Drop It Off - Part II - Short Story

Scene I - BP Gas Station Oxford MS 

Cola

Oh my God! My son is gone! That bastard took him to God knows where!  I feel queasy, my head is spinning….and my….my…

(Call an ambulance, she’s out cold)

Malik

Damn! Should I go to the hospital with Cola or keep looking for my baby Mason? Shit! What am I supposed to do? Fuck it! I’m gone keep looking for Mason and call the nurse at the hospital to check on her. I plant a kiss on Cola’s forehead and hop in the car with Detective Macy, we zoom down Lamar, looking for a black man 6’3” approximately 215 lbs. Hell I’m thinking, that’s the average brother around town from all the hoods across America. I couldn’t help but mentally imagine my measurements clearing myself from the crime, old habits die hard. We are searching under every bridge, alley, crook and corner, this is the longest 30 minutes of my life. We are headed towards Ole Miss College and we hear “vehicle stolen, Lamar area, blue Chevy Spark, 4-Door, hatchback, MS Tags OLVBRAN, last known location on the Interstate headed towards Memphis.” I felt like I was one of the starring actors from Fast-N-Furious, the detective whipped the Dodge Charger, floored it, as we see the entire force was in unison as the tires screeched and the engines revved. The interstate was clear, people pulled over to the shoulder and allowed all of us to speed pass them. As we get in the City of Southaven, we see the car and I can see my son’s car seat. Either the detective will make him stop the car or I will, “Calm down dad, we’re gonna get him” the officer in the patrol car says over the loud horn radio, ”Pull-the-vehicle-over-now, all-we-want-is-the-baby!” I’m like this main gone know he flodging, every professional criminal knows that is some bull shit. I grab the radio and hit the button and I say “Nigga pull that mutha fucking car over so I can’t get my son or it’s gone be some consequences and repercussions!” The detective snatches the radio out my hand, by that time, I had my point across. I think it’s working too, dude is slowly pulling over to the shoulder on I-55 North, we can tell he confused, whether to keep going or surrender. (Phone rings) Hello. “Yes is the husband of Cola Richards?” Nah, I’m her boyfriend also known as the baby daddy, but we almost married though, we just ain’t sign the papers yet. “O-kay then, well she listed you as next of kin the last time she was here, so we can discuss her condition with you. “She don’t have no condition, she just needs the smelling salt to wake her up so we can find our son. “I’m sorry Mr. Malik but her blood pressure is at an all-time high, and we must keep her for observation and treatment. We expect to keep her at least 48 - 72 hours and releasing her with a normal BP based on several factors of course.” (Code Blue) “Sir we are gonna have to call you back” Wait! What does code blue mean? (Clicks) Damn!

 Scene II - High Speed Chase 

Detective Macy  

I just know this is the person of interest we have been looking for since the murder of Baby Rosy. If he gets away with this baby, this child won’t have a chance at living life. My God, please don’t let this criminal escape our claws! As tears stream from my face, I picture Cola in my head, lying in the street, almost panicked to death. I must take matters in my own hands, I’ve been tormented every single day, every single waking moment that I should have done something to help Baby Rosy, this time-that-won’t-happen. I speed up till I’m even with the Spark, and I cut my steering wheel hard to the right, bumping the small car, just enough to push it to the shoulder of the road. My officers boxed him in, the officer in front is slowly hitting the brakes, and the Spark has no choice but to slow down and come to halt. Every officer had their guns drawn standing behind their vehicles, I pulled out the bull horn and told the driver, step-away-from-the-vehicle, leave the child in the car. He didn’t move, we didn’t wanna use any excess force to upset the child but he was going down one way or another. I told him, put-your-hands-in-the-air and slowly, slowly, open up the driver’s door. Still no movement from the driver’s seat, however there was movement in the backseat, possibly two small children, could there be a third person in the vehicle?n

