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Authors: L. E. Newell

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But those were rumors; however horrible they sounded, they were still rumors. What she had just experienced with Woo was real, as real as real could get. The tingling ache and drying blood on her neck attested to that.
Damn if she did and damn if she didn't,
she cursed her predicament as she passed through the doors into the blaring blinking lights and booming sound of T.I. and Young Jeezy rocking the air waves.

Her thoughts brightened when she saw her running partner Gina gyrating on the stage. She was off into that other world that strip dancing provided, smiling seductively at the hands stuffing
dollars in the garter belt of her Egyptian girl outfit. Her petite, well-shaped body and almond-shaped brown eyes reminded her of a slightly larger Mercedes.

Crystal paused in the din of lustful men to light a Virginia Slim cigarette wondering what Mercedes was doing at that very moment. The rumor had her slipping away with that fly-ass nigga Rainbow. Whether that was true or not, she really didn't know. Then again it was none of her business what a bitch did or who she done it with.
Hell, she's probably somewhere getting blitzed with that fine-ass nigga they called Sparkle that came back on the scene a couple of months ago. Boy, was Don gonna be pissed when he found out that little ho done split wid another nigga. That is if he hadn't already gotten word of it. Shit, I might have to be dealing with that attitude too. That bitch Woo don't know what her ass done got my ass involved in. Hell, she probably don't give a fuck what I got to go through to get what she want,
she thought as she continued to watch her girl doing her thing.

The intoxicating effect of the atmosphere was mellowing and starting to calm her nerves when she accidentally bumped into one of the girls playing waitress. Like all of the girls who had to take their turn browsing amongst the horny customers, the girl wasn't the least bit enthusiastic about toting a tray of drinks among the yelling, smelly throng of mostly male customers. Unfortunately one of the glasses tilted over and dowsed Crystal's cigarette and breasts.

Crystal's face tightened when she looked down at the damage the drink had caused to her outfit. Her mouth formed to match the curse words erupting from the other girl before she noticed Big Bertha waving and hollering at her from the bar. Her frown overmatched the importance of dealing with the girl, so she brushed by the screaming bitch who continued to yak bullshit at her departing back.

Before she could get comfortable on the stool, Bertha gave her a reluctant smile and threw her palm toward one of the customers yelling an order. “Girl, you barely got five minutes before you gotta be on the stage! You best to shake a leg.”

She pursed her lips to the side and leaned around Bertha's wide girth to take a look at the clock on the wall and sighed. “Whew, damn, I didn't know that it was that late.” She leaned further over the bar to give Bertha a noisy air kiss and added, “Thanks, hon, luv ya, gotta go, gotta go.”

She turned away and stepped quickly around the crowd of groping, horny men crowding the stage and headed for the dressing room. Just before she stepped around the corner she took one last look at her girl Gina. Only, she didn't look like Gina anymore. She shivered at the image of Woo instead.
Aw fuck, what am I gonna do,
she thought, wiping the muggy sweat off of her brow. She shook her head to try to clear her mind and continued on to the back ignoring all the lusty overtones behind her.

She grimaced, fanning at the acrid fumes of musty balls, piss and cum pouring out of the door left open to the men's restroom swinging back and forth. She was suddenly nauseated by the combination of the stench, the paranoia effect of the come-down from the coked-up blunt and the fear of disappointing Woo, mixed with the dreaded task of crossing Don. She pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned against the door of the dressing room. Sighing heavily she pushed her way through thinking horrible thoughts.
‘What am I gonna do? Oh, my God, what am I gonna do?

CHAPTER TWENTY
What's Love Gotta Do With It?

V
iolet was all smiles when she hooked her arm under Sparkle's and led him to her Thunderbird parked in front of Hechts in the West End Mall. She clicked the button to unlock the car and tossed him the keys before she went to the passenger side.

He deftly snatched them out of the air with his eyes glued to the swell of her hips in her cowgirl dress. He smiled and shook his head.
Oh yeah, mama's sho feeling good about hooking a nigga. Hell, I'm feeling just as good hooking her boosting legend ass,
he thought as he pulled out. “Where to, boss lady?”

