Vicious Is The Name That They Gave Me: A Philly Story Page 10

  “I’m visiting for a little while,” I answered sipping my drink slowly.

  “Oh, okay, what are you getting into for the night?” he asked. Hopefully you. I’m a bad girl.

  “Whatever you wanted to do,” I said flirtatiously. He smiled.

  “My shift is over in a few minutes. Maybe we can link up?” he asked and I nodded yes. I leaned over to Simya to let her know I was heading out.

  “Okay. Meet me in the room by two,” She said. I agreed.

  I gave Taye my room number. I headed upstairs to freshen up. I thought about what I was doing. What if he tries to rape me? What if he tries to drug me? Taye did not come off as that disrespectful type of dude I am use to seeing back home. After I got out of the shower I heard a knock at the door. I gave him a key. Or was it someone else. I walked over to the door to open it. There stood Taye with flowers.

  “I thought I gave you a key?” I asked him.

  “You did,” he said as he handed me roses. “But I still wanted to be respectful,” He said. See a dude back home would come straight in like ‘When are we going to fuck? He actually got dressed and took the time out to get flowers. I accepted them.

  “They are beautiful, thank you,” I took them and welcome him in.

  “You look beautiful,” He complemented me as I had on a tank top with a pair of light fitted sweatpants and my hair in a ponytail.

  “Thank you. So how old are you?” I asked him.

  “I’m eighteen. And you?” he asked as I offered him a seat.

  “I’m fifteen,” I watched his body language. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable because I was not uncomfortable by any means. I wanted him.

  “Are you okay with my age?” he asked. I said yes as I reached over to kiss him.

  I had never done that before. I never initiated contact with a guy. The only contact I had with a guy was Roc and that was a bet. I wish my first time was with Taye. He returned the gesture and lifted me up on to the bed. He kissed me slowly and passionately, nothing like what Roc did by far. As he moved his hands down my neck and began to kiss me again so soft, I tilt my head back and let out a sigh. I never imaged this ever happening to me. I never thought I would meet someone that is sweet. The way he touched me is sweet. The way he got on top of me was sweet and nothing like Roc by far. He stopped and looked into my eyes. I can tell he was not sure if he should continue. I took my hands and slid them underneath his shirt. As I continued to kiss him, I pulled his shirt over his head and he took my top off as well. I unbuttoned his shorts and he took my pants off and left my panties on. He pressed his body on to me and I could feel his dick against my clit. My body melted. My pussy got wet. I was craving for Taye. He started to kiss me all over my body. He could feel my pussy getting wet. I took his boxers and there stood his dick. Standing tall and waiting for me. He reached down into his shorts and took condoms out. As he puts it on, I took my panties off and he went inside of me slow and softly. I let out moans softly as I closed my eyes and put my arms around his neck. As he went inside of me, I spread my legs wider and pulled him close to me. He stopped to look at me. I pulled his ear to my mouth.

  “I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” I demanded. He looked back at me and kissed me. He took my legs and lifted my legs back towards my face and continued to go inside me faster. I screamed as he continued to stroke and kept going in and out. As he went in faster, I got louder. As I got louder, he went in deeper. He went in deeper and slowly began to grind while he stayed inside of me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He pulled out and turned me over. Oh my God, I know he is about to give it to me and I’m waiting for him. He arched my back, grabbed my waist and went in. My moans were louder than the first time. He took his hands and rubbed down my body. He took my hands and put them behind my back as he fucked me like I wanted him to. I screamed louder and louder. As I screamed louder, he went in deeper and deeper. Once he finally released my hands, he lied down on top of me and cradled me. As he slowly stroked my pussy from behind, I just felt so comfortable with him. I did not feel like he was taking advantage of me. He turned me around and put me on top of me. He pulled the covers over me and held me. I felt safe even though we don’t know that much about each other. I dozed off with him and then got up to meet Simya. I saw he had a stash in his pockets. I didn’t take it. Instead I wrote down my number by side it. On my way, I called Simya.