Scene III - Baptist Memorial Hospital – North Mississippi 

Cola

“Ma’am can you hear me?” Yeah, I can hear her but for some reason I can’t open my eyes or get my voice to speak. All I see is darkness and white sparkles, I can see only a hue of light. I can hear several people around me, they are checking my blood pressure, giving me fluids, checking my pulse, and constantly talking to me. I hear, she has a concussion and we don’t want her to go into a deep sleep, place her on a ventilator, 24-hour monitoring and NPO (nothing by mouth). What? I’m hungry now, so nothing to eat is simply not going to work, wonder what day it is, and damn I need to call my editor. “I’ll keep watch on her for the next hour and then I’ll brief the nurse when the shift changes. I hear the door open but not close but then again maybe it’s on a saloon style. “Co-la, Co-la hey sweet thang, you know who I am, don’t cha?” I just know they ain’t let Shasta up in my hospital room, I know she was with Malik when I called him. Bitch probably got a monitoring device on her phone connected to his, at least that’s what he told me. “Yeah it’s me, I want you to go ahead and get you some good rest and I’m gone keep fucking Daddy while ya kids call me Mommy. The next time I suck his dick, I’ll make sure to give him slow licks from the top, swirling my tongue around our dick and sucking every drop of cum till it runs completely out. Us side chicks call it The Popsicle Effect, what you know about that? I’ll cap his dick every single fuck-ing day and throw him this pussy like it’s part of my daily religion, to keep him in my life and to end yours.” My blood pressure shoots up, I’m feeling hot, my machine starts to beep, my body is shaking uncontrollably, I’m having a seizure. The nurses storm in and see Shasta and asks her Dr. Shasta Adams, what's going on? I came in to check on the patient, I saw her blood pressure elevated, I was ordering a RX for Lisinopril and when I pressed the call button you guys came right on in expeditiously. Thank you guys for being alert and following protocols, although I didn’t notice that her ventilator wasn’t plugged up…..

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Drop It Off - Part I Short Story

Scene I – First Tennessee bank – 9:30pm - Cola

I pull up to the ATM, there are 2 cars ahead of me, I’m in my own world, looking very snatched in my black fitted crop top, blue jean shorts, and red high heels. The music is blaring, couldn’t help but give my little Nissan Sentra a lap dance in my seat. I look in my rearview mirror and put on my super sexy lip gloss, mesh my lips together to even the blend and I notice a man running up to the window. I didn’t have time to let the window up, he gets to my car and says “drop it off bitch!” I hand him my purse through the window but my wallet was in between my legs, I closed my thighs tighter so he wouldn’t notice. “Bitch get out the car, now!” Okay, okay, you don’t have to yell, I open the door and step out and my wallet falls to the ground, we both look down and when I looked up his hand drew back with the pistol in it and the next thing I saw was stars twinkling around my head. I thought that was only on cartoons, but obviously this shit is fucking real. I fall to the ground and I scoot back out of the street as I watch him peel away in my car with all of my money and my……and my baby in the backseat, he was sleeping. I wail aloud screaming somebody help me, please somebody help me! A customer sees me in the parking lot and comes to my rescue, he asked me “Ma’am are you okay?” No, I’m not okay! That bastard kidnapped my son, stole my car and my purse! “I’m going to call the police ma’am, calm down and I’m sure they will find your son.”

Scene II - Missing Persons Unit - Detective Macy 

Detective Roberts, we just got a phone call from security at FT Bank, there has been a kidnapping of a 6-month old baby boy, brown eyes, wearing a Scooby Doo onesie, goes by the name of Mason. The tags on the license plate is BHZ 911, Tennessee tags, gray vehicle, last seen headed east bounds on Shelby Drive, probably headed to Interstate-55, but not sure if he’s headed north or south bound. Let’s put an Amber Alert on baby Mason Strong and that vehicle. Now, I’m wondering if this guy is connected to the kidnapping and murder of Baby Rosy from two weeks ago. Let’s call Desoto and put them on the watch and let’s head to the North and see if we can pick up a trail. Tell MPD to update us as soon as they get to the scene.

Scene III – Baby Daddy – Malik

Damn baby, do it like this, hold up, don’t scave it with yo teeth, open your throat and relax your muscles, yeah that way. (Phone rings) “Um what’s up baby” says Malik. “Hey babe, we have a big problem, something terrible has happened and I need you come up to the bank on Shelby Drive, next door to the IHOP.” Shit, I gotta come right now? I’ma lil busy at the moment, can you give me about 45 minutes? “What tha fuck?! Bring yo' mutha fucking ass to the got damn bank, right mutha-fucking-now, our son has been kidnapped!” Why didn’t you say that when you first called me? I’m on my way and yo ass betta not have shit to do with it either, low down ass. (Ends call) Hold up baby, I gotta go handle some business and I’ll holla at you later on during the week.

Scene IV - First Tennessee Bank - Cola

The police finally arrived, I’m a nervous wreck, my makeup looks like a scene from a horror film, but I don’t care. Malik just got here, he didn’t come home last night, nor have I seen him today, I’m sure he was with his lil side piece, Marie. I ain’t got the time nor the fuckin’ energy to address that bull shit, but if he was at home, I wouldn’t hired Jessica from Care.com, nor would our son be missing. Malik is just as mad and concerned as I am, but I am extra livid! Next thing we hear, the police announce over the CB radio, “Gray Nissan Sentra has been spotted, headed south bound towards Oxford MS. It’s about 20 police cars, we hit the interstate in high pursuit, I hop in the car with Malik and we follow the sea of blue as we are going about 95 MPH down I-55. I noticed the G-string panties tucked on the side of the seat, but I ain’t say shit. We all take exit US278 and get off on Lamar Blvd. We see the car, the police have it surrounded, guns are pointed to the vehicle and my heart is pounding so loud, I can’t hear my thoughts. I feel like I am having a panic attack, the officer is holding me back, as tears stream from my face, I break loose, sprint to the car, run to the backseat, my mouth drops open, but no words come out, all I could do is fall to my knees, only to find….. 

