Love in the Trap Page 4

  At first, Mia didn’t answer me. She just stood there looking at me with her mouth hanging wide open. When I looked down to see what had her attention, I smirked at my morning wood that was making a slight tent in my baller shorts. I was shirtless and my body was buffer than a motherfucker. I still had my football player’s physique because I made it my business to stay in shape by working out daily.

  “You gon’ cook them eggs or nah?” I laughed.

  “Shut up! Go put some clothes on; you ain’t fine.” She sucked her teeth.

  “Yeah, that’s what your mouth say, but your eyes was fucking a nigga real hard.”

  “Boy bye.” She laughed, throwing a biscuit at me, which I caught in mid air. I ate it, causing her to roll her eyes.

  I took a seat on one of the bar stools and watched her sexy ass walk through the kitchen with grace. I swear she was the complete package; she was sexy as fuck, with a bad shape, and smart. She had that grandma type cooking skills, and she was on her shit. I watched her as she pulled two rectangular black and red plates from the cupboard and filled them him home-style potatoes, bacon, ham, sausage, cheese grits, eggs, and honey biscuits. Lil mama definitely did her thang and my stomach was anticipating every bit of food she placed in front of me.

  “Where did you learn how to cook like this?”

  “When my mom used to love me, we use to cook together a lot. Then I started watching the cooking channel and YouTube. That’s where I got majority of my skills,” she said, before placing a spoon filled with eggs and grits in her mouth.

  “Chill, ma, ya moms still love ya; she just allowing her addiction to take over her,” I replied.

  “Yeah, ok.” She sucked her teeth.

  “Fix ya face before I mash ya ass in it,” I snapped, I wasn’t really for the disrespect, so she had to cool off on all that.

  “You ain’t gon do shit.” She smirked.

  “Iight,” was my warning.

  “If we gon’ get this money together, you gotta tighten up,” I said.

  “So, you in?” she smiled.

  “Yeah, we good, but check me out. This is how it’s gon’ go down. One, we ain’t doing dirt in the hood we lay in. Two, we never hit the same hood twice,” I said, taking a sip of my orange juice.

  “How you gon’ find these niggas?” she asked.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  “I hope you don’t think standing in some damn alley gon’ help you get close to the real niggas that’s eating,” she said.

  “I told you I got it, damn! Worry about your part and let me do my job,” I said, getting up and walking towards her room.

  I grabbed my duffle bag then went to the bathroom to handle my hygiene. When I was done, I walked in the room to Mia on the phone with some chick she referred to as Shanie. I could feel her eyes burning holes in me as I grabbed my shoes and placed my bag back in the closet.

  “Where you going?” she asked.

  “Mind ya business,” I replied.

  “Fuck you then.” She sucked her teeth. “Shanie, girl let me call you back.”

  “I don’t know why you got off the phone fo’. Ain’t like I’m about to sit up in this bitch and run down my day to ya.”

  “You so fucking rude.” She rolled her eyes.

  “Keep rolling them damn eyes at me and I’mma pluck them motherfuckers from ya eye socket.”

  “When you coming back?”

  “In a few. I’m out,” I said, walking out the room. The way she was pouting them full lips was cute as fuck.

  The first thing I did was head to the barbershop to get a haircut. I was trying to hit the club later on that night to scope out a few niggas, so I had to look on point. Since I didn’t want to cut off all my hair, I had the Arab dude cut it into a low fade and had him line up my facial hair. The full beard I grew had a nigga on his grown and sexy type shit, so I decided to keep it.

  After cutting my hair, I walked to the T-Mobile and was able to grab me an iPhone 6. After activating my phone, I went to the Wendy’s that was next door to browse through Craigslist for a car. If I was going to be on the scene, I had to have me a lil slider to bend the corners in. Once I spotted a 06’ Chevy Impala for twenty-five hundred dollars, I hit up the broad and jumped on three buses to meet her.

  “Why you selling this car?” I asked, as I test drove it.

  “This was my son’s car through high school. When he graduated, we got him a new car,” she said, eyeing me.

