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Sly eyed her. “Put him on with what?”
“With the Pink Lady! We gotta give him a cut from the sale.”
Sly scoffed and chuckled. “You must be outta your fuckin mind, darling. We ain’t putting him on with shit!”
“We have to, Mr. Mack,” Honore said firmly. “He’s blackmailing me. Some kinda way he got his hands on the security tape from Hymie’s jewelry store the night I lost the diamond. He seen me tossing the briefcase to the guard and he knows I don’t go to no damn college. He seen us with Benny at that meeting up in Westchester too.”
“Fuck him!” Sly said again. “When I kill that coward whatever he seen won’t fuckin matter.”
“Yeah, but if we smoke him then somebody else will just step up with another copy of the tape. I’m not going to jail for nobody! If the Feds find out I’m the one on that video in the jewelry store, I’m fucked. If they find out I’m scheming with Benny I might as well be dead. Nah, we gotta make Wild Man think we’re putting him on for some cash. He’s a little reckless, but he runs his mouth and he’s stupid as fuck. I can use that to my advantage. Trust me, he has a weak spot when it comes to me,” Honore said as they got in the car and Chimp Charlie pulled off down the street.
“Oh there’s some weak spots in this chink’s armor all right!” Sly agreed bitterly. “You got niggas thinking they can just walk up on you in the streets and manhandle you any old kinda way? I know good and goddamn well I raised you better than that!”
“It was nothing,” Honore shrugged and turned her head toward the window. “Just let me handle Wild Man. I know I can get something outta him.”
Sly bit back the cutting words that were about to fly outta his mouth, but as far as he was concerned Wild Man’s fate was sealed. That bitch wasn’t getting shit. He had peeped the groove between Honore and the Asian cat. She had been damn near creaming in her drawers even as that nigga’s hands was wrapped around her throat.
Yeah, Sly thought, shaking his head. Honore was young and dick-whipped. She was slipping and sliding off her game just like a cat in heat.
But Wild Man wasn’t getting a cut of shit. The only thing that chink muthafucka was gonna get a cut of was the dirt falling down into his open grave!
CHAPTER 8
Squad Shit Only
Cucci had just finished putting a mean dick-riding game down on dog-ugly Chimp Charlie and she was laying in his bed with her left eye jumping like crazy. Charlie was stretched out naked beside her with his breathing still erratic and sweating like a pig with his saggy balls on empty.
Chimp Charlie’s dick game was weak as hell, but he broke Cucci off with stacks of them crispy hundreds whenever she asked for it. He also kept her up on what was going on with Sly and Honore, which was highly beneficial these days.
Cucci was using him to the max and she didn’t mind throwing him some pussy from time to time because it wasn’t like he was putting a hurting on her anyway. The nigga’s name shoulda been Limp Charlie ’cause he could barely keep it up long enough to put it in, and the nigga nutted and came faster than a speeding bullet.
But right now Cucci’s left eye was jumping like some dirty bitch was talking about her and she knew it was Honore. Her cousin had been even more secretive and hush-hush lately, and whatever her scandalous ass was cooking up to dish out was anybody’s guess.
Cucci’s mind wandered as she sprawled across the California king-sized bed and thought about her favorite nigga Ice Pick Goody, and how good he broke her back in when they fucked.
“Did you get your nut off, baby?” Chimp Charlie interrupted her thoughts as he reached for the sheet and wiped off his sweaty balls. “I know you did, ’cause Old Charlie knows how to put it down.”
“Nigga puh-leez,” Cucci rolled over and looked at Charlie with the, you-can’t-be-serious face. “This ain’t even about yo dick Charlie, so let’s not even get this shit confused, homey. I got what you need and you got what I want. That’s it.”
“Yeah-yeah-yeah,” Charlie said as he chuckled. “You can lie to me all you want to but this Cucci-juice dripping all over my joint says different. I be having you gushing girl. Now reach over there and hand me one of them Newports off the nightstand.”
“Yeah, I get super wet, don’t I?” Cucci giggled as she threw the pack of cigs right on top of his fat stomach. “That’s cause I be thinking about the nigga who really be knockin the bottom outta this pussy, stupid! That’s the only way I can even get moist fucking with you.”