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Sunshine Robbery - Short Story

Scene I – Regions Bank - Elvis Presley and Shelby Drive

Cheeko

Okay, here is the plan, I will go in and case the bank, check it for cameras, see how many security guards are present and see what side the vault is on. Chauncey, you stay in the car and monitor the parking lot, I want you to observe the normal day-to-day activity of the people and look for suspicious behavior. I exit the car, cool, calm and collective, plus wearing a suit is not typical, because no one would expect a hood nigga like myself to rob a bank while dressed to impress. I walk in and guard # 1 armed, medium haircut, small build, looks clumsy, light skin black man, and flirts with bank teller # 3. He is also married and she is single, appears to be in her late 20’s, dark skinned, braces, freckles, bites her lip when flirting. The layout is simple, 3 entrances one from the west side, the east side and the south side, the loan officers are sitting on the west side entrance, immediately to left, after entering a double set of doors. Teller # 1 is heavy set, plain jane, looks like she is dedicated to her job, round face, pretty smile, jagged teeth. Teller # 2, worked the drive through window, male, dark skinned, slim built, younger than I would expect, early 20’s. I stand in line among the 15 people that were already waiting, giving me of plenty of time to find the manager. She comes out of the vault, taller than I imagined, she stood roughly 5’11” had a swag with her walk, kind of sexy to be honest, fair skinned, built like an amazon, and her presence demanded respect. I look at her name tag and it says, Amanda. My watch buzzes, [Chauncey - 5-0 Kroger parking lot, 2:00 direction, disturbance] I reply, keep cool. I make it to the window and the teller walks away to assist her co-worker at the drive-thru window. The manager walks by, excuse me Amanda? “Yes, how are you today?” I’m great, but I have some questions about ROTH, and savings accounts that would grow interest over time. I can tell she was attracted to me, I watched as she twirled her hair with her fingers. “I can help you with that, I’ll step out and explain to you all of the products that would be beneficial to you and hopefully suit your needs. She walks her fine ass over to her office, I’m glad I shaved and trimmed my beard, she might like the 5 o’clock shadow. She closes the door, which I thought was strange but maybe this is her way of making sure our convo is private. She looked very comfortable, I glance down underneath her desk and she has stepped out of her heels, I ask her to explain the various accounts Regions has to offer. She went into a full sales pitch, I didn’t hear anything she said, I simply watched her lips move and the way her tongue danced in her mouth, when she was talking to me, was enough for me to say yes. I mentally fucked her on the desk, with her hands on the wall, I know she can give good head, and that ass doggy style, would make me live a civil life. Watch buzzes again [Chauncey – what’s taking so long homey?] I come of out my daze, I asked her where was the restroom, she told me down the hall, but I would have to use the employee restroom. I excused myself, and walked down the hall, sent Chauncey the stats on the bank, gave him the preliminary go and went back to entertain Ms. Amanda, I can tell right now, she gone be my next thang.

Chauncey

Ah’ight here’s the deal, Crew A takes the East side entrance, Crew B takes the West side entrance and my crew we are taking the south side which is the main entrance. Let’s get in position and remember we only have 2 minutes to get in and out max.We got the final signal, let’s go, no mistakes, be ready, stay focused and don’t fuck this up.

Scene II – CVS Pharmacy - Raines and Elvis Presley

Shanika

Girl, that’s my song on the radio, we need to go the bank so I can cash my tax refund check. Girl, I needs to buy my baby some shoes and I saw a Chevrolet Camaro on Winchester that was to die for! “How much is your check boo?” Um, that ain’tnone of yo business chic! *Rolls eyes* Anyways, the bank is a little crowded, but I got time, I hope they don’t try to put a hold on my check. “They only do that when you deposit the check,not cash it.” Okay then, I’ll be right back.

