Peaches says, Do what I say....Short Story

Scene I – Memphis Public Library

Peaches 

Getting tired of the fucking Psychology bullshit, I don’t know why I majored in this shit, I’m not even interested, I would love to be a dental hygienist, I have this thing about teeth. Besides that, it’s a pretty little redbone across the table on the other side of the library, she is on the computer side, I don’t know why I am attracted to women. I love men though, but curiosity still strikes me every now and then, even though I promised my fiancé I was done with women, forever. Maybe this will be my last encounter, I usually dig older chics, they have taught me so much, especially the dominant ones. This one is a little younger, I kinda like it, I think I’m gone play the dominant role and let her be the femme, she might like that, especially since she seems so dainty. I watch her as she walks across the room, sashaying-n-shit, looking good-n-shit, hair flowing-n-shit. She started walking towards my direction, I refocus myself as I pretend to concentrate on my finals paper, she says to me, “can you help me with my homework, I’m having a little trouble with my composition analysis?” Sure, I can, but I’m actually getting ready to leave, we can meet somewhere or you can come over to my house, I live alone and I have a small Pomeranian, he loves people, most of the time. “Okay, great, give me your name and number and I’ll text you later.” Cool, they call me Peaches, real name Patty, yea I know, I have old parents. “Yea, that’s cool, see you tomorrow.” Hell, I was lying, I need about 2 more hours to study and plus I would like to gauge her interest level to see where her mind is at, I’ma hit that, I wonder will it be her first time.

Scene II – Dale’s house - Collierville, TN

Dale

How did the studying go at the library babe? “It went well, I got a lot accomplished today.” Oh really, are you cooking tonight? “I ordered pizza, should be here in about 10 minutes.” Her ass don’t never cook, I know she in school and shit, but a brother be hungry, she needs to step her game up before I skip my ass next door to Vanessa’s house, where I can smell neck bones, greens, candied yams and homemade cornbread, she always offers me a plate, every-single-time Peaches leave. I kinda ate a plate yesterday, I wonder why she don’t have a man, she told me about her struggle and I felt so bad for her that I gave her $300.00 towards her light bill.  If I tell Peaches, she gone flip the fuck out and swear I’m fucking that chic, so I’ma keep it to myself. “Baby I’m finna make a run to Marsha’s house and I’ll be back a little bit later, love you.” Her ass always on the go, leave me to here to fend for myself, she was getting better with spending time at home but now, I don’t know what she got going on. But Vanessa just texted me and asked me did I wanna come over and watch Orange is the New Black, seems innocent enough and I’m tired of being alone in this house.

I knock on the door and Vanessa comes to the door, dressed in short shorts, tube socks and a fitted shirt, not really my choice of clothes for a woman but she not my woman. She had prepared a snack for us and had it all laid out for us, she had some rotel, beer (my favorite kind), and lead us to her theater room, where I was pleasantly surprised that it was really nice. I told her I would only watch a few episodes because I needed to clean up before Peaches came back home, she is usually tired and I like to make her comfortable so she can relax before work tomorrow. “That’s fine Dale, I was just lonely and thought we could kick it because Peaches is always on the go.” Ain’t that the truth, after the first episode, we already went through a six pack, she had a mini-fridge that had 2 more cases, I’m already way past my limit, I better go home before some shit pop off that could cause me trouble. She walked past me and all I saw was her ass jiggling and the switch in her hips that I’ve never noticed before, when she bent down to get the beers, I felt my Johnson rising, down boy, this is not our woman. n I tried to readjust my pants, so she wouldn’t notice the budge, but it was too late. She came and sat on my lap, I wanted to fight her off but my johnson was loving that shit, he needed attention and so did I. My hands was rubbing her ass before I knew it and then she straddled me backwards and allowed my hands to rub that pussy, her shit was dripping, I knew I had already fucked up. Fuck it! She was so turned on by my finger game she eased up out those shorts and laid in the middle of the floor and said, “how do you want it?”

