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“If ya don’t want ’em, I might,” she said, gigglin’. I didn’t even know the nigga, didn’t even know if he was a good fuck or not, and for some reason I was startin’ to get vexed that this bitch was seriously thinkin’—or fuckin’ jokin—’bout tryna get at him. But I kept my shit in check, and let her ass keep talkin’.
“Well, the nigga ain’t my man,” I admitted. “It’s open invitation, right? So do you.”
“Nah, girl, you know I don’t get down like that. I’d never do you like that. Another bitch, most def. But you my muthafuckin’ peeps. You can try ’n front if ya want, but I know you was clockin’ his ass. But, I ain’t gonna front. A bitch could really use an upgrade on some dick ’cause Divine’s shit ain’t hittin’ on nuthin’. The dick is thick as hell, but the nigga nuts in like six minutes. And he can’t eat pussy to save his natural black ass. I swear if it wasn’t for him payin’ the note on this truck, I’d dismiss his ass.”
I rolled my eyes up in my head. I hated when a chick dissed a nigga who was takin’ care of her ass. Lousy fuck or not, a bitch needs to know when to keep her mouth shut. What might be a whack piece of dick to her, may be exactly what the next bitch needs to get off. I tell ya, some bitches ’bout as dumb as they come. They really think a wicked head game and a deep pussy is gonna put them on top. Yeah, maybe for a minute, but ya best believe once the verdict is out on the streets that ya ass is a trick, ya rep is a wrap. Believe that. Real niggas ain’t tryna wife no hoes. Yeah, he gonna fuck her, might even splash up in her raw. He might even keep her laced in the hottest shit, but at the end of the day, she still gonna be a damn ho to him, real talk. And niggas run their mouths worse than bitches, especially when it comes to who’s suckin’ ’n fuckin’ who.
Over the past two years, Chanel’s been really gettin’ it in with these niggas. Ever since she got played by this big-Willy nigga she was fuckin’, she been straight wildin’ out with the niggas. Divine is like the fourth nigga she’s fucked in the last six months tryna keep her bills ’n shit paid. That shit is straight nasty to me. Get ya ass up and get a damn job! I mean, there’s nothin’ wrong with slayin’ a nigga’s pockets, but it’s a dumb bitch who lets that shit be her only hustle. And these bitches kill me with no credit, no savin’s, nothin’ to fall back on. If they got credit, it’s either maxed the fuck out or fucked up; and if they got a few dollars stashed, it’s just that—a few damn measly dollars, nothin’ major.
“Chanel, you do know you a certified trick, right? I mean, really. What the fuck! You sound like a real bird. What you need to do is find ya’self a hobby, take ya ass back to school, do somethin’ constructive with ya’self instead of bobbin’ ya neck up and down a nigga’s dick, and chasin’ niggas to support ya ass.”
Oh, trust. I know if a nigga wanna trick his money on some pussy or brain, then oh fuckin’ well. I think a real bitch holds shit down for herself, by herself. She knows how to make her paper, and get it poppin’ without leanin’ on a dick to do it. Hell, I know what I’m doin’ is far worse than what she’s doin’. But say what ya want. I’d rather slump niggas for a livin’ than have them hump up in my guts for one. I might be many things, but a gold digger ain’t ever gonna be one of ’em. I don’t need a nigga lacin’ me with ice ’n shit, payin’ my mortgage, car note, or anything else, ’cause a bitch like me buys her own shit.
“Say what ya want,” she said, soundin’ offended. “Hustlin’ these niggas is a job. And a bitch like me is gonna always hustle a nigga off his paper. Fuck what ya heard.”
“Do you, sweetie,” I said, gettin’ heated listenin’ to her stupid ass. “But tell me this. What’s really good with a bitch who—after all the fuckin’ and all the suckin’ is done—has nothin’ to show for givin’ up her ass other than rug burns, a wet hole, and some shit that ya had to whore for? What’s really good with a bitch with a pussy the size of a parkin’ garage because she done let every muhfuckin’ wanna-be balla run all up in her so she can get laced? Bitch, you bigga than that, that’s all I’m sayin’. Get ya mind right.”
“Yeah, whatever!”
On the real, the only reason I was comin’ at her neck is ’cause she’s my fuckin’ peoples. Otherwise I wouldn’t give a fuck. Do you. See, unlike Tamia and Iris, Chanel not only has street smarts, but the bitch is bright as hell. That makes her ass a serious threat. She graduated top in our class, and hustlin’ niggas is all the bitch wants. She could be a lawyer, engineer, whatever! Humph. If her ass stopped trickin’ for a minute she might see what I’m sayin’. But right now she’s too wrapped up in a nigga’s dick stroke and his pockets. Like my mother always said, “The smartest bitch can still be the dumbest bitch.” And there ya have it!