Scene III Regions Bank

Cheeko

"So what products are you interested in going forward with?”Says Amanda. Are you happily married or seeing someone? “I’m neither, why are you asking, aren’t you taken, Mr….I don’t know your name yet.” My name is Ralph McDaniel and I would like to get to know you better. “How well do you want to know me?” Well enough, Ms. Amanda, when are you available? “I’m available immediately, if you down for a little fun.” Well, well, well aren’t you the forward one, can I have a hug? The hug that she gave me felt like I was merging with Scott’s toilet tissue, her body felt cotton, and I couldn’t help but touch that ass because she had it all over me. I had to steal a kiss as I caressed her face, dragging my hand down the nape of her neck, as my lips pressed against hers I felt fireworks, more like magic. I can only imagine what the sex would be like. But I needed to keep her occupied until the guys were finished, I scanned her office and I observed her silent light alarm. I turned her body so she couldn’t see the light flashing, I wondered if she would let me go all the way, since the door was closed. I leaned her against the desk, whispering in her ear, I can make you happy. She smiled, I saw the light flashing, I say to her, you look tense, lay on your couch and allow me to give you a massage. She gave me a strange look, I’m not going to try anything with you, your body felt tense when I hugged you and I wanted to help you to relax, no strings attached. “Well, I have been under a ton of stress lately, I suppose a few minutes wouldn’t-Short hurt.” I’m thinking to myself, that’s all I need. I grabbed her hand and motioned her to lie down, I turned her head in the opposite direction away from the flashing light as I massaged her neck. She smelled so good, and I was trying to focus on her as I hear her moaning with pleasure as I began rubbing her shoulders down to her lower back. She had a very round ass, I couldn’t wait to slide my hands across it, as I test her reaction when my fingers slickly rubbed that pussy. She jumped as a loud knock pounded at the door, she yelled, “Who is it?” Security, we just had a robbery! “Oh my God, you have to leave and I have to get out there. Here is my card, my friends call me Sunshine and my cell number is on the back.” 

Chauncey

Text message [Cheeko – In and out] Finally, that shit is over, (phone rings) Sup? “This Cheeko, what happened?” We completed the mission, but one thing went wrong. “Please don’t tell me y’all did some dumb shit.” Well, we sorta had to shoot the security guard on the west entrance, because Romero dropped his ID on his way out and the dude picked it up. We really don’t know if he is dead or not though, so can you check with the manager chic and see what’s up? “What the fuck! You got damn amateurs, I’m not gone check with her, that shit look suspicious as hell!” What we gone then? “I don’t fucking know,what we gone do, what about the other security guard and we didn’t hear any gun fire.” Well, Romero had the silencer on the unit, and the other security guard was scared shitless, that dude had piss on his pants and the floor. We had on the ski masks so no one saw our faces, I’m just worried about dude, I would rather go to jail on armed robbery instead of attempted murder any day. “Don’t worry about that, I need for you to meet me at the spot so we can count the cash. We can talk about everything else in person. *Click*

Scene IV – Whitehaven View Apartments

Cheeko

These cats ain’t got here yet, where the hell they at? Let me check the GPS Lojack I had installed on Chauncey’s vehicle and check their location. Looks like they are in the Westwood area, why in the hell would they….I hop in my low key car, no one knows I have this one, I need to ride down on them, they trying to cut me and I got a gut feeling, this about to get real ugly. 

Scene V – Parkrose Avenue

I pull up and see the SUV’s outside and a vehicle I don’t recognize, I immediately strap up, I put a gun on my hoslter on my waist and the one in my sock, I placed my knife on the opposite side of my waist for just in case it’s some bull shit in the mix when I get in. I walk up to the door, this big black dude opens the door, and asks me to come on in. When I step in the entryway of the living room, I smell marijuana smoke, liquor bottles scattered throughout, and ashtrays all over the spot. I saw a naked chic walk to the bathroom, had the nerve to look at me, like I was naked. It’s four guys sitting at the table, counting cash, I ask them, where is Chauncey? They point to the back, I walk back there and peek into bedroom # 1, this dude snorting powder on a dinner tray. What the fuck you doing mane! “Aw, I was planning on coming to the other spot but I got caught up and decided to let Meechy oversee the counting of the cash with the crew. Dude, that wasn’t the plan and I don’t trust them guys at all! How you know they ain’t pocketing cash? Do you even have an idea of how much we got? “Yea, that is a good point, let me go in there and see what’s going on then, and we probably got around 100k.” Nah, don’t worry about it, I’ll go check on them, I closed the door and as when I turned around I screwed on the silencer. When I turned back around, he had his head down, I put the gun to his head and I whispered, I ain’t gone let no uneducated street cat ruin my business, ya dig? You got 10 seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t fuck yo life over, starting now….

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Love In the Middle of the Night - Part II - Short Story

                                      

Part II

Classie

Precious! Come on in honey, how are you? “I’m great, glad to be invited to hang with you guys.” You’re quite welcome, we were just in the middle of doing the nasty, care to join us?

