and waving his arm. “She's all the way live! This one's for real, y'all! That ain't no weave on her head, fellas! She's a for-real, nat-ur-al, bona fide redhead!” He dropped to his knees. “C'mon, baby girl. Don't you wanna be my wifey?”
I could hear Vonnie and Dom screaming, “Hell yeah! Hell yeah!”
I looked down into his pretty eyes and couldn't believe my luck.
“Hell yeah!” I repeated after my girls. “Hell yeah!”
He was on his feet again. “Y'all heard that, right?”
More screams and whistles.
“All right, then. It's official. Candy and Cane. Just remember: Whatever gets hooked in the House of Homicide, can't nothing but death fuck it up!”
I laughed along with the crowd, feeling too damn special standing there beside him as the music kicked up again and the whole house broke live. It didn't bother me a bit that he had just claimed me without even knowing me or that he'd looked down my clothes like he had it like that. I had what every other chick in the house wanted: Hurricane Jackson's eye and his attention. And as far as I was concerned there was nothing else in the world that I needed.
W hen the auditions were over Hurricane invited us to party upstairs in the VIP lounge with his crew, and we almost screamed we felt so lucky. Rappers like Nas, 50 Cent, and other high profilers were rolling through the house the whole night.
“Girl, he's gone sign us,” Vonzelle kept saying over and over as we held our laminates and walked up to the main lounge. “That niggah is gone sign us! His fine ass is ready to put us down on paper right NOW!”
Dominica shushed her. “Calm your ass down. Don't be acting all desperate, Vonnie. You might make him think we just some regular groupies.”
We were sure enough giving him groupie stares. Hurricane was so big he coulda been on steroids. Arms, chest, nothing butmeat. Muscle meat. I felt myself getting warm just looking at him and I could tell Dominica and Vonzelle were turned on too.
“Damn, that niggah is so much finer in person than he is on TV,” Vonnie whispered. She fanned herself with her hand, then pushed past me and Dominica to get closer to the booth he was sitting in.
“Wait, bitch.” Dominica grabbed her arm. “He already stepped to Candy, remember? Sit your freaky ass down!”
Vonnie just shrugged. “Then Candy betta hook him before I jook him!”
I knew what Dom meant about acting too desperate. I deliberately turned my back when I caught Hurricane looking at me. Then I rolled my ass over to the bar and ordered a cup of orange juice with ice.
I was crunching on the ice when I felt a big hand on my waist. I turned around and got a good whiff of his cologne and dollar signs chinged in my eyes. Everything about him was fresh and expensive and the way he smelled was no exception.
“C'mon, sexy,” Hurricane whispered, nuzzling my neck. “Let's go get busy.”
He grabbed my hand and took me out on the dance floor. All the way out there he was using his thumb to rub small circles in my palm. Just his touch was erotic as hell, and by the time he pulled me close to him the crotch of my shorts was getting wet.
The DJ was kicking a hard rap cut, and while everybody else danced fast and furious, Hurricane had me on lock. He pressed his hard body against mine and moved like we were in the bed. I had my arms around his neck as I rubbed my big tittiesagainst his chest, scraping my nipples back and forth on him and enjoying the electric tingles that shot down to my damp pussy.
“I ain't never seen a sistah like you,” he whispered, sucking on my neck and holding me by my tight waist. “Everything about you is different. Fine and different.”
His tongue pushed into my mouth and spread heat. I tried to suck it down my throat. My hands were all over him. He massaged my ass like he loved its thickness. People were dancing all around us but we carried on like we were alone. I spread my legs until his thigh was between them then moved up
I could hear Vonnie and Dom screaming, “Hell yeah! Hell yeah!”
I looked down into his pretty eyes and couldn't believe my luck.
“Hell yeah!” I repeated after my girls. “Hell yeah!”
He was on his feet again. “Y'all heard that, right?”
More screams and whistles.
“All right, then. It's official. Candy and Cane. Just remember: Whatever gets hooked in the House of Homicide, can't nothing but death fuck it up!”
I laughed along with the crowd, feeling too damn special standing there beside him as the music kicked up again and the whole house broke live. It didn't bother me a bit that he had just claimed me without even knowing me or that he'd looked down my clothes like he had it like that. I had what every other chick in the house wanted: Hurricane Jackson's eye and his attention. And as far as I was concerned there was nothing else in the world that I needed.
W hen the auditions were over Hurricane invited us to party upstairs in the VIP lounge with his crew, and we almost screamed we felt so lucky. Rappers like Nas, 50 Cent, and other high profilers were rolling through the house the whole night.
“Girl, he's gone sign us,” Vonzelle kept saying over and over as we held our laminates and walked up to the main lounge. “That niggah is gone sign us! His fine ass is ready to put us down on paper right NOW!”
Dominica shushed her. “Calm your ass down. Don't be acting all desperate, Vonnie. You might make him think we just some regular groupies.”
We were sure enough giving him groupie stares. Hurricane was so big he coulda been on steroids. Arms, chest, nothing butmeat. Muscle meat. I felt myself getting warm just looking at him and I could tell Dominica and Vonzelle were turned on too.
“Damn, that niggah is so much finer in person than he is on TV,” Vonnie whispered. She fanned herself with her hand, then pushed past me and Dominica to get closer to the booth he was sitting in.
“Wait, bitch.” Dominica grabbed her arm. “He already stepped to Candy, remember? Sit your freaky ass down!”
Vonnie just shrugged. “Then Candy betta hook him before I jook him!”
I knew what Dom meant about acting too desperate. I deliberately turned my back when I caught Hurricane looking at me. Then I rolled my ass over to the bar and ordered a cup of orange juice with ice.
I was crunching on the ice when I felt a big hand on my waist. I turned around and got a good whiff of his cologne and dollar signs chinged in my eyes. Everything about him was fresh and expensive and the way he smelled was no exception.
“C'mon, sexy,” Hurricane whispered, nuzzling my neck. “Let's go get busy.”
He grabbed my hand and took me out on the dance floor. All the way out there he was using his thumb to rub small circles in my palm. Just his touch was erotic as hell, and by the time he pulled me close to him the crotch of my shorts was getting wet.
The DJ was kicking a hard rap cut, and while everybody else danced fast and furious, Hurricane had me on lock. He pressed his hard body against mine and moved like we were in the bed. I had my arms around his neck as I rubbed my big tittiesagainst his chest, scraping my nipples back and forth on him and enjoying the electric tingles that shot down to my damp pussy.
“I ain't never seen a sistah like you,” he whispered, sucking on my neck and holding me by my tight waist. “Everything about you is different. Fine and different.”
His tongue pushed into my mouth and spread heat. I tried to suck it down my throat. My hands were all over him. He massaged my ass like he loved its thickness. People were dancing all around us but we carried on like we were alone. I spread my legs until his thigh was between them then moved up
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