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“Yo, I’ma need a few dollas, though. You got me?”
She sighs, pausin’. “Listen, I’m not really into making it a habit of giving a man money, especially one I’m not dealing with.”
“Oh, aiight, I feel you. It is what it is,” I say, knowin’ she’s talkin’ that shit for now. But just like I had her peelin’ off paper the last time, she’ll be doin’ it again—real soon. Believe that. In the meantime, where one won’t, two more will. So it’s all good. “Look, baby, let me get up off this line. I’ll get at ya next week.”
The week flies by and a muhfucka’s been real low key for the most part of it, chillin’ here at my own spot. Hittin’ the gym hard, and not really fuckin’ much; just straight chillin’. Oh, and gettin’ brain a few nights here and there, but nuthin’ major. And believe it or not, I turned my cell off for two days, so I didn’t have to be bothered wit’ anyone. When I finally turned the shit back on, my mailbox was full. Most of the calls were from Vita, Akina, Maleeka, Shalonda, and Tamera’s smutty ass. You already know I ain’t hittin’ her back. And the rest of ’em can wait ’til a muhfucka’s beat to fuck wit’ ’em.
My cell rings. I peep the caller ID, and smile. It’s Cherry.
“What it do, pretty baby?”
“It bangs my pussy up until it whistles, and fucks a horny woman like me into a coma.”
“Damn, you tryna get shit poppin’, I see. You ready for this dick, huh?”
“I’ve been ready. And I’m long overdue. Speaking of which, I bought your ticket. And I wired you a few dollars to hold you over until you get here. The money is already there waiting for you.”
I grin. See, this is what I like ’bout Cherry. She hooks a muhfucka up wit’out me havin’ to go through a whole buncha extras. No questions asked, she makes shit happen. And she doesn’t stress a muhfucka out tryna keep tabs on ’im. “Oh, word? Good lookin’ out. You know I really ’preciate you, baby.”
“Well, hopefully you’ll give me at least two weeks to show me how much.”
Two weeks? What the fuck?! “Damn, baby…you know I can’t leave my moms home alone that long. I told you she’s in a wheelchair.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it’s fucked up sayin’ shit like that ’bout Moms and all, but hey…it is what it is.
“Oooh, big daaaaddy,” she coos into the phone, “don’t do me like that. I need you.”
“Oh, word?”
“Mmmm, you have no idea how bad. Besides all the shopping we’ll do, imagine two weeks of you fucking me deep in my tight ass, my wet pussy and down in my throat anywhere, anytime, as many times as you want.”
I almost laugh. This bitch knows damn well she ain’t ready to have me punchin’ up her tonsils. “Damn, baby, you tryna get my dick hard.”
She laughs. “Is it the shopping, or the idea of fucking that’s doing it?”
“Both,” I tell her, laughin’. “And right now, my shit’s on brick.”
“Mmmmph, just how I like it. Give me two weeks with you, baby. I promise you I’ll make it well worth your while.”
“Damn, baby, you makin’ this hard for me to say no to. But…”
“No, ‘buts,’” she says, cuttin’ me off. “Before you say anything else about leaving your mother alone unattended, you need to know I’ve wired you enough money for you to hire someone to stay with her while you’re gone. So please. No excuses. I wanna see you. And I want you all to myself for two whole weeks.”
She tells me she’s hit a nigga up wit’ five gees, and will keep my pockets lined while I’m there. Even though two weeks is a bit extra, you already know a muhfucka like me ain’t tryna pass up on an opportunity to fuck and shop, then fuck and shop some more. And still come off wit’ some paper. So a muhfucka’s gonna do what he’s gotta do.
“I’m all yours, baby,” I finally tell her. “I’m all yours.”
25
Friday night rolls ’round, and shit’s ’bout to get poppin’ up in this piece. I fucked Falani down real good, earlier today; served her this dick nice ’n slow. Although I wanted to beat that shit up, I didn’t wanna have her insides burnin’ and her walls swollen. So I went easy on her. And since she had her beaver shaved this time, I gave her an extra treat. I ran a few laps ’round her fat clit wit’ my tongue, held her pussy in my mouth and tongue fucked her, before drivin’ this dick deep in her. I slow stroked her hole, while suckin’ on her titties ’til she cried.
Now here I am stretched out ’cross her sofa in a pair of red silk boxers, waitin’ for the freak show to begin. Oh, and just to let ya know. The ho came up offa some paper like I said she would. Talkin’ that dumb shit ’bout not makin’ it a habit givin’ a nigga money. Fuck outta here. That shit might apply to them duck-ass niggas she’s used to fuckin’, but unless I’m straight charity-fuckin’ a broad, she can say whatever she wants. But if I push this dick up in her guts, eventually, she’s gonna come up offa that fetti. And that’s what it is. I glance over at the clock on her glass and wood end table: 8:27 p.m. She’s already twenty-seven minutes late. I hope this bitch don’t front.
Five minutes later, the doorbell rings. Falani goes to the door and opens it. I hear her greetin’ someone, and as soon as her peoples walks through the door, I do a double-take. The first thing I see is a set of long, shapely legs in a pair of stilettos. I slowly lift my eyes over her as she closes the door behind her. She’s a fine, thick, milk-chocolate chick wit’ a long black ponytail—a muthafuckin’ clip-on, I bet—big doe-shaped eyes, long lashes, and beautiful thick, dick-suckas. I immediately imagine ’em wrapped ’round this dick, deep throatin’ it ’til I coat her throat and tongue wit’ this hot custard. Falani greets her wit’ a hug, then walks her into where I’m sittin’ and introduces her.
“Lydia, this is Alley, uh…Alex. Alex, Lydia.”
I slowly lick my lips, standin’ up. “Yo, what’s good, baby,” I say, eyein’ her as she steps outta her black three-quarter trench. She’s wearin’ some kinda red spandex-type dress that clings to her curves. I lick my lips, again.
She smiles. “OhmyGod, giiiirl, you didn’t tell me he was this fine.”
