Hit It and Quit it…
Had to get away, far away from that scene that would’ve had me down for a murder count, I’m talking life on this one. Tracy had her fun and advantage over me, soon I was going to get my revenge back. But talking revenge wouldn’t get me anywhere right now, so cooling down would help. I hopped into my cream colored Cadillac Escalade and cruised the streets to clear my mind. Slow jam hour was on WAMO as time reached twelve in the morning. I pulled into the city to one of the hideaway spots so many won’t notice me or show attention to me. I stopped near a bar on Fifth Avenue called, “The Hot Spot”. The hidden bar was lightly crowded with a jazz band playing some low tempo blues. From the looks of it, the place was versatile with many people there, I even seen some G’s chilling in the back corner conversing casually. I nodded in respect towards the G’s and they gave the respect back. I walked over to the opposite corner and took a seat.
“Love is a fucking joke…” I said to myself as I lit a Black and Mild.
I tilted my fitted low so my eyes didn’t show to anyone who looked at me and replayed the events in my mind. I couldn’t believe she was fucking around on me with another nigga, especially a Blood. I know our generation doesn’t believe in respect but damn…It’s a move that she knew would corrupt my pride, but shutting her out only made my pride stronger. The thing that affects me the most is my urge to never dedicate to love again. I took a hard drag of the Black and erased the fresh memory from my mind. I waved my hand for some service and caught a caramel honey’s attention.
“Welcome to The Hot Spot. I’m your waitress for tonight.” The familiar voice said.
I didn’t bother to look up but I gave her my order, “Long Island Iced Tea please.”
“Alright, I’ll be here with your order soon.” The waitress said.
I responded, “Thank you.”
As she turned around, I lifted my fitted off so I could get a better view of the girl that was waiting on me. The figure looked familiar as she went between tables, but I decided to ignore it.
“Here’s your iced tea sir, enjoy your drink and holla at me if you need anything else.” The waitress said.
I took a sip of my iced tea and smiled, “Thanks ma. Oh and what’s your name?”
“Jordan…” She responded.
I smiled and lifted my fitted, “Nice to meet you again.”
I watched a smile stretch across her face, “Dallas…no wonder you sounded so familiar. Why such a low profile?”
“Just me being the mysterious nigga I am.” I said softly, “Would you like to chill with me?”
“Yeah, but give me fifteen minutes. My shift isn’t finished yet.” Jordan said while shifting her weight.
I nodded, “Aight cool. What you drinking?”
“Apple Martini, you going to buy me a drink?” He said with a little smirk on her face.
“Since you’re keeping me company on a lonely night, then yeah I’ll hook you up.”
After chilling in think mode for the fifteen minutes that Jordan was working her shift, soon Jordan came to join me with her Apple Martini. We talked about everything from her love for dancing to my love for poetry. Though she didn’t know how bad that party had me feeling, she knew how to make me smile. Our conversation lasted for almost three hours with many laughs. I noticed her tiredness through the gloss on her light brown eyes.
“Need a ride home?” I asked.
She smiled and yawned lightly, “Thanks but nah, I push my own whip.”
I laughed, “Such an independent woman.”
As she stood up, I stood by her side and walked out of the bar with her.
“I’ll at least escort you to your car. There’s still gentleman around here.” I said as we walked to the parking lot across the street.
“I’m cool with that Dallas, and I see you are a gentleman.” Jordan said.
We arrived at her car. She was riding a black Mitsubishi Eclipse, nice for a lady with her style. She gave me the impression that she lived the wild life with the street-racing look of her car. Jordan hit the alarm on her car and I opened the driver’s door for her. With a smile, she got inside the car and I shut the door for her.
“More of your gentleman?” Jordan asked.
“More of me alone…Just how I roll.” I said, “I see you at next class…goodnight.”
I didn’t care about the gas prices, I was going to keep driving until dawn. My time with Jordan was something to cherish, especially since it was a surprising moment. Though she was in normal working clothes, she looked fine. Jordan was a girl with ambition and brains, even had a little thug side to her. She grew up in the hoods of Baltimore and moved to Pittsburgh when she was 17 years old. Playing sports was her thing along with dancing and writing. We shared some of the same interests and liked some of the same things. The only thing we didn’t agree with was when that gang talk came up. Good thing I didn’t bring up any of my street business.
After my cruising journey through town, I finally decided to head home to my reality of being cheated on in front of my own eyes. I pulled up in front of my townhouse on the North Side of the city. So far, no sign of anything from Tracy. The house looks the same of how it was the night we left. The only thing different was the pot of freshly brewed coffee in the kitchen. I walked upstairs to the master bedroom to see the door slightly open. When I opened the door, I seen papers laying around with writing on them. I kneeled down and picked up the poem with orange and blue writing. I smiled at the sight of this special poem that we both wrote together one night.
