them on the table. She knew it was paramount one of them remained calm or the situation would rapidly deteriorate and result in somebody named Pretty Miss Quanique getting a shoe stuck up her ass. Hope remained silent, she didn’t even consider responding. She said not a word as she carefully studied Quanique in an effort to determine her true motives. Not quite sure exactly what Quanique wanted, Hope decided to simply ask.
“So, what do you want?” Hope calmly sighed.
“What do you mean what do I want?” Quanique responded. “What do you think I want?”
“I just want to know what it’s going to take to get our original plan back on track. Somehow you have seemed to have veered off course and I’m not sure where you are headed. So, I just want to know what you need from me to fix this.”
“I’m not sure you can. The way I see it I can do one of two things. One, I can take the little bit of money you’re offering me now, give up my parental rights to my son and regret it forever, or…” She hesitated.
“Or what?” Hope asked. “Go ahead and finish. Don’t be shy now. Go ahead and say it!”
“Okay I will! Or I could tell John I’m pregnant, establish paternity and get child support until my son graduates from college. You have to admit that’s a hell of a lot more money than you’re offering me.”
“True… But Quanique who are you trying to fool? You’re not ready to settle down and you are certainly not ready to be anybody’s mother. You don’t want a baby, you’re a party girl. You know it and I know it. You want a drink right now so bad it’s killing you. I can tell because you haven’t stopped staring at mine. It’s a wonder I haven’t choked to death… With you sipping while I’m trying to swallow. God only knows what’s going on between those legs of yours right now, and we both know it is the brains of the whole operation. Poor thing… You were so certain John was going to take you somewhere and fill you full of dick! Weren’t you? Yet here you sit with me. Poor, poor, poor little thing. The back of your dress must be soaked right about now.” Hope taunted.
“Fuck you, Hope! Fuck you! You think you know me so well, but you don’t know shit about me! Who knows, if the right man came along, with the right offer, I just might be willing to play house.”
“Really? So, I suppose John is the right man? Huh?”
“Well, you of all people would have to admit he’s a hell of a good catch. He’s tall, dark, and handsome and slings a big old hard dick. Oh yeah and the money, well that’s just the cherry on top. Now that man knows how to fuck a woman and don’t even get me started about his energetic tongue. I think about that tongue every time I masturbate.”
Naturally, Hope had figured out a long time ago Quanique was just trying to bait her into giving her more money. She didn’t really want John, she just wanted more money. It was fruitless to continue to allow her to provoke her to anger. So Hope remained cucumber calm.
“You’re right. He certainly can please a woman. Although according to him he didn’t touch you today! You just stripped down and blowed him. Hell, I can’t blame him. What man could resist an eager mouth like yours?”
“You should know just how eager it is! I bet you never came so hard in your life.” Quanique smirked.
“Fuck you! You nasty ass cunt licking hoe!” Hope snapped as she grabbed a fork from the table. “I fucking hate you for what you made me do that night! Now, say another fucking word and I will fucking end you!”
An attentive waiter saw Hope with the fork and realized that the confrontation was getting a little out of hand. Hustling over to the table, he wrestled the fork from Hope’s hands. “Here Madame… Let me have this fork… It’s obviously dirty… I’ll get you another one right away. As a matter of fact, I’ll replace all of the silverware.” He cleverly masked the altercation and safely removed all
“So, what do you want?” Hope calmly sighed.
“What do you mean what do I want?” Quanique responded. “What do you think I want?”
“I just want to know what it’s going to take to get our original plan back on track. Somehow you have seemed to have veered off course and I’m not sure where you are headed. So, I just want to know what you need from me to fix this.”
“I’m not sure you can. The way I see it I can do one of two things. One, I can take the little bit of money you’re offering me now, give up my parental rights to my son and regret it forever, or…” She hesitated.
“Or what?” Hope asked. “Go ahead and finish. Don’t be shy now. Go ahead and say it!”
“Okay I will! Or I could tell John I’m pregnant, establish paternity and get child support until my son graduates from college. You have to admit that’s a hell of a lot more money than you’re offering me.”
“True… But Quanique who are you trying to fool? You’re not ready to settle down and you are certainly not ready to be anybody’s mother. You don’t want a baby, you’re a party girl. You know it and I know it. You want a drink right now so bad it’s killing you. I can tell because you haven’t stopped staring at mine. It’s a wonder I haven’t choked to death… With you sipping while I’m trying to swallow. God only knows what’s going on between those legs of yours right now, and we both know it is the brains of the whole operation. Poor thing… You were so certain John was going to take you somewhere and fill you full of dick! Weren’t you? Yet here you sit with me. Poor, poor, poor little thing. The back of your dress must be soaked right about now.” Hope taunted.
“Fuck you, Hope! Fuck you! You think you know me so well, but you don’t know shit about me! Who knows, if the right man came along, with the right offer, I just might be willing to play house.”
“Really? So, I suppose John is the right man? Huh?”
“Well, you of all people would have to admit he’s a hell of a good catch. He’s tall, dark, and handsome and slings a big old hard dick. Oh yeah and the money, well that’s just the cherry on top. Now that man knows how to fuck a woman and don’t even get me started about his energetic tongue. I think about that tongue every time I masturbate.”
Naturally, Hope had figured out a long time ago Quanique was just trying to bait her into giving her more money. She didn’t really want John, she just wanted more money. It was fruitless to continue to allow her to provoke her to anger. So Hope remained cucumber calm.
“You’re right. He certainly can please a woman. Although according to him he didn’t touch you today! You just stripped down and blowed him. Hell, I can’t blame him. What man could resist an eager mouth like yours?”
“You should know just how eager it is! I bet you never came so hard in your life.” Quanique smirked.
“Fuck you! You nasty ass cunt licking hoe!” Hope snapped as she grabbed a fork from the table. “I fucking hate you for what you made me do that night! Now, say another fucking word and I will fucking end you!”
An attentive waiter saw Hope with the fork and realized that the confrontation was getting a little out of hand. Hustling over to the table, he wrestled the fork from Hope’s hands. “Here Madame… Let me have this fork… It’s obviously dirty… I’ll get you another one right away. As a matter of fact, I’ll replace all of the silverware.” He cleverly masked the altercation and safely removed all
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