Candy Lady Chapter 1(URBAN STREET LIT)

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        "I’ve been acquitted ma’.”
         “Really Los?”  Kamille jumps up from the leather lay-z-boy, blunt in hand.
         “Yeah.  I’m coming home.”
         “When baby?”
         “I got my release papers already so I guess just a few minutes before I can walk out the door.”
         “Okay I’m on the way.”
         “Naw baby, Joe’s coming to get me.  You just wait there for me.”
         “Okay, I’ll have some grub ready for you then.”
         “Good lookin’ out ma’.”

         Carlos has been locked-down for over three years now.  Living the life of drugs, money and murder seemed to have caught up with him.  However the cops didn’t have enough evidence, they never caught him with any dope or anything.  So now Kamille can be with her man whom she misses so much. 
         Kamille had to take control over the business while Carlos was away.  Never being a shy woman, she embraced the role of the gangsta’s chick and held everything ‘down’.  Everything from picking up the dope from the ‘connect’ to bustin’ niggas heads for disrespecting her.  But what else could the woman of the house do but be there when the man was down and out.  She promised him years ago that she’d always be there and she’s never lied to him. 
         Kamille feels that she owes Carlos her life.  She was only the tender age of thirteen when they’d met.  He was seventeen and rescued her from a gang of young thugs ready to take her childhood on her way home from school.  Never knowing what a man should be, Kamille decided that any man that would defend her and didn’t even know her, had to be the man for her.
         Returning to her motherless home that day, she invited Carlos in but he declined when she informed him that she lived alone with her father.  But, they stayed close, Carlos being her protector and Kamille accepting that protection with glee.
         Wanting to give Carlos her virginity, Kamille made every attempt that would be sure to entice any young man.  But not Carlos, he was sure to receive jail time for messing with someone so young.  Carlos couldn’t help but notice the way her body was filling out.  From her nice sized breast to the shape of the coke bottle that her waist and hips had taken on.  Not to mention the beauty that her face holds.  The bone structure and deep, almond shaped eyes alone were enough to make him dream of having her.  But Carlos has always been a patient man, so he kept her around, promising to be with her when she turned eighteen. 
In the meantime Carlos trained Kamille, teaching her the ins and outs of the dope game.  Sometimes, even allowing her to be around when he chopped and cooked his products.  Wanting to learn more, Kamille hung around Carlos’s best friend and partner, Joe.  Joe taught her things that Carlos wouldn’t dare.  The first time she shot a gun was with Joe.  The first time she sold a vile of rock was with Joe and he even taught her the weights and measurements for each product. 
Joe has been there for Kamille in areas that only they know.  His shoulder was the one that accepted her tears of being molested by her father for years. 

