Around the Way Girls

by Karen Williams Chunichi

  She stepped her naked body out of the shower to a ringing cell phone. The display said unknown, but she decided to take a chance and answered anyway, even though she didn’t know who was calling. Misha had given her number to so many niggas, she didn’t know if one of them was trying to get at her, and she didn’t want to miss out on any monetary opportunities.

  Once she realized who was on the other end, she wished she hadn’t bothered to answer.

  “I don’t have it!”

  “Well, when do you think you will have the payment, Miss Stokes.”

  “When I get it!”

  “And just when do you think that will be?”

  “When I know, you’ll know!”

  “Are you still employed as a special services consultant?”

  “Yes, but business has been slow. Don’t you know that we’re currently in a recession?”

  “Yes, I know that, Miss Stokes. Uh, I see your account has been delinquent for some time now. Is there any specific reason for this?”

  “Are y’all muthafuckas stuck on stupid or what? What part of ‘I’m broke’ don’t you understand? Are all of your fuckin’ bills paid?”

  The representative that was questioning Misha didn’t answer her question.

  “Yeah, uh huh, that’s just what I thought. Yo’ ass is probably broke too. Now hear this—Don’t call me, I’ll call you!” Misha hit the end button on her cell phone.

  Damn, there they were, calling again. She knew she shouldn’t have accepted that stupid-ass credit card offer, but once she had accepted one, more kept coming, and she wanted to start building up her credit. She knew how important it was to have good credit. And if she ever planned to have the life that she dreamed of, which was the life of a celebrity video vixen, she needed to start somewhere. However, her start ended quickly once she couldn’t keep up with the payments. Now she was receiving a ton of bills in her mailbox and annoying phone calls at all times of the day and night. Had she known the company would harass her in such a manner, she would have thought twice about accepting their offers.

  Misha now wanted to change her cell phone number, but she didn’t want the headache that came along with losing some of her contacts, so she quickly decided against the idea. With everything that Misha had on her plate, she was beginning to get stressed out. Something had to give.

  Misha prepared herself to make the call she needed to make in order to secure the balance of her rent money. With all of the bills that she had stacked against her, she now wondered why she didn’t make this call before she hollered at Pete’s broke ass. She needed more than just one hundred and fifty dollars. She needed some serious stacks.

  She called one of her clients who went by the name of Clutch, an OG from Brooklyn, who was still hustling to make his cake. She’d known him for a few years. He was always a reliable source for some funds. The only thing was, Clutch had a fetish for phone sex, and Misha wasn’t in the mood. She just needed some cash, but she really had no choice, so she went to work. After all, this was her job.

  “Hey.”

  “Well, if it isn’t my pretty girl. What’s good wit’ you tonight?”

  Misha looked at her cell phone in disbelief. Usually, Clutch came straight out the gate with the sex talk. He managed to get out a statement and a question without talking to her like the pervert he was. She figured he must have been in front of someone and was unable to get himself into freak mode, because he was one of the freakiest niggas she had ever known.

  “I need to see you.”

  “Oh, hell yeah, I need to see you too. My wood is gettin’ hard an’ stiff just listenin’ to your sexy-ass voice. How’s my kitty kat? You strokin’ that twat for me? I’ma pull out my wood and stroke it for you. I know you like that. Aaah, yes, I’m strokin’ my dick for you. Aaahh!”

  Damn! It was just too good to be true. Misha knew this nigga was about to get his jones on, so she just spat it back at him. She thought that maybe if she talked the right shit, she wouldn’t have to fuck him.

  “Yeah, baby,” she whispered, “you know my hands is all up in this wet-ass kitty kat.”

  “Oh, yes, my pretty girl, is it wet? Is it real wet?”

  “Yeah, baby, it’s drippin’ wet, and so am I. I just got out of a nice hot shower. My fingers and toys just weren’t enough. I need you. Mmmm! I’m gonna taste my juicy pussy for you until you can get here and taste it for yourself. Slurp! Mmmm!”