Scene III Marsha’s house - Germantown, TN

Peaches 

It was easier than I thought, getting out of the house with Dale, he had no idea, Marsha is out of town and I’m kinda house sitting. I texted Kisha and told her tonight would be better if she was able to make it, she agreed and said she was on the way. I cleaned up the other day but I want to create a fuck space, I mean study space so I can help her with that analysis bullshit. She blows the horn, I open the door, so she knows which door to enter. I ask her to sit her things down and then I tell her I can’t work without a drink, she agrees, I make a margarita and put a little extra alcohol in it, this one drink probably has enough alcohol in it for 3 drinks. She tastes it and says how strong it is, told her we will need it because of all the work we have to do. Her assignment was simple, I had the same teacher, so I pulled an old assignment from my email, revised it and printed it for her, she felt so much better. I watched her as she drank all of her drink, telling me about her problems and that she hadn’t had a man in a year and wanted to know if I could hook her up with someone. We laughed and I had to help her to the bathroom because she was drunk as hell, I pulled her skirt up, pulled her shirt off, allowed her to pee, and carried her back into the living room. She said “you’re so pretty, I need a new friend,” I can be more than that, I know you need a man, but I’m sure I can be a great substitute. I opened my purse and let my vibrator work the lips of her labia, she was loving that shit, I asked her if she wanted me. All I needed was the go ahead, and she gave it to me. Just know I’m in charge and we’re gonna play a game called Peaches says, similar to Simon says, are you ready? “Yes,” Ok, Peaches says, keep quiet and don’t say a word. Peaches says, lay in a doggy style position, head down and close your eyes. I placed the strap on around my hips with flawless effort without missing a beat. Peaches says, take this dick and throw that pussy back on me, yeah-that-way. Peaches says, turn over on yo side and let me slowly slide it in, and remember no sounds. Peaches says, come lay on top of me and ride my face while I fondle those perky breasts. Now your turn, she flips over and I tell her, I didn’t say Peaches says, now that causes for you to be reprimanded. BANG! BANG! BANG! Marsha, it’s a fire in apartment 2, get out now! “Who is Marsha?” Don’t ask no questions, get your shit and let’s get out of here.

Scene IV – Dale’s house - Collierville, TN

Peaches 

I pull up at the house and I see Dale walking from Vanessa’s apartment and he looked like he had a love spell bound on him, what in the hell is going on? They don’t see me as I creep up the stairs, I’m mad as hell, tears rolling down my face, I whip out my taser, rage came over me and I….

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Hell of A One Night Stand - Short Story

Epilogue: Who is this man on my timeline? He is so handsome, fine AF (as fuck) and he is so talented at what he does and a damn good salesman fa sho. If I could get close to him, I wonder if he would find me attractive, my imagination is running wild as I fathom the thought of us in different positions, taking trips, shopping, and making love in different cities, different places where our worries would be put on the back burner.

Scene I - Foot Locker - Southland Mall 

Jasmine 

This dude is fresh to death, I like his True Religion jeans and shirt, it's a perfect combination for his style. As I was walking out of HerShe, I purposely accidentally bumped into him, excuse me I say, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. "It's all good, you from Memphis?" I can't believe he is holding a conversation with me, I feel like a school girl, with a high school crush on the quarterback of the team. Yes, I'm from Memphis, been here all my life, what about you? "Yeah, I was born here, lived a few other places but my heart and my family is here. I tell you what, call me later, I may be getting out, I would love to catch a drink with ya and chop it up." As my insides are screaming, my pussy starts to jump in excitement, calm down kitty, although this drought I've been going through, just may come to an end. I'm older now, so who gives a fuck about what others think, my plan was to fuck this man a year ago, and the opportunity looks very enticing, I'm finna text him in about an hour, I gotta go home and change my clothes, put the kids to bed, make sure they have eaten and shit. Hmm, I sure wonder if he is serious or nah, well I suppose time will tell.