Chimp Charlie didn’t really give a fuck what got her aroused and what didn’t. He was an old school playa and giving up a little cash to get some young fresh trim didn’t mean shit to him. As long as he blew a good load he could care less if she was pleased or not. Cucci wasn’t the only young chick he tricked on, she just happened to have the best box around and there was something about her that always got him going strong.
“Whateva,” Charlie said as he sparked up his cancer stick and started to harmonize. “I got mineee, so I’m goooood. Just wait. When I help Sly and Honore make this big-money move I’ma be surrounded by the finest bitches on Planet Earth. I’ma be laid up under a palm tree on an island with a glass of wine in one hand and a big hunk of ass in the other one!”
This little revelation got Cucci’s attention but she didn’t wanna come off as extra pressed about it. But her jumping eye was trying to tell her something, and the only time it jumped like this was when some skank-ass hoe was plotting to do her wrong.
“What you mean you gonna be on some Island, Charlie? Damn, you gonna have sex on the beach without me and shit?” she said, adding a little sweetness to her voice as she slid her thick thigh over his.
“Look, you might have a weak dick, Charlie but it’s my weak dick, goddammit! You ain’t going to no island without me.” She kissed him on the cheek and whispered softly, “So, what kind of moves do Honore got going on with Sly?”
“Ain’t you Honore’s best friend?” Charlie chuckled. “If you don’t know what’s going down then it’s not my place to say nothing. Shit, I ain’t even supposed to know what I know, but them mothafuckas talk like I ain’t even there sometimes. Which is cool wit’me cause old Chimp Charlie knows ere’thang.”
Now Cucci really needed to know what the fuck was going down. She had been trying to get a step ahead of Honore for a minute now and something always seemed to go wrong. Honore had her lips zipped real tight and it seemed like the universe was protecting that bitch.
Cucci knew her cousin was up to something that was related to money, but as hard as she tried she couldn’t find a way to get the info she needed. Charlie seemed to have the scoop on what was being plotted on the jux, and she wasn’t letting this nigga outta the bed until she knew everything his pot-bellied ass was withholding. No matter how she had to get that info she was determined to get it. So she reached under the sheets and grabbed his limp dick and began to bring the sticky little pecker back to life again.
“I know you ain’t holding out on me Big Poppa, are you?” Cucci cooed as she gripped him firmly and stroked him slow and steady. “I need to know these things, Daddy. Honore is more than my cousin, you know. She’s my best friend and I have her best interests at heart. You know she’s just gonna to tell me the whole plan anyway. I just wanna have a heads up, ya know baby?”
Charlie closed his eyes as he enjoyed the pleasure of Cucci’s skilled hand job. She always knew how to work him over and a few strokes later his shit was on full brick. He didn’t really wanna tell her anything because he knew how Sly was about his business. This was some life-changing shit they were planning and he wanted to keep what he knew to himself.
But his dick wasn’t agreeing with what his mind was telling him. Besides, Cucci was family. Like she said, Honore was gonna tell her the whole shit anyway. He reached over and started playing with Cucci’s dark nipples as he got turned on even more.
“Nigga start talking,” Cucci said as she stopped stroking for a second and squeezed the head of his joint real tight in her hot fist. “I know you want me to put my mouth on it. So tell me what’s going on and I’ma take real good care of you. Don’t I do it better than all them other hoes?”
Charlie nodded. He was desperate for her to keep jacking his joint and he couldn’t wait to feel Cucci’s juicy lips stroking and slobbing his meat.
“Well, uhh,” Charlie started as he tried to find the right words to pluck from his lust-filled thoughts. “Sly and Honore plan on jacking this crazy high-priced diamond.”
“For how much?” Cucci demanded as she pumped and squeezed.
“Tens of millions. Enough for all of us to live off for the rest of our lives. The shit is called the Pink Lady and it’s gonna take all the tricks they got in the book to pull this one off. It’s gonna be the scam of a fuckin lifetime.”
