Mirror
Jenifer Latrice
JENIFER LATRICE PRODUCTIONS
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This book is dedicated to the girl and woman who has felt like she wasn’t beautiful
or worthy of deserving the best. You don’t need to look like the girls in the magazine or TV screen, to be beautiful. The truth is, most of those images you see on a magazine are Photoshopped. Don’t be fooled about what beauty truly is. Beauty starts from the inside and works its way out. You are a wonderful creation of God. Don’t settle for less than you deserve.
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Sistah, I come to tell you that you are beautiful and you are priceless. You are worth more than just a booty call. Wrap your arms around yourself and give you a hug. Look in the mirror with confidence and know that you are beautiful. Say it loud and say it proud: “I am beautiful.”
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to everyone who encouraged and inspired me along my journey. I thank each of you from the depth of my soul. God has placed so many wonderful people in my life that I can grow with, learn from, and teach. When I didn’t feel like writing anymore, you told me, “Girl, stop playing. You better finish that book. It’s a must read.”
Dreams really do and can come true. Allow no one and nothing to stand in your way of reaching and pulling down the stars. Keep praying, keep reaching, and it shall all come to pass.
Chapter 1
Party Line
Straight fucking. That’s all it ever was. I figured the more I gave him sex the more he would want me. After all those long nights on my back, it didn’t matter how many times we would fuck because I would never have all of him. I would never have his heart. I would never be anything more to him than a piece of ass. Looking back, I was so naive.
But wait. Let me just tell it to you from the beginning. This is what happened.
My friend Trina introduced me to a thing called the Party Line. It’s a telephone dating service. You create a profile and chat with others. It’s basically another way of finding some ass over the phone.
“You’ve reached the Party Line.”
I waited.
“To create a profile, press one.”
I wondered what I was getting myself into, but I stayed on the line.
“To browse other members’ profiles, press two. To skip, press three. Press four to leave a message and five to direct chat.”
I pressed two.
“Yo, this is Chocolate Thunder. Six-four, two hundred and thirty-four pounds, dark skin, bald head, twenty- seven years old. I’m looking for a beautiful lady to have a great time with, if you know what I mean.”
Still curious, I pressed three to skip to the next member.
“This is Chris, an attractive man, twenty-eight. I live in Los Angeles. I’m looking for a lady to chat with and if this is you, chat with me.”
I’m sold on some good conversation, so I set up my profile.
I cleared my throat. “My name is Maya. I’m 18 years old, brown-skinned, weigh about 180. Yes baby, I’m thicker than a Snicker and I have all the caramel in the right places. So if you want to get to know me, press four and leave me a message.”
Hell I just knew I was grown, and nobody could tell me anything. I was looking to meet someone and have a great time.
My mind went back to Chocolate Thunder.
He sounds finer than a muthafucka. Fuck the message, I want to hear his voice. I pressed five.
“Please hold. You are being connected to Chocolate Thunder.”
Now if he sounds as good as his description, he can have that good time he is looking for tonight.
The deepest manly voice interrupted my thought.
“Maya,” he said.
“Chocolate Thunder.”
Damn his voice was just as sexy as he described himself. It made my pussy wet.
“Maya, where you stay?”
“I live in L.A, you?” I said in my sexiest voice.
“I live in L.A., too!”
My wetness grew with every word he uttered.
“You want to have a good time tonight, Maya?”
“I sure do,” I replied.
Hell, I was ready to get it on. I was ready for thunder and lightning to strike.
“What’s your address?” Chocolate Thunder asked.
“I don’t give out my address, but I will meet you at the Rocket Burger joint on King and Main,” I said. “I can be there in 30 minutes.”
That’s more than enough time to look through my closet and find something to wear.
“Thirty minutes it is,” he said. “I will be in a black truck.”
Suddenly it hit me. Thirty minutes? That’s not enough time to get beautiful, not like I wanted, anyway. But I couldn’t change the meet-up time now.
“Okay,” I said, eyeing the clock. 1:30 in the morning. “See you in thirty minutes.”
As we hung up, I received a message from another guy.
