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“Yo, you already know. You was talkin’ some real good shit. I’m tryna hit that deep.”
I roll my eyes, sittin’ up in bed. I reach over and flick the lamp on. “You eat pussy?”
“Nah, ma . . . I ain’t wit’ that.”
“Well, do you lick ass?” Now I already know if a niggah ain’t eatin’ pussy, he ain’t lickin’ no ass either. But I wanna hear what this coon gotta say. And if you ain’t doin’ both, you definitely ain’t gonna be freaky enough for me.
“Nah. I don’t get down wit’ that either. But I’ll fuck you in it.” Mmmph. This corny-ass niggah ain’t ready for a bitch like me. I ask him how big his dick is. He tells me he has nine thick, hard, inches.
“Niggah, if you ain’t eatin’ pussy or lickin’ out no ass, ya dick game better be bananas.”
“No doubt. I puts in that work, yo. So wassup. Can I get up in them hips and stroke up ya insides or what?”
“Niggah, you gotta stroke up that cash, first. You got that money up?”
“Yeah, no doubt. I gotta lil sumthin’. How much you tryna trick a niggah for?”
“Well, if you were eatin’ pussy ’n ass I woulda gave you a discount sampler, but since you ain’t puttin’ out no tongue work, you gonna have’ta hit me with . . . mmmm . . . ”
Louie V gotta sexy pink belt I want, then I saw a pair of aviators I also want and this cute lil’ Keep It Twice monogram bracelet they got. I start calculatin’ in my head: Six-hundred-and fifty-five plus six-hundred-forty-five plus three-hundred-seventy. I tell him I want two grand, but I really only need seventeen hundred to get my trinkets. The extra three hundred is the tax for him not eatin’ pussy or lickin’ ass. But if what Jah said about this niggah is true, then I know he ain’t gonna be able to hang ’cause his pockets light.
“Daaaaaaayum, that’s kinda steep for some pussy. I can see if you was askin’ for a few hunnid, but two gees? You buggin’ wit’ that.”
I laugh. “Niggah, if you broke, say you broke. You ain’t gotta front. But I ain’t buggin’ ’bout shit. Ain’t no shame in my game, boo. If you can’t afford me, then so be it.”
“Yo, ain’t nobody frontin’. And ain’t nobody say I couldn’t afford you. I’m sayin’ how I know you even worth that kinda paper?”
“Niggah, you don’t. But that ain’t stop you from wantin’ to fuck me. Now did it?”
“Nah, but still. I ain’t that kinda dude to be trickin’ up that kinda paper for no ass. Fuck that.”
I keep laughin’. “Okay, if you say so. But I ain’t given you none of this pussy, boo.”
“Oh word? It’s like that?” I can hear the disappointment in his voice. Niggah, boom! Like I give a fuck. “You suck dick, ma?”
“I sure do.”
“How much you tryna run a niggah for some dome? I wanna feel ya lips ’round my dick.”
I smirk, gettin’ outta bed. I walk to my closet and pull a blunt outta one of my hidin’ spots. Niggah, you ’bout to get more than these lips. I pop my bare ass into the bathroom, then shut the door. “You like gettin’ ya dick sucked?”
“Hell yeah, ma. What muhfucka you know don’t like his top spun? I’m always lookin’ for a good head doctor.”
Uh-huh, niggah. I just bet you are.
I spark the blunt and take a pull, then blow smoke up into the air. “Is that so, lil niggah?” I sit on the edge of the oversized tub with the claw-feet, crossin’ my legs. “Mmmph. You ain’t ready for no real neck work, boo. And ya paper’s light. So you tell me. How much can you afford to trick up for some of this wet throat?”
See. This niggah’s real cocky with his shit, so I know he ain’t diggin’ bein’ called out like that. But he’s either extra cheap or extra broke. And, trust. A cocky coon like him ain’t ever gonna admit to bein’ broke. “I’ll hit you wit’ like a few hunnid, but that’s all.”
I laugh. “Niggah, you must want the Walmart special for a few hunnid.”
“The what?”
“You heard me. You tryna play me cheap, boo. That means you only get a tongue lap. No mouth, just tongue over the head, then down the sides of ya shaft, and maybe over ya balls a few times. And that’s that. If you want lips ’n mouth, you gonna need to run a lil’ deeper in them pockets. You wanna push ya dingaling down in my throat, then you need to bring it right. And if you wanna get that dingaling cream slurped outta ya piss slit, then you definitely better get ya money up and do me right. Do me right, niggah or don’t get done; simple as that.”
“Damn, yo. You got my shit hard as fuck. Ya mouth’s real reckless, yo. But you a sexy bitch. And you nasty as fuck. I peeped that shit the night I first saw you all up on my niggah Buddha’s ass.”
“Uh-huh. I sure am. And I like nasty niggahs who know how’ta fuck. How you know Buddha anyway?”
