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“You wanna get some dessert?” She nods. “Cool. What you wanna order?”
“You,” she says, lickin’ her lips.
I pull in my bottom lip. “Oh, word? Let’s blow this joint, then.” I flag the waitress over. Tell her we’re ready to bounce. Then, believe it or not, I pay the check and tip. Yeah, a muhfucka came outta his pockets. But wit’ another ho’s paper, of course.
35
Two days before Christmas and here I am out and about at the mall wit’ Moms, so she can pick up her gift. Goin’ out to L.A. on some last-minute shit threw me off, but it’s all good. Cherry laced a muhfucka—as usual, wit’ some paper and wears. And I got some good ass and pussy to go wit’ it. So I’m not complainin’. But bein’ out in this muthafuckin’ mall wit’ all these heads is effin’ madness! I thought we were gonna dip into the Louis store, cop Moms a fly bag, then be out. But, noooo! She wants to get her shop on! So here I am, four hours later, carryin’ mad shoppin’ bags and she’s still not ready to go. When she decides to hit up Bloomingdale’s, I tell her to go on in wit’out me, that I’ma be out here wit’ the bags, waitin’ on her. I take a seat in one of the leather chairs, takin’ in the sights. A muhfucka can’t front, there’s some real dimepieces out here. And I’m sittin’ here hopin’ I don’t run into any hoes I know, especially any I’ve had to dismiss. The last thing I need is some mall drama wit’ my moms catchin’ the shit firsthand.
There’s a buncha bitches rockin’ Juicy jumpsuits, Uggs and Louis bags. I peep a group of pampered white broads dipped in ice ’n chunky jewels, pushin’ double strollers. They reek of money! I glance at my watch. It’s goin’ on four o’clock. My balls are heavy as hell right now. And I wanna bust a couple rounds off. I pull out my phone and scroll through my address book to see who I can set up some head wit’ for later tonight. As I’m scrollin’ down the list of hoes on my roster, most of these greedy bitches gonna wanna fuck, or sixty-nine. Right now, I’m on some selfish-type shit. I’m not feelin’ any extras. Hell, as long as she loves to suck dick, she can be ugly as dog shit as far as I’m concerned. My eyes are gonna be closed any-fuckin’-way, so who cares what the fuck she looks like. I decide to hit up this turtle-neck broad, Nicole, I used to fuck wit’ from Rahway. She’s ’bout five feet, six inches; one-hunnid-and-eighteen pounds wit’ this long-ass neck like a turtle, which is definitely good for throatin’. It’s been a minute since I punched up her throat. Last time I was wit’ her, she told a nigga he can get at her anytime he wanted; didn’t make a difference who she was wit’, she’d always suck down on this dick.
“Hey, stranger,” she says, soundin’ happy to hear from me.
“What’s good wit’ you?”
“Nothing much; just work and school. That’s about it. What’s been up with you? I haven’t heard from you in almost a year; thought you forgot about me.”
“Nah, baby, never that.”
“Well, that’s good to know. I was starting to think I did something wrong to chase you away.”
I laugh. “Nah, baby, I don’t run easy. You know how it is. Life ’n shit got a cat busy.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Yo, you feel like swallowin’ tonight?” I ask, peepin’ these two young hoes checkin’ for me. I can tell they real hot in the ass. I act like I don’t see ’em, though. Too damn young. I watch ’em bounce ’n shake their asses as they walk, shakin’ my head. “Daddy’s lookin’ for someone who wants to suck ’n throat this hard-ass cock tonight. Is that someone gonna be you?”
“Is head all you want?” she asks, lowerin’ her voice; tryna sound sexy ’n shit.
“Wet ’n sloppy,” I tell her, “wit’ a buncha slurpin’, gulpin’ and gurglin’.”
“About what time?” she asks as Moms comes strollin’ over wit’ three Bloomingdale’s signature brown bags.
“About nine.”
“Okay, cool.”
“Dig, let me get back to you, baby,” I tell her before disconnectin’ the call. “You ready to bounce?” I ask Moms as she hands me her shoppin’ bags. She got a muhfucka loaded down wit’ shit, carryin’ four bags in one hand, and three in the other.
“There’s one more store I wanna go into,” she tells me. “Well, actually two more.”
I sigh. “You killin’ me, Ma, for real.”
She chuckles. “Whatever little plans you have, or had, you need to cancel them ’cause I’m the only woman you gonna be spending your time with today. And right now I’m not finished shopping, so get over your self.”
I smile, shakin’ my head. “Aiight, Ma. You got that.”
“You damn right, I do.” I laugh at her. Tell her I’m gonna be in the American Express Members lounge—yeah, a muhfucka gotta AMEX card. And?—while she finishes burnin’ up her paper. I dip into the lounge, find me a spot in the corner and set the bags down. Then grab a cranapple drink. My cell rings. It’s Mike. “Yo, what’s good?”
“Chillin’, son, you know how I do. What’s good with you?”
“Shit, man. Out here in this packed-ass mall wit’ Moms ’n shit.”
He laughs. “Mom Dukes got you out in all that madness spendin’ paper. That’s wassup.”
“Yeah, sumthin’ like that.”
“Dig, I got our tix for the All-Star games as well.”
