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  Truth & Legend

  A Ride or Die Love Story

  Mesha Mesh

  Chapter 1

  Truth

  See, a lady doesn’t drink, she sips, and that’s exactly what I was doing while I was watching this fine specimen of a man in front of me. He has the darkest milk chocolate skin that I have ever seen in my life, with waves so deep that you need a scuba diving outfit on just to comb through. He stands at least six-feet-five inches tall with arms the size of bowling balls. His shoulders are so broad and stout that I could see my small hands rubbing up and down on them, giving him one of my famous massages. The way that he is rocking his red True Religion shirt and the slight sag of his True Religion jeans got my cookie on fire. On his feet he is sporting a pair of red Valentines Jordan’s which set his fit off to the max.

  When I say his swag is on one million I mean that and at this moment my juices are flowing by just looking at him. Too bad it’s only a matter of time before he becomes another notch on my belt, another space on my resume, another face on a shirt, another statistic to come from this dirty game. I hadn’t had sex in a year and a half and he just may get it before I put him out of his misery.

  He was staring at me just as I was staring at him so I uncrossed my legs, and then crossed them in the opposite direction so that I can give him a glimpse of this clean shaven chocolate pussy. I stuck my tongue out slowly yet seductively and licked the salt and sugar mix that is on the rim of my glass while giving him the sexiest bedroom eyes that I could muster. I knew he was falling for the bait since no man can seem to resist my advances. You see, in the hood where I grew up I am considered a dime, a bad bitch, or a diva but I didn’t consider myself any of that. I am not any of those labels or names that these men give to women now a days.

  Who I am is Trutice Wallace aka Truth; twenty-five year old bombshell from Dallas. What I am is one of the most deadly but beautiful woman that you would ever know! I stand at five-feet-four, one hundred and forty-five pounds of pure sexiness. I am the color of mocha chocolate with a butt so round and breasts so perky that a man instantly gets a brick hard dick and his eyes pop out of his head when I enter a room. They say I favor Janelle Monae but I say she favors me. My mother blessed me with her hazel eyes and my pops blessed me with my jet black wavy hair that men and women alike seemed to love.

  “I’m going to get me some of what he has to offer tonight!” I whispered to myself.

  I sat and watched my victim a little while longer until my song came on. I got up from my seat at the bar and headed to the dancefloor. Showtime! The beginning of “Body Party” by Ciara started and I slowly swayed my hips in a circle. I looked him straight in the eyes, licked my lips, bent over and shook my butt. There was no need to shake it hard because little effort would make it wobble uncontrollably. I stood back upright and put my hands on my head then started making my bell roll like a snake while going down to the floor in rhythm to the beat. When I got in the squatting position I sat still and made my butt pop each time that the base dropped. My cheeks were clapping so hard that you could hear the sound effects across the dance floor. I wound my way back up slowly while touching my legs, inner thigh, stomach, then breast and mouthing the words to him.

  “You can't keep your hands off me, touch me right there, rock my body

  I can't keep my hands off you; your body is my party

  I'm doing this little dance for you

  You got me so excited

  Now it's just me and you

  Your body's my party, let's get it started

  Boy you should know that your love is always on my mind

  I'm not gonna fight it, I want it all the time

  Boy you should know that your love is always on my mind

  And I can't deny it, I want you, I want you”

  He started readjusting the front of his pants and shifting in his seat like he was fighting with himself. I knew he wanted to come over but he was trying to play hard. I started counting down from ten because I knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost the battle with his inner self. I placed a smirk on my face and snickered on the inside when Dollar stood up, fixed his pants and patted his shirt down so that he could make his way over to me.

  His walk was very cocky yet confident and oh so sexy with those bow legs. I was pleased with myself because I reeled him in quicker than I thought I would. I turned my back to him so he could get a good look at my backside then made my cheeks jump one at a time to keep teasing him.

  He pushed his way through the crowd and stopped when he got directly behind me and watched my show for a little longer. When it became too much for him to watch he grabbed me around waist and pulled me into his hard chest. He positioned my butt directly on his stiff wood and my pussy jumped from excitement. He had me right where he wanted me to be then wrapped his arms around my waist to hold on to me as if we were in a loving relationship. I was grinding into his crouch, getting hornier and hornier and he was feeling hella good to me.

  Then he bent down, sniffed my neck and spoke, “Hey sexy lady, can you do that dance on a dick like you’re out here doing it on this floor?”

  It was as if the music stopped playing and I immediately stopped dancing when I smelled the foul stench of his breath. It was a mixture of feces, alcohol, and a month old shitty diaper that was left in the hot sun. I am so appalled! How dare he bring his grown ass over here and not check his breath beforehand! I know his boys smelled that halitosis in that booth! Now I am pissed and my purring kitty dried up in less than two point five seconds. I wanted to kill him right then and there but this is a job and I know I can’t be that messy. One stupid mistake could cost me my money and my freedom and I’m not having that.