Precious

Nah, not tonite, I was wondering why my husband keeps fucking you unprotected though. Obviously you two have been screwing around for awile and the yeast infections are becoming unbearable and annoying. So tell me Classie, how many men have you fucked today? This month? This year? Yeah I thought so, many men, like I said before. Roman says, “Baby why are you here?” You know damn well why I’m here, you low down, dirty ass, stanken breath, having ass brotha. So y’all thought I was gone roll with this shit here huh? Right.

(Knock, knock, knock)

Classie says, “who is at the door?” Oh, you thought I was the only surprise guest, don’t worry I’ll get the door. I opened the door and 4 men come in, dressed in all black, two of them went to Classie, and the other two to Roman. They tied them up against the chairs in the room and placed blindfolds over their eyes. I turned their chairs so their backs would face each other, and I could equally punish them. Nothing excites me more than to get revenge on the two muther fuckas that has ruined my life. Since y’all wanna be forever friends, I’m gone tie yall together permanently, so you will always have one another. Muffled screams are coming from Classie and Roman, I walk closely to them and whisper, If I hear one more muffled scream, I will cut the throat of your lover and we can see how that will play out, k? I direct the men to move to the side of the walls of the room, I walk to the stove and turn it on, glad they got a suite. I reach into my bag, and pull out my trusty branded torture iron. I place the heat so close to Roman’s face, he starts to shake but he didn’t mumble a word. I found it funny actually, I ease my way to Classie, and do the same thing in her face, she turned her head far to the right and my iron followed her. I watched her neck strain and sweat poured down her face. This bitch deserves to die, I scolded her ass right on her mutha fucking cheek. Mrs. Lee, looked very nicely on her face and I was determined for Mr. Lee to feel my pain. I look towards him and I say, are you ready baby? He is squirming in his seat, I unbuttoned his shirt, gave him a little peck on his chest and branded his ass too. Ladies and gentleman, can anyone tell me what the moral of the story is today? Of course, you can’t because you two are crying like newborn babies, cut the tears.

(Knock, knock, knock)

We all peer at the door in silence, I whisper, shut the fuck up. Who is it? “Hotel Security” Fuck! How can we help you, we’re undressed? “Well, the security camera shows the maximum number of visitors allowed in your room has been exceeded.” Oh, we’re sorry, we are having prayer and we would like to continue for just a little while longer due to the lost souls that wander the earth, do you believe in Jesus? “Um, yes ma’am.” Remind me to give you a pamphlet on our way out. “Yes ma’am.” God bless you sir. “Thank you.” Now back to the mutha fucking business, this shit ain’t over yet, a little fire won’t hurt nobody right? I lit 2 cigarettes, puffed them both, told Classie and Roman to open their mouth and I taped the cigarette over their lips. I couldn’t help but to let out a hearty laugh. I go into my purse and pull out my acetone nail polish remover, according to my research, this shit can be highly flammable. I began pouring it over their laps, being sure to put a little extra alcohol over her genitals. She was trying to hop out of that chair, I whisper, I know it burns, just let it burn baby, let it burn. Now, you may or may not die within the next 10 minutes, either way, I’m out. I began walking towards the door, and when I glanced back the ashes were falling, I stopped, smirked, turned the stove on, and blew a kiss.

Twisted Tangled Love Affair - Part II - Short Story

                                       

Scene: Benihanas Restaurant

Cinnamon

Shanice! I would like to be the first to welcome you into our family dynamic, even though Carmelo tries to secretly fuck you. Have a seat baby? Right here, beside me, so how much is Melo paying you for the side chick position? “Um, what kind of question is that?” You know damn well, I know my husband and you’re not the first side chick sweetie and from the way that you’re dressed he bought that outfit too. “Baby” said Carmelo, we both replied yes. I wanted to slap the spit out of her mouth, bitch you know he was talking to me, I shot a look at him and he just sat back in his seat. So what’s your cost boo? “Well he pays me $15,000.00 a month and there is a no questions asked clause in the contract.” Of course, there aren’t any questions asked, he learned that from his x girlfriend and that one didn’t end to well. Did he tell you about dum dum Darla? Well, that bitch thought she was gone replace me, the nerve of her, now why in the fuck do you think she thought that dumb ass statement? That was laughable, now back to you, listen here, let me tell you how this shit here gone work. See, I staked you out from the beginning, I saw how sexy and pretty you were 6 months ago (sucks teeth). I knew he would fall for you and from the looks of it, you’re in love with my mutha fucking husband. Now, ain’t that some shit, hmph. Let me tell you how to keep us in your life. First thing first, you will be moving to the Claiborne homes area, yeah I know it’s a fucked up neighborhood, but you’re a fucked up person, so that shit really don't matter, right? Secondly, you’re gonna work that apartment liked you worked at Macy’s last summer, you better upsell every fucking customer that comes through the mutha fucking door. Your instructions are in the gold envelope and your key to the apartment # 187 is already on your key ring. You will also receive further instructions (phone rings) via that cell phone that is ringing in your purse on my command. Don’t worry love, Melo will be over to fuck you extra special tonite, but only if you be good. I will have him bring you that Louis Vuitton purse you’ve been eyeing, now, hustle hard. (Winks and walks away)

Shylo

What kind of strange shit is her ass up to? Does she have body guards surrounded by her? I knew this bitch was in the mafia! I started to follow her in the restaurant but I got a really good view of her from the window I parked near. I thought she was meeting a man, but she talking to a couple and her face appeared to be nervous, hell she looked petrified to be honest. Okay, she is headed out and let’s see where they are going now.

