“Mami you need to come through.”
“Its gonna be like that”
“You know me and my M.O.R.E niggas is in there, opening and closing for
the nigga Max B”
“You can get niggas in for free”
“Call me when you at the door”
“Bet, I got a little shorty, I’m suppose to get up with, so I’ll I swing
through after.”
“Call me”
“Bet”
I hung up the phone and plugged it in, hopping in the now steaming tub. I
was sore as hell from the run tonight, but nothing a hot shower couldn’t
cure. I had stunted on Trina last Friday but was in the right state of
mind to tear her and her homegirl’s ass up tonight. I bowed under the
shower head and let the hot water bead down my back. Sam was bugging if
he thought I was gonna pass up on a threesome two weekends in a row. I
don’t really give a fuck about a Max B like that no how, and niggas is
gonna shoot up the place more then likely especially after that dumb shit
those niggas did last night, yea, I’m straight on that. I stood up so the
spray of water could warm my chest. I don’t know if its cuz I’d had a
couple beers after we were done running, but I was horny as hell tonight.
Pussy was the only thing on my mind. I soaped my body fantasizing about
what I was bout to get myself into.
Bzzzp
I could hear my phone vibrating, sliding the shower door I checked my
cell. A text from Trina; “You still coming?” I flipped open the phone
and typed back, “Yea, I’ll be there in 15.” Closing back the shower door
I rinsed off the soap and turned off the shower. It wasn’t that I didn’t
want to get in a threesome, but Trina hangs out at the most hood strip
club. To be real I don’t go to those kinda places unless I’m rolling with
at least one or two niggas. Really, I don’t go to those kind of places
period, but if I did it would be with some real niggas. I guess she has a
stripper there who she fucks with, but that spot just seems real grimey to
me.
Shit, it ain’t like I’m paying to get in no how. She got me my cover and
is gonna pay for the telly after so I can’t complain too much. Plus I got
two more beers in the fridge so really I don’t have to pay for shit
tonight. It was definitely looking like a win, win night; I would get a
story for the fellas and it would be light on the pockets. Before I knew
it I was dressed. I elected to go with my black Malcolm X hoodie and my
Marcus Garvey tee Shirt, since it was pretty much all black and white
already. I threw on my grey Akademics with my grey and black New
Balances. I was not trying to look like no teacher and stick out at a
place like that. I threw on some cologne put my wallet and six magnums
in my back left pocket and headed downstairs for the kitchen. I grabbed
the two beers out the fridge putting one in my hoodie pocket and opened the
other. I chugged it down.
Bzzzzp.
My cell vibrated in my pocket. Trina again.
I checked the cell, “Where are you?” “I’m leaving my crib now,
I’ll be there in a minute.” I typed back. I checked my wallet, I had
about two hundred with me. I smiled to myself, there was a difference
between not being able to pay strippers and just not doing it. I locked
the door and threw the empty beer in the trash. Strip clubs were dumb to
me, who gives there hard earned money to perfect strangers anyway. I
started and backed up the car with the unopened beer in my lap, bumping
some beats and seeing the street clear I zoomed off.
As I came down Worthington I sipped the now open beer and bopped my head
to Beanies, “I Can Feel it in the Air.” I slowed as I approached the
parking lot across the street from the strip club, it was half full, but
the lot where the actual club is was packed. A white SUV was backing out
of a spot just ahead but I elected to park at the far end of the lot sort
of away from the club so I could finish my beer in peace. I sat for a
second sipping as Siegal laced the track, “Something going on, I feel
funny, can't tell me nothing's different my nose twitchin, intuition
setting in like sti vision”, I remembered how over New Years, how I
almost got a DUI because I was drinking with the keys in the ignition.
Yea I would not want to have to leave it up to chance being able to talk
my way out of that kind of situation again, so I turned off the ignition
and sat with my beer in silence. The SUV that had pulled out when I was
coming in, backed into the spot two parking spaces down from me. That’s
weird I thought, why leave everyone else and come to the empty side of
the lot. I sipped my beer, they probably drinking or burning it down
before they go in. I glanced they faces as the three in the car glanced
mine, I didn’t recognize them. Bzzzzp, damn, Trina must really be horny,
“I’m gonna go if your not coming” the text read. “I’m bout to come in,
in the parking lot finishing my beer.” I kept the bottle above my head
as my tongue stretched to catch every drop. I was feeling all right now,
ready to go. I opened the door and stepped out the car, just as I did
the two sitting in the front of the white SUV got out. The one on the
drivers side, was looking right in my eyes, or at least where they would
normally be. My eyes at this moment were fixed on the silver object he
was clutching on by his side.
“Don’t move, were robbing you.”
