by Kiki Swinson
When we got out of the car, I let him walk ahead of me so I could make a quick phone call to Nikki. She said she was at home but it sounded like she was out in the fucking streets. I swear she was a lying ass bitch!. And she wondered why I was always going upside her muthafucking head.
“You sure your ass ain’t out in the streets Nikki?” I asked her. “Yeah, I’m sure.” “Well, why does it sound like you’re driving?” “I don’t know why but I’m not.” “What have you done since I talked to you earlier this morning?” I
asked her, changing the subject. “Well, I went to DMV first so I could register Kira’s car in my name.
And then I went to the shop and hung out.” “Oh, so you’re keeping her car?” “Yep, I sure am.”
“Whatcha’ gon’ do with yours?”
“I gon’ keep it and drive it sometimes.”
“You think you’re balling, huh?”
“Nah, I don’t think I’m balling. I’m just being me.”
“Yeah, a’ight. I’mma holler at you later.”
“All right,” she replied and then we ended the call.
Inside the strip club, Quincy was chilling in a corner watching some stripper chick on stage while he was sipping on a Corona so I walked over to his table and joined him. Minutes later a gorgeous, phat-butt freak named Sandy stepped up to me and asked me if I wanted a dance. Of course, I smiled and told her yes. Without hesitation, Shorty turned completely around, bent over and shoved every inch of her ass in my face.
“You think you can handle all dat ass?” Quincy asked me after he swallowed a mouthful of Henny, sitting in the chair next to me.
“Shiiid, you muthafucking right! I’ll rip her ass apart,” I commented and began to think of the many ways I could punish her ass. And the beauty of it all was that the way she was grinding on my dick kind of shifted my imagination into overdrive.
“Damn nigga, home girl gotcha drooling at the mouth,” Quincy said, trying to clown me.
“That’s because I wanna fuck the shit outta her,” I yelled loud enough so he could hear me over the music.
“Holla at her den.”
“Oh, you know I am,” I assured him. So, right after my lap dance was over, I pulled home girl by the arm and asked her if she had a man.
“Nah, I ain’t got no man and, by the way, my name is Sandy,” she replied as she stood up in front of me revealing that phat hairy pussy she had connected to dem thick-ass thighs of hers. Her titties were kind of saggy but I could work with them.
“Well, Sandy, I guess it wouldn’t be a problem if you hung out with me tonight then.”
“Whatcha trying to get into?”
“I was hoping you could chill with me back at my hotel.”
“Where is your hotel?”
“At the Grand Hyatt on H Street.”
“And what we gon’ do when we get there?”
“Yo, Shorty, I’m trying to fuck if you want to know the truth.”
“Well, I hope you gotcha money right ‘cause I don’t be giving up the pussy for free.”
“Okay, that’s cool. But I don’t want none of your pussy. I just want to fuck you in that phat ass of yours and feel your mouth around my dick.”
“You got condoms?”
“Nah. Do you?”
“No. But I can get a few from one of my home girls in the back.”
“A’ight. Well, go and handle that and be ready to bounce out of here in about twenty minutes.”
“Okay,” she said turning to leave. Me and Quincy both locked our eyes on this chick as she walked away from us. Watching her booty cheeks clap with every step she took was a sight to see. My dick was full blown.
“Yo, Syncere man, I don’t think you gon’ be able to handle all dat’. I mean, Shorty is working with one of dem donkey asses.”
“Nah, Quincy ain’t no need to worry about me. Sandy is the one you need to be concerned about. Because as soon as I get her back to the hotel, I’m gon’ run deep in her ass, jack off in her mouth and then I’m gon’ put her ass out.”
Quincy burst into laughter and replied by saying, “How much you gon’ hit her off with?”
“I ain’t gon’ give her shit but some cab fare.” I couldn’t believe he’d just asked me that question.
“Yo, dog, I don’t think home girl is gonna let that shit go down. Trust me, chicks from D.C. be on the grind and they don’t play about their paper.”
