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She shrugs again. “Just curious.”
Now, on some real shit, a nigga ain’t really ever been in a serious relationship, so technically, I’ve never cheated. But fuckin’ a string a bitches? You already know! “Nah, can’t say that I have.”
“That’s good. I hate men who cheat.”
And I hate bitches who can’t suck a dick. She goes to pour herself another drink. Damn, that’s like her fourth drink in less than an hour. “Damn, ma, what you tryna do, get drunk or sumthin’?”
“No. Not really. I just wanna enjoy my vacation and get nice. I hope you don’t mind.”
As long as ya ass don’t start stumblin’ and throwin’ up, I don’t give a fuck. “Nah, baby, do you.” I take her in. She has big-ass brown eyes that kinda make her look like a ladybug. Other than that, she ain’t really a bad-lookin’ chick. I mean, I can fuck her face forward. Hol’ up, don’t get shit twisted. She ain’t ever gonna be Halle Berry, or a Beyoncé, but she’s a far cry from bein’ an orangutan. And, although she ain’t no beauty queen, she can still get fucked wit’ the lights on. And I’ll even give her ass some tongue. Besides, the bitch got some big, juicy dick suckas I’m dyin’ to feel wrapped ’round this dick.
I lean all the way back in my seat, stretchin’ my arm out over the top of the sofa. “Yo, baby doll, why you sittin’ way over there? Come sit closer to me so we can get better acquainted.”
She grins, gettin’ up like she’s happy to finally get some attention from a nigga. She puts a few CDs in the CD player, then presses Play. I watch her waddle back over wit’ her drink in her hand as Usher’s “Trading Places” plays. Her tiny nipples poke out like Skittles in her pink and white T-shirt. She slows her steps, and sways her hips to the beat. I smirk. Wait for her to take her seat beside me. I lean in. Sniff, sniff again. She smells like vanilla and cinnamon. I take another whiff. I don’t remember smellin’ perfume on her earlier. Then again, I wasn’t beat. But, now…on some real shit, the bitch smells delicious. And if her pussy smells anything like this scent she has on, I’ma tear her the fuck up all night. There’s just sumthin’ ’bout a chick who smells good that turns me the fuck on.
“Damn, baby, what’s that perfume you have on? It smells sexy as hell.”
“It’s de Lolita Lempicka,” she says, smilin’.
I lean in closer. “Yo, that shit is bangin’.”
“Thank you. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Oh, word,” I say, eyein’ her and lickin’ my lips. “Yo, that shit can get a nigga in some serious trouble, word up. Have me wantin’ to eat you up all night.”
She giggles. “I like the sound of that.”
Yeah, I bet you do.
11
“So when’s the last time you had some dick in ya life?” I ask as she puts her glass to her lips. She coughs, chokin’. It takes her a minute to catch her breath. “Yo, you aiight, ma?” She nods, holdin’ her chest. “OhmyGod, you real direct, I see.”
“That’s the only way to be, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I guess. But I think in most situations using tact is best.”
Tact? I almost wanna laugh in her big-ass face. This trick got a muhfucka she met for the first time offa Myspace stayin’ at her spot, and she talkin’ ’bout usin’ some muthafuckin’ tact. Not to mention, the bitch lied to a nigga; got me out here under false pretenses. What the fuck? Fraudulent bitch! I’ma give her tact aiight, when I tack this dick down in her tight-ass throat.
“Well, check this out. I don’t know nuthin’ ’bout tact, so answer the question. When’s the last time you swallowed a dick?”
She gulps down her drink, almost chokin’. “Six months ago.”
I smirk. This ho done forgot she told me online she hadn’t had dick in over a year. Now she sayin’ “six months ago.” On some real shit, I don’t give a fuck one way or the other. I just love catchin’ these bitches in lies. I let it go. “Oh, word. I bet that pussy extra tight, too.” She nods, sippin’ her drink. “So, did he fuck you good?”
“It was okay, I guess. I don’t really remember.”
Now how the fuck a bitch gonna let a nigga run up in her and she don’t remember if the muhfucka hit that shit right? Either this ho was blitzed outta her mind, or the nigga’s dick game was mad whack. She catches how I’m lookin’ at her and laughs.
“We were both so drunk. That whole night was one big blur.”
“So you let ’im bust that shit down raw?” I ask.
She rapidly shakes her head. “Hell no! I don’t play that.”
“Well, you were fucked up, so how you know if he did or didn’t?” I wait for this ho’s response. ’Cause you know as well as I do that if ya ass is ripped the fuck up ’n horny, neither one of ya asses is thinkin’ ’bout wrappin’ the hell up. You just tryna get it off. So nine times outta ten, a nigga goin’ in that pussy straight naked and she’s spreadin’ them legs takin’ it all in. Then, when the shit is all said and done, muhfuckas start stressin’ hopin’ they didn’t catch shit they can’t get rid of.
“You right,” is all the bitch says. And it’s all I need to hear.
