through the funky little changing room/bathroom to get dressed, or should I say undressed, I overheard two stripper named Mahogany and Diamond whispering that some baller that was out there tricking off a knot of cash and buying out the bar. That shit was music to my ears. I was scheduled to dance some stage sets tonight, so I wouldn't have to give Billy $20. He's the owner, he charges $20 to all the dancers that just come to lap dance and pays $70 to the dancers that get on stage and dance for three sets. Fuck that, I made arrangements to trade places with this girl Silk so I could try to milk this nigga they was talking about before my stage performance.

"Chasity, hurry up, there's money out there girl," I said.

"You ain't said nuttin but a word, let's go," she smiled. The deejay was playing my song, "There's Some Hoes in This House." It wasn't hard to figure out where the real money was because the hoes flocked to him like he was Jay Z, shooting a video for "Girls, Girls, Girls." Only thing wrong with this video was that most of the bitches in here look like who done it and why; I mean tore up from the floor up, so it wouldn't be hard to steal the nigga's attention.

Chasity's pretty ass is a big flirt anyway and a hustler, like me. Automatically a scheme came into play, 'cause great minds do think alike. The plan was to get him to spend some money here, then hit a telli (motel) on some two for the price of one type shit, fuck him to sleep and rob his ass.

"Would you like a dance?" Chasity asked him.

"Nah, I'm good but what up with you and your girl giving my man here a dance. It's his birthday." After like five drinks, I lost count as far as how many dances we gave his boy. I also changed the plan about trying to rob dude, I was feeling him a lil' something. I was feeling him even more when he peeled off four $100 bills from the money stashed in his right pocket and gave me and Chass $200 a piece.

"I didn't get your name," I said with a smile.

"That's because I didn't give it, what's yours?" He said show-ing his pearly whites. "Sha... I mean, Cream." I said, almost giving up my government.

Chocolate boy wonder wasn't giving up nothing else but a smile. "I'll be back to check you shorty," he said as he got up from the bar to leave.

I hit him back with a quick response. "I'll be waiting." It was only one a.m. I had a couple of hundreds in my pocket and still three hours left to dance my sets and make some more. Shit, I wasn't mad at all.

"Chasity, did you get dudes name?" I asked.

"Nah... but his boy's name is Mike. He gave me his number."

"Oh really," I said with a lil' hate in my tone.

I dozed off watching the amateur night part of the Apollo when
the phone rang and woke me.
I debated on whether or not I should answer or let my machine pick it up. I looked at the caller ID and decided to answer.

"Yo, what up ma, what you doing?"

"Who's this," I said, knowing exactly who it was.

"Damn after all the good ass pussy you been giving me, you still don't know who dis is?" he said.

"Oh, hey C-God, what's up baby?"

"I hope you and me, 'cause I'm in front of your crib."

"So what, you tryin' to come in?"

"Oh, no doubt, but for now why don't you throw on something and come take a ride with me."

"Alright, I'll be out in five minutes," I said. I jumped up and threw on a pair of Gap jeans, a baby tee and a pair of Chanel shoes. Then, ran to the bathroom, took off my head scarf and combed down my wrap; brushed my teeth and put a little '
oh
baby
' Mac gloss on my lips, with liner of course. When I got out to his truck, he was in the passenger's seat; I assumed he wanted me to drive.

"So, where we going?" I asked.

"Let's go get something to eat, 'cause a nigga starvin." I wasn't really hungry, but I could tell C had been drinking so maybe a little food would sober him up. I suggested Georgia Peach, this diner on Queens Boulevard. He already had his eyes closed and seat leaning all the way back; I guess it was left up to me.

"Hey, wake up. I'm gonna just go place your order to go, what do you want?" I said.

"Order me some chicken fingers and fries." After getting his food, I drove back to my place. He came in and fell out on my bed. Two months had past since I started fucking around exclusively with C and to my surprise I wasn't even tired of him yet.

We had lots of fun together. He seems to be doing all the right things.

Not only does he give up that paper willingly, but he makes me feel like I'm the sexiest bitch to ever walk the planet.

