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door. Then he would stop for a little bit, try to control his release, then start knocking again. I think Marquis and Quan may have been in some kind of competition to see who could go the hardest. Courtney was moaning loudly on the other side of the room and I didnât want to make any noise, but I couldnât help but scream.
I didnât think I would like Marquis, but more liquor and more weed made him more fuckable. What he lacked in personality and features, he made up for with his dick. He was feeling better and better inside me.
Once he was done, I was ready to rest for a minute. All I could do was stretch out and close my eyes. Marquis said he would be back; he was going to get more condoms. I wasnât doing anything else, but I told him okay. I was about to take a nap. Before I shut my eyes all the way, I noticed Courtneyâs boy, Quan, digging all in her purse.
âYo, why you in her bag?â He acted like he didnât hear me, so I said it again when I saw him reaching for Courtneyâs jacket.
âIâm looking for her lighter,â he said, still digging around.
Her lighter was right on the nightstand. I sat up and then he was digging around in her jeans pockets.
âWhat are you looking for?â I asked him as I got up from the bed, walked across the room, and looked out the window. I saw Marquis still sitting outside in the car even though he said he was supposed to be on a condom run. I sensed something wasnât going right. I nudged Courtney awake, and she snatched her jeans from Quan and asked what the hell he was doing.
âYo, Courtney, where the money at?â Quan said in a gruff voice.
âHuh, what money?â she asked.
âYou know what money. Your pussy wasnât worth no eight hundred. Yâall should have been doing tricks and bumping pussies with each other and giving us a show for that kind of money. You didnât do nothing special, so give me our money back.â
âShit, you lost your mind. We not giving you shit. Fuck out of here,â I said.
âLook, we ainât giving you any money back. You got what you wanted and we got paid. Thatâs what it is,â Courtney shouted at Quan.
âNaw, that ainât what it is,â he said as he picked up Courtneyâs shoes. She leaped toward him. He pushed her and I was ready to hit him when he pulled out a black .45 automatic gun. He pointed the gun at us and we both fell back. I stood still as he took our hard-earned money out of Courtneyâs shoe. He backed up out of the room holding a gun in one hand and our money in the other. I didnât think it could get any worse, but it did. After he shut the door, Courtney ran over to the door and opened it. She screamed, âYou little pencil-ass dick bitch. I was faking it when I was yelling. I couldnât even feel that shit.â
What Courtney was saying must have had some truth behind it because Quan came back and banged on the door. We were laughing until he shot through the motel window twice. We both ducked down and waited until we heard their car screech off. There were so many names I could have called dumb-ass Courtney, but I didnât. I was too drained and too angry to light into her ass.
âWe have to get out of here before the cops get here.â
âI know,â I said as I hurried to grab my belongings and we ran out of the motel.
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We were several blocks away and out of breath before we stopped running.
âOh. My. God. He is crazy. I canât believe he shot at us and left us all the way out here,â Courtney gasped.
âYeah, this is fucked up. I canât believe he shot at us, either. We have to find out what bus runs around here.â
My insides were on fire. That dry-ass condom and his crooked dick were not a good combination. I was fuming mad. Now that my high was blown, I could smell Marquisâs stank blunt breath all over my skin.
âI wish we could call
I didnât think I would like Marquis, but more liquor and more weed made him more fuckable. What he lacked in personality and features, he made up for with his dick. He was feeling better and better inside me.
Once he was done, I was ready to rest for a minute. All I could do was stretch out and close my eyes. Marquis said he would be back; he was going to get more condoms. I wasnât doing anything else, but I told him okay. I was about to take a nap. Before I shut my eyes all the way, I noticed Courtneyâs boy, Quan, digging all in her purse.
âYo, why you in her bag?â He acted like he didnât hear me, so I said it again when I saw him reaching for Courtneyâs jacket.
âIâm looking for her lighter,â he said, still digging around.
Her lighter was right on the nightstand. I sat up and then he was digging around in her jeans pockets.
âWhat are you looking for?â I asked him as I got up from the bed, walked across the room, and looked out the window. I saw Marquis still sitting outside in the car even though he said he was supposed to be on a condom run. I sensed something wasnât going right. I nudged Courtney awake, and she snatched her jeans from Quan and asked what the hell he was doing.
âYo, Courtney, where the money at?â Quan said in a gruff voice.
âHuh, what money?â she asked.
âYou know what money. Your pussy wasnât worth no eight hundred. Yâall should have been doing tricks and bumping pussies with each other and giving us a show for that kind of money. You didnât do nothing special, so give me our money back.â
âShit, you lost your mind. We not giving you shit. Fuck out of here,â I said.
âLook, we ainât giving you any money back. You got what you wanted and we got paid. Thatâs what it is,â Courtney shouted at Quan.
âNaw, that ainât what it is,â he said as he picked up Courtneyâs shoes. She leaped toward him. He pushed her and I was ready to hit him when he pulled out a black .45 automatic gun. He pointed the gun at us and we both fell back. I stood still as he took our hard-earned money out of Courtneyâs shoe. He backed up out of the room holding a gun in one hand and our money in the other. I didnât think it could get any worse, but it did. After he shut the door, Courtney ran over to the door and opened it. She screamed, âYou little pencil-ass dick bitch. I was faking it when I was yelling. I couldnât even feel that shit.â
What Courtney was saying must have had some truth behind it because Quan came back and banged on the door. We were laughing until he shot through the motel window twice. We both ducked down and waited until we heard their car screech off. There were so many names I could have called dumb-ass Courtney, but I didnât. I was too drained and too angry to light into her ass.
âWe have to get out of here before the cops get here.â
âI know,â I said as I hurried to grab my belongings and we ran out of the motel.
Â
We were several blocks away and out of breath before we stopped running.
âOh. My. God. He is crazy. I canât believe he shot at us and left us all the way out here,â Courtney gasped.
âYeah, this is fucked up. I canât believe he shot at us, either. We have to find out what bus runs around here.â
My insides were on fire. That dry-ass condom and his crooked dick were not a good combination. I was fuming mad. Now that my high was blown, I could smell Marquisâs stank blunt breath all over my skin.
âI wish we could call
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