And that wasn’t all I needed to know as I stormed out of Gino’s room and rolled up on G like I had a loaded gun to back me up.
“I need to know,” I said to him, sweeping magazines off the marble coffee table and sitting down with my legs gapped open and grilling him eye to eye, “why my fuckin brother is up in your cut room handling duji and powder. Why out of all them motherfuckers out there dying to be down on your sour dick, you have to take the one thing that means something to me and dirty it up.”
G didn’t even look at me. “You been listening to the wrong people, Juicy. Don’t let that smart-mouth bitch get your ass in a sling.”
“This ain’t about nobody but Jimmy. My motherfuckin brother.”
“Did that yellow ho tell you she got caught dippin? That she’s the reason Jimmy got sent upstairs in the first place? I needed somebody I could trust to replace her thievin ass.”
“Please.” I waved my hand. “Dicey wouldn’t even do no shit like that.”
“So who you calling a liar, Juicy?”
I was steamed. “Whose motherfuckin face am I in?”
At first I thought some boiling water had been splashed in my face, and it took me a second to realize that G had capped me. I shook my head and blew blood out of my nose, scooting backward on the low table trying to get away from the two hammers that used to be his fists.
“Bitch!” he yelled, beating me like I’d stolen something. “Dirty, nasty, trick-ass bitch!”
I couldn’t even scream. Blood was gushing down my throat, choking me, and my legs were so heavy my feet wouldn’t move.
“Pwease, G!” I stretched out my arms to him and cried through my busted lip. “Pwease!” Lord God, I prayed as his fists crashed into my face, chest, arms, and head. This nigger is trying to kill me. I got as low as I could to the floor and balled up in a knot, my hands covering my head as he slammed his fists into me.
“Get your ass up! You bad enough to get in my face about the way I run my business, you bad enough to take what you got coming!”
It was just like getting beat with a baseball bat. Home runs were being swung at my back, head, and legs, left and right. I was tight though. Curled up so tight you could have bounced my ass. That just pissed G off even more.
G was in a beating frenzy and as I twisted and turned trying to get away, all I could do was pray that Gino wouldn’t wake up and hear us and come try to save me. Both of us would end up dead. G grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my face and chest. His fist moved like a jackhammer, fucking me up with ease.
“I’ll kill your fuckin ass!” G dragged me all over that room, wiping up the floor with me. My arms and back were on fire, but G also wanted my soft parts. He wanted some stomach. He swung his foot and kicked me in the ribs, then buried his heel in my gut so hard I threw up vomit that tasted like blood.
G beat me until he got tired; huffing and puffing and plain worn-out. By then I had crawled underneath the dining table, cringing and crying, my lips busted, my nose bleeding, my whole body in shock. I watched him from between the chair legs as he walked back over to the living room area and sat back down on the sofa, then pulled off his one sock and lay back on the couch in the same position he was in before I had come in and jumped bad in his face.
G fell back asleep, and I would have stayed under that table the whole night, scared to move, if he hadn’t woke up about an hour later and threatened to turn that bitch over and drag me out from under it if I didn’t come over to him.
“Go comb your hair, Juicy,” he said real quiet-like. “And wash all that dried snot off your face. When you come back out here I want you in some red panties and a see-through top.”
What this nigger got planned? I asked myself, because I sure as hell didn’t know. But I did like he said. I hobbled into the bathroom and stood over the sink, all the while dying to fill that big old tub up with hot water and sink my aching bones down into it. I started crying again as soon as I looked in the mirror. G had fucked me up. My right eye was getting black and both my cheeks were red and swollen. I washed my face and put my hair back in a ponytail, then went into the bedroom and dug in my bag until I found some silky red drawers. I couldn’t find a shirt that was see-through, but I had this sheer black throw that I’d bought to wear over a bikini, so I threw that on.
G made me stand there in front of him for about ten minutes. I was scared to move, and scared to speak. Finally he nodded and said, “Drag that table over to the wall.”
I bent over and pulled that heavy-ass table across the room without opening my mouth.
“Now climb up there on it.”
I climbed up on the table and stood there feeling stupid.
“Now dance.”
“Dance?”
“Yeah. Dance. Pretend like you hear some music, and dance.”
Slowly, I moved my feet from side to side, clapping my hands a bit and popping my fingers. G started shaking his head.
“Uh-uh, Juicy. You can do better than that.” He stood up and came over to me, and even though I was standing on that coffee table he was still taller than me.
Something in G’s eyes told me he wanted me to fuck up, even just a little bit, so he could kick my ass again. “Gone, girl. Dance like you one of them hoes at the Spot. Dance like you danced with that motherfuckin faggot in your class. Matter fact, Juicy, dance for Daddy until my dick gets hard.”
So I danced. Sore and scared as I was, I danced my ass off, rubbing my hands over my titties, shaking my ass in his face, grinding my hips into the air. G didn’t look the least bit turned on. In fact, it looked like he got madder and madder the more I moved, but each time I tried to slow down or stop, he would wave me on and tell me More ass, girl! Shake more ass!
The ultimate humiliation came when he called Gino’s room and woke him up and told him to come over. I couldn’t even look in Gino’s face as G made him take a seat next to him and watch the Juicy-Mo Show.
I stood up on that table feeling worse than naked. I felt like a big ho, a cheap-ass slut, and a no-good bitch, which were all the things G was calling me as he pointed my good features out to his son, who had already explored them firsthand. “This one fine bitch, ain’t she? Look at them titties,” he said. “You ever see any that pretty before? Round as coconuts with them thick-ass nipples. And that ass. Lord have mercy. You could sit a cup on it that booty it’s so damn round!”
I danced and I cried. G told me to take off my panties right there in front of Gino, and to slip two fingers into my pussy. I didn’t want to, but what choice did I have? I knew he would’ve beat me half to death, and maybe Gino, too, if I didn’t obey him, so I pulled those panties off and put my hand between my legs.
“Damn, G.” Gino stood up and started walking away. “Chill, dawg. How you treating your lady? This your woman, man.”
G just laughed at his back. “You damn right. This my woman.”
Gino slammed the door behind him and I was left standing on that table with my thong in my hand. I knew the drill, so I wasn’t surprised at all by what G told me to do. Minutes later I was on my knees, kneeling on that cold marble table with my ass up in the air. G had wrapped my panties around my head and rammed his dick up my ass. “Pillow-biting bitch! Take this dick up your dookey chute, slut! Give Daddy some of that chocolate pudding!” He rode me from behind and choked me with those panties until I thought I would pass out, but never once did I cry out or scream for help. Gino had already seen me violated worse than a dog, and there was no way I wanted him to see me being dicked down like this.