The Candy Shop (19 page)

“Because I’m happy.”

“What are you happy about?”

“About a whole lot of things.”

“Like what?” I pressed on.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Well, try me.”

“Nah,” he said, as he climbed onto the bed. “Maybe I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay, that’s fine,” I said.

So, he slid a little closer to me and asked me how badly I wanted those pills. And my answer to him was, “What do you think?”

“Well, I can’t answer that. Because I would be putting words in your mouth. So, I want to hear it from you.”

I hesitated for a moment, trying to gather up the right words in my mind that would best describe how I was feeling at this very moment, but for some reason all I could say was, “Because I’m hurting.”

“A’ight,” Papoose said as he stripped off his white tank top and placed two of the methadone pills right on top of his stomach, revealing his awesome–looking six pack. “Now, show me how bad you want these two pills right here,” he continued as he looked me directly into my eyes.

Now, I knew exactly what that meant. And for him to come off on me like that, humiliated the hell out of me. But, what other option did I have? I mean, this nigga had me exactly where he wanted me, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it but go with the flow. So, I got up on my knees and crawled over toward him.

“Take off your shirt and your bra,” he instructed me.

So, I stopped in my tracks, stood up on my knees, and pulled off both my shirt and bra. After he got his first glimpse of my breasts, he said, “Damn, Shorty, you got some pretty-ass titties!”

I didn’t comment, but I did smile.

“Are dem joints real?” he asked me with a puzzled expression.

“Yes, they are,” I assured him and then I got back down on my hands and started crawling toward him. As soon as I got in the position he wanted me, he had me unzip his jeans and pull his already-hard dick through the open slit of his boxers.

“Lick the head,” he told me as he started massaging and squeezing my left breast in his hand.

So, I did. But then he said, “Let me see if you can put my whole joint in your mouth.”

Now before I did just that, I measured his entire dick with my eyes and played around with it with my tongue. And once I was sure that I wouldn’t humiliate myself and gag on it, I pushed the whole thing into my mouth like it was nothing. And he went crazy.

“Ahh, shit!” he said as I tightened my mouth around the base of it. “You got some mu’fucking skills, girl!”

I didn’t comment because my mouth was too full. But, I was able to look him into his eyes and wink. And that drove him crazy too. I had to admit that I was starting to enjoy myself.

While I was serving homeboy up, unbelievably my pussy started getting all moist and wet. I mean, it was a total shock to me because I was getting turned on by a man who wasn’t even my husband, and it was beginning to feel really strange. But, then I figured that your heart wasn’t going to lie to you. So, I said fuck it, and kept on doing what I was doing.

“Damn right, Faith, suck this dick, girl!” he kept saying as he moaned uncontrollably.

And it’s crazy because when you hear a man moan with passion the shit will turn a woman on and make her go that extra mile to get him to climax. So, that’s what I did as I started stroking the shaft with one hand and sucking the tip of the head with my mouth.

“Ahh shit!” he said immediately after I engulfed his whole dick into my mouth once again.

“You like this, don’t cha?” I asked in a cocky manner between licks.

“You muthafucking right!” Papoose screamed out to the top of his voice.

And for a minute there, I thought this nigga was turning into a little bitch from that scream he hurdled out of his mouth. But, I chalked it up and laughed and knew from that point that I was doing my thing.

“Oh yeah . . .Shorty, I’m about to cum,” he warned me and closed his eyes.

So, I tightened my mouth around the head some more and continued to pump his dick like I was trying to get water from a well. And after thirty more seconds of this, homeboy’s body started trembling like he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” he warned me once more.

And then out of nowhere, this nigga shot about two ounces of this warm, milk-like texture into my mouth, but I refused to swallow it. So, I played it off and opened my mouth just enough around the head and released every drop of it down the sides of this dick while I was still sucking on it.

“Oh yeah,” he said as he opened up his eyes and slapped the back of my ass. “You got some good muthafucking head!”

“Yeah, my husband tells me the same thing,” I told him as I began to search for the two methadone pills which had fallen somewhere on the bed, near where we were.

