by AP Jermaine
“So, do you like your new job?” She asked as she eased down beside me and started to unbutton my jeans.
“I don’t know yet. Do I?” I answered as I laid my blunt in the ashtray.
“I think you will.” She smiled devilishly before licking the side of my neck causing my dick to jump to attention. “Oooh I see your neck is sensitive.” Olivia smiled that devious smile again as she tugged at my zipper. “Take these off for me.” She asked, and I went with the flow. Kicking off my Timbs and then leaning up so she could pull off my pants. “Oooh Theodore! You are a healthy boy!” She stroked my dick as it stood tall through the slit of my boxers. And then, Olivia shocked the shit outta me. Leaning over taking half of my wood into her warm wet mouth, she moaned, did something with her throat and then deep throated my shit! The first time ever, a chic was able to do that! Without choking that is! She didn’t suck though, just held it there for a moment before coming up gasping for air. Whatever trick she’d pulled, she’d obviously had to hold her breath to do it. “Oooh baby you’ve got a huge cock!” Olivia panted as she licked the head like a lollipop. “Take off these boxers so I can get a teabag.” She ordered lustfully as I leaned up so she could slide my boxers off. Leaning back on the couch she massaged her now soaking set pussy. “Come on. Bring those babies here. Give mama a teabag.” I knew exactly what she wanted as I stood up, straddled her face and dropped my nutts right into her mouth. “Mmm…! Mmmph….! Umph….!” She moaned and sucked while I dropped my ball sack in and out of her mouth.
“Not too hard.” I told her when she got just a little too excited.
“Can mama have some now baby? Huh? Can mama have some of that big black cock?” Olivia asked between licks at my balls. As worked up as she had me, there was no question that she could get fucked. I still was a little unsure though, because I knew she had to be in her fifties and I didn’t wanna break nothing. Reaching down I picked up my jeans and retrieved a Bareback condom from my pants pocket before she leaned up and grabbed it outta my hand. “Here let me do it.” She demanded while putting the condom on her tongue and rolling it down my shaft with her lips. Leaning over her, I braced myself and tried to slide in gently. Olivia wasn’t having it. Grabbing my face between both of her hands she forced me to look into her eyes as she damn near barked out her order! “Theodore! If I wanted to be tinkered with I would wait for my husband. I want and need to be fucked! Royally! Now come on! Stop playing around and fuck me! And Theodore….”
“Yeah?” I looked down into her crystal blue eyes.
“Talk down to me,” she commanded. And that’s exactly what I did. I took one leg and threw it over my right shoulder, still with high heel dangling, and dropped this dick off in her without mercy! “Ah! Yes…! Oh! Oh! Talk! Down! To! Me!”
“Shut up whore!”
“Yes!”
“Fuckin Slut!”
“Oh God! Yes! Thank You! Thank! You! Ohhhhhhhhh!”
“Trashy whore!”
“Oh God! Yes! Yes!” I fucked her like we were sixteen and ducking school. She was amazingly limber for a woman her age. I called her every name I could think of and suddenly, she was cumming!
“Filthy bitch!”
“Oh yes! Thank Yoooouuuu!” Her entire body shook and trembled underneath me, before she screamed so loud I was scared! “AAAAAAH!” I looked down and tears were running from her eyes! I jumped up assuming I’d hurt her! “What? What’s wrong?” she panted out of breath.
“You’re crying! Did I hurt you!” I stood up afraid.
“Oh, no baby. That’s just what happens when I get a good one. I haven’t had a good one in a while, but Jesus you hit all the right spots!”
“Oh damn. You scared the shit outta me!”
“I’m sorry Theodore,” she smiled while reaching out to massage my balls. “You didn’t get yours. Take that condom off so mama can straighten you out. Come on. Fuck my face.” She purred as she opened her mouth wide. I didn’t hesitate to slide my dick in it either. Olivia was a horny damn cougar! As I fucked her mouth and she tickled my balls with one hand, she was fingerfucking herself into another frenzy with her other! I don’t know who said that bullshit about a woman pussy drying up and all that, but take it from a real nigga. That is some bullshit! Olivia was wetter than Larry Bird’s jump shot! Wet! When I finally came, I felt like I was about
to lose my sight! I grabbed my dick and pumped every drop down her throat! “Mmm…Mmmph…mmmm…” Olivia moaned as she drank down my load. I damn near had to yank my dick outta her mouth! “Oooh baby you were delicious.” Olivia licked her lips.