Scene II – In Route to Outback Steakhouse 

Jasmine

He just texted me and told me to meet him at Outback on Union, I was already anticipating the outcome of the end of this date. I'm nervous, I'm hoping he see how awesome I am and bring his fine self ova to me, by letting me have my way. Yeah, he told me had a baby mama and a few children, and I know he may be a little tied up doing the family thing, but I'm feeling him though. I gotsta make him mines someway, somehow, and I think I have just the plan.

I pull up and he tell me he is already inside at a table waiting on me, he said he always arrives early, and if I'm on time, then I'm late, I took note of that. I decided to wear a fitted shirt, some pearls, and some fitted jeans, I was a little casual earlier today, and I wanted to show him, I can spruce up rather nicely, if need be necessary. In our small talk, I made sure to show my flirty side, I am very touchy-feely, his face is so smooth, his beard is cut to a tee, and his teeth are imperfectly perfect. We connect so well, to my surprise we have a lot of things in common, similar interest and honestly, he would make the perfect ying to my yang. The waitress comes over with her head down and looks up smiling but that quickly faded away, when she called him by his government name. "James!" I look at him and he looks at me and gets up quickly and said, "baby let me explain?" Baby? Who in the fuck is this? "So on my 1^st day at work, you decided to bring a bitch to my job?" Angela said. "I thought you told me you was working at Logan's?" He said. At this point, I feel the need and urge to get the fuck up and get the fuck out, I just met the fine ass man, but I ain't down with the drama. I eased my way to the parking lot, and before I get to the car, she comes running out. "Bitch, is that what you do, prey on the all the husband's in the city, ol' tired looking ass bitch." Did this waitress working ass bitch, just call me tired and a ho? I lift my shirt up, to show her my .380, cuz I ain't gone play with this bitch, one thing fa show and two things fa certain, I got yo tired-bitch-ho.

Scene III - IHOP & Jasmine’s house 

Jasmine

What in the world just happened? Damn, I just had to pull over to the IHOP on Union and gather my thoughts. As I'm sitting here, a text comes through my phone [I'm sorry baby, I was really enjoying your company, I didn't know she was working there, honestly. I never would have put you in harm's way or get you involved in any bull shit. Can I make it up to you?] Make it up, bullshit, mane this dude is crazy, and he needs to get his life together, but I'ma respond and see what he wanna do. Text: [How you wanna make it up, cuz I'm still hungry and I love steak.] Wonder what his reply will be, really don't wanna get involved with him, but his charisma, his attitude, his spirit, is pulling me near, I smell trouble, but I like a little danger. Text: [Can I come to you?] This is a time in life, where I wish I had a side apartment, but it's all good, I'ma let him come to me and see what happens. I shoot him my address and I get home, only to find my house a mess, damn! I hate when I'm getting ready to go somewhere special, I totally ransack the place. He messages me and says, [Outside]. Umph, well we gone have to chill in the driveway, cuz ain't no fucking way, he coming up in here. I go outside and we are eyeing each other in the most seductive way, he asked me, "why you looking at me like that?" Hell, I couldn't tell him the real reason, that I was trapped in a mental fantasy in my head, as he was fucking the shit outta me. Oh, no reason, I'm just admiring your handsomeness, we have small talk, he seems to be feeling me and fa damn sho I'm feeling him. I decided to kick it up a notch, I caressed his face with the back of my hand, trimming the outline of his beard, sliding my fingers slowly down his neck, till I began rubbing his chest. I glare at him, as I see him trying to hold the beast in, but I was determined to see what the beast consisted of entirely. I told him he needed a massage, I asked him to lean forward, as I stroked his back, hitting his pressure points, causing him to let down his inhibitions and relax. As I went to his shoulders, he began to moan and looked at me with this glazed stare and said, "why you touching me like that?" Cuz you need it, you gone let me suck your dick? His breathing paused, I slipped my hands down to feel his erection and it was rock hard. I unzipped his pants so that I can feel his masterpiece, as I kissed him on his neck giving him maximum satisfaction until he couldn't take no more. I climbed into the driver's seat as he reclined his chair and I mounted him, he gave me full access, and I know I felt it in my stomach. As we were being taken away in ecstasy, the windows fogged up, we opened our eyes and see a light flashing through the car window. I'm thinking in my head, is this the bitch or the police?

