Baby Doll from the Soon to be Released Series: A West Side Love Story

     “Baby Doll, I think you should let me put some big curls in your hair for Dip’s party.  That dress you’re wearing is for the God’s,” said Josie combing through Baby Doll’s mold.  She looked over at the dress Ashley had boosted for Baby Doll as it hung on the coat rack.

     “You know the color is all wrong,” said Baby Doll turning up her nose.  “You know I have no business wearing a blue dress.  Kennedy would probably talk all shit to me if he see’s me wearing all read.  It’s West Side Gangsta Crip all day every day around this mug.”  Josie laughed as she parted and sprayed Baby Doll’s hair.

     “Well you’re the one who decided to go with a Blood nigga,” laughed Josie.  “But, your cousin Kennedy isn’t going to hold it against you once he see’s you in it.”
     “So you guys are coming?” asked Baby Doll smiling.
     “I don’t know girl.  I have to see what Levi is on, and make sure Kennedy is coming,” Josie replied.  Baby Doll laughed.

     “You sound like me juggling two men.  However, Al is about to get dropped, because Dip is something else,” said Baby Doll laughing.
     “He seems to making a favorable impression.  You held him down and you’re throwing a party for him tonight.  For him to be a Blood nigga, you sure are riding with him.”
     “I’m not going to lie Josie, I love the way he spoils me.  I spent ten of my formidably years in prison, so I missed all of the dating stuff.  I’m twenty-eight years old now, and still green around the gills.  I have money of my own to buy all those nice things he’s given me.  Dip took me shopping in Beverly Hills, and he damn near lost his mind,” laughed Baby Doll.

     “What do you mean?”
     “This boy blew so much money on me.  We went to Gucci, Louis, Prada, and the Christian Louboutin Boutique in West Hollywood.  Oh my God!  He bought me obscene amounts of clothes, shoes, and bags.  He’s working on my word game, because he hates when I say purse.  He wants me to call my Gucci a bag…” Baby Doll rolled her eyes and laughed at the thought.  “I don’t give a fuck about what to call it as long as I can carry my shit, its serving its purpose.”  Both women began to laugh.

     “So I know you got some bad ass shoes from the Louboutin store,” said Josie as she pulled the wand out of Baby Doll’s hair.  “I have a bad pair of black patent leather joints that are six-inches tall.”
     “You’re trying to be eye to eye with my cousin,” laughed Baby Doll.
     “It makes it easier to kiss those juicy lips,” replied Josie smiling.
     “I have a perfect pair of shoes to go with that dress.  You know I hate red, but Dip made a deal with me.  There were a pair of royal blue satin shoes I wanted, and the only way I could get them was if I got a pair of red satin shoes he liked.  I know there’s going to come a time when I have to wear those God for sake shoes out in public!” laughed Baby Doll.
     “So why don’t you wear them in private?” asked Josie.
     “Oh but I did,” Baby Doll replied turning to face Josie.  She lifted her eyebrows and smiled wickedly as Josie turned up her lips and smirked.

     “Tell the dirt boo,” said Josie.  “Your ass has been real bad!  You come out technically a born again virgin, and popping that pussy with two niggas!  I’m not mad at you, because you’re taking a page out of your home girl’s book.  I like that in you,” laughed Josie.  They gave each other a five as they both continued to laugh.

     “No baby!  We went to Bakersfield to stay with a business associate of Dip’s.”
     “Juan Carlos?  Did ya’ll go to the birthday celebration?  Me and Levi were suppose to go, but he had a business meeting that he couldn’t get out of,” Josie explained.
     “Yes we went down to Mexico, and it was awesome.  But, me and Dip went to LA then to Bakersfield to spend some time with Juan Carlos.  Anyway, we stayed at Juan Carlos’s massive compound.  His house is huge, and our room was off in a wing by itself.  I planned on showing Dip how much I appreciated all the nice things he’s bought me.  I got a big peace of red ribbon from the Louis Vuitton store and made myself a g-string.  Next, I smeared this red sour sticky goo-type candy all over my nipples.  I pulled my braids up into a ponytail, because he likes to pull it while hitting me from the back.  I smeared my favorite MAC red lipstick across my lips, his favorite Marc Jacob’s fragrance, and put on those red satin come fuck me pumps!  Baby when I say as soon as I walked out of bathroom, that nigga was all over me like white on rice,” laughed Baby Doll.
     “I bet he was!” laughed Josie.
     “He was like, ‘Baby… your ass is too fat for that little ass ribbon.  Come let me relieve it of its the suffering,” laughed Baby Doll.  Josie broke into laughter as she had to let Baby Doll’s hair go.  She didn’t want to burn her.