“Well, your husband sho knows what he’s talking about,” he commented as he got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom.

But, I wasn’t paying his ass no mind. My main concern was locating those two pills. So, I continued my search and finally found them both. When I got them in my hands, I rushed to the table and grabbed my half-filled glass of orange juice, threw my head back, tossed both of them down my throat, and sent the orange juice down behind it.

Now, it took about ten minutes or so for the pills to work. And when these bad boys started taking effect, I felt like I was high all over again.

I mean, the shit was good! And Papoose was right, it definitely killed the cravings of that heroin, too. So, I figured with the rest of that supply he had for me, I was going to be all right.

Papoose and I had been staying in this hotel room for about three weeks and I must admit that I had truly become accustomed to how he was taking care of me. And can you believe it, he called me his girlfriend, which I thought is kind of cute. All we did every day was eat, sleep, fuck each other’s brains out and, at the end of the day, I got my meth pills, so I was cool with this setup!

The only thing I didn’t like was when he left me in the room all day so he could run the streets in my car. Now, I knew he was out there taking care of business most of the time, but I got tired of sitting in the room and not being able to go anywhere.

He told me he only kept me there as a part of my recovery. But, I thought that was bullshit, because I believed the real reason he kept me locked up in the room was because he was out there running around with a whole bunch of hoes and niggas in my car, and just didn’t want me to know about it.

So, to feed my curiosity, I tried to call Teresa’s home telephone number to see if she could school me as to what was really going on, but her phone service was disconnected and that sent me right back to the drawing board. But, then again, I figured something would surface and I’d have all the answers I needed.

Now after all the time I’d been spending at the hotel with Papoose, just that night I was yearning to be back at home with Eric again. But, I knew that would be a long shot since I’d admitted to his parents that I had a dope habit, and blew smoke up their asses when I told them I was going to let them put me in a drug rehab center. But then again, I figured if I went over to the house and showed him how I’d been keeping my weight up and told him how I’d managed to stay clean from heroin for over three weeks, maybe he’d let me come back in the house. And if not, then I just hoped and prayed he’d let me spend some time with my baby. But, I’d never know the answers to those questions until he and I came face to face with one another.

Later that night, Papoose came walking in the room shy of three a.m., and he was not the same person he was earlier. He was cursing like his mind was going bad. As a matter of fact, he was showing me the other side of him, and that other side was very volatile. So after he slammed the door and turned on the light, I knew I was going to be up for the rest of the night.

“Ay yo’, Faith, ” he called out my name as he threw my car keys down on the table.

“Yeah,” I replied, barely audible.

“You up?”

“I am now,” I told him as I turned over, barely able to focus my eyes to the lighting. But after I batted my eyelids a few times, my vision came in clearly. And what did I see standing before me, but this nigga with a whole bunch of scratches all over his neck and face. So, I sat up in the bed and asked him what in the hell happened.

“Yo, I almost killed your bitch-ass friend tonight!” he said in a belligerent manner.

“Who, Teresa?” I asked as my mind began to run rapid.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head as if he was replaying their confrontation in his mind.

So, when I asked him what happened, he went into this whole spiel, saying, “Ay yo, Shorty, you have no idea how much I had been looking out for your fucking friend. And it seemed like every time she came to score some dope from me, she was always either coming up short or wanted me to give my shit up for free. So, I let her ass slide a few times ’cause that’s your peoples. But, when she came to me tonight, talking about she copped some bad dope from me earlier, I told her to get the fuck outta my face. So, she tried to stand there and get loud with me, and tell me that if I didn’t give her another pill, she was gon’ call the narcs on me. And when she told me that, I punched that bitch right in her face!”

“Are you serious!” I asked him as my mouth popped wide open.

“You muthafucking right, I’m serious! That bitch disrespected me, so I knocked her ass out!” he continued as he became a little animated with the constant movement of his hands and his body.

“And what did she do?”

“Oh, she tried to fight me back. That’s why I got all these scratches on me. But trust me; me and my boys laid that bitch out after she ran up on me like she was a fucking wild woman or something.”

