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  “G-i-r-r-rl, did you not just hear me say that I ain’t seen or heard from that nigga in two days?” Crystal said, rolling her eyes. “What about you?” she flipped the question on Tonette. “I know you juicin’ Dame’s hustling ass.”

  Tonette rolled her eyes. “Crystal, you know Dame’s scrooge-ass,” she said in disgust. “That nigga got me ridin’ the bus. And you know the South Bronx Bitches don’t take the fucking bus.” Crystal gave Tonette dap.

  “Well, all my extra money goes to my son,” Shaunna said, jumping into the conversation as she entered the living room from the bathroom. She waved her chipped fingernails, trying to remember the last time she had a manicure. That definitely wasn’t like Shaunna, with her wanna-be-diva attitude. Pregnant with her second child, Shaunna waddled over to the rest of the girls, pulling her spandex pants up over her belly.

  Coming up, Shaunna Parker had never had it easy. Her mother and father died in a car accident, leaving her to be raised by an uncaring grandmother. Shaunna’s grandmother never approved of her son’s wife, something she took out on Shaunna regularly. Getting up in age, her grandmother became sickly and had to loosen the noose on Shaunna. Three years ago, Shaunna befriended Tonette, who’d embraced her and added her to the crew.

  Together the girls made it their business to be at all the hot spots, including clubs like The Rooftop, 1018, and the infamous disco/skating rink, Skate Key. Quite a few hustlers had always wanted a taste of the pretty, young thick girl from around the way. Shaunna made sure that nearly all of them got a sample of what she had to offer, but only if their paper was long enough.

  Shaunna was big-boned. She was a little bigger than Monique but shapelier. Though not nearly as attractive as the rest of the girls, she had an attitude that seemed to ooze sex. She once had a bet with them to see how many dudes she could give blue balls to one night at the club—and she’d won with seven. Shaunna wore a 46-DD and stilled managed to rock bra-and-bikini-panty sets. She would give the average skinny bitch a run for her money any day. As a result of interacting with these hustlers and pimps, she’d acquired a taste for the finer things in life.

  She thought that by the way she was moving, she was gaining popularity and prestige, but she was really developing a reputation. After most of the dough-getters in the Bronx (as well as ballers from other parts of New York) knocked the bottom out of young Shaunna’s pussy, she had become old news. By the time Shaunna had turned sixteen, she was a high school dropout, pregnant, and on welfare.

  “And any other dime I get,” Shaunna continued, sitting down on the love seat next to Laci, “is going to go for shit for this new baby.” She rubbed her six-months-pregnant belly.

  “And that’s exactly why you should have your own money,” Laci preached. Her big brown eyes swept the room, looking for one of the girls to back her statement.

  “Bitch, please. You get all your money from Mommy and Daddy!” Monique snapped, not appreciating how Laci was shitting on them. When Monique became angry or animated about something, her large nostrils flared like those of a bull seeing red. “Don’t even try to front like you do for yourself. I hate it when you do that shit, Laci. We ain’t all got parents feedin’ us money like you do.”

  “Monique’s right,” Shaunna said to Laci, poking out her lips and bobbing her neck. “You always tryin’ to make us feel like we nobodies, like we just some fuckin’ squirrels runnin’ around in your goddamn world, tryin’ to get a nut.”

  Laci just sat there, silent. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why the girls acted like they adored her at times, but then turned around and showed her nothing but contempt and jealousy. This hurt Laci, because she loved them. These girls were the sisters she’d never had. It was no secret that Laci was definitely the most beautiful and flyest out of the crew. Guys always tried to holla at Laci first, not only because she had a sophisticated, good-girl aura about her, but also because she was the only one out of the crew who didn’t have a known reputation.

  “You know what, Laci? Forget about your parents,” Crystal said, standing up and walking over to her. “What I really want to know is how come I ain’t never seen you with no dudes. You don’t even talk about no dudes, and when they try to mack, you never give them no play. What’s up with that?” Crystal asked, puckering her lips and getting right up in Laci’s face as if she were conducting an interview. Once one person started in on Laci, it was an open invitation for the others.

  “Crystal,” Monique said with a disapproving look on her face.