  “Oh, yes, I gotta have me some of that wet twat. I’ma stick my dick down your throat and make you choke on this big dick.”

  “Well, come on and get this wet pussy, baby. I want your hot-ass tongue on my shit. She need that. And, um, I’m low on funds, baby, real low. I need some money, a’ight, some real money, so bring that for your pretty girl, okay, baby?”

  “Yes, oh yes! Aw shit! I’m on my way to you. Oooh, oooh, my pretty girl! Ahhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!”

  Misha knew that Clutch was jerking his dick off. He always jerked his dick off to the point of ejaculation while they were on the phone. She just wanted to make sure she slipped the money request in. She didn’t want him getting all the way to the Bronx without the dollars she needed, because she would then have to send his ass right back to Brooklyn without the pussy he needed.

  Knowing it would take him at least an hour to get to her apartment, she decided to slip the next nigga in before Clutch arrived. Why not make valuable use of her time? She was already dressed for work. Misha was determined to make as much money as she could, as fast as she could. Then she could have her entire evening to herself. It was Sunday night, and she really just wanted to chill and kick it with her two homegirls, Whakelah and LaShawn.

  Flipping through the numbers in her phone, she landed on June, a local nigga. Misha was at least attracted to June, which was a switch from any of the other niggas she was fucking, so she pushed the talk button her phone. She was truly in telemarketer mode. Whatever it took to get her bills paid.

  “Yo, yo.”

  “Yo, June, this Misha. You busy?”

  “Never too busy for you, Miss Misha.”

  “I like that. I like that a lot. Look, June, I know shit is rough for everybody right about now, but I really need some paper to get a few of my bills straight around here.”

  “I got a few dollars for you, baby love. What’s in it for me?”

  “Whatever you need, but I need to wrap things up quick. Can you get here in the next half-hour?”

  “I can do better than that. Open your door.”

  Misha ran to her apartment door and looked through the peephole. Sure enough, June was on the other side of the door with his cell phone still plastered to his ear. Misha wondered what the hell he was doing so close to her apartment, when he had just become a thought in her mind, but she needed his money and she was pressed for time, so she dismissed any foul thoughts and opened the door.

  “What? You got ESP, nigga? How did you know I was going to call you?”

  Normally, she wasn’t even interested in her clients’ appearance. It didn’t matter what they were wearing, as long as their pockets were wearing a couple of dollars. Oddly, she found herself appreciating June’s smooth chocolate skin inside of the beige fleece sweat suit he had on, and the depth of his brown eyes.

  June stepped inside of her apartment extremely pleased to see her in her birthday suit. “Nah, I was just in the neighborhood. You always open the door butt naked?” He wasted no time slipping his fingers into her pussy.

  “Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t,” Misha answered, loving the location of his fingers.

  After the door closed behind him, Misha grabbed his belt and loosened it. She tugged at the button on his jeans and zipped his zipper down. She slid his pants down and got on her knees. She took June’s hard dick into her hands and slid it in and out of her wet mouth.

  He grabbed her hair, which was styled in a short bob, and slid his fingers to the back of her neck, where he held on firmly.

  Misha sucked the shit out o
f his dick and swallowed all of his cum, leaving not a drip of it behind. She then stood up and put her hand out.

  “So what? That’s all a nigga gets?”

  “What you talkin’ about? You got your shit off, right? That was the purpose of your visit.”

  “Oh, okay, I get it. You real cold wit’ your shit, huh, Misha?”

  “Ain’t nobody being cold, June. I just hit you off. You came crazy. It’s going to take you a while to get your dick back up. I already told you that I was pressed for time. It’s all good, though. We can definitely make your visit longer next time.”

  June couldn’t believe this young bitch just took his cum so quickly and was now ready to send him on his way. But there she was, standing in front of him with her hand out, waiting for him to give her his money. He also couldn’t believe how much her little ass was turning him on.

