Envy (11 page)

CHAPTER 16

Chiney Jackson had gotten sprung from Rikers Island a couple of weeks ahead of schedule, and she hit the wonderful streets of Harlem rolling hard. She’d taken her little jail bid in stride, and now that she’d hit the bricks she was determined to make up for lost time.

She had promised her brother Trey she was gonna spend the morning looking for a drug treatment program to enroll in, but instead she rode her ten-speed bike up on the avenue, and looked around to see who was handling some bizz. Young Maleek was posted up on the corner grind, and he spotted her as she was peddling toward him.

“Whattup, whattup?” he greeted her, dapping her out like she was a dude for real.

Maleek was one of the few trap boys who respected Chiney for who she was. He was also one of the few who was willing to handle any transactions with her too, as most of the other hustlers were too fearful of her brother to get down with her like that.

“It’s all good,” Chiney said, passing him some cash in her dap. Chiney and Maleek used to be cool back in the day when Mayhem and Messiah were playing varsity ball. They’d both enjoyed the limelight of having talented, popular brothers. And they’d both suffered the loss when their brothers were suddenly gone: Mayhem to the grave, and Messiah to jail.

“Ay, what kinda music is playing in the club tonight?” she asked, speaking in code.

“Oh, the club is hot,” Maleek assured her. “Got that Red Devil, baby.” He tossed off a vial containing four small pills. The words Divine Nine were stamped on the outside. “See how that do you,” he said, stepping off to take care of another customer. “Lemme know how you fly.”

Two hours later Chiney was flying high.

She had hooked up with her booty call for the night and both of them had popped the tabs she had copped from Leek.

“Damn, baby,” Chiney moaned as she gazed at the head full of weave that bobbed between her legs. Being in jail had put some constraints on her sex life, but that didn’t have shit to do with how horny she was tonight.

Chiney liked to fuck when she was high, and right now, she sat on her brother’s coffee table with her right leg bent and her foot resting on the edge. Her left leg was splayed out in front of her, and a fly little light-skinned honey was kneeling between her thighs giving up that wet-wet.

“Yeah,” Chiney directed her lover as the girl alternated between slathering her clit with her warm tongue and sucking it between her soft lips. “Right there, baby. “Oh yeah. Jack it for Daddy. Jack it.”

Chiney had a very large clit for a woman. It protruded from her vaginal lips and felt to her like what she imagined a man’s dick must have felt like to him.

She leaned back on the table, letting her right leg fall open wider. The girl between her legs parted Chiney’s ass cheeks and put some dressing on that salad.

Chiney felt her clit jerking. She didn’t know if it was the drugs she’d ingested or the pussy she was smelling, but a spasm shot through her and her nipples began to tingle.

Pushing the girl’s head away, she stood up and helped her girl get up too. They stood close together, kissing and swaying in the middle of the room.

The girl was soft and cuddly in Chiney’s muscular arms. She smelled sweet, and the sensation of their nipples brushing together almost drove Chiney wild.

She lay the girl down on the floor and climbed on top of her. Yeah, she had a bedroom that she could have taken the girl to, but Chiney liked it raw and spontaneous.     

She got on top of the girl and reached between them to finger her softness. Spreading the girl’s lower lips, Chiney positioned herself so that her stiff, dangling clit was at the door of the girl’s wet tunnel.

Moans rose in the air as the two women fucked. Their clits collided as they rubbed pussies back and forth as they got their mash on. Chiney pumped the chick just like a man would. She cupped the girl’s firm breasts and squeezed her thick nipples between her fingers.

The girl moaned loud and long in Chiney’s ear. Her movements became more frantic as she gripped Chiney’s ass and ground her pussy around. Guiding one breast to her mouth, Chiney bit down on the girl’s nipple, causing her to yelp and come hard, throwing her hands over her head as she surrendered to the pussy whipping that Chiney was putting on her.

But now, a hurricane was brewing deep in Chiney’s clitoris too, and as gay as she was, she still longed to feel something thick and hard banging against her inner walls.

“Fuck me,” she muttered, taking the girl’s hand and placing it between her legs. Two fingers were inside her before she knew it, and as the chick stroked and sloshed her fingers around in the pool Chiney’s pussy had created, Chiney locked her legs on the girl’s hand, and gyrated her hips until she came too, her little man quivering as her boat got rocked and her sugar walls melted in delight.

CHAPTER 17

Monique was stretched out in the hotel bed watching television and sipping some Moet when she heard a door slam and footsteps booking outside in the hall. She glanced at her watch. Nooni had only been in the room with the trick for ten minutes, which wasn’t even enough time for them to get down to any real business. She frowned moments later when there was a desperate series of knocks on her door.

“Monique!” the young girl begged from outside in the hall, “Please let me in!”

Jumping from the bed, Monique unlocked the door and flung it open.

“
Sssh!”
she whispered, snatching Nooni inside the room. The girl was crying and holding both hands near her neck. Her swirly ponytail had come undone and her makeup was smudged all over her face. “What the hell happened?” Monique demanded.

