Queen of the City 3: The Life of a Female Rapper, page 6
I peered at Quandra,
“Quandra, this bitch ain’t even 17 yet.”
“Oh my God, Lyric, so the fuck what? I mean, you trying to say that because she is still 16 that it is the straw that breaks the camel’s back? I mean, out of all the fucked up shit we are doing, you have a problem with this the most?”
“She young, Quandra! She got her whole fuckin’ life ahead of her. We mid-twenties and older in here, you know what I’m sayin?”
Alisha spoke up, “Look, I don’t see my mama in here and ain’t neither one of y’all my guardian. I’m here cuz I want to make money so fuck all the bullshit, aight Lyric? I’m here, the money is there, and I know these thirsty niggas want some of this young pussy, so fuck it. Let’s get paid together.”
I stepped closer to Quandra, “Fuck that. Quandra, why the fuck you bring her out here!?”
Quandra laughed, more as a warning to me than out of humor, “Lyric, I’ma tell you this once, aight? Don’t put yo’ fuckin’ hand in my face no more.” The smile on her face suddenly went away. “Or what, Quandra? What? You gon’ get yo’ ass beat again like we outside of George Webb? What the fuck are you going to do, Quandra?” Just then, Malley walked into the front room in nothing but her bra and some boy shorts, “What the fuck is goin on? Damn! I’m trying to fuckin’ chill before we get this bread and y’all muthafuckas in here blowing my high and shit. What the fuck?”
Quandra peered at me for a few moments before she turned away and walked back to the table, “Nothin, Malley. Everything straight. I’m just going over shit with them before we roll out.” Malley looked at me, “Lyric?” I glared at Quandra for an instant and then answered Malley, “I’m good.” I shook my head at Alisha and then walked to the back of the apartment as Malley followed behind me. I sat on the bed, and she closed the door behind her and straddled me, “You aight?” I took the blunt from her and inhaled the marijuana.
“I’m straight. Why are you lettin’ these young bitches in here, though? Sixteen? They are not ready for this kind of shit.”
She leaned in and kissed me slowly on the lips, “Lyric, they ready. I wouldn’t even let them in here if they weren’t. That chick out there, though? She is a fucking pro and even if they fuck up with us, then them niggas doing security need pussy. Shit, they can contribute in some kind of way if they are not going in with us.” I looked out the window as I took another drag on the blunt. She put her hand on my cheeks and turned my attention back towards her, “Whassup with that lil’ bitch out there, though? You know her or something?” I passed the blunt back to her before I answered,
“I used to work with her, that’s all.”
“At the grocery store when you snapped on that fat bitch?”
“Yeah.”
“Look, she came in here, and she was ready to work off the top. She fucked one of the niggas out there, and when he told me how she got down, I let her get a run with us. Shit, her execution was flawless, Lyric. She knows what she doing so let that chick make us some more money. I mean, you there. I’m there. Ain’t shit going to happen to her, aight?”
She leaned in to kiss me again, pressing her lips softly against mine. “Aight,” I said, “but get the fuck off me, though, I don’t have time for you to be teasing me right now.” She laughed, “We are going to get it on, baby. Trust me on that.”
A little while later, we headed to the east side of Rockwall. Quandra ran into a guy in that area as she was shopping for some clothes and started talking to him. She found out what kind of car he drove and when she saw that it was his, she laid the bait for him, and he took it without thinking twice. We didn’t usually make house calls because I wanted to make sure that we were in complete control of the situation. Houses were generally out of the question because there were too many things that could go wrong, but by the way Quandra described the guy, he was a complete square and hadn’t done anything bad a day in his life. When we saw him, my fear of anything happening that we couldn’t control was gone.
He was tall and bony with a neat haircut and skinny glasses. He stood on his porch with his hands in his pockets waiting for us when we arrived. A silly, goofy ass grin stretched across his face the closer we got to him. “H…hi,” he said, stuttering through his words, “my name is Austin. Nice to see you again, Quandra.” Quandra smiled and gave him a hug, then introduced the rest of us. Just after that, he led us into his home. The inside looked much better than the outside. The living room was large enough to hold two of mine inside of it. The couches were large with fluffy pillows across the seats. The carpet was gray and plush, the type that your feet would sink right into as soon as you took your shoes off. The dining area was decorated with crystal plates and glass cups on top of a marble-colored table. Suddenly, four men walked out of the kitchen and into the room where we stood. They all resembled Austin; tall and nerdy, the type who haven’t been around a woman in years. I could tell this was going to be easy money. “Um, can you show me to your bathroom?” I asked Austin.
He led me down a hallway and pointed me in the direction I needed to go. “Thank you,” I said. He nervously lowered his head and smiled before he walked away. As soon as he was out of the hall, I began to scan the other rooms. All of the doors were unlocked. Three bedrooms in this hallway and one bathroom—they were empty. I crept upstairs to find another bathroom and two more bedrooms, much larger than the ones that were downstairs. It looked as if this was his parents’ house and he lived at home with them. I didn’t care because either way, they had bread and it was going to be with us before the end of the night. I searched for cameras and anything else that would make our night harder than it should be and when everything cleared, I made my way back downstairs. Austin tapped his foot on the ground with his arms crossed,
“You can’t just go walking through my home like that.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said, smiling, “I just had to check out your house. I haven’t been in any home this big before.”