“Yeah, a’ight. We’ll see,” I said with a smile and then I changed the subject because it suddenly hit me that the nigga we came here to meet hadn’t showed up yet. I told Quincy to call his peoples and find out how much longer we had to wait. Of course, he did what I told him to do. But before he could whip his cell phone out, the nigga we were waiting for walked into the club. It was really dark throughout the whole place but I got a chance to get a good look at him. Even though this cat was a big, black, grizzly-looking muthafucka and looked like he was 6’1” and tipped the scale at 300 lbs., there was no doubt in my mind that I could take the breath from his body if he tried something stupid.
Right after Quincy motioned him to go into the men’s bathroom, he got up to follow him. I stayed behind to watch Quincy’s back. Believe me, I had my Ruger loaded and ready just in case somebody was lurking in the dark with plans to ambush us. But, luckily for everybody in the club, I didn’t have to knock off two or three innocent bystanders because the second I noticed Quincy and that big, black, ugly nigga walking out of the bathroom about three minutes after they went in, I knew everything went smoothly.
“You ready?” Quincy asked me the moment he approached me.
“Hell yeah,” I replied and stood up from my chair, holding the cane close to my side, trying to prevent putting a lot of weight on my foot.
“Well, go and snatch up your big-booty friend and tell her we got to bounce.”
“Wait, here she comes right now,” I told him.
“Are y’all waiting for me?” she asked, looking directly at me with her duffel bag thrown across her shoulder.
“Yeah. You ready?”
“I sure am.”
“A’ight then, let’s go,” I said and began to walk in the direction of the front door to the club.
“What happened to your leg?” she inquired, walking along side of me.
“It’s not my leg, it’s my ankle.”
“Oh, for real, what happened?”
“I sprained it about a week ago.”
“How did you do that?” she asked, pressing the issue.
“I slipped and fell.”
“Was it a pretty bad fall.”
“Nah, it wasn’t that bad at all,” I told her.
“Well, take your time and be careful ‘cause there’s like an incline at the entrance of the club. I would hate to see you miss your step and fall again.”
“Yeah, me too,” I replied and kept it moving.
Quincy walked out of the club first. Sandy walked out next and I followed, just to make sure dem niggas we had just scored from wasn’t lurking behind one of these cars or in the nearby alley plotting to rob us. Lucky for them they weren’t. I felt a little more at ease, especially when we got into the car and was able to pull off without busting off any shots.
When we reached the hotel, Quincy paid for another room. It was a wise decision on his part because we couldn’t have the stripper and the drugs in the same room, just in case this bitch was looking to rob us. Too bad what would happen to her if she did try some bullshit like that. But, that’s another story. While she got undressed to take a quick shower, I strolled up to Quincy’s room, which was located on the fifth floor. At that time, there was nothing more important than to get a good look at the purchase I made. Needing to check out the quality of that half of a brick was something I couldn’t put off until the morning.
After I knocked on Quincy’s door one time, he opened up and let me in.
“Where’s that bitch at?” he asked, taking a look down both ends of the hallway be
fore closing the room door behind me.
“I left her ass in the room and told her to hop in the shower.”
Quincy laughed at my comment as he pulled out the large zip lock bag from underneath the mattress. “Here take a look at this shit,” he said, handing me the package.
I took the tightly wrapped zip lock bag out of his hand and sat on the edge of the bed so I could get a better look at it.
“Whatcha think?” Quincy asked.
“It’s a’ight,” I told him after I dipped my finger in the bag of the powder and licked it off with the tip of my tongue.
“My peoples said that shit is a missile.”
“I hope so because if it is, we gon’ be doing a lot of business with them,” I assured Quincy as I folded the bag back up and handed it to him. “Here, put it back up.”
“What time you wanna bounce in the morning?” he asked after he tucked the dope back between the mattress and box spring.
“Shit, I don’t know. I guess when we get up.”
“Well, I’m gonna get the front desk to give me a wake-up call for about eight o’clock. Is that a’ight?”
