Prince of the City (11 page)

“I just dozed off for a minute listening to your CD. Next thing I hear is someone coming in the door.”

Peaches giggled while Linda looked at Malik like he was crazy. “Boy, your ass ain't doze off. You were just high as a muthafucka in here. Stuck like Chuck,” Linda said as she and Peaches cracked up laughing.

“That must have been some good-ass weed, Malik. You got some more?” Peaches asked.

“Nah, I got it from my favorite aunt.”

“What you mean, your favorite aunt? Boy, I'm your only aunt.”

“And you're the only aunt I'ma ever love.”

“See, you been 'round Buttons too long. Always know what to say at the right time. Go in my room, Peaches. There should be something on my nightstand if Smokey here ain't punish it all.”

As Peaches went into the bedroom, Malik watched her every move. He'd always adored Peaches. She was the baddest bitch he knew. Short, stacked like a stallion with long hair and thick-ass lips. Her skin tone was high yellow, which earned her the nickname Peaches. Since Linda gave China to Buttons, Peaches was the only ho left on her team.

Whenever Linda brought her around, Malik would always throw hints at her.

“Damn, Peaches, when you gonna get with a young nigga like myself?”

“Malik, you ain't ready for this yet. But when you get ready, I'll be here to give it to your lil fine ass, free of charge.”

Peaches was nineteen, but carried herself like a vet. She was Linda's protégé. Linda gave her the game when she was sixteen, and Peaches never looked back. At nineteen, Peaches owned a Lexus ES, a condominium on New Jersey Avenue, and a wardrobe made up of all the top designers. Her plan was to save enough money so that by the time she turned twenty-one, she could go to school for business management and open a nail and hair salon.

When Peaches went into the back, Linda pulled out a small, gift-wrapped box and handed it to Malik.

“Here, boy.”

“What's this?”

“It's your other present, but don't open it now. Wait till I leave.”

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta see Sonny James and try to get you that connect.”

At that, Malik remembered he was supposed to meet Louie. “Oh shit!” he said, checking his pager. Louie had paged him about ten times waiting on Malik to pick up his last ounce of blow.

“What happened?” Linda said.

Malik looked at the digital clock on top of the TV. He had paged Louie the night before and told him he needed to re-up. Louie was reluctant to sell to him because it was his last ounce, but after Malik put the talk game down and stroked his ego, Louie easily gave in to the fifteen-year-old slickster.

“I was supposed to meet Louie at eleven o'clock to cop an ounce. He probably been looking for me all day.”

“Well, it's almost one o'clock now. Don't you think you're a little too late? Besides, you don't need to spend your money on that bullshit anyway. You're about to meet a real connect. In a minute, you'll be the one serving ounces to Louie.”

Malik smiled at the thought of having a good connect. “Yeah, you're right, Aunt Linda. Louie probably gave it to one of his workers by now anyway.”

“Good then. Now you can stay here and enjoy your present.”

“What is it?”

“Don't open it yet, Malik. Wait till I leave. I'm sure you're gonna like it.”

Linda went into the room with Peaches and smoked a joint. Then she came out and headed for the door.

“Malik, Peaches is gonna stay here while I'm gone. I should be back within an hour or so.”

“Okay.”

“See you later. And don't open that box until I'm all the way gone.”

“A'ight, I got you.”

Malik watched Linda make her exit and then he got up to check out his present.

 

* * * * * * *

As Louie paced up and down Seventh Street for almost two hours, while looking at his watch and turning down his workers, his frustration built toward Malik.

“Man, where in the fuck is this lil nigga at?” he said to himself. Louie then called over to one of his loyal dope fiends who was working the block and asked in an angry tone, “Hey Booga, have you seen Malik?"Hey Booga, have you seen Malik?”

“Nah, Louie, not yet. He told me last night to be here at eleven o'clock. I don't know where he at. Shit, I hope nothing happened to him.”

“Nah, ain't nothing happened to him. His lil ass just think a nigga is supposed to wait. Look here.When you see him, tell him I said he missed out. And the next time he do something like this, I'm a smack the living shit outta him.”

“A'ight, I'll tell him.”

