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Stormi #Part 5

Stormi what type of shit you on right now? But ight where my money?Chuckles

Nah nah nah you gotta guess the smell first and you gotta get it exact..”

Ight bet..

I watched him pick up my pillow with the most confused face then smell it.. so I started taking off my clothes; I knew he would guess the scent and I also knew what that meant..

“i’m bout to fuck the shit out you stormi, no disrespect”

whats the Smell zeek?

“Sweet Pussy and Money!”

That was it! That was all I needed to hear. I got on top of him and stuck my hand in the pillow case and pulled out a stack of hundreds and proceeded to shove the money in his pocket and my pussy in his mouth. I know, it was some reverse trickin ass shit to do but shit what Tip said? Aint trickin if you got it right? And whats 10k when now I owned that nigga soul?

Oh Zeek, its all love tho.yea.. its all love. Just when i thought shit was going smooth as shit.. well you the universe gotta funny way of fucking wi you when you about to get comfortable..

*Cell Phone Vibrates*

“who the fuck could be hittin my phone rn?”

Check your shit Stormi, could be Juice or B

And Low and behold it was B and i dont even know but i knew she was going to hit me with something that was going to throw me for a loop.. so is said so is done; I answered the phone aggi and before i could finish saying whats up B her Giddy ass cut me off. BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCHHHHHHHHHHH did you fuck Zeek Yet?!

“well i was fuckin getting there-- -ABORT MISSION!!

Me and Juice was in the hood and you never going to believe who we ran into ..

“Sis get to the point,i was about to indulge in some finee ass cara-”

RAH HOME!

It felt like everything that i thought was making sense in that instance stopped making sense; the same candles that danced in excited to let someone else in now roared with a burning desire to run back to what i knew; to security.. what the fuck is going on?

“Zeek, i gotta go, you can chill till B and Juice get back.. but i gotta dip”

whatchu mean you gotta go stormi what type shit you on?

“Its complicated but i gotta dip, ill talk to you later on but i gotta handle something important”

You Good? you need me to come with you? “Nah Im good Zeek thanks tho pa.. im sorry about tonight”

It’s all good shorty, imma roll too tho.. “You know you can stay tho??”

I know stormi but imma dip tell Juice to link me when he done with the moves

“gotchu’

I knew Zeek was Upset but i had been waiting for that call for years; And as fine and loyal and he was nobody would ever be able to take Rah’s place.. So as long as he was around Stormi had another person to be loyal too.Foolish, yes.. but it is what it is. So i showered, put on the cutest, easily to slip off outfit i could find and jumped in a Lyft straight to Crown Heights. If Rah was back I knew exactly where he would be at least for a while.

As The taxi pulled around the corner without even seeing him i knew he was there.. See me and him always had this connection and shit but when he got locked this last time that connection got a little shakey. He was no longer the breadwinner, I was. I am. I could tell me being out in the streets was taking a toll on him but on some G shit we both products of our enviorment.. he dont like to admit but aint no saving Me. I am these streets & i move like it.

Shit, i dont know what im doing here. what if he with that bitch?? I got to much going for me right now to get caught up with some petty shit. But before i could even try and turn around.. their he was.. Still fuckin fine as shit, his deep chocolate skin even in the dark glowing. damn..

“Stormi??”

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STORMI #Part4

Stormi Part 4

On the real it was a minute since I let my guard down with a nigga; any nigga..Shit  Zeek been around for years and outside of common grounds he’d never even saw my bedroom or personal space. that’s always been off limits.. until today that is. See my passion is Money undoubtedly but Stormi, yea im a lot more then what meets the eye.. and tonight Zeek was going to meet that side.

“I promise you Zeek if you act up after this, its a wrap Stormi gon do what Stormi know how to do..”

“ You questioning my loyalty now or nah Stormi? Whats good?”

