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  DOPE GIRL 4

  © 2015 Sa’id Salaam

  Black Ink Publications

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  Acknowledgements

  First and foremost I want to praise and thank my Lord for absolutely everything. It's not possible to count His favors and blessings, so I won't even try. Instead I thank Him for everything.

  Next, the ladies of my life: my wife Jennah, Mom Diedra, Grandma Rainey, daughters Bryonna and Jessica, and my granddaughters Aliya and Liv.

  My man's and dem: my sons, grandson, brothers, cousins and err body else.

  And of course all of y'all, the readers.... Athea Cranford, Ghoul Field, LaKeysa, Shine, Diana S., Cassandra Hayes, Myijai, Karen Taylor, Tammy Powell Herbert, Toshiba, Shanika, Denise Miller, Love, [email protected], Miss Keshia Henry, Byron Mathis, Rosie, Damion Hamilton, Tanisha Barrett, Tisha Wills, Lakeshia, Rhonda, Malisha Marie Jones, Saima Mann, Gwendolyn Allen Lawson G Law, Laurie Starr Thomas, Patryce Johnson, Clarice MsRere Henry, Chef Brooklyn Shandy, Amie, Aisha Berry, Kastin Blak, Missy Yel, Stacey Michelle Hunt, Cynt Lil Cuba Lady Aces SC prez, CeCe Lucas, Marcel Ford, Tanisha Reed, Karimah, Tee Tee Aintworriedaboutdanext Samuels, Stacey Nelson, LaVina Richardson, Betty Imthatdamngood Bethea, Antoinette Mitchell Tate, Imanni Bella Angel Gaye, Rebecca Ortiz, Areya Square, Krystal Johnson, Rashida, Sarah Clowers, Tasha Williams, Helena Harris, Niecy Niece Tyson, LaShawn Green, Lissha, Iona Sawyer, Jerrice Owens, Troi Thompson, Anissa, Shandi obsessedwithpurple Guibeaux, Liltinybk Williams Liltinybk Williams, Neice Sanders, Tammy Jernigan, Author Sunshine, Felicia Coleman Brown, Yolanda Evans Harris, Benita Williams, Lera Murray, Enez Welch, Dion E [email protected], Denise Moore, Sylina Freeman, Stephanie Thompson, Natasha Potts, Kim Fonda, Tonya Everett, Kateri Young, Lisa Bryant, LaShonna Tinner Gross, Bernie Bagley, Anita Guerra, Yolanda R. Ray, Sharon LadyShay, Jacque (JJ) Jones, Patricia Watkins, NeKesha Milton, Kimberly Carter, Michelle Wilson, Latonya LadyBlaize Knight, Kayla MeBendez, AbdulHaqq, Meaka Imperfectbeauty Garner, Vanessa Speaks, Tamisha Daunyale Scruggs, Kathleen Lucas, Priscilla Murray, Pista Pete, Monique Colter, Alicia Jel-lo Dean, Cheryl Kitchen Lewis, Lisa Saxon, and Bree. Thanks for all of your loyal support, encouragement, suggestions, and love. Team Salaam!!!!

  "Treat women nicely, for a woman is created from a rib, and the most curved portion of the rib is its upper portion, so, if you should try to straighten it, it will break, but if you leave it as it is, it will remain crooked. So treat women nicely"

  Introduction

  “Ok look it, you can look, and touch as much as you like; just don’t be tryna put no fangers in her. And if’n you can’t put no fanger in her then you damn sho cain’t put yo’ thang off in her!” Kathy said emphatically. Molesting her daughter came with rules.

  Tywanna just lay there in a cheap flannel nightgown covering her frail eight-year-old frame. Her eyes were tightly shut in hopes that this latest pervert would have a flash of humanity and leave her alone. Just let the little girl sleep and go home to their wife. If not then it was a trap.

  Her mind flashed back a couple of years to when she had come across a young possum. She quickly decided the small rodent would be a nice addition to the variety of animals that called the Johnson residence home. Every stray cat and dog knew it could at least get a bowl of fresh water if it happened by, food too on the rare occasion that Tywanna had had her fill.

  The small possum would fit right in the mini zoo young Tywanna ran. The family of squirrels, chickens, and roosters were her family and only friends.

