Introducing Kaleela AKA K Smooth
“City girls, from the 305, ghetto booty, pretty face, thick thighs! Period! Y'all bitches know we live! Pimp a nigga head, straight to Ocean Drive! Period!” Chaney sang the lyrics from City Girls’ song “Period.”
She was sitting on the front porch with a bottle of Bud Light Lime Mango-Rita, popping her ass to the beat with Cheetah, her baby brother’s girlfriend.
Cheetah got up next, wagging her tongue as she bumped her thick, creamy thighs against Chaney’s. After working a sixty-hour week, Chaney was ready to let loose, pulling on a fat blunt while the music continued to blast.
This was the life. She had been from the hood and no matter how much she blew up from doing celebrities’ hair to keeping a filled chair at The Palace, she loved the life she was living.
Date night was a chicken basket and fries and a round of Coronas or a bottle of Hennessy, watching a few strippers shake their asses. But in spite of her wild side, Chaney was very private when it came to her love life.
“Alright, nih. Don’t be lowkey trying to get at my girl or have somebody else get at her,” her brother teased, watching Cheetah’s butt jiggle like it did when he hit it from the back.
“Ugh, Four Shorty, are you serious?” Chaney asked him, shaking her head. “Cheetah already knows I wouldn’t even allow her to be out there like that and I don’t want your bitch. You playing,” she said, tossing the rest of the Mango-rita down.
“Shit, my shorty grown but she knows,” he said, standing up to pull her in his lap. Cheetah got her nickname because of her fight game. A girl couldn’t come close to Four Shorty without getting pounced on by her like a cheetah. They’d been together since middle school.
Cheetah couldn’t have kids, but Four Shorty wasn’t getting rid of her for no one. He had two kids on the side, but since Cheetah couldn’t, she basically accepted them. Still, she would beat both of his baby mamas asses if they came through without her permission. She was the baby daddy since all the money and visitation went through her.
Cheetah stopped and smirked, gripping Four Shorty by the balls. “What I know, huh?” Four Shorty slobbed her down, picking her up by her ass cheeks as he took her in the house.
“Shoot, more for me,” Chaney said, plopping down on the plastic crate as she toked on the blunt. She was feeling real good. Especially after ignoring Kaleela. She refused to be number three, coming after Rainbow and then her drinking problem.
Kaleela had been doing well, going to AA, but she still felt like she was only pushing up on her because her girl Rainbow had cut her off. Just when she was about to get up and go inside to put some hot dogs on, she caught Kaleela’s bumblebee yellow Range Rover coming down the street.
“Aye yo, Bootsey! Look who’s coming!” one of the boys yelled out, as they stepped down the porch and walked down to the sidewalk.
Kaleela was hood royalty. There wasn’t a bitch or dude that didn’t know and respect Kaleela Bradshaw. She had more heart and ran more dick through a pack of women with her strap-on than the average man. Her killer mentality stayed on ten, even after being out the game for years and in a wheelchair. She was a beast and when she showed up, everything and everyone stopped to render her respect.
Once she pulled up, Kaleela watched Chaney suck her teeth but she didn’t move. She knew better. She may not have been feeling her, but she wouldn’t dare dismiss her in front of the hood like she wasn’t fucking with her.
When she pulled up on the sidewalk, she rolled her window down. After surveying the scene, she motioned for her to come here. By then, Chaney’s mother was at the door smiling. All she saw was more dollar signs. “Mama, uh. Go inside. Dang,” she whined, pulling her shorts down.
Today she was wearing her purple and gray Nike short set and slides, her thighs wrestling with each other, although thick and firm. Her hair was shaved on one side, the other side hanging just slightly over her eye in layers with lilac highlights. She was fucking beautiful.
When she got to the truck, Kaleela unlocked the door and threw her head the other way, gesturing for her to slide inside. When she did, she felt the cold mouth of her nine against her temple.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t smoke your dumb ass, Chaney,” Kaleela asked her, her trigger finger twitching. “Just one.”
“I, I, ummm,” she said, unsure of what was going on.
“Here, swipe this once, and I do mean fucking once.” Chaney’s hands were shaky like a person with Parkinson’s as she took Kaleela’s cell out of her hand. As soon as she did, it was the infamous site, The Shade Room.
There was Chaney popping her ass in the strip club, Take One, with the Miami-based female rap group, City Girls. Kaleela loved the City Girls, but that wasn’t what had her attention. It was Chaney booed up with Liberty City-based rapper, Lil’ Dread or Dread Man as they liked to call him over the years.
He’d been on the scene since he was a young teen, but dropped a single with JT Money, an old Miami-based rapper from the Norland area. He, like Kaleela, was known on the Miami streets but he had one thing she didn’t. That was a dick.
“Bitch, you fucking on real dicks now like I ain’t gave you the shakes for days off my muhfuckin’ tongue? You must not want yo’ life, Chaney.” As soon as she said that, Four Shorty hit the front door, swiftly walking their way.