Louie headed down to the end of Seventh and T where his 735i BMW was parked. When he got within five feet of his car, three unmarked cars pulled up and detectives jumped out. The main detective on the jump-out squad was Cowboy, who pointed his 9-millimeter directly in Louie's face.

“Go ahead, nigga! Try and run so I can bust a cap in your ass.”

Louie thought for a second. He knew Cowboy wasn't bullshitting. Cowboy always wanted to get Louie, but could never catch him. Louie was too smart for Cowboy. He knew the days and times Cowboy worked, and he made sure that from noon until eight on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he was nowhere near Seventh and T. Today, for his young protégé, Malik, Louie figured he could serve Malik before Cowboy's shift, and then roll out until later that day. Unfortunately, Malik never showed and now Louie was caught.

“Get your ass on the ground!”

Louie did what Cowboy commanded.

“You got anything in your pockets?”

When Louie didn't answer, Cowboy searched him and found the ounce of dope, a fully loaded Glock 9-millimeter, and a fat-ass knot of Ben Franklins.

 

 

Chapter 14

-WHAT A BIRTHDAY-

 

 

bout five minutes after Linda left, Peaches yelled for Malik from the back.

“Hey, Malik?”

“Yeah, what's up?” he said loud enough for her to hear.

“Come here for a second. I need you to help me with something. And bring your gift.”

Malik picked up the gift-wrapped box and went into the bedroom. His eyes lit up at the sight of Peaches's naked body. “Got damn, Peaches! You phat as a muthafucka.”

Peaches's body was perfect. Flawless skin, erect nipples, and her pussy was neatly shaved. Her ass looked as smooth as silk. She stood there completely naked except the red pumps donning her feet. They made her look like a centerfold model torn directly out of the pages of Playboy magazine.

“Go 'head, Malik. Open your present,” Peaches stated.

Malik opened his gift and smiled at the box of Trojan rubbers.

“Happy birthday, Malik. Are you ready for your present?” she asked, posing.

“I've been ready a long time.”

“Good then, I guess you won't be needing this robe no more.” Peaches gently untied Malik's robe, pulled it off, and kneeled down to place his long, swollen dick inside her wet, warm mouth. She didn't bother to use a condom like she'd done with her tricks. This was something special, something she always wanted, and she knew that when the time presented itself that she was going to give Malik her all. Peaches started sucking Malik's dick like the pro that she was. She sucked and jerked at the same time while licking up and down from his balls back to the head.

Although Malik wasn't a virgin, he'd never gotten his dick sucked as well as Peaches was sucking it. She then placed him on the bed and continued to suck his dick while playing with her pussy at the same time.

“Damn Malik, if I would've known you was this healthy, I would've given you some a long time ago.”

Malik didn't say a word. He just sat back and enjoyed the ride. It was a totally new experience for him. Peaches was freaking him out. She moaned as if sucking his dick was giving them both the same pleasure. Malik couldn't hold back anymore. The feeling of getting his dick sucked so well excited him even more.

“Damn Peaches, that feels good.”

“I know, baby, and it's all for you. I'm your bitch for today, and you can do whatever you want to me.” Peaches continued sucking while Malik played with her pussy, fingering her and rubbing her clit. He noticed the more he rubbed her clit, the more she moaned. Her body moved to the rhythm of his fingers until she couldn't take it anymore.

“Daddy, fuck me please. Please, daddy. I want this big, long dick in my pussy. Come on, daddy, fuck me.”

Malik pulled Peaches on top while she eagerly grabbed his dick and guided it into her pussy. She eased down the shaft of his dick slowly, taking in every inch and adjusting to his size. “Oh my God, daddy! This dick is so big.” Peaches moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit up against Malik's pubic hairs to cause friction. Malik had one hand on her ass and the other caressing her tits. Their rhythm became one as they moved back and forth, up and down. The faster they fucked, the louder Peaches cried. “Oh my God, daddy! Damn, this dick is good. Oh yes, daddy. Fuck me, daddy. You feel so good in this pussy. You can get this pussy anytime you want. Damn! Oh my God!”

The louder her moans became, the more Malik grabbed her ass, pulling her up and down on his dick. “Oh shit, daddy! I'm about to come, daddy. I'm about to come. Come with me, daddy. Oh, yes! Oh yes . . . yes . . . yes!”

