I grab a handful of Super Head’s hair and stuff my dick back in her mouth. I try to block everything out except one thing – catching a nut. I just need to come and get this over with. As I pump my hips, I hear her gagging and gasping for breath. I push her head down as far as I can. When she grabs my thighs, I look down again. She’s staring up at me with frightened, watery eyes. Her mascara is running, forming black lines down her cheeks. She’s heaving, saliva oozing to the floor. I pull her head back and allow her to catch her breath.

Like the trooper she is, she jumps right back into the game, grabbing my dick with both hands, and sliding them up and down with just a slight twist. She drops one hand but continues with the other as she sucks on the head. Her free hand gropes my balls as her head bobs on my dick. Fuck, that feels good. She sucks harder and my balls tighten. I throw my head back and snap my eyes shut as I come with a roar. Leaning against the wall, I try to calm my breathing.

When I look back down, I see only my two feet. Super Head has propped herself up on my bed, legs spread, showing off her whored-out pussy. I remove the condom, tie a knot at the end, and stick it in my pocket to dispose of later. Then, I tuck my dick back in my jeans and zip that bitch up. She stares at me in confusion when I grab her hand and pull her off the bed. She knows better. No bitches in my bed. I don’t kiss bitches either, and I don’t come anywhere but in a condom. I get rid of that shit myself, too. These bitches would do anything to trap a motherfucker. My own experience breaks the surface with its ugly head and I quickly push it back down. I don’t need that shit in my head right now.

“Get dressed.”

She watches me as I rip the sheets off the bed and toss them in the laundry basket. There’s hurt in her eyes but I give zero fucks.

“Now get the fuck out.”

***Raven***

I’m in the kitchen, making breakfast and jamming to Magic!’s “Rude” when Lonnie walks in with Super Head. Now that it’s had some time to sink in, I giggle at the moniker. Gage is something else. I hit pause on my phone, remove my earphones, and turn to them.

“Good morning.”

“Ugh, there’s nothing good about it. What are you making?”

They look awful – hung over and tired. I doubt they slept last night. They both fall into the chairs and lay their heads on the breakfast table.

“Just eggs and toast.”

I pour them some orange juice and crack a few more eggs. As they drink, they start talking. I pop my earphones back in because I don’t want to hear their conversation. However, I hold off on pressing the play button when I hear Gage’s name.

“Lonnie, should we be talking like this in front of her?”

“She can’t hear shit, the way she listens to music. Watch this. Raven!”

I pretend I didn’t hear her and continue to whisk the eggs.

“See? Now tell me what happened. Why the fuck do you sound like a frog?”

“You would, too, if you had Gage’s monster dick stuck in your throat last night.”

Oh, wow. The whisk almost falls from my fingers but I catch it before it hits the bowl. Monster? Well, I guess I did get a preview last night.

“What? You were with Gage?”

There’s anger in her voice. Lonnie has a thing for the minion boss. Then again, he’s hot, so most women would.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I just sucked his dick, or maybe I should say he fucked my mouth.”

“Damn it, Deena! It’s enough I have to put up with that bitch Britney.”

“Something was up with him. It’s like he wasn’t there, like he was thinking about something else. He snapped and shoved his dick so far down my throat I thought I was gonna die.”

“That’s what you get, bitch.”

“Hey, if you hadn’t been busy fucking Crow and Motor, maybe you would have had him.”

Okay, I’ve heard enough. I turn my music back on with a smile. He was so turned on last night that he ended up with Super… I mean Deena. My smile grows wider because I know exactly where his mind was, exactly what made him lose control. He was thinking about me. I don’t want him, but the fact that I could do that to a man like Gage? Priceless. I drown them out while I revel in that little bit of information.

After breakfast, I get ready and head out to catch the eight a.m. bus. I have an interview at ten at the local diner for a waitressing position, and I want to make sure I’m not late. A few minutes later, a girl around my age shows up at the bus stop. I have my earphones in so I just smile and wave to her. She sits on the bench, minding her own business, just the way I like it. After a few minutes, she taps my arm shyly. Great. I remove my earphones and try to hide my annoyance as I look over at her.

“Yes?”

“Sorry.”

Guess I wasn’t successful. I offer her a consolatory smile.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s just that I heard you singing. Is that the August Alsina album?” she asks. I give her a genuine smile this time. Anyone who shares my musical preferences is okay in my book.

“Yeah. You like him?”

Her face lights up and she scoots closer.

“Oh, my God. I love him!”

“Me, too! What’s your favorite song?”

“Right now, it’s between ‘Kissin’ on my Tattoos’ and ‘Ah Yeah’.”

“No way. Me, too!”

She sticks out her hand enthusiastically and I take it with just as much gusto. How cool is it that I’ve already found someone my age who lives close by and has at least one thing in common with me?

“Chrystal, but everybody calls me Chrissy.”

“Raven.”

“Raven. Cool name. I live two houses down.”

“Thanks. I’m four houses that way, on the left.”

Her gaze follows my thumb as I jerk it in the direction of our house. Then her smile fades. My guess is she knows Lonnie.

“Lonnie’s house?”

“Yeah. She’s my sister.”

“Oh.”

I knew it. I knew this would happen. Everyone’s going to judge me based on Lonnie’s horrible reputation.

“I know. She’s a slut.” I say.

Her eyes widen in surprise and then a kind of quiet understanding passes between us before she smiles again.

“Don’t worry about it. I know what I’ll have to deal with. The upside is I’ll be eighteen in a few months and can get away from her.”

“Me, too, in September.”

“October.”

“What’s happening in October?”

I look up and see a dark-skinned god approaching, flashing one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever seen. He halts before us and I tilt my head to absorb his magnificent beauty. Smooth, peanut butter-colored complexion; bright, hazel eyes, and close, clean-cut hair. What sticks out the most, though, is his uncanny resemblance to Chrissy. Slap a wig on him, add some boobs, and he’d be her. He’d look like a bad tranny, but you get my drift.

“Raven, this is my brother, Christopher, world-class jerk. I can’t believe we shared a womb.”

Aah, twins.

“Don’t listen to her. She’s just jealous I got all the looks, brains, and charm.”

I smile despite myself. He is charming. I swear I saw a glint on his teeth when he smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Christopher.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine, beautiful.”

“Ugh! Give it up. She don’t want your corny ass.”

Before either of us can say anything, the roar of motorcycle engines disturbs the peaceful morning. Peeking around Christopher, I watch the advance of at least a dozen bikes. Even from this distance, I know the rider in front is Gage. Damn, he looks sexy on that thing.

“That’s the Death Dealers, but I guess you already know,” Chrissy says quietly.

“I’ve only been here a week and I know more than I care to, Chrissy. Can’t say I like what I’ve heard, though.”

“They’re just a gang hiding behind the front of a motorcycle club,” Christopher says through gritted teeth.

He’s shooting a death stare in the direction the bikes are coming from. Guess there’s no love lost there. I have a better view of them now, and Gage makes some kind of hand signal. The others pass by him and he slows down. Oh, God. Please don’t come over here. Please, please, please. The moment he looks over his shoulder, I know he’s going to cross the street. Damn it.