         “Kamille, where are you girl?”  Her fathers voice was like a tornado ripping thru her soul.  “Answer me.”  Lester searches closets, snatching open every door that he came to.  Kamille knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he found her, so she braced herself for the inevitable.  He found her in the hall closet, the one that was meant for coats, but instead he filled with junk he’d collected off the streets.  “Get yo’ ass over here.”  Lester grabs Kamille by the neck, pulling her to him. 
         “Daddy no!”  She expected a beating and probably some fondling, but what was about to happen would change her life forever.
         “Where in the hell have you been?  Huh?  Out there fucking them hoodlums.  Ain’t I don’ told you that them niggas ain’t no good?” 
         “I’m not doing anything daddy.”
         “Liar!”  He yells in her face and she’s met with the Vodka on his breath and the spit from his mouth.  “You’re a whore, just like yo’ mama.”
         “Mama was not a whore.”  She defends.
         “Shut up!”  He smacks her across the face with his left hand, still holding her neck with the right.  “I’ll teach yo’ young ass to go around fucking everybody.”
         “Please, no, please!”  She begged.  But Lester had other plans.  He’d rape his only daughter until he got tired and beat her in between strokes.  He dragged her down the hall trying to make his way to the bedroom that he and Kamille’s mother once shared.
         “Let me go you son-of-a-bitch.”  She screams, clawing at his flesh.
         “Aaahh!”  He bellows, releasing her.  “I’m bleeding you little bitch.”
         Kamille, realizing she was free, jumped to her feet and made a run for the door.  “Get back here.”  Lester caught her, throwing her down to the floor.  “Alright, you asked for it.”  He began beating her in the face, hard punches that were never ending.  When he knew that she was too hurt to get up, he snatched off her clothes and began a three-day devirgination.  “When I get through with you, you ain’t gon’ look at nobody else.”  He assured the comatose child. 
Noticing that Kamille wasn’t around Joe made his way to her home.  Lester informed him that Kamille was sick and would be for a while.
“She sick muther-fucker, ain’t gon’ be no fuckin’ today.”  Lester was outraged that this boy had the audacity to come to his home.
“Fuckin’?  What are you talkin’ about yo.  I just came to see if Kami was okay.”  Joe, of course, knew of Kamille’s home life and wanted to be sure that her bastard of a father hadn’t killed her.
“Kami?  Who the fuck is Kami?  Her name is Kamille muther fucker and you’ve had yo’ last taste of that pussy.”
“You crazy as hell son.”
“Son?  Take yo New York talkin’ ass away from here before some shit go down Georgia style lil’ nigga.”  That statement didn’t sit too well with Joe.  Just then Kamille came from the back bedroom, slowly making her way into eyeshot.  When Joe saw young Kamille in her most fragile state yet, he became furious and all he could see was red.  Kill!  Kill!  Kill!  Kamille stood there looking pitiful, with bruises all over her face.  Joe thought that if her face looked that bad there was no telling what the rest of her looked like. 
He had to be there for Kamille, she was like a little sister to him and according to Carlos she’d one day be his sister-in-law, since they were like brothers from different mothers.  Joe could read Kamille’s eyes; they screamed for help.  Lester turned to see Kamille standing there.  “Get yo’ ass back to the room.”  He screamed and took a few steps toward her, but was stopped in his tracks when he heard the cock of the gun.  Lester turned back around to meet Joe’s .45, before he could blink an eye Kamille’s home trouble was over.  She begged Joe not to tell Carlos that her father penetrated her.  They both knew that her father touched her more than often, but knowing that Carlos wouldn’t be her first was just too much.  Joe agreed to keep her little sister’s secret.
Kamille maintained her residence at Carlos’s house after that, but not once did he penetrate her; only oral sex that left her wanting more.  Carlos taught her to master giving head but assured her that if another nigga’s dick entered her mouth he’d kill her and him.  Believing him, she never looked at another man, not even Joe, whom she’d become very close to.  Even though Carlos fucked girls his age and Kamille knew of these happenings, she never once complained; well maybe once.
“Los.”  Kamille called his name as only she could, soft and seductive.  He turned his attention away from his coffee table full of marijuana.
“What’s up Kami?”  Carlos was facing the girl that he wanted but couldn’t have, dressed in a short, silk, red robe.
“Come make love to me.”  She purred. 
Taking deep breathes and exhaling, he rejected.  “You know I can’t do that Kami.  We talked about this ma’, you ain’t but sixteen.”
“But I’m good to you Los.”
“Yeah you are but we gotta wait.”
“What’s the difference in us making love and you eating me out or me sucking you off?”
“Can’t no body prove that, that’s the difference.”
“I told you I won’t say anything.”
“Shit, before I get up out of you, you’ll be on the phone telling Tot.”  He laughed.
“No I won’t.”  She wined.
“Yeah you will, but that’s cool.  I know how girls talk and that’s ya’ll thang.”  Carlos had already begun to pick up Kamille’s southern slang.  “Trust me, you’ll have plenty of chance to tell her about us because once I do lay you down, I won’t stop.”
“Yeah like you won’t stop fucking these other chicks.”
“I don’t want to hear shit else about it alright.”  He waits for her response.  “Alright?”
“Alright.”  Kamille went into her bedroom, closed the door and changed into some flannel pajamas.  ‘They can have him now but I’ll have him later.’  She convinced her self and she was right.  Carlos wanted her not just because of how beautiful she was but she’d shown so much loyalty to him and his ‘work’, how could he not be the man she needed.  For her eighteenth birthday, Carlos got a nice hotel suite and made her his woman. 
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“Oh baby, it’s so good to see you.”  Kamille ran to her long lost man throwing her legs around his waist.  “Here.  Fire that up.”  She hands him a rolled blunt with lighter and he proceeds to light the relief.  “You’re so skinny.”
“Yeah I know, food ain’t shit on the ‘inside’.  I can still handle you though.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right.”  He kissed her.  Every night in that tiny ass cell he thought of his woman at home; his thorough chick, handling shit.  Carlos could always depend on Kamille and the same goes for her.  They were there for each other thru everything, the good, the bad and the ugly.  “I love you Kami.”
“Love you too Los.  I missed you baby.”
“Me too and thanks.”
“For what?”
“For staying down.  I had my doubts.  I know you’re a good woman but a part of me thought that you were too good to wait for me.”
“Baby I don’t regret waiting for you, I knew you’d be home sooner than later.”
“Thank you baby and you held business down too.”
“Of course.”  Kamille let herself down.  “Joe helped a lot but I had to step in.”
“You did good baby, real good.  Where’s the grub?”
“Kitchen.”
“What you cook?”
“Your favorite, Nachos.”
“That’s what’s up.  But I want some of that damn soul-food you do-up so good.”
“I thought you would, but I didn’t have time to have all that ready by the time you got home.”
“It’s all good ma’.”
“I have all of your money in your normal spot, all the shops are running properly and Joe even took me to the shooting yard a few times so I’d stay up on my sharp shooting.”  They have to talk in a light whisper.  Carlos taught her a long time ago that business isn’t spoken in the house but to a certain extent.  Especially now, there could be bugs in the house.
“Shooting yard?”  That’s what Carlos and his crew calls this abandoned field they use to shoot off rounds.  Carlos follows Kamille down the hall towards the bedroom with the question still on his mind.
“Yeah.  You think I’d go out to handle your business and can’t protect myself?  I have a Cobray Mac 11, Mac 10, 12 Gauge Pump, ol’ faithful .45 and of course my little .22 with Suppressor.”  Kamille walks through the bedroom pointing to each weapon of defense as she calls them out.  “Oh yeah, I keep my .45 in the truck filled with hollow tips.  I’m good too Los.  I can hit target from over nineteen yards and don’t get me started on the riffles.  I gotta put them all back in their place though; I had to take them out to clean ‘em yesterday.  I keep the two Mac’s in the living-room and kitchen, easy access.”
“Damn Kami, you just turned into a regular gangsta chick huh?”
“I had to.  Gained a little respect on the streets too.”
“I heard about that.  Kami I never wanted you to get so involved in this shit.”
“I know Los, but what else was I supposed to do?  I had to let those niggas working for you know that you didn’t leave behind some dumb bitch that wouldn’t hold you down.  You taught me a lot Los without even knowing it.”
“Tell me what happened that night.”
“With that nigga Swift?”
“Yeah.”  They both take a seat on the bed continuing to pass the blunt.
“Well Joe came to me saying that about forty-thousand was missing from the shop off of Godby Road.  I know who runs what shops so of course we went to Swift.  He tries to act all tuff and shit saying that he didn’t have to answer to me.  Joe pulled out on ‘em then I told the ‘lil bitch nigga that he does have to answer to me and if he didn’t give me the money I’d fuck ‘em up.  All of a sudden he developed a sense of respect for me with a .45 resting at his temple.  Then Joe tells him to cough it up, he does.  The nigga had the doe in the trunk of his car; there was forty-three g’s in there.  So Joe asked if I wanted to do the pleasure.  I was reluctant of course but remembering what I’ve been taught, I knew I had to pop him.  I knew that it had to be me, not Joe because niggas have to learn to respect me alone.  So I pulled my own .45 and dropped the nigga.  It wasn’t as hard as I thought.  If I didn’t do it Los, then the other workers would have tried the same shit.”
“True.”
“So what’s wrong?”
“Did I say something was wrong?”
“No but your eyes and body language says it all.”
“Joe’s been teaching you a lot huh?”
“Oh come on Los.”
“Come on what?  What else he been teaching you?”
“So I bust my ass to keep yo’ shit tight and now you question my loyalty and faithfulness to you?”
“I know you’re loyal but yeah, I’ve been gone three years.  You sure ain’t nobody been getting behind that ass?”
“Yeah nigga, I’m sure.”  Kamille gets up from the bed and turns her back to him.  Turning back around she says, “If I were to step out on you Los, it wouldn’t be with your best got-damn friend.”
“Yo, yo ma’, come ‘er.”  He gestures for her but Kamille declines.  Not only is she hurt that he would even think such thoughts but she hates when he calls her ma’.  ‘All that northern shit!’  She’d think.
“No Los.  I can’t believe you.  I took on shit that no other fuckin’ woman would do, none that I know.  Shit, I know niggas that get ‘knocked’ and before they can even go to court they bitch be don’ moved another nigga in they spot.  Niggas don’t even be gone a year and come home to they chick with a new baby that ain’t theirs.  So fuck you nigga.  I could’ve been got fucked.  But no, I’m sitting around this muther-fucker waiting on yo’ sorry ass to get a got-damn appeal.”
“Shut the fuck up Kami!”  Carlos jumps up to show that he still wears the pants.
“Fuck that.”
“Shut yo’ got-damn mouth!”  Yelling, he grabs her by the face.  “Don’t forget who the fuck you’re talking to.  I just asked a fuckin’ question.”  He lets go of her.
“Yeah a question that implies that I’m fuckin’ yo’ right-hand man.  Truth is, I bought a dick okay.”
“What?”
“Yeah nigga.  Instead of letting another nigga bang yo’ pussy, I bought a dick at the store.”  She walks to the dresser and pulls out a dildo.  “See.”  She holds it up to his face.  “Smell it, it probably still has some of my cum on it.”
Carlos snatches the ice blue vibrator from Kamille’s grip.  “You fuckin’ yo’ self?”
“Yep.”  Carlos laughs and it pisses her off.  “What nigga?”
“Nothin’ ma’.  I guess it’s better than what I thought was goin’ on.  But you can throw that shit away now.”
“I’ll keep it for rainy days.”  She reaches for it.
“Ain’t gon’ be no more rainy days.”  Carlos pulls Kamille to him for a kiss, but she pulls away.  “Ain’t I don’ told you about that shit?”
“What?  Oh I see, now that you know another nigga ain’t violated yo’ shit, you want in.”
“Got-damn Kami.”  Carlos has never taken rejection well.
“Aiight.  I guess you can have some.”
“You guess?”
“Okay, you can.  You know you can.  I don’t know why you trippin’ anyway.  You know this pussy is yours.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Always has been, always will be.”
“That’s what’s up.”  They engage in a tongue contest.  Who can make who hot the fastest? 
All clothes off, Carlos lays his woman on the bed and takes her love in his mouth.  Kamille is stretched out on the bed reaching for shit that ain’t even there.  It’s been three years since she’d had her man.  Again, she’s never lied to Carlos, faithful she has been and faithful she’ll always be.
After making love for over three hours Kamille decides that a long bath is next.
“Wanna take a bath with me?  I know you need one after three years of showers.”
“Yeah ma’.”
“Aiight I’ll run the water.”  Getting out of bed she grabs the two Mac’s to take back to their spots.  Placing them on the bathroom counter, planning to return them, she runs the bath water and takes a piss.  Dozing off from her high going down she didn’t hear Carlos come in.
“Wake yo’ ass up!”
Kamille jumps.  “Damn you scared me.”
He laughs while cutting off the running water.  “Here.”  He hands her a blunt and she takes it graciously.

