is she?” asked Krazy.
“She’s a buddy of mine’s old lady. He’d flip his wig if he knew I had her do something like that,” said Jason.
“I mean, he ain’t gotta know. And I’ma make it worth both y’all while. I ain’t gonna lie. I’ma try’na see her,” Krazy said, peeking from behind the curtain out into the truck. He flicked his tongue seductively at the woman as they met eyes. She broke into a smile and shook her head.
“See, she’s with it,” said Krazy as he let the curtain close.
“I tell you what. Let me talk to her, and if she’s okay with it, I’ll send her up. But it won’t be tonight, ’cause her old man’s at my house partying.”
“A’ight, just set it up for whenever,” said Krazy. He was lost and turned out ever since Gator sicced those white broads on him at the spot. Lately, all he wanted was some pink toes.
Trey stepped back in the room and handed Jason his eight stones.
“Don’t forget me,” said Krazy as he opened the door for Jason. He flicked his tongue again at the woman, to which she covered her face to conceal her blushing.
“I’m tellin’ you, my nigga. We got that bitch,” said Krazy as he locked the door.
“What he say? He gon’ hook it up?” asked Trey.
“Yeah. I’m tellin’ you. You ain’t had no head until you get some dome from one of these snow bunnies while they high off that shit. It’s like they be in another world, just them and yo’ dick.”
“I ain’t fuckin’ with you.” Trey laughed.
“She look like she got that lockjaw, too,” said Krazy as he continued to fantasize about ole girl. He flopped down on the sofa and flicked through the channels, looking for something good to watch.
“Leave it right there,” Trey said.
“You see how them Mexican mothafuckas gettin’ money. That’s how we should be doin’ it,” said Krazy. It was a documentary about the Mexican Mafia out in California.
“Word,” Trey agreed as he pretended he was standing right next to the short, fat Mexican who seemed to be running shit.
“That can be us,” said Krazy.
They rolled up two joints and kicked back, each lost in la-la land, fantasizing about a life of luxury. Krazy thought about all the pink toes he could afford with that kind of money, while Trey plotted on a new Beamer. Slowly but surely, Trey was falling in love with the game. J-Bo knew a week of seeing that out of town money would have all they young asses turned out. It’s what the game did to him.
Chapter Eight
Four days had gone by since Jason told Krazy he’d hook him up with pink toes. Every time Jason would come cop, Krazy would be pressing the shit out of him about ole girl. Finally, he just chalked up that she wasn’t gon’ show. He kept quoting some old pimp line he heard back in Detroit to Trey, who was tired of hearing it.
“I know, I know. Ain’t but two things you never seen before: a UFO and a hoe that won’t go.” Trey took the words out of Krazy’s mouth.
“You damn right,” said Krazy as he got up and started pacing the floor. The small-ass room was closing in on him. The shit was boring as a mothafucka, and a nigga with as much energy as Krazy needed some type of action. Selling crack to crackers all day didn’t constitute action for him.
“Who is it?” he shouted as someone knocked on the door.
“Mandy,” a soft white woman’s voice said.
Krazy rushed over to the door and snatched it open. It was ole girl who he’d been sweating the hell out of Jason about.
“Aren’t you going to let me in?” asked Mandy.
“My bad. Yeah, come on in.” Krazy snapped out of his brief daze. He was lost in the young woman’s curves. She wore next to nothing. Her outfit consisted of a wife-beater, Daisy-Duke shorts, and some thong flip-flops.
“Yeah, come on in,” Krazy said with a bit of rhythm. He quickly locked up the door, then joined pink toes on the sofa.
“What you say your name was?” asked Krazy.
“Mandy.”
“Well, I’m Krazy, and this is my boy, Trey.”
Krazy was all up close and personal with Mandy. He stretched his arm around her back and leaned toward her so he could get a full view of her perfect titties. His eyes traveled down to somewhere between her thighs.
“So, um,” Krazy began. He concentrated on Mandy’s camel toe between her legs. “What’s up? Did Jason holla at you?”
“Yeah. I would have came days ago, but my old man took a few days off work. But here I am.”
“Yes, you are,” said Krazy.
Trey pulled beside Mandy, and together he and Krazy took turns getting her ready.
“So, I’m sayin’. You gon’ do that for me, or what?” Trey whispered into her ear.
“I guess so. But can I have something to get me started? I’m a lot better when I’m rolling,” said Mandy.
Hearing her talk like that made both Krazy’s and Trey’s dicks hard. Krazy leaped from the sofa and ran inside the bathroom. He tapped on the toilet pipe, then slid the ceiling back.
“What’s up?” asked Willie as he bent down next to the hole.
“I need one,” said Krazy.
“A’ight. Where’s the money?”
“Nigga, just give me one. We got this little freak bitch down here. Me and Trey ’bout to bust her head.”
“I’m on my way down,” said Willie.
“Nah, you gon’ fuck the move up. Plus, I don’t want Wink ass to know, ’cause he gon’ be trippin’ ’bout the money. Just give me the stone.”
“A’ight, but tomorrow we switchin’ out. I’m tired of sittin’ up here all day,” said Willie. He passed Krazy a rock, then closed the hole up.
“Who was that?” Wink asked from the bathroom door.
“Krazy. He wanted to know if he could do a deal for eighty. I told him no shorts, no losses.”
“How much more work we gotta sell?” asked Willie as he followed Wink back into the living room.
“By the looks of it, we should be finished by tomorrow morning. So, we’ll be done a day early. Unless J-Bo shoots us down some more work.”
Back downstairs, Krazy and Trey had Mandy’s thick white ass in the buck. She had hit her pipe and was on cloud nine. She sucked Trey’s dick like a porn star would. She had her eyes closed and held it delicately with two fingers. She would deep throat his entire dick, then pull it out and lick around the head. All the while, Krazy’s freaky-zeaky ass was drilling her from the back. He was the only one ass naked. He took everything off except his long white tube socks, the ones with the green stripes at the top.
Suddenly, there was a loud pound on the door. The pounding grew louder with each thrust. Whoever it was sure wasn’t leaving. The noise was messing up both Krazy’s and Trey’s concentration.
“Man, who is it?” yelled Krazy as he slid out of the pussy.
“Mandy, get your cunt out here now! You little whore, I know you’re in there.”
Mandy snapped out of her crack state of mind. She held Trey’s stiff dick in her hand while looking back from the sofa at the door.
“That’s my husband,” she whispered.
“I