Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) (18 page)

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So, pretty girls don’t fight? They are supposed to allow people to walk all over them?

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I'm not saying that at all. D don't want that girl, she ain't nothing but a stripper.”

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She's my cousin and she knew what was up between me and D.”

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So this is D’s fault?”

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No, it’s no one’s fault. Look I apologize for what happen. Now if you will excuse me.”

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Not so fast. At least tell me your name.”

Jazz shook her head at the thought of dudes always flirting. She told him her name. He then told her his name. During Brian and Jazz’s convo, she learned that the party was for his twin brother. She also learned that he was a Marine and would be stationed in Cali for a few months. He gave her his card and asked her to call him if time permits. Jazz said that she may and got in Peter's 745 and left. Brian walked back in the house. Neither him nor Jazz noticed mask men watching them. After being on the road for twenty minutes, Jazz’s tire blew out. “Dammit; not now.” She cried. She looked in her purse and got her cell. There was only one bar left and it was red. She called Peter and he called AAA on three way. After her and Peter talked to her until her battery died.

Back in Malibu

After Jazz left, Yay went to the bathroom to call Peter. She couldn’t wait to get him on the line so she could let him know how stupid he is. She pulled her Blackberry from her bag and dialed Peter's number. No time for Yay-Yay’s drama, Peter sent her to voicemail. She called back two more times and was sent to voicemail again: by that time she figured out Peter was doing it intentionally. That was fine with her, one way or the other she was about to burst his bubble by letting him know that the bitch he thought was so innocent, the tramp he gave her job to; is not who he thinks she is. 
So she left him a message telling him what she found out when she saw Jazz at the hospital and what had just went down.. That was not good enough. She decided to call Jazz; w
ithout ringing, Jazz’s phone went straight to voicemail. Yay assumed her phone was dead.  She would curse her out another day. She put her phone back inside her bag, and looked herself over in the mirror; she needed more make-up. She went in her bag and pulled out another bag that contained her make-up products.  After applying her make-up, she retrieved her Summer’s Eve wipes, and used them to wipe under her arms and between her legs. That's one thing she did not play: bad hygiene.   Enough with the bullshit she thought, it was time to make that money... Yay stepped out the bathroom and down

the hall. She walked into the second room on the right; that’s where she kept her stuff. She walked in the room and sat her bag on the bed. When she turned around, there stood the red head dude that had been watching her the entire night. 

"What the hell?" She said with her hand on her chest. "Can I help you?" She asked.”

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Did I scare you?” The redhead asked.

She gave him a strange look before she responded by saying,

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A little. Anyway I was just leaving.”

She then began to walk pass the guy but he stopped her.

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Hey, not so fast.” he told her.

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Look, I got money to make and if you ain't spending no money, then I have no time.” She stood there with her hands on her hips. He didn't say anything, instead he looked at her with that same goofy smile, but this time she noticed lust in his eyes. He kind of made her uncomfortable. She wouldn't let him know that.

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After I put on my last show, I'll come check you out. Maybe then you will know what to say or what to do. Now if you will excuse me.” Again she tried to walk past him and out the room.

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Not so fast.” he said and gripped her by her hair.

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You better let my muthafucking hair go.” Yay demanded.

The red head placed his knife to her neck and whispered in her ear,

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Not until I get what I want.”

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It took an hour for AAA to come and change Jazz’s flat and another hour for her to get back to Peter's place.  After what happened, she really didn't feel like being around Peter. To make matters worse, all he talked about while she was waiting for AAA was how he missed her and wanted to lick on her clit. She was so happy her battery died. She didn't want Peter to taste or touch her. It wasn't anything he did, besides fuck up, and caused her to run into another man's arms.  A man that knows what to say and when to say it. A man that makes her smile, a man that calls her just to say how pretty she is, a man that acts like she is the only woman in the world when they are together. A man that's his self when they’re alone and around other people, a man that she gave her love to.... a man that wouldn’t take her love for granted like Pete did. But there was one thing D and P had in common; they showed interest in Yay-Yay..... Ughhhhhhhhhh…

I know this boy didn't go to sleep without even making sure I made it home? Jazz thought. When she pulled up to Peter's house, all the lights were off.   Jazz got out the car and walked up on the front porch, reached in her purse and retrieved her keys. She then unlocked the front door, walked inside and shut the door.

"Peter." She called out. Instead of hearing a response from Peter, she heard moaning coming from the den. It was a girl’s voice. She then heard Peter's voice, “suck this dick, bitch, and suck it.” Jazz stood still. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.  
I can't believe this muthafucka
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You wanna swallow it? You wanna swallow daddy’s nut? No, get up and let me fuck this pussy. Jazz shook her head in disbelief. She wondered who Peter was fucking. I bet it’s that nasty bitch Sabrina. I saw that bitch looking at me when I left. She didn't want to, but she had to see with her own eyes. She needed to prove that Peter was a scandalous ass nigga. And no, the sounds she was hearing wasn't enough to confirm it. She took a few deep breathes and began to walk toward the den.  She then heard a familiar voice. “Ohhhhh daddy, fuck this pussy,” the familiar female voice cried. It couldn’t be. No that's impossible, Jazz thought; these are some dirty muthafuckas. Jazz walked in that den and froze in shock. Peter wasn't fucking anybody. He was sitting in the chair sleep with his dick in his hand. “This my pussy. I own this shit don't I?” Peter said. “Yesssssssssss....” Yay-Yay screamed. Jazz looked from the right to the left, and then behind her, it wasn’t until she looked up at the T.V. that she got the shock of her life…. It was Peter and Yay-Yay fucking, and there was another person watching; it was her friend, Paris.

