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by Nicety

  “Mmmmm. Yeah bitch you like that shit.”

  She said as she smacked some ass.

  After a while she would get up and grab a camera and start filming different shots and angles of the action. Most of the bitches did not even like to fuck other bitches when they started working with Cocoa. But ultimately they ended up doing it feeling like they had no choice. She was a pimp that way and was taught to have a mouthpiece so cold that bitches would do practically do anything she told them to. And for the most part they did. But Cocoa did not label herself as any specific sexual orientation. When people asked her if she was gay or not she'd just tell them that she loved pussy and she loved dick, end of story.

  Cocoa's first time with a female wasn't the most wonderful experience she ever had. There was not a magical spectacular feeling or even happiness afterward. The girl’s name was Anita. Anita wasn't the best looking girl in the hood but she had money. She worked a good factory job in the south suburbs and was about to complete graduate school with a Masters in engineering. Her parents were both engineers and so were her 3 older sisters so it was only right she followed in their footsteps.

  Cocoa was drawn to her one day when she saw Anita walking into the gas station around the corner from her house. After Anita was done paying for snacks and gas she headed back to her car, a silver Jaguar sitting on 20" spinner rims. It was the most beautiful car she had seen besides Drew's Lexus. Anita made eye contact with Cocoa as she walked into the station store. Anita continued to pump her gas but kept one eye on the door to watch her come out. She exited the store and couldn't help but to look back up at the Jaguar. Anita saw Cocoa peeping her out but detected a little shyness so decided to make the first move.

  "Hey. Hey, you! Come here.”

  Anita called out as she had just finished pumping her gas. Cocoa looked around to see if she was calling out to her. She was confused as to what the girl would want with her.

  “Are you talking to me?” Cocoa responded.

  “Yes. Weren’t you checking out my car?”

  Cocoa heard the girl speak but could barely understand what she was saying as Anita had some weird accent.

  “What?”

  “I said weren’t you checking out my car? I saw you over there about to run into the door trying to get a good look at my car. It’s a rare breed it is love. Would you like to go for a ride?”

  Anita was staring at her with lust in her eyes but Cocoa did not notice. She did not want to go with her at first because she did not know her. For all she knew the girl could’ve been on the run from the law and had been trying to take her on a high-speed chase. But the girl’s voice was so exotic and comforting and she really did want to be seen in a car as immaculate as that. So instead of nodding her head no, she gave a shrug.

  “Sure.”

  She did not want to alert the girl of seeming too anxious so she stayed cool and hopped into the passenger side of the Jag, then Anita pulled off.

  “So where you from?”

  Cocoa said as they drove along.

  “What?”

  Anita said turning down the music she was blasting to avoid conversation.

  Anita wasn’t one for small talk. Her objective was to get bitches home, fuck the shit out of them then kick them out, never to see them again. And Cocoa was her next victim.

  “I mean your accent is so strong but I can’t actually pinpoint where you’re from.” The interior of the Jag was so pretty that she wanted to rub on its leopard print but did not want to come across like a tourist.

  “I’m from the UK babe. My parents moved here when I was 16. I still visit there to see my loved ones sometimes. What’s your name love?”

  “I’m Cocoa.”

  “That’s nice. But I would prefer to call you love. I’m Anita.”

  “Oh, ok. Well the car is beautiful. So if you want to take me home…”

  Cocoa said now becoming worried about what she was doing in a car with someone she did not know.

  “How old are you Cocoa?” Anita asked.

  “I just made 18 not too long ago.”

  Cocoa began looking at the girl’s gear. She was Gucci from head to toe. Her dress looked like something off of the runway. Her $600 Gucci booties let her know that this was the type of bitch that had money to blow.

  “Hmm. So do you wanna go and have a little fun?”

  Anita asked with a smile.

  “What kind of fun?”

  “Let’s party… that is if you don’t have a curfew.”

