Coke and a Smile...

My bad for being away from you for a minute...Been a little under the weather.

Damn migraines.

That's the one thing about what I do that bothers me sometimes:

A n*gga's health/dental benefits are all contingent upon how much he brings in,,,

But then again, who the hell sets up a health/dental plan when you spend a lot of time drinking, drugging, and f**king?

But I am doing a little better, but I decided to just take a break and not take any appointments. Sometimes, you just gotta get a minute to yourself. I told Colony to just hold them all, especially since they were some regulars who occasionally requested my services. You know that b**ch ain't wanna hear that. Talking some "one monkey don't stop no show" sh*t. Clearly, she don't know I'm still gonna get paid.

Oh! Man...so let me tell you about some crazy stuff that happened to me last week. So I'm laying up in the bed last Friday, just really not feeling too hot...and like I told you earl er, I told Colony to just hold my appointments.

So I'm just relaxing, watching some TV...it's around noon or so, and I get a call--from Dyci.

Now I've gotten calls from Dyci before but it was usually something that had something to do with Colony. Colony never really used her own cell phone. Not really sure what the hell that was about, but whatever...

"Mama C told me that you weren't feeling to good...complaining 'bout how you wasn't coming by the club. Just thought I'd check on you."

That was nice of her. I mean it was two years since I had met Dyci...two years since she was my first real piece of the game. There were no hard feelings (aside from the hard d**k I fed her that night) , and we actually were able to really just chit chat every now and then. True, when we were at the club, we were always working the room, but when there were down times, it was nothing for her to just shoot me a quick call. No harm?

"I'm good. Just a little headache. But thanks for the call though."

She was probably on her way to some mall or boutique from class...or she just got through "running" and had totally missed class altogether. Sometimes I forget that she's 19 now...but sometimes catching her with a book bag downtown reminded me that she was now a sophomore at Georgia State.

We rap for a second or two about school and "work," like how this old dude she met in the Lobby at Twelve was telling her how he'd take her away to some beach resort and trick it off to her, then come to find out the nig really was blowing hot air up her ass. But I knew Dyci...so when she said she did come up on about $300 for popping off some banker in the bathroom, it wasn't hard to believe.

"Well I was out your way...thought maybe I'd roll by for a few. Picking up some lunch. Maybe you'd like some?"

Again, no biggie. "Sure."

Fast forward to Dyci spit shining the top of my head...sh*t was like something fresh out a Superhead video. Baby girl had a definite skill. That head was worth at least a hundred.

She did this thing...held the shaft at the base with all five fingers, short stroked it a few times just before she bore down on the tip with a vacuum-like suction.

How could I see what she was doing? Because i like watching chicks give me head!!! Something powerful, almost narcissistic about watching a young freak (hell, an old one too) bob her head on that meat.

Dyci had been getting it in for at least 10 minutes and i had to shoot because if she was gonna f**k me by now, she would have...you know what was about to happen.

SPLASH MUTHAF**KA!!!! HAHAHA!!!!

A piece of me laughed every time I bust in her mouth. Like her jaws would fill up like a chipmunk carrying a load of ...NUTS!!! LMAO

Shoulda seen this young freak b**ch swallow that milk.

DAMN!!!

So I go clean myself up real quick, knowing what I did was probably wrong, especially in Colony's eyes.... She prolly cared less that I had been smashing her daughter for at least a year, but we just kept it under wraps just to be safe. I liked that she thought enough to keep the scene low and knew enough to play her part. At least her mama taught her something right. But Dyci was cool like that.

She chilled for a minute, ate her "other lunch, and packed her things. I wasn't no "customer" so I didn't have to pay, but Dyci was like that little girl from the neighborhood you knew was going to grow up to be cute but you were kinda old...so I'd slip her a quick hundred or two just because times get hard. Maybe she'd get her a new pair of earrings or shoes or something.

I walked her to the door and gently kissed her on the forehead, saying my goodbye, smiling because she sucked so effortlessly but looked just as good as when she got here. She winked at me just as she turned to walk away.

Guess it was this understanding that, you know,...we do what we do...but she and I are so cool--that a quick nut was like sharing a Coke:

Just smile and keep moving.