He liked Kaleela, but he would never choose her over his own sister. Strapped, he approached the truck ready to air it out if she didn’t lower her shit from his sister’s head.
“Fuck you want, Four?” Kaleela asked him, her gun still trained on Chaney’s head.
“Fuck you mean, K smooth?” he said, using the street name she sometimes went by. She’d be cool as shit before she smoked a nigga for fucking her over. Sometimes right after they fucked a bitch together. “Lower yo’ shit or get down laid down.”
Kaleela laughed a hearty laugh, covering her mouth. She couldn’t believe he had the balls to step to her in her hood when she was talking to her bitch.
“Whatchu laughing for? This my sister, yo.” He mean-mugged her, raising his tool up higher as he cocked his head to the side.
“Bitch nigga, if you don’t learn how to hold that shit right, I’ma get out and fuck yah kneecaps up. Hold that shit right!” she screamed, causing him to jump. Chaney jumped too, shaking as tears started to fall.
“Aye, K, man. I’m saying though. Why you tripping?”
“Me, tripping? Naw, ask yo’ sister why the fuck she trippin’. She fuckin’ on niggas now and acting like we ain’t got a situation.”
Looking from side to side, Four Shorty watched how he moved, not wanting to look like a fucking lame in his hood. “I’m saying though. You know that shit don’t mean nothing. Chaney just goes to work and chill. She out here—”
“She out here fucking with my got damn heart! That’s what she doing!” she barked, pushing the barrel even harder in her head. She took a deep breath, almost lowering it. “She fucking with my heart,” she whispered yet again, a confession she thought she’d never release out loud.
Chaney slowly turned her head in shock, her heart beating like a drumroll on the drum line. Kaleela wanted to wipe her face, a tear slipping out, but she didn’t. She was tired of being hard and feared by everyone. She wanted to be loved and fucked on good, wishing she could suck on Chaney’s pussy right about now.
“Kaleela, I—” she started to say, before Kaleela held up her hand.
“Naw, this you now? You fuckin’ with Dread Man?” Chaney remembered that night. She wasn’t feeling him like that, but he did make her feel good. They didn’t do much but have a few drinks and a goodnight kiss, but she would never admit to the kiss.
“No, not even, K. I swear.” Chaney’s legs were shaking. She knew Kaleela wasn’t wrapped too tight, but that coupled with anger equaled a deadly end for the person on the other end of her heat.
“On yo’ fuckin’ mama, even though I’on even like her ass?” Kaleela sucked her teeth, staring at their mother who didn’t even care she was about to blow her own daughter’s brains out.
Four Shorty busted out laughing, not too fond of his own mother himself as he looked back at her. She shot a birdie their way, realizing the talk was about her now, before she went inside. She was barely around and when she was, it was all for self gain.
“On my mama,” she whispered, wanting to reach out and caress Kaleela’s cheek.
They were a rosy red color, her pale skin unable to contain her emotions. “Now get this shit off me before I fuck you up,” she told her, laughing nervously but meant every word she said.
“Yeah, a’ight,” she told her, swiping her nose as she sniffed. “You fuckin’ with me today or nah?”
Chaney wanted to say no, but she couldn’t. Kaleela had her locked in a jail cell with a life sentence when it came to how she felt about her. She couldn’t leave her alone, even if she wanted to.
“Yeah, I’m fucking with you. Where we going?” She was still hot she came by her house and put a gun to her head, but that’s what love does. It fucked up at times.
“Shit! South Beach, baby girl. Let me spend a few rolls on you while we roll. Plus, that shit gripping your snatch like you trying to fuck. Dead all those outfits, Chaney. No bitch of mine dressing like she fuckin’ the crew. I am the crew,” she told her, cranking her truck up. “I’ll holla, Four. Getcho scary ass on before I lay yo’ ass out on this patchy ass lawn.”
Kaleela pulled off, leaving skid marks in the road while Bootsey and his boys’ eyes followed her truck until it turned off the street. Chaney wasn’t sure if she was rocking with Kaleela on some one-on-one type action, but Dread Man did pique her interest.
She was hoping he wouldn’t call since he made plans to come through on her off day. His grandmother lived a few blocks over and they talked about throwing a few slabs of ribs, burgers, and hot dogs on the grill.
Still, Chaney loved her some Kaleela, but maybe she had been left to hang out a little too long. She now had the dick bug, looking down as Kaleela gripped her thighs. Kaleela was right. She could make her pussy jump like a jumping bean, but riding Dread Man’s lap made her cream up nice that night.
“This pussy is mine, a’ight?”
Chaney shook her head yes to keep the confusion down, but she wasn’t so sure if that declaration was even true anymore. She really was feeling Dread Man, she admitted to herself, sliding down just a little as they passed his grandmother’s street.
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