“Aye, Maya this is Big Charlie,” he said. “Just wondering if my big Charlie can get wet tonight.”
Not tonight, Big Charlie. Got plans. Click!
I hung up the phone so fast and raced to my closet. What can I wear to make me beautiful? I glanced at the clock. Twenty-seven minutes. Damn!
I so hate rushing. I caught a glimpse of my black mini skirt, something I’ve not worn since high school. I grabbed it from the hanger.
Now all I need is a shirt.
Twenty-five minutes!
I grabbed the first shirt I could find, a purple V-neck that showed off my breasts. With these 36 D’s in his face, he won’t be worried about my beauty.
I made a fast break to the shower, getting my warm and wet spot. Now if he looks as good as he described or even sounds, then we are fucking tonight.
With ten minutes left, I threw on my clothes and raced out the door. I quickly began walking down the street, arriving at Rocket Burger with one minute to spare.
I stood near the building, waiting. I quickly glanced up at every guy who approached, wondering if my date had arrived. Each time, I was disappointed, as most didn’t even look my way.
“Man, it is cold out here,” I muttered under my breath, as I hopped from one foot to the other. I was in such a hurry when I left that I didn’t even grab my jacket and since I didn’t drive I had to stand in the cold, looking at my watch. It was 2:19 a.m. Still no sign of Chocolate Thunder or his truck.
Man, fuck this shit! I rushed out the house for bullshit. I glanced around the parking lot once more. He got five more minutes and I’m out. Before I could finish my thought, I saw a black Ford truck with black tinted windows pull up on 24-inch rims. By the sound of it, he had a major beat going on. I could feel the ground move. That truck is the shit.
As he got closer to me, I could see a slight shadow but I still could not make out his features.
I will be every bitch’s envy, rolling up in the passenger seat in this kind of truck. As he drove up, his music got lower and his window came down.
“Maya, get in,” he said.
I hesitated just a bit. I need to see your face. He must have read my mind, because he parked right underneath light. Damn! He is fine. I mean fine. Chocolate, bald head, nice body. I jumped my ass in the truck!
If he wanted a good time tonight, I was all for it.
“Maya, sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said. “I had to make a stop.”
By the looks of it, his stop was the liquor store. He had a half-empty bottle of Patrón on the floor and as he spoke, I could tell he just downed some.
“Do you drink, Maya?”
“Yes.”
“Help yourself,” he said, checking me out. I guess I passed the test, because he gave a little smile. “I have some Patron somewhere down there on the floor. I don’t have any cups, so you’re just going to have to down it.”
Patrón, and a fine ass dude with a bomb ass truck. This night is perfect. I drank straight from the bottle. It seemed like the more I drank, the more relaxed I got.
“Are you ready to have a good time?” I heard him ask as he rolled up the windows.
My body was screaming and I voiced what it was saying, “Yes.” By the looks of it Chocolate Thunder, was ready, too. He had his 8-inch thick, and when I say thick, I mean thick dick full erect out!
I was mesmerized as he stroked and caressed it. I just stared. I’ve never seen anything that big ever, not even in my sex education class.
“Don’t be scared, Maya,” he said. “It won’t bite. I just want to introduce you to why I call myself Chocolate Thunder. Come on. Touch it. Play with it.”
That Patrón got me feeling right. Got me feeling bold, like I can take on anything. I’ve come this far. I can’t chicken out now.
“I’m not scared,” I said quickly. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it. The question is, can you handle me?”
I spit in my hands, and gripped his dick firmly and began to stroke it in an upward motion, up and down, round and round. I leaned my head into his crotch and began to swallow it whole, stroking it up and down. I began to taste something almost like aspirin. I didn’t want to stop before I made him moan like a bitch, and 15 minutes later he came and moaned like the biggest bitch there was.
“Damn, you got skills, girl. I’m going to have to keep you around. You can suck one hell of a dick. You can make a grown man sound like a whip… here’s a napkin. Wipe your mouth and chin.”
All Chocolate Thunder could say was damn, you one bad bitch. I always knew I was good at sucking dick. I got plenty of practice with… well I will save that for later.
