Big Things Cum in(side) Small Packages...Part 1

Dirty game we, I...dirty game life plays...

In this life I chose to lead, everything is ruled by power, sex, and money.

Politicians, businessmen (and women), entertainment types need our services. A little convo here, some drinks and drugs there, then...

BAM!!!

If it f**ks, sucks, and busts a nut, you better believe you're gonna have to pay for it.

And with a cold hearted b**ch like Colony Sparks pulling the strings from behind the scene, you better believe that the train is rollin' non-stop.

Why?

Because I don't think anybody is big enough to stand up to her. Then again, if they were bold enough to even look at her sideways, Big Hootie and Firk had the muscle to make anyone think otherwise.

Just imagine two big ass, offensive linemen in slim black suits and shiny black shoes...now, they blend in every now and then, mingling in with patrons at Colony's discretion but never to far to where if something pops off, they can't jump in and rip a little bit of skin of a n*gga's ass. They were just at her beck and call like that. She probably was tossing them a lil piece of pu**y on the side...maybe a quick smash from the back, an old-time blow job...coupled on top of a nice paycheck...SPRUNG

She treated her people like sh*t though...but we all made money.

Lots of money...and maybe that was just enough to sell our souls

Maybe that was enough to lose sense of right and wrong...good and evil....

Damn, if my grandmother could hear me know, she'd probably laugh because I sound like one of those sermons she used to preach in her shack of a church down in Mississippi...

Tonia was her name...non-profit organizations, specifically dealing with children, were her business

So you're thinking, WTF is some wholesome type chick who wants to help kids doing getting in bed with snake b**ch like Colony?

I thought the same thing when i first met her...

Small in stature but she had a commanding voice. Her looks almost teetered the line as being boyish but she almost seemed to have a soft side...

I'll spare you the burden of hearing how Colony set things up or how I met her at some party:

Tonia was a gift to me

It was my 28th birthday. Not that I figured it to be something special, milestone birthday; however, a n*gga was alive and breathing so that was always something to celebrate.

She lie there still, chocolate drop nipples standing on end...smooth, oak colored skin

I wasn't even drunk, but i knew I wanted to f**k the hell out of her. This wasn't for pay. This was my pleasure.

Slithering tongues passed between our airspace; although I had not intending on kissing her. Sometime, you just gotta find a way to get the party rolling.

She sucked me just as good as Dyci although I had a feeling that she wasn't big on giving head. I was used to animalistic type attention when getting my wood polished, so that was obviously my cue to get to something else.

There was a hint of sensuality in her, but the chemistry just seemed all wrong. Maybe I did need a drink, but when it came to sexin' these hoes, it really hit the ego when the vibe wasn't up to the standards in which I was used to.

The b**ch wasn't even paying me!!! She need to be a bit more appreciative to the birthday boy!!!

Her p***y squeaked as I drove straight in. Tight...so much to where she had to turn her head so I couldn't see her grimace. Pump after pump...the more I pumped, the worse the vibe became. Almost like she was doing it out of obligation...

I had humped her relentlessly, really just caring about getting off my nut since this tomboy wasn't really making it exciting for me...and yet, I had not noticed that someone had walked in behind me...

"Let me show you what my Tiny Tonia likes..."

(to be continued)