Shanice

These mutha fuckas got me all the way fucked up, game recognize game ALL day, the bitch didn’t play me, I got my mutha fucking paper. Hell, I’m almost done with my mortgage and I’ve bought rental properties in my name only, so when this dude is gone, his paper brings me more. Yeah, I’ll play along with the little plan because I know what’s at the end of this rainbow and it’s a big ass pot of gold. He escorted me to the nastiest, filthiest, apartment in the entire complex, I looked at Melo and said, really babe? I can’t live here, for one it’s in the ghetto and for 2, IT'S IN THE MUTHA FUCKING GHETTO! I’m mad as hell, I don’t know if my life in the ghetto is worth this married ass man I’m fucking with or not. Damn. I quit my job two months ago as a lawyer because I was making my yearly salary within half of the year. Now, I’m fucking stuck, I’ve invested 90% of my income and I didn’t expect this shit, so I need this money to stay afloat. I walk in the apartment and to my surprise, it was decked out, looks like shit on the outside and sugar on the inside. They had me an office set up, and by office I mean a buffet table, masks, hospital gowns, scales, and cute little ziploc baggies. Ricky was apparently my body guard, he stood around the door most of the time, I over heard them talking and he has an apt across the hall from me. I'm sure the protection is from the Mrs. to make it easier for him to keep an eye on me and the money. (Tap, Tap, Tap) (Yelling a whisper) "Shanice! Shanice! What in the hell is going on?" Shylo? Wha- how did you find me? “Bring yo ass out that mutha fuckin house before that big ass brother see me out here.” I can’t baby, I’m gone call you later, now go home, “naw I ain’t going no mutha fuckin where, I’m coming in….”

Carmelo

Scene I – Parking lot of Benihanas

Well damn, this shit here have taken a turn for the worst, I thought I was getting ready to have some real deal action and Cinnamon pop this bull shit off. I-should-have-known, she was gone let the cat out of the bag, but I honestly like Shanice, she is a good girl, but I don’t know if she will be able to trust me again. Yeah, I needed her to fill the position that Darla left but I still had more moves to make. Sigh. Let me go to the spot and see if my baby need anything.

Scene II – Claiborne Homes Apartment Community

(Knock, Knock, Knock) silence throughout the house, then Rickey opens his door, what’s up main? “Nothing much my guy, what cha got going?” Just checking on Shanice, ”oh she in there, you want the key?” Nah, I got mines, I was just trying to be respectful and allow her the privilege to unlock her own door but I see she doesn’t have good sense. I open the door and look around and I see no one, I check the lab and no one there, I look in the bedroom and it’s a man climbing through the window. Bruh, who is you?! “Look main, I’m just trying to see my gal,” yo gal? This my woman and you got less than 10 seconds to get the fuck up outta here unless you tired of living. “Baby come with me, I can do my best to take care of you, just give me a chance, I love you and I---“ (shots fired) “Oh my God! Melo, why in the fuck did you shoot him?! I think he might be dead!” Fuck that bitch ass boy, I told him he had 10 seconds, hell I was lenient towards him, that was 11 seconds. Tell Ricky to clean this shit up and next time you decide to have company, you damn sholl betta ask for permission, bitch.

