“Interesting.”
He turned toward me and glared. “Interesting? That’s all you’ve got to say?”
“It’s not real tough to figure out that you’re into shady shit, dude. I mean, really. I’ve known you for a week, and we’ve ran from the cops, you left me at some guy’s house who has his own fucking casino – while you did a delivery and a pick-up – and then, two days later, you come to pick me up for a date and you’ve got a huge gash on your face. Oh, and the day we met, you were threatening to sell a guy’s wife to the drug cartel. Yeah, I think interesting is a pretty accurate statement.”
“So what do you think?”
What did I think? I thought he was sexy. I liked the thought of him being a criminal. I wasn’t ready to tell him that just yet, so I shrugged. “About what?”
“About what I told you.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Will I see you again? I guess that’s the question.”
I didn’t get my point across. Maybe it was because I was too busy being a smart ass. We had gone from having a few random sexual encounters to him opening up to me, and I was really excited that he was. I often had a difficult time conveying my feelings and I found it no surprise that he was confused regarding what I was feeling or thinking.
I turned in my seat to face him. “I like you. I liked you the day we met. I like bad boys. Criminals. Tough guys. Whatever you want to call them. I just have really bad luck in relationships. Maybe it’s my mouth, I don’t know. But that day we ran from the cops? That’s the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time. So, am I okay with you stealing big shit from big people? Yeah, I really am.” I paused for effect and then continued. “Do you need an accomplice? A partner?”
He chuckled. “No.”
“You sure?”
He laughed again. “Quite.”
“This stuff is exciting,” I said.
“What stuff?”
I waved my hands toward the street. “This.”
“Oh shit,” I whispered. “It’s the Asian guy and that creepy ass Drake.”
Dick turned and looked out the windshield. As the two men stood beside a white car and talked, he clenched his jaw and breathed through his nose.
“I wonder where the guy with the mustache went?” I whispered.
“What guy with a mustache?”
The guy that was with Drake,” I said.
“I didn’t see him. What’d he look like?”
“Like a guy with a mustache. I don’t know, they all seem to look the same. They creep me out.”
He glared.
“He was just kinda short and gross.”
Drake turned away. The Asian guy got in the white car and drove off.
“Are we going to follow him?” I asked excitedly.
“No,” he said.
“Why not?”
“It doesn’t matter. I wanted to see if they were doing a deal. It doesn’t look like it.”
“Maybe they did it inside.”
“Possible, but I doubt it,” he said.
A few seconds later, Drake’s Corvette drove by.
Dick sighed. “Ready?”
When he asked, I couldn’t help but laugh to myself and wonder just what was going to happen next.
“Yep.”
TWELVE
Dick
MOST who met me wanted me for what they perceived to be my wealth. I had no real friends, other than the few associates I had developed through my criminal activities.
Jess was different. She was with me because she enjoyed my company. It was nice for once to have someone appreciate me for who I was and not what I had.
“So just what is it that you find attractive about me?”
She glanced around my living room. “Truth or a lie?”
“Truth.”
“Your big dick.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right.”
“It’s true,” she said. “That’s the main reason.”
“You’re with me because I have a big dick?”
“Yep.”
I stood up and walked to the kitchen. “I’m trying to be serious.”
“I am being serious. You asked for the truth, I gave it,” she said.
I grabbed another beer from the refrigerator. “So I’ve got a big cock and no other redeeming qualities?”
“You’ve got a few others, but I’m trying to look past everything else,” she said.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know what’s gonna happen next. For right now, you’re just a big dick.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
She nodded. “Dead serious.”
I sat down across from her and studied her. She wasn’t smiling. “So why are you here?”
“It feels really good when you fuck me. Like, really good.”
“You’re serious?”
“Uh huh.”
“What if I had a little cock. Like half the size of what I’ve got?”
“A dick half the size of yours is still a pretty good size.” She shrugged. “I’d probably still be here.”
She was starting to piss me off. “God damn it. Okay, what if I had a really small cock. Would you be here?”
“Like, right now?”
“Yeah. Would you be here, right now, talking to me?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
“You’re here strictly for the dick?”
“Pretty much. I mean, you’re cool and stuff, but you’re not interested in anything but fucking, so I’d be a fool to get all caught up in who you are. Dudes like you dump chicks like me. And, the last I heard, all I was entitled to was a one-night stand.”
I glared at her.
She raised her index finger. “Oh, wait. I guess, technically, that day you fucked me in the ass in the parking lot at Target, you said I was alright. So, I’ve got that going for me.”
“I’m not saying I do, but if I wanted more from you. If this wasn’t just us fucking, what would you say my redeeming qualities are?”
“If we were just talking? Like just kicking it?” she giggled. “Hanging out and being besties?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” she said. “I like it that your demanding. And that you’re really confident. I like the way you walk. And how you carry yourself. You know, your swagga.”
“My swagger?”
She shook her head. “Swagga.”
“Swagga.”
“Yep. I like it,” she said. “And how you’re a prick. I like that. It’s hot.”