I just smirked, but Zeek he still had the look in his eyes..and that tone..I loved that shit. And yes I know you should never mix lust and business but right now I need him and after tonight.. he was gonna need me in ways he never knew. See growing up I saw a lot of shit so I knew the power of my pussy and I knew exactly how and when to use it...

“Damn Stormi, your room is dope.. shit ion even feel like we in the hood nomore”

we both chuckled

“Oh word, so where you feel like you at? dimelo papi”

“ion even know to be honest, somewhere else.. its calm as shit tho where can I sit?”

I glanced over to my bed and before I could open my mouth he had fell in line.. right over to the foot of my California king size bed.. he looked good there too.. and so you know everything is relevant with Stormi.. stay with me ight?

“So has it surpassed your expectations zeek?”

“Damn Straight Stormi”

Despite how my day had been going everything in that exact moment was perfect.. I could see the light from the bright full moon beaming threw my skylight, the vibe was hella right and zeek was looking mighty fine. My alter was lit, my pussy was wet boy everything was aligning perfectly and who would hve known this is how my night would be going. I wonder if zeek will notice my special pillow.. I feel like my room had so much life to it he probably wouldn't but if he did tonight would be even more interesting then I intentionally anticipated.

“Ya candle dancing Stormi haha”

Tu no sabe nada about that pa dont even go there. Lets stay focused..

“Oh, im focused ight every detail Stormi believe that..”

Zeek gave me this look and threw his self back and what do you know it.. he bumps his head on my pillow.. well here we go..

“Ayo Stormi what the fuck is in your pillow?  you tryna knock a nigga out first chance you get huh?” We both started crackin up.. but then the silence and the look but not the sexy look though the what the fuck is going on look.. this should be good.. scratch that.. this should be great.

“You wanna playa game Zeek?”

Ion know. Do the game include knocking my ass out unexpectedly?

“ hahah nooo Silly, what good are you to me knocked out?”

ight bet, so what’s this game..?

“If you can guess this scent of the pillow i’ll give you 10k right now..”

Stay Tuned For Part 5 (shit finna get spicey)

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Stormi

*Part 3*

Divine was 6’2, muscular build and had the smoothest dark caramel skin I had ever saw for a man and as if that wasn't enough he had my abuela’s gray eyes.. like I said; Divine was fine.

Its been almost 9 years and I still hate the rain, but scared money don't make no money.. and well neither does traumatized money. Truth is I was traumatized but instead of letting it break me I used that shit to continue Divines’ legacy. Shit all I remember is running into the living-room with B and POP! That quick Divine was gone and so was my childhood. I still remember the warm feeling of his blood on face, the salty metallic taste of his blood on my lips the look on his face shit..

“BIANCA!!!”

STORMI?! Whats wrong?!

“I cant breathe, I cant breathe B I cant ...”

9 years later.. I can still taste his blood.

“Stormi, you sure you dont want me to finish these runs today? Juice on his way with ya favorite pack of woods and some new fruity shit. Chuckles you know his ass always got some weird name for his shit haha!”

Is Juice Bringin’ Zeek with him?

“Yea dont he always bring Zeek with him??”

You Right!

(Burst out laughing)

You and Juice can make the last couple moves and ion know maybe ill entertain Zeek for once. Make his dreams comes true hahaha

“Yo you so dumb! Haha! Well at least I know when we come back if he smilin like a kid in the candy store why”

Yes Bitch, today I am the candy store.

Zeek was sexy no doubt about it, without having to ask bitches were ready to pop they pussy. Not Stormi tho; for these niggas? Ha! I show them no love. Beyond looking good thou Zeek was a valuabe asset to my empire, he was loyal and knew how to make some of the baddest bitches submit & for me...but how today going Stormi might submit to him..maybe not. But I might let him eat my pussy. I dont submit to anything but one thing and you guessed it..MONEY!

DING DONG

I knew it was Zeek because my pussy always got wet when he came around. Not because of his fine ass looks but because aint nothin more exciting than a nigga coming threw to make me money.