Both inching into the garden tub because of the hotness, Carlos nibbles on Kamille’s nipples.  “They still get rock hard huh?”
“Yep.”
“Damn ma’, you didn’t put no cold water in this muther-fucker.”
“Naw, the hotter the better.  A nice hot bath relieves stress.”
“Yeah but you trying to burn a nigga up.”
“Suck it up baby.”  She jokes lifting one foot out of the scalding hot water placing it on his chest.  “Turn on the cold water if you want to.”
Enjoying their bath for almost an hour; until the water became warm, they bathed each other passionately.  Leaving not one inch uncovered on each other, they made love with their eyes and hands. 
“I love you so much ma’.”
“You don’t even know Los.  You know I dreamed of the day you’d come home and reclaim your woman.  I missed you, I needed you.  Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”
“I promise ma’.  You’re my world, you know that?  You make it easy for a nigga to come in from the streets.  Just to know you got my back is a load that I don’t have to worry about.  I know you got me and you know I got you.  They say a nigga shouldn’t fall in love these days but I can’t see the logic in that shit.  Not with the queen I got.”
“Baby if you want some more head just say so.”  Kamille lets out a laugh.
“Naw ma’ that ain’t it.  It’s more than what’s between yo’ legs.  Your heart is in me and mine is in you.  We need to be official about this.  You already my wife, but maybe we should put it on paper.”
“For real Los?”
“Yeah ma’.  Why not?”
“I love you Los.”
“Love you too ma’.”
“Lets get out of this water, it’s getting cold.”