I set my beer on the end table and folded my arms in front of my chest. “A prick, huh?”
“Uh huh.”
“Give me a for instance.”
“Well, like when we went out the first time and you said ‘grab your purse, we’re leaving and I’m gonna make sure your mouth is too full to talk later’ or whatever you said. I liked that. It was a total dick move for you to act like that, but it made me wet. I loved it.”
I had no idea. I narrowed my eyes and stared at her. “Ready?”
She shrugged. “Sure.”
“Stand up,” I demanded.
“What?”
With my arms still folded in front of my chest, I stood up, glared at her, and cleared my throat. “Stand. Up.”
She stood up.
I took a step toward her. “Get on your knees,” I said dryly.
She lowered herself to her knees.
I took another step in her direction, unzipped my zipper, and pulled out my cock. “Open your mouth.”
She opened her mouth.
I stopped. She met my gaze.
I stroked my cock a few times. She seemed to be waiting on instructions. “Is that a turn on?” I asked.
“Huh?”
“Is that a turn on?”
Her eyes fell to my cock. “Uh huh.”
I walked back to the loveseat and sat down.
“What are you doing?” she snarled.
“I was just seeing some
thing.”
“Seriously?” she snapped back. “What, seeing if I was human?”
“No, seeing if you liked it when I acted like that.”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
“I had no idea. I’ve always acted like that because I thought it’d keep people away, not attract them.”
“So it’s an act?” she huffed. “You’re not really like that?”
“No, I’m pretty much just like that. It’s pretty hard for me to be otherwise, but I can be polite if I need to be. I never knew anyone liked it, though. I think you’re a first.”
“Well,” she said. “Most girls probably don’t dig it, but I do. I love guys who are dicks. If a guy can talk a mad line of shit to me, he’ll win my heart quicker than a guy with flowers.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
“Interesting,” I said.
“Why’d I know you were going to say that?” She pressed her biceps into the sides of her breasts and shot me a seductive look. “So should I get up off my knees, or are you going to feed me that big cock?”
“No, get up. We’re just talking for now.”
She pressed her palms onto the floor and braced herself as she stood. “Asshole.”
I nodded. “That’s what I hear.”
She sat down and reached for her glass of wine. “So, what about that goofy fucking Drake? That weirdo was eating rotten bologna and did you see he was eating a nasty fucking wiener when we got there?”
“What about him?”
“He’s fucking weird. Wearing a robe out to eat and shit. Is that the types of friends you have?”
“He’s an associate.”
She took a drink of wine. “Do you have any friends?”
“Some.”
“Are they like him?”
“No one’s like Drake.”
“True that,” she said with a laugh.
I sat and studied her for a long moment as she drank her wine. After a few minutes, she broke the silence.
“So if we’re just fucking, and that’s it – an extended one-night stand or whatever – why am I here? Like right now?”
I raised my beer bottle and tipped it toward her. “That’s a damned good question.”
THIRTEEN
Jess
I thought I’d had a few big cocks in my day. Then Dick fucked me. From that point on, all previous dicks became faint memories.
Unimportant.
When I really thought about it, being with him because he was hung seemed ridiculous. Then, he’d fuck me again, and remind me what was so perfect about being completely filled with cock. And, the difference between being fucked and being filled was vast.
I liked Dick. A lot. A combination of his criminal behavior and his natural ability to be an asshole attracted me to him, but it was his big fat dick that sealed the deal.
I felt like a tramp.
A really satisfied tramp.
“So, what’s the deal with that guy from the other night?” Katie asked.
“Nothing.”
“What’d you guys do?”
“Nothing.”
“Since when did you go out with a guy and not have a story to tell? Something’s up.”
“We just went out to eat and then hung out at his place.”
She looked at me like I was speaking Latin. “You didn’t bone?”
“Yeah, we boned.”
She glanced around the empty bar. “And since then, you’ve taken off like four nights. Early. You’ve been with him, haven’t you?”
“Uh huh.”
“What the fuck, Jess? Let’s hear it.”
I was sure Dick wouldn’t like it if I told anyone about who he really was, but hiding the facts about his big dick just seemed senseless. To experience something as magical as Dick’s dick – and not share it with the world – was ridiculous.
“Let me ask you something. Have you ever been with a guy who has a really, really and I mean really big dick?”
“Roe had a big dick. It was huge.”
“The mixed dude you were seeing last summer?”
“Uh huh. God, I swear, his dick was so big. That guy could make me come in about three strokes. And then. Over and over. It was crazy.”
I didn’t care about Roe. Or his dick. I wanted to tell her about Dick. “Compare it to something,” I said.
“Uhhm. I dunno. Like Have you ever had a threesome? And like had one in your butt and your hoo-hah at the same time? It was like that. Only it was like that every time he fucked me.”
I laughed so hard it started a coughing fit. Katie was a ditz. The fact that she compared it to being pounded by two dicks at once – and called her twat a hoo-hah – was another reason to laugh altogether.
