Samad. Looks like we need a new coke connect.”
A’shai tossed his car keys on top of the counter and began to pull off his blazer. He inherited his sense of style from Baron. Although, he was a street nigga he dressed as if he was a Wall Street banker, wearing top of the line Italian threads. A.45 pistol rested in his holster on his belt buckle. He had grown to be a strategic, intelligent young man. Baron and Willow groomed him for success and home schooled him until he was in ninth grade. At first it was rough for him to adjust because he had no previous schooling, but with Willow’s persistence and patience he had caught up to other kids his age just in time for high school. He walked into his plush living room and stopped at the picture that sat on his end table. It was a photo of Baron, Willow, and him just shortly after they took him in. He smiled as he remembered that time so vividly. He knew that if it had not been for them, he would have been dead or in a dormant situation. He then noticed the scar on his face and then he began to think back on how he got the blemish.
“I hope you okay out there, Liberty,” A’shai whispered to himself as he thought about his childhood friend. Frequently he would think about her and the more he did, the guiltier he felt. He had come from the same place as her, but he got lucky and met Baron and Willow. The fact that he didn’t know where she was or how she was doing ate him up inside. Just as he finished his thought, he heard a noise coming from the back room. He quickly reached for his pistol and clicked off the safety. The first thought that crossed his mind was Bonzi.
Paranoia filled A’shai as he slowly crept to the back of the apartment. His killer instinct kicked in and he listened closely and noticed that the sound was coming from the master bedroom. As A’shai approached the door he gripped the gun tightly. He crept to the door and kicked it open with his gun pointed and ready to pop. What he saw blew his mind. Jenny, his current girlfriend, was in red-lace lingerie sprawled out on his bed waiting for him.
“Hey, Papi,” the Latino beauty said as she posed as if she was in a photo shoot. A’shai slowly lowered his gun and smiled as he looked at her oiled up body.
“What up, ma?” he said, breathing a sigh of relief as he put his gun in his holster. “How did you get in?” he asked as he walked over to the bed.
“I have my ways,” she responded in her heavy-accented tone. She was a full-blooded Latino with big brown eyes that always made A’shai melt. He wanted to inquire further about how she got in, but she began unbuttoning his pants and he figured he would ask later. She unbuckled his belt and then his slacks. His pants dropped to the floor and the bulge in his boxer briefs was on full display. She quickly pulled down the front part of his boxers, unleashing his slightly erect monster. His chocolate rod was very thick and began to rise at Jenny’s touch. She quickly took him into her mouth and moaned while she tasted him. He threw his head back in pleasure as he rested his hand on the back of her head, guiding her.
“Damn baby,” he crooned as he looked down, watching his rod appear and disappear over and over again. He reached down and released her breasts from her corset to rub her erect nipples. Her D-cup breasts sat up perky and firm, only adding to her already stunning beauty. Jenny worked her tongue like a pro as she made her tongue do circles around A’shai’s rock-hard pipe. She grabbed his balls and massaged them as she worked her head game.
“I want to feel you, Papi,” she whined as her hand made its way down to her neatly shaved love box, which was soaking wet. She pulled her panties to the side and began to slowly rub her clitoris in a circular motion. “Ooh, I can’t wait any longer,” she said as she sat back on her elbows and spread her legs. Her pinkness was exposed, and her slightly oversized clitoris was on full display. Her fat yoni lips were glazed with love juice, and A’shai slowly stroked himself as he looked on in pleasure. Jenny began to slowly scoot back, giving him room to get on the bed. The king-sized bed was about to become A’shai’s den and he was the lion. The lioness, Jenny, was about to get what she had been waiting for all day. A’shai took off his clothes slowly while never breaking eye contact with her, understanding that he had to make love with her mind before he did so with her body. His piercing eyes and raven black skin were nothing short of beautiful to Jenny. She slowly raised her index finger and signaled for A’shai to come to her. A’shai smiled and climbed onto the bed. He slowly approached his prey, and the sweet smell of her love box invaded his nostrils as he neared his destination. He slowly spread Jenny’s legs and raised them up in the air. That’s when he attacked her love box with his tongue, slowly tongue-kissing her throbbing clitoris. Instantly she came, releasing a small squirt out of her love box. The juices dripped down his chin as he continued to orally please her.
“Ooh. Don’t stop, Shai,” she said as her body quivered and her toes cracked in total pleasure. He eased his two index fingers inside of Jenny and began to pop her while he continued to orally please her clitoris. Jenny was going crazy as she grabbed his head and pushed his face into her love box. A’shai was a great lover and on top of that he was a powerful guy in the streets. That combination had her ready to nut again. Jenny felt another orgasm coming and her body tensed up, but just before she got off, A’shai stopped.
“Nooo, Papi,” she screamed as she opened her eyes from what seemed to be a dream. A’shai stood up on his knees and grabbed his erection. She slowly rubbed his tip on her clitoris. Up and down, side to side, and round and round. He finally entered her love box, making her back arch in pure bliss. He gave her long and hard strokes as he pushed her legs over her head. A’shai worked his hips like a Latin dancer and let his balls swing, smacking her on the other entrance. Jenny placed her hands on A’shai’s behind, urging him to go deeper inside of her. She screamed in pleasure as he went deep inside of her, filling all of her space. A’shai stroked her with authority but also with care. A’shai continued to make love to her until they were satisfied, leaving them both breathless.
SEVEN
“THAT’S $100,” LIBERTY STATED AS SHE PULLED down the passenger seat visor and checked her make-up in the lighted mirror.
“For a blow-job!” the white man exclaimed as he adjusted his slacks. “I’m not giving you that. You must be out of your mind!” He rudely threw $20 at her and reached over her to open the passenger door. “Fuck out of my car!”
Liberty’s eyebrow rose. She was enraged by the man’s audacity. She had clearly laid out her prices before anything had gone down. The man had known what he was getting himself into. He was trying to play her. She tried to take the nice approach as she rubbed his penis gently, causing it to become slightly hard again. “Didn’t you have a good time?” she asked seductively as she whispered in his ear, sticking her tongue inside slightly. The man grabbed her wrist tightly and threw her hand back at her.
“Not a $100 worth. Get the fuck out of my car,” he insisted. Liberty shook her head at the cheapskate beside her. Mu’fuckas always want to cheat you after they get theirs, she thought angrily as she went into her purse. She removed a small caliber pistol from her bag and pointed it directly at the john’s crotch. “Gladly, as soon as you go in your pocket and pay me what I’m owed,” she responded with a straight face.
Caught off guard the man’s eyes instantly bulged in shock. “O… okay, you got it. $100,” he complied as he reached into his pocket with a trembling hand and pulled out a cash-filled money clip. He began to peel off more twenties until Liberty snatched the entire thing from his hand.
“You’re lucky this is all that I’m taking,” she said. “You get to leave with your life.” She got out of the car and hurriedly walked up the street. She half expected the man to protest, but instead he started his car and sped up the block. Her heart pumped wildly as she placed the empty pistol back into her bag. The gun was just for show… they were given to all of the girls just to ensure that they were protected from their johns. Despite the fact that there was always a ‘shepherd’ lurking on the block to watch over the working girls, the guns gave them an extra sense of protection. The unloaded.22 had gotten Liberty out of many bad situations and that night was no different. Liberty’s hair whipped wildly on the windy L.A. night as she walked at a fast pace up Sunset Boulevard. She rushed into a party store and knocked on the bulletproof glass.
“Yo, Liberty! What’s good, baby girl?” the counter boy asked. “You looking good, girl. When you gone let me get some of that?” he jokingly inquired. Liberty had been on the track for eight long years and since the first time
