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Ty...."
     
    "OH, whassup Ma?" he said cutting her off.
     
    "What's good ?" he continued.
     
    "Look Tyreek, I need your help."
     
    "Anything for you Ma, word.... Whatchu need?"
     
    "Can you come to my office?"
     
    "You talking bout me driving all the way downtown.... Now?"
     
    "Come on Tyreek, this is on some serious shit."
     
    "Aight word, but can't it wait until later, me and my nigga "Gold Mouth" just bagged this wicked Jamaican chick and her friend at the strip club?"
     
    As soon as she heard the word strip club Desirae knew it would be useless for her to keep trying to convince Tyreek for help. Pussy clouded a man's judgment like a fatal disease. Desirae could hear the muffled sound of a woman's voice in the background. With nothing else to say she simply hung up the phone.
     
     
     
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    "Who da fuck was that Ty?" Gold Mouth asked looking up from a fresh bag of sticky.
     
    "What?"
     
    "You heard me nigga, who tha fuck was that on the phone?" Gold Mouth asked him again.
     
    "Nobody important son, now what's up wit that Purple B, you trying to smoke, get our drank on and fuck dem bitches or what?" he said pointing at the bathroom door where the two strippers were just stepping out of....
     
    "You damn right Cuz," Gold Mouth answered smiling displaying a slugged up diamond and gold grill.
     
    "I want that lil green eyed bitch," he said pointing at the short one who went by the name of Kitty."
     
    "You can have her," Tyreek responded. His mouth drooling over the slightly taller, but much darker Jamaican chick named Yuma who'd exited the bathroom with a pink leather laced bikini on with handcuffs in one hand and a six foot whip in the other.
     
    Seductively she began walking towards Tyreek who had slid • himself halfway upon the bed.
     
    "What about this smoke cuz?" Gold Mouth said interrupting his thoughts.
     
    "Fuck that smoke nigga," Tyreek answered just before the Jamacian Goddess straddled his torso then began grinding her hips against his dick.
     
    "Mumm," he moaned as the sound of the first Handcuff made a low click locking his right arm to the bedpost. "What tha fuc...."
     
    "Shsssss," Yuma said cutting him off.
     
    "Relax mun.... me have something very special for you. Relax botchie boy, relax."
     
    Yuma began kissing his chest, then slid a wet tongue down and around his navel. Low groans came from the back of Tyreek's throat. Kitty had already taken Gold Mouth back to the bathroom for their own private show.
     
    "Knock.... Knock.... Knock.... Room service," another female voice yelled at the door.
     
    "Room service," Tyreek said opening his eyes. "Who tha fuck called room service ?" He continued complaining.
     
    "Relax mun.... everything alret," Yuma said climbing off of him heading for the door.
     
    Before opening it she turned back towards Tyreek, then smiled before she spoke.
     
    "Ice mun....Yuma will show you why back home they call me tha wicked one."
     
    Tyreek damned near busted a nut in his pants at the thought of what this almond eyed Jamaican beauty planned to do to him with the cubes of ice. He closed his eyes and was about to relax when suddenly he felt something sharp dig into his chest causing excruciating pain. Before Tyreek could scream Yuma had opened him up from his chest to his navel.
     
    "AAAAHHH.... OUCH!!!" He tried to yell but was cut off by something being stuffed down inside of his mouth.
     
    After Tyreek's blurred vision cleared from the pain he looked up into the almond eyes of the Jamaican beauty, only this time he didn't see sexiness.... What he saw was the coldest, and deadliest eyes he had ever seen on a woman. A woman who'd replaced the whip she'd had only moments ago for two small machetes.
     
    Seconds later his cousin Gold Mouth rushed out of the bathroom fighting to keep his beltless jeans from sagging down his thin frame,
     
    "Tyreek what the fuc...." Gold Mouth stopped in mid-sentence when he noticed the two single