     “I dropped down and made my ass clap, and that nigga started throwing money at me.  I gave him a real good lap dance, and he enjoyed the sour candy on my nipples.  By the time we got through fucking, we was stuck chest to chest and I had to peel my breast from his chest.”  Both women began to laugh again.
     “Your ass is crazy Baby Doll,” said Josie.
     “I maybe crazy, but that nigga Dip loved it!  I got a pair of emerald earrings after that episode!  And, he fucked me real good, too!”

Rise of A Kingpin's Wife Sneak Peek

Chapter One 

Shade opened her eyes and put her hand against the top of her head.  It was pounding where she had gotten hit, and her vision was still a bit blurry.  She slowly sat up, focusing on something laying on the floor.  It was dark, so it made it even harder to see.  Shade closed her eyes, and began to count slowly as she massaged her temples.  The pain in her head was excruciating, but it seemed to be the least of her worries.

   Shade opened her eyes once more, focusing on her watch.  She stared at it until her vision began to clear up.  She hit a button, turning on the small light it has on top of it to see if it gave off enough illumination for her to see.  She looked around, noticing she was somewhere in a basement.  She could see a washer and dryer, a sink, and a door in the back of the room.  She held up her watch to see if she could find a light.  There was a bulb with a string hanging down from it, so she got up off the couch heading towards it, when she tripped over something laying in the middle of the floor.

             “What the fuck,” said Shade, sliding around on the floor.  “I must have knocked something over.”  She kept walking, feeling her feet mush around on something.  “This feels gross whatever the fuck it is.”  

             Shade hit the button again, and held it up to the ceiling.  She saw a long string hanging from a light fixture, so she pulled it.  The light came on causing Shade to shield her eyes from the brightness.  She turned her head, and noticed a dead body laying on the floor.  “Shit!” she shouted staring at it.  There were bloody foot prints tracked to where she was standing.  “I can’t believe I got blood on my new Jordans,” said Shade looking at the bottom of her shoe.  “And, who the fuck is this laying on the floor, cause it sure ain’t the motherfucker who hit me in my head.”  Shade looked around the room trying to see if she would be able to open the door, but it was barricaded closed of course.  And, it wouldn’t make sense to walk up the steps, because only a dumb ass would leave that door unlocked.  Shade looked back over at the dead body.

             “I guess I need to find out who the dead motherfucker is laying on the floor,” said Shade reaching into her pockets.  “Damn!  They took my knife,” she said.  “But, they didn’t take my money.”  She pulled out the roll of money, taking one of the rubber bands off of it.  “I need to pull my hair out of my face if I’m going to go see who this dead man is.”  Shade grabbed the sides of her hair, pulling it back.  She wrapped the rubber band around her hair making a small ponytail.  Next, she took off her jacket and carried it over to the washing machine, putting it on top of the lid.  Shade looked over at the dead body, then over at the sink.  “I’m going to clean my shoes first.  But, it doesn’t make since to do it if I’m only going to walk back over there in all that blood.  She looked around the surrounding area to see if she could find a cloth or something.  She noticed a big box that said Summer Shoes.  “Let me see what’s in this box.”  

               Shade walked over to the box, and opened it.  There were random pairs of flip flops, high heels, and sandals inside.  She looked over at the dead body, then back at the shoes.  “I know what I’m going to do,” said Shade reaching into the box, pulling out a pair of stilettos.  “I can put these on to walk over there, then clean my shoes off.”  