Chocolate Thunder leaned over and started kissing my neck, making his way down to my erect nipples, biting, sucking, kissing, caressing with his tongue. With each lick tagged team a bite, and with each bite I got wetter and wetter. I moaned, squeezing my pelvis, waiting for his point A to meet my point B.
I made my way into his lap, returning the kisses gently, grinding on his thick thunder whispering in his ear, “I’m going to fuck you like you never been fucked before.”
“Prove it,” he said with a sly grin.
I reached in his pants, and with a firm grip I stroked it up and down. I rose off him a few inches, then squatted down to insert him inside of me. He immediately came, for the second time.
His fingers followed the trail of my thongs, reaching the warmth of my body. Two fingers slid in and out… in and out… He leaned his 6’2” body over and stuck his 5 inches of tongue in between my thighs, moving over my black-laced thong with his teeth.
I melted once again under his touch. He knew just where to go. He needed no compass, no directions. He found my clit and licked and licked, with the occasional gentle bite.
He was there in pussyville for about a good thirty minutes. I swear I nutted back to back to back to back. My legs began to shake, my body got weak. Damn, he can eat some good pussy.
“Maya, how ya like that?”
I heard his voice from somewhere far away. But I wasn’t going to let him know he got to me like that. “It was cool,” I said, with a shrug.
I handed his ass the same napkin he passed to me.
That night was the first of many Chocolate Thunder and I shared. Hell, I didn’t ask him his real name until about four months later. His name is Marcus, but Thunder is what I called him.
•
I couldn’t wait to tell Trina.
Trina, she kind of reminds me of myself. Young, thick, dark brown. She’d hook up with someone from the Party Line in a second. So I figured she would understand, that she wouldn’t judge me. I thought she’d give me my props. After all, she’s told me some outrageous stories – including the one about the threesome she had.
Ring, ring, ring.
Damn, I wish this heffa would pick up the phone.
“Hello…”
“Hey, Trina, girl what is up with your voice?” I asked. “You sound like you coming down with something. What you been putting in your mouth?”
“Chick shut up!”
“Ha haha haha,” I laughed but it quickly passed as I got to the point of my call. “I gotta tell you the number you gave me to the Party Line, well I called it and met this fine dude.”
“What’s his name?”
“Chocolate Thunder,” I said and just uttering his name sent a shiver through my body.
I heard her repeat the name, sounding almost like an echo in the background. I continued. “He wanted a good time, and that’s just what we had in his black Ford truck.”
I expected to hear some reaction, but all I heard was silence.
“Hello, Trina, you there?”
“Yeah, I mean here!”
“He got the thickest dick I have ever seen. It was the size of two cucumbers and did I mention, he could eat the pussy damn good! But girl, I can’t wait to call back.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m curious to see what else is out there for me to try.”
Trina finally shared her thoughts. “
Maya, girl please just be careful,” she said. “Not every guy you meet off of there is going to be fine.”
“Chick stop hating!” I waved her off. “I can tell in his voice if he is fine or not. I’m not worried.”
The conversation wasn’t going exactly as I had envisioned, so I was ready to get off. “Girl get your rest. Your voice sounds horrible.”
Right as I got off the phone with Trina, my phone rang again. She must be calling back.
I snatched up the phone. “Trina!”
“Hello, Maya.”
I know Trina’s voice is hoarse, but this is too damn deep.
“This is Chocolate Thunder,” he said.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“If you’re not busy, I wanted to invite you over,” he said.
“Where you live?”
“I live in Long Beach,” he said.
“LOOOOOONG BEEEACH,” I said in a low and slow drawl.
“Is that a problem for you?”
“Umm, no, it’s not,” I said quickly. Inside, though, I was calculating the trip.
That’s like three buses and a train away. But hell, he had that good dick.
“What time do you think you will be over?”
I looked at my watch. Damn, it’s already 2 in the afternoon. “Hmm, I can be there by 3:30.”
“Okay, that’s great,” he said.
He gave me his address, and I quickly got off the phone. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to continue where we left off. Hell, I was ready to pick up where we left off, too.