“Damn!” I said as I began to get a sour taste in my mouth. “Y’all didn’t hurt her real bad, did you?”

“She ain’t dead! So, she’s a’ight!” he commented in an unconcerned way. “But, one of my homeboys did call me and tell me that the ambulance and the police came out there after I left, and that they think she told them I was the one who beat her ass because the police started asking people where could they find Papoose.”

“Nah, I don’t believe that, because that’s not Teresa’s style,” I said, running to her defense.

“I hope it ain’t. ’Cause I tell you what, if she did, she better not ever show her face out Grandy Park again!”

“Well, don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to her,” I assured him.

“Nah, you ain’t gotta talk to that bitch! As a matter of fact, I don’t want you fucking with her, period, ’cause she’s a rat and rats ain’t to be trusted!”

“So, you’re telling me that I can’t even call her?”

“Hell nah! You can’t call that bitch!” he told me in an aggressive manner. “I don’t even wanna hear you say her muthafucking name ’round me no more. ’Cause if I do, I’ma go the fuck off.”

I listened to his idle threats, but I took it with a grain of salt. And when he finished ranting and raving about how he’d kill somebody if they crossed him, he marched off to the bathroom. I heard him turn on the shower, so I knew then that he was about to bathe. And that’s when I turned back over on my stomach to get me some more shut eye. But of course, that was short lived when he later climbed on top of me from behind and started spreading my ass cheeks, and sliding his fingers down inside my asshole.

“Shorty, don’t go to sleep, ’cause I’m trying to get in this ass!” he insisted as he took his dick out and started using it as a whip to smack the back of my butt checks. Whack! Whack! Whack! was the only sound bouncing off the walls in our room. And as my ass started jiggling back and forth from the effects of the blows from his dick, he started getting more and more excited. And when that happened, he instructed me to get on my knees. So, I did. But, something wasn’t quite right for him, so he said, “Wait a minute, I want you to lean forward and lay your head down on the pillow like you’re a mu’fucking sliding board, but keep your ass cocked up in the air so I can ride dis dick inside you real good!”

“Do you want me to spread my thighs open too?” I asked him as I prepared myself to be pounded with his nine-inch rod. I mean, this young boy had it going on, for real! And if I didn’t watch it, he was gonna have my ass dick whipped.

“Yeah, spread ’em just a li’l bit,” he said.

So, I did. And then all of a sudden, I felt this rock-hard dick creeping between my thighs and landed smack dab in the wet pool of my pussy. So, I immediately started grinding on it, using both my hips and my clit to navigate the ride. And before I knew it, I had his whole dick soaked and wet. So, of course, I was loving every minute of it. He was too, because he couldn’t keep his mouth closed for nothing.

“Ahhh . . .yeah, work that pussy!” he said as he smacked my ass a couple times.

“You like the way I’m riding this dick, huh?” I asked him as I continued to rock my ass back and forth.

“You muthafucking right!” he replied with excitement. “That’s why if I don’t go in your ass now, you gon’ make me cum!”

“Well, go ’head and put it in,” I instructed him and completely stopped moving.

Within seconds he had every inch of his hard meat buried in my ass. He used all the juices from my pussy as a lubricant to push his way inside me, to prevent him from ripping the lining of my anus apart. And believe me, it worked like a charm. Now, as he began to pump his dick deep inside me, I started feeling tons of pressure because quiet as it was kept, this nigga was fucking the shit out of me. So, I figured the only way to get this nigga off me was to hurry along the process by making him cum quicker. And that’s exactly what I did.

“Oooooh . . .yeah, ride this ass, baby!” I instructed him and then I bit down into the pillow for solace as I tried to endure the pain.

“Yeah, you like the way I be fucking this phat ass, don’t cha?” he asked me, as he spread my cheeks open a little bit more for leverage.

“Yeah baby, your dick feels real good in my ass! That’s why I want you to bust off in me right now.” I continued egging his ass on, hoping he was about to cum. And sure enough, he was.