  “Crystal, nothing,” Crystal continued, rolling her eyes. “Don’t act like y’all ain’t never thought about it either. So, tell us, Laci, if you don’t like dudes, then what is your flavor?” Crystal tauntingly twirled one of Laci’s curls around her finger.

  “I’m more of a private person,” Laci said, grabbing her hair from Crystal’s fingers and turning away.

  “What you mean ‘private’?” Tonette quickly cut in, glaring at Laci.

  “She means she’s a down-low ho,” Crystal said. She and the rest of the girls began to laugh. Crystal went and sat back down.

  Not finding a damn thing funny, Laci responded. “Private, you know? I don’t put my business all out in the streets. It’s not ladylike to be running around spreading news about what you do. That’s how girls get reputations.”

  “So what the fuck you trying to say?” Shaunna said, taking offense. “You trying to say we got reps?”

  “Yeah,” Crystal said, jumping in without hesitation. “Say the shit.”

  “You sayin’ we ain’t ladies?” Shaunna asked with major attitude.

  “No, Shaunna,” Laci said nervously. “Crystal asked me a question and I answered it.”

  Crystal folded her arms, ran her tongue inside her jaw, and looked over at Tonette. She had a “should we let this shit ride?” look written all over her face. Tonette nodded her head in the affirmative. It was better to fall back for a minute before tempers flared and Laci got her long-overdue beat-down.

  “This shit is crazy,” Shaunna said, looking over at Laci. “This ain’t even about you, Laci. Let’s keep it real. This shit is about us being a group of young, fine, broke-ass females.”

  “Uh, huh.” Monique popped her bubble gum and nodded her head.

  “What the deal with the so-called men in our lives?” Shaunna continued. “We mad at Laci because she ain’t dealing with none of these sorry niggas around here. They quick to take some ass but slow on givin’ cash. Fuck that!”

  “They ain’t shit,” Tonette said, getting halfway up off the couch. She reached out and gave Shaunna a high-five.

  “Most of these niggas ain’t worth the sperm it took to get ’em here,” Monique added. “It’s all well and good when they’re cracking for the pussy, but when a sista asks for some cheddar, they start acting all crazy.”

  “But at the end of the day,” Tonette said in all seriousness, “we the ones fuckin’ loco. We crazy for lettin’ them fools get away with it. Them niggas ain’t gon’ do no more than we allow them to.”

  “They still triflin’,” Monique said, rolling her eyes.

  “Yeah, but some of them make up for it in other ways,” Crystal said, winking with a sly grin on her face.

  Tonette sighed. “There you go thinking with that stankin’ pussy of yours again,” she said, faking disgust. “Bitch, your whole life is a nonstop fuck fest. I don’t even know why you call Dink your man. Everybody know you ain’t no one-nigga ho.”

  “Tonette, you need to quit frontin’, actin’ like you some goddamn Virgin Mary or some shit,” Crystal retorted. “Your pussy is just as raggedy as the rest of ours.” Monique and Shaunna snickered. “It ain’t my fault that the sorry-ass niggas y’all fuck wit’ ain’t puttin’ it down,” Crystal said, adjusting her name belt. “No, Dink ain’t the best dick I ever had, but he’s my man and he pleases me every time.” Crystal was pretty, dressed to def, and had a subtle sexiness in her tall, slender frame. She was daring—wore rip
ped-up jeans with bright-colored biking shorts underneath and “Yo Baby, Yo Baby, Yo” T-shirts that hung off her smooth shoulders. Her caramel complexion was complimented by the bright blond streaks and asymmetrical mushroom haircut she fashioned after her favorite girl rap group, Salt-N-Pepa.

  “Please,” Shaunna said, snaking her neck. “My son’s father had that good wood, but that don’t mean his ass is off the hook financially. Like homeboy said in that movie, ‘fuck you, pay me.”

  All the girls fell out laughing at Shaunna’s crazy ass. Shaunna was the oddball of the posse. She was always saying or doing something that would make people ask, “What the fuck?”

  “Dink ain’t the biggest baller, but his pockets stay laced. You hoes can pop all the shit y’all want to,” Crystal said, folding her arms. “A nigga wit’ deep pockets is worth his weight, but a nigga wit’ a deep stroke is priceless.”

