Peanut leaned back onto the sofa, jaw clenched and beads of sweat rolling down the side of his neck. He kept one arm rested on the back of the couch and his other arm rested on his thigh while his hand continued to bob up and down.
It was the middle of the day and before he thought to return home for his afternoon nap before opening up the trap, one of his regular hoes named Tanya blew his phone up to come and see him. Tanya was a crazy ass broad with even broader hips and a throat that never ended. Even though Peanut grew tired of hearing her nag him day in and day out like his mama, he knew a few hundred dollars and some sweet talking would shut her right up.
And it did, each and every time. He gave her two neatly folded stacks of money that she happily rested on her Fendi purse, another "hush up" gift given by Peanut, or Peanut's money to be more specific.
He held her Brazilian bundles out the way as she bobbed up and down without coming up for air any time in sight, he loved how effortless she made it when in comparison Renee would complain about deepthroating and all that shit.
"Ah, shit!" Peanut groaned, pushing Tanya's head down all the way while his member twitched three times before returning to soft. Like a pro, Tanya swallowed it all and even stuck her tongue out to show Peanut just how good of a job she had done.
"How was that, daddy?" She smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She stood to her feet, fixing her black mesh dress that barely covered her freshly-done ass.
"Shit, you know how it was." Peanut laughed, smacking her on the ass as he got up to walk to the bathroom.
"I'm bout to head back to the crib and shit, lemme walk you out."
"When imma get a chance to go over your house, P?" Tanya quizzed, propping her hand on her hip.
"Ain't much there to see, ma. And besides, you know what it is. You come to the trap you can't come to the crib and vice versa."
Tanya sucked her teeth, grabbing her money and purse. She was tired of hearing the same shit from Peanut when little did he know she had caught feelings for him since high school. Peanut was always the quiet, money-getting type and Tanya rode with him when he was in jail and all but peanut didnt really see it for Tanya. He knew she was a hoe and he knew that he wasn't the only dick going up in her
And even with sex out of the equation, Tanya wasn't shit to wife. She couldn't cook, had a booster for all her clothes, and was always in some beef. Don't nobody wanna wife all that baggage.
"P you always be saying that, its starting to feel like you ashamed of me or some shit."
P shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He held the small of her waist as he politely escorted her closer and closer to the door.
"I'm not ashamed of you, ma. That's just code. You see where I eat and I dont wanna run the risk of you seeing where i shit
With his hand still firmly grasped around her waist, he gave her a peck on the cheek. He fetched his keys out of his back pocket, unlocking the 2020 Lexus truck parked outside.
"So that's still a no?" Tanya stood at the steps with her arms crossed, purse gently rested on her chest. Peanut on the other hand was throwing his duffle bag and cellphone in his car. When he looked up and saw she wasn't moving, he rolled his eyes in the back of his mind
The bitch really wasnt getting it.
"I'll call you later Tanya and we can talk about it then. Go ahead and go home."
"You ain't shit, Peanut." Tanya huffed, marching to her 2020 Nissan Sentra and immediately calling her home girl Tooka so she can talk shit and cry all the way to her house
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KGUTTA
Gutta stood outside the corner store on 15th avenue smoking a black and mild watching the surrounding area for any potential customers.
He didn't have to stand at the store because the trap him and peanut shared was already making a decent amount of change this was merely a networking opportunity.
He stood slim 6"2 with a dark mocha skin complexion he had a scar across his eyebrow from falling off a bike when he was a kid along with sporting a chipped right canine from when he got into a fight and ended up slammed against a large rock in the streets.
He always had the chance to cover it up with an implant or shave it down and get veneers but he didnt care for all that cosmetic shit he still got bitches either way.
"What's good, Gutta Gutta!" a stocky caramel colored man with 6 golds to the bottom and top clapped up Gutta taking his rightful spot next to him in at the store.
"What's good witcha fam?"
"Ain't shit youngin just chillin. Why you out here? Where ya boy peanut?"
"Shit Nut doing his thing the same way I'm doing mine. Why you ask?"
"Wasn't nothin to it just odd seeing y'all two separated."
"Man," Gutta scoffed, I ain't married to that nigga I can step off the porch without him standing behind me." He laughed, spitting at the concrete away from them two.
"I feel you." the stocky man nodded in agreement, reaching in his pocket for a pre-rolled blunt he prepared moments before going to the corner store.
When he lit the sticky dro he took a long inhale exhaled and cracked his neck from side to side.
"So you been hearing what the streets been saying?" quizzed the stocky man.
"Naw you know I don't be with that street gossip shit."
"You should, my nigga." he said in a matter of fact tone.
"Word on the streets is that those 20th st niggas muscling in on the local spots. Making niggas pay 90% house fees or surrender the spot all together."
"Hah!" Gutta spat, "not happening if i got some shit to say about it."
"I heard that youngin but be careful because with how hot y'all shit is i would tighten my security round there."
"I hear you."
Gutta ended the conversation on his own accord looking around a few more times before calling it a day and retreating back to his house
As he hopped in his all black Range Rover he took a double take to make sure everything was straight but in the back of his head something in him told him to hurry and talk to peanut before these so called 20th street niggas could talk for him
