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  Booby slid in front of the table where the girls sat and stared into Joy’s eyes as he danced. He fell back on his ass, placed his hands on the floor, and lifted himself off the floor, holding his legs straight out with only his hands on the floor, every muscle in his arms and shoulders bulging.

  Kim grabbed the bottom of his pants and snatched them off, leaving him with only his black bikini drawers.

  He flipped over and humped the hard floor as if he was making love, and when he jumped to his feet, the women came with screams and chaos. They all stared at the big-ass bulge of soft dick trying to set itself free from the tight bikinis.

  Booby eased over to Joy and danced. He could see the discomfort in her face. He leaned down, putting his head on her chest, acting as if he was licking her neck, but came up to her ear.

  “Relax, baby. Before you leave, I need to tell you something. Don’t leave before we get a chance to talk.” He smiled at her as he backed up.

  Then he got on his knees and crawled up to Kim. He licked her leg from her ankle to her thigh. Kim opened her legs, revealing her cream thong, and he pushed his face in her crotch. The club erupted. Even Kim and the girls screamed.

  Booby got up, getting his jeans and Timbs, and broke out to the back amid the chaos.

  The DJ changed the music, and a lot of the women began to leave, except for those who wanted to club, because they began to let the guys come in and the party had begun.

  “I’m outta here, ladies. I got an early start and a long-ass day tomorrow. Nice meeting you, Kim,” Lady said, giving her a hug. “And you too, Malaina.” Lady extended her arms toward Malaina, and they hugged.

  “Be right back.” Joy walked with Lady outside to her car. “You all right to get home?” she asked.

  “No doubt. You be easy, and call me tomorrow,” Lady said with another hug. “Love ya.”

  “Love you too, Lady.” Joy smiled and made her way back in the club. When she came back in, Fat Boy, Reese, and Ray was standing around Malaina and Kim, talking.

  “What up, niggas?” Joy asked as she approached.

  “It’s all good,” Fat Boy said.

  “You know what it is,” Reese added.

  Joy just stared at him. She knew he felt something for her because she felt funny in his presence.

  “Sorry for the things I said. I was hurt. Even though I got my situation, I was still hurt. Just want you to know. Hope we can still be cool,” Reese said.

  “Boy, we all right. We had our time, and I enjoyed it. We cool,” she said with a smile. “Your girl got a good nigga,” she added, touching his arm. “Try to stay on the right path.”

  Joy saw Booby coming out the back and eased to the other side of Kim, making sure he knew them niggas were with Malaina, not her and Kim.

  Booby walked over to Kim and Joy. “What up, ladies? Enjoyed the show?” he asked with his million-dollar smile.

  “As always, Big Booby!” Kim said, giving him a half-hug.

  “You did your thing,” Joy said, smiling at him.

  He smiled back. “I like you. What’s your name?”

  “Alecia, and this Kim,” Joy answered.

  “Well, I’ve met Kim. She hold me down. She good peeps,” he said, smiling at Kim. “Just so that you know, Alecia, I never mess with these women I dance for, but I like you, and I want some of your time. Can I get your number?”

  Joy had a question mark on her face. She didn’t feel like he was shit to mess with. She figured he was fucking mad girls, especially out here dancing.

  “Check it. Here’s my card.” Then he took out a pen and wrote his number on the back. “Call me at home, so we can talk,” he said, handing her his card.

  “No doubt. That’s a promise.” Joy was feeling better that he’d left it up to her.

  Booby leaned over and whispered something in Kim’s ear, while looking at Joy, so she would know he was talking about her. Then he made his exit.

  “Ready, or you want to stay awhile?” Kim asked.

  “I’m ready,” Joy answered. “What you gonna do, Malaina?”

  “I’m good. I’m out. Going over here with Fat Boy for about an hour. Then you know what it is.” Malaina smiled.

  “I can drop you off, roll up one, and chill out a minute, Joy.” Looking at Joy made Reese want to go up to her and wrap his arms around her and squeeze. He missed her. He had that sexiness at the crib that he loved with all his heart, but being with Joy was something he couldn’t comprehend. She was soft, cuddly, plump, with full breasts to play with, and the pussy got soaking wet. It was nothing like being with her.