  “Oh cool, iight, I’ll take it,” I said, pulling back into the driveway.

  “You know, we’re not really that hard up for the money. I just want to get rid of the car.” She licked her lips.

  “What the fuck you mean?” I asked, looking at her sideways.

  “I mean we can make arrangements that could benefit us both.”

  “I don’t do riddles, come out with it.”

  “I see that print in your pants and I was wondering if it was real. If so, it’s my fantasy to get fucked by a big, black cock. I’m willing to give you this car and pay for your services if that’s what it’ll take.”

  “You mean to tell me you tryna buy this dick?” I asked, grabbing my dick through my shorts.

  “Yes.”

  I wanted to slap her white ass, but then the more I thought about it, that shit didn’t sound too bad. I could get away with this car for free and get a few more bands from her to add to what I already had. I was a hustla and if it meant catching a nut to get some bread, I was all for it. Besides, her little white ass had a lil shape on her. She wasn’t the best looking chick, but she wasn’t ugly either.

  “Well, suck this dick then,” I said, removing my shorts to reveal my python.

  “Oh, God!” She gasped before making her mouth super wet and slobbing down my dick.

  “Oh, shit.” I jumped when I felt the back of her throat tickle the head of my dick. This lady was a beast when it came to rocking the mic. She was making all types of sound effects as she gave me the sloppiest head ever.

  “Mmmh, daddy nut on my face,” she said, while licking on the tip of my dick.

  She then swallowed my shit and started squeezing the life out of it with her throat. She even fucked around and was sucking on my balls with my dick buried deep down her throat. This white freak was giving me the best head I’ve ever experienced.

  When I felt myself on the verge of cumming, I pulled my dick out and nutted all over her face. Since it’s been a minute since I had some play, I was busting buckets of cum on her face. She used her fingers to smear some of the cum on my dick and she sucked that shit back up.

  “You got a condom?” I asked her.

  “Follow me in the house,” she said, removing her shirt to wipe the cum off her face.

  I allowed her to walk in the house first, before I followed behind her. When I walked through the door, her pale body was bare as she played in her pussy. This wasn’t my first time blowing the back out of a white hoe, so I already knew how freaky they ass could get. I grabbed the box of condoms that was sitting on the table and tore it open. Her freaky ass wasted no time jumping on my dick and riding that shit reverse cowboy.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh…this dick is sooooooo bigggggggg!!!” she cried out, as she bounced up and down my pole.

  “Uh huh, ride that shit.” I groaned, tightening my grip around her waist. Her pussy was so wet and tight and that shit was feeling real good.

  That white bitch was filled with stamina. For three hours straight, she was begging for me to fuck her in every hole on her body. A nigga was drained since it had been a minute. I had to go so hard in the bedroom. When we finally finished, I rolled a blunt and smoked that shit in her house, not even asking if it was ok.

  “Aye, I need to wash up,” I said, blowing smoke her way.

  “You can use the bathroom down the hall. I believe you’re the same size as my son. He has some things here you can change into.”

  “I ain’t wearin
g no other niggas sweaty draws.” I snapped.

  “Why would I give you sweaty clothes? The clothes are brand new with tags on them,” she said.

  I made sure to take all the used condoms with me and flush them one by one. I then made sure the water was boiling hot before I got in and washed the smell of sex off my skin. When I was done, I stepped out of the stand-in shower and admired the bathroom. It was spacious and neatly decorated with expensive paintings, towels, and rugs. A faint knock on the door interrupted me from snooping around.

  “Come in,” I called out.

  “Here are the clothes. I hope they fit,” she said, handing me everything from a wife beater down to a brand new pair of brown loafers.

  “Good looking out,” I said, dropping my towel and getting dressed. I could tell by the look in her eyes she wanted more dick, but I had moves to make.

  The brown Polo shirt, tan cargos, and loafers fit me perfectly. She even gave me two diamond studs to put in my ears to replace the fake gold ones I wore. With a few sprays of her husband’s Tom Ford cologne, a nigga was on his fresh shit. No one could tell that just the other day I was homeless and sleeping in a pissy alley on my duffle bags.

