The Weight Watchers

Chapter 11: pork

   

    It seemed like stings were now few and far between. Maybe Ro was doing things by himself. I wouldn't put it past him. Before we hit Kita last month I though we retired. We had a job tonight so I guess things were back in order. I needed it. I just took a major loss due to a police raid. Then my transporter was gone. Got into a highspeed chase, crashed and died killing two others in the car he hit. Shit was all over the news. Both incidents. Good thing my line and I were still on good terms. After the loses, a car for me, escalade for Frenchy. Winter clothes for the family. Bedroom sets for the kids and living room set, I'm hit. This was a bad month for me.
    Frenchy wanted to drive my car to work. She didn't wanna climb in and out of the truck with a twisted ankle. Clumsy ass tripped down the stairs yesterday. I drove her escalade to handle my business. Four ounces were waiting to be delivered to west philly. St.Bernard street right off of 49th and Thompson. I parked on Styles street. My youngbul Block hopped in. We talked for a while. He asked if I could front him claiming he can move 2-3oz's a day. I wasn't the only who took a loss. Block was fresh off paying bail and a lawyer for a crack case he caught the same day my transporter died. I believed him, he was dependable after dealing with him for about a year.
    "You smoke wet too?" I asked him.
    "Hell no. I don't smoke at all. I drink from time to time. I never went hard with the wet. Crack was my thing but I'm switching it up."
    "Listen, I'ma get you on your feet. You can't mess this up. It's your only chance to show me you want this money."
    "I do."
    "I'ma give you a soda. 16 ounces. Call you in a week. You got a soda plus your 3, that's 19. I ain't doing the math for you. Play your part, I'll do mine. Get your phone popping. Leave that crack shit alone they gonna roof you. And, save your money. Fuck all that trying to keep up with niggas shit. Stay in your lane. Do you. What you like 19-20?"
    "21."
    "You should have your own spot and wheel by now. I can get you there. You got more than enough to start you off. I ain't trying to hear my mom needed this or, I had to do this and that. I got a mom, bills, kids and somebody I gotta pay."
"Got you. I need a favor."
"Another one! You worst than my kids."
"Naw, not like that," he said laughing. " two things really."
"Aww man."
"I need a gun. If you know somebody selling one call me."
"Take this one," I gave him a 9mm beretta. "It's 16 in there already. Find your own bullets. Come on tell Santa what you want for Christmas."
"Come on you drawin' bro. I need you to drop this girl off she cock blocking. Talking bout she ready go, can I call her a cab."
"Call her a cab." He gave me the come on, please face. "Ard, what she look like." I asked.
"She tight. Puerto Rican. Scar on her face. Nasty attitude. Look better than my chick."
"Tell her to come on."
"Good looking out."
"Tuck the gun first."
"Oh shit, I'm trippin'."
A few minutes later a familiar face hopped in.
"I live in south Philly. 22nd and Wilder." She said without looking at me.
"How you gonna hop in my truck, not speak but, demand I take you home. Don't nobody give a fuck about your tiny attitude Nera. I'll drop you off at the bus stop." I was smiling as she faced me eyes wide. I turned on the interior light and her jaw dropped. Reaching over to hug me she said,
"Oh my god, Pork! I thought you was in jail."
"Who told you that."
"I forget."
The passenger was Danera, my ex. I was with her right before Frenchy. We fell out because I ain't shit to be honest.
"You look good." I told her. "What's crazy is when he was describing you he said Puerto Rican scar on her face, bad. You popped in my mind."
"Dominicana papi. No I didn't, so stop lying."
"I swear you did. I miss you Stinky Feet"
"That's was one time! They didn't even smell that bad. I was playing softball all day long. And you kissed my stinky feet right after."
"I like a lil' stink."
"You still trifling. Where you been boo?"
"I'm around. I had a son. He'll be 6 next month."
"It's been that long?"
"Yeah. I'm sure you got 6 kids and a cat plus a rooster. You know how y'all get."
      "Y'all?"
      I put the truck in gear pulling off as I laughed at my joke. "You hungry?" I asked.
      "A little. Can we go to checkers around the corner?"
      "Yeah. Do me a favor, reach in the glove box and roll that backwoods for me. It's some loud in there too."
      "You smoke wet, Pork?" There was a bundle of wet in there also.
      "Naw, I sell it. Dips and leaves. Why, you smoke it?"
      "Once in a blue moon."
      "You out of pocket."
      "It's rare. Don't do that."
      "You want one, take it. Don't start tripping on me."
      "I'll smoke after I eat."
      She rolled both. Eating and smoking.turning on the defrost I cracked the windows and sunroof. That wet shit is strong. At a red light ready to cross Grays ferry, I tossed my roach out the window. N.R. was calling me. Watching two chicks on the corner crossing, I answered. He was calling to tell me to be ready at 10. It was only 6:21. Hanging up I sat my phone in the cup holder that's when I noticed Nera was now miraculously naked somehow. She managed the task without me even noticing. Jeans off, everything except her bra was on the floor. Her back against the passenger side door. One foot on my arm rest the opposite on the dash. I literally was on the phone for a minute.