“Damn…” I said as I looked over the poetry.
“Surprised to see you here…” A voice said behind me.
I turned around and look at Tracy with saddened eyes. She walked toe to toe with me and looked down.
I spoke softly, “I’m just here to get my stuff. You can keep the house and everything…”
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, “Dallas…You don’t’ have to go…”
“It’s too late,” I protested, “You showed me your true colors…”
“Wish I never did…” She said softly.
I walked past her and went to my side of the bed to get my poetry books and stashed personal items. I grabbed all the luggage I had and filled them with clothes, shoes, and all the accessories I owned. A couple of times I walked past Tracy and noticed her silent tears. Though she hurt me last night, the sight of her tears made me weak inside. After taking my bags downstairs and calling Chico, I went upstairs to the bathroom to see Tracy washing her face. I stood behind her and watched her wash her face with a damp and soaped up washcloth. When Tracy was finished, she made eye contact with me through the mirror. I shyly smiled and placed my hand on her side. Tracy caressed my hand and turned around.
“I guess this is goodbye…” Tracy said softly.
I traced my fingers against her lips and smiled a little “I’ll miss you…”
Tracy wrapped her arms around my neck and gently caressed it, “So will I…”
I didn’t know if it was my brain that kicked in or my dick, but I knew I couldn’t resist the shorty I was holding onto. I leaned down and kissed her lips gently. I noticed the hesitation from her lips, but she soon responded with passion. I found my hands sliding down her waist to her plumb behind. I knew what she wanted, so I used it to my advantage and took it to the next level. I picked her up and carried her off into the bedroom. I laid her down on the bad and scanned her body with my lustful eyes. With my hand, I caressed her baby soft face, then slid my hand down her body and lifted her shirt to her breasts. I sent gentle kisses from hr navel up to her erect nipples that were staring dead into my eyes. Tracy started to breathe heavily as I licked and sucked on her ample breasts. My hands traveled down and unbuttoned her skin tight jeans.
“Damn nigga…” She moaned, “What are you doing to me…?”
I moved her thong aside and began to caress her swollen cherry with precision. Just the feeling of her love juice made my shaft become erect with excitement. I knew my mind was out of it because I didn’t even think of a condom. But we’re grown a little raw doggin’ never heart anybody right? I pulled it out and rubbed my warmth against her inner thigh. Just from that touch I felt her become wetter than before.
Flexibility is always a plus when it comes to no strings attached sex. Using it to my advantage, I had Tracy’s legs up on my shoulders as I dug deep inside of her. Those guttural moans and groans came out of her as I worked her love canal like no other. Her teeth were clenching tight, her hands were wandering and grabbing the sheets. We were so deep into the zone that it would be forever until we came back. “Raw, Uncut, damn that feels better than anything…” I said in my mind. I felt Tracy’s walls start to contract and her rush hit me like a river of anxious lust going for its desire…
As Tracy slept, I bounced out of the house around 11 that night. I called my grandma to tell her I’m crashing at her spot for the night. After taking a shower and cooking some food, I stretched out on my bed and recapped the past two days. Getting cheated on, blowing up a future, meeting up with a mysterious shorty, and fucking someone I hate with my heart. No regrets…Right?
They Don’t Call Them Condoms For Nothing...
“AHHHH! SHIT! I’M BURNING!” I exclaimed while I was taking my morning leak.
I was hopping around with my legs looking like I was bow-legged as my dick burned with intensity. Shit, I couldn’t take it anymore so I ran downstairs to the kitchen to put ice on it.
“Where did she go…” I said under my breath as I walked from room to room looking for my grandma. When I looked in the den I seen a note on the nightstand in her favorite stationery paper.
Dallas,
I’m going to the market to pick up some things for dinner tonight. Call Angelo and tell him to come past for dinner tonight too. Call the cell if you need anything.
Love you,
G-Ma
“Shit!” I screamed to myself, “She just had to leave.”
I sat down for a moment with the ice still on me. I was thinking about why I had to fuck Tracy last night. Sex was good but the aftermath wasn’t worth it. What goes around, comes around…Hopefully in that case it won’t mean pregnancy. I went back upstairs to take another shower, thinking that it would take the burning sensation away. Even after the shower, things didn’t get any better.
I threw on a black beater, a white polo, a pair of Sean Jean jeans, and all white New Balances, and then called up Angelo. The phone rang twice before he picked up
“What it is?” Chico said as he answered the phone.