Drugs Anyone? Part I - Short Story

Scene I – Alfred’s Night Club @ 12:47 am

Beale Street is crowded; the weather is absolutely perfect, it’s probably around 70 degrees in Memphis tonight. The wind is blowing from the river to give it that even feel, my dress is long and flowy so I kinda feel like Marilyn Monroe, but I’m prettier. The music is blaring, people are everywhere, there is a live band tonight and they are on point. I love music, I can’t remember names very well but never-the-less, I will sing my non-talent heart out. My cousin Roxy is with me and she is hot in the ass, she got me fucked up tonight though. I ain’t babysitting her ass, I’m trying to get up with Quan with his fine self. She talmbout kicking it with the dude, with the braids and shit, at his house in North Memphis. I ain’t paying her no mind, so we at the bar drinking our favorite Ciroc drinks with a couple shots of patron on the side. Next thing I know, she pulls out a tiny pill, I ask her, is that a 4 bar? She says, “yep, we’re gonna split it,” I don’t know about that. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun” she said. Fuck it, we popped it, and apparently this was not her first time, like it was for me. She was super turnt on the dance floor, dancing with no-rhythm-at-all. On the other hand, my head was spinning, my heart was racing, I couldn’t figure out if this was an upper or downer. I’m thinking, why in da hell is she so hype? Shit! I feel like I’ve been sedated, I gotta shake this shit off, I tell her, let’s go! She says "hold up, I gotta tell dude something, I’m coming, give me a minute.” WHAT-IN-THE-FUCK! I ought to leave her ass but I can’t fucking drive, ugh, I scream at her, bring ya ass on! She yells back, “okay, damn, calm down girl, we leaving now.”

Scene II – Denim and Diamond Strip Club @ 2:22 am

I wake up in the car, look around and I see all these bright ass lights, not to mention the parking lot is full as hell, why are we here? She says, “girl dude said to meet him here” for fucking what? Take me home, I told you I ain’t got time for dis bullshit, she says, “wait in the car, matter of fact go back to sleep.” Oh, who in the fuck she think she talking to, I followed her ass in the strip club and was immediately mesmerized by the entertainment. I haven’t been to a strip club in a long time, there were half naked women everywhere. It was one main stage with 4 dancers shaking ass to one of my favorite songs – Might Be by DJ Luke. Somehow, I got distracted and lost sight of Roxy, I walked around and saw a sign that said, “Code Red Exotic Dancers, basement level." So of course I’m nosey as hell, I creep down the stairs, peep my head in and I see a dark hallway with a red light on the ceiling. As I began walking down the hall, there were rooms on both sides. I glance through the curtain on the left and it was a relatively small room, dimly lit with a coffee table, lamp and a sofa chair. The atmosphere was Kosher, laid back, seems as if I was in a different club. That room was empty so I eased down the hall way, tip toeing to ensure no one heard me coming. I look through the window of the next room, and I see Roxy ass, stalked naked with a garter belt on her thigh. The guy was the same dude from Alfred’s, these mutha fuckas crazy as hell, she don’t even know this mane. Fuck that shit, I’m finna go. I see the exit, so I’m headed down the hallway and this fine light skinned brother steps in my path and asked me, “are you leaving so soon?” Um, yeah like, I was just headed out, “well don’t go yet, I’m starting a show in 3 mins, and I want you to be my special guest.” Oh really, why me? “The lady I imagined tonight was a slim thick woman, with just enough curves, ass to grip, and she would be dressed in all black.” I’m sure there are plenty of women that fit your imaginative description upstairs. “But none by the name ReeKey, um how did you know my name, “it’s tatted on your left breast, now follow me.” He led me around a corner and I walked into a super dark room, where I had to use my hands as eye sight. I used the walls as a guide and then I bumped into a chair and sat down, eyes big as bo dollars. The floor lights come on and shine on the little round stage. He appears and says, “It’s showtime,” I thought you said, I was your special guest? “You are my special and my only guest, now sit back and enjoy the show.”

(Ques music) Ginuwine – None of Ur Friend’s Business

He comes out grinding, flipping, sexually arousing me, he came so close to me, I had to reach out and touch his pecks. Sweat was dripping all over his body and he was glistening from the overhead lights as his partner enters the stage from the left. He looks extra delicious and his name was Melt in ya mouth. Well damn, what’s the other guy name? "Sunkiss," he replied. They danced all around me, and Sunkiss was in front of me, giving me life, while Melt in ya mouth was behind me easing my straps off my dress. I tried to play it off, oh I wanted it, but I didn’t want them to think it was gone be easy. Mr. Melt began fondling my breast by giving them a sensual massage and as soon as I drifted into ecstacy, Sunkiss was having a snack between my legs. This mane deserves to be crowed King pussy eater, I mean if I had a trophy, he would be the grand prize winner, hands down. I couldn’t believe I was letting these 2 fine brothers turn me out, I need to go, I can’t continue this here. Next thing we know, we hear a siren, Melt says “it’s a raid!” They run and disappear in plain sight and I’m trying to get my self together, I hear “POLICE! Is anybody down here?! I’m looking around for a place to hide, my uncle is the chief of police and if he knows I’m here, everybody will know. I hope my cousin got her ass in a good hiding place because she don’t need any more heat on her. Fuck that, I slide in a closet that didn’t have any clothes in it, as a matter of fact, it had shelves of drugs. It's dark as hell but I know a pound when I smell and see one. Shit! This is the fucking drug closet, I hope and pray they don’t catch me and charge me for all this shit! I’m standing real still, but then I realize I’m not in this closet alone. No time to focus on that, I’m peeping through the crack of the closet, watching my Uncle approach the closet door, I feel a panic attack coming along. I look behind me and there is a door, I make a mad dash for it and blitz to the car and I see Roxy waving me down from the roof top. I couldn’t yell, so I just motioned her to be quiet and held up my index finger, signaling to her that I was coming for her. Wouldn’t be right now, cause' the block was hot, she was gone have to wait. I had the keys this time and I peeled the fuck off. 

