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CHAPTER FIVE

DeMarco woke up the next morning in a daze. He looked over at Tiffany, who was asleep next to him. He eased out of the bed, trying not to wake her. He walked into the bathroom pulling out his semihard dick on the way to the toilet and noticed for the first time someone standing there butt-ass naked looking at him.

“Oh shit, my fault,” he said, still holding his dick in his hand.

“That’s a’ight, go ahead and use the bathroom,” she said, staring down at his hand. “I’m Sharon, Tiff’s older sister.”

He wasn’t uncomfortable with her presence. He was working with the right tools; even semihard, it was larger than most. After flushing the toilet he walked over to the sink to wash his hands. He glanced over at Sharon’s nakedness. She hadn’t even attempted to conceal her birthday suit. His eyes moved from top to bottom and stopped at her shaved pussy. His dick was now hard as a brick.

“And your name is . . . ?” she asked, pulling him out of his trance as she slid on a thong.

“DeMarco.”

“Well, nice to meet you, DeMarco. Now I gotta finished gettin dressed before I’m late for work.” Sharon pulled on a matching bra over her firm titties.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too,” he said.

She laughed as he walked out.

DeMarco put on his clothes as he looked at Tiffany sleeping. Finding a pen and paper, he wrote a quick note with his number on it before leaving the room. Sharon was standing in the doorway putting lotion on her body. She looked up and smiled before she pushed the door closed. Laughing to himself, he headed to the front door and let himself out.

* * *

Back at the crib, DeMarco walked straight upstairs to take a shower. After getting dressed, he went into the kitchen where his aunts were sitting talking to his cousin. Money had his head down on the table and was being scolded.

“See, I bet you learned your lesson now,” Momma Paula said as Aunt V. just chuckled.

“What I miss?” DeMarco asked, sitting down at the table.

“Fuckin wit them dumb-ass bitches out there last night, ya dumb-ass cousin got jumped by some dude,” Momma Paula replied.

“What?!” DeMarco yelled, leaping up from his chair. “Nah, niggas ain’t gonna jump my family. Money, where them niggas at?”

“Boy, sit down! Ain’t nobody jump nobody. They fought right there out front. He let some lil’ 5'3" shrimp whip his ass,” Aunt V. said before laughing again.

Looking at Money with his head still on the table and not saying anything, DeMarco sat back down and burst out laughing too.

“Money, tell me they lyin, yo. Tell me you ain’t let some lil’ nigga whip you out,” DeMarco said.

“Man, shut the fuck up, DeMarco!” Money yelled.

“Wow, gangster, don’t get mad at me! I ain’t the one that whipped you out.”

“A’ight, that’s enough. Boy, don’t you have somethin to do?” Momma Paula said to DeMarco.

“Yeah, I’m gone.” DeMarco grabbed the bag off the table and shook his head as he left the kitchen. He could hear Aunt V. giggling as he headed out of the house.

* * *

After finishing his drops, DeMarco returned home. He was sitting on the porch shooting the breeze with Money when his aunt came to the door to give him the phone. It was Lil’ Nicky.

“Lil’ Nicky, wassup wit you, nigga? When my aunt told me you called and then didn’t call back again, I thought they caught you.”

“Man, fuck them niggas,” Lil’ Nicky replied. “They ain’t gettin me again. But yo, I need to holla at you in a minute.”

“When you ready just holla, a’ight? Take my cell number,” DeMarco said.

“A’ight, let me go finish makin these moves. I’ma holla at you soon.”

“A’ight, Lil’ Nicky, make sure you holla at me. You know I got you,” he said before they hung up.

“Wassup, cuz. You smokin yet?” Money asked as he lit the blunt he’d just finished rolling.

“Nigga, why wouldn’t I be?” DeMarco replied as his cell phone rang. “Yo, who dis?”

“Um, can I speak to DeMarco?” a female voice asked.

“This him. Who dis?”

“This is Jessica from the cell phone store.”

“Oh, wassup, sexy?”

“Nothing. I just decided to call to see what was up with you. You did say I could use the number,” she said.

“That I did. I ain’t doin too much. Just sittin here chillin with my cousin. Why, what’s good?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to chill tonight. Go see a movie or somethin.”

“If it’s with you, I’m down,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Well, okay, um, I live in Harlem, but I can meet you or come pick you up if you want.”

“You know where 119th and Merrick Boulevard is?”

“Yeah, I know where that’s at.”

“Okay, then I’m right there at my auntie’s house,” he said.

“Cool, just stay right there. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Got you,” he replied and hung up.

“Nigga, who was that?” Money asked as he passed DeMarco the blunt.

“This dark-skinned chick from the cell phone store over at Queens Center,” he said.

“The one that look like she could be Stacey Dash’s daughter?” Money asked.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” DeMarco replied with a big smile.

“Fuck outta here, nigga! Shorty like twenty-five-plus. Everybody that go in there be tryna holla at shorty, and she shoot niggas down daily,” Money said with a twisted lip.

“You’ll see when she get here, and remember I ain’t everybody,” DeMarco said with a laugh.

