Page 115 of The Ninth

We pulled up and struggled to let every single nigga in the truck out. Once the last door shut, the girls immediately popped their lips, looking at Cassie. Although I didn’t say anything, I could definitely understand their frustration.

“Cassandra, you’ve got to lighten up, baby! This was your idea and they picking up you not with it!” Kenzie gently told her.

“YEAH, BITCH!” Tati yelled. “This nigga back here with his whole hand up my pussy! We need to take these real shots now before they come back.”

Cassie looked at me. I shrugged, “Cassie, it does seem like you’d rather be in hell than in this truck.”

“I would. Give me the shots.”

She took four of them one by one as Kenzie popped the tops off. I was folded from the weed, so I felt no need to drink. Kenzie and Tati felt the same. That led to Cassie taking the remaining four shots after the four she just took. As the niggas walked back to the truck, she sat in Kenzie’s lap instead of in the seat where Kenan was sitting.

“BUST THAT PUSSY OPEN!” Tati whispered yelled as the door came open. Me being high as fuck started giggling crazy as they got in. Cassie looked at Tati’s nigga crazy after one of the bedazzles on his jeans scraped her arm as he jumped to the back. That shit had me dying laughing. This caused Kenzie to laugh too. I laughed even harder at these niggas looking at each other cheesing, as if we were completely fucked up and they was about to use and abuse us.

MMM MMM by Kaliiii started blasting through the speakers. Cassie started slowly wining on Kenzie’s lap. Kenan was staring at her intensely. I watched as he tapped her shoulder with a roll of money, getting her attention. She took it, immediately handing it to Kenzie who put it in her titties.

“What you want me to do for that, huh?” her voice was still hard but her face had a small smirk on it.

He chuckled, “I’m tryna see something...”

She leaned forward onto the armrest, flipping her hair to the side. Kenzie put Cassie’s entire ass into the frame of the camcorder. Cassie started shaking her ass to the music while also rubbing all over it. Once her hand started sliding down to her pussy, I knew she may be tipsy. But when she hooked her finger on the inside and stretched her romper to the side, exposing her bare pussy to the camcorder?! I had to look away and chuckle.

Once she was done dancing, Kenan snatched her back onto his lap. She said his homeboy needed to cough up money since he saw her pussy. Kenan damn near made him empty all of his pockets. Jealously was all over him realizing the friend was bricked up. Kenzie sat on his lap to try to make it better.

I climbed over the backseat and into the front passenger seat. Both of the niggas were surprised to see me up there. “She’s drunk as fuck,” the one driving whispered. I straddled the one in the passenger seat, grinding my pussy all in his lap. I’m lit. I’m playing along. And every time I drink, I throb thinking of Duke. I’m still chasing the high of sitting in his lap some time ago.

He gripped both of my ass cheeks while slamming them up and down onto him. Kenzie pointed the camcorder at me so I pulled my dress down, exposing my titties. “Hell yeah....” the nigga whispered. Kenzie laughed, reaching forward and shaking one of them for the recording.

Cassie tried to push Kenan’s face forward so he would look at me. I didn’t understand why she would do that until she smiled at his resistance. She slapped his face hard twice, calling him a good boy. She was making sure he stayed far away from me, and on her.

Money started flying all around the car as each of us danced on a nigga. Kenan wasn’t throwing money on Cassie, though. Instead, he was putting it directly in her hand. He was biting his lip so hard as she slammed her ass on his lap, I knew he tasted blood.

Suddenly, the truck slowed down, coming to a stop. Once I turned around, I immediately recognized the house from that night. My hands rushed to my dress, pulling it above my titties. The guys hopped out, running inside. Excited. Kenan made a phone call at the end of his driveway. Cassie and Tati quickly picked up all the hundred dollar bills while Kenzie and I stood beside the truck.

“Are you okay?” she asked, rubbing my arm.

“Yeah. What time is it?!”

“Midnight...”

My eyes popped out of my head, “WHAT? We drove around for that long?”

“I know, I couldn’t believe it either. The truck ride was fun as hell. I guess time flew by. Crazy to actually be here....”

“Alright!” Cassie whispered while shutting the truck door. “Don’t go off with any nigga alone and especially not to the basement!”

“You ready, baby?” Kenan popped up from the other side of the truck. It scared the fuck out of us.

“Baby this, baby that! You ain’t nobody’s deddy, nigga!” Cassie laughed it off, walking over to him.

He wrapped his arm around her waist as she wrapped hers around his body. If I didn’t know better, they looked like a couple. To think he allowed Cassie and her homegirls to jump his day one bitch just to be with her is crazy. He looked down at her speaking softly while showing all of his teeth. Wicked.

As soon as I stepped in the door, I felt dizzy. Not because I was slipped anything, just from the PTSD. The hallway seemed to stretch further and further as I stared down at the basement door. I could hear myself panting as I ran away, running outside and into the girls’ arms. Tati softly gripped my waist, pulling me into the living room.

Cassie stood with her hands on Kenan’s chest, speaking into his ear. The rest of the guys immediately got comfortable. They took their jackets and shoes off. Laid out on the couch and started drinking. They even were popping pills.

“Y’all want a Percocet? Split one?” the one I was straddling asked.

“No!” we all answered together. They started cracking up laughing.