"The bullet wasn't that deep in. I just pulled it out with some tweezers and wrapped it up. How did this happen agian.?" Doc, a friend of the family, asked. "Rico had us pick up some money from a bank truck, but some other assholes were there, too. Doing the same thing. They opened fire and a bullet hit her." Gucci explained. "Were they townies?" "I don't fucking know, but it doesn't matter now." "I need a drink." I said, getting up from the table. The upper part of my arm was wrapped up in guaze. It stung when I first got hit, but after a while it just throbbed. I stepped outside in the dusk sky. It was warm today, so I didn't bring my jacket and my black shirt collected the rest of the heat.
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'That ain't no cop I shot. Who the hell were those girls anyway? The shorter one looked familiar. Why hell did Fergy not tell us about them? Maybe he didn't know either. Fuck, I need another drink.' I thought. "Aye yo Jem, what's up with the face?" Dougie ask, sitting next to me. "Nothing, man. You wanna go to the strip club?" "Nah. I gotta go see Claire. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Dougie said before leaving. "Damn." I said to myself. I got up and paid my drink. When I walked outside in the warm air and headed to another bar I used to hang in with Dougie. 'Maybe I can get a girl to come home with me. Just for the night. Yea, maybe.'
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The bar I went to was small, but people came in all the time. It was the first place I had my first 'official' drink. The owner was a friend of mine. She helped me out when I first moved here. When I walked in, there wasn't that many people in. "Hey. What's good, Krissy? What happened to your arm?" "Oh. I fell. Got anything good?" I asked. "Not since last month. Did you just want the usual?" "Yea." I replied, taking a seat at the bar. Only two other people were in there and both of them were watching the game on tv. I looked to my left. The pool tables were empty. "Hey, Imma play a game of pool." I said, getting up. I dulled (I guess) the stick and set up the rack. When I shot the cue ball, the rack cracked, sending the balls everywhere. I checked different angles for my next move. I found one with the orange ball behind the black one. It was a difficult shot, but I got it in. Throughout the course of my game, more people entered the bar and came over to watch me play. They cheered me on. Some trying to distract me while others were making noise. I hit the black one last. That turned out to be an easy shot. When it went in, the crowd cheered. "Who wants to get their ass handed to them?!" I shouted over the people. They didn't listen as they were setting up for a new game. I was watching until someone from the crowd grabbed me my arm. Then I was suddenly slammed against the wall away from the crowd. "Fuck you can play." A thick accent spoke. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I looked up to see Jem, mere inches from me. "What? Let me go!" I spat, removing his hand. "You're back early? What happened?" He pointing to my arm. "It's nothing, really." I lied. "Who hurt ya?" "I'm fine." "Listen, kid. I have a habit of finding thangs out on my own. I'm sure ya wouldn't want that." "I was shot." I admitted. "Who shot ya?" He asked, angrily. "...some dumbass on the streets. Wasn't watching what he was doin'." I lied again. "Mmm...where were ya at?" "Walkin' down the street. Listen man, I ain't a little girl. I can take care of myself." I told. "You're right. You ain't a little girl, but I just wanna make sure ya ok?" Jem said as his face softened. "I'm fine." I said, trying to leave. "Hey, wait a minute. Did ya wanna get outta here?" "And do what?" "I don't know. Talk, if you're into that kinda thang." I looked him over a couple times before answering him. "Alright. Where will we go?" I asked. "The park. I just need to stop somewhere." He said as we made our way out of the bar and down the street. We soon stopped in front of package store. "Wait right here. I'll be right back." Jem said. He quickly dashed into the store. While I waited, I checked my phone. There was à text from my sister.
Gucci: 'Mike's staying over tonight. You can come back, but you ain't gone be sleeping. You can stay with Cocoa tonight.'
