Fiending for His Love (2 page)

~Chapter 1~

It was one of the hottest nights in Orlando Florida. The hotter it got, the better it was for Blaze. It only meant two things: One, he could ride around with the top down in his newest and hottest vehicles and two, he could dress his girls in next to nothing and they could strut the stroll showcasing their goods making him more of a profit than usual. Men loved naked women and he didn’t mind catering to them one bit. He cruised the streets of Orlando; driving about twenty miles per hour, just joy riding; yet being careful not to mess up his 24 inch iced out chrome rims. His Cadillac Deville rested easy on the customized hand dipped rims which were painted candy apple red to match his candy apple coated red Cadillac. He wasn't in any gang, which people always assumed due to his love for the color red. The music from his Pioneer speakers was on blast, causing hanging pictures on the walls of homes in the neighborhood that he drove through to tremble.

Everyone was sitting on their porch, drinking, laughing, and having a good time. Blaze drove by and got much love from his fans, friends, the wanna be’s and his enemies. He had it like that. Even the enemies had to admit that he was doing the damn thing. He gave all his fans a quick head nod as he cruised the streets. Stopping at a stop sign, he took the opportunity to look at his handsome face in the rear view mirror. He massaged his fingertips over his growing mustache and began to smooth it out to perfection. He licked his semi dry lips and brushed his naturally arched eyebrows to the side with the tip of his index finger. His long thick and curly eye lashes were curled at their finest. He had the eyelashes that females would die for since they had to buy extensions to achieve the same look. It was crazy how females had to pay for their beauty yet in men it was just natural.

Blaze pulled up on a block where one of his hoe houses was located. He glanced at the front door that was left wide open. A toddler with nappy hair, a diaper filled to capacity, and ashy legs wobbled down the steps. As soon as she hit the bottom step she made a run for it.

Blaze got out of his car just in time. His Prada loafers hit the ground. “Where you going lil mama?” He swooped the baby up in his arms and shook his head at her appearance.

His girls made too much money to be having their children walking around looking like a hot ghetto mess. He didn’t have time for the bullshit nor the foolishness and fuckery. He didn't have any kids but he sure as heck loved children. When it came to kids he wore his heart on his sleeves. He hated to see any child left behind or left without.

He walked into the house, turning his face up at the filth. The place was a total mess. Trash was everywhere, toys scattered the floors, and old pizza boxes rested on the tables along with beer bottles and other trash. Blazed walked into the kitchen and disgust covered his face. Dishes were everywhere. The red trashcan that rested in the corner was overflowing with trash to the point where trash was literally poured onto the sides of the trashcan.

He hadn’t been to the house in a few days. Matter- of-fact, it had been exactly one week since he’d last been there to collect his profit. He turned his nose up as he looked at the pitiful site again and then stormed off upstairs. Somebody was in trouble.

He reached the top of the steps and could hear passionate moans coming from behind the doors of the master bedroom. He quickly snatched the door open and stormed inside. There was Candy, a caramel exotic honey who stood about 5’8 with nice firm legs, small hips, and thick thighs. She was so sexy and skillful in bed that she could make a married man say fuck his wife and fuck his family. She was only 19 and had experienced it all. She’d had a two-way trip from earth to hell and back to earth. Life for Candy was never easy, not that anyone was to say that it would ever be easy. Judging by the circumstances, Candy was just another rotten apple who would never be satisfied with life nor would ever know how to accept life for what it was.

“Yes Daddy! That’s my spot!” Candy cried out. She was mounted on top of a guy, riding him fast and slow, up and down, like a pony. So into the good dick that she was receiving, Candy never knew that Blaze was in the room. Usually she had weird vibes when it came to Blaze and could just feel his presence every time he was within a few feet away from her. She ran her fingers through her soft curly hair and licked her lips as she continued to ride.

Blaze stood on his toes, trying to get a better look at the young man that had his eyes closed. Who was enjoying the insides of his girl? Blaze cleared his throat, capturing the attention of the two momentary lovers who before then hadn’t heard a thing over the loud sex sounds that escape their mouths. He glanced down at the shoes next to the bed and the gold chains that rested on the dresser.