       Fingers sliding in and out her pussy. It was wet, wet, wet, wet. "When did you strip? You ok?"
      "Wet make me horny. That's why I rarely smoke it papi. You see how wet I am? Hurry up. I need you to fuck me. Pull over or something."
      "We almost there. Put your clothes back on."
      "Not yet."
      One titty out, sucking on it she moaned all loud. I closed the windows and sunroof, turning up the radio and hauled ass. Never have I seen nothing like this and I been selling wet for years. I kept trying not to watch her. It was hard, especially knowing how that pussy feel. I took her keys when I parked opening her house door. Parked in front of her door she hopped out naked running in the house. I made sure I got all her stuff out the truck. Frenchy would kill me if she found out this shit. In her truck too! She was already mad at me for driving it. She had my car and her Impala was in the shop. She wanted me  stuck in the house that's all. I found Nera in the bedroom still fucking herself. Positioned on her knees ass in the air, face down. Her body was still in tact, still perfect. The only scar, on her face. Her titties got bigger. I jumped right in it. Hands pulling her long hair.
      "Pork, I want you back." She was now on top. Good thing I had a perc 10 in me because I would of been nutted.
     "No you don't. You want this dick back."
     "I want it all back. Can I have it papi? I know you still want me. Don't you?"
    I doubt anybody could say no looking up at her riding you. "I do". I said leaning up to suck her titties arm around her waist the other hand squeezing her ass. My phone was to ringing. I ignored it. I thought I heard the truck start up. I ignored that too. I got the keys, had to be another truck. My jack kept ringing. I put it on silent. I already know it's Frenchy. Finishing my sex session I finally checked my phone. 10 missed calls. 2 text messages. "I came to get my truck. I told you don't take it. Idk what you doing in south Philly or why you won't answer. Going food shopping. See you later love you." I opened the next message. "Wtf my car smell like pussy and wet You had one of them fiend bitches in my shit You fucking wet heads now! You a different kind of nasty pussy Don't bother coming home I'm taking your shit to your moms Stay with that bitch You a lame I'm done I swear don't come to my house it's over". How the hell she know where I was. Another text popped up as if she could read my mind. "You ain't the only one that know how to use a tracking device you fucking cat burglar". Ohh! She got me. I forgot she had a spare key. I dropped the phone on the bed to find Nera in the window.
     "They coming!" She said.
     "Who Nera?"
     "The cops. The fire department. The ambulance. All of them. You don't hear it? The sirens."
     "No."
     "You gotta hide me! They coming to get me!"
     "What?"
     "Pork! Hide mmmeeeeee!"
     She ran in the closet ass naked. This is why I don't deal with wet heads now. Nobody would believe this gorgeous girl was hiding in the closet naked tripping. All I saw was ass jiggling and long curly hair bouncing as she ran. Damn shame.
      "Nera! Open the door!"
      "No, they coming. They coming don't let them get me." I tried to open the door. I forgot wet gives you super strength. "Make them go away Pork."
      " I am. I'm going now." I gave up on the door calling N.R. as I went to the kitchen. "Bro, I need you to come get me asap. I'm down sp. 22nd and Wilder. Frenchy took the truck."
      "On my way." He replied.
      I got a gallon of milk out the fridge and poured 2 big glasses, just in case, headed back upstairs.
      "Nera they leaving."
      "You sure? I still hear them."
      "I told them you ain't here. You still hear them because they still close by driving away. I got you baby please come out."
      She cracked the door open peeking out. Slowly opening it. I let her see me cutting on the light.
      "Cut the light out!" She whispered. I listened. When she sat on the bed I told her to drink the milk. She finished one, I told her to drink half of the second. After about 10 minutes she was back to normal. Apologizing. "Pork I'm sorry. You mad  at me?"
     "No."
     "Yes you are. I'm not smoking ever again. I swear."
     "I hope not. I can't mess with you if that's what you into now."
     "It's not and why the fuck you let me smoke it if you don't like it. Im done. That was it. You leaving me?"
     "Yeah I gotta do something. Im coming back."
     "No you not. I know you. That's the spin move."
     "I am. I'm staying with you. When I call you better open the door."
     "I am. Try not to be too late I gotta work."
     "Call out we going shopping tomorrow."
     "For real? Don't lie to me."
     "I'm not."
     "You still love me Rakym?"
     "Yeah Danera Gonzales Rodriguez Dejesus Williams. I never stopped. I'm coming back."
     "That's nowhere near my name stupid."
     "My ride outside. Call you as soon as I'm done."
     "Love you."
     "I love you too. I know your pussy better get wet like that for me again like it did earlier."
     "You can make it happen when you give me a kiss."
      When I told N.R. what had happened he was cracking up.