Once again I made a dash to my closet, going crazy, tossing clothes up left and right. For some reason, everything I tried on, didn’t look right. Fuck it, I just won’t wear anything but a bra and a thong, and throw my long coat on.
That would certainly get his attention.
It didn’t even cross my mind that I was going to get on two buses and a train with nothing on but a bra, thong, and a coat. And to be honest I didn’t care.
Chapter 2
Thunder and Lightning
An hour and a half later, I reached his place. My red pumps clicked on the pavement as I strutted from the train station to his place. By the time I arrived at his door, though, the strut had turned into a tiny bit of a limp. My sexy shoes were killing my feet.
He opened the door slowly. He looked just like I remembered: A fine muthafucka, all of 6’2. I could tell his ass drank milk growing up.
“Come in,” he said, stepping aside.
I quickly scoped out the place as I made my way inside. By the looks of it, Chocolate Thunder was a baller. I saw big screens, leather couches.
“You want a shot?”
“What ya got?”
“I got Patrón.”
“Hell, yeah I want a shot!”
Patrón was my friend. Anytime I needed courage, a few shots of it gave me all the courage I needed.
He handed me a glass. Chocolate and I began to down shot after shot after shot. Hell, I lost count after four.
“Damn, it’s getting hot in here,” I said, tugging at the collar of my jacket.
He nodded. “Take off your jacket and make yourself comfortable,” he replied. As I stood up to take off the jacket, I could feel myself wobbling and stumbling, barely able to hold myself up.
“Here let me help you with that jacket.”
He knew I was too fucked up to do anything myself.
He slowly took off my jacket, planting warm, wet kisses on my neck. The jacket dropped to the floor. His kisses became more aggressive. He made his way to my bra and planted kisses on my back. His tongue glided down my spine and my bra hit the floor. He turned me to him and picked my ass up. He placed me against the wall while my legs were wrapped around his waist. He took my breast in his mouth as if he was eating some Popeye’s chicken. He licked and licked and sucked while squeezing the other. Hell, I was wetter than wet. I could feel the juices flow down my leg.
I unfastened his belt buckle and pulled out his hard, fully erect dick. He was dripping wet. This was the perfect time to ride the shit out of his dick. I placed my fingers between my legs. With the other hand, I held his dick. I rose up just a little to insert it I began to bounce and grind, bounce and grind.
“You got that good pussy,” he growled and gripped me tighter. His breathing was getting harder and harder. I rode that shit as if riding a bull in the damn rodeo.
He laid me on the couch after about 20 minutes. He spread my legs. His ass landed in pussyville.
I had a quick flashback to the night in the truck and immediately came.
Thunder was so damn aggressive when it came to eating pussy. He had his tongue all up in it. I couldn’t hold back my moans like I did before while in the truck. I moaned and gripped his head. My body became warm and tingly. My legs began to shake and got weak. I came for the second time in five minutes.
He finally lifted his head for air, scooping my ass up, and placing my legs around his shoulders as he stood up with my wet pussy turned toward his face. All I could do was bite my lips. He planted his face right in the middle of pussy and dived right back in with his tongue again while my legs and hips sat on his shoulders.
“Damn!”
I came for the third time.
I climbed down that ladder of thunder, making my way to his weak spot that was just dripping wet. I figured I would return the favor. I gripped his dick and just played with it. . I got down on both knees and took all of him. I could feel his dick hit the back of my throat.
“This shit is good,” he moaned.
I had plenty of practice sucking dick when I was a teen.
My mind went back to my first lessons in dick sucking. My neighbor had a teenager son who would always come over. He was seventeen and I was only thirteen. One day while playing video games, he asked if I had a boyfriend. I said, “No!”
“That’s because you don’t suck dick,” he said. “If you want a boy to like you, you have to be able to suck a dick, and suck it good.”
He said I could practice on him; that he didn’t mind. I didn’t know he was just telling me this to get some head. I believed him. So every day after school, I would go over to his house and practice. A lot of the times, he would tell me that I wasn’t doing it right. So I would have to practice longer some days than others.
