BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The sound came from outside my cozy apartment. At first I was going to ignore the noise, but changed my mind. I walked out my bedroom and over to my cute bay window in my living room. I should have known it was my ghetto ass friends acting the fool out there!!
“Hey witch stop leaning on that horn, I got neighbors trying to sleep you know!” I yelled out the window.
“Get a move on then chick! I told you I would be here by eleven,” Nicky screamed out to me from the driver’s seat of her spanking brand new money green Escalade.
“I’ll be right there, just squash the noise.” I rushed to finish getting ready for my night out with my girls. Nicky, Tish and I practically grew up like sisters. Lace was Nicky’s younger annoying sister that would tag along when we didn’t want her around.
Whenever we all got together it was like we reverted back to our early teens, sniping and sniding at each other. It was always done in good humor though. We always had each other’s back no matter what. I adjusted my black clingy Guess slip dress, checked my face one last time before grabbing my purse.
“Bout time heifer. Damn, you wearing that dress ain’t you sister girl,” commented Tish, openly licking her lips and taking in every curve of my shapely five six frame.
“Bitch get your eyes back in your head, you know you can’t never get none of this,” I told her.
“In time, chica. In time,” she laughed still looking me over. Tish was rocking a purple silk tight midriff and a baggy black pair of men’s Sean John jeans. Knowing her, my girl was most likely wearing a pair of silk boxers underneath. Her hair was corn rowed back and almost conceal by a purple scarf tied around her forehead. Without her normal male like getup, she was a good looking female with a nice body.
I took my position, riding shotgun. I wasn’t paying that lesbo no mind. Don’t get me wrong though. Tish was my girl, one of my closet friends. Wasn’t no problem to me that her ass preferred to lick kitty kat than ride a big, long, hard dick. What can I say? To each his own.
“So you guys ready to get it cracking tonight?” asked Nicky as she slipped the lastest Jay Z CD in her player and pumped the music up to the point that the truck began to shake.
“Damn, turn that shit down. My ears is about to start bleeding,” Lace called from her position next to Tish in the back seat.
“Hell no, this my shit. If you don’t like it, I’ll pull over and you can walk,” Nicky told her sister turning the volume up more to make her point.
“Come on now, you can’t even understand what the hell that nigga is saying with all that bass,” Lace tried again to plea her case.
I just cut my eye at Nicky. I knew that she was just doing that mess to get a rise out of her sister. After a few minutes of that ear piercing noise she finally turned it down.
“So, where are we hanging tonight?” I asked.
“Over on Pacific Heights. That’s where the shit is happening,” said Nicky.
“That frigging hole in the ground! Come on now ya'll. Ain’t no baller’s hanging out over at that dive,” Lace said sucking her teeth and rolling her eyes.
“Shut-up Lace, I heard that it was the place to be and there would be plenty of baller’s to holla at up in there,” Nicky snapped at her little sis.
“And where did you hear all this from?” I asked her.
“From my man Peep’s, girl. Just wait and see you won’t be disappointed.”
Twenty minutes later we were pulling up in front of an apparently abandon establishment. The only sign that something might actually be going on was the faint sound of music coming from inside. None of us said anything as Nicky took a detour that took us to the back entrance. As soon as we turned the last corner the scene was a different as night and day.
What looked empty and abandon on one side was jumping on the other. The parking lot resembled an episode of ‘Pimp my Ride’ on BET. All the latest shit was on display. At the back entrance of the building was a long line of people waiting to get in.
The building’s windows that were painted black on the front were clear in the back and lit up with flashing lights from the inside. As soon as Nicky pulled her ride into a reserved spot we all exited the vehicle. Like clock work we immediately began to prim and check ourselves over making sure everything was just right. Without a word, Nicky began to sashay her five nine thick Beyonce frame past everyone towards the front of the line. Lace, Tish and I followed closely behind.
The impatient group waiting and hoping to get inside was definitely not happy, but we paid them no mind. A tall muscular bouncer at the door smiled at Nicky and let us all in without a word spoken. There was no need to speak. Oh, didn’t I tell you who Nicky’s man was? Clancy, the most well know and notorious drug dealer holding it down in Baltimore.