“Wassup Stormi”

Heeyy Zeek, You lookin like money as usual. How you feelin?

“im ight, Better now” Zeek licks his lips

Oh really? & why is That?

“You know the moves, we bout to double up Shorty”

MMM, I like that… Where’s Jui..

“RIIIIGHHTTT HEREEEEEE”

Ayeee bro! Whats Good yo! (Hugs)

“shit, B rang and said you aint feelin to hot so I figured if ya 2 favorite people came through things would be different; feel me?”

“Ayo B Hurry ya ass up we got moves to make!”

I’m coming damn, you know I had to make sure I had all my shit right.

“Heard”

“Ight sissy, we out enjoy the candystore..”* winks *

“You going somewhere without me Stormi?” (licks lips)

“Nah, today you gon cum with me Zeek..Lets go upstairs & Roll another spliff”

Zeek almost choked mid inhale when I told him I wanted to relocate. I saw the change in his eyes I felt the lust build in the air the energy was different just that quick.

“ladies first” he said with that tone.. Zeek just had this tone to his voice when he was talking business that always got my pussy wet.. so I did just what he instructed and led the way up the stairs, or what I like to refer to it as “ the staircase to heaven”.. I mean thats where Goddesses lay they head right? Ight then.. stick with me..

Stay tuned for Part 4

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STORMI #Part2

*Part 2*

Tragedy some might call it, having the parents we did. But not me and B tho that shit was a blessing in disguise. The dandelions people called weeds we knew was medicine. Strong medicine, but the most effective by far. Growing up how we did took the rose filter off our lenses young so what might take people 30 years to figure out and utilize we learned before we hit puberty. Fuck love, because it can be compromised therefore a liability to you. Loyalty is everything, it cannot be bought nor swayed; and discipline.. man look, no discipline no money and money is energy; so don't fuck with mine.

30,000 Dollars that’s some niggas yearly revenue. 30K, 30 fuckin K is how much money me and B spent on rent in the last year. And don’t get me wrong we hit the jackpot with this shit, 3 floors and a basement or as I like to to refer to it as “The Trap”. Cliché I know, but everything is relevant. If walls could speak they’d tell you to run because if you were invited to the trap blindly you’d eventually understand why I was so successful. The secrets those walls held boy, worth millions and counting.. and thats how I like it. By no means did me and B go threw what we did as kids to be some broke bumb bitches NAH! Divine would turn in his grave twice fold, because out of all 13 of his kids me & B was his favorites. And yea, you heard me right; pops had 13 kids & if you asked him why he’d look at you serious and say..

” Ay su poder en numeros mi hija” aye there is power in numbers my daughter.

Rest in Peace Divine

“Nudes at Noon sis”

Bianca always ran threw the crib saying that shit at noon like clockwork; sounds like it would be annoying but shit I looked forward to hearing it everyday. It reassured me we both were alive and living besides the money she’s one of the only other things I’m loyal to. Im older by 3 months but me and B the same age and if we didnt mention it you would have thought we were twins.. I guess in some twisted reality we were twins..fine ass twins haha! We had different moms though, let me correct myself not different.. as far as i’m concerned they were the same person with a different face. We had two separate females for mothers. Oh Tina & Marie.. fuck yall; real shit!…

Anyways,

By the time school let out we already made our rent for this month and next. But stay in school kids, this shit aint for everybody-- its for me tho; it was written blood that me and B would be millionaires. Literally. . It was written in blood.. See as long as I hold my end of the deal me and Bianca would be good. So I stick to the script and only flip it in means of survival and its worked out for us thus far.