  So much for having sex tonight; pitiful, pitiful me. I looked at him while I reached my hand into my pocketbook to produce a piece of double mint gum. I handed it to him, told him to chew and then advised him to try again. My skin crawled and I wanted to claw his face as I stood there waiting on him to get his breathe together. My temper would have gotten the best of me if I didn’t have self-control over my actions. Those anger management classes have paid off because he wouldn’t have had a chance in hell and me not slitting his throat, it wouldn’t have been possible right now if I didn’t attend them.

  I stood there just watching and getting angrier by the second with the way he was slowly opening the gum as if he thought I was joking. My blood has boiled over and I mean I am piping hot. At that moment I’m thinking of different ways I could torture him. He deserves to have a slow and very painful death for taking me through this horrid situation.

  I had to ease my mind and find a little humor in the situation to calm myself down. It was definitely funny how his eyes showed embarrassment and his demeanor slightly changed as he chewed the gum while watching me. His confidence was slowly dwindling with ever chomp of his teeth. He shifted his eyes from mine and slightly lowered his head. Yea you should be embarrassed bastard. Once he figured that he had chewed the gum enough to kill the odor, he repeated the question again with the same cockiness as before.

  “Can you ride this dick they way you rode the beat of that song?”

  I had to remind myself that this was for the money because under different circumstance I would have walked off and that would have been the end of this discussion. The gum helped a little bit but it did not fully mask the stench of his breath. I wanted to shove the whole pack down his throat but decided against it. I will just have to hold my breath when he speaks to keep from throwing up on him. My eyes watered and my stomach felt queasy from the stench of his breath and the small amount of alcohol that I consumed. Vomit was trying to come up but I still managed to push that to the side.

  I pulled him by th
e shirt down to my size then whispered in his ear, “I can show you better than I can tell you so if you would like we can make this a private show.”

  With that said he grabbed my hand, turned around and headed back towards VIP where his goons were. There’s no way that I would have ever thought one of the biggest dope boys in Dallas would have such a potty mouth. In my line of business, I have seen all kinds of interesting things to where nothing should surprise me anymore but this takes the cake. Never in all of the years that I have been around boss niggas, have I ever smelled a boss’s breath in the club. They are usually very well kept in the hygiene area and are cautious of this type of thing since women are constantly in their faces.

  The streets call this funk box Dollar Bill and he is from a part of Dallas called Oak Cliff. Oak Cliff is huge and is broken up into different hoods. Dollar grew up around a part of the Cliffs called College Park and that’s where he began his hustle. He started out moving nickel bags of that straight drop for a has-been who started smoking his own supply named Donk.

  Donk was known for his love of fly whips and whipping skills in the kitchen but I guess the whip started to smell good to him and began calling his name. Dollar got wind of what he was doing from one of the corner boys and started plotting his come up. It wasn’t long before Donk started to fall off of his game. He started to become sloppy and led Dollar straight to his hideout. Dollar went by the spot one day and went into the stash.

  Donk was down to his last and Dollar planned to take it all. Dollar couldn’t imagine himself going broke again so he loaded up everything he saw. As soon as Dollar placed the bag on his shoulder and prepared to walk out Donk walked in. Dollar immediately sprang into action when he saw Donk. He shot him several times and beat him damn near to death then left him right in the door of his spot to be found.

  From that one brick that he took from Donk he came up. He stood on the corner day and night by himself flipping and flipping the brick not spending a dime. His dope boy career took off in the game in a matter of months. Now Dollar is thirty years old and felt that he was a kingpin in his own right. He doesn’t give a damn about anyone and is known for being super greedy. What he fails to realize is his whole team is supposed to eat like he is eating but he crumbs the very people that he wants to be loyal to him.

  Dollar is getting money hand over fist in these streets but he can’t seem to keep it because he spends the majority of it on different women trying to please them. He got traps all over Oak Cliff, Cedar Hill and even in Lancaster but his tricking bill and bad spending habits won’t allow him to stack his money the way it should have been stacked. Shaking my head, these dummies never learn.

  Once we reached VIP he spoke to his partner in crime, whose name is Perion, to tell him that he was leaving with me. Perion glanced in my direction with flirtatious eyes then nodded his head in my direction. I smiled, blew him a kiss and nodded my head back in recognition. The two dapped each other up; Dollar turned around to face me, snatched my hand and hurriedly pulled me towards the exit as if he thought that I would change my mind. All I could think about is how I couldn’t wait to get this over with so that I can get away from him and his funk box.

  He pulled me closer to him then lugged me along like I was a ragdoll. His feet moved at full speed almost as if he was running once we reached the outside of the clubs doors. He cautiously looked over both shoulders, to the left, then the right and straight ahead several times as we walked across the parking lot. It was kind of funny to see him constantly looking around like he was paranoid about something or someone. If he only knew what I know then he would be way more than just paranoid. Dollar really doesn’t even know how short his life span has become since he grabbed the grim reaper herself off of the dancefloor.

  When we reached his car I must admit that the smoke gray 2015 Mercedes S550 that he has is very nice. I love Benz’s and this one here I can see in my garage. He had some twenty-four inch Asanti’s with Michelin Pax tires on the feet of the Benz. That’s country shit for you but it was nice, I can’t lie. Why the dope boys’ mess up the beauty of their expensive vehicles by adding all the extra, I will never understand but it looked awesome. Dollar unlocked the doors then helped me get into the car like a true gentleman.