“Yeah, that’ll be cool. Just call my room before you knock on the door,” I told him as I made my way toward the door.
“A’ight,” he replied and then I left.
Back at my room, Sandy was sprawled across the bed butt naked with her legs spread apart, exposing every inch of her phat pussy. My first thought was to dive in headfirst but I snapped back to reality and said, “Let me see you play with that pussy.”
“Why don’t you come a little closer so you can get a better look,” she said as she began to rub her fingers across her clit in a circular motion.
Like any other nigga would’ve done, I took a seat on the edge of the bed facing her. At this angle, it felt like home girl was in 3-D mode and I had a front row seat to a freak show. And the fact that Shorty kind of looked like Lil’ Kim in the face made it even better.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want none of this good, wet pussy,” she commented like she was trying to entice me. But I wasn’t going for that bullshit. Shit, I got more sense than that. That’s how a lot of niggas get caught up with that AIDS shit. Don’t get me wrong, if she was my girl, I would punish that pussy, especially ‘cause of the way it is looking at me: all phat, juicy and wet. Trust me; it’s only a mind control issue. But, since she ain’t my girl, I am gon’ have to settle for putting a hurting on her ass and her mouth. Instead of responding to her comment, I got up from the bed, stood up in front of her and unzipped my pants. “Slide over here and suck this dick.” And like the whore she was, she took all 8 ½ inches of my dick into her hands and pushed it into her mouth. She started off doing her thing, but then her fucking teeth started getting in the way. So, I screamed on her silly ass and said, “Ay yo, what the fuck you doing?”
“I’m trying to please you, baby.”
“It doesn’t feel like it,” I told her and then I took a step backward.
“Whatcha mean?” she asked me with a dumb-ass look on her face.
“Whatcha mean, what I mean? I know you felt your teeth scraping my meat up!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Come here and let me kiss it so I can make it feel better,” she suggested as she grabbed my shirt.
“Nah. Nah. Nah. I ain’t even in the mood for no more head. Just hand me a condom and turn around and get on your knees so I can get in that ass.”
“All right. But, let me get the K-Y jelly out of my bag.” She hopped up from the bed.
I stood there and watched her as she got off the bed and strutted by me. Once she got out the condoms and that white tube of K-Y jelly she suited up, cocked that phat ass of hers up in the air and I dug right in. But what bugged me out was that this chick’s asshole was loose as a muthafucka. My dick slid in her joint with no problem. We didn’t need that jelly shit at all. But, everything was still cool though. I was gon’ let her stay in denial because even though the walls of her ass were somewhat chipped away, the feeling I was getting while I was fucking her wasn’t that bad. Yeah, it wasn’t secret that she could take dick like a champ. And now that I thought about it, if her booty hole was a little tighter; my shit would’ve probably gotten bruised up some more. So, I guess I couldn’t complain. Right when I was about to cum, I pulled out, ripped the condom off and told her to turn around so I could dump this load off in her mouth.
“Don’t waste a drop of it,” she demanded and opened up her mouth wide as she could. Without gagging one bit, this chick swallowed all my juices like she loved it. There wasn’t a drop left in her mouth. After she performed that disappearing act, she stood up from the bed and asked, “So, whatcha want to do now?”
Shit, I was weak as hell. I couldn’t bust another nut right now if I tried. “I don’t know about you, but I’m gon’ chill,” I replied, tucking my dick back in my jeans.
“So, you telling me my job is done?”
“Do you want it to be? I mean, because that’s really up to you, Shorty,” I told her before I collapsed back onto the bed.
“Well, if I stay, will you take me home in the morning?”
“How far you stay from here?”
“About twenty-five or thirty minutes away.”
“Nah, that’s too far in the opposite direction me and my peoples heading in but I’ll put you in a cab.”
“Okay,” she said and then lay down next to me.
