some meat on her bones. Someone worth losing my threesome virginity to. Not some skinny bitch that only wanted my man’s cock. Or fist. It’d have to be a bad bitch.
Like Nicki Minaj.
I’d let Nicki Minaj stick her tongue in my ass while Dick was balling me for sure.
“Let me ask you something,” I said.
“Okay.”
“Do you like it in the butt?”
“Uh huh.”
“Okay, when you’re you know, when your guy starts off, does it send a freaking shockwave through you and make you just lose it?”
“Like make me come?”
“Uh huh.”
“Yeah. It’s pretty good stuff, why?”
“I dunno. I think I have some fascination with getting poked in the butt.” I chuckled. “It makes me come so hard.”
“Well, graduate to getting two at once,” she said. “That? That’s as close to heaven as you’ll ever be.”
“He poked his finger in my butt while he was fucking me on Wednesday. So, that was pretty close.”
She shook her head and laughed. “It’s not the same.”
“What you fucking girls doing? I fucking fuck. Standing for the ever. Why no work? Your ethics is for shit. Fucking fuck,” Patel complained.
I glanced at the clock. “It’s ten till. We’re not open yet.”
He shook his head. “I fucking swearing.”
I shrugged. “Ten minutes is ten minutes.”
“And ten inches is ten inches,” Katie whispered.
“Amen sista.”
Patel looked up from the liquor ledger. “I swear to fuck. I should sell this bitch.”
Do us all a favor, fucktard.
“I’ll go open up,” Katie said.
“Fine with me. Hell, yesterday I made $25 bucks over the lunch rush.”
She laughed. “Thirty. But I had a big tipper.”
The instant she unlocked the door, it swung open.
Dick.
He was dressed in navy slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a black jacket. He looked like he was preparing for a photoshoot for GQ Magazine. I grinned and gave a silly wave, and then realized the only reason he would come in would be to see me.
I really liked looking at him.
“Hi,” Katie said, almost giggling as she said it. “Jess is over there.”
“Thanks,” he said.
“Hey,” I said.
“Son of bitch. Mr. Dick,” Patel shouted. “Patron?”
Dick waved. “No, just here to talk to Jess for a minute.”
Patel ran over and shook Dick’s hand like they were long lost buddies. “Nice to see you, Bro.”
Bro?
Dick patted him on the shoulder and stepped to the side. “I’ll holler at you before I go.”
“Right on,” Patel responded.
Right on? Seriously?
You fucking phony motherfucker.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.
“Working. Why?”
“Fuck. Can you get off?”
“I can, I’m sure. I had the early shift today. I normally don’t work ‘till 3:00, but today I had the 11:00 to 7:00. What time are you talking?”
“I don’t know, like maybe 5:00. It’ll give us time to rehearse everything.”
Rehearse?
“Huh? What’s going on?”
“I need you to do something for me. You wanted to know if I needed a partner, right?”
Holy shit. Being involved in criminal activities. My dream come true.
I nodded like a fat kid who’d been asked if he wanted another piece of pie. “Uh huh.”
His mouth did the smirk thing it always did. “Well, I still don’t. But. I could use some serious help tonight. It’ll take two hours, maybe a little longer. And you’ll have to lie and make it sound convincing.”
It sounded mysterious. “Okay.”
“I’ll pay you a grand.”
I could sure use the money, but I couldn’t take it from him. “I don’t want your money.”
He waved me off. “What size shoes you wear?”
“Eight.”
“And that dress the other night. What was it, a six?”
“Uh huh.”
“Bra?”
“What about it?”
He gave me a shitty glare. “Size?”
“Oh. Depends. In the Victoria’s Secret Bombshell, a 34D.”
If he was going shopping for me, I so wanted him to get me one of those bras. At $75 a pop, my lingerie drawer was void of such luxuries.
“What are
Like Nicki Minaj.
I’d let Nicki Minaj stick her tongue in my ass while Dick was balling me for sure.
“Let me ask you something,” I said.
“Okay.”
“Do you like it in the butt?”
“Uh huh.”
“Okay, when you’re you know, when your guy starts off, does it send a freaking shockwave through you and make you just lose it?”
“Like make me come?”
“Uh huh.”
“Yeah. It’s pretty good stuff, why?”
“I dunno. I think I have some fascination with getting poked in the butt.” I chuckled. “It makes me come so hard.”
“Well, graduate to getting two at once,” she said. “That? That’s as close to heaven as you’ll ever be.”
“He poked his finger in my butt while he was fucking me on Wednesday. So, that was pretty close.”
She shook her head and laughed. “It’s not the same.”
“What you fucking girls doing? I fucking fuck. Standing for the ever. Why no work? Your ethics is for shit. Fucking fuck,” Patel complained.
I glanced at the clock. “It’s ten till. We’re not open yet.”
He shook his head. “I fucking swearing.”
I shrugged. “Ten minutes is ten minutes.”
“And ten inches is ten inches,” Katie whispered.
“Amen sista.”
Patel looked up from the liquor ledger. “I swear to fuck. I should sell this bitch.”
Do us all a favor, fucktard.
“I’ll go open up,” Katie said.
“Fine with me. Hell, yesterday I made $25 bucks over the lunch rush.”
She laughed. “Thirty. But I had a big tipper.”
The instant she unlocked the door, it swung open.
Dick.
He was dressed in navy slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a black jacket. He looked like he was preparing for a photoshoot for GQ Magazine. I grinned and gave a silly wave, and then realized the only reason he would come in would be to see me.
I really liked looking at him.
“Hi,” Katie said, almost giggling as she said it. “Jess is over there.”
“Thanks,” he said.
“Hey,” I said.
“Son of bitch. Mr. Dick,” Patel shouted. “Patron?”
Dick waved. “No, just here to talk to Jess for a minute.”
Patel ran over and shook Dick’s hand like they were long lost buddies. “Nice to see you, Bro.”
Bro?
Dick patted him on the shoulder and stepped to the side. “I’ll holler at you before I go.”
“Right on,” Patel responded.
Right on? Seriously?
You fucking phony motherfucker.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.
“Working. Why?”
“Fuck. Can you get off?”
“I can, I’m sure. I had the early shift today. I normally don’t work ‘till 3:00, but today I had the 11:00 to 7:00. What time are you talking?”
“I don’t know, like maybe 5:00. It’ll give us time to rehearse everything.”
Rehearse?
“Huh? What’s going on?”
“I need you to do something for me. You wanted to know if I needed a partner, right?”
Holy shit. Being involved in criminal activities. My dream come true.
I nodded like a fat kid who’d been asked if he wanted another piece of pie. “Uh huh.”
His mouth did the smirk thing it always did. “Well, I still don’t. But. I could use some serious help tonight. It’ll take two hours, maybe a little longer. And you’ll have to lie and make it sound convincing.”
It sounded mysterious. “Okay.”
“I’ll pay you a grand.”
I could sure use the money, but I couldn’t take it from him. “I don’t want your money.”
He waved me off. “What size shoes you wear?”
“Eight.”
“And that dress the other night. What was it, a six?”
“Uh huh.”
“Bra?”
“What about it?”
He gave me a shitty glare. “Size?”
“Oh. Depends. In the Victoria’s Secret Bombshell, a 34D.”
If he was going shopping for me, I so wanted him to get me one of those bras. At $75 a pop, my lingerie drawer was void of such luxuries.
“What are
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