  “Let you tell it,” Laci mumbled in disagreement. Who was she to talk? She was the last virgin in her senior class, and she’d never even used a tampon before. If Laci’s parents had taught her anything at all, it was to respect herself, and more importantly, her body. Being the good girl she was, she listened to their words.

  “I’m wit’ cha on that one, Laci,” Monique said. “I can’t see no dick being worth more than money.”

  “That’s because you ain’t had the right dick,” Crystal stated. “I can remember this one dude.” She began fanning her private area. “Mercy, mercy me!”

  “Shit, don’t stop there,” Tonette said, turned on by all the dirty talk. “Do tell.”

  “Go ’head wit’ that,” Crystal blushed. “Don’t nobody wanna hear my story.”

  “Bullshit,” Shaunna said, sitting up to pay attention. “Go ahead, Crystal. Tell us about this so-called stud of yours.”

  “Yeah,” Monique added. “Shit, now I wanna hear about it too.”

  By now, all of the girls, with the exception of Laci, were on the edge of their wet seats in anticipation of Crystal’s sex tale.

  “All of y’all nasty,” Laci giggled.

  “Bitch, please,” Shaunna said, sucking her teeth. “You probably got more fuck stories than any of us, wit’ yo’ prep-school ass.”

  Shaunna couldn’t have been any farther from the truth. Laci was as fresh as a cherry on the vine. As a matter of fact, hers had never even come close to being picked.

  “I do not,” Laci said defensively.

  “Don’t even front, ho,” Monique said, twisting up her lips. “Come on, tell the truth, Laci. You a closet freak, ain’t you, ma? Come on, girl. I know you be around all them young rich white yuppies at your mother’s country club.”

  Laci gave Monique a blank stare. “Whatever,” she said, not feeding into Monique’s trap. She knew that Monique just wanted to provoke her into saying something, even if it was a lie, but she wasn’t falling for it.

  “So, what up, Crystal?” Tonette said, eagerly getting back to the subject. “Ain’t nobody forgot about your ass. Get to tellin’ the story, you little tramp.”

  “Damn,” Crystal said with a smirk. “You all up in my mix.” She paused, and a mischievous grin covered her face. “Okay, already. I’ll tell the story since y’all ain’t gon’ let a ho be.”

  What started out as a boring Saturday night was about to turn into a XXX-rated girl talk session. While Crystal prepared to start, each girl was thinking of what pornographic tale she wanted to share herself.

  “And we want full explicit details,” Shaunna said, rubbing her stomach. She always enjoyed Crystal’s fuck stories, and Crystal enjoyed fucking in order to provide them. Crystal had plenty of them to satisfy Shaunna’s appetite. The other girls enjoyed Crystal’s sex tales as well, but Shaunna was one of those chicks who really got off on listening to other people’s sexual encounters. There was no shame in her game when it came to the flesh. The stories were inspirational and motivational, giving her ideas and perhaps a few tips when it came to her own sexual encounters. The song “Freaks Come Out at Night” by Whodini seemed to be about Shaunna. She would swing episodes with men, women, or both at the same time depending on her mood.

  “Aiight, aiight,” Crystal began to confess. “His name was Maurice.”

  “Maurice!” everyone yelled in unison.

  “Maurice? What kind of name is that?” Monique asked. “I thought you was gonna say something like Chico or Man or something.”

  “You know,” Shaunna said, “I’m trying to hear some thug passion. He ain’t have no street name?”

  “Shhh. Just let her tell her story,” Tonette ordered.

  “Yeah,” Laci added, forgetting that she wasn’t supposed to be interested in such conversations.

  “Now, if there are no further interruptions,” Crystal continued, clearing her throat. “I hadn’t seen Maurice in a while when I ran into him at the store. I was in the back getting a soda and I see him knelt down reaching for a Colt .45. My pussy got wet at just the sight of him. He and I had kicked it a few times, but the last time I’d kicked it with him and we were about to fuck, his pager went off. He jumped up and said that he had to go take care of some urgent business. He was pissed, ’cause he had eaten my pussy out and was about to get his payback. But anyway, the next time we bumped heads we were still feeling each other. The fact that we only got to see each other in spurts only made it worse. See, Maurice was married.”

  “Crystal, you messed with a married man?” Laci asked, shocked.

  “Damn right,” Crystal answered. “I looked at his dick and it didn’t have nobody’s name on it so I said fuck it. Then that’s exactly what I did.”