              Shade quickly ran over to the sink and pulled off her Jordans.  She turned on the water and continued to look for a towel.  She opened up the dryer, and grabbed a t-shirt out of it.  She quickly went back over to the sink and ran it under the water.  She rang it out, then commenced to wiping off her shoes.  She heard a loud noise, sounding like a door slamming, so she turned off the water and stood still for a moment.  She heard bits of a muffled conversation, then a car door slam.  She waited to hear another one, and it came shortly after.  Shade checked the walls to see if there were any windows, but they all were blacked out.  The car started, and the radio was blasting Mary J. Blige’s, I’m Not Gone Cry , the same song Tia was playing when the strange man jumped in the car.

“Where the fuck is Tia?” questioned Shade grabbing the stilettos off the top of the washing machine.  She put them on her feet, and looked down shaking her head.  “This bitch must be big foot.”  Shade moved quickly over to the body.  She walked up on the right side of him, because that was the way his face was turned.  As Shade leaned over, and looked at the face of the body, she grabbed her mouth and took several steps back.

“Anthony!” she gasped, clutching her mouth.  “What the fuck?”

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Renee from Rise of A Kingpin's Wife's Hair Appointment

The buzzer went off at Beautiful as Josie swept up hair from her previous customer.  She opened the door and her friend Renee walked through the door.  Renee’s a hairdresser by profession, but occasionally she likes to get a cut and style from her friend Josie.

“Hey Josie girl.  How are you?” asked Renee giving Josie a warm hug.

“I’m doing fine friend, how are you?” asked Josie.

“I’m cool, girl.  I can’t complain.  It wouldn’t do me any good.”

“So, what are we doing today?” asked Josie.

“I want a trim and style,” Renee replied.

“Well come on over to the shampoo bowl,” said Josie walking over to the sink.  Renee followed behind, looking around the shop.

“I see you have a few spots open,” said Renee sitting down in the chair.

“Yeah…  I’m looking for another barber.  And, the stylist I had moved to Ohio, so I have an open chair,” Josie explained.  “Why?  You looking for a spot?”  Renee looked up at Josie as she laid her head back into the shampoo bowl.

“I’m sure I will be when Lisa finds out…” Renee trailed off.

“What do you mean by that?” asked Josie lifting an eyebrow.

“Let me explain.”

It was late, and Renee was finishing up with her last customer.  Everyone had left for the night, so Renee decided to hang around for a while to clean her station.  She had a sew-in to do in the morning, so she wanted to prep for it tonight. 

As she let her customer out, Chris, the shop owner’s husband, came up to the door.  Renee smiled as Chris walked inside.  She locked the door behind her and walked over to her station.

“What brings you here?” asked Renee.  “Lisa’s been gone for hours.”

“She has,” Chris replied looking confused.  “She told me she had a late appointment.  So, I stopped by to see if she’d eaten, but it’s obvious she’s a liar.”  Renee looked surprised, and continued to rearrange her station.

“Do you know if she left with someone?” asked Chris.

“I don’t know Chris.  I was too busy with my client to notice,” Renee replied.  She felt kind of bad, because she knew Lisa was messing around with someone on the side.

Chris grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed Lisa.  He held the phone as it rang, but she didn’t answer.

“You know she’s cheating on me,” said Chris.  Renee didn’t look up, because the look on her face would tell everything.  Renee had a hard time keeping things to herself.  Her best friend Tia was currently pissed at her for telling Shade about some stuff she’d said about her.  But, Shade needed to know that Tia wasn’t her friend.  However, this situation with Chris and Lisa had nothing to do with her.

“Chris, I don’t want to get in the middle of y’all business.  I don’t know what or who Lisa’s doing.  It’s none of my business,” said Renee.

“Did you know that Lisa talks about you all of the time,” Chris replied.

“I’m sure she does,” Renee replied.  “We work in the same shop.”  Chris smirked.

“Its not what you think,” said Chris sitting down in Renee’s chair.  “She really doesn’t like you.”  Renee turned to face Chris.  She felt like he was baiting her, but she was curious.

“I think you’re trying to start some shit Chris.  And, I’m not going to let you pull me into it,” said Renee leaning against the counter.  She crossed her arms in front of her, while Chris smiled at her.

