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Authors: Andrea Blackstone

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Dear Readers,
 
I hope that you enjoyed a peak into Leslie's secret world. I know that I've kept you long enough already. Since I have, I'll keep this letter short, sweet, and neat. Let me first say that I love writing about drama in this crazy world. I wrote this story for a great deal of entertainment value, so I won't get into what my research revealed. I promised myself I wouldn't be a preacher this time! I'm sure you were able to pick up on enough commentary toward the end. The only point I'd like to specifically mention is that if you are a sexually active single, I hope this story serves as an example of why it is a
must
do to wrap it up each and every time you engage in sexual activity. Never take your partner for granted, and regard him or her as someone who you may or may not know everything about. If you are living a promiscuous lifestyle, question if it's really worth it. If there is a reason behind your behavior, consider seeking professional counseling. Also, don't forget to pay quality attention to your woman, men. What you may take for granted, someone else may be glad to have. What if that someone turned out to be one of your boys? Oops, I didn't mean to say that.
 
On another note, some readers have asked me about
Vinegar Blues
, which I refer to in
Schemin'
. I just may revise the story into nonfiction accounts of my life that will serve as my inspirational book.
As I previously stated, a portion of the proceeds of my forthcoming inspirational title will be donated for cancer research, so please consider supporting that project or whichever inspiration project I select. I don't think there are many people who haven't been somehow been touched by this terrible disease. If I don't decide to tell all about me, I will continue striving to collect the most heartfelt inspirational stories from people who have walked various paths in life. Hopefully, this project will come to fruition in the future.
 
Lastly, I welcome your comments and questions. You may send them to
[email protected]
,
andrea@dreamweaverpress. net
, or send them via snail mail. You will find my address on the next page. I appreciate your support and interest in a budding author!
 
Best wishes always,
 
Andrea Blackstone
NYMPHO 2
Please help decide how Leslie's world will end. Will it stop here? Email or write to me, and cast your vote today!
Sneak Peek
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BY ANNA J.
 
 
A Hustle Gone Dead Wrong
 
“Bitch, what is you whispering for? I can't hear a thang you sayin',” my girl Karen yelled into the phone over the loud music in the background.
My heart was beating in my throat, and even if I tried I couldn't speak no louder than I was at the moment. I collected my thoughts as best as I could, but all I could hear were sirens, the clink of handcuffs, and bars shutting behind me. I had to get out of there and quick.
“Girl, you gotta go get Shanna and get over here quick. I think I killed him, girl.” By now tears were rolling from the corners of my eyes like a run in a pair of stockings. I couldn't breathe, and my vision was blurring as we spoke.
“Over where? Black Ron's house? I thought you was in there pulling a caper?”
“Karen, listen to me. You have to go get Shanna and come over here now! I need y'all. I don't know what to do.”
“No, problem. I think I just saw her pull up to the building. We'll be there in like three minutes.”
Instead of responding I hung up. Snatching my clothes from behind the chair, I slid into my gear quickly and went downstairs to wait for my friends. In my heart I hoped this nigga was just playing a cruel joke, and was just trying to scare me. I couldn't go to jail for murder. I didn't have time to be fighting no bitches off me ‘cause I was fresh meat, and as sexy as I am there's no doubt they'd be trying to get at me.
Not even four minutes passed, and my girls were pulling up to Black Ron's door. I breathed a temporary sigh of relief as I opened the door to let them in, but the moment the door was closed I busted into tears and fell into Shanna's arms. If my morning didn't start out bad, my night was ending in the worst way.
“Mina, pull yourself together and talk to me. Where is Ron, and what happened?” Shanna said, making me stand up on my own two feet and wipe my face. I sniffled a few times in an attempt to catch my breath. We took seats around the living room, and I ran the entire day down to my girls.
“I met Ron at the club last night and we came here to handle our business. He was already drunker then a mu'fucka so I knew getting ends from him was going to be a piece of cake,” I said to them as I wiped snot and tears from my face.
 