  He peeped how Misha talked to him like he was just a piece of dick. Bitches from all the five boroughs were dying to get some of his time and would kill for some of his dick. To Misha, however, that was exactly all he was, a piece of dick.

  Misha Stokes was a very pretty young woman. Thinly slit dark amber eyes flickered through her golden honey complexion. Her five foot five and a half stature was matched with the shape of an hourglass. Her thick hips were a highlight to her frame, and her thin waist was every woman’s envy. She made a living by doing one of the oldest professions known to man and woman, but she didn’t call it prostitution. In her words, she was simply making niggas pay for her special services. Therefore, she labeled herself a “special services consultant.”

  Most of her clients were considerably older than she was. She found that young dudes wanted to fuck for free, and that just wasn’t happening. A few of her clients were married with full-fledged families.

  Misha didn’t care that some of her men were other women’s husbands. She didn’t want them, she just wanted their money. She didn’t have true feelings for any of them; it was strictly business. They fully understood that they were getting some prime ass and had better be glad to be a part of her clientele. The least they could do was give her money to pay her bills. But it seemed as though times were really getting tight, and she couldn’t even get her bill money lately without doing a song and dance. Misha was fed up with listening to grown men bitch and moan about not being able to handle their business in order to take care of her financial needs.

  Misha thought that she had to be living someone else’s life. As a little girl growing up, she never imagined that as an adult, she would be still living in the projects, unable to escape from the hood.

  Misha had tried looking for jobs, but she wasn’t a nine-to-five type of chick. She wanted to be in music videos. She had the face, and the body, but she didn’t have a contact in the world. And at her age, she was running out of time. She felt deep down in her heart that she was meant to be in the video industry. She thought that if she could just get discovered, she could make enough money to pay her own bills. Then she could stop sleeping with men for money. She wanted out of Webster Projects and would give anything to be a part of the rich and famous. She knew one thing. She was tired of crying broke.

  “So what you got for me, June?”

  “Here. I got you. I told you I had you,” he said, as he handed her two fifty-dollar bills.

  “Now that’s what’s up. I appreciate your business, June.” Misha took the money to her bedroom and put it in her stash. That was going to help her cause. Every little bit helped.

  She took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and brush her teeth. She wanted her mouth to be fresh and clean for Clutch. She returned to find June still standing her living room.

  “You still here?”

  If it were any other night, Misha wouldn’t mind having June hang around. She actually wanted to fuck him, which was a rarity, but she was about to have Clutch come through, and he had some major paper for her. Plus, she didn’t like for her dudes to see one another in passing. The less anyone knew about her, the better.

  “Yeah, man, I’m still here. I wanna know when you gon’ stop all this crazy shit and be my girl.”

  Misha looked at June and laughed. “Your girl?”

  “Yeah, you doin’ too much, Misha. You too pretty to be goin’ out like this.”

  “Goin’ out like what?”

  “Come on, man. Don’t make me say it.”

  “This is what I do, June. I work for mines.”

  “You call this work?”

  “You paid for it, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, I paid you, Misha, but you don’t have to fuck me to get my money. I wanna do a whole lot more for you than just that.”

  Misha didn’t know what to say. Yeah, June looked good as hell, but she wasn’t expecting him to be coming at her like he was. To her knowledge, he wasn’t doing all that good for himself, so even with the small-time dudes she had on her roster, he wasn’t someone she would consider giving up her clientele for. But, damn, he was standing there looking good as hell.

  Always a sucker for a handsome face, Misha shook her head quickly from side to side to snap out of her daze. “You know what, June? Hold that thought. I’ll think about the things you said to me tonight, and I’ll get back at you.”

  “Yeah, a’ight, you do that.”

  June knew Misha was far too young for him. He was pushing forty-five, which made him twenty years her senior, but he wanted her. He wanted her badly. If she said she was going to think about it, he was willing to take that and bounce.

  It seemed as if only seconds had passed after June left before Misha heard her doorbell ring. She jetted to the door thinking that June may have forgotten something, but when she opened her door this time, Clutch was standing in her doorway already drooling at her naked body.