She wrinkled her nose. “What?”
“You dork. I meant compare his dick to something. Like an object. And what the fuck with the DP? You’re a freak.”
“Oh.” She laughed. “Yeah, Roe was into all kinds of stuff.”
“So, compare the weirdo’s cock to something.”
“Uhhm. Like, maybe, I dunno. Like those sausages. The big ones. Bratwurst. Yeah, like a bratwurst.”
“Bratwurst dick?”
“Uh huh.” She nodded. “Just like that.”
“Lemme see your arm.” I said.
I was what most would describe as curvy, but I wasn’t a big girl. Katie was a skinny meth-head looking bitch. She didn’t do drugs, but she could pass for a coke whore for sure. She was five foot three and weighed all of 100 pounds if she was dressed in a parka.
“From your elbow to where your hand starts, and a little thicker than that skinny little wrist of yours. Ten fucking inches, bitch.”
She slapped her hand against my shoulder. “Get out of here.”
“Quit fucking hittin’ me,” I said. “And yeah, I’m serious.”
“His dick’s as big as my arm?”
“Uh huh. No shit. Ten thick inches of it.”
I liked saying it.
Ten inches.
“Holy crap. So being fucked by him is like being fisted?”
“You’re gross. Did Roe do that shit, too?”
“Uh huh.”
“That’s nasty.”
“It feels so good,” she said.
“If it feels like Dick’s dick, yeah, I’ll give you that. But I’m not looking to have a guy shove his hand up my puss.”
She shrugged. “So, what’s he like?”
“He’s a prick. A complete asshole. But I like him.”
“Assholes are the best. Well. Some of them,” she said. “The good kind of asshole, or the bad kind?
I had an idea of what she was talking about, but I wanted to hear it from her. “What’s the difference?”
“The good ones are just dicks. The bad ones are mean and slap you around or punch your face. I like good assholes, they make me feel loved.”
It made perfect sense.
To me.
I felt the exact same way. A guy ordering me around and telling me what to do, then talking shit to me when he wasn’t happy with me made me feel like he cared, as senseless as it sounded. “I agree totally.”
She sighed. “I need a guy like that.”
I grinned. Talking to her about him made me feel like whatever I had with Dick was significant, although I really knew it wasn’t. In the end, I was a chick he was banging. For the time being, I’d live with it. I was just happy he opened up to me and that I was able to see him more than the one time he initially agreed to.
“Is he into freaky shit?”
“I dunno.” I shrugged. “I stood outside the car and he shoved my head in the seat and butt fucked me in Target’s parking lot off of I-35 the other day. In broad daylight.”
“Cool,” she said as if it were no big deal. “Is he, like, into threesomes?”
I had no idea, but I answered anyway. “Uhhm. No.”
If he was, Katie wouldn’t be the chick I’d choose for our third. It’d have to be a bi
tch with some meat on her bones. Someone worth losing my threesome virginity to. Not some skinny bitch that only wanted my man’s cock. Or fist. It’d have to be a bad bitch.
Like Nicki Minaj.
I’d let Nicki Minaj stick her tongue in my ass while Dick was balling me for sure.
“Let me ask you something,” I said.
“Okay.”
“Do you like it in the butt?”
“Uh huh.”
“Okay, when you’re you know, when your guy starts off, does it send a freaking shockwave through you and make you just lose it?”
“Like make me come?”
“Uh huh.”
“Yeah. It’s pretty good stuff, why?”
“I dunno. I think I have some fascination with getting poked in the butt.” I chuckled. “It makes me come so hard.”
“Well, graduate to getting two at once,” she said. “That? That’s as close to heaven as you’ll ever be.”
“He poked his finger in my butt while he was fucking me on Wednesday. So, that was pretty close.”
She shook her head and laughed. “It’s not the same.”
“What you fucking girls doing? I fucking fuck. Standing for the ever. Why no work? Your ethics is for shit. Fucking fuck,” Patel complained.
I glanced at the clock. “It’s ten till. We’re not open yet.”
He shook his head. “I fucking swearing.”
I shrugged. “Ten minutes is ten minutes.”
“And ten inches is ten inches,” Katie whispered.
“Amen sista.”
Patel looked up from the liquor ledger. “I swear to fuck. I should sell this bitch.”
Do us all a favor, fucktard.
“I’ll go open up,” Katie said.
“Fine with me. Hell, yesterday I made $25 bucks over the lunch rush.”
She laughed. “Thirty. But I had a big tipper.”
The instant she unlocked the door, it swung open.
Dick.
He was dressed in navy slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a black jacket. He looked like he was preparing for a photoshoot for GQ Magazine. I grinned and gave a silly wave, and then realized the only reason he would come in would be to see me.
I really liked looking at him.
“Hi,” Katie said, almost giggling as she said it. “Jess is over there.”
“Thanks,” he said.
“Hey,” I said.
“Son of bitch. Mr. Dick,” Patel shouted. “Patron?”
Dick waved. “No, just here to talk to Jess for a minute.”
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