“Yo bro, Tracy got me burning nigga!” I said to him.
Chico laughed, “After the party, she got me heated too. Fuck up me and Keiona’s party with her dumb shit!? I ought to smack her ass senseless!”
I busted out with laughter, “You dumb as hell Chico. I’m talking about my dick burning.”
“Who the hell did you fuck!?” If it was Tracy then I’m beating your ass.” He said sternly.
“Aight then, to avoid my future beating, I will not be telling you what I did.” I said.
I heard Chico laugh again, “Call Keiona, she know how to handle this.”
“Thanks. Oh yeah, G-Ma wants y’all to come past for dinner.” I told him.
“Cool,” He said, “I’ll see you then.”
After talking to Chico, I called up my best friend and soon to be sister, Keiona, up at her law firm. I went through the whole process of find her. I sat on hold for almost ten minutes until Keiona finally picked up.
“Keiona Ashton.” She said in a professional tone.
I sighed softly, “Miss Ashton, I’m in a predicament.”
“Mr. DiMonte, what can I do for you?” She asked.
I chuckled a little, “Well…my shit is burning like hell. I called Chico and he told me to call you. I’m hoping that you’re on break because if I drive to the hospital while burning, I’ll probably wreck.
Keiona started laughing, “You got that horny huh?”
“Maybe…” I said while blushing.
“Alright, alright. I’ll call up the hospital for an appointment and I’ll come around to get you in 15.” She said.
I sighed and smiled a little, “You are a savior to a horny thug sis. I’ll see you.”
“So, how was your first raw doggin’ sex experience?” Keiona asked as she was pushing down Lawrenceville. I kept staring out the window, staring off into the sky.
“It was ok…”I said quietly.
For the rest of the car ride, it was silent. I’m guessing Keiona knew to lay off the subject for a while. My mind was zoned out. My thoughts were finally coming together after the confusion of being in a one way love.
Minutes later, we got into Oakland and headed on Forbes Avenue to UPMC. Like usual, Oakland was crowded with college students going to and fro from class on the University of Pittsburgh campus. It enjoyed me to see people making an opportunity in college since I’ve had the opportunity to do the same with my life. Though it’s overshadowed by gang activity, I replayed the events of my college graduation from the University of Pitt. Bachelors in business and management would be the next move in life.
“Still zoning?” Keiona said as she was going into the parking garage, breaking the silence between us.
“Always zoning…” I responded softly.
“Should’ve known that.” She said while turning of the ignition.
I got out of her Midnight Blue Lamborghini and stretched a little while Keiona was talking to one of her clients on the phone. After she was finished, we headed into the hospital.
“Mr. DiMonte, Dr. Scott will see you now.” The nurse called out to me.
I walked out of the waiting room after the casual half an hour wait with nothing but boring magazines to read, and followed the plump, motherly looking nurse to one of the patient rooms.
“Alright Mr. DiMonte, take your clothes off and put a robe and meet me next door so I can’t give you your up to date physical.” The nurse said sweetly.
While I was changing, I turned my phone on and listened to my voicemails. The first three messages were from Tracy that I deleted right away. The next two were from the Homewood leader, Jackson Allen a.k.a. the Joker. First it was the casual greeting and run down on the East Side gossip, life, and what the stupid lil’ wannabe thugs are doing. The second one was more urgent and it spoke of the Bloods hassling our Crips that were coming home from school, but he said he got it handled. I trusted Joker with his judgment and let him handle that problem.
I walked into the next room and got my physical done. Height and weight was in proportion with each other, blood pressure was good, and my overall health except for burning was healthy. Minutes later, Dr. Scott and Keiona walked into the room while casually talking.
Keiona said, “D, I think you should remember Lisa Scott?”
“You mean the senior I kept talking about my freshman year?” I exclaimed with a surprised look in my eyes.
They both laughed and Keiona said, “Yeah, the one you used to call me about almost every day. Like the time when she first waved at you and you picked up her books when they fell.”
I smiled and blushed a little, “Oh wow…what’s up Lisa?”
Lisa smiled, “We’ll for now I’m going to see what’s wrong with you and get everything together so you can pee now.”
I laughed, “Oh yeah.”
“Aye Dallas come here real quick.” Keiona asked me.
I walked over to her, “Yeah?”
Keiona slapped me against the back of my head and said, “Next time wear a damn condom nigga.”
I rubbed my head and laughed with the ladies…no doubt that was a definite reality smack.