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Bad Bitches Snout Powder - Short Story

Scene I - Candy Land Strip Club - Tasty

Damn Bitch! You gone waste that shit! What the fuck is wrong with you? How in the fuck you scatter all the powder on the bench? “Hurry up and scrape it before Velvet walks her old ass up in here, says Tasty.” Fuck Velvet if Pimp Chateau walk in this bitch, we will be fucked. Velvet knows what the deal is, it ain’t her I’m worried about, it’s that nigga. (Music ques) “Shake that Ass” by Too Live Crew. Shit! That’s my song, let me hit the stage (DJ in background, coming to the stage, Tasty! Ladies and gentleman feast your eyes on one of Candy Land’s finest women in the house!) It’s a lot of men out here tonight, I’m gonna make at least $500.00 from this crowd. “Why in the fuck is she dancing like that?” Says Baby Doll. Oh my, I feel hazy, got this tingling feeling all over me, and my eyes are seeing double. That was some pure shit! Thank God, my song is over, let me count my cash, $76.00, what the hell? “Bitch you is too high, you fucked up and you need to go the fuck home.” (Slurred speech) I ain’t fucked up, I’m just a little high. “Bitch you a lot high, I’m calling you an Uber, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow and take you to get your truck.”

Velvet

These hoes think I’m too old, to get this money, I’m finna show these maggots how it’s done. Que my music DJ! “Shawty Swing my Way” by KP and Envyi. “That old ass song, her ass always playing some ole school music, she ain’t gone make shit tonight.” I take my ass to Table # 2 and the guy in the grey sweats had lumps in his pockets, I ease my way over there to him, as I stare at him. He locks eyes with me and I immediately hand him my card indicating I do private shows, I lean in close to him and ask him to call me. He think he gone get some pussy but I got some else up my sleeve. I saw how he was eyeing Baby Doll, and Tasty, yeah I’m gone get they ass to meet up with him asap, I’m talking about tonight. I winked at him, and he grabbed my arm, and said “my name is Choppa and I’ma hit you up tonight. We gone be at the Double Tree on Sanderlin. Come thru room 359.” Bet, I’ma bring my girls and we gone put on a private show for ya, the charge is $1000.00 per girl, and it’s gone be 3 of us. If you want more than a dance, than have your pockets ready, cuz we stay ready for whatever.