  The only problem with the plan was that the critter preferred the woods to whatever the girl was offering. For all it knew the strange creature wanted to eat her. The possum ran, ducked, and dodged in a valiant effort not to get captured, but ultimately got cornered.

  With no place to run or chance of escape, the poor thing keeled over on its back and died. Tywanna was devastated by the turn of events.

  “Aww,” the young girl whined as she scooped the dead animal into her hands. Tears streamed down her face as she mourned its short life. She cradled it and rocked gently in her sorrow.

  Suddenly the possum came back to life. It opened its eyes along with its mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Before Tywanna could drop the ferocious hissing little beast, it clamped down on the flesh between her thumb and index finger.

  “You little bitch!” she screamed flailing her hand to free herself from the savage animal. ‘Little bitch’ was a term she picked up from her mother.

  Anytime her child interfered with what she had going on, like smoking crack or fucking and sucking to get crack, Kathy cursed her daughter.

  When the animal’s teeth finally met through the flesh of its victim a final thrust sent it sailing into a pine tree.

  Tywanna was bleeding profusely and in incredible pain but more than anything, she was angry. Mad as hell actually, as she approached the dazed rodent. It struggled to regain its composure so it could scurry into the woods and find safety but didn’t make it.

  Tywanna pounced before the possum had a chance to fully recover. Using a garden tool, she beat the animal to pieces. Not quite finished she kicked the parts in different directions until they were dispersed into the woods.

  The young girl learned two very valuable lessons that day. The first was how to ‘play possum’ to lure your opponent in by pretending to be sick or weak and then when you had them close enough to kill, KILL!

  The second lesson was that payback was sweet.

  Chapter 1

  “What the hell?” Angela cursed in English and then ranted in Spanish at the high beams flashing in her rearview mirror. She had recognized the SUV as one of the security teams and pulled over. She assumed he was trailing her for her safety, but nothing could be further from the truth.

  The woman deemed the help as beneath her and spoke down to them if and when she spoke to them. She gathered a mouthful of venom to spit at him for interrupting her mission. Angela was quite proud of herself for standing up to Mama Salazar. The woman had a reputation for being a very dangerous woman. Still she stood her ground and was ready to reveal to Juan that Cameisha was his sister.

  Angela snatched her car over to the curb abruptly and rolled down the window. She was ready to read El-Capitan the riot act as he approached. Only the vicious man didn’t do nagging. As soon as he reached the driver’s side window, he lifted the silenced pistol and fired twice. The muted gunshot redecorated the cream leather interior pink with blood and brain matter. He smiled down at his handiwork and turned on his heels.

  “It is done,” El-Capitan reported when Marisol took his call.

  “Bueno, Bueno,” she nodded as a black hearted smile wrinkled her face. This would start a war that would rid the world of the shame of her beloved husband’s illegitimate child. A war she knew she would win. However, pride comes before the fall.

  ****

  “Hmm,” Juan muttered when he awoke alone in his bed. Had his sexy girlfriend been home he would have rolled over and slid his morning erection inside of her. Nothing starts the day off like busting a good nut.

  “Angela!” he called towards the bathroom and got no reply. He got the same results as he called her name throughout the unit. His fingers snapped recalling her telling him she was going to see his mother the night before.

  He remembered thinking it odd since his mother didn’t particularly care for Angela and Angela didn’t like anyone. He shrugged it off assuming they were trying to make nice for his sake. Juan could be gullible like that when it came to those two.

  Juan grabbed his phone to call but changed his mind. Instead, he decided to drive over and treat his women
to breakfast. He selected an outfit from his closet and then selected a vehicle. The gate opened at the mansion and he drove in. A frown furrowed his brown when Angela’s car wasn’t among the fleet of luxury cars in the circular driveway.

  “Hola Mama, donde esta mi espousa?” Juan asked after greeting his mother with a kiss on her fleshy cheek.

  “Tu espousa?” she scoffed indignantly. “No esta aki. She went to see the black girl.”

  “Cameisha?” Juan frowned deeper. That was even odder to him.

  “Si, they were arguing on the phone last night and she went to her house. I hope that black girl hasn’t done anything to her,” Marisol moaned crossing her chest. She then lifted her crucifix to her lips and kissed it for added drama, with her dramatic ass.