“Don’t tell anybody about this,” he told me. “They will just laugh at you because you don’t know how to suck dick.”
I practiced five days a week. After seven months of practices I was a pro. The last day of practice, he told me that day was graduation. While sucking his dick for the last time, he didn’t tell me to stop and move, like he usually did. That day he began to make this facial expression as if he was building up tension, waiting to release and sure enough, while his dick was in my mouth I felt a warm wet sensation. Some white shit just came running out of his dick.
“Congratulation, now you’re a pro,” he said. “All the boys will like you.”
Yeah, he was right. All the boys did like me.
But I couldn’t think about that now. I was putting my training to good use.
Thunder’s facial expression was priceless. His eyes were rolling back in his head and I could tell he was about to burst. He had that same look on his face that my neighbor’s son had. His breathing got heavier and heavier. “Uhhhh!” he said as he nutted.
He looked at me in amazement. “Damn, Maya.”
I stifled a smile.
“Yo ass got skills.”
I know.
I was still fucked up from all those damn Patrón shots.
“You make a nigga want to roll up a joint,” he said, flipping over.
And that, he did. He rolled up a joint and lit a match.
“You want to hit this?”
I had never smoked weed before, but I gripped the joint like I had seen so many others do, grabbing it with my thumb and index finger. I took a deep breath in and began to choke.
Thunder laughed. “Aye, you ain’t never smoked weed before, Maya?”
I shook my head, still trying to clear my airway.
“Well, let me teach you,” he said.
Smoking sure looked a lot easier when others were doing it. I coughed one last time.
“Place the joint to your lips and take a deep breath,” he said.
That’s what I just did.
After a few tries, eventually I got the hang of it. I was hitting the joint like a pro. I even got so good that I blew the smoke out my nose.
We smoked about three joints in the hour. I was so fucked up I could barely walk. Not only was I introduced to the Party Line, I was introduced to weed all within the same week. I ended up spending the night with Thunder. We had sex all night long. When I finally closed my eyes, it was around 6 a.m. When I did finally wake up, it was 8 o’clock that night. I woke up with the worst hangover. Just like the night before, I slept over and we smoked, drank, and had sex all night.
It never occurred to we that we didn’t use a condom, and he didn’t pull out. But with the Patrón in my system and my new passion for weed, it didn’t even matter.
Thunder must have been a Doe boy. A Doe boy is a guy with large stacks of money from selling drugs. I couldn’t help but notice the large stacks of money as I opened the drawer to get something out for him. Damn, I thought to myself, I need to get some of that. But I thought twice about touching his shit when I saw the gun right underneath his large stacks. I won’t be fucking with his shit, and that’s for certain.
“Thunder, so how can I make big money like this?”
“You don’t want to get involved in what I do,” he said. “It’s too dangerous.”
“Shit, I ain’t scared,” I shot back.
He chuckled. “Oh so now you want to be all big and bad… Like you all tough.”
“I’m saying I’m not no punk,” I said. “I’ve been through some shit in my life, so being tough ain’t nothing new for me.”
Thunder chuckled again.
“So you think it’s funny?”
With a straight face, he looked at me and said, “Yes, I do.”
“Fuck it then, I will do my own shit and get paid,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.
“Maya, calm your ass down,” he said. He held out a joint “Here hit this blunt.”
I looked over at him and chuckled to myself. Even though I was just introduced to chronic, it was the perfect thing to occupy my mouth.
I inhaled and took my time exhaling, wanting to get every feeling of this joint. I didn’t want any of the smoke to escape before reaching my lungs.
He taught me the rotation of puff, puff, pass. I held the blunt just a little too long. “Damn, Maya, you can’t fuck up the rotation,” he said. “People don’t play when it comes to fucking up the rotation. They will beat your ass. Remember puff, puff, pass.”
I must have been pure comedy to him, because he could not stop laughing at me.
“What the fuck is so funny?”
“You,” he said, with another chuckle.
“Whatever,” I said, as I handed the blunt back to him. “Take your hits and pass that shit back. Just like you told me: Don’t fuck up the rotation.”
