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like an hourglass, accentuated by a small waist. I tried not to stare

but couldn’t help it. Her cat eyes dared me. If I had to guess, I

would say she was wearing red panties. I saw the tattoo on her

right breast. It read, “ Thug Misses” in purple and red letters.

“
Wuz up?” I said and walked over and peeked out of the win-

dow into the darkness. If she saw the gun in my hand, she paid it

no attention.

Ice Cube once said, “Never trust a bitch with a fat ass and a

sexy smile.” That was a song that now held meaning to my life.

“
I thought maybe I could be of some ser vice to you.” The tim-

bre of her voice was melodious like a song.

“
Ser vice?” I quipped, thinking about how much I would pay

her to let me cut. Sex that is. With sure sophistication, I watched

as she went inside her purse and removed a Black & Mild and

freaked it on the nightstand. I continued to occasionally look out

the window and at her round thighs.

“
Papi, you pop up in town with that square-ass bitch, Hope. I

saw the date on that car tag, I also saw how she looks at you. I got

enough sense to recognize a playa. Hope is on some conscious,

intellectual bullshit, besides, she got a man,” Trina said as she

freaked the Black & Mild, talking to me like she trying to save my

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life. She continued, “You came here r unning from something. You

want to open up shop. Bleed this town for all you can get and then

get the hell out.”

She completely caught me off guard. I was now looking at her

from a totally different perspective. Her voice was laced with some

kind of accent, maybe Spanish. It dawned on me that it matched

her hypnotizing cat eyes and enchanting beauty. After she finished

with the Black & Mild she removed a blunt from her purse, bust-

ed it open with a long manicured fingernail. She placed the weed

in the blunt. Licked it while looking at me with a face that said,

“
this is how I would love to do it to you.”

“
You know that’s bad for your health,” I said for the sake of

conversation.

“
So is this town to niggas that come in here shooting people

up and selling fake dope,” she retorted, causing my mind to stag-

ger on the red alert. She had me on my toes against the ropes. My

mind racing,

how in the fuck did she know that?

She fired up the blunt with a gold lighter. I could sense that

she was amused with our cat and mouse game. She inhaled deeply

on the potent weed. It was hard to believe I was looking at a col-

lege student. What the fuck were they teaching in school?

“
I’m that bitch, Papi. Ride or die bitch.” She uncrossed her

legs and leaned back in the chair, like hot pussy on a platter. I

looked out the window again, but this time I was checking for my

own composure, trying to restrain myself. I placed the gun in my

pocket, grabbed the Hennessy off the table and drank out of the

bottle. It burned like the suspicion I had for her. I set my buttocks

on the edge of the table, ogled her luscious body as smoke curled

from pure lips making a halo around her head, giving her an

angelic appearance or perhaps a devilish one. In the fog of smoke

she said, “Nina Brown told me about your little caper.” She

smirked knowingly. I almost choked on my drink, but I should

have figured that. Talk about a small town. She had my attention.

“
You can get twenty for a brick and a grand for an ounce as

you already know.” I took another swig from the bottle, nodded

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for her to keep on talking, since she seemed to be enjoying herself.

“
My last lover is in the feds. He made over a million dollars,

mostly due to my connections. I never got credit for it.” She

stopped and took a long drag off the blunt. “I can get a brick for

ten thousand, cook it, break it down to dime rocks and make over

a hundred thousand dollars.” I whistled out loud at that. Either

she was lying, or was a bad bitch for real. She was starting to look

like a sexy dollar sign. All real hustlers recognize the potential for

making money, and in a new town, a female is always the first real

option.

She kicked off her heels, wiggled her pedicured toes in the car-

pet and yawned like a feline. I watched the swell of her breasts as

her nipples pointed skyward and her thighs spread across the chair.

Her perfect body alluring. I was fighting this urge.

She looked at the ashes on the blunt as if contemplating a

thought. And then she spoke, her cat eyes narrowing as if she

couldn’t put enough emphasis on what she was really trying to

relate to me.

“
Papi, I want to do the Bonnie and Clyde thing … you and I.

Stake some chips, get rich, leave this town. You know what I

mean?” Her voice was sultry, eyes dreamy. That black dress eased

up her thighs. I could see red lace panties, red like I imagined her

venom was. If she was poison, I was about to OD on her. No real

playa is really immune to the whims of a woman. You just go on

guts and instincts. She padded over to the radio. I watched her ass

bounce for me. She turned the radio to the college station and I

heard Hope’s voice. I got the feeling she was doing this to read me.

Just to see how much I cared for Hope. They debated, I listened,

and Trina watched me the way a woman does when she is trying

to read a man. Finally, music came on and Trina snapped out of

her reverie.

