Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang

New York?”

Yeah, muhfucka, the bitch you beat into a coma. I shake my head, shiftin’ in my seat. “Not that I know of.”

“Oh, aiight. For some reason it feels like I’ve met you before.”

I stare at the nigga, then shake my head. “I doubt it. A bitch like me would definitely remember a sexy-ass muhfucka like you,” I say, baitin’ the nigga in.

He smiles, flashin’ his chipped tooth. Muthafucka, I’ma be knock-in’ ya fronts out in a minute. “Oh word? You think I’m sexy?”

I slowly nod my head. “You made my pussy pop da minute I peeped you walk through da door,” I tell ’im, reachin’ ova and lightly touchin’ his hand.

“That’s wassup. You get on?”

I frown. No this no-good muhfucka ain’t cokin’ it up, too. I shake my head. “No. I ain’t wit’ that shit.”

“Oh aiight. What you wit’ then?”

I lean into his ear real-sexy like, then say, “I’m wit’ a fine muhfucka wit’ a big-ass dick fuckin’ my pussy deep.”

“Daaaaamn, it’s like that? You real bold, ma. I like that shit.”

“It is what it is. I’m on vacay, and a bitch tryna have a good time, you feel me?”

He licks his lips. “I got you.” I ask the muhfucka if he gotta girl. “Nah, I’m chillin’.”

“Good. ’Cause I’m lookin’ for good dick, not drama. You got good dick, daddy?” Of course the muhfucka starts suckin’ his own dick, talkin’ ’bout how good the shit is; ’bout how he brings it in the sheets, makin’ bitches breakdown. Juanita pops into my head.

“Yo, you got my dick hard as hell right now. I wanna freak you, real talk. I wanna eat it up, heat it up, then beat it up. Nonstop fuckin’, feel me?”

I keep myself from rollin’ my eyes up in my head. I laugh in his face. “Nigga, that kinda talk might work wit’ these country boogas, but you wanna impress me, you gonna have’ta pull ya dick out and show a bitch; not tell ’er.”

He flashes his crooked smile. “I dig you.” I shrug. “I’m sayin’… what’s good, ma?”

I sit back in my seat, open and close my legs real slow and sexy. Let the nigga see a bitch ain’t wearin’ no drawers. “What’s good is this hot-ass pussy, muhfucka.” I cross my legs, then put the tip of the straw back up to my lips and sip on my drink.

His eyes scan my smooth cocoa-brown thighs. “Daaaamn, you got some pretty-ass legs. I’d definitely like to slide up in them hips.”

“Nigga, you couldn’t handle this pussy,” I say, twirlin’ my tongue ’round the straw, “so you might wanna stick to these dusty bama-freaks you got eyein’ you.” I slide the tip of the straw in and outta my mouth as if I’m suckin’ a dick. I’m done wit’ drinkin’ the shit since I know a bitch can’t spend too much time wettin’ ’er throat. Gettin’ lit ain’t on the menu, but lightin’ this muhfucka’s dome up is. So I gotta keep it cute. A drunk bitch, can become a messy bitch. And I ain’t the one.

I stare at the panther on his forearm. Juanita’s face flashes in my head, again. Kat, this is Jawan, my fiance…

I hear his voice in my head. Baby, you didn’t tell me she was this fine. He stares at me. “Damn, ma, you remind me of this chick I met a while back. What part of Cali did you say you were from?”

Bitch, you need’a hurry up ’n wrap this lil’ party up. I lean in and slowly lick my lips. “I didn’t. I told you I was lookin’ for some dick, so how ’bout we take this party someplace more private so I can show you where I’m from.” He looks ’round the room. “What, you scared? Let me find out you scared’a pussy.”

“Nah, ma. Never that.”

“That’s what ya mouth says. Now let a bitch feel what da dick says.”

