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CHAPTER 2
 
W
e sat in the VIP booth sipping on tall glasses of Red Devil that Dajuan had ordered for us. The Friday-nite special at Woods was always a fifty percent off club-wide affair. That meant half off for lap dances, hand-jobs, and mixed drinks too. The VIP area was crowded and noisy, and I was steady schemin’ on Dajuan’s jewelry as we drank and flirted back and forth and talked sexy shit.
I was a girly-girl from head to toe. I sat there looking like a strawberry milkshake with a nipple on the top. My frame was banging. My titties was puffed up and bulging outta the top of my jacket, and my body gave off that fuck-a-licious scent that men picked up on right away.
Dajuan was no exception. I had him wide open and right where I wanted him. He could hardly keep his eyes on my face because they were so busy rolling all over my body and peeling off my clothes.
I threw my femininity down hard on his ass. I crossed my legs and struck a dainty pose on the stool and ran my tongue over my straw as I sipped my syrupy-sweet mixed drink. I didn’t give a damn how fine this nigga was, my focus was strictly on getting next to his shine, and while there was a whole lotta hot, horny lust in his eyes, there were nothing but mad dollar signs in mine.
Dajuan was telling me all about the club he owned in Philly and how Club Wood was all good, but if he opened a joint in the city he would do his set up a whole lot different. He went all into where he would place his stage, his bar, and post up his security. He told me how many chicks would be grindin’ on his poles at one time, how much he would charge for drinks, and all that kinda bullshit. I could tell he was young and optimistic so I let him blab, but all that mess he was talking sounded like a pipe dream to me.
Blah-blah-blah. His sexy eyes moved like pinballs as he ran his mouth non-stop.
Bing! Bing! Bing!
They ricocheted off my banana-colored curves as he damn-near drooled over my nipples as they poked through my top. Ten minutes later Dajuan ordered us another round of drinks and his wack-ass convo had moved on from his future titty-bar to some of the hot record executives he was down with.
My ears perked up when I heard that, and I opened my mouth to ask him who he fucked with, but instead a huge yawn came out. I blinked my eyes real fast. Dajuan’s lips were steady moving, but now I could barely follow him. That Red Devil shit had me buzzin’ and feeling kinda tipsy. I felt like I was losing focus and slidin’ off my game.
“So what do you do?” Dajuan asked me. “I mean, you’re fine as hell, Tasha Fierce. Sexy as fuck. I’m not tryna be slick with it or nothing, but if I had to guess what you did for a living I’d say you were probably a high-powered model. I mean, look at you. You could be some kind of fashion designer.”
I laughed real loud. This nigga just didn’t know! Ms. Mink LaRue
told lies
for a living, and I was damn good at it too.
“Yeah okay, what
ever
!” I said. “I mean, I thought about becoming a model at one time, but I got way too much ass to squeeze into them tiny little clothes so I changed my mind.”
“Yeah, you holding it down back there, baby.” He was straight-up impressed. “I mean you sittin’ on at least ten pounds of ass in each cheek right there. But”—his voice dipped real low and all of a sudden my mouth started watering and this nigga looked sexy as hell—“I can also picture you being a hot star in the adult sex industry. You know, one of those amazing big-booty chicks you see on the cover of joints like
King
magazine and
XXL
. I’m just saying ... and no, I ain’t no agent or nothing like that, but you just have that type of body, that’s all. I mean it as a compliment.”
Wasn’t no need in checking him. I knew I had a prime package and I wasn’t offended in the least. Dajuan was right on point with all that. I had taken my share of ass-shots over the years, and if the money was right and
XXL
or one of them type of mags came calling I would toot it up for the cameras over and over again.
“But for real though, you prolly should try to get an agent,” Dajuan suggested. “You’re just so amazingly sexy. A chick like you would be a breakout in the film business. I know Nicki got the rap game on lock, but can you act?”
Could I act? I laughed so damn hard I almost threw myself off the freakin’ barstool. My head was spinning and I knew for sure I was slippin’ now, but I couldn’t help myself. All of a sudden I felt real hot and free. Like I wanted to take my jacket off and let my titties get some air. I was turned the fuck on too, like I had guzzled a whole gallon of slut juice.
I stared real hard at Dajuan, and for the first time ever I was ready to put pleasure before the game. My pussy was tingling. I wanted to duck down under the table and get my uterus dug out, and I wanted long-legged Dajuan Latrell Sullivan to pull out his shovel and do the digging.