Slowly, sensuously, her body came to life. Her lower torso

grinded back and forth in a dance as if she were making love with-

out me. She eased right up close to me. Her perfume, mingled

with the weed, was like an aphrodisiac to my loins. Trina was com-

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ing on strong, strong like a woman that was sure of herself. A nim-

ble finger walked down my thigh. I could feel the heat from her

body. Trina was bold. I liked that in a woman, but under these cir-

cumstances, I was not too sure of her motives. The only thing that

I was certain of was that she set me on fire, and her passion stroked

the flames that went on to the furnace of my body. I stuck my

hand under her dress and palmed her plump ass. She was soft and

firm. I used the other hand to squeeze and spread her cheeks. I was

rewarded with a soft moan that could have passed for a purr.

“
Hey Shouty, I really ain’t into the bump and grind. Just put

a price on the damn thang and lemme hit it.”

She pulled away from me. “Why buy the cow when you can

get the milk for free, Papi?”

She then unzipped my pants, stuck her hand down my leg and

pulled out my joint. “Ooohh weee,” she droned. “You’re Mr. Big

for real, huh?” Her voice breathy. She licked my neck … my chest

…
stomach … down … down … took me in both hands, primed

her lips, stroked me and talked to me at the same time. “Papi, you

like this?” I nodded, took my hand and tried to force her head

down on me.

“
Um, um, um. I’m gonna make love to you like no woman has

ever done before.” The cadence of her voice was raspy. Her tongue

left a trail of hot saliva. Some women thought that the way to a

man’s heart was through his stomach, but Trina knew better. She

eased me into her hot mouth, slow as if savoring the taste like she

was a real head hunter. She went inch by inch. In the background

I could hear Hope on the radio. I looked down and saw her face

just as Trina deep throated me. I gasped, gulped air holding onto

the edge of the table as if it would prevent me from drowning

myself in her as her mouth went up and down masterfully as she

manipulated the juices in her mouth. I was losing control. She was

going too fast. Her hands gently caressed my balls. I groaned in

response as my hands held her head. She was moving too fast. She

was about to make me a minute man. My toes curled as I felt my

back arch. I was in that place of no return. The spoils of her vir-

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tuosity were stronger than my masculinity and she took what I

wanted to deny, at least wait. I came in jets of milky white, just as

she pulled her head away, aiming my semen on her chest.

She looked up at me and I saw something in her eyes, it was-

n’t love either. Maybe it was the same thing Samson saw in Delilah

before she cut his hair. She rubbed my juices on her erect nipples

and then my dick. I reached down and pulled her up. She wiggled

out of her dress, and then her panties. Pussy juice glistened

between her thighs. Trina had one of them bodies that just made

me want to stare. She touched herself and continued to rub her

nipples like it really turned her on. I took off my clothes like they

were on fire and we got in bed.

“
Wait, wait!” she halted. “We need a condom. A hard dick

ain’t never had a conscience.” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. There was

no way in the world I was going to ruin all this good pussy with

latex. She reached over and fumbled with her purse. I placed two

fingers inside of her, then three. She moaned like a bad song, a

silent surrender as I went deeper and stirred her passion.

“
Don’t do this … to me. I don’t have any rubbers,” she

squalled. That was her problem. I rolled on top of her, dick in

hand, like a battering ram. She resisted, and made some kind of

move with her hand, curled her spine, did some kind of leg lock

shit like they do while wrestling. It worked. She effectively put the

coochie on lock down. I bit down on her breast. “Ouch!” she

shrieked. “Please don’t do this to me,” she whimpered as she

unwrapped her legs. I found the entrance of soft silky pubic hairs.

Her eyes matched mine. She was tight and wet. The sensation felt

so good that I fought to keep control. Then she kissed me with a

fervor that almost sucked the juices out of my mouth. My hands

roamed her body. She spread her legs wider for me. She spoke in

Spanish. “Make love to me, this is your pussy.”

I was barely inside her and she began to cum. She quivered

and moaned. I went deeper. She dug her nails into my back.

“
You’re hurting me, go slow,” she stammered. She stroked my ego

and didn’t even know it. I found a rhythm, rode the wave of her

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body like she was the last woman in the world. This wasn’t mak-

ing love like what I did to Hope. We were fucking, wildly. I

plunged deeper. She made a noise like I was tor turing her. She

panted. I was in a zone, like a runner with a fast pace. Her teeth

snarled at me with an expression that she was determined to

match each one of my thrusts. Our bodies were covered in a sheen

of sweat. I was pounding so deep within her that it felt like I was

about to lose myself. She was now making enough noise to wake