  Cocoa did not want to sound like a lame and it was obvious to her that this girl was just looking for a friend. She agreed to go with no more reservations about this girl’s motives. Anita just seemed like a girl whose money was so long she wanted to party and share it with everybody.

  Cocoa leaned back in the seat as to show her feeling comfortable with Anita. Anita took this and ran with it. She drove Cocoa to her gorgeous house on the beach.

  “Come on in. This is just one of my houses but I’ve got most of my party clothes here. You need something to party in, love.”

  Anita said welcoming Cocoa into her beach house. It wasn’t big but it was very nice and upscale inside. It was clear that everything looked expensive and high end so she decided to be careful as to what she touched.

  “Um, come in this room and look in this closet for something.”

  Anita said pulling her hand towards the room. Cocoa followed.

  “This is a lovely home.”

  “Thanks. But I’m barely here. I usually have to fly out somewhere and do a show or handle business. I have no time to maintain a home but I have peeps that come to check on it from time to time. Here try this.”

  Anita handed her a very expensive looking strapless Versace dress with a pair of stilettos.

  “This is beautiful!”

  It was the first bit of excitement that Cocoa had shown the entire time with Anita.

  “Where’s the bathroom so I can change?”

  “Oh honey, don’t be such a wanker. You can change right here. Come along now. We’re all women here. Just you and me.”

  Anita said very nonchalantly.

  Cocoa looked at her for a minute with a raised eyebrow and then realized there couldn’t be much harm in it. So she began to take off her clothes slipping one item off after another. Her perky tits sprouted up from her bra as her thong was tucked neatly away in between her succulent booty cheeks. Anita began licking her lips as Cocoa squeezed her tight little ass into the dress.

  “Can you zip me up please?” Cocoa asked.

  Anita walked slowly over to her and reached around to Cocoa’s stomach and rubbed it going all the way back to the back and top of the dress. Cocoa felt a little weird but she wanted to forget about it since she wanted to party like a rich girl tonight. Anita zipped up the dress and stepped back.

  “Damn girl! You are gonna get a lot of hard-ons tonight.”

  They laughed as Cocoa slipped her feet into the stilettos then stood up and fixed her hair in the mirror. Anita combed Cocoa’s long hair with her fingers then smiled at her. Cocoa smiled back then grabbed her lip-gloss out of her skirt pocket and slapped a little on her lips.

  “Come on love lets go.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “Right next door. Not that far.”

  Cocoa was confused. She thought they were going to a club with rich people and maybe some ballers she could scoop on. She did not think they were going next door to some neighbor’s party.

  The ladies headed out and walked right up to the neighbor’s house. The house looked still and lifeless. There was no sign of cars all around or music playing. Cocoa knew that this party would be drop dead boring.

  “Aren’t you gonna ring the door bell?”

  Cocoa asked after about five minutes of lingering around.

  “Silly wanker.”

  Anita said as a man came to open the door. He stood aside to allow the
ladies to walk in the door.

  As they walked in the door the music got louder and louder. Anita walked confidently to the back and down the stairs of the house. When they got to the downstairs door they stood there again for about another five minutes. Then Anita looked back at Cocoa and gave a little smirk as the doors slid open to each side of the wall. The music was so intense that you could barely hear yourself think. There was an evident smell of weed in the huge room with a massive amount of people in it.

  “COME ON! WE’RE GOING TO THE BAR!”

  Anita shouted to Cocoa so she could hear her.

  “I DON’T DRINK!”

  Cocoa shouted back. Anita just smiled and escorted her through the crowd and to the bar. At the bar, Anita put up two fingers and the bartender whipped up two pink panty drinks and served them to her. Cocoa stood there waiting to see what kind of money Anita would pull out but she never did. She wondered was this bitch for real. There was techno music playing at first and then the dj changed to some hard hip-hop.