I went on to tell them how Black Ron, the largest dealer in all of this side of Yeadon, was popping Xani's like they were lifesavers. He had already been drinking way before I saw him at Heat, a local night spot in Sharon Hill over there on Hook Road where all the ballers hung out. He was up in that piece flashing money like he had just won the damn Power Ball, and I was on his ass before any of those other smut bitches could take advantage of his weak state of mind.
We left there around two in the morning, and I ended up having to help him to his car and drive to his crib so he wouldn't kill me and any other unsuspecting motorist behind the wheel. By the time we got to the crib he was able to walk a little straighter, and he made it upstairs just fine.
My plan was to fuck him to sleep and help myself to a little bit of that money when he was out like a light. I would then ask him for money in the morning because I knew he didn't know how much money he was throwing around the night before. I mean, the late great Notorious B.I.G. said it best, “Never get high on your own supply.” A chick like me will catch you slippin' and then the next thing you know, it's curtains.
By the time I got finished taking a shower and came back into the bedroom, this nigga was lying back in the bed with his dick in his hand watching
My Baby Got Back
on the television. Silly me thought he would be out for the night, but I guess I would have to work for my money this evening.
“You feeling better?” I asked him, inching closer to the bed. He turned his attention my way for a split second before looking back at the television.
“Yeah, my head pounding a little, but I'm cool. Thanks for seeing that I got home. Out of all the tricks I fuck with, you are the only one I truly trust.”
I didn't say anything, instead I toweled my body dry and began to apply some of the lotion he had on his dresser. I pretended not to pay him any mind, but I saw him go from watching me to watching the porn movie out of the corner of my eye. I made a display of massaging my breasts and spreading my legs, acting the entire time like he wasn't in the room.
“Girl, get over here and ride this dick. What you puttin' all that damn lotion on for anyway? You just gonna be ashy in the morning all over again.”
I continued to lotion my body like I didn't hear what he said. He was stroking his dick in a long, slow motion, and I'd be damned if I didn't want some of it. Black Ron was definitely working with some shit. I figured I might as well make it a two for one deal. Get the best nut of my life, and the cash to go with it.
Walking over to the bed, I waited until I got to the side to drop the towel. Through half-closed eyelids, Ron watched me give him head while he finger fucked my pussy and smacked me on my ass.
Now, this nigga had been drinking Henney all night, so I knew this was gonna be forever. My head skills were impeccable, and in no time flat I was swallowing all of his babies. But his dick was still standing at attention.
“Damn, girl. If you used your head for anything else you'd be a genius. Get up and ride Daddy's dick.”
Ignoring the comment he made, I did what I was told, riding him like I'd been taking horse riding lessons my entire life. I guess my momma's dreams of me being a ballerina were crushed, because the woman I am now is nothing like the girl I was back in the day.
I was on his dick hard, knowing the payout at the end of the night would be marvelous. He stretched my long legs out in all kinds of directions, and I could have sworn I heard him saying something about loving me before he pulled his dick out and busted yet another nut in my face. I pretended like I enjoyed it while he panted all hard in an effort to catch his breath beside me.
Reaching over to the side of the bed, I grabbed the towel to remove his children from my face. This dude was a beast, and although I could see him falling asleep, I knew it would be on again in the morning. I took that moment to take eight one hundred dollar bills from his pants pocket and put it in my wallet before lying in the bed next to him. He snuggled up close to me, and before I knew it I was ‘sleep, too.
In the morning I woke up to him sliding his already hard dick into me from the back, and I had to clear the cold out of my eyes so I could focus. This nut was a little quicker than last night, and I was grateful. I laid back in the bed and watched him stumble around the room, and almost fall into the hallway over one of his Timberland boots. I laughed, but not out loud, because Black Ron is crazy and has been known to knock a chick upside the head for less. When he came back into the room, his eyes looked bloodshot, and he damn near crawled to the bed to get in it.
“You gonna be okay, BR?” I asked, noticing his breathing was getting heavier and he was breaking out in a sweat. I didn't know what was wrong with him, but I wouldn't just leave him like this. I still had to get paid for my services.
“Yeah, I'm cool. Those damn pills got me trippin',” he said in a slurred tone as his eyes closed, and his head fell to the side.
“How many did you take?” I asked, scared as hell. I didn't know what was happening, but I couldn't call the cops because I knew this nigga had drugs or something up in this camp, and I'd be damned if I was going to jail for conspiracy.
“Like four of ‘em this morning, but I'm cool. I just need to sleep it off.”
I didn't answer; I just moved closer to him and let him put his head on my stomach. Not too long after that he was snoring and I was able to turn him on his back. I watched him for a little while, but before I knew it I was asleep, too.
 