“I’m not trying to start nothing,” Chris replied.  “But, aren’t you just a little curious about what she said?”

“Nope.  If she wanted me to know, hopefully she would have enough guts to tell me herself,” Renee replied. 

Chris studied Renee as he got up out of the chair.  He walked up on Renee, and kissed her.  She stood paralyzed for a moment, because she didn’t know what to do.  Yes, this is her boss’s husband, but he’s fine as hell.  And, Renee had a serious crush on him since she’s worked at the shop.

Chris is about 6 foot 4 inches, with sugar cookie colored skin.  His sandy brown hair had natural curls that cascaded around his face, with a trimmed goatee.  And, his muscular body made all the girls swoon whenever he walked by them.

  “Chris, what are you doing?” asked Renee in shock as she pulled away.

“I’m sorry Renee.  I just had to do it.  I’ve been wanting to kiss you for quite sometime,” Chris replied.

“I know I’m sexy and all, but we can’t do this,” said Renee.  Chris looked down at Renee, and kissed her again.  But, this time was different.  It had way more passion.  Renee tried to resist, but after a minute she gave in to her body’s desire.

Renee wrapped her arms around Chris’s neck as his hands began to explore her physique.  He reached down to the bottom of her skirt, and began to pull it up slowly.  Renee pulled away breathlessly as he continued to kiss down her neck.

“We need to stop,” whispered Renee as she enjoyed the hot kisses against her skin.  Chris lifted Renee, placing her on top of the counter.  He pulled down the straps of her tank top, exposing her breast.

“You are so beautiful Renee,” said Chris before taking one into his mouth.  He suckled her breast as she leaned her head back in ecstasy. 

“I’m going to have you now,” said Chris pulling his jogging pants down.

“Do you have a condom?” asked Renee hoping this would deter him from going through with it.  Chris reached into his pocket, and pulled out a gold boy.

“I’m prepared,” said Chris, which made Renee look at him strange.  He noticed her look, and kissed her as he put the condom on. 

Chris pushed inside of Renee and began to screw her senseless.  And, it’s all caught on tape.           

Client: Ashley Anderson - Josie's Sister

Ashley walked into the shop ready to get her hair whipped up.  With her and Joe getting married soon, she wanted to clear her conscious on some things.  Josie has always been her biggest supporter, so naturally she was the first person Ashley wanted to come clean with.

            “Hey Ashley.  How’s you and my niece doing?” asked Josie rubbing Ashley’s stomach.

            “We’re doing just fine Sissy, because I just got through eating,” Ashley laughed.  She put her purse in a cabinet under Josie’s station, then walked over to the shampoo bowl.

            “You look like you’re ready to pop,” said Josie.

           

            “You’re not short stopping either,” Ashley replied.  Josie laughed at her sister as she put the smock on her.

            “Josie, I have a confession to make,” said Ashley as Josie leaned her head back into the sink.

            “Are you sure you want to tell me at this sink?  I don’t want to drown you back here,” Josie replied with a smirk.

            “I’m trying to clear my conscious before me and Joe get married.  And, you’re the first person that I’m doing this with,” said Ashley.

            “Well go a head and spit it out then,” said Josie wetting down Ashley’s hair.

            “Okay, here goes nothing…”

            Russell had come over to Josie’s house after partying with his boys.  They had been celebrating his boy Trey’s birthday.  So, they had been popping big bottles.  He wanted to lay up inside of his boo, because she’d been spending a lot of time at Kennedy’s spot.

            Russell put the key he lifted from her purse in the door, hoping that Josie had come home.  He walked into the living room, and noticed someone was sleep on the couch.  He had been drinking and smoking weed trying to relax, but what he really needed was to feel his woman.

            Russell walked towards the couch, noticing a thick pair of thighs and a fat ass staring back at him.  My baby fell asleep on the couch.  That’s why she hasn’t been answering the phone, thought Russell.  He walked over and began rubbing her thighs.  All he wanted to do is make love to her, and apologize for his transgressions against her.