They Call Him…El Diablo
With every normal life, there is the dark side that shows the alter ego. With every open window, there is the time when the window closes and you see nothing but darkness. The heart is preserved but the black hole that takes the place of the heart expands with fury. Even the gentlest soul can become a demon, thus bringing…El Diablo.
“El D, everyone is here…” Jackson said.
I grabbed one of my Cuban Cigars and lit it. I let the fumes enter my body, sending me into a high of ambition and control. I stood up and fixed my jet black Armani suit and glided out into the conference room. The conference room was a room with vivid presentation. Al the armchairs was a maple color made in fine leather with fourteen karat gold trim, large, gold and diamond chandeliers placed on top of the ceiling with hidden cameras watching everyone’s moves with the security screens under my side of the table so I can watch moves that even the most diabolical person can’t perform. The structure of the room resembled a miniature dome with maple wood trim and cream walls. Inside everyone was casually conversing about the most notorious pimp, Top Dawg, getting killed in his home by one of his bitches. I took my seat in silence and smoked in silence as they continued the conversation.
“Greetings everyone…” I spoke loudly.
Their attention turned to me and I gave a cold stare into each person’s eyes.
I kept the stare with the East Side Blood leader, Inferno. He sat there with a smart ass smirk on his face that tempted me to slap the shit out of. I smiled warmly at him, not even showing the bit of anger in my face.
I took a deep breath and tapped the ashes from my cigar into the ashtray and said, “These kids are our future right?”
“Yeah El Diablo,” The G leader Bone said, “They determine whether our associations will be around.”
Tito the Latin King Leader said, “King ain’t letting the recruits into the Latin Kings until the pass high school. To me that is one of the best moves he has made, oh and King told me to pass this to you. It’s a little something for your troubles because Bird was working undercover and we were about to get ambushed if it wasn’t for your move.”
“Tell King I said thank you.” I said while nodding, “Now I’m about to push this education thing to college because these little niggas are dumb.”
Inferno laughed, “You just a little nigga ya damn self El Diablo. This is ya dumb ass generation pulling this lazy shit and not doing their jobs!”
“Fuck that Inferno!” I exclaimed, “Your niggas are fucking with teenagers just because they rep the colors and are forced to go to the school their neighborhood is in. Y’all just like the home court advantage, if anything I wish I could get them all on the North Side so y’all niggas won’t fuck with them no more!
Inferno slammed his fist upon the table, “It’s either school or the fucking thug life! There can’t be no shit between!”
“I disagree…” Bone said.
“I’m with bone!” Tito said, “The more kids know, the more they can bring to society from the white man’s social point of view.”
I nodded, “We don’t want to live to our own stereotype, and we want to at least strive to be better.”
“This bullshit is over! El D, I got you…you lil’ pussy ass nigga!” Inferno said as he was walking over to me.
I stood up and towered his 5’11” frame, “Since you talk so much shit, get me then…you pussy as nigga. This shit ain’t over yet and you know it, next time anybody be hassling because these kids are subjected to go to their home schools I’m killing. If they ain’t doing nothing, then leave them the fuck alone…Right INFERNO!?”
We stood there toe to toe in silence after my statement. Evil glares were shot between Inferno and I. I knew that this nigga wasn’t going to make a move with out his balls a.k.a. back up. I wasn’t going to pop off either because if Inferno goes out, Tito will have to pop too because of loyalty no matter how much he hated Bloods. Bone cocked his glock and glared at Tito and Tito watched me closely. I respected his seniority of being in the game for decades and backed down from Inferno. Bone put his infamous chrome 9mm away and Tito took a deep breath.
“About time the great El Diablo plays the Crab ass nigga we all know him to be.” Inferno said while laughing hysterically.
I took a quick laugh with his great amount of immaturity and cockiness. Pops always told me to never let my guard down, and to obtain common sense because the way my temper flows I could go from Gandhi to Hitler in seconds.
“Dismiss yourselves…” I said to the group.
And Beauty is her Name…
The thug life never ends for a curious young leader who pops with his nine and leads people into the never ending slaughter of colors. Has the minority men been downed so low that we have a fucked up mind of ambition and no sense of pride? That we only live to be more powerful than the next man of color but we can never overpower the white man? Obvious to my hazels that tend to look beyond the inner walls that I’m damned to…
Soon I hope to leave this lifestyle, but it isn’t as easy as I would expect it to be. The threat of getting shot, the threat of putting innocent bystanders in the position of being taken out because of my decision, it all doesn’t need to happen. Either way, I can plan to live happily soon…
To clear my mind, I decided to change out of that professional style and into the calm style of a black polo, a pair of khaki Dickies’ and a pair of all black Air Forces. I went out to lows on the Waterfront to catch a late movie.