“Well thank you. I aim to please.” I smiled as I finally regained my senses. Olivia stood up and stretched with a wide smile.
“Mmmmmm… Hold on Theodore I’ll be right back.” She’d told me before leaving and returning with a warm soapy rag, and a towel that she used to wash my dick and balls down before drying me off. “There you go baby. Wouldn’t want you walking around all sticky.” She left the room once more, and this time came back wearing a pink robe just as I was finishing getting dressed. Something was telling me she liked pink. From her robe pocket, she produced a white envelope that she placed in my hand. “Don’t open it until you’re in the car.” She said kissing me on my cheek.
“Oh yes, I almost forgot. Mishka tells me you’re a Duke fan.”
“Yeah that’s my squad.”
“Here you go.” She said handing me another envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Open it when you get to the car. Will you be free for dinner next Friday?”
“I’m not sure. But I’ll try.” I answered as I walked out the door.
“Okay baby. Please try.”
“I will.” I told her over my shoulder while stepping into the Focus. I looked up and saw that she was still watching me from the driveway, when I tore open the first envelope. Damn! I thought, as I quickly thumbed through the money. It was three thousand dollars! Along with a man’s gold ring, with so much ice in it I felt chilly! I looked up at her, and she blew me a kiss. I tore open the next envelope and she’d outdone herself. Season tickets to Duke Basketball at Cameron Indoor! Second Row! I leaned out the window and yelled, “Next Friday. 8:00 sharp!” Yeah, so I sell dick sometimes. Don’t judge me.
Chapter 67 “Another Level”
“Hello?” I answered my phone on the second ring.
“So, Teddy, how did you enjoy your dinner date?” Mishka’s voice came through the speaker.
“Ha ha. You got jokes, don’t you?” I asked as she erupted with laughter. “So. what was that? Some kinda escort service or Back Page shit.?”
“Of course not. Escort services and Back Page are nothing more than cheap internet hookers. No one can reach you through the internet. I told you we are exclusive. We offer a variety of services to an elite cliental. I tell you what; go to the store, pick up a newspaper and I’ll call you back in ten minutes.”
“A newspaper? For what?”
“Just do it Teddy. I’ll call in ten.”
I was already in Shell gas station paying for gas, so I walked over, picked up a paper and paid for that too. By the time that I got back in the car, Mishka was calling back. “Yeah?”
“Did you get it?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Okay turn to page C-3.”
Re-lighting my Dutch that had burned out, I started the ignition, took out the “C” section of the paper and turned to page three. “Holy Shit!” The blunt dropped from my mouth damn near burning me, as I fumbled to get it back into the ashtray! “Holy Shit!” There, staring me in the face was Olivia, with her husband. My phone had dropped too, and I could hear Mishka laughing so hard she sounded like a maniac! Damn! No wonder all the pictures were turned around. Finally, I composed myself enough to pick up my phone.
“I told you our cliental was exclusive. Talk to you later Teddy.” Mishka was still laughing her ass off when she disconnected. Damn! Don’t worry Olivia. Our secret is safe. I
never kiss and tell. See you Friday at eight.
