Sister Souljah - Life After Death

“Well, my eyes are always opened and seeing and looking. But it’s true that I was really worried about her last night,” Bridgette said, pointing out Pretty with her head. “You didn’t see her reaction when she saw a few snakes. And it’s not like they could bite her. They are stuck behind the glass in the wall.” Bridgette’s facial expression revealed that she was low-grade chumping Pretty.

“You two obviously don’t know the story of creation. The serpent is the evil one that started all of this shit. Haven’t you ever heard of Adam and Eve, the first man and woman who God ever created? God gave them everything. He only asked both of them not to eat the fruit from the forbidden tree. The serpent is obviously a representation of evil. Why else would God give it no arms and no legs, forcing it to crawl around on its belly? It lives inside of holes deep in the earth, is cold-blooded and poisonous most of them,” she said, her voice trembling.

“Well, the serpent came slithering and started speaking to Eve making hissing evil suggestions. Saying that God was really nobody important and that the fruit was there to be tasted. He kept hanging around her until she betrayed God and ate the forbidden fruit. And when she did, God punished her and Adam. Gave them knowledge they did not have before, and it caused them to be naked and feel vulnerable. Then Eve was given the task of having babies. After that, all women became the ones that must give birth. That’s why birth is taken as such a huge burden by us women. It seems like everyone gets really upset when we become pregnant, including us. And don’t you guys remember how many women were gathered at that UBS rally? Each of us who were seated there were mothers who killed our children. Some of the women there had killed two, three, six, seven, or more lives. I killed only one. I didn’t want to do it. My father forced me. But I should have been stronger. We are mothers who rejected the task of bearing the burden. And that goddamn serpent started it all,” Pretty said, and then she cried. Her tears caused me and Bridgette to go silent. Pretty seemed so sure of everything she was saying. Most of all, she seemed to have a lot of regrets.

“You get the last of the blunt. It will make you feel better,” Bridgette told her. Then Bridgette remixed Pretty’s story. “It was that motherfucker Adam who started it all. He must have bossed Eve around saying that she was inferior to him. And he must have bored Eve to death. That was why she was out alone talking to a damned snake. Where was he? And what was he doing? There are always at least three sides to every story. Sometimes there’s like six or seven versions,” Bridgette said excitedly and it caused Pretty to laugh a little. “So what’s the deal about us knowing each other’s names? The two of you know mine. I don’t know yours,” Bridgette said.

“She is called Brooklyn,” Pretty introduced me to Bridgette. “And I am named—”

“Pretty,” I said, interrupting her. “I call her Pretty,” I said, introducing Pretty to Bridgette.

Pretty leaped forward and hugged me tight. I was caught off guard. In all of my all-girl cliques, crews, and gangs we never hugged like that.

“I think you are even more pretty, the prettiest,” Pretty said to me before easing up her squeeze.

“You two keep leaving me out,” Bridgette said, and leaped over us both, gathering us into a hug huddle on his bed.

“What’s going on?” The sound of the secure door opening caused us all to sit up to attention. Olga was standing there looking like a jealous lover.

Bridgette jumped off the bed and ran over to her. “Nothing at all. Hey, the alarm is off. Is everything okay now?” she said and asked at the same time.

“How did you get the door opened?” I asked Olga straight-faced.

“I know all of the security codes in this tower for the sake of safety,” she said, and pointed to her head as though she had memorized each one.

“What if something happens to you?” I said, like a veiled threat.

“I guess nothing better happen to me,” she said.

“We are all women here. Let’s not fight.” Bridgette jumped to Olga’s rescue unnecessarily. I just need to hammer into Olga’s head that I am here now. I am top bitch. I will make sure I get those codes from him that she thought belonged only to her. I am ready to get my business straight and solidify my status and position.

“I want…” I told him much later when he returned. After I greeted him warmly and massaged him out of his war mood, I provided the list of things that could not be denied. “I want a business space here in the tower. I’d like to design fashionable clothing for everyone existing in the Last Stop Before the Drop. You’ll see. I’m talented. I’m profitable. Invest in me,” I said in my baby-doll voice, then put on my baby-doll look that I used to use on my father.

“Is this the doll or the tiger speaking?” he asked me with a smile.

“Both. The doll is the bait. The tiger is the moneymaker,” I answered. He was sitting between my thighs, his back pressed against me. I was softly rubbing his chest, stroking his few chest hairs. I lowered my hand down to his belly and then held his balls softly in my palm.

“I’m a businessman for a very long time now. No one else negotiates with me this way,” he said. I squeezed them and slid my hand up and began a soothing hand job on his already at-attention thickness. He groaned. “You’re confusing me,” he said, straight-faced but in a playful tone. “I keep everybody and everything in…” He groaned pleasurably. I tightened my grip a little. “Separate categories,” he said, finishing his sentence. I cocked back my legs and stood behind him. Then I took one step over him, turned, squatted, and bent, then put my lips tightly on the head of his thickness. I did him better than a Blow Pop, a Bomb Pop, or a scoop of pralines-and-cream ice cream on a sugar cone. When he was fully satisfied, I was lying facedown between his legs. I placed my head by his balls, laid it gently on his thigh, and tilted to my side, so I could still convince him physically, if my words somehow didn’t win him over. But I could feel I was close to getting what I wanted.

“I want a business space here in the tower, two talented tailors, a sewing room with top-of-the-line equipment. Fine fabrics, ten drawing pads, thread, and all sewing supplies. I want a music system in my design room. I want to be the only one who has codes or keys to my business space. I want to change the code on our bedroom space, and you and I will be the only two who know the code in here. I want my own secretary. I want to develop a partnership with you where my designs can be sold wholesale and retail, maybe in your spa building, but in other places as well. I’d even like to design an incredibly better garment for the nuns at the convent and the people who they believe they are rescuing. Because that’s business too.”

“Is that it?” he asked, as though my requests were not troublesome.

“Should I continue?” I asked and licked his balls immediately afterwards.

“Please continue,” he said, but I knew he was not meaning with my list of wants but with satisfying his wants. His joint was poking me in the eye. So I licked and sucked some to build up the tension. Then I stopped to torment.

“For your nightclub, I think I would make a great promoter. I could bring in talent and stylize each night to draw the right crowd to match the music.” I began sucking again.

“Stylize,” was all he said and I could barely even hear that. He was in the sex zone.

“Yes, like the music the night me and my friends went was not the kind of music line up that I crave to hear. So if we have pop night, hip-hop night, R&B and soul night, rock night, jazz night, throwback night—you know, like that—then the crowd would come based on their favorite kind of music and performers.”