“Oh really?” Cucci said as she tossed the sheet to the side and looked down at Charlie’s erect little wanker. In the blink of an eye she put her head down and deep throated his stiff little woody. She let Charlie hump into her mouth a few times before coming back up for air. A glistening string of saliva hung from her bottom lip and connected to the tip of Charlie’s dick like it was linking them together.
“Be a good boy and tell me all the details,” Cucci pressed. “I need to know it all, from the beginning to the end. If you do that for me I will suck your bone dry, Big Daddy. You know how much you love this tight neck pussy, right?”
Moments later Cucci got to sucking like the professional she was. The nasty old man in bed with her humped and cried out and shivered and moaned under her jutting neck, frantic tongue, and expert fist grip. And when she was finished and he had blown his bitter load into her mouth and it was sliding hotly down her throat, just like he had promised her, Chimp Charlie got to talking.
CHAPTER 9
Everything is All Real
Cucci’s mind was steady clicking like a calculator the next afternoon as she exited her whip and swayed down the avenue toward the project building where her mother lived.
Clean as a bean in her stylish peach and crème dress, she looked like a million-dollar beach condo as she walked toward the trash-strewn dilapidated high-rise tower where she had grown up.
Today was her mother’s birthday and they were gonna celebrate it with a project barbeque. They were sparking up the grill and her mother’s friends had cooked up all kinds of side dishes, and the entire fam, to include Honore, was gonna be there.
Cucci sucked her teeth. She had some words coming for Honore’s trick ass. After listening to Chimp Charlie spill his guts in the sheets last night, Cucci had tried her best to corner Honore at work and find out what the hell was going on that morning. But every time she rolled up Honore either ducked into the boss’s office or pretended like she was on the phone with a client.
“That’s all right,” Cucci had told herself. “I’ma pounce on that bitch and hem her up after work,” but she was real disappointed at five o’clock when she looked around and realized that Honore had already clocked out for the day.
That’s cool too, Cucci thought as she headed toward the porch where niggas outta the ass stood smoking trees and listening to music. She knew Honore couldn’t avoid her forever. Her sneaky tail was gonna have to face her sooner or later, and if Cucci had her way it would be sooner. Like right damn now.
Her heels clicked on the pavement as she switched her ass seductively up the walkway, catching every male eye within a ten-block radius. Her thigh-high dress was made of a soft, slinky material that accentuated her abundant curves. She had worn a matching scarf tied around her neck at work, but she’d taken it off in the car and now her titties were bouncing up outta the plunge-neck top and trying to jump free.
“Hoochie Cucci!” A skinny dude with long dreads yelled out to her from the porch. “Long time no see! You lookin good as shit, ma!”
Cucci grinned to herself, glowing under the compliment as she kept right on moving. She wasn’t tryna turn nobody on because couldn’t none of these two-bit boogers do nothing for her that her man Ice Pick Goody couldn’t do better. Every last one of these low-level slangas had been tryna get in her panties since she was twelve-years-old, but it wasn’t happening back then when she was broke, and it damn sure wasn’t happening now that she had herself a baller with heavy pockets. These chump-niggas in Queens could kiss her ass. Ice-Pick Goody was her main squeeze and she was rolling Brooklyn-style now!
Because if there was one thing Cucci understood it was the value of her pussy, and every last one of these nasty porch niggas could keep right on dreaming.
The block party was jumping in true Queens fashion when she walked around to the street side of the building. An old head had just broke open the fire hydrant for the little kids and they ran through the cool water without a care in the world. Older children were jumping double Dutch and playing skelly, jacks, and bat n’ ball.
You could smell the odor of sweet kush being blown from Dutch Master blunts and the sounds of Hot 97 rap cuts being bumped at high volumes. The bucket-head broads were looking thirsty for attention as they strutted up and down the block in their favorite rompers and booty shorts.
Cucci walked into the large fenced-off area where multiple card tables and chairs were set out and the barbeque grill was smoking hot. The smell of ribs, franks, and spicy chicken wings was in the air.