  “Naw, I’m good. Call me later, Malaina, when you on your way home. See y’all later,” Joy said as her and Kim left.

  No sooner than Joy was in the house, all her problems sat back on her shoulders. She began to blow Omari’s phone up, but he didn’t answer. She knew all he wanted was to come back over there with her, but that wouldn’t happen unless Minke didn’t come through and she had to stay living in her crutched-up two-bedroom apartment. She needed her car. If she just gave in and let him fuck, she would have it back, but she was tired of begging, tired of these nothing-ass niggas she called friends, who only wanted to look out for themselves. She’d rather be by herself than deal with the bullshit. She was coming to the realization that niggas were gonna be around, holding their dick, ready to fuck, no matter what. But what else did they come with? What else did they have to offer?

  Kim pulled up at her condo to see the black Nissan Titan sitting on twenty-two’s parked in guest parking. By the time she made it to her door and turned the key, she felt the muscular arms wrap around her body.

  Booby locked her door as she turned towards him, and he kissed her. As she allowed his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth, he unbuttoned her cream shirt and threw it to the side. He reached down and pulled the tight khaki skirt up to her waist. He slowed down, putting fingers on both sides of her thong, and pulled it off.

  Kim leaned back on the arm of the chair as Booby fell to his knees and buried his face in her crotch and began lapping like a dog that hadn’t had nothing to drink all day.

  “Can I just freshen up? I ain’t showered since this morning, and I’ve been going all day, Booby. Aaahhhh!” She felt his tongue go insde of her, making her lift her sizeable legs up off the floor and spread them for him.

  “No, I’m being nasty tonight. I’ll lick you clean.” He buried his face back into her hot, moist, musty pussy. His eyes caught a view of her sandals that she still had on, and that gave him some extra stiffness.

  Every time Booby tried to lick or suck her clit, Kim took both her hands and pushed his head down to where he was just licking her womanhood. She didn’t want him on her clit. She wasn’t trying to cum just yet.

  But after fifteen minutes, she was yelling, “Eat that pussy, Booby, eat that pussy,” spreading her legs as far open as she possibly could. “I’m horny as shit, Booby. Make me cum.”

  “Baby, do you feel it? Get ready and cum for me. Tonight I want you to do whatever you want, Kim. Do what you want, Mami,” he said, hoping.

  Kim smiled. She knew where the night was going.

  Booby undid her bra, releasing her hefty bust. Then he reached up and took her large, hardened nipples between his fingers and squeezed them lightly. He heard and felt her breathing increase, and her thighs began to close on his head. He’d been there before and was ready for the squeeze from her large thighs.

  He pushed his tongue deep into her and flipped it all around, holding his breath, applying more pressure to her nipples.

  Kim yelled as if she didn’t care who heard her cumming. She fell back and relaxed.

  Booby got up and removed his clothes, and headed for the shower.

  Kim removed her skirt and shoes, and reached in her drawer where she kept her toys and videos. She threw in the video she knew he liked and lit a Newport.

  “Look in my pocket and set it up,” Booby yelled from the bathroom as he dried off.

>   Kim took the valve out and dumped the cocaine on the dresser, cutting it into four lines. She snorted two, and he came out and immediately did his two, hugged her, and they fell on the bed.

  She took over, kissing him slowly. She could taste and smell her own pussy, which actually turned her on. Then she kissed his neck, allowing her tongue and lips to lick and suck simultaneously.

  Booby’s body tightened as she continued her way down to his chest and nipples. As she licked and sucked on his nipples, she listened to this breathing get more intense. She grabbed his dick and began to massage and stroke it then lightly rub the tip. Booby’s dick got so hard, it began to jump.

  Kim smiled, knowing he was ready. She eased down his stomach and instantly took the head of his manhood into her mouth and licked in a circular motion. Then she took it into her mouth and began her sucking motion, allowing a lot of saliva to run down his shaft, onto his balls, and into his ass-crack.