            Russell threw the bottom of the comforter over her head as he turned her over on her stomach, kissing up her thighs, then here ass, resting his face between her legs.  She began to moan, as she spread her legs wider, allowing his tongue into her folds.

            “You taste so good,” groaned Russell devouring her wetness.  He palmed both sides of her cheeks, squeezing them as he ate her goodies like groceries. 

            “Slid it in…” she moaned as she bounced her ass in his face.  This excited Russell, so he gripped her thighs tighter, putting his face further inside of her.

            “You like that daddy?” she purred as she continued to ride his face. 

            “You know I do,” Russell replied as he unfastened his pants.  He stood up and dropped them, ready to serve Josie up right.  She threw the comforter off, ready to get freaked real good.  She propped her ass up in the air as she got on all fours.

           

            “You ready to get served?” asked Russell stroking himself.  “You’ve been a bad girl.”  He smacked her on the ass, hard.

            “Ewww… do it again, Daddy,” she teased poppin her ass in the air.  Russell slapped it again, getting excited.

            “Take that with your tuff, ass,” laughed Russell hitting her again.  He rubbed the head of stiffness against her wet folds.  “You ready, too!  You wet as a muthafucker.”  He pushed inside as his eyes rolled into his head.  For some reason Josie felt different, but it didn’t matter.  It felt good to him and his libido, and that’s the only thing that mattered.

            “You feeling a little wider,” said Russell.  “But I like it.”  She pushed back, bouncing against him as she moaned with satisfaction.  Russell reached up and grabbed her breast, pinching her hard thin nipple. 

            “Damn baby…  pull my nipples,” she moaned.  “Ahhh…”

            Russell grabbed her by the hips, digging one of his knees down into the couch.  He pulled her hard against him, as he pushed deep inside of her.  She grunted as he began to go deeper inside of her.  She dropped down lower, trying to soften the blows.  This nigga was trying to get something off his chest, apparently.  And, chastising her for running off is a good enough reason for him to punish her with his length.

            “You ran off little girl, and Daddy don’t like that,” said Russell pushing down hard inside of her.  “You know I don’t like that shit!”  Russell relentlessly rammed his dick inside of her, causing her to whimper occasionally.

            “Oh give it to me…”

            “I’m gone give it to you, a’ight,” said Russell felling better.  All he wanted was for Josie to show him some respect.  She was too tough for his liking, but she was who he wanted.  All he had to do is continue to train her to be the woman he wanted.  Levi said, ‘All women can be trained if they’re in love with you.   It’s all about how good your pipe game is…’ and that shit is true.  So, if he continued to screw her like this, she would have no problems conforming to him.

            Russell felt himself about to orgasm, so he quickened his pace even more.  He could tell that she was about to orgasm too, because she began to make a whining sort of moan that was getting higher in octave the quicker he went inside of her.

            “Oh shit…” he yelled out as he nutted.

            “Oh shhhhhiiiittttt…” she called out as her orgasm surfaced through her body. 

            He laid down on her back as he tried to catch his breath.  He spanked her across the ass, smiling, because he was satisfied.  As he lifted up, he noticed a tattoo on her lower back.  It read: Jack’s Property.  Russell looked up.

            “Ah shit!  Ashley!”    

Josie's Client Quita

The buzzer went off at Beautiful Hair Designs, Josie’s hair salon as she looked at the door.  Ms. Carol hit the button, unlocking the door.  A tall slender woman dressed in a short, hot pink spandex dress came waltzing through the door.

“Josie girl!  Am I too late?” asked Quita walking over to Josie’s station.

“You just made it Quita,” said Josie taking a cape off her station.  “I was just about to cross your name out, and do Tiffany’s hair.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t do that, hun.  Because, I got a hot date with my sugar daddy.  And, my hair has to be whipped up when I go see him,” Quita replied.  “He’s the one who pays the car note on that bad ass Chrysler 300 I drive.”  Josie cut her eyes at Quita as she sat down at the shampoo bowl.  Josie put the cape around Quita’s neck before she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, then she lowering Quita’s head down into the bowl.