  “Here you go,” she said, handing me some money and her business card.

  “You got all this money? Why your son driving a 06’ Impala?” I curiously asked.

  “In high school, he had a love for old cars. He had a collection that we just got around to getting rid of,” she replied.

  “Cool. Iight, well, I’m out.”

  “Thank you for the amazing time and I hope to see you soon.” She winked, smacking me on the ass.

  I wanted to yoke her ass up for that shit, but I decided to let it ride. Just as I was pulling out of her driveway, her husband was pulling in. I hit him with a few honks from my horn before zooming down the street.

  I lucked the fuck up with this car. It drove smooth and the young nigga that owned it tricked it the fuck out. The paint was smooth, the inside was clean and the speakers on that motherfucker went hard. I blasted Lil Boosie while I smoked on my joint and headed to the mall.

  After parking my car, I sat in the garage finishing my blunt and counting the money snow bunny gave me.

  “This bitch is out of her mind.” I chuckled, as I counted forty-five hundred dollars.

  I pulled out the piece of paper and programmed her number in my phone. If that bitch was paying me like this to fuck her and the pussy was good, I was gon’ get up with her real soon. Next time I fucked with that Lucy broad, I was gonna make her trick off major money for this dick.

  The stares from these bitches was something serious as I walked through the mall. Some of them were even bold enough to step to a nigga and spit game. I took a few numbers here and there, but for the most part I focused on copping some new threads.

  As I walked in and out of the stores, I revamped my whole wardrobe. I made sure to buy everything from t-shirts down to black and white socks. Snooping through Mia’s room was very beneficial because I was able to learn her size and buy her a few things. Little mama wasn’t even my girl, but she had me blowing money on her with ease. After copping her some dark brown Timberland wedges that matched my boots, I ended my shopping trip and headed to Mia’s house.

  When I pulled up on the block, Mia was posted on the block with some young nigga all in her ear. Instead of cock-blocking, I grabbed my things out the car and carried them in the house, without speaking a word. When I finished, I sat on the floor and started rolling me a blunt.

  “You so damn rude,” she snapped, walking in the room.

  “How you figure?” I asked, with a raised brow.

  “How the fuck you walk past me and don’t say shit?” she quizzed.

  “I ain’t gon’ keep warning you about your mouth, man. Them bags on the bed for you.”

  “You bought me something?” she asked, softening up.

  “Yup.”

  “You bought that car too?”

  “Something like that.”

  What you mean?” She asked.

  “Stop asking so many damn questions!” I snapped, sealing my blunt close.

  “Thanks for the clothes, this shit go hard.” She beamed, laying the different outfits on her bed.

  “It’s all love,” I replied.

  “Check me, when you turn eighteen?” I asked her.

  “In three more months.”

  “When that times come and yo OG still tripping on ya, you can come stay with me. I’m putting shit together so that I can cop a two-bedroom apartment,” I said.

  The fact that I have Lucy on my team, willing to do anything for the D, I was sure I could have her sign a lease for me. If I fucked her right, she might even fuck around and pay my move in fee and pay up the rent for a few months for me. I was going to make use of her freak ass now that I knew she was paid.

  “I’mma hold you to that. Oh, my God, you cut your hair!!!!” She said, rubbing her hands through what was left of my hair. “I guess you fine.”

  “You been knew a nigga was sexy as fuck!” I laughed.

  “Don’t get big-headed, but you look good.”

  “You smoking with me or what?”

  “I’m smoking.”

  “Don’t get too high. I got a taste for cubed steak with gravy, white rice, and corn bread.”

  “Why you telling me this for?”

  “So you can cook that shit. Whatchu mean?” I said, passing her the blunt.

  “Greedy ass.” She laughed, taking a few tokes then passing it back to me.

  “You know how to drive?”

  “Yeah, I got my L’s. You gon let me whip ya car?”