She wiggled in the seat, stretched her neck, looked around the parking lot and said, “Since you couldn't find your way back to my crib earlier, do you know where the Holiday Inn is at on Wesley Chapel? I've got a friend there that keeps me a room ready at all times.”

He nodded and steered into the traffic on Lee Street. Nearly thirty minutes later, they were entering a room on the second floor overlooking I-20.

“Go ahead and fix us up a good brick. I'm going to wash some of this grime off of my ass,” she said, tossed her jacket on the bed and went into the bathroom. A few seconds later she marched back out and stood over him with her hands on her hips. She stared at him like she had some kind attitude for a moment, squinted and returned to the bathroom when he didn't respond.

He sat there considering how crazy her move was but when she didn't return, he shook his head and started on the coke. By the time she came out some fifteen minutes later, he'd cooked up four slabs and was blasting away. Afterward, he lay back chilling against the headboard.

She strolled back in the room with
rip-the-runway
flair, acting as sassy as you please with a shopping bag swinging under her arm. Smiling, she posed in front of him, rolled her eyes before she flipped her head back and went back to the bathroom rifling through the bag. He was more than a little curious but since it was obviously her show, he relaxed to enjoy the evening as it unfolded.

Seeing that glitter in her eyes, he started cutting the slabs into smaller pieces and put them in the ashtray beside the lamp. He picked up the remote and flicked channels until he found an episode of one of his favorite shows,
CSI: Miami
. He folded his hands behind his head and lay back to enjoy the show.

Fifteen minutes later, she came out strutting, smelling like a freshly picked rose, in a baby blue man's silk shirt that went past her knees. Half the way to him she popped her fingers and went back into the bathroom to get the bag. Smiling brightly, she began taking the folded clothes out of the bag and placed them on the vanity.

She sat down beside him. His attention was immediately drawn to the shirt sliding along her butter pecan-colored thighs. The thought of her being naked under the shirt made his dick jump. Her eyes lit up when she noticed the rise in his pants. She smiled sneakily and folded her legs under herself like an Indian. Then she reached across him to get the shooter and the ashtray full of rocks off of the dresser. Intentionally rolling her breasts against his chest, she felt a tingling along her arms when he sucked in his
breath from the contact. His eyes narrowed when he felt her nipples harden as she rolled back and forth on his skin.

Dirty teasing-ass bitch,
he thought when she sat back and lit up the shooter. After exhaling the intoxicating smoke, she started to eye him dreamily. Sharing three hits together in silence, he finally got up and sat on the other bed facing her.

He sat back, folded his arms across his chest, crossed his legs and slowly started gazing up and down her body, smiling. Squinting lustfully, he gently grasped her hands in his, uncrossed his legs and started kissing her fingers. He alternated kissing along one arm and then the other, working his way up to her neck

With his dick throbbing, he sat beside her and started licking around her ear. Encouraged by the low moan that escaped her parted lips, he started caressing her breasts. His warm touch brought an even louder, more intense moan. She leaned away and shifted her legs from under her, revealing her hairy pussy. The sight of her nappy-nappy and slight feminine aroma caused his dick to drool.

He gently laid her on the bed and started slowly sucking her breasts through the silk shirt. She wrapped her hands around him and started rubbing the back of his head as their breathing got heavier. He kissed and licked her trembling flesh down to each button of the shirt, opening each one deliberately slowly, one by one. He intentionally left the last one closed and started on her navel with her stomach flexing with each circular motion of his tongue.

He worked his way down, blowing warm feathery air along her inner thigh until her trembling increased. He then started back up to her neck before going back down until he got to her hairy, musky pussy mound. He started blowing hot, and then cold, air in her hairs. She responded by grinding her hips to meet his tantalizing tongue.

He got a whiff of her strawberry douche when he opened her glistening pussy lips. He blew lightly into her hole, followed by light feathery licks all around her mushy lips.