He chuckled. “Yo, I’m serious baby. A chick with your kinda star quality should be in the movies.”
Fuck a con game. My lips flapped loose and all the nasty thoughts on my mind rolled straight outta my mouth.
“Yo, you real cool, Dajuan, and I’ma ga’head and suck ya dick and give you some pussy too, ’kay? But you got some real white-boy shit going on witcha self boo. I ain’t wanna be the one to tell you, but you walk like you got a blunt stuck up your ass!”
“A blunt?” he said. “Up my ass?”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded and took another gulp of my drink, and suddenly the whole room seemed like it went on high buzz. It was real confusing. Everybody in the VIP area seemed like they was talking extra loud, but Dajuan’s words sounded like silky whispers in my ear. I pushed that damn drink away.
“Super Bass” blasted through the speakers, and right away my juices got to flowing. Fuck a Nicki! I was
Mink
Minaj and I started singing real loud and grindin’ my ass on the chair like I was giving the seat cushion one of my hump-a-lump lap dances.
“Oh, that’s my shit right there! That fuckin’ super bass feels
good
!”
“Finish your drink.” Dajuan pushed that evil red liquid back at me. “And I promise you, Tasha, you’s about to feel
real
good, baby. At least for tonight.”
“Yo,” I slurred. I took the little straw outta my glass and sniffed the tip. “What the fuck is in this shit?”
“The devil,” Dajuan said with a slick grin.
He put his arm around me and helped me stand up on my wobbly feet. I stumbled outta the VIP lounge and walked through Club Wood hugged up on that dude like he was my boo. We dipped into the hotel next door and he took me straight to the elevator. When we got on I bust out laughing as I tried to count all them pink reflections the panel of dirty mirrors was throwing back at me. I was counting those babies out loud too, but I kept getting stuck and forgetting which number came after two and went before four.
“So you think I walk like a white boy, huh?” Dajuan asked as we rode up the elevator shaft.
My tongue was so damn heavy all I could do was nod.
Dajuan grabbed my hand and pressed it up against his bulging dick. “I bet you ain’t never ran across no white boy who was packing meat like this.”
That nigga was all over me. He tongued me down like a starving man, and I moaned as my steamy pussy melted. He sucked on my bottom lip and stroked my ass until my thong was nice and wet.
“Your body is fuckin’ killer crazy,” Dajuan said as we got off the elevator.
I stumbled into a room so big it had to be the penthouse suite.
“Know what? Your ass looks like a choo-choo train with an extra-wide caboose.”
“You so fuckin’ corny!” I squealed as I tossed my bag down on the chipped wooden nightstand. My damn hands had a mind of their own as I helped him strip off his Polo shirt and unbuckle his belt. There was a big basketball emblem on his buckle, and that shit hit the floor hard as he dropped his jeans and his boxers too.
“Ah shit ...” I sucked in my breath as he stood there almost naked. His long black dick stuck straight out in front of him and curved a little bit to the left. A tiny drop of pre-cum hung from the tip and I wanted to get down on my knees and slurp it up before it dripped. Instead I giggled.
“I see
somebody
wants some
pussy
!”
“That ain’t all I want.”
Out of nowhere he was holding a Crown latex in his hand. I staggered over to him and snatched the condom and ripped the wrapper off with my teeth.
“Lemme do it,” I slurred. His dick looked so delicious it made my mouth water. That sucker had me in a trance. It was the color of chocolate M&Ms, and it looked just as sweet. I squeezed my thighs together and panted as I rolled the latex down over his thick shaft.
I was about to jack that beautiful dick half to death, but then something made me ask, “Do you wanna see a show?”
I kicked off my heels and stripped down to my hot-pink thong and satin half-bra. Then I unsnapped my garter belt and inched my pink fishnet stockings down my thick yellow thighs that never failed to drive niggas wild. I flung my right stocking up high in the air, and I cracked the hell up when it fluttered down and landed on Dajuan’s head. I twirled the other stocking around my neck and wore it like a scarf.
Dajuan ate me with his eyes as I drooled over his muscular shoulders, rocked up stomach, and heavily-veined dick. I wanted that damn dick! No, I blinked. I wanted both of his dicks. No, hold up. This nigga was packin’ three fat pieces of meat!
The room started swimming and I closed my eyes and tried to fight off a big wave of dizziness. When I opened my eyes again Dajuan was licking his lips and staring at my crotch. “I smell your pussy,” he panted.
“But you got three dicks ... ,” I whined as every damn thing in the room shifted and flipped upside down.
