“Aaaah, shit…oh…fuck yeah…” I start sucking on his balls, wetting them up, pulling them into my mouth one at a time, until I have them both in my mouth. A few minutes later, Mr. Seven-And-A-Half’s left leg starts to shake. He lets out a loud grunt and then shoots his nut up at the roof of the truck. “Whew, gotdaaaaaaaaamn, ma, that was the best fuckin’ head I’ve had, word up. You got that shit on lock, baby.”
I smile as I pull out two mango-scented Pleasure Wipes from my bag, handing him one, then using the other to wipe my mouth. “Glad you enjoyed it,” I say, opening the door.
He catches his breath, looks at me glassy eyed. “Enjoyed it?” he repeats, sluggishly. I stifle a snicker. Yeah, I practically sucked the life out of him. “Nah, I loved that shit, ma. If my girl sucked my dick the way you just did, I’d never leave the fuckin’ house.”
“Well, I’m sure she can try to match my skills. But know this, there’s only one Deep Throat Diva, baby. And I’m it.”
He grins, fixing himself. “That you are,” he says, eyeing me. “Baby, you’re a champion dick sucker and sexy as fuck. You can definitely make a cat fall for a fine-ass beauty like you.”
“Although I couldn’t blame him,” I say, grinning, “I would strongly advise against it.”
“Yeah, I feel you. You got a man?”
I laugh. “All you need to know is: I have a long throat.”
“Yo, you got a number I can hit you up on?”
“Have a good night, Mister Seven-And-A-Half.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “You, too, ma. I’ma holla.”
I close the door, walking off toward my car with the taste of his cock on my breath, smiling. I wait for him to pull off, then back out of my space, screeching off.
FOUR
“Good morning. Nappy No More. Pasha speaking.” I glance at the wall clock. It’s 8:36 a.m. I wait for the recording to finish, then press ONE.
“Hey, baby,” Jasper says. “How you?”
“Hey. I’m good, and you?”
“Chillin’, chillin’. Happy to hear my baby’s voice.”
I smile. He sounds like he’s in a good mood—for the moment, that is. No telling how long it will last, though. “It’s always good to hear yours, too.”
“It better be,” he teases, “wit’ ya, apple head. Or you know there’s gonna be repercussions like a muhfucka, right?”
I laugh. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I see someone’s been reading the dictionary this morning. What, that’s your new word for the day—repercussions?””
“Oh, you got jokes? You think there won’t be?”
I decide to appease him. ’Cause bottom line, I know there will be. “Baby, I know it’s gonna be whatever you say.”
“And don’t forget it, either. So what you’d do last night?”
“Oh, nothing much; I laid around with a wet pussy waiting for you to call; that’s all.”
“Damn, baby. Sorry ’bout that. I got caught up talkin’ to Stax last night. Did he hit you up?”
“Yeah, he did.”
“Cool. So he’s ridin’ down with you on Sunday?”
Without thinking, I suck my teeth. “Yeah,” I say, flatly.
“Why you say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you ain’t really beat.”
“I’m not. I mean. Stax is cool and all, but I don’t feel like being in a car with him for two hours. That’s a bit much. I don’t know why he can’t rent a car, or get a ride down there on Saturday with one of your boys. Hell, he should wait until his car gets fixed.”
“Yo, hol’ up. You actin’ like you got some kinda beef wit’ the nigga.”
“I don’t have beef with him.”
“Then why you trippin’?”
“I’m not tripping.”
“Then chill. You talkin’ like it’s some regular-type shit. Scoop my fam up, and be done with it, aiight?” He sighs, pausing. “Damn. It ain’t that serious.”
“I know it’s not. I already told you, I’m picking him up. I was only telling you how I felt about it. Sunday is our only time together, and I don’t wanna sit there and share it with him, or anyone else?”
He laughs. “Awwww, let me find out, my baby, wants me all to herself. You want big daddy all to yourself, baby?”
“I feel you, sexy. Don’t sweat that shit, though. I’ma be home in a minute, feel me? Then it’s on. We nonstop fuckin’—
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan, pressing my thighs together, remembering how good Jasper used to use his lips, his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his deliciously thick dick—to work my pussy over until it ached and throbbed and erupted. I open my mouth to tell him how much I need to feel him inside of me, but the call is abruptly disconnected.
“Thanks,” she says, walking in, then shutting the door with the back of her foot. “You’re here awful early this morning.”
“Yeah, I have a nine-thirty.”
“Oh, I thought your first appointment wasn’t until noon.”
“It was,” I tell her, walking over to my workstation, “but Bianca called last night and asked if she could come in this morning.”
“Oh, okay. She hasn’t been in here in a while.”
“Yeah, and I’m sure her ends are a hot-ass mess, too. She keeps cancelling her appointments.”
“I guess that baby’s been keeping her busy.”
“I guess so,” I say, glancing up at the wall clock. It’s 8:55 a.m. “I know one thing. I hope she doesn’t come waltzing up in here all late and wrong. I coulda stayed in bed a little longer.” I yawn, covering my mouth. “Oooh, ’scuse me.”
“Sounds like someone had a late night.”
I shake my head. “Not hardly,” I lie. “For some reason I couldn’t get to sleep last night. And when I finally did, it was time to get up again.”
She opens up her bag and starts digging inside. She pulls out a bottle. “Here, I have some NoDoz if you need them.”
I chuckle. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll be alright.”
“Okay,” she says. “Girl, I almost forgot. Did you hear about what happened to Cassandra?”
I make a face, confused. “Cassandra? Cassandra who?”
She sucks her teeth, sitting her coffee down on the counter. “You know Cassandra. Cassandra Simms.” I shake my head, still clueless. “Uh, hello…Big Booty.”
“Oh, why the hell didn’t you say that? I only know that ho by her street name.”