As Peaches came all over Malik's dick, he came simultaneously.

“Damn, daddy, I can feel your dick pulsating in this pussy.”

After they both finished coming, Peaches lay on Malik's chest and caressed his nipples. “Damn Malik, that was so good. Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

“I wanted to do this to you for a long time.”

“Boy, if I would've known it was like this, I would've been gave it to you.”

“Well, now you know,” Malik replied, and then got up and put on another rubber. “Now get up and turn around. I want to hit it doggie style.”

“Malik, be easy with this.”

“Shut up, bitch, and do what I say!”

“Okay, daddy.”

Malik slid his dick in Peaches's wet pussy, and within seconds, Peaches screamed out a long, loud cry. “Oohhh daddy, that hurts.”

Malik started fucking her faster. “Shut up bitch and take this dick.”

“Okay daddy. I'm a take it.”

As Malik pounded her pussy, their rhythm became one again. Peaches's pussy was so wet the juices were dripping off Malik's balls.

“Oh yes, daddy, that's right. Pound this pussy. That's right, daddy. I'm your bitch. Now fuck this pussy.” Peaches spread her cheeks apart as wide as she could. “You see that, daddy? You see that big dick going in and out of this pussy?”

Malik continued pounding harder and faster.

“That's right, daddy. Oooh, fuck me. Fuck this pussy. This is your pussy, daddy. Fuck me. I'm your bitch.”

The harder Malik fucked, the more Peaches backed her ass up on his dick, taking in every inch.

“Oh daddy, what are you doing? Why are you fucking me like this? Damn, it feels so good, daddy. You're fucking the hell outta me. Can you fuck me all the time? Please, daddy . . .” At the sound of Peaches asking him to fuck her all the time, Malik pounded so hard that he exploded again just as Peaches did. Spent, Malik lay on his back as his chest quickly rose and fell with each breath. Peaches lay beside him and wrapped her arms around Malik, holding him close.

“Malik. Listen, and please don't take this the wrong way. I wanna be your girl, not just because you fucked me good, but because I see something in you I don't normally see in other niggas.”

Amazed by her comments, Malik turned his head to face Peaches. He seemed confused because she never showed these type of actions in anyway other than the occasional flirt. “What you tryna say, Peaches?” he asked, almost laughing.

“Look. I'm tryna get my shit together, and the only way I'ma be able to get out these streets is by the will of a man. I mean, I can do this shit on my own, but I need a man to push me to my limits.”

Malik hunched his shoulders, still in disbelief. “Peaches I just turned fifteen, and you telling me you need a man. Come on, boo stop the games.” Malik chuckled and sat up on the bed.

“I'm only three years older. Ain't much difference. And besides, you know the saying, age ain't nuthin' but a number,” Peaches responded. But this time there was something different in her delievery. It seemed more sincere, and Malik noticed when he saw the tears developing in her eyes.

Malik wiped away her tears. “Now Peaches, how am I supposed to make a ho into a housewife?”

“I'll do whatever you want. You and I can even go into business together.”

“What! I ain't no pimp. I don't need a bitch to make my money. I make my own bank. Besides, Linda would whip your ass if she heard what you were saying.”

“Fuck that. Linda don't run me. I'm my own bitch. We just do business together. For you, I'm willing to stop, even if it costs me my life. Malik, you don't understand. I need you. I need a nigga with that Boss potential.”

Malik looked at Peaches as if she was crazy. This shit was confusing him. All he did was fuck her good, and now she wanted him to save her life.

“C'mon, Peaches. That weed got you trippin'.”

“I ain't trippin'. You just don't know that if you throw me away, you'll be missing out on a good bitch, and a loyal bitch at that.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just put your clothes back on. Linda should be coming back anyway.” Peaches put on her clothes, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

When Linda returned, she didn't use her key. Instead, she knocked to make sure they were finished.

“That's Linda now. Wipe them tears, girl.”

“Shut up, Malik. You make me sick.”

“Damn, just a minute ago you wanted me to take you away from this shit,” he said while shaking his head as he went to open the door.