“Shit, Sylvia, all the men that do get a lil’ paper be goin’ after them stankin’ ass White girls anyway. It never fails. Once they money get right, they Black asses go White. They start chasin’ behind them anorexic, pale ass bitches!”
“Sounds like somebody has some anger issues,” joked another girl.
“I know one thing for sho’, and two thangs for certain. If they keep fuckin’ wit’ them White girls then I’ma flip it, and find me a cute lil’ White boy to take care of me.”
“NO! Don’t do that, sister. That’s exactly what the White devil wants us to do! To lose hope in the Black Man, who is the foundation of the Black family, the foundation of the universe, and everything in it. He is the Sun, and we are the moons, meant to reflect their light and be their queens. Our whole race is being systematically targeted for extermination. We need to stand by our Black kings, and support their endeavors,” said Niesha, whose boyfriend, Javon Taylor, A.K.A. Knowledge Born, became a member of the 5% nation of gods and earth’s while he was locked up, and doing a five year bid in one of South Carolina’s worst “corruptional” institutions, Lee County.
“There she go, there she go. Ever since Javon came home, you been talkin’ that Black god, kill the devils, free the slaves, move back to Africa and live in a hut shit!” joked Sylvia. “That boy got yo’ head fucked up, Niesha. Next thing you know yo’ Black ass gonna be talkin’ ‘bout how a government conspiracy killed Pac and Biggie.”
The whole room exploded in laughter again. “Using all them big ass words. I been to college, and still have to look up half the shit Niesha be saying.”
Even Niesha had to laugh at that one. That was the thing about Sylvia. She talked shit but nobody really took her seriously. Even though most of what she said was true. She was like that older sister everybody had in their family that just said whatever came to her head. So instead of offending people with her comments, she usually just got them to laugh.
Meka was in her chair cracking up along with the other women. But after over two hours of sitting down getting her hair and nails done, she was anxious to get the hell out of there so she could set her Labor Day weekend off right. She had shopping to do. It was already one in the afternoon, and she still wanted to hit the mall and pick up a few items before that shit got packed. Young Jeezy was coming to town for a concert, and she planned to be the freshest bitch at the show.
When Sylvia said she was finished, and handed her a mirror, Meka quickly glanced at her reflection. Satisfied with Sylvia’s work, she took out two hundred dollar bills to pay for her new hair style, French manicure, and pedicure.
After paying Sylvia and saying goodbye to the rest of the women in the shop, Meka walked outside into the heat and bright sunlight of the early September afternoon. She stylishly put on her Gucci shades.
The sun kissed Meka’s beautiful brown skin as she walked toward her brand new, custom painted, pink Range Rover Sport. She’d purchased it only days after Twan’s murder, ignoring the advice of both her brother and Mike, who had told her to fall back and not spend any cash for a minute, until shit died down. But Meka said fuck that. She wanted it, and had the cash to get it, so she got it.
Humming the latest hit from her favorite singer, Keyshia Cole, Meka got to her truck, and reached in her Louis Vuitton handbag for her keys. Before she found her keys, a large arm wrapped around her neck from behind and lifted her completely off the ground. The culprit cut off her air supply immediately. Meka struggled against her assailant. Kicking and scratching wildly, she tried to break free of his hold.
Realizing her resistance had little effect, Meka remembered the .25 automatic that Ant D had given her a few months before. The gun was in her purse. On the verge of blacking out from lack of oxygen, she reached into her bag for the gun. Before she could retrieve it, she was savagely punched in the stomach by another man she hadn’t even noticed. That blow knocked the remaining wind out of her, along with whatever fight she had left.
Her body went limp, and the two men quickly dragged her over to a black Dodge Caravan that was parked two spaces down. They got a roll of duct tape out of the van, and wrapped it around Meka’s wrists and ankles. They put a smaller piece on her mouth, and then tossed her into the back of the van like a bag of trash. They jumped in, pulled the doors closed, and within seconds were speeding out of the parking lot.
Chapter 10
Mike pulled into the parking lot of the Hilton in downtown Greenville and brought the Escalade to a screeching stop. It was 2:03 A.M. The seven women in the truck who had left Platinum Plus with him and Ant D all breathed a sigh of relief at having made it to their destination in one piece. Mike was known for being a reckless driver. And that was when he was sober. So the weed combined with the alcohol only made shit worse. But now that they were there, it was time to get shit poppin’.
Ant D got out, walked into the brightly lit lobby and approached the clerk who was behind the desk. The middle aged, red necked woman didn’t approve of his presence, but he was a potential customer so she hid her bigotry behind a smile that was as artificial as her nose and breasts. “Welcome to the Hilton, sir, how may I help you?”