Scene II – Double Tree Hilton Hotel – Choppa

These hoes finna come up here in a few minutes, they charging out the frame but the way they was dancing up in there, got a nigga dick hard as mutha fucka. I’m gone fuck me some tonight, I don’t care which one it is, they all bad as hell. (Knock at the door) I glance out the peep hole and I see the ladies, so I open the door, they come in and immediately start changing clothes and transforming into their stripper attire. Mac 10 in the corner with his mean mug on as usual, he don’t trust no one, he had the glock under the pillow just in case these bitches came in with the shit. I lay back on the couch and the show begins, I rub my hands together in anticipation of what’s to come. These bitches were naked in seconds, I don’t know why they bothered to change. Mac 10, had one of them, Pablo had the other one and Velvet ass was over here with me. I love strippers, she was so tantalizing and easy, I don’t have to put in any effort, just a few dollars and I’ll make that shit back tomorrow, probably double. Hell, we put half the cash on the table, these bitches gone have to work for the other half. I told Velvet, I wanna fuck. She whispered to me $200.00, I ain’t paying this bitch no more money, but I agreed and her first wrong move was her assuming I was gone pay for the pussy after the fact. Since we are in a suite, I took her into the bedroom, and she assumed the position, she was use to fucking because all I had to do was whip my condom out, my dick was hard before she even came in the door.  I went into the bathroom to take a quick piss and when I peep in the room she tapping on her cell phone, so I ask her, I thought I could hold your attention. “I was just checking the time baby” I’m ready for you, you don’t see lying on the bed playing with my pussy trying to make it squirt for you?” Damn. For real? I turn around and she is wet as hell, I crawl in the bed and she tried to kiss me, ain’t no kissing, we don’t get down like that, I just want you to suck my dick and let me cum, I ain’t giving you the girlfriend experience. She reached for my dick and held it like a microphone, she fist gripped my boi and jacked my cock till I checked into my 3rd world, my body felt loose. I ain’t had a woman touch in months, this here is money well spent, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, imagining this was Lisa, my ex-girlfriend, she left me for a woman, a white woman at that. Before I could delve into my thoughts, I felt the sweet depths of her mouth grip the tip of my shaft and I almost lost my mind, this bitch deserves a mutha fuckin tip and a damn trophy. BOOM! Two dudes come rushing through the door, I back up to the headboard, Velvet runs her ass to the front room to find a bloody scene, all of them are dead, this nigga must've had a silencer. Her mouth is wide open and all I could do is plead for my life until he placed a black bandana over my eyes and mouth and my muffled cries went unheard. She screamed at him, that wasn’t the plan! “Yea, I know but them bitches was in the line of fire and they just so happen to get hit.” Velvet says, "grab the money bag and let’s get the fuck up outta here.”

Velvet

Fuck! Security is running down to the room, we have plenty of time to escape, we hit the fire shoot and start running down the steps, the car is on the other side. Once we hit the bottom, we turn the corner and we run dead smack into Pimp Chateau, and he want his mutha fucking cut right now. Damn nigga. I need to count it out. “Count it out? Nah just hand me the bag, I’ll be sure to take care of it and treat you extra special tomorrow.” Sirens sounded and when we looked up the police had the hotel surrounded, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, mutha fuckas won’t get me, I’m straight snitching on all these niggas.

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Side Ni**a Said What? - Short Story

Scene I – Starbucks @ 8:00 pm – Side Nigga # 1 

Tuesday

Come see me baby? Girl, if he would say, or even send those words via text, IM, SnapChat, Messenger or any other Social Media tool I would be delighted. I just don’t think I have it in me to reject him and if he breaths my direction, whispers sweet nothings, tell me what I want to hear, it’s a wrap. You know what I mean? When I’m around him, it feels like my spirit has been re-connected to a past life. The haunt for my soul mate is over, never knew there was a light-skin man in my future, but now I know. “Girl, isn’t he married?” Yea, but that’s beside the point, I’ve visualized him in my bedroom many times, as I have closed my eyes when having sex with others, only to imagine him intoxicating my secret place like he climaxes with his wife. I ain’t gotta be a side-chic or nothin’ like that, I just want to be a part of his life, help make his life better, help relieve some of that stress he carries around daily. “Uh-huh, yeah, so what you gone do?” I’ma wait on him to text me, or maybe even call me, I won’t make a move until he gives me the go ahead. I did tell him where I lived, and gave him an open invitation. He is educated, smart, financially savvy, disciplined, and a take charge type of man. “You know damn well that man gone be over your brother house tonight, so you gone go?” Hell fucking yea I’m gone go! I’m gone be cute as hell when I do go, but family friendly cute, and the after party gone be lit at Club Love on Winchester. I  got a bad ass dress that’ll make his jaw drop and when I shake this ass, I’ll make sure he is mesmerized.

