MG simply smirked as if he didn’t know or didn’t wanna say. It was good seeing the guys get along with Kito, because Qamar hated him for obvious reasons. I think they liked the fact that Kito didn’t care if he was accepted or not.
“Aye, low-key though, nigga, I feel like Smokey from Friday when he fucked with that Angel Dust,” Frisk added, making us all cackle. It was even funnier because we were high.
“Come to the car with me right quick,” Ricky whispered in my ear, and I could smell the peppermint he’d popped into his mouth mixed with his cologne. His facial hair scratching against my skin got me hot too.
Before I could respond, he stood up and took my hand into his, leading me out of the section we’d been in all night. We made it to his truck, and he opened the back door for me to get inside.
Once in there, we began kissing heavily as hell, with Ricky wasting no time unbuttoning my jeans.
“Wait, baby, I need to get my shoes off,” I whined.
“Get them muthafuckas off then,” he spat, pushing my bandeau top upward as I straddled him.
I moved over some to get my boots off as he pushed the driver’s seat up, and by the time I had my shoes off, he yanked my jeans and panties past my ankles. We resumed kissing, as I rubbed the sides of his face and his curly hair, into it like hell.
“Enough of that shit. Turn that ass over and put my pussy in the air for me.” He roughly turned me around and bent me over.
Turned on by his brashness, I bent my body further over the console in between the two back seats, arching my back perfectly to give Ricky a view. I looked over my shoulder at him unbuckling his jeans, and reveled on the inside at how captivated he was by what he saw.
“Mmm.” I whimpered when he ran his tongue from my pussy to my ass.
Ricky always paid attention to both areas, something he said he hadn’t done with any other girl. His homies were lucky that Ricky refused to share blunts, because daddy was definitely eating ass on the regular. I chuckled to myself on the inside.
I gasped when I felt the thick head of his dick at my opening, and scratched at the leather interior as he pushed himself inside of me. Ricky wasted no time pounding me hard and deep, slowing up when he felt I was at my peak, which made me cum extremely hard.
“Who this pussy belong to, baby?” He grunted with the sound of our skin smacking as the background music. I was sure there’d be some bruising due to how hard we were colliding.
His big solid hands gripped my ass cheeks to spread them as he continued to pummel me hard, causing me to press my hand against the foggy window for leverage.
“I asked you a question.” He gripped a handful of my hair and dug me out at the same perfect pace.
“It’s yo—yours, Fre—Frederick,” I called out in a cry.
“Throw it back.”
As commanded, I began to throw it back on the dick, biting hard on my lip at how good it felt. Someone could tell me a lion was coming to maul my ass, and I still wouldn’t hop off this dick right now. Ricky’s moans turned me on too. It took no time for me to cum, and right after, my body collapsed.
“Yes,” he commented happily at how hard I’d released. “You tired?” Ricky kissed on my back as my pussy throbbed from being beat.
I couldn’t answer because I was too out of breath, so he pulled out of me slowly, turned me around, and brought me into his lap lovingly. Sliding me down onto his dick, he held me up a little as if I weighed only a single ounce, and fucked me hard while sucking on my lips. Ricky spanked my ass and gripped it while devouring my nipples, and in no time, we both reached our peak; me for the third time.
“I’m obsessed with this dick. This is my dick.” I panted as I stared Ricky in his eyes just before he kissed my sweaty collarbone.
“That’s right.”
“You fuck another bitch the way you fuck me, and I’ll kill you, nigga,” I breathed out, and he chuckled through hard breaths. “You fuck another bitch period and I’ll kill you, Frederick Montana.” I dug my fingers into his beard to touch his face.
“Never, baby. That’s why I trapped you. Put two fucking babies in ya ass.”
“No, nigga, I trapped you!”
“Nah, I trapped yo’ fine ass.”
“I guess we trapped each other then.” I grinned and so did he before we shared a few kisses.
Suddenly, I shivered as he sat inside of me, almost like an aftershock of the dick down, making Ricky laugh.
“Shut up!” I got up slowly to grab my wipes.