Frita and her home-girls were laughing loudly as a bunch of them did a Chicago-style line dance in the grass, while the men were pouring beer and bbq sauce on the meat, drinking Heineken and rum, playing bones, and talking major shit.
Cucci walked through the bald patches of grass and pushed her way into the loud crowd of aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Everybody for miles around knew the smart-mouth, kind-hearted, but quick-to-cut you Frita. She came from a large family and she was loved and respected in the projects. Frita saw her daughter coming and made her way over to a long table to pour herself another deep cup of Bacardi 151 and Coke.
“Happy birthday, Mama.” Cucci dropped her bags then kissed and hugged her mom warmly. Cucci was Frita’s mini-me. She was a younger replica of her mother, and when you looked at Frita you could see exactly where Cucci got her good looks and banging hourglass shape from. “How you feeling today, old lady?”
“Ain’t shit old about me baby,” Frita said taking a sip of her liq. “I’m still a spring chicken and I ain’t too old to kick yo ass.”
“You funny as hell, ma,” Cucci said with a smile. Her mother always had a smart remark no matter what was going on. That shit would never change. “You always tryna turn up on somebody. And that’s why I love you.”
“Thank you, baby girl,” Frita said, plopping down in a plastic chair. “I love you too. Now go get me one of them ribs off the grill. I’m about to tear this food up and play me some pitty pat. I’m gonna get wasted off this rum too because it’s my birthday!”
Cucci was turning around to head to the grill when she bumped dead into her cousin.
“Happy birthday, Auntie,” Honore said as she moved past Cucci and reached down to hug Frita. “Sorry I’m late but I had to stop at the street vendor and get you some of those smell-good oils you love so much.”
Honore greeted the other friends and family members out there with smiles and hugs. She was so busy cheesing she didn’t even peep Cucci standing there giving her the side eye.
Cucci couldn’t believe this bitch. She had been mad as hell when Chimp Charlie confessed that Honore and Sly McFly were going after some Pink Lady diamond on the low. Cucci knew Honore was shiesty but she couldn’t believe her dear cousin and supposed-to-be bestie was fixin to cut her out of the payday of a lifetime.
That type of betrayal had hurt her real deep, and as far as Cucci was concerned it was go-to-war time now. Honore was just as good as dead in the heart of Cucci, and she might as well have been any other bitch on the street.
Anger rushed all up in Cucci’s chest and even though it was her mama’s birthday celebration she just couldn’t hold it back.
“You funny-style as hell, bitch,” Cucci spit nastily to her cousin. “Why don’t you get ya fake ass gone and keep it moving up outta my mama’s party.”
“What the hell is your problem?” Honore said looking confused. “Why you coming at me all crazy like that? Don’t be jealous. I got you some oils too. They’re in my bag.”
“Fuck your oil!” Cucci said gaining more steam. “How about you get me some of that Pink Lady shit you got going on?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Honore hissed, looking around with the guilty face. “Bitch your lips are looser than ya damn pussy!”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Honore! You’s a shady hoe! Always running around preaching this family loyalty shit but your snake-ass is fake as fuck!”
“Girl why you tripping? Ain’t nobody fake but you—”
“Well lemme give it to you real-style, then! I ain’t got no more love for your bum-ass! Best believe I’m done being your invisible sidekick, bitch! We supposed to be hustling together and going hard fifty-fifty on everything we do, but your sneaky ass is all about hiding out and holding out! You don’t mean shit to me no more, Honore! Now raise the fuck up outta this yard before I rock yo ass!”
Honore looked puzzled. “What in the world are you talking about, Cucci? Ain’t nobody been holding out on nothing!”
“You fuckin liar! Sneaking around tryna stack all the chips for yourself! I know all about that lil transaction that went down at the Boatel. And I know about all the other shit you scheming on too! We supposed to be a team, but you keeping secrets and going behind my back and making ya own little side deals without me!”
Knowing she was caught dead out there, Honore went for broke.
“Yeah? Well the reason I gotta keep shit a secret is because you too damn thirsty and your mouth is too fuckin big! A gutter bitch like you can’t hold water and I’m supposed to let you fuck my shit up?”