"Damn." I muttered to myself. "What's the matter, babe?" Jem asked, coming out of the store. He had two brown paper bags in his hands. "Babe?" "Yea. Ain't you my babe?" "Whatever, man. Whatchu' got?" I asked. "Well, I was thinking we can skip the park and work on getting you in my bed." He replied, winking at me. "The only way you'll get me in your bed is if you drink me under the table. If ya do that, I'll give ya the fuck of your life." I smirked. "Shit. Then let's get you home." He said, wrapping an arm around me. We walked into a dark, shady looking neighborhood. A couple of dark figuers were lurking in the shadows, talking to each other. A single house stood out from the dark. Jem unlocked the door to a messy, crowded, foyer. Clothes and other shit scattered everywhere. "Sorry about the mess. Me and Dougie ain't usually have people over." He said. "My place is the same except not as cluttered." I replied. I looked around and spotted a pair of red thongs hidden in the corner. "Those yours?" I asked, pointing to them. "Uh...no. Must've been Dougie's. He sometimes bring girls home." Jem explained, stuffing the thongs in his jean pocket. "Umm...come on. We'll go to the bedroom." We had to step over dirty piles of clothes and dishes to the bedroom. Surprisingly, his room was spotless and the bed was made. "Why is...nevermind." I began to say. "How do ya wanna do this? We can take turns or just go straight into it, if ya want?" Jem said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulled off his shirt, revealing several tattoos. He then grabbed one of the brown bags and took a long swig from the bottle. He handed the bottle to me. I took my swig and handed it back. I sat next to him on the bed, looking around the room. His closet was open ajar. I noticed a cop uniform. The badge looked familiar as if I've seen it recently. "Wh-where did you get that from?" I asked. "Oh...uhh...I was at a...uh...costume party the other night." Jem explained, fidgeting. "You tried rob the bank truck the other day! You shot me!!" I yelled. "No...no...that wasn't..." "Stop lying!" "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was ya. I thought ya were the cops. I didn't know!!" "You didn't recognize me?! I ought to tell my sista!!" I yelled. "But, I do think it's sexy that you shot me." I said, climbing in his lap. I kissed him deeply, letting my tongue slide into his mouth. His hands held my sides. "That was easy." He mumbled. "It makes me wet thinking of you in that uniform with a gun." I said. I snatched the bottle out of his hand and taking several swigs. "How wet?" "Wanna see?" I whispered, getting up. I slipped off my shirt. Next, I undid my pants and they fell on the floor. I crossed my arms in my blue thong set. "Damn. Turn around." He ordered and I did just that. "Shit. I didn't know ya had a four leaf clover tat on your ass. Can I kiss it for good luck ?" He got down on his knees. His large hands gripped the sides of my ass, holding me still. I felt his little whiskers on my bare ass as repeatedly kissed my "lucky" tat. "Fuck!! That shit's my lucky charm. When did ya get it?" He asked, sitting back on the bed. "My sista slapped it on me when I first moved here." I replied. I climbed back on onto his lap, kissing him deeply. Through our make out session, his pants were gone. "Ever had a townie in ya, baby?" Jem asked. Before I could answer, he flipped us over, making him on top. He put both of my legs over his shoulders. "N-no." I replied. I could feel his tip just barely touching my wet entrance. He pushed a few inches in me, causing me to grab hold on to the nearest thing. "Shit. You're tight." He grunted. He pushed the rest of himself in me and stayed still. "Ya gonna make me fucking cum in no time." Jem grunted, pumping in and out of me. Our skins were slapping against each other. The bed was beginning to hit the wall. His strokes gradually got faster, making me spill my juices all him and the bed. The build up started in the pit of my stomach. "Mmm..." I moaned. Jem slipped one of his hands underneath my bra, pinching me already hard nipple. The other one ached, but was soon taken care of. He began to kiss the valley between my breast. He made his way back up to my lips. This time his tongue did all the work. "Shit..." He muttered under his breath as I felt myself tighten around him. "Aaaahhhh....I'm gonna cum!!!" I moaned. Not a moment to soon, the build up in my stomach suddenly have way as I came all over the sheets and Jem. Jem continued to pump as his climax soon hit him. He bit down on my shoulder as his hot cum exploded inside me. He rode his high down before pulling out of me with a grunt. He collapsed next to me. I noticed a bead of sweat on his brow. "Damn." I whispered, looking at my shoulder. His teeth marks broke the skin. A little blood came out. Bruises already appeared. "Sorry, babe. Ya good. Imma keep ya." He said, sliding me over to him. My hands reached down to his semi-hard cock and gave it a few strokes. "Babe, are ya sure ya wanna do that? You'll get fucked again." Jem warned. "I ain't afraid." I said, still stroking him.