“So, tell me about this Sugar Daddy, because you have several of them,” said Josie.  Quita always had a juicy story to tell when she came to the shop.  It wasn’t like she searched for drama.  But, naturally, Quita is drama.  Quita smiled at Josie as she perched her lips.


“Josie girl.  You know they have to pay to play with all of this goodness.  I don’t fuck for kicks, because I’m good at what I do,” Quita replied.

“Okay, I have a question.  Would you consider yourself a hoe if these men are paying you to be with them?” asked Josie.

“I don’t care what they call me,” Quita replied.  “As long as they keep dishing out cash, I’ll be anything they want to call me.  This Sugar Daddy I’m meeting tonight calls me his ‘Divine Devil’…  DD for short.”

“And, why does he call you ‘Divine Devil’, DD for short ?” asked Josie inquisitively.  Quita laughed.


“I’ve been trying to tell you about him since I got here,” said Quita turning up her lips.  “But, anyways…  He’s a pastor at one of the popular Baptist churches here in the city.  I’m not gone name no names, because I don’t know who’s lurking around.  And, his wife almost caught us in the vestibule of the church last Sunday.”  Quita laughed as she thought about it.

“What Quita, girllll,” said Josie.  “You’re messy.”  Quita continued to laugh.

“He gets a kick out of that shit.  When he approached me, it was so unexpected, because we normally don‘t talk at church.  He came up to me after church on Sunday,  and I was completely thrown off.”



“Good afternoon Sister DD,” said Pastor.  “You’re looking beautiful today in that righteous dress.”

“Pastor, you’re so crazy,” Quita replied beaming.  “You like this?  I wore it just for you.”  She stuck out her butt, rubbing her hand across it as she looked back at him,   batting her long, false eyelashes.  Pastor looked around before grabbing a handful of her ass.

“Goodness gracious, Lord!  Now, you know I like it when you wear them dresses that hug all of that thickness,” said the Pastor lustfully.  “I was watching you from the pulpit.  I couldn’t get it out of my mind, all the ways you called God last night.”  Pastor leaned down and licked Quita’s top lip.

“Ewww… Pastor you tripping,” said Quita putting her hand up against him.  “What if someone sees us?  What if your wife catches us?”

“She’s a bit pre-occupied right now,” Pastor replied looking into the sanctuary through the closed doors.

“In that case,” said Quita walking up on him, going in for a kiss.”


“Now wait a minute DD,” said Pastor.  “You know you’re breaking two of my rules don’t you.”  Quita looked at him strange.  “You have on lipstick, and you’re wearing perfume.  Now, you know I don’t let you kiss me when you have on all of that stuff.  I’m a married man, and I can’t get caught up with another woman’s lipstick on my lips.  Let alone smell like another woman.  My wife would crucify me if she found out about us.”  Quita cut her eyes at him as she looked around.  She grabbed Pastor’s arm, and pulled him into the nurse’s room.  She cracked the door, just in case someone came out in the vestibule, so that they could hear them coming.


“I sucked you up real good last night, and you mean to tell me, I can’t get a kiss,” snapped Quita.  “My lipstick shouldn’t be what you’re worried about, Pastor…  Its what can come out of my mouth that should concern you.”  Pastor smirked as he grabbed Quita by the throat.


“You’re playing a dangerous game DD, and I don’t think you want to go around making threats.  There have been many women before you.  And, I can always find another to do the nasty things you do,” Pastor replied.

“But, have they been transsexuals?” smirked Quita.  “Cause the way I see it, everyone thinks I’m a woman.  But, how will everyone respond when I come before the church and admit that I use to be a man.  And, I’m having an affair with their beloved pastor?  You’re wife will probably drop dead on the spot.”  Quita was being very catty, because she knew Pastor wasn’t going to do anything to her.

“You don’t have to do all of that, baby.  You know I don’t like it when you break the rules.”

“Well I don’t like it when you grab me around my neck, except when we’re having sex,” Quita replied.


“Quita girl!  I can’t stand you,” said Josie laughing.  “You would set that man’s business out like that?”  Quita looked up at Josie smugly.

“Baby, let me tell you something about a true Queen…  Don’t try to pull our hoe card.  Because, when you play pussy…  You will get fucked!”


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