  Kim moved faster, sucking and licking his entire shaft, from the tip of his dick down to his asshole. She rubbed his ass as he lifted his legs up, spread his ass cheeks with both hands, and stuck her tongue in his ass, causing him to jump.

  Her tongue went to work, in and out, across it, sucked on it, as he panted, then went back to his balls, then took the head back into her mouth.

  Every time she allowed her middle finger to go across his asshole, he jumped. She felt him tighten up, until her finger slid into his ass, and he accepted it. She sucked while she pressed her finger against his prostate, and he shook his head and gasped for breath, ecstasy taking over his body.

  Kim reached over to her drawer and pulled out her Anal Eaze. She squirted some on her hand and put it on the eight-inch strap-on she had put on.

  She put the excess on his asshole, sliding her finger inside him once more. “Now open up. Bring ’em back,” she said.

  Booby did as he was told.

  Kim kissed him as she slid the fake dick into him and began pumping. The friction felt good to her, and she fell into it, lifting his legs and fucking him while he lay there panting.

  Then she flipped him over and fucked from behind as she thought about how niggas had done her. As she fucked him harder, slapping his ass, he panted and met her beat, spreading his legs open and lifting his ass. Then she reached around and grabbed his dick and began to jack it, sending him crazy.

  He flipped back over on his back, and she continued to fuck, and jack his dick, until he screamed, shooting a hot load of semen on her chest and onto her face.

  Booby fell back, laid out, trying to catch his breath as she eased the dildo out of his ass. He balled up like a baby, until she laid her warm, cushiony body next to his. When she felt his manhood rise between her legs, she lifted her leg and allowed him to enter.

  Booby stroked lazily until he was rock-hard again. Then he pulled out, got on top of her, and he beat her pussy ten times worse than she’d fucked him. When he felt himself about to cum, he pulled out and straddled her, placing his dick between her breasts, and exploded on her neck and chin. He fell over and never moved again, until he was shaken by her the following morning.

  “Yo, make sure Joy hit me. You make sure. I needs her large, hefty ass on my team,” Booby said, headed out the door. “Hope those nipples on those titties big,” he added.

  “Shut up, boy,” Kim said.

  He smiled. “Bet you already know.”

  “So you think you gonna fuck with me and my girl?”

  “Baby, nobody has ever done what we did and never will. That extra shit is between us. You wanted to do it, and I wanted to try it. I like it, but only with a woman. I’ll never ever let a nigga touch me. Matter fact, I’ll never let another bitch do it. You went where nobody else will ever go. I wouldn’t never let nobody know this shit. Muthafuckas might think I’m gay.”

  “Naw, you just comfortable with yourself, and you a freaky-ass nigga and a nasty-ass man,” she said, laughing.

  “Naw, I just love y’all fat women. I love y’all. Got this thing for ya. Don’t forget me, Kim. Give me some points,” he yelled, before getting in his whip pulling off.

  Kim laughed. “Fine-ass nigga with a body to kill,” she said to herself. “Got the finest bitches on his dick, and all he want is to do all the big hoes.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Kim blew the horn for the second time as she waited on Joy, who finally came out with a serious look on her face.

  “What’s up, Kim? Good morning to ya. Because mine is fucked up,” Joy said as soon as she got in the car.

  “What’s up, girl?” Kim asked, really wanting to know.

  “On the phone arguing with Omari. I guess you can say he my ex. We bought a car. He start going downhill, so I let his ass go. Don’t need a nigga bringing me down. I went to Applebee’s with a friend of mine. He got mad and took the car. Bitch-ass nigga! I would respect him more if he came home and went to my ass.” She smirked, shaking her head.

  Kim smirked too. “At least you’ll have your car,” she joked.

  “I appreciate this, Kim, for real.”

  “No problem, girlfriend. I’ve been through it all. And I’m still standing. Life ain’t a joke. But remember look out for self first, Joy. I got two sons, twenty-two and twenty-four, and I’m thirty-eight. Just bought a new condo three years ago. I’ve always had it hard, but now I live for me, and Verizon make sure I, I mean we, live good. Fuck him! Go get another car. Let him have the car and take that payment too, you son of a bitch.”

