Page 77 of Slippery When Wet

“Hey, boo,” she slurs, swiping the bang of her pink bob weave across her forehead. “You fine as hell, niggah.” She runs a finger over my bicep. “You need to let me take you home and fuck you down into my mattress. Give you some’a this good pussy.”

I peep a few chicks in earshot laughing. “Dietra, girl,” one of the chicks says, glancing at me. “I see you at it again, boo.”

“Gurrrrrrrl,” Pinky Ghetto says over the music. “You know I stay on dick patrol. Ain’t no shame in my game. And this muthafucka right here”—she shoots me a look—“can get it. Get it real good.” She starts thrusting her hips, then slapping her ass. And of course them broads ‘n’ a few niggahs cheer her on.

Bitch, please! If you don’t take ya drunk, ho ass on somewhere and have a seat. Ain’t no way I’ma ever stick my dick in a broad rocking gold fronts. I grin. “Yo, you wildin’, ma. But, nah. I’m good, yo.”

“Uh-huh, I bet you are. You look like you got mad skills. I bet you fuck real good, boo. Let me test ride that dick and see just how good you are.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Nah, ma. Maybe some other time.”

“Then how ’bout you buy me a drank?” She wobbles in her wedge heels a bit, grabbing my arm for support.

“Yo, real shit. Looks like the thing you need is some water.”

She throws a hand up on her hip, then starts snapping. “Muthafucka, you don’t tell me what I need. Who the fuck is you, telling me I need to drank some water? Niggah, fuck you. I’ll buy my own goddamn drank. Cheap fuck.”

Shit! Fuck! That’s what the hell I get for coming up in the hood. I put my hands up and step back. “Yo, ma. Real shit. I ain’t tryna beef wit’ you, yo.”

“Well, niggah, too bad.”

“Dietra, gurrrrl,” one of her lil cheerleaders says, grabbing her arm. “Let this niggah live, gurrrl. Can’t you see he ain’t from around here?”

She glares at me and grunts. “Mmmph. You right, gurrrrl. Fuck him. He prolly gotta little-ass dick anyway.” I take a deep sigh when she lets her girl drag her away. Something tells me I should bounce, but for some reason I stay instead of listening to my gut. I want some pussy. And I know that there’s at least one horny chick in here willing to let

me get up in between her hips.

But after almost two hours sitting at the bar, I’m almost ready to concede defeat when I finally manage to snatch up this lil dark chocolate thing-thing. She’s about five-five ‘n’ thick in all the right places. And based on our conversation—after she’s tossed back three Incredible Hulks, she’s a freak looking to get freaked.

“Yo, ma,” I say over the bar chatter and loud music, “how ’bout we go outside ‘n’ chill in my whip?”

She grins, showing off her straight, white teeth. I can’t remember what the fuck her name is, but it don’t matter. After I hit it, it’s a wrap any-damn-way. “Why, you tryna get your dick sucked or something?”

I laugh. “Nah, I’m tryna eat that pussy real quick.” I grab my crotch. “Then slide this hard-ass dick up in you, that’s if you wit’ it. So what’s good?”

She bats her mink lashes. “Hopefully, all that good shit you talking.”

I grin. “Only one way to find out. You ready?” She tells me to give her a minute so she can use the bathroom, then tell her girls she’s gonna be outside. I see her when she steps outta the bathroom, then walks over to a group of girls. She says something to a thin, light-skinned chick, points over in my direction. They all look over at me, then say something to her. She laughs, then walks off. I bob my head to the music as she makes her way back over to me.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“Cool.”

“But I told my girls if I’m not back in ten minutes to call the police.”

I laugh. “Damn. You shoulda tol’?’em at least twenty.”

She laughs with me. “Boo, please. All it’s gonna take is ten minutes for me to have you nuttin’ on ya’self.”

“Oh word? It’s like that?”

“I can show you better than I can tell you. You’ll find out soon enough.”

I lick my lips in anticipation. Then as we’re heading toward the door, someone cuts in front of me, looping an arm through mine. My mouth drops open. It’s Alicia. She looks over at Dark Chocolate. “Sorry, boo, he’s with me.” She tilts her head, ready for it to turn up.

Dark Chocolate looks from me to her, then back at me. She frowns. “Oh, no thank you, boo-boo. I don’t know what kinda games you got going on, but I’m not the one.” I watch as she storms off, popping shit about niggahs being on their bullshit.

I blink, bringing my attention to Alicia. “Damn, why you do that, yo?”

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