and down, crushing my clit against him so deliciously that I came. Hurricane held me up as my orgasm rushed through me, kissing my neck and lips and winding his fingers in my hair.
A moment later he surprised me by slipping his hand down the front of my shorts and sliding his fingers through my tangled pussy hairs. He touched my clit, and I arched my back and moaned, then thrust my hips toward him as he slid one thick finger into my tight, wet pussy and moved it slowly back and forth as I bent my knees and bounced gently up and down.
I came again as he brushed his thumb lightly across my clit, and he massaged my pussy with the handful of juices he'd collected, then pulled his hand out my shorts and licked his fingers.
“Damn.” He grinned, kissing my cheek. “You look good. You feel good. You taste good. Who's your man? Wait. Don't tell me. I might have to kill that niggah!”
I laughed and leaned against his chest as the music thumped. Hurricane let go of me and started fast dancing, so I did the same, shaking my ass all over the floor. My moves were wildand hot, and people were starting to notice. I enjoyed the stares as me and Hurricane worked it out to “P.I.M.P” by 50 Cent.
I was amazed at what had just went down between us, but I didn't feel bad about it though. Things were falling in place for me and it was turning out to be the best night of my life. My group had performed for the baddest label out there, and its owner had just let me know with his fingers how much he liked me. I had turned around to give him a couple of views of me from the back when someone caught my eye. It was the same guy I'd checked out earlier. Knowledge. Everybody else was moving and he was holding still. He busted me eyeing him and turned and walked away.
Chapter 7
Mob Money
H urricane got distracted by one of his boys and disappeared somewhere, leaving me standing by myself on the dance floor. I worked my way back over to my table with people stopping me every few feet to tell me how hot our audition had been.
I was chilling in a booth with my girls and sipping another glass of icy orange juice when my cell phone vibrated. I slipped it off my waist and looked at the caller ID. Mama. The last thing I'd told her was to call me after she made the drop in Seattle, but I hadn't heard shit from her in over eight hours and I'd been waiting on anxious for her call the whole night.
I grabbed my purse. “Let me out, y'all,” I yelled, practically pushing Vonnie and Dominica out of the booth. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”
Mama had been calling from her house, and I ran into the ladies’ room to call her back. Females were all up in that mug doing everything except peeing. One chick had her curling iron plugged in over the sink and was frying her weave, two others were bent over a fifty-dollar bill, sharing a couple of lines of hit,and three older sisters were checking their shit out in the floor-length mirrors, sucking in their stomachs and stuffing tissue in the bottom of their bras to make their titties sit up higher.
One of the stalls had an OUT OF ORDER sign taped to it, so I stepped past the crowd and went into the other one and locked the door. I pressed Mama's number on speed dial and breathed a sigh of relief when Caramel answered on the first ring.
“Put Mama on the goddamn phone!” I said. I'd been so scared she'd gotten knocked that now that she was back all I wanted to do was curse her out real good.
Caramel sniffed. “She ain't here.”
“What you mean she ain't there, Caramel? She just called my cell phone a minute ago!”
“That was me, Candy,” my sister said, and that's when I heard the tears in her voice. “I called you 'cause Mama still ain't made it back yet.”
My heart sank. This was not good news, and I didn't even want to think about the possibilities that were trying to creep into my mind.
I spoke calmly 'cause I could tell my sister was already scared. “Okay, Caramel. Did Mama call to say
A moment later he surprised me by slipping his hand down the front of my shorts and sliding his fingers through my tangled pussy hairs. He touched my clit, and I arched my back and moaned, then thrust my hips toward him as he slid one thick finger into my tight, wet pussy and moved it slowly back and forth as I bent my knees and bounced gently up and down.
I came again as he brushed his thumb lightly across my clit, and he massaged my pussy with the handful of juices he'd collected, then pulled his hand out my shorts and licked his fingers.
“Damn.” He grinned, kissing my cheek. “You look good. You feel good. You taste good. Who's your man? Wait. Don't tell me. I might have to kill that niggah!”
I laughed and leaned against his chest as the music thumped. Hurricane let go of me and started fast dancing, so I did the same, shaking my ass all over the floor. My moves were wildand hot, and people were starting to notice. I enjoyed the stares as me and Hurricane worked it out to “P.I.M.P” by 50 Cent.
I was amazed at what had just went down between us, but I didn't feel bad about it though. Things were falling in place for me and it was turning out to be the best night of my life. My group had performed for the baddest label out there, and its owner had just let me know with his fingers how much he liked me. I had turned around to give him a couple of views of me from the back when someone caught my eye. It was the same guy I'd checked out earlier. Knowledge. Everybody else was moving and he was holding still. He busted me eyeing him and turned and walked away.
Chapter 7
Mob Money
H urricane got distracted by one of his boys and disappeared somewhere, leaving me standing by myself on the dance floor. I worked my way back over to my table with people stopping me every few feet to tell me how hot our audition had been.
I was chilling in a booth with my girls and sipping another glass of icy orange juice when my cell phone vibrated. I slipped it off my waist and looked at the caller ID. Mama. The last thing I'd told her was to call me after she made the drop in Seattle, but I hadn't heard shit from her in over eight hours and I'd been waiting on anxious for her call the whole night.
I grabbed my purse. “Let me out, y'all,” I yelled, practically pushing Vonnie and Dominica out of the booth. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”
Mama had been calling from her house, and I ran into the ladies’ room to call her back. Females were all up in that mug doing everything except peeing. One chick had her curling iron plugged in over the sink and was frying her weave, two others were bent over a fifty-dollar bill, sharing a couple of lines of hit,and three older sisters were checking their shit out in the floor-length mirrors, sucking in their stomachs and stuffing tissue in the bottom of their bras to make their titties sit up higher.
One of the stalls had an OUT OF ORDER sign taped to it, so I stepped past the crowd and went into the other one and locked the door. I pressed Mama's number on speed dial and breathed a sigh of relief when Caramel answered on the first ring.
“Put Mama on the goddamn phone!” I said. I'd been so scared she'd gotten knocked that now that she was back all I wanted to do was curse her out real good.
Caramel sniffed. “She ain't here.”
“What you mean she ain't there, Caramel? She just called my cell phone a minute ago!”
“That was me, Candy,” my sister said, and that's when I heard the tears in her voice. “I called you 'cause Mama still ain't made it back yet.”
My heart sank. This was not good news, and I didn't even want to think about the possibilities that were trying to creep into my mind.
I spoke calmly 'cause I could tell my sister was already scared. “Okay, Caramel. Did Mama call to say
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