“Quit tripping. That’s how my pussy is supposed to react to me.” He watched me start to clean myself. “Aye,” he stopped me. “I love you.”
Smiling, I replied, “I love you too.”
Frederick “Ricky AK” Montana
One week later…
“You gon’ be good for ya mama, Cam?” I knelt down in my adorable daughter’s face as she twiddled her small thumbs. She nodded her head in response. “What I tell you about nodding, baby?”
“Yes, I good.” She then palmed her little chest to add, “I not bad, Daddy, she lie!”
I couldn’t help but to laugh before saying, “You say everybody is a lie. Stop calling ya teachers a lie, baby. Now you on ya third daycare school this year.” I kissed her cheek and then turned my attention to my son. “I ain’t gotta worry about you, right?”
He shook his head and then abruptly stopped before speaking.
“Nope! Nope!”
“Good looking, man.” I kissed his forehead just as Draylah and Lily returned to the den with snacks for everybody but me since I was dipping. “Aight. Bye, beautiful.” I bent down to kiss Lily as she hugged my waist tightly, and then I planted a few pecks on Draylah’s soft lips before leaving the den.
Today I was going to a studio session for one of my artists, this male R&B singer named Drew. He was dope as fuck; kind of had a Chris Brown mixed with Miguel vibe. So far, he’d put out one album for me, and it did way better than even I’d expected it to.
At the moment, Drew, Indigo, and this female rapper Lola that I had were my top sellers. Between making money from their music and making money from my own shit, I was literally clearing millions in my sleep. Not to mention the endorsements and partnerships I had.
Pulling into the parking structure of the Blood Money Records building, I whipped into my reserved parking spot, then checked my rearview mirror to look for Drew’s whip. Last time that nigga was late, but it looked like the fear I’d pumped in his heart worked, because I saw his Range Rover parked in the row across from me.
I ain’t wanna be shit like Greezy, where my artists would shit themselves at the mere thought of having to face me, but every muthafucka from here to Timbuktu would know not to fuck with my money, and even worse, my time. Long as that line wasn’t crossed, we’d have no problems and could break plenty bread together.
I made my way inside after greeting security, and when I got to the floor Drew was recording on, I could hear him singing from outside. I shook my head because I knew his hoe ass producer left the door of the studio room open, despite me telling his rock head ass not to.
“You got comprehension problems or some shit?” I hissed, walking into the room and shutting the door behind me.
Drew’s producer, Rev, quickly cut the music off and shook his head ‘no’ like a fucking toddler.
“Sup, AK.” Drew came out of the booth.
“Nigga, speak up. How many fucking times I gotta tell yo’ ass not to leave the door open when recording? And put ya fucking shoes on while you in my shit, muthafucka. Got the room smelling like corn nuts and gout.”
“My bad, AK. It’s just a habit. I promise next time I got you,” Rev ran off as he slipped his fat ass feet into them poor Nikes that were leaning like a cholo. All the money this nigga had, and he still looked like a bum by the feet.
“How long y’all been recording?” I looked to Drew who was still laughing at what I’d said to Rev.
“Few hours. We finished one tr
ack already, and was just in the middle of recording another.”
“Play back the first one for me.” I went to sit down at the mixer alongside Rev, and Drew followed suit, sitting on the other side of me.
Rev brought the song on, and the three of us sat back to listen. By the time it got to the bridge, the door flew open, and my hand immediately went to my waist where my heat was locked. When I whipped my head in the direction of the door while standing up, I saw Drew’s bitch with her big ass pregnant belly. She was fuming like a raging bull, and even though I was sure this nigga had done some shit, this bitch had me fucked up, on me.
“Drew! You got me twisted, nigga!”
“Kyra! Kyra, chill out!” Drew hopped up as if he could contain his girl.
“Nigga, when the fuck were you gonna tell me! You selfish, nasty bastard!” Kyra started fucking this nigga up, and even though the shit was entertaining, they were on my fucking time and dime, so it was about to be over with.