I walked over to him and rubbed my hand against his dick. Immediately, I felt the blood rush to it, and he backed away from me with a nervous smile on his face. I stepped in closer to him, took his hand and put it on my ass, “Do you forgive me?” I asked as seductively as I could. He fixed his glasses and backed up a little more, “I do. It’s… it’s all right,” he said, his face reddening by the second. “Good, now come with me,” I responded as I led him back to the front room and sat him on the couch near the rest of his friends. I walked over to Malley and winked at her, giving her the sign that everything was clear. The other chicks were dressed down and ready to start, and with that, Malley turned on the music and the party started.
Alisha licked her lips before she headed towards one of the men and looked at me, “Watch this,” she said confidently as she switched her ass back and forth until she got to one of the men on the couch. When she was just a few feet in front of him, she did a handstand and came down with her crotch right on top of his and then pulled herself up until she was face-to-face with him. She grabbed his head and pushed it down into her chest as she began grinding on him. She moved up and down and then suddenly, pushed herself back down to the floor and put her face near his zipper. I stood back and watched him as he smiled, his face turning just as red as Austin’s when I put his hand on my behind.
She pulled his zipper down and reached inside his pants. He tried to stop her, but she smacked his hands away and kept going for it. When she pulled out his dick, it was bigger than I expected it to be. I think it even caught Alisha by surprise as a devilish grin flashed across her face. She turned to look at Malley and gave her the sign that she wanted to fuck. With that, we all knew that we had to wait until she was done before any of us robbed the men. She spun around and bent over in front of him, shaking her ass back and forth as his dick shot straight up in the air. Just then, she eased her way down onto him, “Wait,” he said, nervously reaching inside his pocket for a condom. Alisha turned around and snatched it out of his hand, rolling it onto his dick with her mouth. She sucked him slowly for a few moments and then spun back around and eased down on top of him. Her titties bounced in the air as she got into it more and right next to him, another chick began fucking the man she was dancing for.
The moans seemed to drown out the music as the two women fucked and screamed out in pain and pleasure while they were on top of them. “Oh my god,” Alisha yelled out, “fuuuuuck!” She gripped the edge of the couch as Austin held onto her hips and started pounding her even harder. Malley stood in the corner, playing with herself as she watched the two of them fuck in front of her. Sometimes, it went like this. The chicks would end up fucking longer than expected and we would just sit there and wait until they were finished. It made it easier to rob them afterward though because they would literally be too tired to do anything else and we took advantage of it.
When the two chicks were done they got up, and Malley turned off the music. Right after that, we both pulled out the pistols as Austin and his friend’s pants were still down. The other two men were sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall. Austin yelled out, “Hey, hey, what… what are you guys doing?!” I directed two of the women to go upstairs and search the bedrooms. The other two chicks searched the rooms at the bottom. When one of them came back, she said there was a safe upstairs. I walked over to Austin,
“Hey baby,” I said with the gun pointed directly at him, “you want to tell me the combination to the safe?”
“No! No, I don’t!”
I laughed and flipped my gun around, “Now see, I’m going to ask you again. If you happen to say no, I’m going to take the handle of this gun and smash it into your fuckin’ balls. Now, you have a pretty nice size dick, and I would hate for that to go to waste because you can’t use it anymore. I’m sure getting smacked down there with this pistol a few times will fuck all that shit up for you, don’t you think?”
Sweat beads began to appear on his forehead, but he remained silent. “Well, alright,” I said as I lifted the gun into the air. “Waaaait! 2-5-7-8, 2-5-7-8!” he yelled out at the top of his lungs. I looked towards Quandra, and she was already headed back up the stairs. She came back down with a handful of diamonds and a couple stacks of hundred dollar bills. I smiled at Austin, “Cool. Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Tears began to roll down his face as he and his friends sat there dejected. “Now,” Malley said, “I would hate to find out what happens to the one who snitched. I mean, I don’t think you all want that kind of trouble, right?” She pulled out their ID’s, “Austin, Bradley, Donald and um, Hank Ferguson?” They all shook their heads no and with that, we tied them up and left the home.
Chapter 9
Both Serena and Stacey were still out in Rockwall with me. Serena’s job was able to transfer her out here, so she figured this was going to be a permanent change for her. Surprisingly, she liked the city, but she never did much back in Milwaukee anyway so she wasn’t worried about the nightlife. She was good with a bowling alley and a few restaurants to eat out at from time to time, but Stacey was having trouble adjusting. Against our advice, she would go back to Milwaukee from time to time just to check on the house. We both called her almost every hour she was away just to make sure everything was alright with her.
“Girl, if you two don’t stop calling my phone, there is going to be a real problem when I get back there!”