When I arrived there, it was like the usual…no good movies and swarmed with a bunch of teenagers trying to get hit with a PDA. It all brought back memories of when I was young, dumb and out of control. I smiled at the carefree attitude of the kids, in my mind missing all the fun. I entered the movie theater and decided to catch one of them chick flicks that nobody would see me in. Plus, I can stand the chick flicks and to learn more ways to portray love.
After getting a box of Nerds, popcorn, and the biggest size of soda they offer, I entered the sparsely populated movie theater and seen nothing but cuddled up lovers. They were either watching the movie, “Just Like Heaven”, sharing endless kisses until they have the desire to fuck, or enjoying the moment where even the simple intertwining of fingers make tonight a special night. Through the look of my eyes, it all seemed lovingly sick but to my heart, I wish I had someone to share the moment with.
I moved to the front of the theater and took my seat. I can tell that the people behind me were watching me like I’m an insane fiend for them romantic movies. The part came up where Reese Witherspoon got hit by that 16 wheeler. I heard girls squeal and jump in the back which put that amusement in me. As I turned around in slight laughter I seen one familiar face again…Jordan. From her gaze towards the screen, I could tell she was into the movie, and the nigga next to her was waiting for the night to be over so the boning can begin.
About an hour and a half later the movie ended. I can’t say that I walked out in disappointment but like usual the prediction I had was true. The night was still young, so I decided to play a couple of games they had at the opposite exit. As I walked over towards the games, I seen Jordan and her date already over there. She was looking nice in her Baby Phat skin tight jeans with a matching black shirt and a pair of black Timberland Stilettos. The nigga who she was with looked to be about 6’1” with a small build despite his excessively baggy clothes that tried to make him look big, he had a short fro with a fresh face, brown eyes and platinum fronts in his mouth. From playing Mortal Kombat, I over heard their conversation.
“Cameron, how you like the movie?” Jordan asked.
Cameron yawned, “It was alright. We should’ve seen a scary movie or something.”
“We still can,” Jordan responded.
Cameron laughed, “Nah baby I’m cool. How about we get something else going and make our own movie.”
“Slow ya roll nigga, we’ve only been on three dates and you thinking about that?” She said in an irritated tone.
Cameron laughed and put his arms around her waist, “Come on girl…you know you my boo, so let your nigga hit that.
She smiled seductively, “Now Cameron daddy…my man ain’t going to be feelin’ that…”
“Fuck ya man cause when you with me, he don’t matter.” He said with cockiness in his voice.
Jordan pushed him off of her and walked away, “Peace nigga, go fuck some other girl because I ain’t the one.”
“Yo Jordan! I ain’t mean that girl. You know you mean a lot to me!” Cameron hollered.
“Fuck that nigga! We done Cameron!” Jordan hollered back.
Can you say one dramatic scene in the span of 10 minutes? Can’t say she was in the happiest mood because stupid lust just fucked up a good night and obviously that pushed her limit quickly. I’ve played that position, and conquered it, from experience…Nigga truly fucked up. I moved over to one of the driving games close to where Cameron was. Though I was into the game to an extent, I overheard Cameron’s conversation with another female. Come to find out that he made a plan with another girl to fuck…
“Damn…” I said silently.
“Tell me why this nigga is still trying to bone…” Jordan said to herself as she walked out of the bathroom towards me.
“Basically that is the only thing that’s on his mind.” I called out.
Jordan turned around and looked at me with a blank expression on her face. I stood up in front of her and smiled shyly. Jordan’s caramel cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
“Dramatic night from my perspective…” I said softly.
Jordan sighed softly, “You know it Mr. Man of Mystery. How long were you eavesdropping on our slightly noticeable argument?”
“Since I was playing Mortal Kombat and noticing how much of an ass he is.” I said.
“You took the words out of my mouth.” Jordan said while laughing.
I looked down at my phone for the time. It was about to be eleven o’clock.
“The night is still young…You wanna take a walk along the Waterfront?” I asked.
Jordan smiled brightly, “Yeah. I’d like that.”
“We walked out of the movie theater to the calm feeling of the air against our skin outside. A light breeze came through, making Jordan’s hair dance in to the melody of the wind. My eyes couldn’t help but take quick glances at her. We walked the river path in silence. I turned off my cell and two-way so nobody bothers me for this moment.
“Dallas, you ain’t been to class in a couple of weeks…” Jordan said.
I looked at her, “I guess the dark side has been calling a little too much.”
“The dark side?” Jordan said in confusion while shifting her weight on her legs.
“How about we take a seat and talk about it.” I said pointing at the bench ahead of us. | 