Kamille dries Carlos off and he does the same for her.  Wrapping his towel around his waist and securing it, Kamille kisses him and with her eyes, tells him how much she loves him.

Exiting the bathroom first, Carlos sees unwanted guest walking thru his house.  “What the fuck?”
“What’s up Los?”  The familiar male asks not really wanting to know.
“What the fuck ya’ll doin’ in my house?”
“Catch you at a bad time nigga?”  A second male insults.
“Get the fuck out yo.”
“Fuck you nigga.  Yo’ time is up Los.”
“What?”
“Scotty says that your services are no longer needed.”  Sprays of bullets rang out and Kamille watches as her man is thrown backward and tries to fight death.  Hitting the wall and sliding down Carlos fights for breathe.  Kamille grabs both Mac’s from the bathroom counter and comes out spraying.  The guest, caught off guard try to react, but she takes them all down, all four of them.  Shooting at random with one Mac in each hand, holding back nothing, she lets into them niggas like a pro, not even noticing which body hit the floor first.  With one still taking short, hard breaths, she walks over to him and continues to spray him from the Mac 11.
“Muther-fuckers.”  She screams and turns her attention to Carlos lying in a pool of blood with short breaths of his own.  “Got-damn baby.”  She kneels beside him grabbing his hand.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”  She looks down at her dying love and tears roll from her eyes as he looks back at her.  “I got ‘em baby.  I got all them niggas baby.  They dead Los.”  Not trying to hold back her tears, she leans in to kiss him.  “I love you Los, I’ll always love you.  Don’t worry baby, Scotty will get his too.”


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