The words sent a herd of black ants with tiny tacks on there feet running
down my back. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, but all I could muster
was, “Just don’t shoot me.” I put my hands up half way. He and his
friend seemed amused by my fear.
I was dead. So this is how I die. Damn not like this.
“Be cool, sit back in the car”
The two approached.
“Gimme what you got”
The one with the gun was calm like he had done this before. I sat in the
drivers seat door open trembling, more caught off guard then anything. I
was near hysterical.
I started to put my hands down and reach into my pockets.
He raised the gun quickly.
“Move slow or I’m gonna pop your ass”
“Alright, alright.”
I moved my hand slower taking out the ten dollars I had in my front pocket
out, my keys, and my cell phone.” He reached for it all eagerly. No
sooner did he take it, that a police car came down the street. It seemed
to be driving in slow motion. My eyes were locked on it, I wanted to
scream, wave my hands in the air and shout. But I was frozen. What if I
did that and it didn’t stop, what then.
He turned his head slightly and watched the car pass. He laughed.
“I’m robbing you and cops is driving by.”
I let out a little sigh, he was right it was a little ironic. At that
moment I came back into my person. I had never depended on police before,
what was I thinking now. Bzzzp, Bzzzzp, Trina was now calling me. I
could see the phone lighting up in his pocket.
“Gimme everything you got, I know you holding out on me.”
His friend came and stood to the left of me. A short light skinned dude
who reminded me of Juelz Santana. His demeanor was different then his
partners, he was more animated and aggressive.
“Nigga, gimme everything you got or you're dead, I know you holding out on
us. Matter fact gimme your kicks.”
He reached down and took my sneakers off my feet. He looked in them as if
he half expected to find gold.
The one with gun began to laugh again.
“If you lie to us, were gonna kill you.”
“I don’t got shit else.”
The small one was getting aggravated.
“Take your pants off”
“What?”
“You heard me take your mutha fuckin pants off”
I undid my buckle. The two began to laugh. It was one thing to rob me
but now they were trying to humiliate me too.
“Nigga take your fucking pants off or were gonna kill you.”
“I’m not taking my pants off.”
“What you think were playing?” He cocked back the pistol.
“I got a gun too nigga” I looked at the light skinned kid to my left
trying so hard to sound tough. He was a offy and he was starting to annoy
me. I looked him in his eyes and said emphatically.
“I’m not taking my pants off”
No sooner did the words leave my mouth he dropped back and hit me as hard
as he could in the nose. It was just the distraction I needed. I brushed
him to the side and honed in on the arm the gun was in. I tucked the gun
and the arm, it was connected in my left arm pit and I began screaming at
the top of my lungs.
“Help! Help! Their trying to kill me! Their trying to kill me!”
I could see people rushing into there cars. The light skinned kid
continued punching me in the face. I thought whatever to my self, you
hit like a bitch anyway. My whole focus was on the gun, I could care
less how I looked,. I continued screaming.
“Shutup yo, Shut the fuck up.”
“We got to get the fuck outta here”
“He got my arm.”
I was still screaming. The light skinned kid began trying to get in the
car, the third person who had yet to exit moved into the drivers seat. I
had a new thought, what if he has a gun, knife, or pipe in the car. I
can’t let him back in. I grabbed hold of his arm with my free hand
loosening my grip just enough for the boy I was still holding to hit me
over the head with the gun twice. I let go of fake ass Santana and gave
the boy with the gun my full attention.
“Alright, if you just let go of me, I’m not gonna shoot you.”
I picked him up and threw him as far as I could and was already in full
stride sprinting barefoot down the street before he took his second bounce
on the street. I heard a shot fired behind me, but I didn’t break stride
till I was in front of the club. I turned back to see the SUV taking off
the opposite direction down the street.
Out of breath and seemingly safe, I looked down at my blood covered clothes.
“You shot.”
A spanish guy with three of his friends got out a car. I figured they had probably watched the whole thing. I don’t know I don’t think so. I checked my body, I didn’t see enough blood in any one place to be a bullet wound. Trina came out the club. “What happened.?” My hands and face were covered in blood. “Come on, lets get the fuck outta here.” She ran back in and out in
seconds, carrying her pocket book and paper towels. As we ran to her car, I took a deep breath and held it. The fact that I was breathing was something I had always taken for granted. I was alive, I had ignored my gut and better judgment, but was in a position to learn a lesson from it.
At the beginning of the night I had wanted a story for the fellas, one that wouldn’t cost me to much.
For it, they wanted to charge me a life, but ended up settling for ten dollars, sometimes you get what you wish for. I filled the tissues with blood as we drove down the street in
silence. Tomorrow I will reflect, but today I’m just glad to still be here.
-Anonymous
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great story
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