  Chapter 13

  Ceyanna

  Tonya nut ass did not even meet me at the spot like I asked her to yesterday. So of course I have to go to her as usual. When I pulled up in front of her door I got out the car and banged on the door as if I did not have any sense until she opened it.

  “Damn, Ceyanna, you’re banging on my door like you’re the fucking law. You can get shot like that,” Tonya said. Her feelings were not of my interest at the moment. I could care less how she felt about me knocking on her door. We had more important things to discuss. We started working together way before I joined Tha Philly Ridahs Squad.

  “Why did you stand me up yesterday?” I asked her making my way by her and walking into her house. Truth be told, Tonya honestly made more money than Chanelle. Chanelle just looks better than her. Chanelle is mixed with black and Indian with an attractive body. Tonya is black and Dominican; with a fucked up ass body. That’s the difference, but when it comes to money I’m going to go to with who has the most money. Tonya does. Many people do now know this but Tonya has accomplished way more than Chanelle did. Tonya has a better house than Chanelle does. Tonya has nicer cars than Chanelle does. Tonya had more connections in the streets than Chanelle does. Tonya had more goons than Chanelle and that is why Tonya can send people to do her work. She topped everything except looks.

  “Sure Ceyanna, you can come right in. And for your information I had something to do. That is why I couldn’t come, alright?” she said. Fuck what Tonya had to say. It was my time now. So all that other bullshit she wants to talk about is irrelevant to what I have to say.

  “What did you have to do? And even so, you couldn’t call and say something? You’re just inconsiderate aren’t you?” I asked her making my way to her couch.

  “Don’t come at me like that. What’s up though?” she asked sitting across from me.

  “I thought you were going to make sure my cousin will come back in one piece?” I asked her.

  “But your cousin is in one piece, she’s just not home,” Tonya joked as she took a black and mild and lit it. This bitch thinks I am funny, doesn’t she? I’m not playing.

  “Stop playing with me,” I told her in a firm voice.

  “Listen, I don’t know all the pieces yet. It’s going around that Kassidy called the cops on Nelly. So let’s just stick with that,” Tonya suggested shrugging her shoulders. I wasn’t sure if Kassidy would go that extreme. For now, I am going along but just for the time being.

  “Okay, so if that is the case. What now?” I wanted to know what her intentions would be moving forward. When it comes to dealing with Tonya, you never know how she is coming, which way she is coming, and who she is sending. I wanted to know to make sure my ass would be ready and I don’t get shot next.

  “Chanelle and Kassidy got it coming along with that new little bitch that beat up Kiyah,” Tonya informed. My worries were not on them. I was worried about my cousin. I wanted to get her out of there.

  “Okay. I was able to work something out with the judge. Being as though this was your operation, I think you should cover it,” I suggested. She stared at me for a second and agreed. I gave her the judge’s information. I talked with Tonya and then I made my way to meet up with Kareema.

  I never thought things would get out of hand like they are now. I mean, I know things were going to get crazy, but damn, not like that. I was not expecting family members to get booked and killed. That has never happened. It would always be outsiders getting caught and killed and not any of our own. That is what’s making me think twice and stay in this lifestyle. I think it’s time tha
t I work on an exit strategy. I met Kareema at a water ice stand. As I parked, I got out and walked to where Kareema was standing.

  “Do you want something?” she asked.

  “I’ll take a medium passion fruit,” I answered and thanked her. I watched as Kareema paid for our water ice and we sat down.

  “So what’s up?” I asked her. I wanted to express how I genuinely felt about being in this lifestyle.

  “Kareema, this isn’t how I want to live. I don’t want to deal with drugs, deal with Nelly in and out of the system and deal with all this drama and shit. I don’t want to walk around wondering if I have a target on my back or watching to see if someone is going to come after me. I don’t want to live like this anymore. We lost one too many lives already. I wake up thinking I can die at some point today. And if I make it through the day, then tomorrow it could happen,” I whined.