She snapped at us, but she knew that we were just concerned. I figured that she would rather us care too much than not care at all. A few days later, I felt myself getting sick. It felt like the flu was coming over me but I brushed it off. The symptoms had been off and on for a few weeks now, so I didn’t think much of it. It was more annoying than anything else, but after Stacey kept prodding me, I finally went to get checked out. She said she wouldn’t stop bugging me until I did so I took myself to a minute clinic not too far from where I lived.
“Miss Sutton?”
A middle-aged black woman beckoned to me and led me to the back of the office. I sat down, and she pulled up a chair next to me.
“So, what seems to be the problem? You’re just feeling a little sick?”
“Yeah, off and on for the past few weeks.”
“Really?” she straightened her glasses as she glared down at a paper I filled out when I came in, “what are your symptoms?”
“A runny nose, sore throat, stomach ache, and a headache from time to time.”
“Do you feel tired?”
“Yeah, but it’s not too bad.”
“Hm,” she glanced back up at me, “have you gotten a flu shot?”
“No, ma’am.”
“It sounds like flu symptoms to me. When was the last time you had a checkup?”
“Um, I really don’t know. I honestly haven’t been to the doctor in a while.”
“Really?” she smiled, “now, Miss Sutton, you can’t live your life that way. Something could be wrong with you, and you’d never know. You are a beautiful young woman, but honestly, high blood pressure and kidney failure are silent killers and it is best to know if you have any of those things so you can get a hold of it before it is too late. Do you know if there is a history of high blood pressure or anything like that in your family?”
“I’m not sure. My grandmother had high blood pressure, though.”
“Had?”
“Yeah. She passed away almost a year ago.”
“Oh,” her countenance was dejected, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I’m sorry to say it.”
“How did she die, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Cancer.”
“That is tough, and again, I’m sorry for your loss. How about we get you checked out, okay? I mean, just get some blood drawn for starters and we can go from there. Is that alright with you?”
I paused for a moment. As much as I had been through in my life, needles should be the last thing that caused me to be apprehensive, but it was just something about the long end that they stick inside of your arm. Maybe it was because my mother and uncle died with needles in their veins and I didn’t want anything to do with them. Now that I think about it, I would have to say that is exactly what it was. The doctor regained my attention,
“Miss Sutton? Is that alright?”
“I have a thing about needles.”
She laughed, “Oh, you big baby,” she said, tapping me on my knee, “what if I promise you that it’ll be over before you know it.”
“It’s not the pain; it’s just the sight of the needle.”
She looked to the right momentarily and then turned back towards me, “If that is all it is, I can take care of it, and you will never see a thing.”
After a little bit more prodding on her end, I finally gave in to her request. She seemed as if she was concerned and it honestly reminded me of Stacey’s persistence. It was one of the things that helped me realize that I was actually cared for and, coming from a woman I had never met before, I couldn’t help but feel the same way towards her. She left the room and came back in moments later with a small box and a dark cloth. She sat everything on the table to her right and stared into my eyes,
“Ok, now Miss Sutton.”
“You can call me Lyric.”
She smiled, “Okay, Lyric. Now, I am going to put this cloth around your eyes, all right?”
I took a deep breath, “Okay.”
She tied it around my head, and it made everything around me pitch black. “Now, I just want you to keep still, okay? I’m going to make this as painless as possible.” I relaxed in my seat as I felt the bandage tighten around my arm. My heart raced as flashes of my uncle on the ground in the trap house with his eyes open danced through my head. His cold, blank stare stained my thoughts and in moments, tears began flowing from my eyes. I saw my mother in her casket with her arms folded across her chest, just a shell of who she was left for me to see. My mind rewound to her last breaths, and I never saw what positioned she died in, but my imagination had no problem filling in the gaps. She sat on an old, beat up recliner. Pieces of the material were torn off, exposing the white cotton that was packed inside of it. One of the arms was fully exposed, showing the wooden part that held it up. A blue, rubber-like material was tied around her bicep as she put the needle into her vein. Moments later, her head dipped back against the headrest and her hand dropped to her side. Slobber dripped slowly from the corner of her mouth and seconds later, her eyes shut for the very last time.
The doctor took the bandage from around my head, “Okay, we’re all finished,” she said with a smile. Suddenly, her smile faded as the tears fell solemnly from my eyes. I peered back at her. “Lyric? Did it hurt? What’s wrong?” she asked, scooting closer to me. I looked down at the spot where she had stuck the needle into my arm. There was tape wrapped around it with a cotton ball at the point the needle broke my skin. “Lyric? Sweetheart, what is it?” she asked again. I wiped the tears from my eyes and pulled my sleeve back down. “Nothing,” I said, “I’m fine. It didn’t hurt at all; I was just thinking about some other things.” She looked down at my arm and suddenly, it was like she could put the pieces together on her own. I don’t know how she could, but she stood up and put her arms around me. I thought it was weird, this woman that I’ve never met before a day in my life caring for me as if she’d known me since the day I was born.
A few weeks passed when the doctor left a voicemail on my phone,
“Lyric Sutton? Hi, this is Dr. Carter from the minute clinic. We have your results here, but I would like for you to come to my office, not the minute clinic. I want to discuss your results with you, okay? Please contact me as soon as possible.”