He took it from me and puffed.
“Tell me about the different types of weed.”
“Why?” he said. “You barely know how to smoke the shit!”
“Damn, I can’t just be curious?” I said.
I didn’t want to let him off the hook. “So you going to tell me or what?”
“Just so happens, when it comes to weed, I can preach on it,” he said. “I know everything there is to know about it — where it comes from, the different types, the shit that will get you fucked up. I got my PhD in Weedology.”
He passed the blunt back to me. I took a puff.
He continued.
“Well you got a few different types of weed. There is Afghani, that’s considered to be the best. Then there’s Kush, you can grow that shit inside the house. Purple Haze and Red Dawn and chronic. They say the shit ain’t good for you, but that shit comes from the earth, Mother Nature. It’s healthier than the fucking water we drink nowadays.”
I interrupted his lecture with a laugh. “It just dawned on me what you said. You got a PhD in Weedology? That’s some funny shit.”
Before he could comment, my stomach growled.
“You got something to eat?”
“Looks like someone got the munchies,” he said.
“What you talking about, the munchies?”
“Looks like I got to school yo ass again,” he said. “Munchies is what you have after smoking some good ass weed.”
He was high too, and his bright red eyes showed it. He gave a half wave. “Yeah, I got some food in the kitchen, go fix us up some shit,” he said.
Hell, I didn’t know how to cook, but I knew I was going to fix something. I got out the bed asshole naked. I didn’t even try to hide my out-of-shape body. The weed had me feeling like I had the best body in the damn world. And for a moment, I pretended to be a model. I strutted my thickness, hands on my hips down the hallway down to the kitchen. I imagined the sunlight that beamed through the hallway was my spotlight and I was there to steal the show from the skinny bitches.
I walked in front of a mirror and paused. I didn’t see the reflection of the runway model I was pretending to be. I just stared at the woman looking back at me, not quite sure how to explain my naked thickness.
I never thought I was pretty. I was always called names at school. And if it wasn’t the kids in school, it was my mother when she got drunk. She would say, “You sho’ is ugly,” and laugh it off as she drank some more. Even though this all happened when I was much younger it still affected me on that day as I stood in front of the mirror, wishing I could see the woman I pretended to be.
“What’s taking you so long to fix us something to eat?” Thunder yelled from the bedroom, interrupting my thoughts. I glanced back and saw a patch of smoke in the air that looked like a cloud.
“Hold on!” I yelled back and made my way to the refrigerator. Jackpot, food! It wasn’t very much but we had to make do. I grabbed some chips, some cookies, and a soda and headed back.
“What took you so long?” he said as I stepped into the room.
“I had to find us something to eat,” I said.
He took another puff before he leaned to put the blunt out in the ashtray
“Let me hit!” I yelled out.
He cut his eyes at me and shook his head. “You never want to smoke a roach. It will burn your lips.”
“Roaches? I don’t smoke roaches.”
Thunder couldn’t resist the laughter.
“What are you laughing at?” I wanted to know. Seemed like every time I said something, he had to crack a smile.
“You have so much to learn about smoking weed,” he said. “A roach is the end bud of the blunt.”
“Well that’s all you had to say, damn it,” I said. “You making everything so complicated.”
“Maya, you fucking up my high.”
He grabbed the bag of chips out of my hands. “Let’s watch some T.V.”
He flipped through channel after channel, until he came across the old-school cartoon, Tom & Jerry. I never laughed so hard in my life while watching a cartoon. For some reason, I would like to think that weed had something to do with my humor.
I looked at the time on the cable box. “Damn, it’s 5:30! I got to get going, get back home. I’ve been here two days.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” he said, taking a swig of soda.
“No, it’s not a bad thing,” I said. “I just have some things I have to take care of.”
“Like what?”
“Damn, you all up in my business!”
“Shit, well maybe I can help you,” he said.
I stretched. “I need to go look for a job. I’m down to my last hundred dollars.”
“Well, it’s too late for you to look for a job today. It’s damn near 6 p.m.,” he said. “But I will take you to a few places tomorrow.”