“I want the best room y’all got.”
“Well sir, we have a lot of beautiful rooms. Could you be a little more specific?”
“I want a room with a large bed, a livin’ room, a sauna, and a nice view of the city.”
“Alright, that would be a presidential suite. We charge five hundred dollars a night for that room, sir,” the clerk said, the tone of her voice implying that she didn’t believe he could afford such an expense. “Maybe you’d like something a little more in your price range.”
“Naw, I’ll take the suite,” Ant D replied. He peeled five crisp hundreds from a stack and handed it to the woman, who hid her shock with yet another plastic smile. She took down information from his driver’s license, and then gave him a room keycard.
“I hope you enjoy your stay at the Hilton, sir. If you need anything else, please feel free to call down to the front desk and ask for assistance.”
As Ant D walked back across the lobby, she kept that fake ass smile plastered on her face and mumbled, “Damn drug dealers.”
Back outside, Ant D told everybody that he’d gotten a Presidential Suite. The seven exotic dancers piled out of the Escalade, along with Mike, who was so drunk he almost fell on his face. The entourage walked through the lobby as Ant D led the way to the elevator.
Once inside the suite, Strawberry strutted over to the large stereo system, placed a CD in it, and pressed play. The sound of an old school R.Kelly song came out of the speakers:
“Sit down on the couch, take ya shoes off - Let me rub ya’ body before I tear it off. Ya’ homey lover friend is ready to flex - Girl fleeeeeex, time to have sex. Let’s stop right here and work our way around - I won’t stop until I hear that ooh aah sound. Don’t front you know – about the rodeo show…”
All of the women began to get undressed and dance seductively, while Ant D and Mike sat on the plush leather sofa enjoying the view. They popped a few of the bottles of champagne they had ordered.
But before I go any further, I gotta describe the other five dancers who had come along with Diamond and Strawberry. These weren’t just everyday chicken head, bird ass bitches that you found in them hole in the wall strip clubs. All of these bitches were official.
First there was Angel, a short, thick, Puerto Rican mami with naturally curly hair, and a face that niggas would die - or kill for. Angel was twenty-two, and a certified freak with a butterfly wing tattooed on each ass cheek. Whenever she was in the club and made it clap, it appeared as if the butterfly was actually flying! That skill often got her showered with currency. Niggas loved that shit! Angel had a group of regular patrons who were seriously obsessed with her. They’d fuck a nigga up over her. What made it so crazy was the fact that not one of them was even fucking her!
Next up was Chocolate, who got her stage name from the smooth
dark complexion of her skin. Chocolate had large titties, and an ass like Serena Williams that jiggled and bounced whenever she did her little fuck walk. She had starred in a few porn videos, and had even been passed around like a blunt on the set of a few rappers’ videos.
Then there was Obsession and Chanel, who were best friends but lied and told everybody that they were sisters. Obsession and Chanel were both light skinned, and had long, naturally wavy hair. Neither one had an ass worth going crazy about, but they had nice little bubbles for their frames. They both also had rings in their tongues, navels, and clits. And for the right price, they had no problem letting you see all three of them.
Last but not least, there was Anna, one of the few white girls working at Platinum Plus. Anna was raised down in Miami, in one of the worst sections of Dade County. So she was at ease with being around Black people. In fact, both of her baby’s father’s were Black. White men who came to the club often asked her, in private of course, what she saw in the Black men that she dated. Anna would simply reply that Black men’s dicks were bigger, then sit back and laugh to herself as the White men turned crimson with embarrassment.
Mike, who by now was fully aroused, got up from the couch and grabbed Chocolate, Angel, and Diamond by their hands. He led the three of them to the master bedroom. Ant D stayed in the large plush living room with Obsession, Chanel, Strawberry, and Anna.
Once in the bedroom, Mike took his clothes off and lay down on the bed. The girls, who were now completely naked also, followed his lead. They got on the bed with him, ready to please. Chocolate grabbed Mike’s stiff dick and kissed it affectionately, making loud smacking sounds. Angel joined in, and soon they were both slobbering all over his dick and balls, soaking his hard on with their wet, sticky saliva. Whenever he was in one’s mouth, the other would alternate and take his balls in her mouth and start humming on them. That trick sent vibrations of pleasure throughout his body.
Diamond felt left out of the action so she started playing with Angel’s pussy while she and Chocolate took turns pleasuring Mike. They were giving him the best head he’d ever experienced in his young life.
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.
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