Free The Dopefiend by JaQuavis Coleman

with Mouse first thing in the morning, so he kept the brick on him. He threw his car in park and exited the car, having the brick tucked in his inner coat. He hoped that Hazel was still up so they could kick it for a minute. He felt bad for leaving her there alone all day. I know she was bored, he thought as he climbed the steps that led to his apartment’s door. He unlocked the door and stepped into the dark apartment. When he flicked on the lights, his heart dropped. He saw that his television was gone. The cords were sprawled over the floor, where Hazel had ripped them from the back of the television. He already knew what had happened. “Damn, Hazel,” he whispered as disappointment overcame him. He shook his head from side to side and walked over to the kitchen. He grabbed the empty Cheerios box and then stuffed the brick of heroin into it. Although he was tired and upset, he went to look for Hazel. What did I get myself into? he thought as he headed out the door, knowing exactly where Hazel was.

    Hazel smiled while her eyes were almost closed. She was high as a kite in the middle of the dope house as she lay slumped on a dingy beanbag chair. Fiends were scattered all over the spacious house doing their preferred drug, while the dope boys sat at the middle table waiting to serve anybody who wanted more. She looked in the corner of the room and saw Millie’s slim, naked body grinding on the lap of a young hustler, giving him the ride of his life. Her small breasts bounced up and down as she demanded the attention of every dope boy in the house with her loud moaning and on-point rhythm. The sound of her ass landing, smacking against his balls filled the air. “Damn, Millie,” another hustler yelled as his eyes were fixated on her petite, plump behind moving in fast circular motions. Her wetness was dripping off of her love box and she grabbed her small breasts and stretched them by gripping them, so she could suck them herself. Millie knew exactly what she was doing, which was making a commercial for herself; to the other hustlers. With them lusting after her and seeing her skillfulness, she would never be dope-less, because her sex would be a hot commodity throughout the hood. Hazel couldn’t wait until the young hustler reached his orgasm, so that they could start using the pack that he promised to Millie as a trade for the sexual favor. The sound of the young hustler grunting sounded throughout the room as he stretched his legs straight out. Millie hopped off of him quickly, exposing that he didn’t have a condom on. His load shot out of his rocket and onto his own hands and inner thigh. Millie immediately held her hand out, waiting for her payment while juices dripped from her love box. The hustler shook his rod off and quickly put it back in his pants, not wanting to have his pole on display for everyone. He then dug into his pockets and gave Millie a fifty pack while he sweated and breathed heavily, giving the dope up gladly.
    Millie turned around and looked for her pants, exposing her chubby vagina, which hung low and was so fat that it didn’t match her petite frame. Her lips were swollen and glazed as every man in the room took a peek at her chunky monkey. She grabbed her pants and slid them on quickly and waved over Hazel, so they could slip in the back room and shoot up. Millie faded into the back, anxious to see what the dope was like. Hazel slowly got up and began to follow Millie into the back room, but a hand stopped her from going. It was the hustler that was cheering Millie on earlier. He was hard as a missile and it showed through his baggy sweat pants. He wanted a piece of Hazel after seeing what her girl could do.
    â€œHold on, ma. Let me hit that,” he demanded as he dangled a bag of dope in his free hand. Hazel quickly snatched her arm away from him and smacked her lips. She never had traded sex to feed her habit. That was Millie’s thing, not