Scene II – Tuesday’s Crib @ 10:45pm - Side Nigga # 2 

Tuesday

Girl, this handsome  ass nigga, right here! Dayum?! Is it possible to be in love with two dudes at the same time? “Hell nawl, yo ass just in lust with these dudes, and you might love them in a different way but in love, no-fucking-way. What do you like about him anyways?” I don’t know, he is sweet, charming, sensual, loving, kind, does everything in his realm of reach to make me happy, but of course I have reserves. But it’s enough to keep me coming back, to pull me emotionally close and tug at my heart strings on a consistent and regular basis. [Text Message – Where you at love?] See he is texting me now, “so what you gone do, are u gone fuck him or nah?” Oh, I’m gonna fuck him, for more than one reason though, number 1 – I ain’t got nobody and number 2 – I really like him. (Doorbell rings) “Girl who is that at your door, at this time of night?” Leah yo ass need to roll, nosey ass, go through the garage door, it’s Lil Demo, he done popped up. “Why he ova here, I thought yeen fuck with him like that?” Damn. Didn’t I tell yo ass to go, I ain’t gotta explain shit to you. “Do this nigga got a key?” Bye Leah! “This nigga must be laying the pipeth down cuz you ain’t never ever done that bullshit. Hell, I pushed Leah out the door, and tried to strike a sexy pose when he came in but it was a little bit of an epic fail. He whispered “tell daddy how you want it.” I want it however you give it to me. Instead of moving to the bedroom, he gently laid me across the floor, while planting soft kisses on my face, my neck, using his teeth to tug at my clothes, I slipped my shirt off my shoulder which led him to hot spot # 1. His touch was so sensual, I needed him to stop, I didn’t want to feel good, but I needed it, things have went way too far to turn back now. He understands me, but there are so many negatives but I’m sure I can turn them all into positives. We are only friends and I can’t do it, I need to end this shit before it goes any further. He whispers, “I got you” at that second, I dropped all of my doubts, all of my insecurities, at some point of time I realize I have to trust again. I gave in, and he felt it, the moment was magnified, his lips set my insides on fire, I had no choice but to reciprocate, we rolled back and forth on my hardwood floor, connecting and accepting the realization, while allowing the moment to take us in time, intertwining our bodies, all of these feelings and he hasn’t even entered me yet. This man has made love to my mind, kissed my body and has me persuaded that he just might be the one. I whisper, “I love you.” (Door buzz) He looks at me, glances at the door, grabs the pistol and stands on the side of the door. He motioned for me to come here and asked who it was, I peeped out the window and it’s Bernard. FUCK! “Open the door” I ain’t finna open the door, so you can hurt him, he ain’t did nothing but rang the doorbell. “So this the other nigga that you fucking?” I ain’t fucking nobody but you. “Good. Now, do as I say and open the door slowly.” SHIT! I open the door to a crack, and I say, hey, how are you? He says, “you gave me an invite, so here I am, are u busy?” Well, yeah I actually am, can I call you? I glance over at bae and he about to bust a blood vessel, I tried to close the door, Bernard stuck his foot in and stepped in and towered over me, for a split second I forgot bae was standing there. This brotha is just breathtaking, we were both startled when bae said “So y’all gone stand there and mind fuck each other right in front of me?” Bernard says, “who the fuck is this nigga?” Bernard just go ahead and leave, let me deal with Demo. “Demo, the rapper? Damn, nigga that is you! Awe main, I didn’t know Tuesday was yo gal, my apologies my nigga, and um would it be to much to ask for your autograph? “Nigga, get the fuck outta my house and if I see you again, I’ma send them goons after you, weak ass nigga.” I didn’t hear anything past this was his house, this is my shit, I pay the rent in this camp. I slowly close the door, and when I turn around, Demo is standing over me, my breathing is shallow, my heart starts to flutter, and he whispers “you gone pay for that.” What the fuck does he mean by that?

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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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