That nigga’s paper was stacked to the ceiling. Everybody who was anybody knew that if they wanted the good shit to go see him. People from NYC, VA, Delaware, and just about all over traveled to buy from him. This nigga held it down and control the majority of the drug movement.
As soon as we stepped in the club we knew why it was the place to be. This place was hooked the hell up! A long shiny mahogany bar occupied one side of the room. Across from there was the DJ stand and the place was pumping with the Snoop and Farell joint, Drop It like It’s Hot. The dance floor was filled with females dropping their shit like it was really hot, trying to catch the eye of some unsuspecting high roller.
The VIP section was up a short flight of stairs. Nicky continued to lead the way to the best spot in the place. We found a table and claimed it real quick. See, it’s quarter to twelve and it was open bar until midnight. That was when all the unknowns would be let in and have to pay for their drinks. Until then the place was half filled with the cream of the crop and drinks were flowing.
“Hey, baby girl. Come over here and give your man some a dat good shit.”
Without a second thought, Nicky separated herself from us and began to walk towards the voice. That was Clancy. He was sitting at a table with four other dudes. They were almost hidden by a big Fica plants that was sprinkled throughout the room. That’s why we didn’t notice them when we first came in. The guys were all blinged the fuck out.
“Oh shit, this place is definitely the place to be. I guess big-sis was on it tonight. I plan to get me a baller tonight. Hell I might even take two of those mother fuckers home,” Lace laughed taking the scene in.
“Bitch, as loose as your ass is you better be lucky you don’t take home Mr. Gonorrhea and Mr. Syphilis,” laughed Tish, even though her words were delivery with a sharp razor’s edge.
“Fuck you, Tish. I always use a condom before I let any nigga get up in my shit,” she told her.
“Hey you two calm the hell down and---”
“Can I get you ladies something to drink?” A mildly attractive waitress asked.
“Long Island ice tea,” Lace responded.
“Sex on the Beach,” I answered.
“Gimme a Hennessy and coke, and a shot on the side,” Tish told her.
Within minutes brothers was popping over to our table asking for a dance. Lace and I accepted from these two decent looking guys and went to shake our butts on the dance floor. Tish stayed to watch our drinks.
The guy that I was shaking my groove thing with was nice looking, but as he tried to get his mack on, I wasn’t feeling anything so I ignored his advances as much as possible. When I looked over towards Lace, she was grinding up against her dance partner like they were two stones and between them was a bunch of corn they were trying to turn into cornmeal. I really had to talk to Nicky about her little sister. Lace was starting to remind me of her older sister’s wilding out ways back in the day, and that wasn’t good.
Lace at eighteen was three years younger than me and Tish, who and actually share the same birthday month, June. Nicky was the oldest by a year. Like I said before, Nicky, Tish and I practically grew up together. We attended the same after school program when we were younger until we were old enough to stay home.
Back then we all lived in the Huntington complex, which was located in the Randallstown area. Tish lived in the same building as me. Nicky and her sister lived in the building next door. Our school offered a low-cost after care program as an alternative to being latch key kids. The program was held in the basement of the neighborhood church, which was located at the end of the block a few doors down from the school. All the parents had to contribute was fifty dollars a month to help with the cost of art supplies, monthly trips and snacks. It was corny as hell staying with those old church folks but we would make our own fun.
After we got our eat on and our homework done we would separate ourselves from the group and have our own kind of fun. At the time it was only the three of us, cause Lace was only eight and preferred spending her time riding the bikes or playing on the swing with the other little kids. Tish and I were eleven and Nicky was twelve.
Even at that young age Nicky was a horny little bitch. She would love to tell me and Tish about how she could make herself feel good by rubbing herself for a long time between her legs. She would always try to get the attention of the older boys who would hang out at the building across the street from the church.
This one time she convinced me and Tish to sneak away from the group when the grown ups weren’t looking. There was this small hole that only a little kid could squeeze through where the fence ended at the bushes. We took off giggling on our little adventure. We decided to put together our pocket change and get some candy from the store. In the county there were no corner stores like in the city. The ‘store’ was actually located inside the apartment of this lady, Ms Herman.