Sometimes, we'll just take a late night ride, smoke some trees and listen to slow jams. I feel safe with him. Niggas know not to fuck with him either; he has a reputation for murdering niggas in a heartbeat, friend or foe. That's hard for me to believe because I haven't seen that side of him yet. Although, I did hear him talking on his cell to his boy Mike about some cat that got the Carolinas and Virginia on lock and be selling his weight for cheap prices, so his clientele is large.

"Yo, I want you and Ness to keep an eye on that nigga. Find out who else he down with 'cause that nigga trying to stop me from eating yo, and it ain't gon' happen, son. What, yo! Just do what the fuck I said and holla back from a pay phone. A'ight, out!"

I walked in the room right as he slammed the hood down on his Nextel, feeling kind of turned on by his authority.

"What up ma?" he asked.

"I'm about to show you," I said, as I kneeled down on my knees and unzipped his pants. I began to deep throat his thick 10 1/2 inches of hardness.

"Umm, damn, that's what's up. You tryin' to turn a nigga out or something? Don't stop." He moaned and moaned some more.

I knew I had him right where I wanted him. His body started to jerk as he clutched on to the edge of the bed and began to breath heavy. "Oh shit, I'm about to cum," he said. Normally at that point I would have stopped, but his excitement made my pussy start to cum as well; so instead of stopping I drank them babies.

"C, next weekend my girl Keisha... you remember Keisha, right?"

"Yeah, she kinda short-brown skin, right?"

"Uh huh, that's her."

"Who she fuck with?" he inquired.

"This guy named Tucker."

"From where?" he continued.

"He's from Brooklyn, but they live together out here in Jamaica. Anyway, listen, she's baptizing their son and I'm gonna to be the godmother, you wanna come with me?"

"Nah, that ain't my type of party," he said.

I got a little attitude. Shit, after one of my best head jobs "no" was not what I wanted to hear. As those thoughts ran through my mind, he must've noticed the disappointment in my face, because he started explaining his reason.

"Churches just make me feel uncomfortable, so don't be mad a'ight." Then, he said those magic words, "You need some money?"

"Yeah," I said with a smile.

"How much you need?" he asked.

"About $500."

"A'ight, I got you," he said, holding me tight. "So, what's good for the night? You wanna go out for a drink?" This boy knows he could drink. Since I've been fuckin' with him, I've become a bit of a lush my damn self. I thought before I said, "Sounds like a plan to me." Later that night we hit this spot on Merrick called Quiet Storm. I've lived in South Side, Jamaica all my life and I never knew Queens had so many local hangout spots. C-God sat at the bar and I went to the bathroom. The place was packed, but small. As I walked to the back to look for the bathroom, I noticed there were more women then men. I mean it had to be like five women to one man. A perfect example of how there's a shortage of men in the world. On my way back to the bar, I heard the DJ

say, "Free drinks for the first 25 ladies. Oh yeah ladies you got ten minutes to place your drink order." You should've seen those thirsty bitches pushing each other as they ran over and bum rushed the bar. The shit was crazy. It reminded me of the way them old ladies in my neighborhood be rushing to the church every Wednesday morning to get that free bag of food before it ran out. I wasn't even tryin' to take a chance getting back to the bar, 'cause if one of those thirsty hoes step on my $300 boots from Sacco's, it was gonna be on up in here. So I waited out the ten minutes.

Then the DJ stopped the music again and said, "Oh yeah ladies, those drinks... Compliments from my man C-God over there at the bar. Ha ha, I see ya big baller. Ya'll ladies thank him for quenching that thirst, a'ight. My man this song's for you player."

The DJ was giving C props. He threw on Jay-z 's "Big Pimpin'." I was pissed. I couldn't believe this nigga is up in here spending money on these bitches, money that could've been spent on me. I squeezed my ass right through the crowd that had now loosened up a little. All I seen was girls up in his face smiling, and his ass enjoying every moment of it. '
Oh, he's really
tryna to play me
.' "Excuse me," I said, in a nasty tone.