“Oh, we got a ride.” She walked to the door. “Hey, Tony, get your ass in here, or I swear I’m gonna stab you again.”
Tony walked in the door dressed in the black tuxedo, and Lisa thought her heart was going to stop. She didn’t know what to do or what to say. “Tony… I…”
Tony walked up to Lisa and wrapped his arms around her. “Begonia told me everything, and I have the knife marks to prove it. I know why you did what you did and I think you are very brave. It’s okay, Lisa. It’s okay.” Lisa felt a weight lift from her shoulders that she hadn’t known was there.
Violet hugged everybody again. Tears ran freely down her face. “We have to go, but I just wanted you all to know that
I am so grateful for what you’ve done. You guys saved me from hell, pulled me right from the flames. Thank you so much”
Fornication
Volume One
Honey Dip
Chapter One
Portia split the el and dumped the guts in the trash. Her head was still spinning over Mookie’s phone call at the crack of dawn. Everyone seemed to have had a fucked up night. Honey got knocked for walking the strip, April’s transmission was shot, leaving her and Mookie stranded in AC, and Babygirl sliced up a dude at the Hub for getting a little too rough. So once again Portia had to put on her Wonder Woman outfit and save the fucking day, which was the last thing she wanted to do.
Portia was tired, sore and stressed the fuck out. She had a long ass night with Rich - one of her regulars who always beat on her poor twat like he had something against it. Nigga’s money was as long as his donkey dick, she thought twisting up the blunt. She put up with his deadly stroke game at least four nights a week just to keep the lights on. She looked over at his six-foot two-inch 250 pound chocolate body stretched out on the king-sized Serta that he brought her for Christmas and smiled.
“Wake up, baby.” She nudged his shoulder with one delicately manicured foot. “I’m gonna need you to stop acting like you live here and go home to your wife!” She licked the el seductively letting her tongue tease the tip. His eyes locked on her lips and that donkey dick stood straight up like the national monument.
“I’ve got something for you to lick on, Portia.” Rich stretched and grabbed his dick with one hand and her foot with the other. He licked each toe slowly before sucking on the arch of her foot and sending tingles up her legs.
Portia giggled and sparked up the el. “You want some more of this?” She put her other foot up on the bed and spread her legs wide enough to see her clit. “It’s nice and wet, daddy.” She pulled on the el hard. She kept the smoke in for a minute and then lazily let it slide through her nose. Her pink silk robe fell from her shoulders, but the long black bone straight weave she sported covered her breast. She slid her hand between her legs and fingered her clit until she could feel the wetness sliding over her ass.
Rich released her foot and grabbed his balls. He stroked his wood furiously as he watched her finger herself.
“You want some, daddy?” Portia asked, slipping one finger inside her hole while puffing the el, five quick tokes in rapid succession.
“You know I do.” Rich sat up on the side of the bed, ducked under Portia’s extended leg and position himself right in front of her. He was rock hard and panting. He reached for her pussy and Portia smacked his hand away.
“I was talking about this weed.” She laughed and handed him the blunt. He took it and placed it in the ashtray by the bedside.
“You know what I want.” He grabbed her thighs and slid his hands up them until he had a firm grip on her ass. His hands were big and rough and the sandpaper effect that they had on her skin made her pussy pulsate.
“My kitty is jumping,” she whispered in his ear while sliding her hands over his back. The weed was starting to work its magic and all of Portia’s senses were amplified.
He started to grind her ass into his lap while kissing and sucking on her neck. She felt the huge head of his wood slide back and forth across her clit. He lifted her up to insert himself, but she stopped him. The look of frustration on his face was priceless. Portia wanted to smile but knew it wasn’t the time to play with him.
She nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip. “Two things, big boy: first, you need to wrap that shit up before you slide it inside me, and lastly, hitting this again is gonna cost you big time.”
He rested his head on her shoulder but did not loosen his grip on her ass. “Why you playing me, yo? I just gave you a stack last night. My money ain’t on constant tap like those other niggas you be fucking with.
Portia slid her wet pussy over the shaft of his dick. “So you don’t want this?”
Rich grabbed a condom off of the dresser and handed it to her. “How much is it going to cost me?”
Portia didn’t answer right away she slid off of his lap and onto the floor. Ripping the condom open with her teeth, she put the tip in her mouth and rested the condom on his head. He gripped her head which was a strict no-no, but she let him seeing, how hard she was about to hit his savings account! She let her lips roll the condom down over the baseball bat he called a cock, and slid her tongue over the huge vein until she reached hair on his nuts. Rich’s entire body shivered. Portia sucked hard on her way up letting his dick pop out of her mouth and slap onto his stomach before jerking back into her face.