“With the Pink Lady! We gotta give him a cut from the sale.”
Sly scoffed and chuckled. “You must be outta your fuckin mind, darling. We ain’t putting him on with shit!”
“We have to, Mr. Mack,” Honore said firmly. “He’s blackmailing me. Some kinda way he got his hands on the security tape from Hymie’s jewelry store the night I lost the diamond. He seen me tossing the briefcase to the guard and he knows I don’t go to no damn college. He seen us with Benny at that meeting up in Westchester too.”
“Fuck him!” Sly said again. “When I kill that coward whatever he seen won’t fuckin matter.”
“Yeah, but if we smoke him then somebody else will just step up with another copy of the tape. I’m not going to jail for nobody! If the Feds find out I’m the one on that video in the jewelry store, I’m fucked. If they find out I’m scheming with Benny I might as well be dead. Nah, we gotta make Wild Man think we’re putting him on for some cash. He’s a little reckless, but he runs his mouth and he’s stupid as fuck. I can use that to my advantage. Trust me, he has a weak spot when it comes to me,” Honore said as they got in the car and Chimp Charlie pulled off down the street.
“Oh there’s some weak spots in this chink’s armor all right!” Sly agreed bitterly. “You got niggas thinking they can just walk up on you in the streets and manhandle you any old kinda way? I know good and goddamn well I raised you better than that!”
“It was nothing,” Honore shrugged and turned her head toward the window. “Just let me handle Wild Man. I know I can get something outta him.”
Sly bit back the cutting words that were about to fly outta his mouth, but as far as he was concerned Wild Man’s fate was sealed. That bitch wasn’t getting shit. He had peeped the groove between Honore and the Asian cat. She had been damn near creaming in her drawers even as that nigga’s hands was wrapped around her throat.
Yeah, Sly thought, shaking his head. Honore was young and dick-whipped. She was slipping and sliding off her game just like a cat in heat.
But Wild Man wasn’t getting a cut of shit. The only thing that chink muthafucka was gonna get a cut of was the dirt falling down into his open grave!
CHAPTER 8
Squad Shit Only
Cucci had just finished putting a mean dick-riding game down on dog-ugly Chimp Charlie and she was laying in his bed with her left eye jumping like crazy. Charlie was stretched out naked beside her with his breathing still erratic and sweating like a pig with his saggy balls on empty.
Chimp Charlie’s dick game was weak as hell, but he broke Cucci off with stacks of them crispy hundreds whenever she asked for it. He also kept her up on what was going on with Sly and Honore, which was highly beneficial these days.
Cucci was using him to the max and she didn’t mind throwing him some pussy from time to time because it wasn’t like he was putting a hurting on her anyway. The nigga’s name shoulda been Limp Charlie ’cause he could barely keep it up long enough to put it in, and the nigga nutted and came faster than a speeding bullet.
But right now Cucci’s left eye was jumping like some dirty bitch was talking about her and she knew it was Honore. Her cousin had been even more secretive and hush-hush lately, and whatever her scandalous ass was cooking up to dish out was anybody’s guess.
Cucci’s mind wandered as she sprawled across the California king-sized bed and thought about her favorite nigga Ice Pick Goody, and how good he broke her back in when they fucked.
“Did you get your nut off, baby?” Chimp Charlie interrupted her thoughts as he reached for the sheet and wiped off his sweaty balls. “I know you did, ’cause Old Charlie knows how to put it down.”
“Nigga puh-leez,” Cucci rolled over and looked at Charlie with the, you-can’t-be-serious face. “This ain’t even about yo dick Charlie, so let’s not even get this shit confused, homey. I got what you need and you got what I want. That’s it.”
“Yeah-yeah-yeah,” Charlie said as he chuckled. “You can lie to me all you want to but this Cucci-juice dripping all over my joint says different. I be having you gushing girl. Now reach over there and hand me one of them Newports off the nightstand.”
“Yeah, I get super wet, don’t I?” Cucci giggled as she threw the pack of cigs right on top of his fat stomach. “That’s cause I be thinking about the nigga who really be knockin the bottom outta this pussy, stupid! That’s the only way I can even get moist fucking with you.”