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You nasty son of a bitch.” Jazz screamed and charged at Peter.

Peter jumped in shock. He looked at Jazz and wondered what was going on.

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I'm about to cummm....Ohhh shit........” He heard Yay’s voice and remembered he got horny and needed to bust a nut.  He forgot to turn off the porno.

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I hate you. I hope you die. You nasty son of a bitch.” Jazz screamed.

Peter tried to grab her, but it was hard for him to because of the two cast on his legs.

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Don't you ever fucking touch me. Don't call me. Don't say shit to me. Act like we never met. That's what I'm going to do. You fucking bastard.”

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Jazz, I'm sorry.” Peter said.

He was disgusting sitting there with his dick hanging out of his boxers. She frowned up her face and shook her head.

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You are sorry. You’re a sorry, nasty, son of a bitch.” She then began to walk out the door.

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What about you?” Peter said.

Jazz stopped in her tracks. “Me, what about me? You’re kidding right?”

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You gave Diesel what you were supposed to be saving for me.” Jazz chuckled. “Did Yay tell you that? Well guess what, I sure in the fuck did.” She walked out with her head held high.

As she was leaving, Ken was walking up. Jazz didn't even acknowledge him. She hurried to Peter's 745, unlocked the door, jumped in and went home. The night was too much for her; she needed her mommy. When she got home, she took a hot shower, went to her mother’s room to see if she was home, she was, but was sleep. She shut her mother’s door back and went to her room and went to sleep.

Back in Malibu

It was now 4am and the party was over. The only ones that were left in the Malibu beach-front was  Arizona draft pick, Mike Sanders, his female for the night, his twin brother Brian Sanders, Diesel and Savanna. Which was perfect. Now Savanna was able to put her plan in motion. The original plan, per Wack, was to do this party with Yay-Yay and a few other girls from the club. While those hoes were entertaining, she was supposed to check out the house for cameras, safes and anything of value. Which she did. That she knew of, there were no cameras. Safes, she did find out there was at least one in the house. The rich dummy mentioned it when he informed his party guest that he was going to retrieve money to tip the strippers. She didn't know exactly what room it was in, but it was in one of the rooms. Once Wack and his goons came in, they would find out where it was. She had done her part. She looked at Diesel. He was beginning to loosen up. He had been in a shitty mood ever since Jazz showed up. It was obvious that he had some type of feelings for her and from the tears she saw run down Jazz’s face, and the way Jazz slapped the shit out of Yay-Yay, she had feelings for him too. Again, that wasn't her business. What they had was between them three. Now that Yay was gone and Wack had no way of knowing how many people were left in the house, unless he came inside, which he wasn't going to do until she gave the green light, she was about to seduce Diesel. Not because she wanted to be with him, no, that wasn't it. She thought he was cool and really cute, but the only thing he was good for was money, and she wanted some. Not just the money Wack was going to give her for setting him and his friends up, nope, she wanted her own. She was tired of living with Wack, fucking him and others whenever he said so. No, Savanna, wanted no more parts of the lifestyle...she watched Diesel as he began to loosen up. Before she slipped something in his drink, he was so uptight. All he did was sit on the couch, drink beer and stare into space. Now he was smiling and looking around the house asking where everyone was at.

"The party’s over man." Said Sanders.

D spoke in a slur,

"Damn, the strippers too?"

"Yep, everyone but her." He said pointing at Savanna. D looked at Savanna. "Why you still here and everyone else gone? You got a special treat for me.

 
Savanna smiled; the drug had kicked in; his speech and the way he was looking at her biting his bottom lip confirmed it.

 
"I sure do." She said walking up on him.

"I'm next." Sanders’ twin brother announced.

Savanna looked at the twin and winked all the while thinking whatever asshole.

"Come on and let's give them their privacy." MS’ girl said.

"Hell no. We sitting right here. You need all the lessons you can get. Besides I might be next."

His girl rolled her eyes at the comment, grabbed her cigarette off the table and sat quiet.

Dammit, White-girl thought. How in the fuck was she going to get D to screw her bareback with the others around? Bingo...the bell in her head sounded. She excused herself and ran to the restroom to doctor up the condom by putting holes in it. On her way back into the living room, she could have sworn she heard sniffles, like someone was crying. She had no time to waste she had to work on her fortune. Once Diesel nutted inside of her she was praying she get pregnant. She had been taking Geritol for weeks hoping when the day came, she would be fertile enough to produce. When she arrived back into the living room, they had the music playing and the lights were dim. Maybe she wouldn't need the defective condom after all. She thought.  Savanna started off by doing a show for the four that was watching. Once she was butt naked, she danced in front of D, giving him all her attention and he loved every minute of it. Like always, Savanna started with giving D a blow job. She stopped right when he was about to burst and quickly hopped on the dick; no one had even noticed or maybe they didn't care no protection was used. Sanders was so turned on by the show, he made his girl blow him off while he watched them. Sanders’ twin changed his mind about fucking Savanna once he saw her pale whit pussy, his dick went down. I love black pussy, he thought as he went to grab a beer and went to the balcony to watch the water. 

"Hey man", Sanders called after his red head friend who was running to his car.
What the fuck wrong with that nigga? He thought when he noticed his shoes and shirt was off
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