  There were people sitting in the corners of the little basement club looking like VIP’s. The dancers on the floor were all dancing professionally. They weren’t just doing regular movements. It was as if they were all battling each other. Cocoa really did not want to drink but felt if she did not that she would be frowned upon for party pooping. She took the drink and began sipping it and swaying to the music. The drink actually tasted pretty damn good, not like those potent drinks with more alcohol then mixture.

  But what Cocoa failed to realize is that those were the “sneak up on you drinks”. Those were the type of drinks that if you drank too much of, too fast, they would sneak up and get you fucked up pretty quickly. The faster she drank the pink panties the faster she’d order them.

  “Bloody hell, girl slow down, yes? You’re going to be praying to the porcelain God in a few.”

  Anita said to her laughing. ****

  Chapter 9- Wasted

  Cocoa was so fucked up that she did not even notice Anita rubbing on her tits, playing with her nipples. All she knew is that it felt good and her pussy was getting moist. Anita and Cocoa danced and partied harder than ever. Cocoa began to feel light headed and needed to sit down.

  “Hey can we take a break? I don’t feel so good.”

  Anita helped her out of the club and up the stairs. Then she helped her up another flight of stairs and down the hall to a room. Cocoa looked around to see that the room was huge. It was like a wondrous master suite.

  But her head was spinning rapidly now and she couldn’t really keep her eyes open. She lay back on the couch Anita dropped her on and hoped the feeling would go away.

  “You know, you silly wankers are all the same. You like all of the glamorous things in life but are never willing to do what it takes to get them. I can take you to places you’ve never seen before. I can make you the hottest diva in Chicago. Do you want to have everything your heart ever desired?”

  Anita slid open the sliding doors by the fireplace. There was a full room on the other side of those doors. The room was filled with women who were all naked and all sucking and licking all over each other.

  Cocoa could hear them but she couldn’t see them. She began to shake her head no in slow motion. She did not know what was going on or what was about to happen to her for that matter. There was excessive moaning and screaming coming from the ladies in the other room.

  “Do you want to be the envy of all of your friends love? I can give that to you. All you have to do is say the one word.”

  Cocoa heard her but did not know if she should respond or not.

  “Tick, tock, tick, tock. Yes or no love?”

  Anita was persistent. Even if Cocoa had said no she wouldn’t take it for an answer. Finally she shook her head yes in big nods.

  “Yes.”

  Anita grinned heavily. Then she walked over to her and kneeled down in front of her. She slid off her panties and spread her legs nice and wide. She did not know exactly what was happening to her but she kept shaking her head no. Anita planted her face in Cocoa’s pussy and licked all around it licking her clitoris feverishly. Cocoa began moaning and rubbing her head. When she felt the long hair in between her fingers she got startled and tried to sober up. Anita forcefully grabbed Cocoa’s arms and pinned them down with her legs. She pushed in and ate her pussy harder and faster.

  With her lips, Anita pushed apart the lips of Cocoa’s pussy and dug in more. She couldn’t stand it. It was feeling so good but was so intense that she was about to explode. She tried to wiggle out of Anita’s grip but it was no use.

  The more she wiggled the harder she’d cum. Screaming and begging for a moment to breathe, Cocoa tried to pace herself until this ordeal was over. She couldn’t believe this girl deemed it okay to take her pussy this way. She felt icky and sticky. She felt like she was dirty and nasty. But then she began to think of all of the things Anita promised her.

  She began to think of what life would be like if she did possess the power to be the hottest diva in Chicago. There would be no one like her. She would be the envy of everyone in the hood as she walked around with her Christian Dior this and her Fendi that. All of the hoes would be jocking her and others would hate her. All of the niggas would want her for themselves and maybe she could get one of these rich socialites to wife her up to make her even more fashionably rich.

  Cocoa wanted all of the fame and glory with no work behind it. If it would come easy to her just off of her looks than so be it. She figured why should she have to work hard for something that should come naturally to her. All that thinking penetrated her concentration for her pussy.

  “AHHHHHHHHH!”