“That nigga Divine is big on ya ass, Chanel. The nigga don’t cheat on ya. And if he does, he keeps that shit tucked on the low. He don’t bring drama to ya ass. He don’t call ya out ya name, and keeps ya ass laced. And that still ain’t good enough. You still got ya eyes and mind shiftin’ to the next nigga. Keep up, and ya gonna find ya’self like the rest of them greedy bitches…with nothing.”
“Bitch, I ain’t call ya ass for no damn lecture.”
“Whatever.” I was done.
“And what is it you do again, huh, tramp? None of us seem to know since ya always top secret ’n shit.”
I had to laugh to myself. A real bitch moved in silence. Thought she knew. Girls or not, the less they knew the better. The last thing I needed was one of them hoes sittin’ around drinkin’ and smokin’ and blastin’ off at the mouth. Then before ya know it I got feds ’n shit sniffin’ ’round like fiends tryna be all up on mine. It’s bad enough I have to watch how I make moves. Can’t be flashin’ and shinin’ and tryna buy up too much shit without havin’ some way to explain how I can afford it. Them feds got eyes and ears everywhere, listenin’ and clockin’ niggas. Lucky for me, my moms got major paper from her accident a few years back, so I can say she hit me off with gifts ’n shit. But still, a bitch gotta know how to move.
“And you never will,” I said, lookin’ over at the clock while getting up to go into the bathroom. We been on the phone for almost forty-five minutes talkin’ ’bout shit, I thought. “Look, trick, love ya, but I got shit to do. I’ll hit you when I get home.”
“Fuck you, too,” she said.
“I’ll be sure to,” I replied, laughin’. We hung up, then I jumped in the shower, rinsed my ass and pussy real good. When I was done, I dried myself off, took another one of the hotel’s plush white towels and wrapped it around my body, then lay across the bed. I needed a power nap.
At ten p.m., I was in my target’s room with my legs spread wide and bent at the knees, lyin’ in the middle of his bed. I pressed the back of my head into the pillow and arched my back, palmin’ the back of this nigga’s smooth bald head as he ate my pussy inside out. The muhfucka’s lips were heaven—soft, warm, and wet, and felt so damn good on my pussy. He dipped his tongue in, then flicked it across my clit a few times, then darted it back into my pussy.
“Yeah, nigga, just like that,” I moaned. “Make me cum, daddy…yes, ooh…fuck me with your tongue, nigga.” I pumped my pussy in his face, wrapped my legs around his neck, then begged him to fuck me deep. He flicked my clit with his thumb, then his tongue. He slathered my pussy lips with his wet mouth, then lapped up my kat juice the minute my slit started leakin’. The nigga was teasin’ me, makin’ my pussy churn. “Mmmm…oh, yes! Get all up in that pussy…make it nut, nigga…oh, yes!” I moaned again. “Feed my pussy, nigga.”
He stuck two thick fingas in me, pressin’ on my clit, flickin’ his tongue while finger-fuckin’ me. He moaned and slurped my pussy until I came in his mouth.
“Damn, baby, you taste good,” he said, swallowin’ my sweet cum, then lickin’ his slick, sticky lips. That’s right, muhfucka, good to the last drop, I thought, studyin’ him as he got up from between my legs.
“It feels even better,” I said, gettin’ on my knees and spreadin’ open my ass cheeks. I wanted him poundin’ my pussy with his thick, long dick. “Come fuck my pussy,” I said, lookin’ over my shoulder as he rolled a Magnum down on his dick, which was smooth with big veins and curved to the right. The nigga slid his dick in, then fucked me from the back, deep and hard. “That’s all you got, nigga? When you gonna fuck me, huh, muhfucka? Make my pussy nut, nigga. Make me feel the dick, punk.”
“Yeah, you a nasty, shit-talkin’ ho,” he said, slappin’ my ass. My pussy grabbed his dick. He slapped my ass again. My pussy grabbed his dick again. “Oh, you like a nigga slappin’ ya ass, huh?” He pulled his dick out to the head, tip-drilled my hot hole, then plunged his dick back in me. I threw my ass up at him, backed my pussy onto his dick. “That’s right,” he said, slappin’ my ass again, “fuck this big, black dick. Work that ass up on this dick.”
“Stop teasin’ me, nigga. I’m still waitin’ for you to fuck me. Don’t be scared. Beat this pussy up, muhfucka.”
The more shit I talked, the harder he worked to rip my insides out. The nigga was fuckin’ me so damn good, and grabbin’ me by the back of the head. I had to keep pushin’ his hands off my hair in fear he was gonna yank my wig off. I hated to have this fuck session end. I glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:50 p.m.
I straddled him and started ridin’ his dick, bouncin’ up and down on it. “Damn, fuck that dick, bitch,” he said, reachin’ around me and slappin’ me on the ass. “Give me that wet pussy. Yeah, that’s right, bitch, yeah…just like that. You like this big dick?”
“Yeah, nigga,” I moaned, slammin’ down on his dick. “This dick feels good.”
It was ten o’ clock. I had to hurry this along. “You like this tight pussy? You wanna nut up in my pussy, muhfucka?”
