I wasn't surprised when he called. He was ballin my girl while he was sniffin after me at the same time. He was trying to tell me that he went after my girl when what he wanted was a chance to get to know me. He just needed to test the water to see if I was out of his league. How many times did I have to hear about his "good dick" and his "trickin tongue". Yeah right. I knew that shit wouldn't last.
Punk ass nigger. That's how I thought of him. On his hands and knees lapping at my pussy like he ain't been fed in days. How the hell did I get myself into this shit. With him no less! His black ass better believe he is on the clock. You got 13 minutes before you got to git the hell outta here. Like some fuckin timekeeper at a high school debate. Let me back it up and tell you how I got to be a human stopwatch...
We met the brother at the same time. We was gettin our party on. Fieldin admirers (horny niggers) left and right. The night was movin fast but the pickins was slim. My girl was downstairs on the prowl. I was standin at the railing surveying the crowd when I spotted hot trade at the bar. What brought that up in here? See I know how to play the game. I got this look. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I speak "good" english in short I'm a "good catch". I have been called a commodity. The successful sista. But tonight the good girl image might get a little dirty.
His bald head caught my attention first. He looked like a TV star. Kinda like that guy on "Six Feet Under". You know the bald head, black, gay cop who kickin it wit that white boy undertaker. Please God don't let this thang be gay. He was fine. I eased downstairs to stake my claim. The closer I got the less I thought about my rap. I just wanted to feel the heat close to me.
He was standing at the bar. Sipping on a Heineken and watching the action. I waited for him to look in my direction. He did. With no game in mind I put up my finger and crooked it. "Come here". No verbal communication, just crooked that finger and he started to move. Damn that was easy. He looked even tastier up close. "You like to watch?" couldn't come up wit nothin betta. Then I said "I want you to dance wit me." The music was that dance hall reggae style. When that brother put his hands on me my skin got hot. DAMN! He felt sho nuf good! "Where you from?" I asked. "
Who gives a shit
" is what I was thinkin. "Ghana", he replied. "You are the finest Ghanain I have ever met". Then came that goddamned, kick ass smile that made my panties wet.
This ain't me. I swear I don't go roun pickin up men in clubs. I can count one time I did that before that night. He hung around a few months but I swear this ain't my style. But I couldn't let this one get away. My body would have kicked my ass if I didn't try. He rode with a friend. Figures. "Let me tell my friend you givin me a ride home". His friend was cool wit it. I had seen him around the way. He was surprised to see his friend was leaving wit a piece of ass he had been tryin to nail for years. Life's fucked up that way sometimes.
Meantime, my girl had landed free breakfast. In the south, after the party the after party is at the Waffle House. If somebody else buying, my girl's eatin steak and eggs scrambled with cheese. I can't eat late at night. I don't feel comfortable sexin on a full stomach. And I was seriously aimin for some ass this night. This mornin's wallet was South African. My girl was kickin shit on top of shit and his ass was eatin it up. Desperation makes people take shit they normally wouldn't off people. I had a cup of coffe. I figured I could use the caffeine later. When we parted ways, his fine ass in my car and my girl in his car, I realized I didn't even know where this brother lived. Didn't matter. Nothin mattered but gettin my hands on a little piece of heaven.
I know you think I'm gonna tell you about me stretching out this Ghanain trade but that ain't where the story is this time. No doubt I did hit it. Then I backed that bitch up and hit it agin! That be some juice for another story. Back to the muff diver.
That Sunday was so hot it was just damn hot. He hit my cell phone late in the afternoon. "You want to go out and get something to eat." I was thinking
hell no
but I said, "I'm not really hungry." That sounded nicer. He comes back with "I really want to see you. I miss you."
Like I don't know you dying to get yo dick in me.
"That is flattering,"
I'm still on that nice tip.
"You could meet me at my place. I'll give you directions."
Why not. I ain't doin shit tonight.
"That would be nice." What else would the predictable dumb ass say?!
He rolled up about an hour later. The brother was wheeling large. Shiny, silver, sharp. Nothing like the piece of crap he was toolin in that first night. I remember him having to lift the passenger door up jus to close it! His stock just went up...but not by much. He stepped out of the ride. He look like he should be back in that old damn death trap he used to drive. How you gone impress me lookin like that. Funky unkept dreds. Baggy tank top and pants. dirty sneaks. Did he bathe today?
"You got a nice place,"
here we go.
"Welcome. Come on in."
The dance starts.
"What you been up to?"
"This and that."
"You been thinking bout me?'
"Why would I do that?"
I can't believe this dumb fuck.