  “You’re always going to face problems Ceyanna, that’s just life in general. But the way you deal with life is up to you. You know it’s hard to just walk out at a time like this. I’m not saying it can’t be done, because it can. And I want you and Nelly to be in a good place. But there’s a lot of controversy going on right now. Shit is getting wild,” Kareema said. However, she did make sense. It would not be the best idea for me to leave in the middle of a war zone. If I was to run, I would be on the run forever. And I don’t want that. When I leave, I want it to be forever. I don’t want to have to worry about someone trying to locate me and kill me. I want Nelly and I to be free.

  “Alright, so what is going on with everything else?” I asked her. She ate some of her water ice.

  “Well, Chanelle sent Simya and Vicious to Miami to do a move. I know we are trying to get things ready for the annual party,” Kareema answered. Every year the squad has this huge private party that we host.

  “Have you spoken with Chanelle and what she did with Vicious?” I asked her.

  “No, but I will. I’ve just been trying to get some things situated. But I promise before this party, we are going talk,” she said finishing her water ice. Kareema said she had to go in a few. She had some moves of her own to make. I understood.

  I thanked her for the water ice again and got in my car. As I began to drive, I had so much on my mind. When I was at the stop light a car pulled up in front of me.

  “What the fuck, can’t you drive?” I yelled. I saw a girl get out of the car along with two other girls. I took my gun and got out as well. Today will be the day I shoot a bitch in the middle of traffic. I have done it before and I will do it again. “Do you have an issue?” I asked them while holding my gun to the side of me.

  “Bitch, did we say we have an issue?” one of the girls asked.

  “Move your shit before I put a bullet in all three of you,” I demanded as I began to raise my gun up.

  “Paris, why are you always getting hype and talking too damn fast?” one of the girls asked her. Paris. Paris. Where do I know that name from? Paris. Paris. I heard that name before.

  “Alright, I apologize for calling you a bitch, but we just want to talk to you,” I am assuming the girl is Paris. Why the fuck do you want to talk to me for? Cars started beeping at us.

  “Jay Jay, you get in the car and we’ll follow you,” Paris directed. What the hell is happening?

  “Where you going?” one of the girls asked Paris.

  “With her,” she said pointing to me while walking towards my car. Once she got in my car I turned towards her.

  “What do you want?” I asked Paris angrily as I kept the gun on my lap I followed the other car.

  “Chill, Ceyanna. Just chill,” Paris suggested. How in the hell did she know my name? Where did I hear this bitch’s name? “I want to talk to you about Chanelle, your leader,”

  “She took something of mine and I want it back. It’s plain and simple,” she informed. I don’t have shit to do with her and whatever Chanelle has of hers.

  “What does that have to do with me? That is between you two,” I told her.

  “Are you going to help me get inside the private party you are about to have?” she answered. Everything Paris was saying, I wanted to know like how she found out and who told her. Because the only people that are allowed to the annual party are people that are on the list that we do business with. There are quite a few in the city. The party was not announced on bulletin boards posted on walls outside of bus stops and around the neighborhoods and it definitely wasn’t posted on social media. Those who were invited had a personal invitation that they have to show upon entrance into the club. So, how the fuck does she know? And I don’t remember Paris being someone we did business with. Somebody is leaking shit to her. Whoever she is getting the information from why couldn’t they get her in?

  “What makes you think I’m going to help you?” I asked her. She gave me a hard stare. I kept one of my hands on the steering wheel and the other hand on my gun. Bitch, try me, I dare you to.

  “You won’t be doing this for free. There is something in it for you,” she said.

  “Like?” I asked her as if she was full of shit because that is what she sounds like right now. Bullshit.

  “Twenty racks. Ten now and ten once you get me in,” she offered. Without hesitation I agreed. Why? Money talks, bullshit walks.

  “Alright, it’s a bet,” As the car in front of us pulled over, so did I.

  “Here is my number. And hold on real quick,” When she got out the car one of the girls put a bag in her hand. Paris walked back to my car and handed it to me.

  “I look forward to doing business with you,” she said as I gave her my number. I nodded and drove off.

