Peanut made his way back to the trap around 6:30P with $3,000 and 5 gallon Ziploc bags worth of pills that he needed to break down into nickel and dime bags before midnight tonight.
Everybody was out doing their own thing, which made the spot all the more quiet and gave him a peace of mind as he hid his money and split his product. Even so, looking around the trap gave him a sense of unease and borderline queasiness every time he stepped inside.
The walls were a pale pink, with random areas peeling back to show its original cement gray. The couches were a royal blue color that the boys picked off a furniture truck. If it wasn't for the stains of varying colors, it could have passed for a luxury crushed velvet upholstery.
He kicked Gutta's Bred 11's out the way and flopped down on the couch, putting his iPhone, gun, and ounce of weed on the dirty dining table in front of him. He wanted to hire a maid so bad, but continuously feared that one of those chica-ass bitches would snitch on him. So every day he would shrug his shoulders and say 'fuck it.'
Today was entirely no different.
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2 hours into his rotation of separating the pills, pulling on his blunt, giving the local homeless dude $100 to keep watch of his house every time he got hungry and went to the store for a fried fish sandwich and a Pepsi, and scrolling through his phone and he was just about done. He smoothed down his waves, scratching the grey patch of hair on the side of his temple, and leaned back onto the couch. His stomach was growling again and he didnt feel like going back to the store for a half-ass sandwich.
"Fuck it, lemme text Renee."
Renee was one of the good girls who couldn't leave Peanut ass alone. She was smart, studying to be a physician's assistant, and had the prettiest titties Peanut ever saw. He knew that what she wanted, kids and a family, wasn't on his list of priorities. Especially when he had a daughter he never met because the mom moved to New Orleans.
He wasn't in no mental space to be someone boyfriend let alone someone husband, but he didn't feel like letting Renee go yet.
With his phone to his ear, he looked back and forth out the burgundy-sheet covered window for any passersby as the phone proceeded to ring.
"Hello?" A soft, sweet voice perked up on the other end of the line that made his dick instantly stand up high in the air.
"What you doing?" His voice was already deep and husky, but he knew just how to make it rumble in Renee's ear just enough to have her be putty in his large hands.
"You know what I'm doing, P. I'm at the library studying." As serious as she wanted to sound, he could feel her smile through the phone.
"My bad, ma. I had just wanted to see what you was doing and if you still wanted to bring me some of that good ass cooking."
Renee took a long sigh, flipped through some pages in the background and sighed again before speaking.
"I mean," she hesitated, "I can, but it won't be till later and you know i don't like to be in that area late at night."
"I won't have you out late. Just come through. I wanna see you. And you always talking 'bout your recipes and shit so, lemme be your guinea pig."
There was a long silence on the other end, so much that he had to look at his phone to check if they were still on the phone.
"Okay," she finally responded, "I'll come by after a finish studying."
"Alright, beautiful, see you then."
Before she could even respond, he hung up the phone, pulled on his blunt again and leaned back on the couch. He instantly scrolled past Renee's text message of a heart emoji and went straight to By'ancia's message threads. She had just sent him a video of her playing with herself that she kept bragging about, and he figured why the fuck not.
By'ancia wasn't much to Peanut, but she had some good pussy and was down to transport for him if he needed to. It didn't hurt that her auntie was a booster, and she always felt compelled to drop off some designer clothes or cologne "just because".
He laughed at the thought because he knew wasn't shit free. So, in exchange for the latest Gucci, he ate her pussy till she forgot that he was never gonna wife her.
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The streets were still quiet, and the homeless man stood guard like it was the proudest job of his life. Inside of the trap laid two large aluminum pans of macaroni and cheese, cornbread and slow-cooked turkey legs. One would have assumed Peanut left the house until-
"Oh- shit! P, I'm about to-"
"Don't sa that shit, bae. Gon' head and come on that dick. Mm, shit! That shit grippin' on this shit."
"Shit, P! That shit so good, I'm gonna come, baby- 1"
Peanut gripped onto Renee's hips, slamming into her at an angle that made her grip onto him tighter and tighter each and every stroke. She had her hips high in the air and her face stuffed in the pillow of Peanut's makeshift cot in one of the bedrooms in the trap. There was no AC or fan in the room, so it didn't take long for the smell of sex to fill the room.
Peanut wrapped his hand around Renee's throat, pulling her back to his chest as he continued to dig deep in her. His brows furrowed in sweat, holding in his climax as best as he could. He moved his hand from around her throat to gripping both of her breasts and focusing his all into making the two of them one.
"Ah! Shit! I'm bout to cum, girl."
"Cum, P. Cum inside of me, please!"
It was like that moment made him lose all control. He let out a low, bellowing groan as h felt himself coat her entire insides inch by inch.
Panting and drenched, they rested for a second on the cot until he finally softened inside of her. When he proceeded to get dressed, she covered her breasts with her shirt and looked up at Peanut in worry.
"P," she paused, biting her lip in worry. "What we finna do?"
"Bout?"
"You know. Bout us. I don't wanna keep fucking you on a floor mattress just for you to see me."
"You know it's not all that, Renee." P sighed, feeling where the conversation was going. He could feel her eyes burning holes in his back as he threw on his shirt again, dabbing his neck with a rag.
"Then what is it? You don't say nothing to me after, and you keep avoiding the whole conversation. If you don't wanna be with me, then-"
"Ago, P! You here?" Gutta's voice boomed through the spot, almost right on time.
Holding his sigh of relief, he handed Renee her panties and her dress.
"You want me to walk you out?"
Her eyes in disbelief, she snatched her clothes from P, hurriedly put them on, and threw her hai in a messy bun.
"Don't even fuckin' bother. I'll let myself out."
As Renee made a beeline out the house without greeting Gutta, Gutta looked the direction Renee ran out fro and shook his head.
"You gon' learn to stop breaking my hearts, my nigga." Gutta scofffed, lifting the aluminum pans to eyeball the food Renee left behind.
"Nigga, wasn't you just dogging out Quan hoe ass less than a week ago?" Quizzed Peanut.
"Good throat hard to come by, bitch. You know dat. Now, bout this food."
"Nigga, hands off." He shut the aluminum pan down and pointed to the table.
"We gotta finish bagging this shit before the night fall."