  Joy laughed, thinking about how the fuck she was gonna get a new car.

  “At least you got a couple days to figure things out,” Kim said, encouraging her.

  “You right. I’ll figure it out.”

  Joy was hoping Minke came through. He had handled mad shit in a fucked up way, but that shit was passed, even though it left scars. But something inside of her always dreamed that he would come back to her.

  “Let’s go, girl. Snap out of it. I got you after work. Let me know if it change.” Kim hit her alarm.

  Joy tried her hardest to talk to Omari, but he wasn’t trying to hear her. He was really upset about her playing him, and treating him like he was small. No matter what she did or said, it kept coming back to the same shit.

  She had finally gotten through her day, when Kim came over.

  “So, what’s up? Ready?”

  “Let’s roll,” Joy replied as she reached for her ringing phone.

  “What’s up, ma? What you doing?” the voice said with the strong New York accent.

  “Leaving work,” she said with a smile.

  Kim stared in her face, wondering why she was smiling.

  “On my way to Uno’s. I’m meeting some of my peoples now. Come on through. I’ll meet you up there,” Minke said.

  “See ya!”

  “That was my ex-husband. He wants me to come meet him. We haven’t seen each other face to face in years, Kim,” Joy said seriously.

  “Come on, Joy. Let’s get outlaw here.”

  They made their way out the building.

  “So you want me to drop you off somewhere?” Kim asked as they pulled off.

  “Yeah! Uno’s. That’s much closer anyway.”

  “Don’t matter. I got you. You know Booby want to get with you. That’s what he whispered to me last night.”

  “So why he ain’t tell me? I was right there.” Joy was wondering why a grown man couldn’t speak for himself.

  “I don’t know. Guess he wanted me to put him in there first.”

  “Give him my number. See what he talking about. Maybe he’ll come give me a dance.” Joy smiled.

  “That’s probably what he trying to do.”

  They arrived at Uno’s and parked in the crowded parking lot.

  “What’s going on up here?” Kim asked Joy. She dialed Minke’s number.

  “What up?” Minke answered.

  “You here and you gonna carry me home. I got a ride up here, and my girl gotta go,” Joy said.

 
“I’m right here,” he said, pulling up. “You see the God, baby?” he asked smiling.

  “You in the Lexus?” Joy pointed as she caught a full view of the charcoal grey Lexus.

  “Where are you?” he asked, looking around.

  “To your right, in the Acura.” Joy saw the tinted window come down. Then she saw Sizemo’s big smile staring at her, as Minke pulled in the parking space.

  “Who’s that?” Kim asked.

  “That’s his man. They like that.”

  “Good-looking nigga, and he a big boy.” Kim smiled.

  “And he mad cool. I’ll introduce you,” Joy said as they got out of the car.

  “So what up?” Sizemo yelled, hugging Joy. “And who is this?”

  “Kim, this is Sizemo, and this is my husband, Minke,” she said, staring at Minke.

  “How you?” Minke said to Kim with a nod of the head.

  “Damn, Joy! I told you what I wanted and needed in my life, and you went out and found it for me. God, you beautiful,” Sizemo said. “Can I hug you too?” He approached Kim with open arms, and she smiled, hugging him back.

  “And how are you?” Joy asked Minke.

  “I’m fine now,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed.

  Joy hugged him back, thinking he was gonna let go, but he continued to hug her. And the more he squeezed, the more she fell into him, until he was truly holding her up.

  He stepped back, touched her face with both hands, and kissed her lips gently, staring into her eyes. “I’ve been waiting years to say this. I’m sorry. I am so sorry for how I handled things. I can’t rewind time and correct my wrong, but I can do right by you now. And I promise, I will. That I will show you.”

  Minke’s eyes watered, but no tears fell. He watched her as tears fell down her face. He didn’t have to ask. He knew he’d hurt her deep, and at the time, that was his aim. But over the years, his heart had changed, and he was seeing life differently.