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Authors: Daaimah S. Poole
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youâll take me to your house soon and get a puppy, Shani?â
âYes, real soon.â I kissed her cheek and told Ms. Valerie I would call them. Raven always cried when I left, and that made me happy. It let me know she still knew who her real mommy was. When I get in the right position, Iâm going to get my daughter, I swear I am. Iâm going to get us a two-bedroom apartment for just me, her, and our puppy.
I met Courtney at the house. Our bills were due, so we were meeting up with these guys Courtney knew. We were going to hang out with them. âHanging outâ meant that we would let them give us some money for the pleasure of our company. Later, weâd reward them with sex.
Courtney started running down who we were meeting up with.
âThey from South Philly and theyâre both paid. My bull name is Quan, and youâre with his friend, Marquis. Theyâre from down Seventh Street and Quanâs uncle was getting it back in the day. Quan got street money and a job. I was talking to him and he said he had to call me back because he was at work. He works at the airport, doing something. I was like, okay, do that . . . a job and a hustle.â
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Quan and Marquis pulled up in and we hopped in the back seat of the silver Crown Victoria.
âSo where yâall want to go? We will take you wherever,â Quan said, turning around and looking at us in the back seat.
âI want Red Lobster. I love they biscuits. You cool with that, Shanice?â Courtney yelled out.
âThatâs fine, I guess.â I didnât care as long as it didnât take all night.
âAll right. Weâre there.â Marquis turned around and started looking at me. He was okay-looking. He just had a big lightbulb head.
At the Red Lobster on Roosevelt Boulevard, we sat at a booth and talked a little. Marquis was wearing jeans, a white tee, and the new Jordans. I could see his money on and off his body. He had a huge money roll imprint in his pockets. I needed that. I hoped he wasnât stingy. He wasnât much of a talker, but he seemed cool. We ate, drank, and now it was time to handle the other part of our night.
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On the way to the hotel, we listened to Meek Mill and smoked a blunt they had rolled. We were all chill and Courtney was all up on Quan like they were really together. He was cute, but she needed to remember what we were there for.
They got us a room at this sleazy motel. Marquis said that they only had one room with two double beds. I love my cousin, but I donât want to see or hear her have sex. I was ready to say letâs find another hotel, but everyone got out of the car.
In the room Marquis starting pouring peach Cîroc into clear plastic cups and handed them out. I took a sip and mellowed out. Marquis started stroking my arms, then he got up and kissed me. Before things got too serious, I excused myself and pulled Courtney into the bathroom.
âDid you get the money?â
Courtney pointed to her shoe and said, âYeah, I got the eight hundred right here, four hundred apiece.â
I came out the bathroom, took another sip of my drink, and had a seat next to Marquis. Courtney pulled Quan over in the corner by the bathroom and I turned on the television to drown out the noise they were about to make. I had a seat on the bed with Marquis, and we began to get familiar with one another.
Marquis licked on my neck and ears. His tongue left a sour trash smell. I turned my face to the side so I didnât have to inhale it.
He pulled out a condom and strapped it on himself.
Without waiting, he popped his hard dick into my pussy. His dick was curved and leaned to the right. At first it was feeling okay, but then that crooked shit kept stabbing my insides. I clenched my walls together to make him cum quicker, but that had the opposite reaction on Marquis. The tightness made him more excited, and he kept beating it up like he was knocking on a
âYes, real soon.â I kissed her cheek and told Ms. Valerie I would call them. Raven always cried when I left, and that made me happy. It let me know she still knew who her real mommy was. When I get in the right position, Iâm going to get my daughter, I swear I am. Iâm going to get us a two-bedroom apartment for just me, her, and our puppy.
I met Courtney at the house. Our bills were due, so we were meeting up with these guys Courtney knew. We were going to hang out with them. âHanging outâ meant that we would let them give us some money for the pleasure of our company. Later, weâd reward them with sex.
Courtney started running down who we were meeting up with.
âThey from South Philly and theyâre both paid. My bull name is Quan, and youâre with his friend, Marquis. Theyâre from down Seventh Street and Quanâs uncle was getting it back in the day. Quan got street money and a job. I was talking to him and he said he had to call me back because he was at work. He works at the airport, doing something. I was like, okay, do that . . . a job and a hustle.â
Â
Quan and Marquis pulled up in and we hopped in the back seat of the silver Crown Victoria.
âSo where yâall want to go? We will take you wherever,â Quan said, turning around and looking at us in the back seat.
âI want Red Lobster. I love they biscuits. You cool with that, Shanice?â Courtney yelled out.
âThatâs fine, I guess.â I didnât care as long as it didnât take all night.
âAll right. Weâre there.â Marquis turned around and started looking at me. He was okay-looking. He just had a big lightbulb head.
At the Red Lobster on Roosevelt Boulevard, we sat at a booth and talked a little. Marquis was wearing jeans, a white tee, and the new Jordans. I could see his money on and off his body. He had a huge money roll imprint in his pockets. I needed that. I hoped he wasnât stingy. He wasnât much of a talker, but he seemed cool. We ate, drank, and now it was time to handle the other part of our night.
Â
On the way to the hotel, we listened to Meek Mill and smoked a blunt they had rolled. We were all chill and Courtney was all up on Quan like they were really together. He was cute, but she needed to remember what we were there for.
They got us a room at this sleazy motel. Marquis said that they only had one room with two double beds. I love my cousin, but I donât want to see or hear her have sex. I was ready to say letâs find another hotel, but everyone got out of the car.
In the room Marquis starting pouring peach Cîroc into clear plastic cups and handed them out. I took a sip and mellowed out. Marquis started stroking my arms, then he got up and kissed me. Before things got too serious, I excused myself and pulled Courtney into the bathroom.
âDid you get the money?â
Courtney pointed to her shoe and said, âYeah, I got the eight hundred right here, four hundred apiece.â
I came out the bathroom, took another sip of my drink, and had a seat next to Marquis. Courtney pulled Quan over in the corner by the bathroom and I turned on the television to drown out the noise they were about to make. I had a seat on the bed with Marquis, and we began to get familiar with one another.
Marquis licked on my neck and ears. His tongue left a sour trash smell. I turned my face to the side so I didnât have to inhale it.
He pulled out a condom and strapped it on himself.
Without waiting, he popped his hard dick into my pussy. His dick was curved and leaned to the right. At first it was feeling okay, but then that crooked shit kept stabbing my insides. I clenched my walls together to make him cum quicker, but that had the opposite reaction on Marquis. The tightness made him more excited, and he kept beating it up like he was knocking on a
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