After giving him a cloth, Rhonda went about the task of finishing her meal. When he came out of the bathroom, a plate topped with cheese eggs and a porterhouse steak was waiting for him. True sat and devoured his meal while Rhonda hopped in the shower. When she came out, they puffed two blunts of haze and went at it again. By the third round they had run out of condoms, but she had him so worked up that he jumped out the window and hit it anyway.

Rhonda sucked him, fucked him, and licked his ass. She made it a point to take it in her mouth when he was ready to pop for the last time. True emptied all that he had left down Rhonda’s throat and she greedily took it. She wanted to make sure that he remembered just who the fuck she was. The groupies he met on the road didn’t have shit on her when it came to being nasty. When it was done, all he could say was, “Damn!”

After two glasses of water and a Heineken, True lounged on Rhonda’s couch, smoking a Newport. Rhonda moved throughout the living room, wearing nothing but a thong and tank top, straightening up the mess they’d made. Rhonda spotted a loose weed bag that she’d missed on the first sweep of the living room. Instead of bending over to pick the bag up, she dropped it like it was hot, letting him see that phat-ass jiggle.

True rubbed his groin and continued to watch her go about her routine. If his boys knew where he was right now, they would surely clown him. Everybody knew that Rhonda was a scandalous chick, but they just knew what the streets said. He and Rhonda had grown up on the same block under the same conditions. Rhonda had five gladiators for older brothers, and at one point or another had gone toe to toe with each. Her mother let them rule the house, so what they said was pretty much the skinny. It was a hard-knock life, and Rhonda had to fight for her respect.

Once she got out on her own, she realized how hard knock it really was. She quickly understood the jungle creed of the strong must feed. And feed she did. Rhonda didn’t really have any life skills to speak of, but she was living better than most employed people. Though she had body she wasn’t the best-looking girl out of the group, so she got it the only way she knew how, through game.

10

Rhonda stood at her bathroom mirror singing Trina’s “Da Baddest Bitch,” fixing her hair. It had been fun, but eventually True broke the news that he had to leave. Rhonda had expected as much, so she wasn’t tripping. After throwing on some sweatpants and a T-shirt, she offered to ride him downstairs.