"Some Fresh..": An Intro to Colony Sparks (continued)

So where did we leave off...Colony, right?

Oh yeah...she said,

"So what ya'll think?"

Now here I am sitting here with my d*ck hanging out in the middle of this club. Damn strangers staring at my sh*t like some science project. Felt kinda gay with them nigs looking at me, conversing amongst themselves about my package. The 3 women that were in the booth made it a little better, but still. I mean, I like my d*ck, but for some grown ass men to be just examining it like that? No thank you.

3-3

That was the vote, which mean that Colony had the deciding vote. Again, she grabbed me by my shaft and copped a few more strokes. She must have liked liked something to have given me a part time hand job twice.

"You're nice, but I'm not all the way convinced," she said. "Not that I don't trust the word of our mutual friend...I just need a little more."

WTF!?!?! What more did she need? The b**ch had me naked in the middle of some freak club getting judged!!!

Something in my head was telling me to just pull up my pants and leave. Yet, there was also something telling me to think about those students loans that were piling up...those credit card bills...Mama needing money here and there. Sh*t, I didn't even have a job plan...and I was going to be graduating with a master's degree in about a month.

You're probably thinking WTF, right? Yeah, so was I.

"Need more like what," I asked.

Grabbing my shoulders, Colony turned me around towards the bar, d*ck still hanging out. Several people were sitting at or near the bar so I was a bit confused until she pointed out a very sultry, young woman who seemed to be looking right back at us as if on a cue.

"Her name is Dyci." (As pronounced like D.C.)

On a scale of 1-10, Dyci was an 11....long legs, mulatto skin tone, and walking right over to us!

"F*ck her..."

Again, I thought this was another joke. But my pants were still down and my d*ck was still hard.

"It's not rocket science, baby," Colony ribbed. "You wanna live in my world, you gotta play by my rules."

Dyci was now looking me in my face, trying hard not to look down at my protruding hard-on.

"Dyci, do Mama C a favor..."

Mama C??? This ho is trippin'.

Dyci's eyes lit up like she had been waiting for this opportunity all her life...or at least all night.

"Take Mr. Davis, here, and give him a tryout," she said. "Then let me know what you think."

I wasn't down with this sh*t. Just a random hank fu*k on some out the blue hank. HELL NAW!!!

"Colony...uh Miss Sparks...Mama C...no disrespect but I'm not sure about all this."

She looked a little mad when I said that. Not sure if this is right, huh?"

Yep.

"You like money?" "I know you like pu**y!!!"

Ok?

"How about this son...Braylon Davis, this is Dyci, my daughter...flesh, blood, and bone..."

That was sick as the fu*k.

"I'm here setting out this young P for you and you got the nerve to think about it?"

You could guess that I obviously didn't walk away hence the story about Myra and the lunch date..but after Colony having a gun put to my head, a few shots of Patron', and an available condom in the room ready for me, I guess I was stuck like Chuck. I will say this though: Dyci was a hot piece of ass. So you know I had to tear it up.

The smile on Colony's face meant that Dyci gave me a good review.

"Sorry about being so harsh, but I'm a business woman and I don't BS around."

I understood that.

"Also, she added, "let me apologize now for taping you having sex with a 17 year old girl. Fu**ed up, I know...and yes, Dyci is my real daughter. But this is a game I play to win...favor or not."

That dirty b**ch!

"We got all the footage. From all angles and sides. But Mama definitely likes."

I was still trying to wrap my head around banging this 17 year old girl.

"So what I'm gonna do is give you this stack for a job well done...and offer you a piece of the pie."

Had I said "no," who knows who would have gotten a hold of that tape or what Jan/Dr. Rix would think. The things racing through my mind...

Colony slid a card to me across the table with a location of a spa...Spa Sydell...and requested I meet her the following day around 12 p.m.

"I'll know you're serious if you show up...or on the brighter side, you can use that $1000 as a down payment on lawyer fees should you decide to start talking...to anyone."

Needless to say, I didn't talk. In fact, I was 30 minutes early to my appointment.

-B.A.D.