Blaze shook his head in disappointment. “Is this on the house?” he asked, scaring the shit out of the sex slave and Candy.

Candy quickly rose to her feet and trembled with fear. “I’m sorry, Blaze,” she cried out as she covered up her nudeness.

“On the house? What you talking about man?” the sex slave questioned.

“How much did he pay?” Blaze directed his question towards Candy.

Candy cried, shaking her head to indicate nothing. He hadn’t paid her not a damn dime. The dick was so damn good. If anything she should have been paying the young boy for slanging good wood her way.

Blaze rushed over to Candy, coking her up by her frail neck.

The dude picked up a liquor bottle and knocked Blaze over the head.
BAM!
The bottle shattered and glass scattered everywhere.

Candy was the best lollipop licker that the young boy had experienced in quite some time. He didn’t mind putting up a fight for Candy.

Blaze grabbed the back of his head and felt the blood leaking from it. Blaze was a pretty boy but wasn’t a sucker ass dude by far. He picked up a piece of the broken glass, “Uh! Uh!” he turned around jabbing the young boy in the face and stomach. Killing him was the only option he had. If he let the street thug live, he knew he would have to pay for it in the end.

“You going to kill him, Daddy!” Candy cried out. She ran towards him trying to stop Blaze from stabbing the guy to death.

Blaze felt offended. Candy, his bottom bitch, was taking up for another dude. Was she choosing dick over her number one priority, her daddy? “The dick is that good? Huh hoe?” Blaze backhanded Candy sending her crashing into the oak dresser drawer. Through squinted eyes Blazed stared Candy up and down. At that second he knew that she was no longer to be trusted. The hoe wasn't loyal. She was just like every other hoe; disloyal, not trustworthy or worthy at that.

Candy let out a loud cry. Getting back on her feet she ran towards Blaze again.

The boy toy screamed and hollered for his life. The little fight he was putting up was no match for the powerful stabs that Blaze was taking at him. With each stab, Blaze was slowly taking his life. Blaze felt that the pain the boy was enduring was nothing compared to his cold, broken heart.

Out of all the many ass whippings that Candy had received for misbehaving you would have thought she’d learned by now. In the years she’d been with Blaze she’d gotten over three dudes killed and got herself hospitalized more times than you can count on your hand. Truth to be told, Candy actually got a kick out of seeing Blaze put in work over her. In her mind, she thought Blaze was actually killing for her. Those ass whippings didn't mean anything but that her daddy loved her more and more in her irrational eyes.

The last thing a pimp wanted to see was his hoe choose dick over him; especially a dirty freak hoe that he had picked up off of the streets six years ago when she was selling her body for the exchange of weed and drinks. He’d taken Candy in and turned her into a bonafied hoe; a real go-getter. He turned her trashy ways into classy ways. He could put her to work on the track or even send the hoe to Europe with supreme clientele making as much as thousands of dollars a day off of her.

After putting her through Blaze’s Hoe Camp, which he liked to call it, Candy was one of the best hoes to grace the blades. Didn’t none hoe on the stroll have shit on her.

She was drop dead gorgeous, exotic, had class, and was filled with all types of freaky treats and tricks. She also had the gift of gab, which helped her turn regular dudes into tricks, who later became some of her most faithful customers. The johns only dated and paid her and her only. The devil was a damn liar if a man said he didn't pay for pussy. Candy always proved them otherwise.

When Candy first met Blaze it was like the heaven gates had open up for her. He was handsome and had class and style. To top it all off he had a demanding attitude and money longer than she could even imagine. He’d been standing on the hoe stroll pimping on hoes as he usually did while wearing some of the finest attire that Candy had ever seen. She was so use to bum dudes and fake pimps that she didn't know real pimping when it hit her in the face. She was down to her last dollar and had just messed up her last date. Her stupidity and need for weed had just caused her to be broke yet another day.