I leaned over and gave him a hug. “Thank you.”
It felt weird, hearing someone offering to help me. I smiled.
“Thunder, I need a shirt to put on,” I said.
“Look in the bottom drawer.”
I got out of the bed and made my way to the shower. A long, hot shower was what I needed. My body felt sticky and sweaty. I needed to cool off some.
Five minutes into the shower, Thunder came into the bathroom. He pulled back the curtain. “I want to join you,” he said, making his way in.
He stood behind me and began to wash my back, playing with my hair.
“That feels so good,” I said.
He then began to kiss my neck, while grabbing both breasts. The shower water just rained on us, making us wetter and wetter. I bit my bottom lip to try to stifle the moans, but they came anyway.
He turned me around to face him and gave me a long, passionate kiss. Thunder picked me up and turned me around, placing me against the shower wall. He inserted himself inside me. As he pumped, the water splashed against the wall. So this is what sex in the shower feels like, I mused. He pumped and pumped and I moaned and moaned and moaned. This sex was very different from the other sex I had experienced with him. This felt more personal, not just fucking sex.
I reached to stroke him, but he wouldn’t let me. “Tonight, just let me please you,” he said, picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.
He gently placed me on the bed, opening my legs in one smooth move. He dived right on in with his tongue. He could pinpoint the spot each and every time — even with his eyes closed, I bet. It felt good each and every time. I came.
Thunder paused for a second, then got up and grabbed another blunt. “Here, let this occupy your mouth while I continue to give the best head of your life,” he said.
I did as he instructed and let the feelings overtake me. It wasn’t long before I came again. Head and a blunt are a perfect combination. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
Thirty minutes later, Thunder decided to come and lie in the bed next to me, taking the blunt from me and hitting it himself. I was higher than high. And Thunder was ready to catch up. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep. But right when I was about to get into that deep sleep, I felt him moving my shoulder.
“Aye, Maya.”
“Huh?” I didn’t feel like moving a single muscle.
I looked over at the clock and realized morning had arrived.
“You said you wanted to make some money, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Well, I got a way we both can get paid.”
I immediately woke up completely. I sat up. I was all about making money.
“Have you ever turned a trick?”
“A trick? What the hell is a trick?”
“You give up the pussy, for cash.”
Hell, I was all for it. I needed the money. Besides, I had been on my back plenty of times. I might as well get paid.
“I’m with that,” I said with a nod.
“Get yo stuff so I can drop you off,” he said, climbing out of the bed. I bounced up also, grabbed my coat, and quickly pulled it on. I was ready to make my money.
He drove me home. When he pulled up at my place, he called out to me as I climbed from his truck. “Be ready by 10 tonight.”
I made my way into the apartment.
I was ready to do this.
That night, I flipped through my closet. I wasn’t sure what to wear, but I knew it had to be sexy. I discarded several outfits before settling on a black, lacey shirt and some booty shorts with some black pumps that can damn sure get any man’s attention.
I had 20 minutes before Thunder was due to arrive. I took a few shots of Patrón and rolled some of the chronic that Chocolate Thunder gave me.
I was fucked up by the time he came to get me.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Damn, Thunder’s here. I looked at myself in the mirror. “Bitch, make your money tonight,” I said to the reflection staring back at me.
At that moment all passion became business. “From here on out, it’s just business. Let’s make this money.”
Thunder greeted me with another joint.
“Smoke up,” he said with a grin. “We business partners now.”
“I will smoke to that.”
“Let’s get something straight about the partnership,” he said, touching my arm.
“What’s that?”
“Your money is our money, and my money is my money,” Thunder said. “I will give you all the weed and drink you need. But you just make sure you do your part.”
“And what is that?”
“You keep the money coming,” he said.
“Shit, I got that.”
Hell, I’d been broke for so long, that I was ready to make some cash.
“Since you new to this, Maya, I will put you up on game. Your street name is Strawberry. They ask for your prices and you say, for a blowjob, you charge 50 bucks. For sex, it is $150. For a threesome that’s $200. For anything else, you can charge whatever you want. At the end of the night you have to give me all the cash, and I will give you your cut. You got it?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
I was ready to get on with it. But he was still talking.
