Page 114 of The Ninth

I popped open all three of my shots, taking them back at once. The girls cheered me on while Cassie casted nervous glances. They’ll be the only three I take tonight. I just needed them to even be able to get in a vehicle with a man who tried to assault me.

“LOOKLOOKLOOKLOOKLOOK!” Cassie yelled. As we got closer to The Ninth, she pointed to a truck waiting off in the cut. “That’s Kenan’s shit. This is why y’all cannot get fucked up! He’s already anticipating we on bullshit.”

“He’s pathetic. How you scared for your life but still risking it for some pussy? There’s something wrong with him and that bitch!” I shook my head.

“Goofy as hell,” the three of them said at once.

We pulled into the private parking lot, backing in. Some employees were coming in, but most were already inside. It’s early, about 9pm at this point. Realizing this made me realize we’re going to be with them for hours. Seconds later, the truck pulled up outside the gate.

“Let me get to him first and then walk up. He need to see me before he sees Devyn and gets scared,” Cassie breathed out.

If I wasn’t nervous, I would laugh. She really does hate niggas. She shut the car off, giving the keys to Kenzie since she has a purse. I cracked my door to let air in as she began her walk out of the back lot. We all just stared in amazement.

“Gahhhhhhdamnnnn!” Kenzie whispered.

Cassie’s body moved fluidly as she strutted down to the gate. Her ass was swinging, but it was more controlled than just going everywhere. Her steps were purposeful, in sync, almost like they were singing a song. Her curls sat on the top of her ass. Skin reflecting all the lights of the night. She even had a lil bounce in her walk. She knows she’s fire.

“If I was a nigga, I’d fall for it...” Tati chuckled. This caused Kenzie and I both to laugh. I’ll never question why this woman has a man funding her life from behind bars again.

The back door to the truck flung open. Kenan hopped out, tripping over his foot and having to catch himself. I just know there’s way more niggas with him if he’s in the back of his own shit. He grabbed Cassie’s hand, spinning her around. In awe, we watched him drop to his knees, kissing on her stomach. The front window raised down.

“THIS NIGGA SOFT! AYE, I THOUGHT YOUR FRIENDS WAS WITH YOU?”

Cassie looked back, waving us on. Kenan was still on his knees, gripping the back of her legs and looking up at her. As we made our way to the truck, he stood, lifting her up with him. She let out a forced laugh while slapping his shoulders. The guy in the driver’s seat held eye contact with me my whole trek to the gate.

Once we were close enough, Kenan finally looked at us, landing on me last. He instantly sat Cassie down, “Oh, I didn’t know short—”

“She’s coo, I talked to her. I thought you were focused on just me? I can count on you to stay focused tonight, right?”

I’ve never heard her sound like this.

“Right,” he nodded instantly.

With that, Cassie waved us forward. The truck had three rows and there were niggas in each of them. Up front were two. Kenan and another in the middle and one extra one in the very back. Tati and I got into the very back, Kenzie sat in the middle and Kenan got in behind her. Cassie’s face was stone as she got in, sitting in his lap.

“It’s cramped back here,” Tati smirked, looking over at the guy.

“Aw, say that then!” he smiled back. He had grills in with a low cut fade. I had to turn the light on real quick to make sure it wasn’t my nigga. Without permission, he pulled her onto his lap. They smiled at each other for three seconds before she just started kissing him.

The truck jerked away from the curb quickly as we started flying through the Chicago streets. Faneto by Chief Keef came on. The one in the passenger seat turned the music all the way up, blasting it throughout the truck. Kenzie’s pretty self got her camcorder out and began recording herself singing. I leaned up in the seat behind her, also singing the lyrics while shaking my ass.

The guy next to her took it from her, recording himself before flipping it to her. She flipped so her and I were face-to-face. Once Kenzie started shaking ass, everyone in the truck turned to look. I leaned even further into the seat. Smacking and rubbing all over her. Even Cassie couldn’t help but smile and smack her ass. The sound of us going off the highway caused everyone to look towards the front.

“My bad, folks!” the driver yelled.

“NIGGA! PAY ATTENTION! YOU GON FUCK MY SHIT UP!” Kenan yelled. The girls and I laughed loudly.

As I continued to shake my ass, I felt a hand slide right under my dress and start massaging my pussy. Every bit of me hoped it was Tatianna. When I looked back, she was kissing on his neck, completely ignoring or not seeing what was happening. He bit his lip while one hand rubbed Tatianna’s pussy from the back and the other rubbed mine. As politely as I could, I got his hand off of me before sitting down.

They lit a backwood, passing it straight to Kenzie, “I don’t smoke what I don’t see rolled...” she smiled. They laughed, agreeing that that’s a smart ass choice. Instead, Kenzie reached into her bag, lighting her own backwood. As soon as she handed it to me, I snatched it, dogging it down. We ain’t even made it to the house and I’ve already got my pussy touched on!

Cassie of course declined while Kenzie, Tati, and I had our own little rotation. We were just driving around. Long enough for the three of us to finish and light another one.

The entire time, Kenan was gripping all over Cassie’s body and kissing on her neck. Kenzie made sure to pop our bottle in front of all them, showing the seal breaking off of the 1800. What they didn’t know was, there’s ten percent liquor in this bottle and ninety percent water. The four of us was chugging that shit down. The little liquor in the bottle made the entire car smell like alcohol. These niggas were overly excited.

“We finna stop at this gas station. You want anything, baby? A Snapple?” Kenan chuckled as the music turned down.

“I’m fine,” Cassie said coldly.