Ingrates - Ch. 2 - Panties and Pushers

Chapter 2 - Panties and Pushers1

It started with a thong.2

Morgan's favorite thong (and by default, my favorite thong) was a tiny black and white one with a little pink ribbon on the back. She wore it any time we were going out to a particularly bad-ass show or whenever she wanted to get laid. 3

She was wearing it tonight.4

The long black waistband poked out above her snug low-riders, snaking down into her jeans and between her ass. 5

"Perv!" Sandy yelled at me, smacking the back of my head, her fingers covered in tacky rings. Morgan looked over her shoulder at the two of us and stomped onwards, discretely pulling up her pants after a few moments. I died a little inside.6

Sandy was Morgan's best girl friend, having been neighbors since they were 4. She was a punk rock chick, the kind who listened to Bad Brains and said the Clash were overrated. She was a little chunky, but pretty in her own way, with platinum blonde hair cut pixie-short and snakebite lip rings. She wore long sleeves every day of her life. Both of her arms were covered from elbow to wrist in scars from comically frequent suicide attempts.7

Sandy and I walked side by side, gasping and puffing our cigarettes trying to keep up with Morgan's long strides. I couldn't blame her for walking fast; we were in the murder capital of New Jersey, Camden. A few years ago it was named the most dangerous city in the US. Suck our cocks, Detroit.8

"Morgan, where the fuck is this guy? Its already 9, its a school night, and I don't want to get raped..." Sandy bleated, clutching her jacket tight around her cleavage for effect. 9

"Keep your panties on, okay Dee? He's right on North Ave," I mumbled, trying to sound way more cool than I actually was. Truth is, I fuckin' shat my pants every time we went to score from Newark, Camden, Paterson or where the fuck ever, but I'd die before I let anyone, especially Morgan, see that. 10

We turned the corner and passed some bangers hustling out on the corner. They yelled out at us, we kept walking. Rule number one: never respond to anyone. You go to your guy, the one you already know and have told you're coming. 11

The bangers started cat calling, and Sandy slinked up next to me, clutching my arm. I flicked my cigarette at her feet.12

"Dickhead," she whispered, but moved in closer. 13

"This is Ghost's place," Morgan announced, stopping at a graffiti covered door. A little blue paper was stapled to it, an eviction notice from the City of Camden. I pressed the buzzer for floor three.14

A window slammed open above us. "Who's there?" Ghost yelled at us. Sandy hid behind me. 15

"It's us, motherfucker, let us in," Morgan shouted back. The window slammed shut.16

"Jesus Christ, Morgan, what the fuck is your problem?" Sandy hissed. Her nerves were cute. She acted hard, but besides smoking some weed behind the bleachers in Gym Class and popping as many meds as she could, Sandy didn't really do shit. 17

"Bitch, I swear to God, be cool," Morgan snapped back, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her collared shirt. "This is your birthday present, anyway."18

"Yeah, I know, but--" The door kicked open, and Ghost pulled us inside.19

"Bitch, you want the pigs kickin' down my doorstep? You and your bitch here," Ghost nodded in my direction, "are down here every other fuckin' day. Don't you motherfuckers notice you the only white bitches around? You think the pigs don't notice that shit? Little man down there is the whitest motherfucker in New Jersey."20

Morgan punched his arm and giggled. "You love us, Ghostie. We're you're best customers. And Dev's cool."21

"Hahaha... Yeah, he cool. Little man's cool. How you doin' little man?" 22

I spit over the staircase railing. We got to his apartment, and the three of us marched in while Ghost deadbolted the door behind us.23

"Aight aight, what you want?"24

"A game of pool," Morgan said, flopping down on the couch and putting her feet up on Ghost's table, which was actually just a door ripped off its hinges, resting on two crates.25

"Uh-uh honey, I don't got the lady tonight... Just your boy," 26

Morgan and me exchanged glances. Sandy sat down next to Morgan on the couch, but kept on her jacket and sat up straight as she could. Morgan whispered something in Dee's ear, and she looked mortified.27

"Whatever man. It's cool. 60 a bundle?" I said, locking eyes with Ghost. If I hadn't snorted two lines in the car, I would never have even been able to talk, but I was feeling cocky.28

"Ahaha, little man, you funny. 80, baby, 80 a bundle," he said, wiping his nose and shifting side to side. Ghost did way too much of his own product for his own good; his mustache was caked with dried blood.29

I looked at Morgan and shrugged. She turned to Dee, "Look, its cheaper than the blow." Dee sat tight lipped and fiddled with her cell phone.30

Morgan got up and bounced over to her purse on the table, bending over to get our wad of cash. Ghost tilted his head, then reached into his pocket.31