“Aye, break this shit the fuck up!” I barked, peeling Kyra off Drew and shoving him back a little bit. He charged her way, but I pushed him even harder, sending him to the floor. “Fuck you gon’ hit ya bitch while she pregnant for? Go sit on the fucking couch!” I shouted to his dumb ass. Swear to God he reminded me of Qamar sometimes, except Drew was a little more levelheaded.
“I wish you would hit me, nigga!” Kyra shouted to Drew’s back. “Dirty dick ass!”
“Aight, look. Whatever the fuck y’all got going on, you need to hold the fuck off,” I said.
“Hold the fuck off?” She folded her arms and leaned back to look up at me frowning. “I ain’t holding shit off!”
“Look, bitch, I ain’t ya baby daddy, so watch who the fuck you talking to, aight? I’ll creep up in ya hospital room after you give birth and snap ya fucking neck if you come at me foul again. Now like I said, take yo’ ass home and wait for the nigga, or run me the money for this session.”
“Whatever.” She turned around and switched into the hallway. “You ain’t scaring nobody, Ricky AK!” she yelled once far enough away from me.
“Get the fuck out my shit, bitch, and you bet not scrape my marble floors with them corn husk ass feet! Need yo’ ass beat for having them sandals on knowing ya heels look like you crush rocks for a damn living.”
“Fuck you!” she hollered back as she got on the elevator. I could hear Rev cackling in the distance, and Drew told him to shut up.
“Rev, get the fuck out.” I came back into the room.
“Where I’m supposed to go, man? We still got time on this session, and my girl got my whip.”
“Go outside and think about how ya bitch is letting another nigga whip ya shit right now while she tops him off.”
Rev frowned, almost as if he’d never thought of that. This nigga’s girl was an Instagram thot; fuck she need his car for? It was obvious she had another nigga who she’d rather be with, but the nigga probably didn’t have the same bank account as Rev, so she kept Rev around.
In high school, I used to fuck a lot of bitches from like 23 to 27 years old. They were fine as fuck, and had dope boy boyfriends that made a lot of bread. Like Rev, they’d let their bitch whip their luxury shit all day, but really, I was pushing their shit and fucking their bitch too. Nigga had no license and no bread, but was driving nice ass vehicles and getting head and pussy from hoes ten years my senior. And because I was broke, them hoes weren’t looking for anything serious, only some good dick. Shit was perfect for me because I definitely wasn’t trying to be locked down at 15 and 16 years old. So trust me when I say I knew what Rev’s bitch was up to.
“You think she really out—”
“Step.” I gripped the back of his neck and shoved his ass towards the door.
“Right.”
Once Rev left out, I took a seat on the couch next to Drew who had his face in his hands.
“My bad, boss. I don’t even know how she got up in here.”
“You put her on the list, nigga.”
“She never shows up though, so I guess a nigga forgot. Fuck!” He punched the air and then sat back.
“Nigga, my wife is crazy as fuck like ya girl, but you gotta man the fuck up and know how to get her under control. Shit, if you can’t do it, who the fuck else can?”
“You.” He laughed.
“Yeah, but I’ll fuck around and strangle her concrete foot ass. I’m sure you don’t want that shit. You look soft as fuck not being able to get ya bitch under control. And trust me, muthafucka, she’s nowhere near as crazy as Draylah.”
“You probably ain’t never gave Draylah an STD though.” He exhaled, almost like he ain’t wanna say it.
“Nigga, what?” I frowned so deeply that I could feel it. “Fuck coming up here, Dray would slice my throat in my sleep. And I thought you loved that unstable creature.”
Chuckling lightly, Drew replied, “I do.”
“So why the fuck you out here raw dogging these busted open ass groupies and then bringing that shit back to ya main thang? And while she’s pregnant, my nigga? That’s some dirty ass shit. You don’t even care about ya own dick.”
“It is dirty, I know, but damn, I be getting caught off guard. Them hoes be fine.”
I laughed.
“They do, but I still wouldn’t stick my dick in ‘em without a raincoat, bruh. These bitches out here got morgue pussies.”
Drew laughed heartily and then it ceased slowly.
“You right.”