Chimp Charlie didn’t really give a fuck what got her aroused and what didn’t. He was an old school playa and giving up a little cash to get some young fresh trim didn’t mean shit to him. As long as he blew a good load he could care less if she was pleased or not. Cucci wasn’t the only young chick he tricked on, she just happened to have the best box around and there was something about her that always got him going strong.
“Whateva,” Charlie said as he sparked up his cancer stick and started to harmonize. “I got mineee, so I’m goooood. Just wait. When I help Sly and Honore make this big-money move I’ma be surrounded by the finest bitches on Planet Earth. I’ma be laid up under a palm tree on an island with a glass of wine in one hand and a big hunk of ass in the other one!”
This little revelation got Cucci’s attention but she didn’t wanna come off as extra pressed about it. But her jumping eye was trying to tell her something, and the only time it jumped like this was when some skank-ass hoe was plotting to do her wrong.
“What you mean you gonna be on some Island, Charlie? Damn, you gonna have sex on the beach without me and shit?” she said, adding a little sweetness to her voice as she slid her thick thigh over his.
“Look, you might have a weak dick, Charlie but it’s my weak dick, goddammit! You ain’t going to no island without me.” She kissed him on the cheek and whispered softly, “So, what kind of moves do Honore got going on with Sly?”
“Ain’t you Honore’s best friend?” Charlie chuckled. “If you don’t know what’s going down then it’s not my place to say nothing. Shit, I ain’t even supposed to know what I know, but them mothafuckas talk like I ain’t even there sometimes. Which is cool wit’me cause old Chimp Charlie knows ere’thang.”
Now Cucci really needed to know what the fuck was going down. She had been trying to get a step ahead of Honore for a minute now and something always seemed to go wrong. Honore had her lips zipped real tight and it seemed like the universe was protecting that bitch.
Cucci knew her cousin was up to something that was related to money, but as hard as she tried she couldn’t find a way to get the info she needed. Charlie seemed to have the scoop on what was being plotted on the jux, and she wasn’t letting this nigga outta the bed until she knew everything his pot-bellied ass was withholding. No matter how she had to get that info she was determined to get it. So she reached under the sheets and grabbed his limp dick and began to bring the sticky little pecker back to life again.
“I know you ain’t holding out on me Big Poppa, are you?” Cucci cooed as she gripped him firmly and stroked him slow and steady. “I need to know these things, Daddy. Honore is more than my cousin, you know. She’s my best friend and I have her best interests at heart. You know she’s just gonna to tell me the whole plan anyway. I just wanna have a heads up, ya know baby?”
Charlie closed his eyes as he enjoyed the pleasure of Cucci’s skilled hand job. She always knew how to work him over and a few strokes later his shit was on full brick. He didn’t really wanna tell her anything because he knew how Sly was about his business. This was some life-changing shit they were planning and he wanted to keep what he knew to himself.
But his dick wasn’t agreeing with what his mind was telling him. Besides, Cucci was family. Like she said, Honore was gonna tell her the whole shit anyway. He reached over and started playing with Cucci’s dark nipples as he got turned on even more.
“Nigga start talking,” Cucci said as she stopped stroking for a second and squeezed the head of his joint real tight in her hot fist. “I know you want me to put my mouth on it. So tell me what’s going on and I’ma take real good care of you. Don’t I do it better than all them other hoes?”
Charlie nodded. He was desperate for her to keep jacking his joint and he couldn’t wait to feel Cucci’s juicy lips stroking and slobbing his meat.
“Well, uhh,” Charlie started as he tried to find the right words to pluck from his lust-filled thoughts. “Sly and Honore plan on jacking this crazy high-priced diamond.”
“For how much?” Cucci demanded as she pumped and squeezed.
“Tens of millions. Enough for all of us to live off for the rest of our lives. The shit is called the Pink Lady and it’s gonna take all the tricks they got in the book to pull this one off. It’s gonna be the scam of a fuckin lifetime.”