“You gotta spot?” I shake my head. Tell ’im I’m sharin’ a room wit’ my moms and sista. Tell ’im we gotta move on the low. The muhfucka tells me his papers low. Broke ass nigga, I think while tellin’ ’im I’ll front the money. I tell ’im he’ll have’ta get the room in his name. Tell ’im to wait five minutes after I slide out, then dip out and meet me at my rental—a red Mini Cooper.

I toss back the rest of my drink, then lean in his ear and whisper, “I’ma fuck ya brains out tonight. I hope you can deliver.”

He grins. “My dick game is right, ma. I ain’t ever had no complaints.”

“We’ll see,” I say, gettin’ up. “I’ll be outside waitin’.” I walk off. The minute I get to the car, I pull out my Kat line and hit Cash up to make sure he got his crew on standby.

“No doubt, pretty-baby. We just waitin’ on you.”

“Good. I got da nigga hooked, now I’ma ’bout to reel ’im in. Here he comes now. I’ll text you all’a da info as soon as I know where he’s gonna get da room.”

“Aiiight bet.” I get ready to disconnect when he says sumthin’ else. “Aye, yo, Kat…how you feel? Ya pussy wet, yet, knowin’ you ’bout to body this muhfucka?”

I laugh. “Nigga, what you think? Look, I gotta bounce.”

“Aiight, save me them drawz.” I hang up on his ass, rollin’ my eyes an suckin’ my teeth as my mark opens the passenger door and hops in my whip.

“Yo, ma, I ain’t get ya name.”

I look at ’im and reach ova and rub his crotch. “And I ain’t get yours, but that ain’t gonna stop me from fuckin’ this dick. Now u wanna name, or you wanna fuck?”

“Fuck,” he says, openin’ and closin’ his legs.

“Good, then let’s get to a hotel quick so I can rock ya cock.” And welcome you to da Kat Trap, muhfucka!

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Lights out, muhfucka…don’t you weep…ya moment in life is comin’ to an end…ruthless bitch done reeled you in…silencer cocked and ready to go…now it’s time ta rock you ta sleep…

“Daaaaaamn, baby, you fine…you gotta fat ass…make that shit pop for me…” I got the nigga sprawled out in the middle of the bed in this cheesy-ass, low budget hotel—the Ahoskie Inn—butt-ass naked. As sick and twisted as the shit is, a bitch can’t front. Lookin’ at this muhfucka’s body gotta bitch’s pussy weepin’ for a ride on his dick. The shit is siiick; thick, veiny and a beautiful golden brown. I wanna feel the dick inside’a me. Wanna see what it is ’bout this nigga that had my mother so muthafuckin’ dizzy and dick-dumb. But I don’t want this nigga puttin’ his hands on me; don’t want him touchin’ any part’a my body. I can feel a nut slowly buildin’ up inside’a me as I think ’bout ridin’ his cock, then poppin’ his top.

I stick my hands up my skirt, play in my wet pussy, dippin’ one finga, then two, into my hole, scoopin’ out my juices. I slowly suck on my fingas. “You wanna taste this pussy, nigga?”

He sits up on his forearms. “Yeah, ma. Stop fuckin’ ’round and take them fuckin’ clothes off so I get up in that pussy.”

I frown, but keep it cute. Pussy muhfucka, who da fuck you think you rushin’, I think, tellin’ the muhfucka to be easy. I tell the nigga to lay back and enjoy the show. Tell ’im I’ma give ’im sumthin’ he’ll neva forget. He scoots up toward the headboard, proppin’ pillows in back of ’im.

I slowly pull my skirt up ova my hips, turnin’ ’round. “You wanna fuck this pussy, nigga?” I ask ova my shoulder, bendin’ ova and pullin’ open my ass cheeks to give the muhfucka a backshot view of my goodness.

He strokes his dick. “Fuck yeah, baby…look how hard you got my shit…”

Think, bitch. How you gonna get up on that nigga’s cock wit’out him puttin’ his muthafuckin’ hands on you?

Bitch, get ya mind right. You don’t need’a be tryna fuck Juanita’s trash. Shoot this nigga and bounce the fuck on.