A Few Pages from the Street Lit Hit Thicker Than Water By Takerra Allen!
... ..The girls headed for the city bumping the new Beyonce while every group of dudes they passed tried to get them to stop. Kim turned down the music.
"Yo Tatum, stop over there so I can get some bud."
Tatum smiled at her crazy friend, and made a left turn, pulling up to the corner where all the hustlas were out.
"Kim hurry up." Sasha whined, ready to go.
"Sash, shut it up! Anyway, aint that ol' boy?"
"O yeah," chimed Tatum, jokingly, "that is Chauncey, looking all good."
Tatum was just messing with Sasha. Tatum looked in the rearview to catch Sasha's reaction but caught Neli with a crazy look on her face. She seemed nervous and Tatum wanted to know why.Kim hopped out of the car and strutted over to Shoty, the dude that always had the haze. Kim didn't know if they called him Shoty because he smoked so much, or because he was always letting off his gun, or maybe it was because his sexy ass liked to give chicks back shots. Either way Kim was going to find out, he had just copped a new Audi and Kim was trying to get a piece of the pie, and if you didn't know it now ya do, dudes had to pay to lay. Kim's felt as if her pussy was too good to be free.
"Sasha, run in the store please and get me some Big Red." Tatum asked, knowing Sasha was dying for a reason to get out the car and show Chauncey how good she looked. She also wanted to talk to Neli about that screw face look she had on.
"I'll go." Neli blurted out, a little too excited.
"No, I got it." Sasha shot back, noticing Neli's eagerness and catching Tatum's hint. Sasha gave Tatum a smile and stepped out the car slowly showing nothing but legs.
"God damn." "Shit!" That's all you could hear from the group of thugs outside of the bodega. Sasha glanced over at Chauncey who sat with his door opened and one leg out of his 750Li BMW. He was still the most lickable chocolate man she'd ever seen and she still loved him very much. Chauncey spoke on his cell phone with a serious look on his face and glanced up at Sasha as she walked into the store. Sasha didn't catch that glance.She stared around the store, trying to buy time and not really wanting to walk back out alone.
"Can I have two packs of Big Red?" She finally asked, catching the Mexican guy behind the counter staring at her breasts. Just as she turned to walk out she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and there were two ugly, rough-looking drunk guys.
"Get off of me!" Sasha screamed pushing them and trying to get by, but they were all up on her.
"Let me do some things to you ma." One of them said, a little too close for comfort.
"Yo Black, get the fuck off her! Now, mothafucka!"
Sasha immediately recognized that voice. That voice was one that spoke with so much authority, reminding her of her daddy. The men eased up immediately and their smiles faded to innocent looks. They obviously had no clue. Everyone else knew that Sasha was Chauncey's and nobody messed with her. Everyone looked out for her; they knew she was the only woman that he ever loved.
"I can take care of myself." Sasha snapped storming past him.
"It don't look like that to me, and what the fuck you got on anyway, out here on the Ave with Kim, huh?" Chauncey asked, demanding an answer.
"I got on what a single girl going to club to get a nigga would have on." Sasha responded turning on her heels with her hand on her hip and staring him dead in the eye, but on the inside she was shivering.Chauncey paused for a minute and just smiled at her, he knew he still had her.
"Well be good kid, go find that nigga." He smiled, turned to walk away, and got in his car, where some girl was now sitting in his passenger seat. Sasha could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she hurried back to the truck, and remained quiet throughout the entire ride.
When they finally arrived at the club everybody was in a completely different mood. Tatum was relaxed and nonchalant, Kim was high, Neli was amped and ready to meet some dudes, and Sasha was in a zone thinking about Chauncey. They got out of the car and the breeze in the summer's air greeted them, kissing their beautiful faces and introducing them to the city.
The club was packed, and from the moment they flashed their ID's, Kim's fake of course, all the guys, even the ballers, were going crazy trying to get any one of their attention.
"I definitely need some drinks!" Kim screamed over a dirty south track telling all of the females to shake it like a saltshaker. The other three girls headed over by the VIP. Everyone knew the drill, if it was a night like tonight and the VIP was booked, hang out by the VIP until one of the clown ass niggas invited them in there, and then they would totally ignore him and use him for his drinks.
"Tatum, do you know who that was in Chauncey's car?" Sasha asked, speaking for the first time since they entered the club.
"Get over him." was Tatum's blunt answer.
"I am." Sasha lied. "But who was it?"
Tatum just rolled her eyes and took the drink that Kim handed her.
"What's this?" Tatum asked, smelling the concoction.
"Grey Goose and cranberry, courtesy of the lame by the bar with the braids."
The girls all took their drinks, raised them in the air, smiled at the lame, and drank them down.
"Tasha." Neli whispered in Sasha's ear.
"Girl you drunk already? My name is Sasha."
"No. Tasha is Chauncey's new girl." Neli responded.
"Tasha from Eastwick?!" Sasha shouted hurt, upset, and surprised all in one. Then she turned to Tatum."Tatum, Tasha from Eastwick?!"Tatum shot Neli a look that could've killed. She didn't understand why Neli felt it necessary to tell Sasha that.
"What about Tasha?" Kim asked completely gone and already downing her second drink.
"That's Chauncey's new girl. It's only been a week!" Sasha screamed over the loud music, hurt and mad as hell simultaneously.