“Please just give me $20,” Candy begged the young boy that she had just turned into a trick.

“Nah Candy, I gave you more than enough money last week. And you was ducking and dodging me.”

A smile crept across Candy’s face as she thought about the week prior when she’d had the young boy pay her upfront for three dates, when he’d only gotten a simple blow job from her.

As she was slobbing on his knob, taking him to places that he thought he could never go, she’d talked him out of the money, promising him that he was good for two prepaid dates.

Candy quickly wiped the smile off of her face. “I need to get me a room tonight,” she cooed with a sad puppy like expression painted on her face.

Shaking his from head side to side, he just couldn't feel sorry for Candy. He figured that she knew she needed a place to stay so she should have spent her money wisely.

Candy’s hand gripped the half-ounce bag of weed that he had just given her and neatly tucked it inside of her bra. Spreading her legs apart she ran her hands up under her skirt. “Please Daddy,” she moaned, biting her bottom look.

He glanced at her. He was tempted but was not letting that temptation get the best of him. He hit the unlock button on his Nissan Maxima. “I gotta go, Candy. I’ll holla at you later,” he huffed.

Getting the hint, Candy eased out of the car. “Better believe you'll never get a taste of Candy again!” She laughed and slammed the passenger door. Hitting the pavement, she walked up the stroll and stood at a nearby bus stop with no destination in plan whatsoever.

Across the street Blaze had his eyes on Candy. Seeing her standing at the bus stop looking busted disgusted, and hopeless, he decided to spit some game at her. Walking up on her, he noticed how much potential she had. She carried herself like a cheap hoe. In his eyes he was looking at a goldmine. “Sell yourself short and this is where you'll end up at for the rest of your life. Ain't you tired of the should of's and the could of's yet?”

Candy turned her nose up and was ready to curse him out until she noticed how handsome he was. “Why you sweating me?” Candy shot back at him.

“Bitch, what you talking about? Get some pimping in your life. If you knew better you would do better.”

“Boy, pimping? You tripping!” Candy began to laugh, “You ain't no pimp!”

“I ain't tripping. Never slicking on my pimping, hoe. Become one of Blaze’s finest and you'll never be at the bus stop as long as you down for my crown,” Blaze mentioned, showcasing his pearly whites.

It had only taken a few minutes of pimping on Candy for Blaze to have her in the back of his candy apple Cadillac.

Now, in the midst of Candy’s distress, Dottie and Cinnamon stood in the doorway watching all the action going on. A smile was planted on Dottie’s cute little angelic face. She got a hot kick out of watching the ‘goodie two shoes’ Candy get in trouble.

“That hoe been creeping niggas up in here for a hot minute now. We thought she was paying you, Daddy.” Cinnamon spoke, adding more salt to the open womb.

Candy got up on her feet and rushed over to Cinnamon. Dottie jumped in front of Cinnamon, who was fun size standing at 4’8. People always underestimated Dottie. They thought that because she was little she was a scary female. They truly had her confused because she was far from scary and had a mean punch. Back in her hometown she was known for knocking men and females out.

“You touch her and it’s on like popcorn up in here,” Dottie rolled her neck.

Seeing that the boy was hanging onto his last breath, Blaze got up covered in blood.

“Bitch, you done made me fuck up my Pradas. My fucking Armani suit is all fucked up. Hoe, you going to pay for this tonight!” Blaze cursed. He walked towards the exit of the room. “Oh and she’s been sneaking niggas up in here? Bitch, it’s noon. I want $3000 by 7:00 PM, hoe!” he told Candy.

Before he whooped her ass and really punished her he wanted his money first. Later that night, she was due for the works before she hit the stroll. Blaze was tired of giving Candy chance after chance. He knew one bad hoe could sink his entire ship.

“Yes, Daddy,” Candy replied with her head down. She thought about the ass whooping that was waiting for her and started to regret her actions. She loved for Blaze to yoke her up a time or two but did she really want to get her ass beat like a two-dollar hoe?