Chapter 68 “Cookie”
The next night was club night. This weekend I was going. I hadn’t been to the club in a minute and it was well overdue. I needed to unwind. At 1:00 that evening I went and picked Jack up from the Greyhound station and dropped him off at the same spot where Jill had been staying for the last week. The Days Inn on Redwood Road. Right off Hwy 85. It was old, rinky dink, and raggedy as a motherfucker; but the Arabs who ran it didn’t give a damn about nothing. I knew it was a low - key spot, because it’s where I used to take my jump-offs back in the day, and they’d let me rent by the hour. They had about fifty rooms, although I’d never seen them occupied by more than ten people at the time. I’d set Jill up in a room in the back, and would leave her with fifty bundles at the time. When somebody would hit my phone, I’d tell them the Days Inn on Redwood Road, and they’d go see her. When she was finished with the fifty bundles she’d call me, I’d go retrieve my bread, and take her fifty more bundles. I paid her five bundles a day, made sure she had food, cigarettes, and beer, and she had a warm dry roof over her head. She was more than happy. The Arabs never asked questions as long as the room got paid for. Now I had Jack, three rooms down from Jill, with fifty more bundles. A lot of the scores knew to go straight to the motel. That worked out perfect. Nobody was to hang around in the rooms though. It was cop and blow. Saturday night I met up with the the niggas from The Key and dipped out to Club Bodi in Raleigh. I was game tight, fresh Caesar with edge up razor sharp, chain down to the dick with my iced - out Cupid piece, and a pair of fresh black and red Jays. The Jamaican Fruit Muslim oil I had on, was sure to have the chics pussies creamin. We were six cars deep and ready to do it big. I had about eight bands in my pocket and didn’t give a fuck, if I spent it all. I just wanted to get bent, have a good time, and bag some new pussy. They said Club Bodi was supposed to be owned by Buffie the Body. I didn’t give a fuck though. Even though she is cute and all that; to me, Buffy aint nothing but another phat ass. I’d personally knocked off mad chicks that had stupid phat asses. Impress me. Show me something else you can do, besides turn around and smile back at the camera. Sorry Buffy baby but I gotta stay trill. Not saying I wouldn’t put a porno style fucking on you though. But I just aint dumfounded by a “big butt” and a smile. Don’t get it twisted now ladies, I love a thick chick with some pretty feet. Hell, if you clean and smelling good, I might even have to see what that pussy tastes like. Just don’t expect me to be all star struck. I see big asses every day. The Untold Truth
As soon as we pulled into the packed parking lot of Club Bodi; I got out, popped the hood, and looked to make sure my new .44 Bulldog was still wedged down beside the engine. Whenever you hit the highway, it’s the perfect spot to hide your ratchet in case you get pulled. I’ve personally gotten away with it too many times for the shit not to be a helleva spot. The club had two lines. One regular line that looked to be about 300 motherfuckers deep. And one, V.I.P line. Nobody was in it. They wanted $50 a head to skip the 300+ line, but the bouncer at the door was screaming $50 no waiting. He was trying to get his grind on and fuck it, I aint no hater. Me and all my niggas from The Key headed straight to the no waiting line. “You Can Find Me In Da Club… Bottles Full Of BuB Mama, I Got What You Need If… 50 Cents early 2000’s banger was booming through the speakers when we stepped through the door. Damn, I thought to myself. It seems like no matter how old that joint gets, it can always bring the club to it’s feet as I watched the females go wild. The ladies had the men outnumbered by far that night, Yes sir. New pussy here I come! I looked around as I bobbed my head to the music and saw that Durham was up in the house deep. Remember people this is the untold truth. So, the same way I told yall about the chicks who be tricking all week for a weekend outfit; it wouldn’t be the untold truth if I didn’t tell you ladies about the trick ass flunkies and fakers. Everybody ain’t got long paper. That’s just a fact of the game. Some niggas will never have any more than they’ve got right now, because they’re not leaders, they’re followers. Yeah. I’m talking about you, nigga. The one who all week long is riding around in your homeboy’s whip, smoking his blunts, wearing his clothes, waiting on your homeboy to bag a chic so you can try to latch on to her friend, even living off your homeboy’s name! Yeah you. You up in the club with your homeboy’s watch on trying to floss it, walking around all night with the same watered down drink in ya hand. But best believe you make sure to hold that drink, in the hand with the watch on it. Ladies, these types of niggas, may have even scraped up enough to get him an outfit for the night, but he ain’t got but fifty dollars to try and get back on with tomorrow. And, he’s gonna try and do that, off his homeboy’s phone! Dude just doesn’t have any leadership qualities. But to somebody on the outside looking in, he’s getting money because he’s flossing and he with such and such. Nigga if this is you, then you know who you are. I can’t hide you bru. I gotta give em the truth just like I promised. Man up, and make something outta yourself. Stop fronting before your girl finds out about you, and fucks your homeboy who’s watch you got on. But anyway folks, as I stepped up to the bar and ordered a double shot of Henny and a Heineken, I looked