  “On the phone?” Juan asked as he pulled his from his pocket. His mother was delighted to see him fall for the lie. She was pleased by his frustration from his call being unanswered.

  Juan called Cameisha’s number repeatedly as he raced towards the house. He knew exactly where it was since he owned the property. Again and again, he got her voicemail. Since he wasn’t the type to leave a message, he hung up and dialed again. The Dope Girl was in a deep sleep from getting dicked down by her Dope Boy.

  “This is Meisha-Meisha, leave a name, and number so I can reach ya,” she rapped on the recording.

  Juan whipped into the driveway and proved his anti-lock brakes true, stopping an inch from the garage door. He hopped out and up the stairs in long angry strides.

  Aqua heard the banging on the door, but had no intention on interrupting her shower. Her beloved was in a box under a tombstone, so she knew whoever it was wasn’t there for her.

  Samantha figured it wasn’t for her either since she never invited anyone over. She was so frustrated over her scientific failure she tried to ignore the door. She easily flipped two kilos into eight but could not make it any stronger.

  “Ok, ok,” Samantha huffed when she saw that no one planned to get the door and the knocker was not giving up.

  “Where is Cameisha?” Juan demanded as he stormed into the house. He scanned the empty living room before turning back to Samantha. He had yet to meet the talkative girl and was about to learn a lesson about asking her anything. Her crew had long ago stopped asking her questions. If they didn’t know, they just wouldn’t know.

  Samantha took a deep breath…and went in!

  “She’s not here. I think she went to the apartment to take Self and Bad Ass somewhere. That nasty little boy has the right name, Bad Ass! Because he’s a bad ass! He stared at my breasts the whole time and then whispered at me! You know what he said? I’ll tell you what he said! Said he heard white girls give good head, but I don’t know how true it is. They say all black guys have big dicks but all black guys don’t have big dicks. Most dicks are normal but some are big, some are really big! I met this one guy…”

  “Ok, ok!” Juan broke in waving his hands as if it would help stop the flow. “Where is Angela?”

  “Angela?” Samantha answered the question with a question since they hadn’t met. “No just me and Aqua. I spoke to Cameisha last night to tell her I couldn’t make the cocaine any stronger. I think it may be dangerous too, I think Tommy may have OD’d…”

  “Wait…you’re the one who has been altering the cocaine?” Juan asked feeling his blood boil.

  “Yup!” she sang proudly and got knocked the fuck out.

  Juan hit her with a hard right that put her to sleep. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but knew she was a vital part of it. He hoisted the sleeping girl onto his shoulder and carried her out to the car.

  The trunk popped remotely as he neared and in went Samantha. Aqua had just reached her window in time to see Juan get behind the wheel. She shrugged it off and went to heat up one of her frozen Fat-Fat burgers.

  “Manny, get everyone to the house. The whole family, now!” Juan barked into his phone when his brother answered. “We have a problem. A big fucking problem!”

  “Everyone? Cameisha too?” Manny asked to clarify.

  “No! Everyone except her. She’s the problem!”

  Chapter 2

  Cameisha awoke snuggled up against Trigga. That morning like most mornings, she felt a nice stiff erection pressing against her ass. His heavy breathing resulted in a light snore signaling that he was still sleeping. That didn’t stop Cameisha though. She was selfish like that. Meisha gets what Meisha wants, and if you planned to be a part of her world, you had to accept that.

  She positioned the erection between her legs and grinded against it. It was enough to bust a nut, but she wasn’t finished. She parted her wet lips in an effort to wriggle it inside her.

  “You just gonna take the dick huh?” Trigga asked hoarsely.

  “Shush and push,” she instructed arching her back to help him inside her.

  Trigga never like being told to shush or what to do, but since he was getting some pussy out of the deal, he shushed and pushed. Once he was safely inside, he lifted her leg so he could get a good stroke going. And what a good stroke it was, she came again a minute later. He wanted to beat it up since she got fly at the mouth, but couldn’t last. Her moans and writhing in ecstasy pushed him over the edge. He bit down on her shoulder and exploded inside of her. Cameisha generously squeezed and grinded to get it all out.