“It’s one thing to fuck these hoes, but don’t bring that same sick ass dick to ya bitch, especially while she’s carrying ya seed, my nigga. That’s the ultimate disrespect, and this is coming from a muthafucka who only respects about a good four females out of the world.”
“I hear you. I’m gon’ do better. I just don’t be having condoms.”
“Yeah, you’re new as fuck to this ‘having groupies’ shit.” I chuckled. “But look, don’t let no bullshit like this ever happen again, or it’s gon’ be me and you. I don’t give a fuck if it’s regarding a dying family member, nobody in ya muthafuckin’ circle better ever bust off in a session I’m paying for. Only niggas that fuck with my money are niggas that are ready to take a bullet to the head, so if that ain’t you, get ahold of the muthafuckas around you ASAP.”
“I hear you. It won’t happen again, AK.”
“Call ya mans so he can bring his swollen foot ass back up in here.” I stood up.
“Aye, I told that nigga he needs to see a doctor about that shit.” Drew cackled.
“Shit is like Armageddon, and them poor shoes he be busting out of on the daily.” I shook my head at the thought as Drew laughed, before pulling $20 from my pocket.
Drew finished talking with Rev, and when he hung up, he asked, “What’s this for?”
“Get ya girl a pedicure, my nigga. I know she be starting fires and shit in her sleep with them rough ass heels.”
“Get off my girl, bruh.” Drew chortled.
I was dead ass though…
***
Two days later…
“Shit sounds good.” I stood up from the mixer.
“Thanks, man. Wait, you leaving?” Drew quizzed.
“Yeah, I’m leaving. Fuck you looking all sad for, nigga? Get off my dick and cut these records so we can make this money.”
“I am.” Drew nodded.
“Oh, and take these.” I handed him a box of condoms. “Keep some everywhere you frequent. I can’t have you in the middle of a bunch of muthafuckin’ scandals, nigga. Too much of that shit can ruin ya career, and you know what that does?”
“Fucks with ya money.” Drew took the box as Rev laughed like a little bitch in a schoolhouse.
“Exactly. Buy some more when you get down to ten.”
“Will do.”
I grabbed my backpack up and left the studio, dreading having to roll through Zebra. Some years back, I’d planned to sell the shit, but when I saw how much money it’d started to make, a nigga changed his mind r
eal quick. Someone else more reputable than raggedy ass Charlie was managing the shit for me, but since I was the owner, I still stopped by a couple times a week. I had to keep muthafuckas on their toes around that bitch.
Pulling up, I saw the line outside was long as fuck, even though we were open. It must have been almost at capacity, meaning they had to be picky about who they let in. A smile graced my face, seeing every single bitch and nigga in that line as a dollar sign.
I parked my own whip around the side, ignoring valet, and then slipped out, pulling my hood onto my head. When I entered, I saw we were packed the fuck out, and the manager I had, Gordon, tried to figure out just how many more people he could allow in.
“We good?” I walked up on him as he conversed with another employee.
“Mr. Montana, uh, yeah, we’re fine. I’m just trying to figure out who we can let inside. I can’t wait until the second damn floor is done.”
“You and me both.” I scanned the area, keeping my eyes on some of the strippers who were giving table dances to “Gucci Gang” by Lil Pump.
After chopping it up with Gordon for a little longer, I went to my usual decked out section. It was in a location that allowed me to see every damn thing, while also giving me some privacy from all the muthafuckas who acted like groupies and shit. As time went by, I saw Gordon had everything under control, which satisfied me. I wasn’t about to give his ass any fucking advice on how to handle the shit. Hell, if that were the case, what the fuck would I be paying him for?
“Coming to the stage, a fan favorite… Mahoganyyyyyyyyyy!” the deejay shouted just as a pretty chocolate bitch came strutting out in a Santa’s elf costume. She looked good as fuck, and was thick too; reminded me of rich chocolate icing for some reason. I licked my lips unintentionally at the thought.
She began to work the pole to “Perfect” by Dave East, making these thirsty niggas go wild. Cash began to cover the stage, but she paid it no mind as she continued to move her body perfectly to the beat. The song faded out and my song “One Hundred Bitches” came through, which prompted her to do a bunch of pole tricks.
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