  “You know,” Monique said, reaching over and giving Crystal five on the black-hand side.

  “Besides,” Crystal said, “it wasn’t my fault that his wife’s shit wasn’t tight. Plus, Maurice had that good dick. That’s why I was just as pissed off as he was that we didn’t get to finish up where we had left off. I knew how good that nigga could handle his little dude, or should I say big dude. G-i-r-r-r-l, I had lust in my eyes and larceny in my heart. The two of us were horny just thinkin’ ’bout it. We didn’t even waste time trying to find a hotel.”

  “You didn’t fuck him in the store?” Shaunna’s mouth dropped open.

  “Girl, no,” Crystal said. “Not that I wouldn’t have. That nigga could have slammed me up against the cooler door and fucked the shit out of me, leaving my ass prints on the glass for days.”

  “I heard that shit,” Monique said, crossing her legs, trying to hide the throbbing in the crotch of her pants.

  “He drove over to the abandoned houses on 225th,” Crystal continued with a smile on her face as she reminisced about her and Maurice handling their business in broad daylight behind a boarded-up tenement building. “That nigga massaged my pussy the whole way there. The bulge in his pants was rock hard. Now I know why niggas startin’ to bust sags with they jeans.” Crystal wiggled her ass into a more comfortable position as she continued. “Once we parked, he got a blanket from the back of his Jeep and led me over to an old mattress. Maurice laid the blanket out, sat on it, and pulled me down next to him.” Crystal paused to fan herself with her hand.

  “Come on, bitch,” Tonette said playfully, “finish the damn story already.”

  “You know,” Shaunna said, sighing, “I don’t know about any of y’all, but this shit is making me . . . oooh!” Shaunna moaned and rubbed her inner thighs. Every time the girls talked about sex, Shaunna would get excited. On a couple of occasions, she actually slid her hand down inside her panties and took care of herself with them all sitting right there.

  “How you over there horny with your pregnant self?” Laci asked jokingly.

  “Girl, pregnant chicks like to fuck too.” Shaunna shot them an “I thought you knew” look. “Pregnant pussy is the best. This shit be ripe.”

  “Let her finish,” Monique said, putting her index finger over her lips. Everyone drew their attention back to Crystal.

  “I was wearing m
y purple denim dress, and lifted it up above my hips. Maurice got on top, spread my legs, and pushed my panties to the side. That nigga didn’t waste time trying to taste it first. I was so wet that you could hear my pussy talking to him when he touched it with the tip of his dick. The tip alone damn near plugged me up. I kid you not when I say homeboy was packin’. His daddy had to be a horse,” Crystal said, not realizing that she was squirming. “I wanted to just fuckin’ melt when he started teasing me with the head. He took it easy at first. He knew he was packin’, and he had probably beaten up many a pussy. Then he plunged that monster shit as far as it could go. That nigga’s dick almost split me clear to my ass.”

  “I know that hurt,” Shaunna said, remembering the labor of her nine-pound, eight-ounce son.

  “I took it all in like a real bitch,” Crystal said proudly. “I squirted so hard that I thought I was going to faint.”

  “You lying,” Laci said in disbelief.

  “I wish I was, Laci,” Crystal said. “I’m a two-minute sister, please believe it. But unlike a minuteman, I wanted and was good and ready for some more.”

  “So did you fuck him again?” Shaunna asked eagerly.

  “Hell yeah,” Crystal said, rolling her eyes. “Maurice turned me over onto my stomach, clamped his hands onto my shoulders, and gave me the ooh, aah daddy long stroke,” she sang.

  “Ooh, aah, daddy long stroke,” they all sang in unison.

  “He was beatin’ that pussy up.” Tonette laughed.

  “Okay,” Crystal agreed. “He literally fucked tears out of my eyes. When he finally busted a nut, that nigga’s dick jerked off inside of me like a loose water hose and he fell out in typical nigga fashion.”

  The girls sighed and relaxed their bodies that had been so tense with ecstasy.

  “That was aiight,” Shaunna said, fake yawning. “But I don’t see the originality of the story.”

  “That ain’t the end,” Crystal smiled. “That was only the climax—literally. Now I need to bring y’all down slowly off the high.”