“I will be across the street watching you,” he said. “If you need any help, wave at me and I will come help you. Be careful for undercover cops. If they catch you they’re going to arrest you.”
I wasn’t worried about going to jail. That was the last thing on my mind. The only thing that interested me was making my damn money. Fuck the rest of the shit.
We walked outside and climbed into his truck.
“So that’s the rundown, Maya. You ready?”
“Hell yeah I’m ready!”
Thunder drove up to the corner of Figueroa and 5th Avenue. ”This right here is your corner,” he said.
I looked around. I saw so many other girls out there, hustling for some cash. But I wasn’t worried about the others; I was going to make money. Before I got out, Thunder handled me one more joint and told me to smoke up. I was already fucked up, but this was like icing on the cake. I was down for anything as long as they paid my ass.
Thunder drove off and parked down the street. I couldn’t remember all that he said; I just recalled him saying, “Make our money.”
I stood on the corner of Figueroa and 5th about 10 minutes before a black Mustang pulled up. I couldn’t see who was in it because of the tinted windows and darkness of night. All I could hear him say was “How much for a blow job?”
“Fifty.”
“Get in the car.”
I got in. I was ready to suck the shit out of his dick. I could practically feel the money in my hand.
He drove around the corner and parked in an alley.
“You ready, Big Boy?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” he said, pulling down his zipper and grabbing his dick.
I wasted no time. Hell I sucked dick before; you sucked one, you just about sucked them all. I licked my lips, and gave him the best head of his life, I am just about certain of it. I sucked the shit out of it until he came five minutes later.
“That will be fifty,” I said bluntly.
He handed me a fifty-dollar bill. That was the quickest fifty I have ever made.
“Damn, bitch, you are good at sucking dick,” he said.
I know, I thought to myself, but did not say. He started up the car and took me back to where he picked me up.
I climbed out and looked around. It wasn’t long before the next car pulled up. “What you do?”
“What you want?” I asked him.
“I want to fuck.”
“That’s $150.”
“$150?” he sneered. “You must have lost your dang mind. As if I’m going to pay $150 to fuck you.”
“Well get your ass on,” I said. “I didn’t come to you. You came to me to get fucked.”
I turned my back on him and began walking the other way. I heard him start to drive off but then he suddenly stopped, reversing.
“Get your ass in the car,” he shouted.
I climbed in. Just like the last guy, he pulled around the corner and parked in the alley.
“I’ve been waiting to fuck a black girl for the longest,” he said.
I didn’t care about all that. I looked straight at him. “You got the money?”
“I got the money, but you will get paid after I’m done with you,” he said. “Get your ass in the back seat, so I can fuck the shit out of you.”
I made my way to the back seat. I began taking off my clothes, but he soon stopped me. “Let me take your clothes off.”
I gave a tiny shrug. I didn’t care how they got taken off; I just wanted to get paid.
As he took my clothes off, he began to breathe hard. “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on a sister for a very long time. I see black women with the big butts in the music videos and it just turns me on every time I watch them.”
Uh huh, yeah, yeah, just hurry up and fuck so I can be on to the next dick. He finished undressing himself and me.
“Sit on it, and fuck the shit out of me,” he said.
That wouldn’t be a problem. Riding was just up my alley. I felt I was in total control.
“Who’s your daddy?” he yelled out.
Out of all the times I’ve ever fucked, no one has ever asked me that. I simply ignored him. He asked again. “Who’s your daddy? Who’s you daddy?”
His moans got louder and louder. After fifteen minutes of him moaning and yelling, “Who’s your daddy?” he nutted.
I stuck out my hand. “That will be $150.”
“Here you go,” he said, and slapped it into my palm.
He dropped me off at my corner and went on his way. Back to the stroll. I was out there for almost six hours. I was on a grind to make my money. While the other hoes were leaving I was still there.
Thunder pulled up, and I made my way to his truck. I climbed in and gave him a big grin.