He tossed something on the table and moved over to Morgan.32

"You know what baby, this one's on me. Why don't you come try that shit, I got fresh works in my room," he said, leering down at her and scratching the rash on his neck. Sandy glared at Morgan over Ghost's shoulder, shaking her head. 33

Morgan stared back at him, and for a split second, flashed her eyes in my direction.34

"Yeah, alright," she said, taking his hand and leading him into the other room. She swayed her hips as they went, the ribbon of her thong peeking over the out-turned label of her jeans. 35

I stood for a second, and could hear the lock turning on his bedroom door. I walked over to the table and grabbed the bundle he tossed on it, snapping off the rubber band and grabbing a package.36

"Dev, what the fuck are you doing?" Sandy shrieked, kneeling next to me on the floor as I ripped the little white package, labeled "Reloaded" in bold green ink with a little pistol beneath it. 37

"Look, Dee, they're gonna be in there a while. Happy fuckin' birthday. You want first?" I cut out two identical lines with a credit card, pushing one her way. Sandy just stared. I shrugged and pulled out a bill, rolling it up and snorting my share.38

I felt nothing. 39

"How is it?" Dee whispered, looking at me like I was going to drop dead right there. I handed her the bill. She hesitated, but only for a second.40

I leaned back into the couch, flicking aside the stray puffballs of stuffing that bled from its seams. Closing my eyes, I tried to feel the dope hit my bloodstream. 41

"Either this is fuckin' baby powder, or this shit sucks," I spat, taking another package and ripping it open. Sandy did her line first this time, and I leaned in for mine when it shifted around the mirror I took out of Morgan's purse.42

The whole table was shaking. Morgan moaned loudly from the next room, causing Dee to shift uncomfortably in her seat. Ghost put on his stereo and Wu Tang blared out from under the door crack. I did my line.43

I lit a cigarette, stewing in my own failure and pissed as fuck at the ineffectiveness of the shit. What the fuck's so great about dope anyway? How could anyone get addicted to this shit?44

It hit Dee first. She started breathing heavily, and then tugged off her sweatshirt. She looked at me.45

"Holy fucking shit."46

I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, I could feel it all. I could feel the warmness spreading from what felt like the core of my fucking soul to every extremity. I felt the heat in the back of my skull, pulsing and calming at the same time. I shook my head, and everything was in slow motion. I wasn't high, I was alive for the first time in my whole, goddamned, mess of a life.47

I swallowed, and could feel the spit drip down my throat to my stomach. I shifted, and felt like my whole body was immersed in water, my limbs floating easily around me. 48

This is it. This is what I've been waiting for, and I didn't even know I was waiting for it.49

We smirked stupidly at each other and did another bag each. Morgan was going to bitch at us later for only leaving two each for later, but I couldn't give a fuck. Morgan screeched in the next room, and I could hear what I could swear was spanking.50

I don't really know how it happened, but Dee was on top of me, shoving her tongue down my throat and clawing at my back. I shoved her on her back, knocking that stupid, bootleg fucking table to the floor and licked from her neck down to her tits. 51

She shoved her hand inside my pants, rubbing my cock on the outside of my boxers. We were both panting like maniacs and grinding against each other as hard as we could, doing anything, everything to feel that heat.52

She pulled off her t-shirt and bra while I tugged at her jeans. She unzipped me, and I kicked off my shoes as I pushed down on her, rubbing my dick on her clit. She moaned and pulled my head down to her tits, running her hands through my hair. We locked eyes for a split second; I pushed into her.53

We fucked for hours, for days. She moaned, so blissfully unaware of anything else than our bodies that she was on the verge of tears. She came, and came, and I kept going. I don't know if it was the dope or the thought of Morgan in the next room getting fucked just like this by our scummy coke dealer, but it lasted forever.54

She pushed me on my back in one fluid motion, never releasing me from inside her. She rode me as hard as she could, pushing her mouth against mine. I grabbed at her hair, gripping her short blonde hair hard. I came inside her, and pressed my body to hers, feeling the pulse of her heart against my chest. 55

She slid off of me, looking away as she put her clothes back on. Just as we both got ourselves decent, Morgan burst out of Ghost's room, stinking of sex and pulling her hoodie back on. She grabbed our bundle and shoved it into her bra.56

"Let's go bitches, we got school tomorrow," She cackled, already heading to the door. Dee looked at me once before following. Ghost stumbled into the hallway, wearing only his boxers and a Kool dangling from his lips.57

"Hey yo, little man, you be good now aight? Be careful with that shit. That's a nigger drug. Aint no white boy shit," he said, laughing as I stared at him, hoping against hope that my cum had stained his shitty fucking couch.58

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