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The Pussy Pounders Volume 1 ( A Novella )

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Copyright © 2012 By Candace
Mumford and A.N.C. Media Publishing

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of fiction. The names,characters,places and incidents contained
within this body of work are not related to or portraying anyone
living or dead. Any similarities are purely
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The

Pussy Pounders

Volume 1

The Crew

 

Cortez pulled into the
driveway of Toni's townhouse. Parked and walked quickly
inside.
I'm letting her ass know
today
I need a break from
these damn white women!
Cortez thought
walking into the kitchen where the other members of the Pussy
Pounders were gathered.


It's about time you got
here! Why are you
always
the one late?” Toni asked exasperated.


Look,I was finishing up
with Lana. Besides if you know I'm always late, you should be
working that into the meeting and already expect it to start thirty
minutes later. There
is
such a thing as Mexican people time. Black people don't have
that shit on lock. I couldn't wait to get my ass over either
either....no more white women for me.” Cortez said walking to the
refrigerator and grabbing a Sprite.

Toni almost choked on her drink
laughing.


What do you mean no more
white women Cortez?” Toni asked. Adam and Sean looked bewildered
though they already knew, with Cortez anything was liable to come
out of his mouth at any given time.


I mean just what I said
Toni. I don't think you understand what I go through. Every time I
get over there they want me to talk Spanish to their ass and all
types of bullshit. Besides I think that's kinda like
discrimination!I ain’t over there for that bullshit! Do you want me
to fuck you or not? I mean damn, I'm Mexican but shit what the fuck
I need to speak Spanish to your white ass for? It ain’t like they
can speak back! When I do say fuck it and go ahead and kick a
little Spanish to their ass they can't say a damn thing beyond “
Si' Cortez! Si' Cortez!” I mean, I don't care about making them
feel special or no shit like that. It goes with the territory,but I
ain’t trying to act like I'm your damn pool boy. Like I just crept
over the border to fuck them. Whispering some Spanish shit in these
broads ears! Who the fuck you think I am? The cabana boy? Ricky
Martin? Shit Ricky can't fuck you like I do. Besides... he likes
men! Lana? That damn Lana takes the cake! My nerves can't take her
anymore. I know she's a good client. Pays well, tips
damn
good and I
know
she sends referrals
our way but I have my limit. Lana reached her limit with me about
three fucks ago.

It's
always
the white women who want that.
I need a damn break. Fuck that. If she ain’t
Hispanic,Asian,Black....hell find me an Eskimo anything other than
a White woman ...you call one of these other two!” Cortez said
pointing to Adam and Sean.

The room was totally quite for a few
minutes before they all burst out laughing.


I'm laughing but I'm
serious as hell. I'm on a white woman break for now.” Cortez
said.


I'll take em'” Sean
said.


Ummhmm. It's figures.
You're going to play the big black buck I see.” Toni said with a
smirk on her face.


Shit y'all can kiss my
ass. I'm trying to pay this Porsche off.” Sean said laughing. “ As
long as they're paying and tipping me good... my black ass will
pick up a Rosetta Stone program
tonight
and start working on my damn
Spanish! Imma tell they ass I'm Dominican...or from Brazil or some
shit.”


Whatever. Cortez please let
me know when you're off
hiatus
because you know full well, you have women
who
only
want you.
I'll be sure to send Lana, Sean or Adams way for the next couple of
appointments. That’s if she wants them since she only uses you!
Maybe she'll forget about you. I’ll bet you appreciate her white
ass and then some... as much money as she drops on your brown ass
every week!
Shit
.
You have a lot of nerve! You guys need to realize the clients we
have are
not
random
women off the street. Half of these women are married to men who
are in the corporate world, and have high paying jobs to support
their wives little Pussy Pounder habits. The other half are women
of means themselves who don't want to be bothered supporting a
boy-toy...so they've decided to
pay
for one as needed and send their ass on home. They
just want the steady sex they aren't getting at home. They don't
want or need sex from three different men. They want it from
one
man...their husbands
preferably in most cases...since that's not working out for
whatever the reason,one of you will do. So will you
please,
please
keep that in mind when you're turning down two
thousand dollars for two hours of your time....
Papi,
she said turning to look at
Cortez.

So here's what I'll do. If they're new,
I'll schedule them between Adam and Sean but when your money is
short,don't twist your lips to ask me why...you already know OK?”
Toni said rolling her eyes at him.


I know Toni
damn
!”


Well you should already
know I'm going to remind you...the last time you pulled this same
stunt you were complaining when it was time to get paid! You're a
fucking mess you know that? The last time you were on a two week
break from the sistas! Then it was Mexican women were too demanding
you needed a break from them. I swear to God Cortez out of all
three of you...you're the only one that is
truly
made for this because you love
switching your women up!”