August 21st 1999 that's the day my life changed drastically. It was a Saturday and it was raining hard as shit. You know that type of rain that you know somebody somewhere taking they last breath.. Yea that type of rain. The faint aroma of Palo Santo and weed filled the air as me Bianca and our older brother Juice joked around about our pops “the spiritual pimp” shit never made sense then. It does now, to much sense sometimes. Divine Sol Ortiz, that was government name and it suite him perfectly.. to be on his good side meant to reap the benefits of the Divine Sun, light, abundance.. to cross him meant to be scorched to nothingness. Our pops was good looking, not on no weird shit but I could understand how he pulled all the finest women. He was a natural seducer, and only enhanced his already natural abilities while here. Any book you can name he probably read it twice shit maybe even three times knowing him. And you know all the bitches love a smart gangsta even if that meant compromising their very own sense of self and soul.. and he look good? Sign these bitches up! And that’s what he did. By the time I was 9 my mom had been hoeing for him for at least 6 years. She was a beautiful woman but she was a weak woman, she lost sight of what was important.. The MONEY!

Stay Tuned for part 3

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"Stormi" *Part 1

Short Story : Stormi

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I mean who the fuck names their kid Stormi?! What did they expect?? Stormi Motha’Lovin Ortiz..

Tough act to follow I am, always have been. But fuck all that.. it’s raining again; so you know what that means. Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems. I learned game early, shit by 16 I could sell salt to slug, raid to a bug and so and on and so forth.. But here we go..

“Miss Ortiz, do you care to share with the class?”

You know imma open book Mrs. Thomas wassup? What you wanna know?

“Tell us whats so important that you keep checking your phone risking it getting confiscated. It must be good, it usually is”

Confiscated? Ha! she knew that wasn't bout to happen but imma let her rock. I like Mrs. Thomas we from the same hood so she understood the plight of growing up in poverty.

“Let me ask you this Mrs. Thomas..’

Yes Stormi..She replied in a sarcastic tone.

“Do You Like Bone Thugz And Harmony?”

Mrs.Thomas Chuckles

Yes Stormi, but how is that relevant?

“Its always relevant with me Mrs.Thomas “

Mrs. Thomas turns her direction to the date on the chalkboard behind her, then sighed.

“Turn it Off Stormi, or ill have to take it”

It’s May 1st she lucky I even showed up to class on some real shit.

“You know it’s all love Mrs.T but this not even gonna work today”

I left, straight up. Its second period and I already missed 2 of my best licks and my phone was JUMPIN! What 17 year old female you knew in the hood lived on her own with bank bank.. and without welfare and all that bullshit? And in case you're trying to calculate those statistics let me assist you.. its slim to NONE!

But you see me, Stormi? I’m different. Me and my bestfriend Bianca got a place out in the Bush post gentrification and shit.

It’s still the hood to me tho, my hood-- never mind the newbies, they good for business.. and ME, I like good business and I love money! I don’t give a fuck how it come as long as it comes in my pocket.

Bianca must have smelled the money coming, because she met me at the door before I cold even pull my keys out. We might have been young but the way we played the game you would have sworn we lived this life before.. and we did.

You See me and B go way back, like diapers and snotty nose type shit. B was not only my bestfriend she was my half sister.. Our Pops was one of the biggest pimps and drug dealers back in the 80’s and 90’s.. and you guessed it both our moms were hoes, his hoes.

Fast Forward 17 years Pops went from selling drugs and pussy to doing drugs and pussy and eventually dead.

Yup Divine Cash-Money Ortiz dead. Bitches get tired too and so my mom shot him point blank & dipped back to Panama next day.

& nah, I haven't heard from the hoe since.

Tragedy some might call it, having the parents we did. But not me and B tho that shit was a blessing in disguise. The dandelions people called weeds we knew was medicine. Strong medicine, but the most effective by far. Growing up how we did took the rose filter off our lenses young so what might take people 30 years to figure out and utilize we learned before we hit puberty. Fuck love because it compromised therefore a liability to you. Loyalty is everything it cannot be bought nor swayed and discipline.. man look no discipline no money and money is energy so don't fuck with mine.

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Stay Tuned for Part 2

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