“And when I woke up he wasn't breathing and was foaming at the mouth. I concluded my story in a loud wail. “Lord, please, if you get me out of this one I promise I'll stop being a hoe!”
“Girl, he prolly just thirsty. Let's go see what's crackin,” Karen said, and we all got up and followed her upstairs. When we got into the bedroom, he was the same way I left him: sprawled out on the bed, ass naked, with his dick pointing to the ceiling.
“Damn, that nigga working with that? I had no idea,” Karen said as she got closer to the bed. I stayed my ass by the door because I didn't know if he was going to jump up or what.
“Damn girl, I know you said you had a killer pussy, but I didn't know you was for real about that shit,” Shanna said.
While Karen and Shanna stood there laughing and high-fiving each other I was a nervous wreck standing in the doorway. I killed a man—I think. And I didn't know what to do. How was I going to get my hot ass out of this mess?
“OK, I gotta plan.” Karen's loud-ass mouth brought me out of my trance. At that point I was open to anything, as long as no one pointed the finger at me.
“OK, what is it?” Shanna said while scoping the room out. I'm sure she was looking for something to take, and I could care less. I just wanted to leave.
“Mina, wash him and dry his body off. Fix the sheets around him when you're done. Shanna, go get a trash bag out of the kitchen. It's clean up time.”
“I ain't touchin' his dead ass. You do it!” I yelled at her, still stuck in the doorway. I wasn't about to go nowhere near Black Ron. The next time I would see his ass was at his funeral.
“Bitch, that's your pussy juice all over him. You want the feds to come and get your ass?”
I stood there for a second more before I ran to the bathroom to throw up. I couldn't believe the turn my day had taken, and I knew if nothing else I had to walk away clean. Taking the rag from the sink I used the night before, I soaped it up and went to the room to handle my business. It was hard for me to clean up Ron's dead body, but what else could I do?
I didn't want to get caught so I had to handle my business. In the meantime, Karen had found his stash, along with his jewels and a couple of brand new button-down shirts with the tags still on them. We cleaned as best we could and was out of there in no time.
Back at Karen's crib, she counted the money we took from Ron's while Shanna rolled one of five Dutches and I stared out of the window watching the world pass me by. I couldn't believe the life I was living, and I knew after today things had to change.
I got up and changed into a pair of Karen's sweats, taking the club outfit I wore the night before and throwing it in the garbage. I didn't want anything to remind me of that horrible day. I came back in the living room just in time to get the blunt passed to me. Inhaling deeply, I hoped the effects of the illegal drug would cloud my mind long enough for me to make some sense of what happened. I was scared to death, and even though my girls told me I would be cool, I knew I was waiting for what happened to come around to me.
“So, what do we do now?” I asked Karen and Shanna. The weed started to take effect, and I wanted to enjoy my high as long as possible.
“We wait. I'm sure someone will find his body soon. We just act like we don't know nothing and keep it moving. We got a couple of thousand to spend. So we focus on that.”
I knew Karen was right, but I couldn't help but think about it. I was now sure that it was the Xanex pills that killed Black Ron, but I was the last one seen with him, and that was my biggest fear. For right now, I would do my best not to worry, but like they always say . . . what you do in the dark always comes out in the light.

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