“Oh really?” Cucci said as she tossed the sheet to the side and looked down at Charlie’s erect little wanker. In the blink of an eye she put her head down and deep throated his stiff little woody. She let Charlie hump into her mouth a few times before coming back up for air. A glistening string of saliva hung from her bottom lip and connected to the tip of Charlie’s dick like it was linking them together.
“Be a good boy and tell me all the details,” Cucci pressed. “I need to know it all, from the beginning to the end. If you do that for me I will suck your bone dry, Big Daddy. You know how much you love this tight neck pussy, right?”
Moments later Cucci got to sucking like the professional she was. The nasty old man in bed with her humped and cried out and shivered and moaned under her jutting neck, frantic tongue, and expert fist grip. And when she was finished and he had blown his bitter load into her mouth and it was sliding hotly down her throat, just like he had promised her, Chimp Charlie got to talking.
CHAPTER 9
Everything is All Real
Cucci’s mind was steady clicking like a calculator the next afternoon as she exited her whip and swayed down the avenue toward the project building where her mother lived.
Clean as a bean in her stylish peach and crème dress, she looked like a million-dollar beach condo as she walked toward the trash-strewn dilapidated high-rise tower where she had grown up.
Today was her mother’s birthday and they were gonna celebrate it with a project barbeque. They were sparking up the grill and her mother’s friends had cooked up all kinds of side dishes, and the entire fam, to include Honore, was gonna be there.
Cucci sucked her teeth. She had some words coming for Honore’s trick ass. After listening to Chimp Charlie spill his guts in the sheets last night, Cucci had tried her best to corner Honore at work and find out what the hell was going on that morning. But every time she rolled up Honore either ducked into the boss’s office or pretended like she was on the phone with a client.
“That’s all right,” Cucci had told herself. “I’ma pounce on that bitch and hem her up after work,” but she was real disappointed at five o’clock when she looked around and realized that Honore had already clocked out for the day.
That’s cool too, Cucci thought as she headed toward the porch where niggas outta the ass stood smoking trees and listening to music. She knew Honore couldn’t avoid her forever. Her sneaky tail was gonna have to face her sooner or later, and if Cucci had her way it would be sooner. Like right damn now.
Her heels clicked on the pavement as she switched her ass seductively up the walkway, catching every male eye within a ten-block radius. Her thigh-high dress was made of a soft, slinky material that accentuated her abundant curves. She had worn a matching scarf tied around her neck at work, but she’d taken it off in the car and now her titties were bouncing up outta the plunge-neck top and trying to jump free.
“Hoochie Cucci!” A skinny dude with long dreads yelled out to her from the porch. “Long time no see! You lookin good as shit, ma!”
Cucci grinned to herself, glowing under the compliment as she kept right on moving. She wasn’t tryna turn nobody on because couldn’t none of these two-bit boogers do nothing for her that her man Ice Pick Goody couldn’t do better. Every last one of these low-level slangas had been tryna get in her panties since she was twelve-years-old, but it wasn’t happening back then when she was broke, and it damn sure wasn’t happening now that she had herself a baller with heavy pockets. These chump-niggas in Queens could kiss her ass. Ice-Pick Goody was her main squeeze and she was rolling Brooklyn-style now!
Because if there was one thing Cucci understood it was the value of her pussy, and every last one of these nasty porch niggas could keep right on dreaming.
The block party was jumping in true Queens fashion when she walked around to the street side of the building. An old head had just broke open the fire hydrant for the little kids and they ran through the cool water without a care in the world. Older children were jumping double Dutch and playing skelly, jacks, and bat n’ ball.
You could smell the odor of sweet kush being blown from Dutch Master blunts and the sounds of Hot 97 rap cuts being bumped at high volumes. The bucket-head broads were looking thirsty for attention as they strutted up and down the block in their favorite rompers and booty shorts.
Cucci walked into the large fenced-off area where multiple card tables and chairs were set out and the barbeque grill was smoking hot. The smell of ribs, franks, and spicy chicken wings was in the air.
