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He grins. “And it’ll be a night you’ll never forget, ma. I fuck hard, believe that.”
“And you probably nut quick, too.”
He laughs “Nah, but I nut a lot.”
Oooh, this lil’ niggah real cocky with it. I step into him, then lean in and brush my glossy lips against his ear. “Niggah, I. Will. Fuck. The. Shit. Outta. You.” I flick my tongue, then whisper my number into his ear. “I’m gonna give you a chance to prove ya’self. Make sure you have ya dollars up, niggah.”
He grins. “Yeah, aiight. I got you.”
I get ready to open my mouth to tell him to pull his dick out and let me see it since he wanna talk so much shit. But I see Jasper and Stax headin’ this way and decide to let it go.
Whew, Stax is dipped and rolled in sexiness. Yes, Lawd, Big Booty wanna do him right. But I know the niggah has eyes for Miss Pasha on the low, so I’m not even gonna waste my time fantasizin’ ’bout havin’ his dingaling stuffed in my holes.
Stax smiles at me. Oooh, this fine niggah better be glad I ain’t real messy ’cause I’d lean in and tell his ass if he doesn’t give me some of that dingdong that I’ma tell Jasper how he stays eye-fuckin’ his wife.
“What’s g
ood, Cass?” he says to me, steppin’ up and givin’ me a hug. “I see you keepin’ it sexy as always.”
“I sure am,” I coo, runnin’ my hand over his rock-hard chest, although that’s not really where I want my hand to be. Shit, Big Booty wants to run her hand between his legs and grab his dingdong and cup them balls. But, I ain’t tryna play myself like some thirsty slut. Now I might toss back a few gin ’n juices every now and again, but slut-juice ain’t ever on the drink list.
I lick my lips. “And you’d know how good I was if you stopped playin’ games, Stax, and get with the program.”
He laughs, releasin’ me from his hug. “Yo, Cass, real shit, baby. You a real trip.”
I peep Jasper and the AJ niggah choppin’ it up, givin’ each other dap. Then catch Jasper whisper some shit into his ear. Bells and lights start goin’ off in my head. Mmmhmm, Jasper’s no-good ass got this niggah pushin’ weight, I bet.
Jasper eyes me. “Aye, yo, wassup, Cass?”
I look him up and down, then sweep my bangs across my forehead. “You tell me. Where’s Pasha?” He tells me she’s home where she’s supposed to be. I blink, twistin’ my lips up. “Mmmph. Poor thing. Well, look. It’s been cute, but I need to bounce it back on over to the bar ’cause all this chit-chat is startin’ to cut into my drink time. Y’all niggahs do what you do.” I shoot a look over at Sneaky Ass. “And I still want that drink, niggah.”
He laughs. “I got you. And I still want what we talked about.”
“Niggah, puhleeze,” I say over my shoulder, catchin’ all three of them with their eyes locked on my ass. “You wish.”
Chunky starts playin’ “Ether” by Nas and I’m too through. Now this niggah knows I’m ’posed to have my tank full before he starts doin’ me. I put a hand up on my hip, then bounce and sway to the beat, just a taste ’cause my tank’s on E and I’m still tryna keep it hood classy. But, damn him! I love me some instrumental night down at The Crack House. Yes, Lawd! They do me right!
I toot my booty back up on the barstool, finger poppin’ it as Big Mike slides me my drink. I take a few sips of it, then start twirlin’ my pussy up on the stool. “Aaah, yes, goddammit! This that grown ’n sexy shit.”
I take a few more sips, then toss it all back. Shit, I’m tryna get right, quick. I order another. After my third drink, my tank still ain’t full, but them Drawz done worked their way through me and got me ready turn it up a notch. I grab my glass from the bar and hop off the barstool when the instrumental to Nas’ “Oochi Wally” starts playin’. “Oooh, yes, do me right, Chunky, goddamn you!”
I throw my right hand up in the air and start oochie-coochie-wallyin’ it up, bendin’ at the knees, pumpin’ ’n humpin’ my hips to the beat, makin’ believe I’m naked, tossin’ my pussy at the niggahs watchin’ me. Chunky plays Juvenile’s “Back That Azz Up” and starts smilin’ when he catches my eye. I give him the finger again, doin’ what the song says do: back all this ass up!
By the time the instrumental to Tupac’s “I Ain’t Mad At Ya” starts playin’, I’m on my fifth drink and ready to do the ballroom hoochie-coohie up in this bitch. I grab my skirt and start snappin’ it up and down, to the left, then to the right, like I’m a bullfighter, swayin’ to the beat, showin’ the niggahs gawkin’ my toned legs and givin’ ’em a glimpse of the red lace thong I have my pussy wrapped in. “Chunky, damn you,” I yell, windin’ my hips. “Do me right, goddammit . . . ”
I toss both hands up and swoop ’em around in the air. Then Chunky flips the switch and starts playin’ “Tonight” by Fabolous and I start dippin’ down real low. “Aaaah, shiiit, goddammit! Do me right, do me right!” I’m steppin’ side to side, then swayin’ to the beat, titties bouncin’, ass snap, crackle ’n poppin’. Oooh, you can’t tell me shit. “Goddamn you, Chunky Monkey!”
Oooh, he’s tryna do me right. When he starts playin’ the Ciroc Boyz Anthem, I am sweatin’ like a race horse. Three songs later, I’m swirlin’ my ass back up on the barstool, sippin’ on my seventh drink. My tank is full. I’m in high-gear. And I’m feelin’ right, goddammit! The place is packed somethin’ fierce, drippin’ with dick, dollars and potential new sponsors. And I am lovin’ every minute of it.
I cross my legs and strike a “I’m-the-sexiest-bitch-up-in-this-piece” pose while runnin’ my tongue over my straw, wishin’ it was a hard dick. I take a slow sip of my drink, bobbin’ my head to Waka Flocka’s “No Hands.” I sit my drink up on the bar and start bouncin’ in my seat, pumpin’ my hands in the air.
“Yo, baby,” this deep, dark dreamy, panty-wettin’ voice says in my ear, causin’ me to jump.
“What the fuck?! Is you . . . ” My voice fades, lookin’ into a delicious slice of heaven, grinnin’ at me. Sweet damn ding-a-ling-a-ling! This niggah coulda been my next baby daddy if I didn’t already tie and knot up my tubes. Oooh, he’s fine dark chocolate. And Big Booty love her some dark chocolate niggahs with them heavy dingdongs. Yes, Lawdy! And he has that fresh I-just-got-outta-jail-and-wanna-fuck look which makes my pussy lips pucker a bit. But there’s somethin’ in this niggah’s eyes that makes him look extra crazy. Like he’s the kinda niggah that’ll break a ho’s jaw and punch her in the titties, then kick her pussy in right out in the streets and not give a fuck.
“Yeah, I am.”
I scrunch my face up. “You are what?”