“I’m gonna need three grand more,” she said rising slowly and straddling his waist.
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Honey put her head down and tried to block out the constant chatter of her cell mates. I need everybody in the fucking world to be quiet for twenty minutes so I can clear my damn brain, she thought angrily. Her head, stomach and pussy hurt from a hard ass night on the strip, and she didn’t have a damn dime to show for it. The cops that knocked her made a short trip to Fairmont Park before taking her ass downtown. She watched silently as they split the five hundred dollars that it took her all night to earn. They cuffed her to the door of the police cruiser, and took turns jungle fucking her. The short bald cop gnawed on her tits like they were made from jelly beans instead of flesh and blood. Both of the faggots played rough but she didn’t let out one scream or leak one tear. Rape was too damn common on the strip and Honey just didn’t slide into the victim role well.
Honey was five foot seven and 170 pounds of thick caramel colored curves and attitude. North Philly born and bred, there wasn’t a drop of bitch in her blood and the empty bench she sat on in the crowded cell proved it. Ten bitches occupied the 9 by 12 foot cage with her, but they gave her all the space they could, which was more than cool with Honey. She didn’t really feel like hurting a bitch. Her mind was racing. She had to give her baby daddy a stack for her daughter’s senior class trip and she couldn’t, she was already in the hole for $2500 with Portia. Damn, make that $3500 after Portia posts bail. Her head pounded with a vengeance. She just couldn’t see any way possible to clear that type of cash in a couple of days. There ain’t a snowball’s chance in hell that Portia is gonna let me back out onto the strip.
Honey shook her head to clear her mind. She took stock of the other girls in the holding cell. There were a few hoes, a couple of scrappers, a DUI, and a kid crying in the corner that looked like a fish out of water for real. Honey smelled the fear rolling off of the little girl in waves. She was a high yellow little thing, probably 110 pounds soaking wetViolet. The big ass-faced dike in the corner couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. Honey’s stomach rolled at the thought of what Ass-Face was going to do to Babygirl once they made it to county.
Honey forced herself to look away from the kid. That aint your business, Honey, you have your own damn problems. The girl’s soft moans and cries sounded like fingernails scraping against a chalkboard and Honey was hard pressed to ignore it. Come on, Portia, spring a bitch out of here before I lose my damn mind. Honey looked at the girl again and rolled her eyes.
“Hey, kid, come here.”
Everyone turned around to stare at Honey except the little g
irl.
“Yoohoo, little girl in blue, bring ya ass and I’m not going to tell you again.”
The little girl looked up at Honey, scrubbed her face with her shirt, and got up off the floor slowly.
The ass-faced dike looked ready to spit nails.
Honey gave her a slow and deliberate smile. Try me if you want to, Bertha, I’ll beat the dog shit out of you in this cell. The dike turned around and found something interesting to look at on the wall. Honey let the dangerous smile fall off of her face. I thought so.
Honey brought her attention back to the shivering girl standing before her. She was a very pretty thing with wide ebony eyes and round cheeks. Her hair hung past her shoulders in a crinkly fro, and her blue sweat suit did nothing to hide her curvy figure. “How old are you?” she asked in a no-nonsense tone.
“I’ll be twenty next week.”
“You find somebody to bail you out?”
“No, I don’t have anybody to call.”
“Well, sweetheart, it looks like you’ll be spending your birthday at the county.” Honey nodded at the bench. “Sit down. I want to share something with you.”
The girl looked around nervously.
Honey spoke through clenched teeth. “I said, sit down.”
The girl sat down on the bench slowly. She opened her mouth to say something but Honey cut her off.
“Don’t talk, ’cause I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck about what you did or didn’t do to get in here. I don’t care about why you can’t post bail. All I need for you to do is listen up and listen good. You are going to the county, and if you are not interested in being Big Bertha’s bitch or anybody else’s bitch for that matter, you will need to stop crying and putting your head down. Pay attention to everyone, and remember that nobody gives a fuck about you or your story. You will not have any friends. Are you listening to me?”
The girl nodded weakly.
“Good. If you are not a fighter, don’t fight; scratch, bite, cut, and strangle. When the lights go out, you go to work, and I guarantee nobody in their right mind will fuck with you. You hear me?”
She nodded again.
“Good girl. Now hold onto my words as if they were the gospel, and you’ll be just fine come what may.” Honey yawned. “If you don’t mind, I would like you to get the fuck off of my bench. I feel like stretching out.”
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