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I stare at her, start to wonder if she got good pussy. I smirk at the thought of layin’ back, proppin’ her up on my dick, then spinnin’ her ass ’round on it like a doll. My dick starts to jump. Yeah, I’ma run this dick straight through her muthafuckin’ back. Lyin’-ass ho!
When we get to her shiny black customized Benz truck, I say, “Damn, I didn’t know Benz made whips for midgets.” I hear her suck her teeth as she disarms the alarm, unlockin’ the doors. I toss my bag in the back, then get in. I watch her climb up and in. She looks over at me. And on some real shit, the bitch got the nerve to be aiight lookin’ in a funny kinda way. Sorta like a chimpanzee.
“Please don’t refer to me as a midget. It’s offensive, and derogatory,” she says, slammin’ her door. “I might be many things, but a midget ain’t one of ’em.”
Bitch, please. I’ll call you what the fuck I want. I feel like laughin’ dead in her muthafuckin’ face. “Well, then what are you?”
“Well, for starters, I’m a woman. My name is Vita. And I’m a little person. ‘Little people’ is the term used to refer to us. Calling little people midgets is no longer politically correct. I’m not part of some old circus freak show.”
I can’t tell. “Oh, aiight, my bad. So why didn’t you just keep shit real and tell me what it was wit’ you from the gate?”
She looks at me. “Do you want the truth?”
What the fuck you think, bitch? I nod. “Yeah.”
“As fine as you are, would you still have come out here to see me if I told you the truth? And be honest.”
I think, do I lie or keep it real? For the right price, hell yeah, ho! “Nah, I probably wouldn’t.” She looks at me, raises a brow. “Aiight, hell no.”
She gives me a smile. “Exactly. Look, I apologize for not being up front with you. I was wrong for that. But I’m not gonna apologize for wanting to spend time with you, or for wanting to lie in your arms. I like you. I know I don’t really know you, but after all of our phone conversations and email exchanges, I feel an emotional connection to you.”
Lie in my arms? Emotional connection? What the fuck?! Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo. This bitch talkin’ like she’s one screw from crazy. “Dig, baby, I don’t know if you notice or not, but I’ma big man. Wouldn’t you rather fuck wit’ a little nigga instead of a cat who’s almost three times ya height?”
She shakes her head. “Those aren’t the kind of men I’m attracted to. I like a man I can climb up on and crawl all over, the taller the better. I like it when a man lifts me up and props me up on his dick. I might be a little woman, but I got a big sex drive.”
Let me find out this bitch can fuck all night. “Oh, is that so? Well, that’s what ya mouth says.”
“That’s what I know. So, do you have a problem with what you see, or do I need to drop you off somewhere else?”
Not at the moment. I lick my lips, lean over and kiss her, slippin’ my tongue deep into her mouth. The bitch gotta mouth like a furnace, and I immediately imagine my dick up in it. She sucks on my tongue as I reach for her lil’ right titty. Her nipple is hard as a pebble. I massage it over her shirt. She moans. I can smell her pussy juices simmerin’. And I wanna marinate this dick in it. “Nah,” I say, lookin’ her in the eyes. I kiss her again. “I’m right where I wanna be. Now let’s hurry up and get to ya spot ’fore I end up fuckin’ ya fine ass in the backseat of ya truck.”
She giggles. Silly-ass bitch, I think, grinnin’ at her. She backs outta her parkin’ space, then heads east onto Interstate 285 toward Decatur. My cell rings. I pull it from my hip and peep the number. It’s my nigga Mike. “Dig, ma. Excuse me for one minute, I say, pressin’ TALK. “Yo, my nigga.”
“Alley Cat, what’s good, nigga?”
“Shit. What’s good wit’ you?”
“You already know. We rollin’ out to Diva’s Lounge in Montclair later tonight. You down?”
“Nah, my dude, can’t. I’m outta town.”
He laughs. “Prowlin’?”
“Nigga, you know how I do.”
“Do you, my dude. When you comin’ back?”
As soon as I run through this bitch’s purse. I glance over at Minnie Mouse. When she looks over at me, I wink at her, lickin’ my lips. She smiles. “In a week or so.”
“Aiight. Hit me up when you get in.”
“Most def.”
“Oh, before I forget. You still down for All-Star in February?”
“Damn, I almost forgot about that shit. Where’s it gonna be again?”
“Phoenix, nigga,” he says, laughin’. “Ya ass can’t remember shit.”