  The inside of the Benz smells of Kush and cologne and the interior is decked with peanut butter leather seats that you just melt in when you sit down. The cushion of the seats wrapped around my body like a glove so I let the seat back a little to get comfortable.

  After he saw to it that I was in the car securely he went around to the driver’s side and let himself in as well. He readjusted his visor to the position of his liking then looked over at me. He placed his hand on my inner thigh and stared at my juicy glossed up lips for a few moments before he reached in to try and get a kiss.

  I placed my hand over his lips then spoke sweetly, “No, no, bad boy, we are saving all that for when I get to you into the suite at the hotel.”

  Inside I felt disgusted but I kept a smile on my face to mask what I was really feeling.

  “Yo baby I feel you,” was all he replied but I could tell his ego was bruised a bit.

  There was no way I was going to allow him to place that heat on my mouth. I blew him a kiss instead so that he could chill out with the sad look and get relaxed again. His eyes perked up and fluttered with excitement then he squeezed my thigh. He turned the music up as high as it will go, leaned back and then took off with his hand still placed on my inner thigh.

  I know that I may have appeared to be so comfortable and cozy with him but on the inside I was really restless. The anticipation of killing him had my stomach turning backflips. My evil thoughts started to take over from the excitement of ridding others of his breath forever. I am going to enjoy seeing his face while his blood is draining from his body. I sat back further into the seat to calm myself so he wouldn’t notice. He was listening to Yo Gotti’s song “Everybody” and the way he was rapping and all into it the song made me laugh at him. He looked over at me singing,

  “Everybody, everybody

  Everybody wanna be a dope boy

  Everybody wanna be a coke boy

  Everybody got a chopper, everybody getting money

  Everybody say they from the hood

  Everybody is real but they not

  Every bitch say she’s a bad bitch

  Everybody on Instagram looking like they mad rich

  But they’re not

  Everybody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top.”

  It was so cliché that this fool would be riding around jamming this like he is straight up one- hundred. If he would had been then he wouldn’t have a price on his head and he would never see the likes of me; Lady Death. I am called on when you have fucked up and I do mean fucked up to the point that my clients want you to be none existent in this world forever.

  It only took us fifteen minutes to get from Downtown Dallas to the MGM Grand Hotel in Desoto. He sped all the way to his death. We pulled into the parking lot and he backed into a space. I didn’t give him time to cut the car off because as soon as he was finished I hurriedly unbuckled myself then straddled his lap.

  There was no way that I wanted to go anywhere else with this foul mouth fool. I began to grind on his lap until I felt his thickness began to rise inch by inch. When I felt it fully arise a soft moan slipped from between both of our lips followed by his hands gripping both of my butt cheeks. I bent down towards his neck then softly licked and sucked it all over. He began massaging my butt just the way I like and I felt my juice drip on my thigh.

  He was so engrossed with the way I was boning him that he didn’t even notice when my back stiffened and my demeanor started to change. I moved the razor from under my tongue with my tongue then carefully spit it into my hand behind his back. I sucked his neck once more and he let his head fall back onto the headrest to give me full action at it. I wasted no time and sliced him right across his Adam’s apple ripping the flesh
at his neck wide open. He tried to push me out of the way but it was much too late to do anything to save himself. He looked into my face and his eyes grew wide as saucers. I wonder if he saw the devil himself as he looked at me.

  His face displayed pure shock and pain while I’m pretty sure mine held amusement and arousal. I kept my gaze upon his and did not waiver from it for I was in fear that if I did I would miss when his soul finally made its withdrawal.

  He grabbed at his neck to stop the flow of blood but his arms started to grow heavy and dropped from his throat. His body had begun to spasm as if he was a fish taken out of water. His body was shaking so hard that the friction from his manhood grinded with my honeypot. At first he was trying to take quick gasps to catch his breath then it turned to tiny sips. His eyes glazed over then his mouth fell open.

  I continued to watch as the blood spurted out from the open gash. I got even more excited, my panties were soaking wet and I had an orgasm so hard that it rocked my soul. I lifted my shirt then smeared the blood all over my hardened nipples as I continued to watch the dying man. He was a lot stronger than the others before him that were in this exact situation plus he held out a lot longer than I thought he would and for that I was happy. I appreciated the strength that he displayed because it allowed us to have awesome foreplay while he was on his last leg.

  I placed my breast upon his chest and an ear to his mouth so that I could see if he may have still been breathing. I could feel faint beat of his heart and that aroused me to the point of no return as my happy ending grew near. The feeling that comes over me each time I kill sometimes scares me. I am so in love with making people suffer that I can only hope that I will get the same enjoyment when it’s my turn to be on the chopping block.

  My sex faces were the last thing he saw before he breathed his last breath; it was over. I had been so into my orgasm and his death that I didn’t notice that I was still grinding on his massive dick that I wish would have been inside of me.