Frita and her home-girls were laughing loudly as a bunch of them did a Chicago-style line dance in the grass, while the men were pouring beer and bbq sauce on the meat, drinking Heineken and rum, playing bones, and talking major shit.
Cucci walked through the bald patches of grass and pushed her way into the loud crowd of aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Everybody for miles around knew the smart-mouth, kind-hearted, but quick-to-cut you Frita. She came from a large family and she was loved and respected in the projects. Frita saw her daughter coming and made her way over to a long table to pour herself another deep cup of Bacardi 151 and Coke.
“Happy birthday, Mama.” Cucci dropped her bags then kissed and hugged her mom warmly. Cucci was Frita’s mini-me. She was a younger replica of her mother, and when you looked at Frita you could see exactly where Cucci got her good looks and banging hourglass shape from. “How you feeling today, old lady?”
“Ain’t shit old about me baby,” Frita said taking a sip of her liq. “I’m still a spring chicken and I ain’t too old to kick yo ass.”
“You funny as hell, ma,” Cucci said with a smile. Her mother always had a smart remark no matter what was going on. That shit would never change. “You always tryna turn up on somebody. And that’s why I love you.”
“Thank you, baby girl,” Frita said, plopping down in a plastic chair. “I love you too. Now go get me one of them ribs off the grill. I’m about to tear this food up and play me some pitty pat. I’m gonna get wasted off this rum too because it’s my birthday!”
Cucci was turning around to head to the grill when she bumped dead into her cousin.
“Happy birthday, Auntie,” Honore said as she moved past Cucci and reached down to hug Frita. “Sorry I’m late but I had to stop at the street vendor and get you some of those smell-good oils you love so much.”
Honore greeted the other friends and family members out there with smiles and hugs. She was so busy cheesing she didn’t even peep Cucci standing there giving her the side eye.
Cucci couldn’t believe this bitch. She had been mad as hell when Chimp Charlie confessed that Honore and Sly McFly were going after some Pink Lady diamond on the low. Cucci knew Honore was shiesty but she couldn’t believe her dear cousin and supposed-to-be bestie was fixin to cut her out of the payday of a lifetime.
That type of betrayal had hurt her real deep, and as far as Cucci was concerned it was go-to-war time now. Honore was just as good as dead in the heart of Cucci, and she might as well have been any other bitch on the street.
Anger rushed all up in Cucci’s chest and even though it was her mama’s birthday celebration she just couldn’t hold it back.
“You funny-style as hell, bitch,” Cucci spit nastily to her cousin. “Why don’t you get ya fake ass gone and keep it moving up outta my mama’s party.”
“What the hell is your problem?” Honore said looking confused. “Why you coming at me all crazy like that? Don’t be jealous. I got you some oils too. They’re in my bag.”
“Fuck your oil!” Cucci said gaining more steam. “How about you get me some of that Pink Lady shit you got going on?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Honore hissed, looking around with the guilty face. “Bitch your lips are looser than ya damn pussy!”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Honore! You’s a shady hoe! Always running around preaching this family loyalty shit but your snake-ass is fake as fuck!”
“Girl why you tripping? Ain’t nobody fake but you—”
“Well lemme give it to you real-style, then! I ain’t got no more love for your bum-ass! Best believe I’m done being your invisible sidekick, bitch! We supposed to be hustling together and going hard fifty-fifty on everything we do, but your sneaky ass is all about hiding out and holding out! You don’t mean shit to me no more, Honore! Now raise the fuck up outta this yard before I rock yo ass!”
Honore looked puzzled. “What in the world are you talking about, Cucci? Ain’t nobody been holding out on nothing!”
“You fuckin liar! Sneaking around tryna stack all the chips for yourself! I know all about that lil transaction that went down at the Boatel. And I know about all the other shit you scheming on too! We supposed to be a team, but you keeping secrets and going behind my back and making ya own little side deals without me!”
Knowing she was caught dead out there, Honore went for broke.
“Yeah? Well the reason I gotta keep shit a secret is because you too damn thirsty and your mouth is too fuckin big! A gutter bitch like you can’t hold water and I’m supposed to let you fuck my shit up?”