She had set up in her living room to sell her stuff. You would go to her window, which was located on the first floor. She had it opened halfway to collect money and pass people their items. The other side that remained closed was a display of the items she sold. There were an array of candy bars, chips, cookies, cakes and juices and soda. On the down low it was known that you could buy weed there, too.
Between the three of us we had a total of two dollars and forty-five cents. Nicky decided that she was the fastest runner among us, so she would sneak across the street and get our goodies. We knew that her fast tail just wanted to be up in the boys faces that were hanging over there. Beside, neither Tish nor I wanted to get caught so we let her.
Within a few minutes she came running back towards up with a big ass plastic bag. Tish and I looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. The money we gave her wasn’t enough to buy all that stuff she was carrying. We were hiding in the bushes and just as we were getting ready to reveal ourselves we saw this older guy come running up behind Nicky.
Tish and I looked at each other wondering if he was going to try and hurt Nicky, and what should we do if it came to that. We knew we were not supposed to be outside the church ground. Shit! I was getting scared as hell and reached over to grab Tish’s hand. Before we knew it he ran up to Nicky, and grabbed her from behind. The both of them fell to the ground.
“We have to go get help,” I whispered to Tish trying to get to my feet. All four of us were hidden by the tall bushes, and trees in the area and no one could see us unless they were trying to find us.
“Wait,” Tish said pulling me back down and out of sight of the two tumbling on the ground.
I looked to where she was pointing and instead of seeing a crying and very upset Nicky, my eyes were surprise to see our girl laughing and grabbing on the strange boy.
“So, girl why you wanted me to follow you over here, huh?” he asked Nicky rolling off of her.
“I wanted to thank you for getting me all those goodies.” Boldly and without hesitation she reach her hand over and caress his crotch into an instant bulge.
“So, it’s like that huh? You wanted to play baby?” he asked watching her hand moved back and forth across his bulge.
“That’s why I wanted you to come with me,” she answered bravely.
“How bout I play with you first?” he asked.
Before she could answer he had quickly moved his head down to between her legs, pushed up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and was lapping between her legs like a hungry cat with a bowl of milk. Both Tish and I were enthralled as we watch this unknown boy eating the shit out of our friend’s coochie.
Nicky laid on the ground withering as if in pain, except for the big ass smile plaster across her face. At one point, I could have sworn she looked our way and winked. That shit was unreal. As soon as he was done eating her, they switched position and she had his cock in her mouth doing all the moves we saw when we would sneak into Tish’s older brother room and watch his porn tapes.
Pretty soon homeboy was talking in tongue. They stayed on the ground for a few more minutes whispering and giggling. He then got up, fixed his pants and began walking back the way he came. As soon as he was out of sight, me and Tish came running out the bushes.
“Oh my God Nicky, you is a nasty bitch. I can’t believe you had his shit in your mouth!” exclaimed Tish.
“Girl please, like his was the first dick I ever sucked. But did ya'll see the way he ate the hell out of my kitty cat. That nigga’s tongue was the bomb. Beside, look what he gave me.” She opened her fist and revealed two joints, a twenty dollar bill and a piece of paper with his pager number.
I was still speechless with all I had seen. I didn’t refuse when Nicky lit up one of the joint’s, took a puff and began to pass it around. After the first joint was done we got our eat on. The bag was filled with three ham and cheese sandwiches, three bags of chips, two snicker bars and a bag of M&M and three bottles of soda.
We ate all that shit up in that very sitting. By the time we made our way back to the rest of the group we got in trouble for disappearing for so long. We lost our playtime for the next day. We didn’t give a damn though we had a good ole time.
To this very day I was still embarrassed to tell anyone how much watching the two of them going at it turned me the fuck on. That, at night when I was alone in bed I would play with myself imagining that it was my thing getting all that good tongue treatment. That was the kind of shit we did back in the day and no one could tell us shit.
Until the age of fourteen, when Nicky got pregnant by this dude Ty and that’s when the party came to a fast halt. She didn’t keep the kid though, but she was so young that her parents had to sign for her to get the abortion. I just didn’t want to see her sister suffer the same faith