to my right and immediately locked eyes with Cookie. “Umph… Umph… Umph.” Cookie, I saw was with her two BFF’s. Cocoa and Dania. I guess you could say they had them a little bad baby mama clique. What I mean by that, is that all three of them were what you would call bad bitches. And all three of em had kids by heavy money getters in Durham. Now before we go any further, let me straighten something else out for yall. In no way am I saying that every broad I run across is a dime, I hit some ducks too. Plenty! I told you before as long as they got pretty toes they stand a chance. But this book would be as long as the American dictionary if we went into all that. Right now, I’m only discussing the ones that are, or were directly involved in my current situation. Nor am I saying, that the numerous chicks that I’ve told you about, are fucking only me. Maybe they are. I doubt it, but hey. I do know one thing. When they’re with me, they “wanna” be mine. And will go to any extreme not to let me find out about any of their other, shall I saaaaay…indiscretions. I make them feel as if they’re the only woman for me. The only woman in the world. And I’m not just referring to in the bedroom. Whatever they’re missing in their lives, I try to fill that void. Emotionally, psychologically, sexually. Whatever the case may be. And I always, ALWAYS, make sure they cum first. It’s my job. My swag, street savvy and intellect are just added pluses. And that is why, they so faithfully pledge their allegiance. Because they want me, more than anything; to want them, to be mine. I am a rariety. Meaning, there are not many like me. I am the four - leaf clover. So, Lisa Raye; come holla at me. And as the song says, “I promise I’ll humble yo mean ass.” But yo, check it yall, just like I was saying. Cookie, Cocoa, and Dania. All bad bitches, and all baby mamas to some heavy hitting niggas in the Bull City. Actually, all three of their baby fathers ran together. Every nigga knows that it’s disrespectful to try and fuck the next nigga’s chic. But that shit is multiplied if it’s the niggas baby moms. I’m not talking about the baby moms that the nigga doesn’t even wanna claim. I’m talking about the bad baby mama. The eye candy. The arm piece. But yet every up and coming nigga, feels like if he can fuck a rich niggas baby mama, then that’s saying something about his status. The baby mamas know this too. They know they hold a high status, just because of who they have a kid by. And they’re damn sure not gonna fuck up they’re gravy train by letting some lame nigga hit, and then it gets back to baby daddy. So, most times, baby mama and her crew; are gonna walk around the club like they’re royalty, and everybody else is beneath them. Niggas try to holla, and they shoo them away like flies. Or, walk away sipping on their drinks like they didn’t even hear the nigga, because he doesn’t even exist in her world. Like I said, I’m not talking about the baby mama that the rich nigga had a kid by back in the day before he got rich. I’m talking about the one he wouldn’t even have been able
to fuck, if he hadn’t got rich! The one he walks around the mall with. The one he lets push his whips. The arm piece. So, if baby mama does give a nigga some pussy, it’s nine times out of ten because of one or two things. (1) You “are” the next up and coming nigga, she knows it and wants to go ahead and put her bid in, because baby daddy about to get some time. Or (2) She’s tired of hearing about how good the dick, and/or head game is, and can’t go another day without testing it out for herself. AND, she knows you can keep your mouth shut. Cookie and I had locked eyes when I stepped to the bar. Nothing big, but everybody knows the look, when you see somebody and you wanna turn away, but you hold eye contact for just that tiny second too long. And you know somebodies interested. You, her, or both. I drank my double shot of Hennessy straight down before throwing a hundred dollar bill up on the counter and telling the white bartender with blond spiked hair and quarter sized holes in his ears to “keep em coming.” Cookie, Cocoa, and Dania stepped to the bar about five feet away from me and ordered some drinks. Cookie was closest to me. She wanted me to say something to her. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just knew. I told you I can read people. A gift and a curse. Cookie was drop dead beautiful. We went to elementary school together. She had that natural beauty. No makeup or weave needed. Like Sanaa Lathan. Pecan tan skin with a dimple in her chin and all. Lips that were forever perched into a pout that said “kiss me” like Kerry Washington’s. Beautiful without effort. It’s rare. Can you remember back in school when you were young and if you liked somebody you would scribble them a little note that read: Will you go with me? Yes, or no? Well in fourth grade, even with braces and pig tails Cookie was beautiful. And so, I gave her one of those notes in class. She checked “NO” so many times I couldn’t even see the box no more! Crushed my fourth - grade ego like a motherfucker! I hadn’t spoken to her since. She definitely wasn’t no jump off. Personally, I only knew of one other cat she’d been with, and he’d gotten killed in a shootout over on the Southside. His name was Cole, and that was before baby daddy, who was calling himself “E-Money” these days. He had a cream - colored Lambo. The first nigga I knew to have one in Durham. So now here looking as beautiful as ever, Cookie stood not five feet away, and she’s looking directly at me. “What yall drinking?” All three girls looked at me at once.