  And then she came harder than she’d ever come before. She bussed so hard that she kept cumming and kept cumming. Anita’s mouth was so wet and drenched in cum that she raised her head and played around in it. She shook her head.

  “Now that’s what I like. Thanks love.”

  Anita stood up and rubbed Cocoa’s nipples a little then walked away. Cocoa was still a little dazed and confused by what had just happened to her. She felt relieved but now wished she had some dick to go along with the great head. Her mind started replaying the incident over and over in her head. That happening to her made her feel sick and good all at the same time inside. Cocoa almost did not know how to feel. Since the deed had been done and was finally over she wondered where Anita had gone. There was no more moaning in the next room so she assumed that those girls were either gone or sleeping. Still buzzed from the drinks she decided to sleep off the pink panties and find Anita when she came to.

  Hours had past before Cocoa had finally awakened. She rose to a maid vacuuming the carpet in the other room. Her head wasn’t pounding but she still felt some aftershocks from last night with missing panties and a wet ass. She brought herself to stand and walk out to the empty hall. Then she made it to the main foyer and realized it was empty too. Of course she knew that she wouldn’t find Anita at the neighbor’s house and walked out of the door headed to her house.

  When she stumbled up to the door a large man at the door stopped her.

  “No one can enter here. Please come back later.”

  “What do you mean? My clothes are in there plus I must talk to Anita. You have to let me in.”

  “Is she expecting you?”

  Cocoa was confused. This guy was treating her like a common thief or something.

  “She knows me can you please tell her to come to the door please.”

  “I’m sorry I can not do that.”

  “What? Why?” Cocoa became hysterical with rage.

  “Listen lady. You need to act like you got some sense and act like you just heard me. Now you can’t go in there because she does not see anyone. Period. Besides she left on a plane for the UK last night and won’t be back for several months. Now would you please leave.”

  The man was very stern with her. She put her head down and walked away without a clu
e as to how she was going to get back home from the North side beach. She hung her head low in disbelief that this bitch had played her to the max all to get her pussy.

  Her pussy was used and betrayed by a nasty bitch. Cocoa began to think about how good it felt though. She couldn’t deny that her pussy still throbbed from a night of cumming all over the place. On the other hand it was weird for her to imagine having sex with a girl. Cocoa's feelings were deeply mixed. That was the worst “first” she’d ever had.

  Since her experience with Anita, she couldn’t get that tingling feeling out of her head. So she pursued it at every chance she got. She would befriend bitches and bring them to her house and force herself upon them after getting them drunk. Most of the bitches would end up participating and loving it. Others would just end up dropping off the face of the earth from her.

  Cocoa always had her video camera on hand so she had the wild nights on tape for bragging rights or black mail. She had tapes and tapes of explicit wild sex that she would play on her living room screen sometimes when the fellas were there.

  If they wanted to jag off they couldn’t but it sure made them horny as hell. Cocoa was a freak. She loved sex in any form or fashion. But even though she loved it, it was always business before pleasure. Sex never trumped her money in any aspect. If there was money to be counted and she was just about to bust a nut, the nut had to wait. That’s how particular she was about her money. She hated the way broke sounded in her vocabulary so she wanted to make sure she never had to address it according to her ever again. ****

  Chapter 10- Snatched

  The next morning Cocoa left the house to do some afternoon shopping as she always did to start her Saturdays. Of course her main man Sin came along always packing heat for her in the car. Cocoa’s first stop in the mornings was the casino boat. She loved the rush she got from playing the slots and tables at the boat. Sometimes she would get lucky, other times she would come up short. But she never played with the low ballers. She always went right upstairs to the high rollers tables. Those tables were $500 just to get in. Whenever she hit, it was crazy money. At the boat, she got tipsy off wine as well. Wine put her ease, not like hard liquor with a funny taste. She and Sin would gamble their asses off like they were rich and famous, talking to the dealers like they were homies on the streets and talking shit to their opponents.