Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago

while Apple stood right next to them, and said, “Yo, we ’bout to be out. Five-O’s actin’ up out here and shit.”
    “A’ight,” Trey said.
    Cross looked at Apple and her friends. “Y’all ridin’ wit’ us?”
    “Of course,” Mesha chimed.
    Apple asked Cross, “Why? You drivin’?”
    Cross chuckled. “You want me to?”
    “It’s whateva. I’ll ride wit’ you.”
    Cross smiled and then uttered, “You’re cute.”
    Apple couldn’t contain her smile. He had spoken to her, and it made Summer Jam the best for her. She wanted to follow Cross and ride with him, but his Range was already packed with his people and a few girls. Apple hated it, but she was fortunate to get a ride back with Trey and Dink in their Escalade that was sitting on 22-inch chrome rims.
    As they jumped on the New Jersey Turnpike, following behind Cross, the liquor continued to flow. Soon, the men became a little horny and frisky. Dink was behind the wheel, with Apple riding shotgun.
    Trey started to feel up Ayesha’s smooth thighs in the backseat as she sat in the middle. Feeling tipsy, Ayesha and Mesha giggled and laughed, and before long, Trey had unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard dick to impress the girls. Ayesha leaned in for the kill and slowly began sucking his dick while the truck did seventy miles per hour on the freeway.
    “Ayesha is buggin’,” Mesha slurred.
    “Damn, nigga! I should’ve let you drive,” Dink uttered, glancing at the action from his rearview mirror.
    Apple just shook her head, knowing she wasn’t about to tag along with Ayesha. When Dink looked at her with a hint in his eyes, she gave him the screw face and said, “I ain’t my homegirl or my sister!”
    With a look of disappointment, Dink replied, “Then maybe ya ass need to ride in the backseat and ya girl need to be up front.”
    “Whateva,” Apple shot back.
    Ayesha continued to suck Trey’s dick, feeling the hard flesh going in and out of her mouth.
    With his hand tangled in her hair, Trey moaned and closed his eyes, loving the way her glossy lips were taking care of him.
    Mesha felt that wild urge between her thighs too. Liquor always made her horny, and the four cups of Henny that she’d downed had her feeling like she was ready to be a porn star—despite having a man at home.
    “Yo, y’all wanna get a room?” Dink mentioned.
    Dink was horny and wanted in on the action too. Ayesha and Mesha looked down for whatever, so he was ready to take full advantage of the young, liquored-up teens and fuck them till dawn came.
    “Y’all do whateva. Just take me home,” Apple stated.
    “Yo, ma, why you actin’ like that?” Dink asked.
    “’Cause I’m tired, a’ight?” Apple was annoyed and slightly embarrassed by the hood-rat behavior of Ayesha.
    “Shit, you may look like your sister, but you ain’t fuckin’ fun like her. I mean, is ya pussy gold-plated?” Dink smirked.
    Apple cut her eyes at him. “You’ll never find out.”
    Dink laughed. “Whateva!”
    A half-hour later, the truck pulled up to the projects, and Apple jumped out, ready to depart ways with everyone. She looked at her friends and asked, “Y’all comin’?”
    Ayesha and Mesha hesitated. Trey had his hand between Ayesha’s thighs, fingering her pussy, and Mesha was ready to jump in the front seat and keep Dink company.
    “Nah, ma, they wanna have a good time tonight,” Dink replied.
    “A’ight, whatever,” Apple said.
    Mesha jumped into the front seat with Dink, and before the truck pulled off, she hollered out the window, “Call me, girl!”
    Apple just kept walking into her building. When she reached the elevator, she ran into Supreme coming out of the stairway. He was alone and eyed Apple with a stare that sent chills down her spine.
    “You gettin’ my money, right?” he asked.
    “I got ya money,” Apple snapped back with attitude.
    Supreme smiled. “Just checkin’ up on you, but you lookin’ nice tonight. I like that.”
    When he