  She invited him in with the gesture of her hand, and Clutch followed her like a dog being led by a bone.

  Misha wanted her money from Clutch up front. She wasn’t trying to have him holding out on her, or trying to play her out by making her do all kinds of sick shit for him, and to him to get her bread, as he had done in the past. She needed his money, and she wasn’t playing this time around.

  She placed her hand on his crotch and stroked his dick through his pants with her fingertips. Her tongue found its way to his ear as she circled her tongue through the tunnels of his right lobe.

  “Let’s take care of your pretty girl before we start, okay, baby.”

  “Oh, come on now, pretty girl. I can’t pay for the goods until I get the goods.”

  Misha could tell from his response that he was going to make her earn every dollar he had brought for her. She at least wanted to see the money. As long as she could see it with her own eyes, she didn’t have a problem earning it.

  “Let me see the money, Clutch, or you’ll go home with a stiff dick.”

  Clutch didn’t hesitate. He pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and fanned them in front of hers face.

  Misha’s eyes followed the bills back and forth in a hypnotic stance. She couldn’t tell how much was actually in the bundle of bills he was waving, but it looked to be over a thousand dollars. “How much you got there, Clutch?” she asked him, visually calculating the money.

  “I got enough to pay for what I want. Now come on over here.” Clutch reached out for Misha and pulled her close to him.

  Misha had counted over fifteen hundred dollars in Clutch’s caramel-colored hand, so she was ready to put in work. She got down on her knees, opened Clutch’s pants, and served Clutch some of the best head he’d ever had in his life.

  But he was determined not to come quickly. He wanted his money’s worth.

  Misha pulled back from him, grabbed one of her voluptuous breasts, and slid her nipple in her mouth. She sucked it lightly and then looked up at Clutch with innocent eyes.

  Clutch couldn’t resist her pretty face. Fuck the money! She could have it. He threw the money up in the air, and it came down like rain.

  He pulled Misha up
from off of her knees and placed her back up against her living room wall. He parted her legs with his hands as he guided himself into her.

  Clutch went to kiss Misha, but she turned her head. She didn’t kiss her clients.

  Clutch, however, was determined to kiss Misha. He figured if she allowed his dick in her mouth, what harm could his tongue do? He jammed his dick into Misha as he tried once again to jam his tongue into her mouth.

  Misha turned her head to the opposite side. He was upsetting her. “You know I don’t kiss, baby,” she said politely. “So come on and just handle your business.”

  “Oh, I’m going to handle my business.” Clutch grabbed Misha’s face and squeezed her cheeks until her mouth was forced open. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and swirled it around until he found her tongue.

  “Ahh! Slurp! Ahh! Slurp! Ahh!” Clutch repeatedly darted his tongue in and out of her mouth, totally disgusting Misha, but she wasn’t going to let a little tongue stand in the way of her getting paid.

  Clutch continued to pump his shaft into Misha’s tight warm flesh. He placed his hands on her plump ass cheeks and began to rub and squeeze. Clutch was nearing climax. The sweat from his face was dampening his black silk shirt, while the muscles in his legs bulged from the adrenaline that flowed through his veins. He clenched his thighs together as he held on to Misha’s ass and pounded himself into liquid glory.

  “Ohhh! Aaaaahh! Aaaaahh! Oooooh!”

  You would have thought that was Misha producing those sounds of joy from her lungs, but it was Clutch singing a song of sixpence, or in this case, sexpence.

  “Oh, Misha, you’re my pretty, pretty girl,” he said melodically, as he proceeded to jerk his dick off in her direction while holding on to her hair. He looked into her pretty eyes and came once again, shooting thick cum all over Misha’s stomach. Clutch slid his hand through the slippery substance and placed all five of his fingers into his mouth.

  Misha watched as he ate his own cum. Yes, he was most definitely the freakiest motherfucker she had ever encountered.