THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: wassup, ma? How u?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: hey there. I’m good, and U?
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: chilln-chilln. Horny as fuk 4 some of that deep throat
DEEPTHROATDIVA: is that ur way of say’n u wanna c me?
Italian Stud sends me an email with an attachment of two pics. I click it open. My mouth waters the minute his dick appears on the screen. It’s a nice thick piece with a big, juicy mushroom shaped head. There’s a big vein that runs across the top of it. I can’t deny, it looks…delicious. And I’m tempted.
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF: Maybe. But I’ma respect ya space. My dick is hard 4 more. 
DEEPTHROATDIVA: U betta be glad I’m on a dick-fast; otherwise U’d be in trouble. LOL
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF: LOL. Me and my dick like trouble.
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: U still there?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: where u @?
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: Union. Earl Street
DEEPTHROATDIVA: do u have a safe spot we can go?
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: yeah.
DEEPTHROATDIVA: is 40 mins too late?
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: Nah. Itz good. I can meet u on the corner. I’ll be in blue jeans, white tee, and white sneakers wearing a blue fitted. 908-444-1111
DEEPTHROATDIVA: k. C u then!
I write his number down, then close out the screen. Mister Thick Seven and I chat back and forth for a few more minutes before he tells me he has to go. That he has to go jack off because I got his dick rocked.
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Ooooh. *licks lips* U nasty. Imagine me on my knees with my head back and mouth open wtg 4 u to bust ur nut in my hot mouth
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF: Daaaaaamn. No doubt! Gotta go, babe. TTYL
I click out of the box and shake my head, knowing damn well I have no business entertaining any of these niggas after all the shit I’ve been going through.
“You sleep?”
“No, Jasper,” I say, leaning over the side of the bed, sitting my laptop on the floor. I slide it under the bed. I lie back against the pillows, resting my head up against the headboard. “I’m sitting up in bed.”
“Oh, word? Doing what?”
“Thinking about you,” I tell him.
“Oh, word? That’s wassup. What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”
“Sucking on that dick.”
“Damn, baby. I wish I was home in bed wit’ you.”
I let out a soft moan. “Me, too. Right now I’d be all over you.”
“Yo, you feel like gettin’ off?”
“Where you at?”
“In my bunk,” he says in almost a whisper. “I got my locker door blocking me. I wanna bust this nut, baby.”
I smile. “You got your dick out?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let’s do it, Daddy.” I cut off my night lamp, then begin removing my panties. I toss them across the room. “I’m sticking my hand in between my thighs, rubbing my clit while I’m on my knees sucking your big-ass dick, baby…you like that?”
“Ah, shit, yeah…you gonna let me taste that pussy?”
I moan. Then for the next twenty minutes, Jasper and I go back and forth, moaning and groaning and talking nasty shit to each other until we both cum all over ourselves; me all over my fingers, him on his chest and stomach. I clutch the phone to my ear, breathing heavy into his ear.
“Damn, baby…that was good,” Jasper says, catching his breath as well. “Yo, my shit is still hard. I need to be way up in that pussy, yo.”
“I need you up in it, too.” I glance over at the clock. 2:42 A.M.
“I feel you; me too. Good night, baby. Love you.”
“I love you, too, Jasper.” We hang up. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep with no other thoughts of sucking dick—
TWENTY-TWO
The following morning, I wake up late and wrong. It’s almost eight o’clock. And I have to be at the shop by ten. I have six appointments scheduled today, back to back, starting at ten. I race around the house, trying to get myself ready. I jump in the shower, wash the snatch real good, then hop out.
Thirty minutes later, I’m peeling out of my driveway. As I’m turning out of my development, my cell rings. I pull it from out of my bag, then glance at the screen. It’s Mona. “Hey, girl,” I say, pressing on the Bluetooth connection.
“Pasha, girl, is everything okay? I heard what happened down at the shop. Stax told Sparks. And you know how his ass can’t keep shit to himself.”
I laugh, knowingly. “Yeah, everything’s good. Thanks. The police, of course, still haven’t found the motherfucker who did me in. But it’s all good.”
“Hmmph, figures. Were you able to see what he looked like?”
“Not really,” I tell her. “One of the customers caught a glimpse of him, but it wasn’t enough for an accurate description of him.” I tell her he was brown-skinned and wearing a hoodie and a pair of baggy blue jeans. “So, in a nutshell, with no fingerprints and no concrete description to go on, the police still have no leads.”
She laughs. “Chile, that description fits half the nigga’s in the hood.”
I laugh with her. “Girl, you ain’t never lied about that. I only hope they catch this kook before his nutty ass does something else.”
“Wait, what do you mean ’before he does something else’? Are you trying to tell me he’s done some other shit besides smashing out the shop’s window? Do you know this nigga?”
“Oh no, not at all,” I quickly state, trying to clean it up. I make a left turn onto Central Avenue. “All I’m saying is, with that nigga still lurking around there’s no telling who else’s property he’ll damage. And I don’t want his ass coming back to mine.”
“Mmm…yeah, you right. But, why the fuck would someone wanna smash out your window like that in broad daylight? That shit makes no sense to me.”
“Me either,” I say, regretting I ever answered this call.
“And the nigga didn’t even try to rob ya’ll.” She pauses. “Mmmph. Girl, you know like I do, anyone busting out windows is usually on some personal shit.”
I sigh, feeling a headache stirring. Mona has always been someone who doesn’t let too much shit get by her. If you ask me, she’s too damn smart for her own damn good sometimes. “Well, shit. I don’t know why. I haven’t done shit to anyone.”
“Girl, I’m talking about one of them stylists you got working up in there. Shit, as messy as Shuwanda is, who’s to say it’s not some nigga she done put on blast?”
I roll my eyes.