He grabbed my shoulders and held me up.
“Relax.”
Gripping my elbows, he eased me down on the bed. I thought I was onstage at Club Wood, so I spread my legs open wide and brought my knees up to my shoulders and got ready to go into one of my twerk ’em routines, but before I could get it poppin’ Dajuan buried his face in my pussy and went to work with his tongue.
I screamed when his lips touched me. I arched my back and grabbed his head and started grinding my pussy all over his lips, nose, and chin. His tongue was so damn good I wiped my nookie juice on his forehead and I didn’t give a damn if he liked it or not!
I came twice before Dajuan let my ass up. Then he turned over on his back and held my hips as I lowered myself down on his thickness, sucking all ten inches of him up inside of me. That stiff dick rammed straight through me. I felt like I had a sausage coming up outta my throat.
My titties jiggled as he worked his meat like he owned a slaughterhouse. I rode him like a jockey, giddy-upping him to death. The next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the large bed. Dajuan was crouched down lickin’ my cat out from the back.
He palmed my ass and spread my lumps open wide, and I gyrated my hips in crazy circles as he stuck his tongue in my twat and slurped up my slippery juices.
“Ahhh, yeah!” I tooted up that na-na and urged him to get up in there even deeper. Dajuan stretched his tongue out like it was a plumber’s snake, massaging my clit with the tip and then thrusting it deep inside my pussy before withdrawing and slithering it up to my asshole. He plunged two fingers into my juicy hole and licked that back door all the way from my puckered crack, up to my lower back.
I was whimpering with pleasure when he gripped his dick and rammed it back into my pussy hard enough to make me scream. I busted me another one as he deep-drilled me until my backbone hurt.
“Dajuan!” I screeched as he pumped wood into me doggy-style. Cries of ecstasy flew from my lips. I arched my back as sweat seeped from under my pink wig and dripped into my eyes.
“Kill this pussy ... ,” I muttered, suddenly feeling light-headed and totally dick-whipped. “
Yeah
, white boy!” I shouted over my shoulder. “Bang this pussy up!”
“Call me Daddy,” he instructed as he gripped the back of my slender neck and drove home all up in my wet-wet. He pounded my guts so hard the flesh on my ass rippled like delicious sea waves. “That’s right, baby,” he panted. “I wanna hear you call me Daddy.”
“
Daaadeee
... ,” I whispered as he hit me with a powerful down stroke. And then my knees straight buckled. I fell face-down on the bed as Mister D.L.S. proceeded to grip my plump ass and fuck my lights completely out.
CHAPTER 3
 
C
lub Wood was still on fiyah when a very tall college basketball player walked out of the hotel next door. Upstairs, in the very best room they had, he’d left a sweet, luscious piece of ass slobbering on a pillow. They’d torn the room up and fucked like a pair of wild tigers, and his dick was sore and throbbing as he walked toward a white, late-model Chrysler 300.
He grinned as the driver’s window slid down.
“Hey wassup! Sorry about the wait.” He laughed. “I got kinda caught up in a lil something, ya feel me?”
The driver shrugged. He was a distinguished-looking black man in his late forties, and the smell of cigars and expensive cologne drifted out from the car’s interior.
“Well, did you have a good time?”
“C’mon now! You saw that chick’s ass!” the handsome balla from Philly answered. “That was the best piece of pussy I had in years.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thick package of money. It was in a plastic bag and still had traces of tape wrapped around it. “Twenty g’s! I counted it as soon as she passed out.” He tossed the package to the driver, then started taking off the jewels he wore. He handed them to the man in the car, who strapped the fifteen-thousand-dollar watch onto his wrist and slid the Versace diamond ring back on his finger.
He held out his hand. “My cologne?”
“Ahh!” The young balla grinned as he pulled a six-hundred-dollar bottle of Ambre Topkapi from his other pocket. “You got me, yo! You got me!”
The older gentleman dug into the plastic bag full of cash and slid a hunk of hundred-dollar bills from the top of the stack. He counted off ten pieces of paper and handed them to his favorite nephew.
“Good looking out,” he said as they dapped. “I can always count on you to put in work, D.”
“Thanks, Unc. And thanks for sponsoring my team’s practice jerseys too. Temple is getting real cheap with the gear.”
The older man nodded his understanding. Temple was his alma mater too. “Summer school going okay?”
“Yeah. It’s a’ight. You coming out to our next scrimmage?”
His uncle nodded before pulling off. “Damn right. You can count on it. I haven’t missed one yet.”

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