ANYTHING 4 PROFIT (ANYTHING FOR PROFIT) (12 page)

              Their head game was so intense that, in only a matter of minutes, Mike exploded. Angel, who happened to be the one with his meat in her mouth at the time, got a mouth full of semen. Angel was no rookie at giving head, but she was a little surprised by how much cum he had skeeted in her mouth. His hot, sticky seed spilled out of her mouth, and ran down her lips and chin.

   Mike opened his eyes and looked at Angel’s pretty face soiled with his cum, and decided to take a flick in order to capture such a beautiful moment. He rolled over and grabbed his phone from out of his pants, which were on the floor beside the bed. Seeing that Mike wanted pictures, Angel, who always ready to perform, began to gargle and blow bubbles with the cum in her mouth. Chocolate and Diamond got in on the act, and started kissing Angel in the mouth. They all shared Mike’s cum, while he continued snapping away with his phone.

              Meanwhile, back in the living room area it was going down. Ant D had Strawberry bent over the couch doggy style, banging her back out. “Yeah, take this dick, girl. Take this dick,” Ant D said each time he stroked inside her wet, juicy pussy.

    She was throwing her big ass back at Ant D, giving him all he could handle. Anna was underneath them alternating between licking Strawberry’s clit, and sucking on Ant D’s big sweaty nuts. The smell of their sex filled her nostrils, and drove her wild with lust.

   “Oh shit, I’m ‘bout to bust,” Ant D stated midstroke. Right before he climaxed, he pulled his dick out of Strawberry’s sopping wet pussy, pulled the condom off, and skeeted between her ass cheeks. He fell back on the couch, exhausted and out of breath.

              Obsession and Chanel, who had witnessed the whole scene from the other couch, were now both completely wet and ready for some dick themselves. Chanel got up and switched her ass over to Ant D. As her naked body got closer, Ant noticed she had something in her hand. Once she was standing in front of him he saw that it was a bag of white powder and a miniature gold spoon. She dipped the spoon into the bag and scooped up a little bit of powder, and offered it to Ant.

 He made a face, and said, “What the fuck that is?”  

“A lil’ somethin’ that’ll get that big dick of yours back hard real quick, so you can fuck the shit outta me. And it’ll make you cum harder than you ever came in yo’ fuckin’ life! I promise.”

“Yeah, but yo’ ass still ain’t told me what the fuck it is,” said Ant.

“Just a lil’ coke, baby.” She leaned forward between Ant’s legs and placed the spoon directly under his nose.

Ant thought about what she said. He wanted to fuck all of those bitches and get his money’s worth. And he didn’t want to seem like he was a sucker, so Ant took the white girl up one nostril first, and then the other. Almost immediately, he felt the most intense, most beautiful feeling he’d ever experienced in his life. It was love at first snort. 

Pleased that the narcotic had given Ant such an intense high, Chanel put a little bit of cocaine on the tip of his semi-limp dick. She hungrily took him in her wet mouth and sucked him back to attention, using her tongue ring to stimulate the tip of his dick. Though he had just squeezed one off, it only took Ant D a minute to get back hard with the expert techniques that Chanel was using.

              By now, Strawberry and Anna had rolled off the couch and onto the floor, completely lost in their own world of lust for one another. Obsession saw that her friend had gotten Ant D back hard, so she gently pushed him back on the couch. Chanel mounted him, and slid his rock hard dick inside of her already well lubricated hole. She began to ride him reverse cowgirl, with her back to him. She started off real slow, and then started going faster and faster, until her body was just a blur of movement. 

              Since the dick was already occupied, Obsession decided that she would sit on Ant’s face and let him eat her. Chanel turned around on Ant D’s dick midstroke to watch her best friend get her hole eaten out. That turned her on even more. She never missed a stroke. So while Ant’s face was buried between Obsession’s meaty pussy lips, Chanel continued to ride him, up and down, down and up, while she observed the action. She pinched and rubbed on her nipples, enjoying the way his cock stretched and filled up her insides. Suddenly Chanel arched her back and let out a piercing scream, lost in the ecstasy of an orgasm so intense she sort of blacked out for a few seconds.

              Once Chanel came back to reality, Obsession motioned for her to switch positions with her. They switched places, so now Chanel’s cum soaked, sweaty pussy was riding Ant’s face, while Obsession rode his dick side saddle, and gently squeezed his balls.

              The three of them went on like this for a minute, until Obsession felt Ant D’s body tense up. She knew he was almost ready to cum again, but she didn’t want him to. At least not in her pussy. She hopped off of his erection right before he was about to let go, and laid down on the carpeted floor doggy style.

   Her pussy was on fire, but Obsession was the type of freak that got off with a hard dick in her ass. She put her face down on the carpeted floor and stuck her ass up in the sex filled air, exposing her tight little asshole. “I want that dick in my ass,” she told Ant. “Put it in my ass, baby.”

              Not believing his ears, Ant D was quick to oblige. He was so far gone that he had thrown all caution to the wind. He didn’t even bother to strap up. That was a roll of the dice when fucking with any girl, but especially that type of bitch. A nigga never knew if he’d crap out and catch something. But caught up in the moment, Ant didn’t even give a fuck. That coke had him feeling like a fucking porn star, like he could go on forever.  

              He’d had many sexual exploits with numerous girls, but had never fucked one in the ass. He got down on the floor behind her, and spit into her ass crack to add lubrication before he entered her tight hole. Obsession reached her hands around and spread her ass cheeks open, and Ant slowly entered her. As her asshole relaxed and began to stretch, he sped up the pace of his thrusts like he was trying to drive her face through the floor. Obsession loved his aggression. She started moaning, and then it sounded like she was speaking in tongues and shit.