  “Sometimes, cuz a nigga hate driving.” I chuckled, feeling the affects of the drug.

  Once we were done smoking, I gave her a couple dollars and my car keys to grab the things she needed to cook my dinner. Instead of lying on the floor, I stripped down to my tank top and boxers and got in her bed. I played with my phone for a little bit, trying to get it, before drifting off to sleep.

  Mia

  “That will be forty-four dollars,” the lady in the front office said.

  I fished through my Gucci bag until I was able to produce a fifty-dollar bill that I handed to her with a smile. It’s been ten days since Romeo came into my life and changed shit up for the better. As bad as I wanted to, we still wasn’t fucking, or doing anything romantic for that matter. Things between us were strictly business. Since we decided to work with each other, we were able to score some come-ups off of five different niggas, blessing my bank account with some mad commas.

  “Here is your change my dear and congratulations Panther!!” The lady smiled, handing me my money and receipt.

  “Thank you.” I smiled, walking away.

  It felt good to be graduating high school in a few months and being able to pay for the things I needed. I wasn’t hard-up on going to prom because I didn’t really fuck with anybody except Shanie, but walking the stage was a must for me. I didn’t graduate at the top of my class, but I did graduate with three honors and a superb GPA, landing me a bunch of different scholarships.

  “You ready to go?” I asked Shanie.

  “Yes, let me grab my English book out my locker. I can’t believe this bitch actually gave us homework.” Shanie rolled her eyes.

  “Yes, Mrs. Davis be doing the most,” I agreed.

  As Shanie and I walked down the halls, we turned heads from every direction. Shanie was putting on a little weight that was looking good on her. She now had a job at the call center and all she did was sit down on the phone and eat. Her face was now clearing up due to the medication her dermatologist gave her. Since she had a good paying job, she was now able to afford to help her mom and take care of herself. Whenever she fell short, I was there to help her out, because that was just the type of friend I was.

  “Girl, why is Jerimih over there looking at you all crazy?” Shanie asked.

 
; “Shit, hell if I know.” I smirked, switching my ass real hard in my high waist, maxi skirt. I didn’t have no panties on so that ass action was real.

  We laughed and talked about the latest gossip at the school house as we headed to my car. Since money was good, Romeo got me an all white 2015 Chevy Impala. I wasn’t sure why he gave me the new car instead of passing me his old one, but I accepted it. Either way, a car was a car and it beat riding the city bus.

  “We going out tonight right?” Shanie asked.

  “Hmmm, I don’t know.” I shrugged.

  “Come on. Stop living the boring woman life and live a little. I’m off tomorrow, so we need to be turning up tonight,” she said, twerking her ass in the passenger’s seat.

  “Girl, I ain’t taking no for an answer. We going to the club tonight.”

  “How am I going to get in a club? You’re eighteen, but did you forget my ass was still a child according to the state?”

  “I got you covered,” she said, pulling out a fake ID from her purse and dropping it in my lap. Everything about the ID was fake, except my picture.

  “How the fuck did you get this?” I asked.

  “My cousin is a motherfucking genius. His ass be getting paid big bucks to do this shit for all the white kids.”

  “You a fucking fool.” I laughed.

  “Yup, sholl is, and we stepping out tonight. That direct deposit done hit so we might as well head to the mall,” she said, blasting French Montana’s Mosses.

  In the mall, we fucked up the stores. This was Shanie’s paycheck, which she worked twenty hours of overtime, so she was able to splurge. I paid no mind to the price tags as I snatched clothes up. I was able to steal a few of our items too, but for the most part we ended up spending five hundred dollars each.

  “Romeo be looking out for you. He gives you money to spend, he shacking up at your house, and he got you a car. Now, you expect me to believe that y’all ain’t fucking,” she asked.

  “We not,” I honestly replied.

  “So, you telling me that Romeo’s extra fine ass, could be Reggie Bush’s twin ass, getting money ass, is giving you shit with no strings attached?”

  “Yup.”

  “I don’t believe it.”