sodas. Billy managed to get his meal down and waved for the check.
“We gon’ fuck when we get home?” Mary asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Nah, I gotta go holla at Byron ‘ndem,” he replied. The ‘ndem he meant was Leroy. Surely the player/pimp/pusher would know what to do.
****
Billy walked into the pool hall and paused. He blinked rapidly to adjust his eyes to the room darkened by smoke and the black hearts of the patrons inside. Between blinks Leroy came into view. As usual he was posted up in his usual booth. It was known as pimp central since it was where he ran his whores from. For once his main whore, who was usually always be his side, was noticeably absent. Since her head wasn’t seen bobbing up and down from under the table Billy assumed she was off with some trick.
“Sup Leroy?’ Billy asked making the greeting sound like a question.
“Me! What’s up with you?” the pimp asked, volleying the question back over to Billy.
“Um… you ever um… you got any kids?” he asked for starters.
“What yo’ mama don’ tol’ you?” Leroy shot back ready to deny whatever she’d said.
“My mama? Nothing. I ain’t asked her,” Billy frowned in confusion. “What would you do if you got a gal pregnant?”
“Me?” the pimp laughed, in the way that a pimp does when a woman tells him that she’s pregnant. He then quickly regained his composure as he began to understand the boy’s dilemma. “Okay, you gotta take a wire hanger, make a lil’ hook, and push it up in her. It’s gon’ stop when it hit the bottom but you gotta keep pushin’. Once it go in some mo’ you gotta scrape it all out. Once the blood start skeetin’ you…”
“I cain’t do that to my… to her!” Billy grimaced at the odious instructions to the barbaric abortion.
“I feel you, must be sweet on the gal. I figured you to be a tender dick nigga. Prob’ly kiss ‘em in the mouth and fuck ‘em face to face.”
Mandy returned in time to catch the lighthearted ribbing. She smile a smile that was devoid of any trace of mirth. Her eyes too had lost the luster of life they once had. She let out a deep loud belch that filled the air with the smell of fresh cum.
“Smells like money!” Leroy laughed while Billy grimaced. On cue Mandy produced a fist full of dollars and handed it over.
That was power too and Billy recognized it. Instead of a collection plate he passed around a whore. Same results because they both came back full of cash.
“Oh, bout yo’ lil problem. Slip the broad a lil turpentine in her soda pop and she’ll drop that load in the toilet,” he explained. “Just a lil though. That shit strong!”
Chapter 14
Lady was a tramp for a fee for most men, but she was always a lady for Mr. Morales. Luckily he only came through town once a year because being a tramp paid the bills. The businessman, from Trinidad, always made sure to coordinate his trip to coincide with her birthday.
Every year he would treat her to a night out on the town for dinner, dancing, and mediocre sex in a five star hotel. Preparation for the big night began a week in advance. Lady would close her legs to all regular traffic from her regulars. Mr. ‘Take Yo’ Time’ got to take his time one last time before the visit.
The day before the visit she would go downtown to Selma’s to get a wash and curl. She made sure to dress up for the occasion, knowing that she was a regular topic of conversation at the shop. A number of women had to skip their weekly appointment because their man had spent the money with Lady.
“Mary, I want my kitchen clean ‘fo I get back. And when I get back you gon’ tell me which one of these niggas put that baby in you!’ Lady barked. However, the threat had no bite since she wasn’t going to do anything. Not to mention that the truth was worse than whatever she could do anyway.
“See you later, Mama,” Billy said and tried to hurry and duck into his room.
“Un uh! You got Junior Pastor
“We gon’ fuck when we get home?” Mary asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Nah, I gotta go holla at Byron ‘ndem,” he replied. The ‘ndem he meant was Leroy. Surely the player/pimp/pusher would know what to do.
****
Billy walked into the pool hall and paused. He blinked rapidly to adjust his eyes to the room darkened by smoke and the black hearts of the patrons inside. Between blinks Leroy came into view. As usual he was posted up in his usual booth. It was known as pimp central since it was where he ran his whores from. For once his main whore, who was usually always be his side, was noticeably absent. Since her head wasn’t seen bobbing up and down from under the table Billy assumed she was off with some trick.
“Sup Leroy?’ Billy asked making the greeting sound like a question.
“Me! What’s up with you?” the pimp asked, volleying the question back over to Billy.
“Um… you ever um… you got any kids?” he asked for starters.
“What yo’ mama don’ tol’ you?” Leroy shot back ready to deny whatever she’d said.
“My mama? Nothing. I ain’t asked her,” Billy frowned in confusion. “What would you do if you got a gal pregnant?”
“Me?” the pimp laughed, in the way that a pimp does when a woman tells him that she’s pregnant. He then quickly regained his composure as he began to understand the boy’s dilemma. “Okay, you gotta take a wire hanger, make a lil’ hook, and push it up in her. It’s gon’ stop when it hit the bottom but you gotta keep pushin’. Once it go in some mo’ you gotta scrape it all out. Once the blood start skeetin’ you…”
“I cain’t do that to my… to her!” Billy grimaced at the odious instructions to the barbaric abortion.
“I feel you, must be sweet on the gal. I figured you to be a tender dick nigga. Prob’ly kiss ‘em in the mouth and fuck ‘em face to face.”
Mandy returned in time to catch the lighthearted ribbing. She smile a smile that was devoid of any trace of mirth. Her eyes too had lost the luster of life they once had. She let out a deep loud belch that filled the air with the smell of fresh cum.
“Smells like money!” Leroy laughed while Billy grimaced. On cue Mandy produced a fist full of dollars and handed it over.
That was power too and Billy recognized it. Instead of a collection plate he passed around a whore. Same results because they both came back full of cash.
“Oh, bout yo’ lil problem. Slip the broad a lil turpentine in her soda pop and she’ll drop that load in the toilet,” he explained. “Just a lil though. That shit strong!”
Chapter 14
Lady was a tramp for a fee for most men, but she was always a lady for Mr. Morales. Luckily he only came through town once a year because being a tramp paid the bills. The businessman, from Trinidad, always made sure to coordinate his trip to coincide with her birthday.
Every year he would treat her to a night out on the town for dinner, dancing, and mediocre sex in a five star hotel. Preparation for the big night began a week in advance. Lady would close her legs to all regular traffic from her regulars. Mr. ‘Take Yo’ Time’ got to take his time one last time before the visit.
The day before the visit she would go downtown to Selma’s to get a wash and curl. She made sure to dress up for the occasion, knowing that she was a regular topic of conversation at the shop. A number of women had to skip their weekly appointment because their man had spent the money with Lady.
“Mary, I want my kitchen clean ‘fo I get back. And when I get back you gon’ tell me which one of these niggas put that baby in you!’ Lady barked. However, the threat had no bite since she wasn’t going to do anything. Not to mention that the truth was worse than whatever she could do anyway.
“See you later, Mama,” Billy said and tried to hurry and duck into his room.
“Un uh! You got Junior Pastor
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