              After a few minutes of raw anal sex, Ant D was ready to release his load. Obsession knew it so she squeezed the muscles in her asshole to push him over the edge. He started shaking, and closed his eyes and ejaculated violently inside of her ass. Chanel was right, that was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced in his entire life. He grabbed Obsession’s waist, leaned forward and put his tongue in her ear.

With his seed filling up her insides, Obsession started climaxing herself. Her body bucked like a wild bronco. She closed her eyes too, relishing in the pleasure of her orgasm.

Chapter 11

              Mike woke up the next morning with a foot with red nail polished toenails in his face. He had a splitting headache, and a dick that felt sore as hell. For a moment, he couldn’t remember exactly where he was, or how he had gotten there for that matter. But the previous night’s events came back to him slowly. Despite the headache, he cracked a smile at the thought of his first foursome. He had read in some magazine a while back that group sex was overrated. But either the dude that had written the article was gay, or he had fucked some ugly ass bitches, because the episode that had went down the night before was off the mothafuckin’ chain!

              Mike rolled over to his left and looked in Angel’s face. It was early in the morning and she was wearing no makeup whatsoever, but her little Puerto Rican ass was still sexy as fuck
. I see why niggas be stalking her
thought Mike.
If she wasn’t such a dog for any nigga with cash, she’d be wifey material,
he continued thinking, as she snored lightly beside him.

              Mike sat up, and reached over Angel’s honey brown body to retrieve his boxers off the floor. He put them on, got out of the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, he took an early morning piss, and then got some Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet. He was glad to see those painkillers. He popped about eight into his mouth, and then washed them down with a shot of liquor from an almost empty Hennessey bottle that was sitting on the sink. He didn’t remember how it had gotten there, but was thankful that it was.

              He walked into the living room area to check on his homey Ant, who was still knocked out. “Goddamn, it look like a bomb done went off in this muh’fucka,” Mike said to himself, chuckling. Ant D, Chanel, and Obsession were all on the couch unconscious and completely naked, their bodies intertwined with one another. Strawberry and Anna were both passed out on the floor. Mike looked around and noticed near-empty champagne bottle after bottle, plates of half eaten food, and women’s clothes and underwear scattered everywhere. The coffee table had a couple of straws and lines of white powder on it, which he figured was coke. He knew that neither he nor Ant had brought any with them, so he figured one of the girls brought her own little party stash from the club the night before.

              Mike walked back into the bedroom to get his phone so he could take some shots of the disaster area back in the living room. As he walked back into the room, he saw Diamond’s naked body leaning over the bed. Her hands were going through the pockets of his Coogi jeans. Mike couldn’t believe that bitch. He said, “What the fuck is you doin’?”

   She jumped, and dropped the pants. “Oh, hey Mike, I was just tryna find your phone so I could see what time it is.”

              There was a digital clock on the night stand right beside the bed, and eight or nine G’s still left in his pockets, so it wasn’t hard for Mike to peep game. “See, that’s what I hate ‘bout you triflin’ ass bitches. A muh’fucka pay y’all, and you still be tryin’ some slick shit on a nigga.”

              “First of all, I ain’t no
bitch
. Nigga, you must got me confused wit yo’ stank ass mama!”

    Before Diamond could realize the mistake she’d just made, Mike was across the room with his left hand wrapped around her neck, and smacking her repeatedly the right one. It wasn’t the attempted larceny that had set Mike off, but rather the comment Diamond’s slick ass had made out the side of her neck about his mama. Ever since he had learned the truth about his mother, which was that she had died while giving birth to him, he made it his business to make anybody who said anything wrong about her regret it. And just because Diamond was a girl didn’t mean that she got a pass. Fuck that.

              Mike continued slapping her in the face, which caused her lip to split open, and her nose to start bleeding. Diamond tried to scream, but had no air in her lungs to do it with. Mike was strangling her to death!

              All the commotion woke Angel and Chocolate up. Angel rolled out of bed and jumped on Mike’s back to try to keep him from doing any more damage to Diamond, but this only caused him to turn his rage on her. Chocolate screamed. In a second, everybody was up in the suite trying to keep Mike from killing Diamond and Angel.

              Strawberry, who was probably the heaviest out of all the women, jumped on Mike’s back next. She held his arms in order to restrain him, and stop him from swinging.

              Ant D finally came running into the room to see exactly what the hell was going on. He would’ve been in there sooner but he was so disoriented when he first awoke, he couldn’t find his clothes. They were scattered amongst all of the discarded items on the floor. And plus, he took a second to take a quick snort from the coke that was lying on the table.

              Once he entered the room and peeped what the fuck was going down, he yelled out to his best friend, “A Mike, chill yo’ ass out, nigga! Calm the fuck down!”

              Suddenly there was loud banging on the door, accompanied by the male voice of hotel security. He said, “I just want y’all to know that the police have been called. We don’t tolerate this kind of behavior at the Hilton!”

              Everybody in the room froze like they’d been put on pause, and then they started scrambling all over that hotel suite like Mike Vick with two defensive ends on his ass trying to get a sack. There was too much illicit shit in the room to be sitting around waiting for the police to show up. Nobody felt like sitting in one of them nasty ass holding cells, courtesy of the Greenville County Detention Center, for the rest of Labor Day weekend, until a judge showed up on Monday morning for a bond hearing. Everybody grabbed their shit and ran out the room to the elevator. Some of the girls were still half naked, struggling to get their clothes on.