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                                        N.R. 

     "We met up with Ro at the parking lot club Minaj owned. He gave Pork and I windbreakers that were black with valet on the back in yellow. Club Minaj on the left breast. Who knows where he got them. I listened as he broke down the job.
      "It's a white bul in a Bentley GT from Delaware. This his party. He keep money on him. Make major money out in Delaware. Pills. Dope. Fraud, all of that shit. Supposedly he keeps a half million in the trunk. All we gotta do is get the car. But, they want us to scare him not kill him. Payback for some nut shit he did. I told Butter don't let nobody park in front of the club. No valet except us tonight. She didn't mind as long as it wasn't done in front of the club or inside. We get a bean a piece and 200 go to the one that put us on."
       "200!" Pork snapped. "Why the one who don't do shit always get the most."
       "That's not always the case but this easy, that's why it is the way it is bro. Easy money. All we gotta do is what I said."
      "How we gonna scare him?" I asked.
      "Put him in the trunk." Ro replied. "I got us these too." He handed us taser guns. "No real guns. Can't be shooting outside the club."
      He had signs that said valet this way. 100$ I guess the price was to limit the traffic. Always prepared. Sitting in the van we watched the Bentley pull up in front of the club trying to get special parking privileges. Not tonight. Security cancelled those plans. We hopped out with the signs. 'Valet this way', with arrows. We were gonna park the Bentley next to the van, take the money, stuff him in the trunk and go. Simple. He was a little guy about 5'6. Kind of stocky, beer belly.
      "This the valet?" He asked me.
      "Yup. I need your keys after you park beside that van right there." I pointed. "When You leave the club tell security to call us to bring your car up front." I improvised. I'm more than just a boxer.
      "I'll give you and your homies a hundred a piece if you clean out the junk inside and let no one else park near my car. No scratches." While he was talking to me, Pork was looking at him like he was crazy. He was disrespectful. Clean his car. As soon as he hopped out the car Pork tased him. He dropped to the ground shaking.
      "Take his keys and phones." Pork told me.
      "Stop tasing him first."
      "Hurry up."
      Pork shocked him again once I retrieved his things and tossed it to Ro. Popping the trunk, pulling out a duffel bag of money throwing it in the van. Pork and I picked him up putting him in the trunk.
       "Hey! Stop that! Stop it! Let him go!" Some other white dude yelled running our way. Pork snatched my gun shocking the second dude. Falling straight over. Eyes wide, entire body rigid and stiff.
      "Now what mastermind?" Pork said to Ro. "You sitting there looking stupid. Man gimme the keys." Pork closed the trunk when #2 was inside. Hopped in and pulled off. Burning rubber.

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                                      Pork

      N.R. think everything is funny. Ro standing around like I shocked him too. With my mind racing I was trying to think of somewhere to dump the Bentley. Setting it on fire crossed my mind, with them still inside of course. At a red light on 8th and spruce trying to decide what to do, I look in the rear view mirror hearing a click noise. The trunk pops open. Dumb ass high priced car must of had a release button in the trunk. Seeing these two fools hop out trying to get the attention of the drivers behind me, I floored it through the red light. The Bentley definitely drove great. I never felt nothing pick up speed this quick. Taking the first left I could make headed toward south street. I parked in a tow away zone. Tossing my gloves in the sewer, giving my jacket and 20$ to a homeless dude before calling Ro telling him and N.R. to pick me up at Fat Tuesday. Once they arrived I explained what happened. Imagining the faces of the drivers behind me when those dickheads hopped out the trunk had me rolling.
      We split the money. Ro took this so called person of his their cut. Me and N.R. Went in Minaj. $200,000 that's some bullshit. It should of been 150 a piece for us and they get 50. Not 200. Something ain't right. He could at least told us who set it up so I can rob their ass later. Had to be him.