Then he worked his way back up her body, pressing his now constantly drooling dick against her hot, smooth skin. He tongue massaged one nipple and rubbed his throbbing dick at the edge of her pussy. He luxuriated in her womanly scent as she began to grind her wet pussy lips along his length. She gasped with pleasure and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and started grinding harder and harder, faster and faster, moaning louder and louder. His mind swirled enjoying the feel of her pussy muscles gobbling at his dick as she let out an even louder moan, dug her fingers deeper into his ass and leaned her head back as she nutted.
My God, this old lady is hotter than a firecracker, whew,
he thought as he slid his entire length along her pussy lips until he felt her juices soaking his hairs. She gasped with pleasure and grabbed him by the neck. She stuck her tongue deep into his mouth moaning loudly without shame as a second wave of nut erupted in her, drenching his balls and the bed.

As the feeling eased off, she moaned, “Damn, your dick feels good sliding along me like…” Her breath was taken away when he jammed himself all the way into her in one hard thrust. Her mouth flew wide open and her legs began to tremble when he lifted her thighs and placed them on his shoulders as he began to ride her clit. She started cumming all over again as he thrust high and hard, pulling his dick out to the edge of her gaping pussy and slamming it back into her squishy hole. He pounded that pussy mercilessly for about five minutes, lowered her legs and started hammerjacking it from the side.

After a couple of minutes, she clamped his dick and thigh between hers and started fucking his dick as if it was the last one she would ever have, pressing her clit hard against his pelvis. “Aaaaaah, uggggghhh,
oh baby aaaaaaah, oh my God, oh my God, so good, so good, so gooooood, oooooh, ooooooh,” she moaned wildly as she rode the feeling to the very end and flopped back on the pillow. Her passion urged him on as he grabbed her creamy soft thighs, raised them up and started thrusting anew into her now sore and aching hole. The popping, squishing sound of her sloppy wet pussy, as he pushed in and out, scorched his brain as her gripping pussy lips pushed him closer to the edge of exploding.

The pleasure in his balls got so intense that he hooked his arm around and cupped her breast with one hand, and with the other he raised her thigh until he was able to get a death grip on her waist and went berserk with pleasure. “Oh shit, o shit, goddamnit, girl, ugh ugh ugh…here it comes, baby, here comes that juice all up in your pussy. Squeeze it, baby, squeeze that dick, baby. Yeah, like that, just like that. Oh hell yeah, oh hell yeah, oh aaaaaaah ooo whew!!” He collapsed holding her in that position, rubbing and massaging her sweaty body. He left his softening dick pressed deep into her and started kissing the sweat from her neck and face.

After lying still for a couple of minutes, enjoying the aftershock, holding and caressing each other, Violet maneuvered her body to face him. With half-closed eyes she smiled the smile of a well-fucked woman and said, “My God, man, where you learn to put it on a bitch like that? Shit, I ain't got that many nuts since I was a young bitch getting my first taste of dicks.”

Getting cooed like that rubbed his maleness to its highest point as he continued caressing her, saying a bunch of nothing as he looked up at the ceiling, letting the warm wave subside.

Sighing huskily, she pressed her head under his chin and purred, “I sure do hope that you are going to be doing that there for awhile, hustler; that there was the bomb dick I've been looking for like forever.”

He stared at the ceiling for a few more minutes before kissing
the top of her head. “Girl, let me tell you something”—he paused to take a deep breath—“You have been blessed with what us dudes call the super pussy.”

He untwined his body from around hers and went to the basin, knowing she was sweating his nakedness as he checked himself out in the mirror. He turned into the bathroom smiling to himself, knowing that he had dug up in that pussy the way a bitch wanted a nigga to do.
Ain't a damn thang easy about locking a star bitch, but somebody has got to do it, might as well be little old me.
He splashed some cold water on his face, took a rag and wiped their mixed juices off of his body.

Afterwards he walked over to the bed, put his silk drawers back on, sat on the bed facing her and started fixing up their shooters. He passed her one of them and patted her on the thigh, “Come on, shawtie, I've got to go check on some of those spots to collect my money and re-up those bitches.”

She frowned slightly because she wanted to fuck some more, but she understood how it went, so she got up and went to cleanse herself as well. Smiling brightly she took the clothes off of the shelf and tossed them on the bed beside him. “Put on the one that you like the best.”

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