  Paris. Paris. Paris. Where do I know that name from? What does Chanelle have of hers? It was time to hit up my resources. What is the connection between them?

  Chapter 14

  Chanelle

  As Roc did me passionately, I went into relaxation mode. This niggah had my eyes rolling to the back of my fucking head. Oh my God, this niggah got the good dick. He is doing me so right. Oh my God. This is what I am talking about. This is what I’ve needed all day. I am talking about a niggah that can eat pussy. Some of these niggahs can’t eat pussy but say they can. But do you know any niggah that can eat pussy? It’s either you’re good at it or you suck. I’m talking about a niggah that has a good dick with a good stroke game. Some of these niggahs postures aren’t set up and don’t have stroke game. But they’re out here claiming they are real niggahs, you know on some legit shit. Just because you can bring money in, okay so can I. I have a banging ass car, okay so can I. What about that good ole loving? It’s just like how some men want a woman in public and a freak in bed. Same here. I want a man in public and a mother fucking freak in the bedroom. And I’m not talking about just a regular freak. I want a niggah to put me in awkward positions. Fuck me until his dick gets tired. I want a niggah to do some off the wall shit. I want a niggah to turn me upside down on my head and pound on me like he’s pounding on a fucking exercise ball. Shit, fuck me all over. I want a niggah that got that dick and that’s my antidote. Fuck me spontaneously. All that spanking and dominatrix shit, I want that. Tie my hands up and go crazy and me. Make me scream until I can’t scream any more. Talk dirty to me. I want it twenty-four hours, seven days of the week, all year round dick. My pussy hates being lonely; so a niggah would have to get used to being on call and shit.

  Roc ate me out while I ran my finger through his curly hair. As he continued to eat me out, he began to finger me. Sounds escape my mouth has he fingered me harder and harder.

  “Ahh shit,” I moaned as I squirted all over his face. Roc like when I squirted all over his face. He positioned himself in front of me as he went inside hard but pleasantly. “Niggah stop playing, fuck me like you miss this pussy,” I demanded and he listened. “Ehhh..ahhh…yes…you miss this pussy don’t you?” I asked him pulling his hair. He didn’t answer verbally. He answered by fucking me hard and deeper. It felt like is dick was in my stomach as his body tapped
against mine. “Ugghh yes fuck me harder,” I demanded again. He knew how I like it. He took my legs and put each one on his shoulder and penetrated so hard I started screaming. “Don’t stop, keep going…uuhhh God,” I let out moan after moan. He put me back on the bed but positioned my back facing him while I’m on my knees. He continued on as I kept screaming and moaning. He grabbed my waist and kept penetrating me. I felt his entire package inside of me. He started slapping my ass. “Ouch..do it again,” I told him and he listened. This time he smack harder. “Ouch…don’t stop,” I felt him cumming inside of me as I came on his dick. Even after we came, he still continued. This niggah loves rounds. That’s what I’m talking about. I couldn’t hold my tongue. He took all of his might and pounded me over and over. I finally surrender my strength to stay on my knees and laid flat on my stomach. I enjoyed his entertainment as he rode on my behind like a rodeo until we both came again. Spending another hour enjoying each other’s good company, we finally stopped. I lay on top of him while his dick rested inside of me. Was about to fall asleep when the sound of my phone interrupted me dozing off. I reached down not looking at the caller ID and answered.

  “Hello,” I answered.

  “Everything is good with that shit you wanted me to check out,” my source said.

  “Okay, where is Kassidy?” I asked.

  “She told me she was on her way to see Roc,” my source said as I jumped up. “Let me call you back,” I hung up quickly.

  “What’s wrong?” Roc asked. Shit!

  “Kassidy is on her way,” I said getting dress. Luckily I didn’t drive my car over here. So she wouldn’t know I was here. But fuck, how would I leave and how far away is she? Fuck. Just as it is not okay to sleep with your friend’s man, it’s not okay to sleep with your sister’s either. It’s not right. So why did I do it? It’s because I do what I want and nobody can stop me. I am that bad. Shit, I am the fucking boss. Whatever I want, I take.