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

Still laughing, DeMarco passed the blunt back to Money as his phone began to ring again. “Yo,” he said.

“Hey, DeMarco, it’s Tiff. Wassup, wit you?”

“Shit, wassup wit you?”

“I was just sittin here wonderin if you were comin through tonight.”

“Nah, I can’t. I got some shit I gotta take care of, but I’ma holla at you if plans change. A’ight?”

“A’ight, hopefully I’ll see you soon. Oh, before I go, my sister said wassup, and next time don’t look so shocked. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

“Nah, tell her I said wassup and I wasn’t shocked, she just caught me by surprise, that’s all,” he said with a grin.

“A’ight, then, call me later,” Tiffany replied.

“I got you,” he said before hanging up and putting his phone down next to him. He picked up a Dutch and started cracking it down the middle. “Ayo, Money, what time is it?”

“Ten after seven,” Money replied, looking down at his phone.

Taking the blunt from Money, DeMarco was growing impatient. He was about to say fuck it and call Tiff back, when a black Honda Accord pulled up in front of the house.

“Who that?” Money asked, trying to see through the tinted windows.

“I don’t know.” DeMarco stood up to get a better view.

The driver’s-side door opened and Money’s jaw dropped. “Hell no!” he shouted as Jessica stepped out of the car.

DeMarco walked down the steps to meet her. He reached out and gave her a hug. “You’re lookin good,” he said, enjoying the view. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a tank top that showed all of her curves. He was damn near drooling thinking about tapping that.

“You’re lookin good yourself,” she said, smiling.

Money cleared his throat.

“Oh, my fault. Jessica, I want you to meet my cousin Money.”

“How you doin, Money? I’ve seen you a couple times in the store, right?”

“Yeah, you did,” Money replied, excited that she remembered.

“A’ight then, cuz, I’ll holla at you later,” DeMarco said as he and Jessica walked back to her whip. Getting in, he looked over at Money and laughed as they pulled off.

As she maneuvered through traffic, DeMarco couldn’t help but stare. She looked much different than the average around-the-way girl. She was sexy, but not trashy.

“If you live all the way in Harlem, what you doin workin in Queens?” DeMarco asked.

“Well, my cousin used to work there,” she replied. “When I came up here from Georgia, I moved in with her and she got me the job.”

“So where are we headed?” DeMarco asked.

“I thought we could go uptown to Willie’s Burgers for somethin to eat,” she replied.

“That’s cool with me. I’m your prisoner until you drop me back off,” he said, making her laugh.

“You’re crazy.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told that a lot, but at least it’s crazy in a good way,” DeMarco said, still laughing.

* * *

After eating, they rode around the city for a while. Neither of them was ready to call it a night, so they sat parked outside his house and talked. Even though he wanted to bend her over, there was something about her that made him want to get to know her on a deeper level.

“So when we gonna do this again?” she asked.

“You call, I’ll come,” he said.

“You’re too much,” she chuckled.

“I know, but for real, whenever you get time, you got my number, and next time it’s on me,” DeMarco said.

“That’s a deal,” she smiled.

“A’ight, so let me let you go, so you won’t be all tired at work tomorrow,” he said, leaning over and giving her a hug.

“See you soon, crazy,” she said as he got out.

“Looking forward to it,” he replied.

As she pulled off, DeMarco looked at his phone and saw that he had seven missed calls. He checked the time of the last one—12:30 a.m.—and decided not to call back since it was already 1:15. Entering the house, he said hello to his Aunt V. and went to his room. Closing the door behind him, he kicked off his sneakers, jeans, and fell back onto the bed. Just as he was about to fall asleep, his pager went off, but he decided to ignore it.

* * *

His pager was blowing up again. He snatched it off the nightstand and looked at it. Damn, who the fuck is this? he thought, remembering the same number from the night before.

“Hello,” a female voice said after the third ring.

“Who dis? Somebody paged me from here?” DeMarco asked.

“Yeah, nigga, it’s your fucking cousin!” Steph yelled.

“Oh, wassup, cuz?”

“Don’t wassup me, nigga, where the hell you at?” she asked.

“At the house, why?”

“I need to see you now. We got a problem.”

“Where you at?” DeMarco asked.

“Just meet me at my house,” she said, and hung up.

DeMarco hurried up and got dressed, trying to figure out what the problem could be. All sorts of things were going through his mind. Twenty minutes later he was banging on her door.

“Boy, why you hammerin on my door like you the damn police?” she said as she let him in.

“You said we had a problem, so I’m anxious. What happened?” He followed her into the living room where she had money stacked up on the table.

“Nigga, this is what happened, and it would have been more if your punk ass would have answered my pages last night,” she said, pointing to the table. “$10,450!”

“In two days?” DeMarco asked with amazement.

“More like a day and a half,” she replied.

“Damn, cuz,” he said while shaking his head.

“Ummm, no shit. Why the fuck you think I’ve been pagin yo ass all night like that? We gotta re-up!” Steph said in a serious tone.

“Well let’s go, ’cause we droppin $5,000 this time,” he said as they headed out the door.