  “So, what’s up for the day?” Meisha asked switching back to Dope Girl mode in an instant.

  “Huh?” Trigga asked confused by the sudden switch. “Um, me and Troy gonna set up shop in Squeal n’dem ‘partments.”

  “Y’all straight on work?”

  “Yeah, for now. I’m finna lock the whole west side down so I’ma need more soon. A lot more,” he said ambitiously.

  “You lock down the west side ‘cause the east side is mine!” she added as the conversation made its way to the shower. Seeing the place her Dope Boy daddy grew up and blew up in had her wide open.

  Eastwyck Apartments was a fucking gold mine and she couldn’t wait to dig in. The large apartment complex had a large population of addicts already and it was on busy Candler Road. I-20 ran alongside of it giving it easy access to traveling junkies. Suburban drug users could pull off the highway, cop, and return in just a few minutes.

  The couple showered together yet separately with money on their minds. Once they washed the sex from their bodies, they stepped out and got dressed.

  Meisha selected a pair of jeans tight enough to show off that fat ass yet loose enough to kick somebody in the mouth if somebody did or said something that warranted getting kicked in the mouth. She matched a cute top with some cute sneakers and packed a pistol into her purse.

  Meanwhile, Trigga got dope boy fresh, just like a dope boy should. He pulled on an expensive pair of jeans and slung them low off his ass. His crispy white tee matched his crispy white tennis shoes and his hat matched his gat. He cocked the black Braves hat on his waves and tucked the polymer pistol in his pants.

  Cameisha had to snap her head away from the sexy sight. Another second and she would have fucked him again and they wouldn’t get anything done. Once they made it down to the garage, they traded a peck on the lips. They got into separate vehicles and went their separate ways. Now in business mode, they got down to business. As they pulled onto Peachtree, they both finally turned on their phones

  “Dang,” Meisha giggled as all the text, voicemails, emails, and social media notifications vibrated her phone for two minutes straight. She ignored them all and called her right hand man.

  “Where you at yo!” Jackie barked when she took the call.

  “I’m on my way to you. Get dressed,” Cameisha replied.

  “Get dressed? Girl, I been dressed! You acting like you ain’t two hours late! I swear y’all young chicks be doing the most. I called Dasia, straight to voicemail. Called Samantha, straight to voicemail. Aqua talking ‘bout she eating a Fat-Fat burger, call her back! You…”

  “Was riding my man like a cowgirl,” Cameisha giggl
ed. “You must not have got you none last night. You all uptight.”

  “So! That ain’t got nothing to do with it!” Jackie lied. That was exactly what was eating her since Ralphie was out of town instead of eating her. She clicked off and tossed her phone on the sofa beside her.

  A few minutes later Cameisha made her presence known by blasting the car horn. She got a good giggle out of the perturbed look on Jackie’s face as she came out.

  “Y’all young broads,” she reiterated even though she was only a couple of years older.

  “Ain’t none of them answering they phones ‘cept Aqua and she still eating Fat-Fat burgers. Ma gon’ have a fat-fat baby,” Meisha laughed.

  “So what you gotta show me?” Jackie asked reverting back to the animated conversation she started the day before. As soon as Trigga had walked in, she’d hung up in her face.

  “That’s where we going. Plus I gotta scoop these lil’ niggas from there,” she replied driving towards Decatur. When she spotted the Candler Road exit, she merged the Benz and got off. A couple of turns later, they were in the apartment complex. “Well?” Cameisha asked triumphantly as they cruised.

  “Well what? Some projects?” she squawked. No sooner than she said it, did she start to get it. The drug trade was that obvious. She spotted Lil’ Self and Bad Ass at the same time they spotted them.

  When the youngins saw their ride, they turned to their little girlfriends and shoved their tongues into their mouths. They got last minute gropes and feels in before they parted.

  “Get a room!” Meisha yelled from her window breaking up the long kiss goodbye.

  “Cock blocker!” Bad Ass grumbled as he slid into the backseat. Self decided to use the same door and pushed him over. That set off another of their daily wrestling matches.

  “Yo, I’m getting married,” Lil’ Self announced suddenly and seriously.

  “Damn, that little black girl musta put it on your ass,” Meisha said with a grimace.