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I laugh at her cum-thirsty ass, then listen to the last message from Tamia’s nut-ass. The bitch is still screamin’ ’bout me iggin’ her retarded ass. Delete.
Vita walks back into the room. I squint, tryna see what the fuck she got on. The bitch changed her clothes, and is now wearin’ a lil’ sheer slip dress. She looks like a dressed-up Cabbage Patch doll. I shake my head. For some reason, her eyes are wide as saucers and make her look like a fly, nah…fuck that, a prayin’ mantis. I frown, watchin’ her as she pours another shot of Patròn, then tosses it back.
“Aaaaah,” she says, shakin’ her head. She sits on the floor. “Whew, this stuff here gets me right.”
“Mmmph.” I’m feelin’ myself gettin’ restless. I’m ready to get this dick wet. “So, dig, what else you like to do besides drink?”
“Well, I like to just chill out and listen to music. And every now and then I like to get my high on.”
Trees? Oh, shit. That’s the fuck what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Now, the bitch’s talkin’ my language. I grin. “Oh, word. You get lit?”
“Sometimes. But not that often because of my job, why? You indulge?”
Oh, aiight. This bitch might not be half bad after all, I think. “Hell muthafuckin’ yeah,” I say excitedly.
She smiles. “Oh, cool. I got some. You wanna do a little something?”
“As long as you got that good shit, no doubt.”
“I only buy the best. I woulda asked you earlier, but I didn’t know how you rolled.”
I laugh. “Oh, I roll ’em thick, baby. So, wassup? We blazin’ or what?”
It almost looks like this bitch is startin’ to salivate. She jumps up outta her seat. And on some real shit, I’m practically feenin’ myself. “Follow me,” she says.
I get up and follow her into her office. It’s laced wit’ a computer, sofa, stereo and another flat-screen TV. I take a seat on the sofa, watchin’ her go into the closet, then roll out some type of mini servin’ cart. She rolls the shit over to where I’m sittin’. There are two wooden boxes on it. She lifts the lids up offa ’em.
“Whatever your pleasure; help yourself, baby.”
A nigga looks, then blinks. Oh, shit! This bitch got weed and coke. Now, I’ll smoke all muthafuckin’ day and night, but a muhfucka ain’t fuckin’ wit’ nuthin’ else. And I ain’t really beat to fuck wit’ no bitch who does either. But, I’m here now. And a muhfucka ain’t bouncin’ ’til she breaks me off some paper, or laces me wit’ some wears. And that’s what it is.
“Yo, I don’t fuck wit’ no coke, baby. But, I’ll smoke ya trees up, real talk.”
“You can smoke all you want. I only sniff.”
I only sniff? Yeah, right. Lyin’-ass bitch. “Do you, baby,” I say, grabbin’ a fat-ass blunt already rolled tighter than a buffalo’s ass. I take the lighter from offa the cart, then spark up. As I pull in smoke, I watch this ho take a razor, make a neat line of coke, then snort the shit up in one long-ass sniff. Oh, hell yeah. I’ma take this coke-snortin’ bird straight through the wringer. Word is bond. This ho is a real live junkie bitch.
I blow out weed smoke, then take another hit straight to the head. It ain’t the kinda top-of-the- line shit I’m used to, but it’ll do. This lil’ pumpkin-head ho does another line, then goes out into the livin’ room and comes back wit’ the bottle of Patròn. She sits on the floor and stares at me. Her eyes start dartin’ ’round the room, and she’s sniffin’ like she’s got a bucket of snot rammed up in her nose. The bitch is skeed the fuck up.
“I’m so glad you came here to spend time with me,” she says, gettin’ up to do another line. “Ever since our first phone conversation, I have wanted to meet you…It’s been so long since I’ve spent time with a real man who’s comfortable in his skin. And who’s not just tryna fuck me ’cause they think I’m some kinda science project…”
Bitch, you are! I sigh. On some real shit, I ain’t beat for this yip-yappin’. A muhfucka’s ready to get aggressive wit’ this trick. “Yo, cock open them legs,” I snap, “and let me see you make that pussy pop.”
She opens her mouth like she’s shocked. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I ain’t stutter. Let me see you get that pussy wet. So take them fuckin’ drawers off, and let me see you make it do what it do.”
I take another pull offa my blunt, hold the shit in my lungs, then blow a cloud of smoke at her. She leans back, and I smile. The bitch already doesn’t have on any drawers. And as soon as she spreads open her legs, her fat pussy lips poke out. “Damn, look at that pretty pink cunt…get that shit wet for big daddy.” She strokes her clit, then sticks a finger in her hole and moans.
I lick my lips watchin’ her tight pussy glisten. I feel my dick start to stiffen. “Yeah, baby. I like that shit. Suck ya fingers for me.” She licks her fingers, then continues playin’ in her hole for another five minutes or so. Then she stops, gets up and goes back over to the cart to snort up more coke. She hoovers up halfa line, pauses, then starts back up. I watch and start to get disgusted lookin’ at her fiend ass.
She looks over at me all bug-eyed ’n shit. “You the kinda man I could really get into. I’m so sick of niggas trying to use me, or think I’m some lonely charity case that has to pay them to fuck me. Yes, I get lonely for companionship sometimes. But, I’m far from desperate. Yes, I’m a sexual woman with needs. But I’m also a woman with standards. I’m a woman who wants to be loved. I hope you not going to try to hurt me like everybody else.”
I frown. What the hell is this ramblin’ fuck-box talkin’ ’bout? “You know what,” I say, standin’ up and removin’ my jeans, then pullin’ my dick outta my boxers. “I’m not tryna hear all that dumb-shit comin’ outta ya dick washer. Drop down and get on ya knees and crawl over to this dick. I didn’t fly all the way out this bitch to listen to a buncha babblin’ ’bout how lonely and fucked up ya life is. I came to get this dick slobbed; so punch in, and get to work.”
She opens her dick sucka to say sumthin’ else, but catches how I’m starin’ her down wit’ my shit swingin’ in my hand. She knows what it is. She drops down low, makin’ her way over to this horny, hard-ass dick. She stands up, stretches open her trap, then wraps her lips ’round my dick and greedily sucks on it. “Wet that shit up, baby…spit on it…there you go…suck that dick like you own it…”
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