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n’ retarded. I decide to let it go. “And aside from your weed smoking, I know that you take relatively good care of yourself. You can be in its life or not; the choice would be entirely up to you. Either way, I wouldn’t ask you for any monetary support.”
I scratch the side of my head. “Ummm, why not adopt?”
“I thought about that. But I want to experience the joys of motherhood being pregnant, carrying my own child.”
“I don’t know. I mean, that’s a big request to hit a nigga wit’, feel me?”
“I know. But before you flat out say no, just give it some thought, please.”
“Umm, there’s nuthin’ really to think ’bout. A muhfucka like me ain’t—”
“I’m willing to pay you fifty thousand dollars,” she bursts out, cuttin’ me off. Now that gets my attention. My dick starts to twitch.
“Yo, let me get this right. You’re willin’ to pay me fifty gees to knock you up?”
She nods. “Yes, half up front, then the other half once I’m pregnant.”
My dick thickens.
Damn, and all I gotta do is plant this nut up in her. Now you all know I ain’t the most moral muhfucka and I know I can be a bit—aiight, aiight…very—unscrupulous at times, but damn… gettin’ paid to knock someone up is askin’ a bit much, even for a muhfucka like me. I mean, damn…I can understand her desires to be a mother and even bein’ willin’ to pay to become one. But, fuck! To expect me to be aiight wit’ givin’ her my seed, then turnin’ my back on it. Man, listen…I can’t wrap my mind ’round any muhfucka willin’ to walk away from a child, knowin’ it’s theirs. As disconnected as I can be when it comes to chicks ’n shit, I think that’s one thing I’d have a hard time detachin’ myself from. I think it would fuck wit’ me, knowin’ I had a child, a lil’ man or baby girl of my own, out here. And it damn sure would have my moms spazzin’ the fuck out, knowin’ I deprived her of a grandchild. But, then again, for fifty grand…
“Let me think on it,” I finally say.
She smiles, reachin’ up on her tippy-toes, givin’ me a kiss on the lips. “Thank you.”
“I’m not makin’ any promises.”
“And I’m not askin’ for any.”
“Cool.” I pat her on the ass, then grab and squeeze it, pressin’ my dick up against her. “So, you ready for another round of dick?” She nods her head, grabbin’ my joint and grinnin’. She drops down to her knees and starts lappin’ my balls and lickin’ the underside of my hard dick. Before she can attempt to put her mouth ’round it—’cause I ain’t in the mood for her grazin’ my shit wit’ her muthafuckin’ teeth—I pull her up and toss her up over my shoulder, walkin’ her back over to the bed, then ploppin’ her down on it. I push her legs back and dive into the center of her pussy wit’ my tongue, lickin’, lappin’, kissin’, slurpin’ all over it, ’til she cracks a sticky nut. When she finishes buckin’ her hips, I roll a condom down on my dick, then slowly push in, windin’ my hips, tip drillin’ her slit, e’ery so often pushin’ another inch in, then pullin’ back out to the head. She tosses her head from side to side, pulls in her bottom lip. Her eyes start to roll up in the back of her head. OhmyGod, this bitch got some good pussy. I lean in, whisper in her ear, let her know how hot ’n wet her pussy feels ’round my dick before dippin’ my tongue in her ear and suckin’ on her earlobe.
She moans.
I push this dick deep into her.
She moans again, louder.
I pull out to the head, then push back in.
“Oh, Alex…hmmmm…ooooooh, baaaaaby…you make me feel soooo good…whatever you do…please…Don’t ever…stop… fuckin’ me…”
I grin, lockin’ my arms up under her hips. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ma keep fuckin’ you for as long as you want,” I whisper, rockin’ her box for one straight hour ’til she breaks down and cries.
The rest of the day, we lounge ’round her spot naked, fuckin’ whenever the mood hits, and watchin’ flicks in between. ’Round four o’clock, we head downtown to do some last-minute shoppin’. Cherry laces me wit’ a few pairs of DSquared2 V-neck tees, two pair of Gucci jeans, and a slick pair of Versace shades to go along wit’ the rest of the shit she’s already hit me wit’ durin’ my stay here. I can’t front, she spoils the fuck outta me. Hell, as crafty as I am, I know I probably should dismiss the rest of the hoes on my team and give her the lead spot. And who knows, maybe one day I will. But for now, I like shit the way it is between us. However, I’m thinkin’ I might wanna start comin’ out here e’ery other month or so to keep my pockets lined more frequently, feel me? But if I start doin’ that, is she gonna try to turn this thing into some kinda relationship ’n shit? I already know you can’t give a broad too much of you wit’out her catchin’ feelin’s and whatnot, then wantin’ more from a muhfucka. Let me not think too much ’bout it—at least while I’m still here—’cause if I do, I’ma start actin’ funny toward her. Don’t ask me why. That’s just how I do.
When we finish our shoppin’ spree, we decide to stop by this Japanese spot, Octopus, downtown over on Seventh Street ’cross from the Macy’s to eat before it’s time for her to drop me off at the airport. She orders a large hot saki, miso soup, two crunch rolls, and two tiger rolls. I try to keep from frownin’ at the thought of eatin’ salmon and freshwater eel rolled together. And I’m thinkin’: This bitch won’t be kissin’ me unless she scrubs down her tongue, then gargles. I order a seaweed salad and the garlic seared tuna sashimi.
Over our meal, she tells me how much she enjoyed my stay here and how she wishes I didn’t have to go. I smile and tell her likewise, then tell her how much I appreciate her lookin’ out for me. Then she tells me she doesn’t want more than three months to go by before she sees me again. And when I come out, she wants me to stay another two weeks. I swallow the last bit of my rice, not sayin’ shit. But between you and me, two weeks wit’out blazin’ is a bit much for me. I’ma haveta find me a connect out here for these extended stays to work. She pulls out her BlackBerry.
“What are you doing the week of February tenth? I would like to spend Valentine’s Day with you.” Valentine’s Day? What the fuck?! Here she goes tryna turn sumthin’ into nuthin’. I don’t celebrate that shit. I give her a look. She catches it. “Not as lovers, silly. I know what we are to each other. But I do consider you a very special man in my life. You’re more than a friend with benefits to me. I care about you, Alex. And before you start trippin’, don’t take what I say outta context. I’m very clear on what our arrangement is.”
I smile. “Oh, you know I was ’bout to go there. I don’t want you catchin’ feelin’s for me, then wantin’ more than what I’ma give you.”
“Only a fool would think such, sweetie. Believe it or not, I know you better than you think. And I know you are not capable of loving anyone more than you love yourself. And I’m okay with that. So trust, I’m not interested in investing my heart into an emotionally unavailable man. Yes, I care about you. And I enjoy your company. But that’s it. You’re good for two things, baby: a good time, and a good fuck. And that’s why I keep you around.”
I choke on my drink, laughin’. “Oh shit, you funny as hell. That’s some shit I’d say.”
“I know. And I put that out there just in case you thought it.”
