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“So you don’t even know if the nigga’s packin’?”
I shook my head, shiftin’ my eyes ’round the room, then started rollin’ another blunt. On some real shit, I don’t know why I felt like I had to lie to her, but I didn’t feel like discussin’ his dick game with her, which is what the bitch would be askin’ next if I told her the truth. We always had a rule that if we were diggin’ a nigga we’d never ask the other ’bout his dick skills, but the way her hot ass was checkin’ for him at the club, I would have to watch her real close if I did decided to fuck with him. Girls or not, a bitch’s pussy tended to think for itself when it came to fuckin’ someone else’s man. Fuck what ya heard. A bitch in heat has no conscience. I sparked another blunt, took two pulls, then handed it to her.
“I ain’t on his dick like that,” I answered.
“Hmm…well, speakin’ of dick,” she said, takin’ a pull of the blunt. “Oh, fuck…” Pssssph. Pssssph. “This is some good shit.” She took another pull, then held it in her lungs before blowin’ it out.
“Bitch, will you shut ya fiend-ass up, and tell me what the fuck you was gettin’ ready to tell me.”
She took another toke from the blunt, then passed it back to me. “I fucked that fine nigga Coal.”
“Get. The. Fuck. Out! Bitch, you lyin’. When?”
She started gettin’ all amped ’n shit, tellin’ me how he called her a few days after she had slipped him her number at the 40/40 Club. She told him she wanted to fuck and he was down, but couldn’t get at her until his chick went outta town on business or some shit. And as soon as she did, he’d be ready to dig her guts out. I tilted my head and stared at her ass in disbelie
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“What? Why you lookin’ at me like that?”
“Un-fuckin’-believable,” I said, stickin’ a forkful of sesame chicken in my mouth. “I can’t believe you fucked him.”
“When have you ever known me to lie on some dick?”
“Never,” I admitted, grinnin’. I twirled my fork. “Go on…when and where did this illicit affair take place?”
“Two nights ago,” she said, dippin’ her spring roll in a plate of duck sauce, then takin’ a bite. “The nigga hit me up and told me to meet him at the Brooklyn Marriott, and that’s all she wrote. The nigga had the room for two days, and we fucked day and night. Girl, that muhfucka got an extra-thick, black dick, and can go the distance. Oh, my God, Kat, that nigga can fuck. It ain’t all that long, but when I tell you he knows how to use that shit, oh, my God. Humph. I can see how a bitch falls in love with a nigga’s dick. He fucked me so good, I started to shake.”
I laughed at her silly ass as she rapidly shook in her seat like she was havin’ a seizure or some shit.
She stopped. “Kat, that muthafucka almost had a bitch in tears.”
I shook my head, chucklin’ at the thought of Chanel’s ass boohooin’ while gettin’ dicked down. Now I’ve had my share of some good dick, but not any good enough to make a bitch break down cryin’.
“And where was Divine while you were out gettin’ ya pussy stretched?”
“In Miami doin’ him. You know if his ass is around ain’t no way I’ma be able to ride another nigga’s dick. Hell, that nigga would be tryna get some pussy as soon as I stepped back up in the house. And you know a bitch gotta give her pussy at least three days’ rest to snap back, feel me?”
I laughed. “You’se a damn fool.”
“Fuck that,” she said, handin’ me the blunt, “I might be a ho, but I ain’t a messy one. There’s three things I won’t do, and that’s let a nigga who ain’t my man go raw in me, let a nigga nut in my mouth, and fuck my man right after fuckin’ another nigga. That’s straight nasty and an absolute no-no, which is why I live by the three-day rule. So the only way I’m fuckin’ another muhfucka is when I know Divine’s ass is outta town and I got at least three days to regroup.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “And did the nigga hit you with some paper?”
“Nope,” she said. “That’s not what I wanted from his ass.”
I blinked, then blinked again. Now, I knew if the nigga was Cash’s nephew, then he was a get-money nigga. Ain’t no way Cash would have that nigga bummin’. Then again, if he fucked as good as she said he did, maybe his chick was lacin’ his ass. Nah, fuck that, that fine, black muhfucka had to be sittin’ on some ends. “Well, did you at least get a handbag or some heels outta his ass?”
“Nope,” she said, twistin’ her lips and frownin’ up her face. “That’s what I got Divine for.”
“So what happened to all that ‘I’ma be fuckin’ ya man and runnin’ his pockets before the end of summer’ shit?’”
“Oh, please,” she said, wavin’ me on with her hand, “he can keep whatever’s in his pockets. I ain’t beat.”
I stared at her ass. Now, either this bitch had changed her gold-diggin’ ways or that nigga Coal had literally fucked her brains inside out, ’cause the ho looked at me like I had snot and boogas hangin’ from outta my nose or some shit.
“Okay, so you’re sayin’ you wanted nothin’ from the nigga?”
“Not a damn thing. Just a ride on that sweet, black dick; that’s it.”