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Hospital Swing Emergency - Short Story

Scene  – St Francis Hospital 

Lorie

Beeping sounds are cluttering my brain, I can barely open my eyes, the light hanging over me is extra fucking bright. Where am I? I hear, “we have a stronger pulse and her eyes are beginning to open. “I see doctors and nurses with surgical masks on. I ask, “where am I?” Dr. Scruggs tells me, ‘you’re in the Trauma Center darling, how are you feeling?” Like shit, like a train wreck, a bad hangover times 100, what in the hell happened to me? I can’t feel my body, nurse Felicia said “that’s mostly from the pain medication, we had to give you morphine to sedate you because you were hysterical when you arrived in the ambulance a few hours ago. You were stabbed 24 times and we didn’t think you were gonna make it." Damn. Who in the fuck stabbed me? “That’s what we was wondering until the paramedics said you whispered the name, Ronnie.” Really? My Ronnie, couldn’t have done anything like this to me, he loves me way too much, he worships the ground I walk on, he sends me flowers weekly, writes me poems, we haven’t had a fight in about------umm never mind. “Why did you stammer?” I was just trying to put my thoughts together, we aren’t perfect but-I-was----“Lorie, Lorie, can you hear me? Asked Nurse Cindy, she is out cold.”

Dr. Scruggs

Operation Team, take an hour lunch, Nurse Cindy can handle the prep for the next surgery. We watched them as they walked through the doors out of the corner of our eyes. I’ve been wanting to taste those pretty red lips of yours all fucking night. “But the patient is laying ri--- here?” she said faintly. Why are you talking? Come here baby, the patient is under anesthia right now, so that leaves us enough time for me to fuck you the way you deserve it. You’ve been wanting this dick all day and I’m ready to give it to you. Am I wrong?

Nurse Cindy

How does he know that I want him? My pussy has been pulsating with a constant reminder every time he brushed past me. I took my surgical mask off, walked up to the good doctor and I began tongue kissing him, and I whispered to him, fulfill my fantasy baby. “I thought you would never ask , I have had this bag packed for months.” I watched him as he opened the bag and walked over to the 1st set of doors – he hung a strap over the door. My pussy juice was starting to run down my thigh, I dropped my scrub pants, and unbuttoned my bra to let these D cups get some fresh air. I knew exactly what to do, I placed my butt on the padded seat, reached around for the hand straps to get a firm grip and nestled till I was comfty. I placed my feet in the stirrups one by one. It was just what I imagined, I looked up at him and he was completely undressed. He walked over to me and gently pushed me backwards, so I could swing, and before I knew it, he knelt down to ram his dick into my pussy and started to power drive this sweet cookie, I loved it rough! I released my hand in attempt to gain control and he placed my hand back in the hand strap and asked me to leave them there. I glanced at the clock and we have 20 minutes before the crew returns. He began rubbing some lidocaine on my asshole, whoa buddy! That is forbidden virginal territory, I’ma need you to back up. He didn’t even acknowledge my statement, he kissed me and placed a small red ball in my mouth and snapped it around the back of my head. I started to squirm and mumble obsenities to him, he smiled, gave me those soft circular motions on my pussy, and I instantly calmed down. Once I released a couple orgasms, I glanced at the clock and we had ten minutes left. He began fucking me asshole bound, I remember gasping when I knew he was coming for me. I relaxed my ass muscles as he slid his dick in and out, giving my body life, maximum sensation, not only was he fucking me right, he played with this pussy like a musical instrument, ooh I think I love him. My body felt so incredible, in spite of the numbness that he put on me, the orgasm vibrated from inside the pit of stomach and let out a burst of sunshine and rain, I felt like I was having convulsions, and secretly, I was okay with that. I never in my life had a man to make me feel like this. Oh, Shit! The red light is on, the crew will be in here any minute. I’m hurrying trying to wash up, he’s doing the same, he took down love swing and I towel dry the floor. We hear chatter in the hallway, as soon as we we snap our masks on and they walk in, looking strange in the face. Dr. Scruggs says, “Kesha Yancey is ready to be prepped for her next surgery?”

(Background whispering) Wasn’t this already done? Wonder what they have been doing.

Nurse Cindy, why are your scrubs inside out? We smirk behind our masks and he says, hospital swing emergency.

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