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“True. Let’s simply say I’ve had my share of experiences.”
I laugh. “Uh-huh, I’m sure you have. Welcome to the club, boo. We all have a story to tell.”
I catch her as she shifts her eyes. “Yes, we do.”
Again, Rusty Crusty is lookin’ at me. She shifts her eyes.
Here’s my thing, if you gonna fuckin’ stare, then speak, goddammit. Don’t keep eyeballin’ me like you wanna get knocked in your fuckin’ sockets. “Boo, do I know you?” I finally ask, tiltin’ my head. I lean up in my seat in case I gotta leap up on her ass.
She acts like she doesn’t know I’m talkin’ to her. So I ask her again.
“Excuse me?” she finally says.
“No, bitch, excuse you,” I hear myself startin’ off, but I catch myself. I take a deep breath. “Chick, I asked you if I knew you. Everytime I say somethin’, you sittin’ over there rollin’ your goddamn eyes up in your head and makin’ all kinda ugly-ass Cookie Monster faces—that you don’t even need to be makin’ with ya ugly ass self—and I wanna know are you makin’ them at me or does your stylist’s pussy stink?”
The Rhodeshia chick frowns. “Girl, wrong answer. I keeps the kitty fresh.”
“Then I guess this bitch is doin’ me then, huh?”
“Bitch?” Rusty Crusty screeches. “You don’t know me—”
“And, bitch, you don’t know me to be eyeballin’ me like you wanna put some work in. So either you want some of this fat pussy or wanna get your ass beat, which is it? ’Cause I know I didn’t fuck your man. Or did I? And if I did, remind me who he is so I can go back and ride his face tonight, then send him back home to you with my pussy juice stained on his tongue.”
“Oh, no. Not today, girl,” Pasha warns, watchin’ me through the mirror. “Please, not today.”
I glance up at her. “Not to worry, Miss Pasha. I’m gonna stay classy with it. You know how I do.”
“Yeah, I do,” she says, narrowin’her eyes and spinnin’ me around in the chair, facin’ her. “And I’m not having you tear my shop up,” she hisses. “So don’t.”
I laugh. “Miss Pasha, I wouldn’t do you like that, boo. But you right. I’ma let it go. But tell that ugly bitch to stop starin’ at me, like she wanna eat my ass out or somethin’. She’s makin’ my asshole ache.”
“Trick, the only ugly bitch in here is you.”
I laugh, decidin’ to fuck with her ass. “Bitch, you on crack. You see all this fabulousness over here, so don’t even front. Call me a ho, boo. Call me a slut. Don’t ever call me ugly, bitch. ’Cause you and I know it’s all lies. I know you like what you see, hatin’-ass trick. So, what you wanna do, fuck or fight? I bet you gotta big-ass dick, too. What you want, some of this pussy, boo? Oh, and I love it in the ass, too.” I pull up the cape and spread my legs. “I don’t have on any drawers, either.”
I make
the bitch uncomfortable. Everyone in the shop gasps.
“Booty! I mean, Cassandra!” Pasha screeches through clenched teeth. “I will burn the shit out of you with this hot iron if you don’t stop. I told you I don’t want no shit up in here today, or any other day.”
I am crackin’ up. “Oh, Miss Pasha, relax, boo. I’m only fuckin’ with her ass. She’s lucky I’m in a good mood, though. Othewise you know it woulda turned messy up in here.” I crane my neck, lookin’ over at Rusty Crusty, flappin’ my tongue at her. I make the ho nervous. But she keeps her goddamn eyes off of me for the rest of the time I’m sittin’ here. Bitch, tryna eyeball me. Puhleeze.
Ten minutes later, Pasha has finished installin’ my lustrious weave. And as always, it’s flawless! It’s silky and flowin’ down to my asscrack. And I feel like a sexy-ass chocolate Barbie. Miss Pasha knows she can do the hell outta some hair.
I pay my bill, walk back over to Pasha’s station and slide her a hundred-dollar tip, then sling my new hair over my shoulder and strut out the door. With all eyes on me!
Four
“Spread your legs, baby,” JT says as he slaps me on the ass. I arch my back, jiggle and bounce it for him. He’s a dark chocolate, get-money street niggah who I’ve been creeping with for the last ten months. The niggah loves the streets. Even after doing two bids in prison, he still can’t stay away from the fast life, the fast cash, and all the fast ass that comes along with it—includin’ mine, which is exactly why I’m bent over slap-jackin’ my ass for him.
But his indiscretions or weakness for a good fuck isn’t my concern. I’ve known the niggah for at least ten years. Hell, he did his first bid with one of my baby fahvers. And even though I always caught him eye-fuckin’ me, knew he secretly wanted to run his dick up in me, I still played it off. I always kept my distance. Never, ever, crossed the line with him—after all, I also know his wife. But ten months ago somethin’ changed. The niggah kept pressin’ me hard. And once he flashed me a stack of paper, the fact that I know his wife no longer mattered to me. Gettin’ in this dirty niggah’s pockets did. He wanted this ass. I wanted his paper. And now we have a special kind of arrangement goin’ on. He buys me nice shit, like the Range Rover I drive—among many other things—and keeps them Benjamins in my purse. And I give him access to all the ass and pussy his horny tongue and cock can handle. Not a bad tradeoff, if you ask me. Shit. I love to fuck any- damn-way. So we both get what we want. Then he gets to go back to his lil’ white picket-fenced life with the beautiful wife and kid, well-fucked. And I get to go back to my life a few thousand dollars richer.
He grunts. “Damn . . . big, juicy fat ass. I’ma tear this shit up. I see you got that shit already ready for me, too.” He slaps me on the ass. “You knew Daddy was gonna call for this good ass, didn’t you? Got that shit stretched all wide for this big-ass dick.”
“Lick it, fucker,” I say, glancin’ at him over my shoulder. He flicks his tongue over it, then dips it in. My pussy moistens. This niggah’s so damn fine and no damn good and I shouldn’t be fuckin’ with him, but heeeey . . . a bitch like me loves livin’ on the edge of danger. And this niggah right here is dangerous! And fuckin’ crazy! Still, I love fuckin’ his cock. I love his tongue. Love the way both feel deep in my holes. Love the way his dick stretches open my ass and causes my nut to burst outta my pussy. Mmmph.
I eye him, lickin’ my lips. His hard, chiseled body is positioned in back of me, dripping with sweat. His scrumptiously thick nine-inch, veiny dick stabs at the center of my pussy, teasin’ly. He pulls back, pulls open my asscheeks, then buries his face in. The nasty niggah shamelessly shovels his tongue deep into my asshole.