“H-h-he tried to choke me!” Nooni cried hoarsely. “At first he said he was a bottom bitch. He wanted me to punish him, but he had all kinds of needles stuck in his balls!” Then he told me to pluck out all the little hairs around his nuts,” the girl squirmed, squeamish and disgusted by the memory, “but I just couldn’t do that shit!”

“Why not?” Monique demanded. “Didn’t he pay you first? You couldn’t just snatch them hairs out and keep it moving?”

Nooni shook her head.

“I couldn’t, Monique. That shit was too freaky. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t do it!”

“So you just upped and left?”

The young girl shook her head no again.

“He got mad and wanted me to give him his money back. He tried to go in my purse and we started fighting. He knocked me against the desk and started choking me. I didn’t have no choice, Monique. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t get away neither. So I hit him.”

Monique gave her a look. “You hit him?”

“Yeah,” Nooni said nodding. “With a lamp.”

“And then what happened?”

“He fell,” Nooni whispered, fresh tears running from her eyes. “He fell and I think he hit his head because a whole lotta blood started gushing outta him. And that’s when I ran.”

Monique stared at the girl. Her scary ass coulda put them in a trick bag for sure.

“Stop crying,” she told Nooni, hugging her briefly. “I’ma go see if he’s okay. You stay here and change your clothes and start packing up our shit. Wash your face first,” Monique told her. She slid the key-card from the dresser. “I’ll be right back.”

$$$$$

J-Ugly stood outside the trap house clenching his ass-cheeks tight. He had to take a serious shit but there were way too many customers flying at him to get off the trap anytime soon.

His boss Lil Lee had just swung by with a nice resupply, so he knew nobody else would be coming by to check for him anytime soon. His eyes darted up toward Lenox Avenue and hope surged in him at what he saw.

“Yo, Leek!” he yelled at the young cat who was about to head across the street. “Ay, slime, lemme holla at you for a minute!”

Maleek was down with the same click that J-Ugly was, but he was even lower on the food chain. J liked the boy ’cause he was cold as ice, and plus the same chick braided both of their hair, and they were cool like that.

“Yo, listen up, son,” he said when Maleek got over to him. The boy was young, but he was already mad tall, and the two of them stood eye-to-eye. “I got this work on me but I need to hit the bathroom real quick. Hold this shit down for me while I run inside, and make sure my money is right when I get back out here, ya heard?”

Dope and money passed from one hand to the next, and it happened so fast the casual observer woulda missed it.

“I’ll be right back,” J-Ugly screwed up his handsome face as his stomach cramped with pressure. He ran up the steps and pushed through the raggedy door, then bust into the filthy crack den and hauled ass toward the bathroom.

$$$$$

“Girl you walk just like a damn duck,” Taleah said as she switched her booty down Lenox Avenue. She was walking her pregnant friend to the corner store so the girl could get a bag of those hot, crunchy pork skins that she’d been craving all day.

Her thirteen-year-old girlfriend laughed. “Later for you! I’m nine-months, stupid. How the hell do you expect me to walk?”

“I’on’t know but I be glad when you drop that load. It’s fuckin’ up my flow. Niggahs look at you and don’t even wanna holla at me. Hell, I ain’t the one swollen. I’m still cute.”

They were just about to cross the street when Princess saw a guy she knew hustlin’ from the block.

“Girl, that dude is fine as hell,” she said and nodded at a tall corner boy with fresh cornrows in his hair. He was standing outside of a trap house and working hard on the grind.

“Hold up for a minute,” Princess said, and waddled her way over to the dude. She said a few words, then they walked over to the building and huddled for a quick second. The next thing Taleah knew, Princess was walking up the building’s front steps as fast as she could.

“Hey heffah!” Taleah hollered. “Where the hell you going?”

Princess waved her off. “Go ‘head, Tee! I’ma catch up with you later, okay?”

Taleah started to say something slick, but a look from the trap boy froze her cold.

“All right then,” she muttered under her breath as she turned around and headed back toward her block. “How a bitch gonna ask me to give her a walk,” she said out loud, “and then just leave me hanging like that? Pregnant bitches got a lotta nerve. They got a whole lotta nerve.”

CHAPTER 18

The muffled voices of other hotel guests drifted into the hallway as Monique crept three doors down to the room where Nooni had left the trick. She inserted her key-card in the door, then waited until the small light flashed green before pushing down on the latch and going inside.

The room was cool and dim, and the first thing she did was run the back of her hand along the wall and flip on the light switch.

The trick was laying there, banged up and bloody, just like Nooni had said.

Monique stepped over to him cautiously, but even before she got up on him she knew what time it was. The naked white man was stretched out on his back with his legs cocked open and slobber coming out of his mouth. A big-ass noogie had jumped up red and swollen on the side of his head and a small pool of blood had leaked onto the floor. His torture kit was laid out neatly on one bed, and the lamp Nooni had hit him with was turn over on its side.