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no, or not right now, not with the goods she had on him.
    “Kym, that shit is impossible. I can’t right now, I’m in the middle of something,” he said.
    She almost dropped the Curve and choked on her Double Mint gum. “What?” she asked.
    “Kym, I’ve got to go.” CLICK
    She redialed his number. “Brooks, I said need $1500.”
    “What the fuck, Kym! Don’t you fuckin’ get it? I’m busy. Goodbye,” he said.
    “Brooks, before you go…” she began.
    “What, Kym?” he said, cutting her off.
    “Break it off with Tracy today,” she said.
    ***
     
    “Ricky, I’m pregnant,” Kym said.
    “What?” he asked astonished.
    “I’m pregnant, and it’s yours,” she said.
    “But, Kymmie, how? We always used condoms,” Ricky said.
    “Ricky, I’m pregnant. I don’t want to keep the baby.”
    “Kymmie, I don’t know what to say to you.”
    “Ricky, call Daddy.”
    Ricky hung up and called Rick. “Dad, we need to talk. I have something to tell you.”
    Even before Ricky said anything, Rick knew that it had something to do with Kymber Devers. Kym had him by the balls, literally and figuratively, and was fucking with his head. She was fucking his son and fucking him over at the same time. She had him raked over the coals, and was laughing all the way to the bank with his cash. First, he had broken up with Tracy, more to spare her feelings, and now there was something with Ricky, Jr.
    “I need $1500,” Ricky said.
    “Ricky, how long have you been seeing Kym?” Rick asked his son.
    “Dad, I love her. I been seeing her for a while, and she’s not really that much older than me. She got pregnant, and she doesn’t want to keep the baby. I know she works for you. I promise I won’t fuck things up between us, and make things bad for you. I don’t want to make her mad, so I need the money.”
    That bitch, she had him hemmed up, and there was nothing he could do.
    “Ricky, meet at Citizen’s Bank on Cheltenham Avenue,” Rick said.
    CHAPTER 6
    K ym walked up to the Douglas household, ready to fuck this young nigga, and build her stable back up. It was exactly a week after their initial meeting at her office, and it was time Kuron learned who was fucking whom. She felt like she was losing control of everything she’d built up to this point.
    Losing Pretty Boy had been a blow but…fuck it…fuck him. She wouldn’t tolerate disrespect from a convict. He had blown rule numero uno; no other pussy unless she gave the go. She told them from the beginning; she told them what to do and who they could do, and petite Puerto Rican waifs with big tits didn’t fit into that category.
    She whipped out her Curve. Big girls don’t cry; they get even. “Kuron Douglas, please,” she said.
    “This is him.”
    “This is Officer…” Kym began.
    “Yeah, I know who you is, Ms. Kym. Where you at?” Kuron said.
    “I’m in front of your door, Mr. Douglas. Are you alone?”
    “Why don’t you come in and find out for yourself. The door is open,” he said.
    Smart mouthed niggas paid big bank. Not only did they eat pussy, and fuck on demand and like it, they paid more often and shut the fuck up about it. Kym wasn’t prepared for the sights and sounds that smacked her when she opened the front door.
    Kuron was dick deep in pussy on a chaise lounge. Some chick was curved awkwardly over and around the cushions and him at the same time. There were so many limbs moving and jerking, Kym thought there might be two different women in the tangled mix. She could see his purple dick dipping in and out of legs cocked open, and the woman’s moans were drowning out his rapid breathing and loud cursing.
    “Bitch, I’m ‘bout to come, don’t stop!” He yanked her head back, and bit her neck as his body jerked. “Come get some of this, P.O.,” he said to Kym.
    Kuron untangled himself from the mass of limbs, his dick in hand, and stood over the quivering mass of breasts and legs. The first shot of semen landed dangerously close