I know Toni! My dick and I
need a mental health break...give me two weeks and it's white women
on deck but not right now. White pussy is as good as any in my
book. The only thing that separates any of you women is attitude,
y'all
all
talk the
same shit just different ways. So when I need a break, I need a
break! You didn't make any food? No snacks?” Cortez said smiling
and rubbing his stomach.


Who do you think I am
Cortez? Your maid? No I didn't cook!”


I think you're my baby
sis!” Cortez said grabbing her into a hug, “ Who doesn't want her
brother to be hungry.” Cortez said laughing.


Stop it!” Toni said
laughing. “ Get the menus out with your hungry ass, we'll order in
some dinner.

OK. Well you guys what can I
say? Y'all make it happen. The referrals are off the chain.
Business is booming just keep doing what you do. Always and I do
mean
always
stay
safe. Also it's been ninety days so we're going to switch our
hotels around for security OK? We're at the Hilton now. Remember to
always practice the code if you ever think something isn't right,”
Toni said looking at all three of them.


All of your condoms are
stocked up here and I also set bags aside for each of you to keep
in your cars. No one has an excuse not to use a condom at all
times.” I said looking into my families eyes. We were one crazy
bunch but we all loved each other like no other. None of us being
born to a family that loved or cared about us. Though life has it's
way of throwing people in your path exactly when you need them and
me Antoinette Nichols, and more widely known as Toni, the sole
female member of the Pussy Pounders in title.....not action
and
definitely
by
default. Need these three men Adam,Cortez and Sean ,like I need air
to breath. They're the only family I have in this world.

 

Everyone that met us wanted
to know the deal on why we were so close. I guess from the outside
looking in you might wonder. Me, Toni the one lone female with the
inside scoop on three gorgeous men. Hell let's be clear here. I'm
drop dead fine my damn self! 5'6 130 pounds of nothing but curves.
My caramel complexion is flawless,bouncing healthy shoulder length
hair and I'm not ashamed to say that with my regular therapy
sessions the last six months, my attitude is slowly but surely
improving. A sista like me
is
trying to work on my abandonment issues. After
all, I'm only twenty-one years old but the kind of life I've lived
, the things I saw growing up are enough to scar the strongest of
people. I'm just thankful to God for sending me the three men I
could totally be myself around,brothers and friends. Despite the
circumstances of our meeting,I wouldn't change a thing about my
relationships with any of them...well except one.

All four of us are beautiful people
inside and out but flawed. It's what drew us to one another
though.

Me the daughter of a pimp
and a prostitute. My mother checked out on me in more ways than one
early on. Hell to be honest she was already the walking dead before
she actually died with all the drug use and prostituting her body.
How the hell do you have a baby with the man who is pimping you and
think you're special? Hell if that was the case there were a whole
lot of ho's who thought they were special because she wasn't the
only one. There's no telling how many half brothers and sisters I
have running around town. Eventually she picked up the wrong one
and after he screwed her he slit her throat. Into the foster care
system I went. I was twelve years old. Oddly enough despite my
environment, I was fairly sheltered when I went into the system. I
think sometimes being an innocent child being raised up around a
bunch of women whose lives had basically turned to shit, made them
have a soft spot for me. They wanted
someone
around them to stay pure,hold
on to what for most of them had been taken without their consent.
Most of them had children themselves who had already been either
left behind by them or taken away by the state. They protected me
from the vultures that came circling, smelling fresh meat as I was
approaching womanhood. So when my mother was killed and I could no
longer depend on the protection of my father...not that he ever
offered much of it anyway. Hell they way he would look at me
sometimes I think most of them were protecting me from him,one of
my dad's whores called social services to come get me. It’s hard to
believe, but I exchanged one set of problems for another. No one
wants a twelve year old with an attitude problem. Adoption? Out of
the question. Even though I was an innocent child, in many
prospective parents eyes I was already damaged goods. I came from a
seedy background, I was already almost too old for anyone to
raise...which is a fucking misconception to me anyways
and
I was black. So even
though I went in the system fairly innocent. I can't say the same
for when I came out. I bounced around to eight foster homes before
I was placed in Mrs. Wyatt’s home. Eight foster homes because I
refused to give myself to the perverted husbands and some of the
boys in those homes. I lived in a house full of hookers and never
worried about where my next meal was coming from,hell I had to
worry about that shit in foster care...and they got paid money to
feed me. I swear if people truly understood what a nightmare foster
care was for kids they'd make some serious changes. They do know
though, people just don't give a damn. The longest foster home I
was in before aging out of the system was Mrs. Wyatt, she was a
true diamond in the rough. It's also where I met the guys. I think
she's a woman that lucky for all of us came into our lives at a
crucial time to have
some
life-changing impact on us. Though we didn't leave
her home perfect by any means. We were all messed up before we got
to her.

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