"That is not Chauncey's girl and Tasha's a fucking slut!" Tatum added, knowing damn well Chauncey would not even play himself by stepping out with a bird like Tasha.
"Tasha's a fucking jump-off!" Kim added as if she wasn't the same.
"Don't worry about her Sash." Tatum reassured her, ending the discussion as she grabbed Sasha's hand and pulled her on the dance floor. Jay-Z's "Excuse Me Miss" was playing and that was Sasha's song. Neli wore a smirk that read 'I'm satisfied'. The girls danced all night and laughed and drank up the bar and danced some more, until their feet were sore and it was time to go.
Everyone started clearing out of the club due to serious overcrowding. All four girls tired and drunk, some more than others, stumbled out of the club laughing at some cornball dude that tried to get a ride home with them. Tatum handed the valet her stub for the truck, and as she glanced around the crowd, she caught eyes with the sexiest man she's ever seen. She quickly looked away seeming uninterested.
Just in that second of a glance though, Tatum had seen it all. He was brown skinned with shoulder length dreads pulled back into a ponytail. He looked Jamaican. He looked important.
"Damn girl, that nigga look like somebody from Shottas!" Kim screamed drunkenly. The other girls looked to see but Tatum knew exactly who she was talking about.
"Kim stop being so damn loud." Tatum demanded in an irate whisper. Kim snapped back with her drunken slur.
"But the nigga look good as hell. If the nigga look good, Imma say he look good, If he look like the nigga from Shottas, Imma say he look like the mothafuckin nigga from Shottas!"
"He looks crazy, like a killer." Neli said dismissing the sexy dread.
"Like a Shotta!" Kim screamed.
"Shut up Kim!" Tatum and Sasha screamed.
"Nah don't worry about it shorty, I get it now and then, ya know." The sexy dread spoke in his deep voice with a slight Jamaican accent.
The girls turned to face him and were speechless. He was the shit! He turned his attention to Tatum.
"Ya know I caught ya eye a second ago and I was wondering if later on I can put something in a tummy?"
The girls sat there with a shocked look.
"That's what the fuck I'm talking about!" Kim said, giving him the fuck me look. "I love a dude that gets to the point."
He chuckled before answering.
"I was talking bout food, for ya friend here.” He turned his attention back to Tatum. “And might I say, ya beauty outshines every female out her tonight, no bullshit." He took a pull of his blunt and simultaneously answered his cell phone. “Excuse me for a minute.”
While he did this, it gave the girls time to check him out in full view. Kim could hardly keep her mouth closed. The man was fine. His Audemir Piquet diamond watch and four karat diamond earring were his only accessories to his simple but sexy attire. He rocked a fresh white tee over crisp Evisu jeans and brand new Vasque Gortex boots. His dreads were neat but not pretty and his face was chiseled, sexy with a fresh edge up. But damn it was all about those lips, the way he licked them and those eyes. Those eyes pierced through Tatum's body and gave her the shivers. They looked cold but Tatum could see the warmth beneath them.
"I apologize ladies, I must dismiss myself, maybe we can take a rain check on that food Ms. Lady."
Tatum finally spoke. "I don't even know you."
He laughed at her weariness.
"It's just food Ms. Lady, not marriage." "Not yet." He added. Tatum couldn't help but crack a foot long smile exposing her perfect white teeth, which complimented her dark brown complexion. He didn't take his eyes off of her. He wanted her.
"That smile gonna be the death of a man. By the way, the name is Respect." (pronounced Ree-spect.)
"But that aint what your momma named you." Tatum shot.
"But it's what I demand." He shot back.
This guy didn't miss a beat, and Tatum enjoyed it. It took a confident, strong brother to even catch Tatum's attention, and he had it in full.
"Yo Ree!" A man standing next to a white Escalade truck shouted, then he pointed to his watch. Respect simply put his finger up and the man shut up and got in the passenger seat of the truck.
"Well my name's Tatum. That's what you pushing?" Tatum asked referring to the fly Escalade truck he had.
"Yeah why, you impressed?" He asked licking his lips. Just then Tatum's own Escalade rolled up and the valet hopped out and handed her the keys.
"Nah not really, I got it in black." She smirked, playing his game. He cracked a smile.
"Respect Ms. Lady. So may I have your phone number to call you up sometime?" He asked ever so politely. Tatum wanted to take him and rip him apart just off the strength that he was so sexy. And the fact that she hadn't had none in a year. "Let me get yours." She said handing him her phone. He took her phone and punched in his number. As he handed her the phone back, their fingers brushed against each other and they both looked into each other's eyes and knew they felt something. It was crazy. He said goodnight to the ladies and took one final look at Tatum. There was something so innocent, so special about her. She had that something that made a nigga want to take care of her. They locked eyes for one final moment and as he turned and walked away, he whispered one final "Reespect."
"Yo Ree, who was that?" His short fat comrade asked as Ree hopped in the driver's seat.
"Her name's Tatum, she's gorgeous right?"
"Hell yeah, shorty bad as hell. Why you aint take her home and blow her back out? You know how we do bitches!" Fatso asked as him and Deets, one of Ree's other soldiers, cracked up laughing.
"Not this one Fats, not this one." Ree answered, as he relit his blunt and drove off.