nigga I’ll holla.”
I hung up the phone and focused my attention on the best thing that I brought back from the mall.
“Okay ma stop. There’s no way I should have been able to finish that call if you was really good with ya head game. So obviously that ain’t ya specialty.”
“Damn daddy you ain’t gotta be all rude with it. Ya’ll New York niggas is something else.”
“I ain’t being rude ma. I’m being real but it’s all good. No hard feelings.”
“Uh Uh. I ain’t goin out like that”
The next thing I knew she had pushed me back on the bed and raised her sundress over her head and took it off showing that she wore no bra and no underwear.
“Now let me show you how real B-More bitches get down.”
Without hesitation she mounted me and rode me like a true rodeo champ. I’ll keep it real. I had been all over and I can only remember a hand full of chicks that knew how to work the pussy like shorty. To be honest I’m glad she knew how to fuck, because her head game was wack as fuck. As she gyrated her hips on my dick I did the same and met each downward thrust with an upward thrust of my own. She dug her nails into my chest as I continuously hit her G-spot. With each stroke she bit her bottom lip and told me how much she liked the sex. She didn’t scream my name because I don’t think she remembered it. I wasn’t mad though. I didn’t remember her name either. All I remember is she was a bad bitch that was buying her man some sneakers because he was locked up. And now here she was, getting fucked all crazy by a smooth nigga she just met. If her man only knew.
Shortly after I fucked her to sleep there was a knock at the door. I instinctively grabbed my Desert Eagle from underneath the pillow and headed for the door. I looked out the peephole and saw it was my people D-Boy and L.V. They were the two main members of the famous rap group the Realm Squad. I managed them and they also doubled as my ride or die cats in these streets. I mean, yeah we was getting a little money with the music shit but please don’t believe the videos and MTV cribs. A lot of niggas in the rap game still hustle because they got to eat. And like I said before, the music industry don’t really pay shit. So we use the music industry as a front and continue to do what we do best, selling coke. I opened the door and greeted them both with daps and hugs.
“What’s good fam?” I asked as if I didn’t already know the answer.
36 Sean Wright
“Damn baby, was we interrupting?” D-Boy asked noticing the jump off sprawled across the bed totally naked and fast asleep.
“Shit, evidently not. It looks like he’s finished to me.” L.V. responded. We all shared a laugh that woke the girl from her sleep. Before she could focus her eyes on the two rising stars in front of her she grabbed the covers and assumed the worst.
“Uh Uh. What the fuck ya’ll trying to do? Ain’t no freak shit jumping off in here.” she screamed in anger.
“Whoa. Slow down baby, ain’t nothing happening. These are my friends and they just came to get something and then they leaving.” I quickly responded trying to calm her down.
“I don’t give a fuck who…hold on. Ain’t ya’ll them Realm Squad niggas? Oh shit. You ain’t tell me you knew them.” She said, now not caring and letting the covers fall to the floor exposing her naked body.
“Well look ma. They headed towards your neck of the woods. So why don’t you let them drop you off? Ya’ll don’t mind do you?” I asked winking my eye at D-boy.
“Nah baby we don’t mind at all. We just have to stop by our hotel first. Is that cool with you?” D-Boy said, setting the bait and reeling her in.
“Hell yeah. It’s all good. I ain’t in no rush. We can kick it for a while.” She said taking the bait. She then grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom.
“Okay fellas. While we wait for her to get dressed let’s get down to business.” I suggested. Then I pulled a duffle bag from