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I lean in and nip at his ear. “You were the niggah who walked up in Nappy No More and put the owner on blast. You called her out about suckin’ ya man’s dick.”
He grins. “Oh, daaayum. Right, right. Yeah, I did go up in that spot. Yo, that was a minute ago. Yeah, my man said that bitch was a real live cock and cum freak. What, you cool wit’ her or sumthin’?”
I shake my head. “Not really. I mean, she does my hair.” I tell him I was sittin’ in her chair when he came up in there and tossed filth on her. I tell him how it made my pussy pop. “Oooh, you was so bold and sexy comin’ up in there grabbin’ ya dick, askin’ her if you could get ya dick sucked.”
He laughs. “Nah, I asked for one of her deep throat specials. Damn, I can’t believe you’d remember some shit like that.”
“Boo, who wouldn’t? I remember that like it was yesterday. You turned the salon out that day, niggah. Oooh, that was messy, boo. I knew that bitch was a whore. Tryna act all uppity ’n shit. But you did her in real good that day, boo.”
He keeps laughin’. The niggah’s eyes are all glassy so I know he’s liquored up real good. “Yeah, that bitch is a real cum whore. She was toppin’ off mad niggahs on da low, too. She called herself Deep Throat Diva or some shit like that.”
“What? No, she didn’t call herself some shit like that.” I repeat the name. “Mmmph. Ooooh, that’s a real dirty bitch. Deep Throat Diva, mmmph!” I pour him another drink, then pour myself one, too. We click glasses, then toss ’em back. “Mmmph. That messy bitch shoulda had her ass whipped for that.” I reach for his dingdong. Stroke it.
He laughs. “Real shit, she did. She got fucked up real good.”
“Oooh, noooo, boo,” I coo, reachin’ for his dick. I stroke it. “What happened? How she get it?”
He glances over his shoulder. Then back at me. He’s liquored up real good. “Yo, I shouldn’t be tellin’ you this shit, yo.”
“Niggah-boo, puhleeze, you safe with me, Daddy. I ain’t messy like that. Besides, who I’ma tell? I don’t even like that bitch like that. So fuck her. I’m glad she got served.”
He pours another drink.
I lean in and whisper in his ear, “I wanna fuck you, boo. All this talk done got my pussy real juicy. Let’s go somewhere and fuck. I wanna give you some pussy, boo.”
He grins. “Yeah, yeah . . . that’s what the fuck I wanna hear, ma. Let’s get the fuck up outta here. I’ma take you back to my man L’s spot and shove all this muhtafuckin’ fat-ass dick in you.”
L? Where I hear that name before? I think, slidin’ outta the booth. He slides out, then stumbles a bit. Yeah, this niggah’s tanked up real good. “I’ma stretch the fuck outta that pussy, ma. Fuck it real good. I’ma hit the bathroom, then meet you outside.”
“Don’t keep me waitin’,” I say, shakin’ my hips through the club. It’s packed as shit in here. When I get around the club, I spot Knutz at the bar all up in some brown-skinned bitch’s face. I can’t tell who it is since her back is to me. And it really doesn’t matter since that shit ain’t my business. I shift my eyes and catch Buddha lookin’ at me. He smirks, givin’ me a head nod. I flick my tongue at him, walkin’ outta the club. As bad as I wanna fuck him, again, tonight’s not the night. AJ’s the only niggah I got on my mind.
I disarm my alarm, then slide behind the wheel of my truck, lockin’ the doors. It’s almost one in the mornin’. I crank the engine, then drive off just as AJ is comin’ outta the club. Niggah, we ain’t fuckin’ tonight. But I promise you, I am goin’ to fuck you.
And when I’m done with his ass, he’s gonna know he’s been fucked real good.
Thirty-Two
Day’Asia’s rude ass comes bargin’ into my room while I’m in the middle of a juicy conversation with Miss Pasha. Oooh, Miss Pasha is my boo, even if she is a messy cum whore. But I can’t even get into it right now ’cause Day’Asia’s ass done disrupted my goddamn groove.
“Ma, you have some money? Me and Tina wanna go to the mall.”
“Excuse me one minute, Miss Pasha, girl,” I say as I
stare Day’Asia down. I blink. This lil’ ho must think I’m some kinda special or some shit. “And how you gettin’ there Asia? And who else is goin’?”
“Samara gonna drive me, Tina and Weena.”
I frown. “Weiner? What the hell kinda name is that? What kinda bitch names her child after a goddamn hot dog?”
She sucks her teeth. “It’s Roweena, but we call her Weena for short. And it’s with an a at the end, not er.” She spells it out for me.
I tilt my head, takin’ in the ho-wear she has on. She’s standin’ in my room wearin’ some kinda black and white pinstriped shirt dress that’s barely coverin’ her ass with a wide red belt and a pair of red and black peep-toe “fuck me” pumps on. Shit I know I didn’t buy. She looks a hot damn mess!
“What circus you tryna go to today, Day’Asia? Steppin’ up in here lookin’ like a goddamn clown with that shit on.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m goin’ to the mall.”
I bunch my brows together. “Mall, my ass. Not dressed like that. You must think I’m some kinda stupid, Day’Asia, don’t you?”