What was really strange was that Sandy and I continued kicking it for about another two hours. I’m not really the talkative type but Shorty had some interesting shit to talk about which made me look at her in a different way. Come to find out, she was cool and funny as hell. I even ordered pizza for us. Can you believe that? I mean, I’ve never fed any of my tricks. But Sandy came off just a little bit different from all the other chicks I fucked and dipped on. So, if she played her cards right, I might come and holler at her again while I’m up here taking care of business. Shit, it wouldn’t hurt me and she could probably come in handy at some point. Especially since it seemed like I was gonna be making a lot of trades with Quincy’s peoples. But, we’d see. Anyway, by 2 a.m. I was digging in Sandy’s pretty, red, phat ass again. Boy, did she know how to take dick. I rocked that ass hole until my dick got sore. What an experience that was.
Early in the morning, Quincy called my cell and told me he was on his way down to my room. I got up and got my shit together and told Sandy to do the same. By the time Quincy made it downstairs to my floor, me and Shorty was dressed and ready to bounce. But, before we stepped into the hallway of the hotel, I hit her off with one-hundred and fifty-dollars and told her to pay for her cab out of that.
“Oh, thanks baby,” she said all excited.
“You’re welcome. Now, put that dough up before we leave out of the room,” I instructed her. Because on the real, I couldn’t have that nigga Quincy know that I paid home girl for real. He’d clown me and tell all our peoples that I pay bitches to fuck me. And that ain’t cool. I was too fly for some shit like that to get out. Not only that, he was gonna really trip out when he found out that I was gon’ make Sasha my bitch and help her get back into college. But, if he knows like I know, he better keep that shit to himself.
“Yo, nigga, you ready?” Quincy asked me the second he saw me and Sandy come into the hallway.
“Damn right! Let’s do this,” I replied and we headed out.
When we walked outside, a cab was already waiting out front, so Quincy walked over to the parking garage while I walked Sandy to the cab.
“So, when am I going to see you again?”
“I don’t know. But, I’m sure I’ll hit you up when I come back up this way.”
“Do you know when that’s going to be?”
“I can’t say. But, who knows? It could be in the next couple of days.
It just all depends on my partner, Q.”
“Well, here. Take my cell number and call me when you got time to come see me,” she said as she hande
d me a piece of paper with a number written on it. I took the piece of paper and said, “Don’t worry, shorty. You’ll hear from me.”
“Can‘t wait,” she said with a smile and turned around to hop in the cab. But before she got a chance to get in, I smacked her on her ass and said, “Be careful.”
“I will,” she replied as she shut the door to the cab.
10
When It’s Official
Nikki Speaks
I got the surprise of my life when I walked out of the front door of my apartment this morning. Watching Syncere pull up to my apartment building in a fucking rental car gave me an eerie feeling. I was honestly not looking forward to seeing this nigga. After I had time to think about it, I really didn’t care that he’d gotten robbed and shot. All the shit he had done to people! Shit, it was just a matter of time before somebody wiped his ass off the face of this earth. And it was coming soon too. That’s why I was gonna burn his pockets up and try to get everything I could from him. It was all he was good for. Trying to limit our time together, I locked my front door and began to walk in the direction of my car as if I had not noticed him. Once he realized that I was heading to my car and not toward him, he rolled down the passenger side window and yelled out my name.
“Ay yo, Nikki!”
I immediately turned in the direction he was calling me from and acted like I was totally surprised to see him.
“How long have you been sitting there?” I asked as I walked toward him.
“I just pulled up. I thought you saw me.”
“No, I sure didn’t,” I lied. “Speaking of which, I thought you weren’t going to be back for a couple of days.”
“What, I caught you at a bad time or something?”
“No.”
“So, where you on your way to?”
“To the shop so I can take care of some paper work.”
“Well, come on and hop in. I’ll take you,” he insisted.
“Nah, it’s okay. I’m gonna take the Lexus because I’ve got an appointment to get it serviced later,” I told him, lying to his face.
“Well, what time are you coming home?”
“Probably about six or seven o’clock. I mean, it all depends on how quickly I get through with everything I’ve got to do.”
