Feels Like The First Time...

Dear Braylon,

I hope this email reaches you and finds you in great spirits. I know it's been some time since we last talked or even made contact; however, that doesn't mean that I haven't thought about you. Not a day passes that the thought of your warm, boyish smile doesn't cross my mind.

You're 29 now, right? Yeah, nice and ripe age. But I bet you have not aged a day.

I was sitting in my office after class the other day and a sudden jolt came over me. I remember that day, in the office...our first time...

Heaven knows how my body lusts for you. The way your d**k throbbed in my mouth while I pumped your "man well," pulling to get you harder. How your massive rod split my dripping womanhood, pounding my surface as the barriers of my heat came down.

It was only that one time, but, you definitely impressed me. And I have to have it...

I'm sure Colony has you well taken care of and that you are probably doing well for yourself. As well as I know her, your schedule should be full, as the first time I saw you, I knew you'd be a star. And now, there are others that know the same.

Trust, I have been keeping an eye on my favorite student. And just as sure as these words I am saying flow from my fingers to the computer screen, my pu**y is getting damp with excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

Don't be alarmed. Things are fine with me. I just need a little break from the norm. And it happens that, this weekend, I am free. Colony is only a preliminary obstacle, but I will make sure I contact her and fill up your schedule for the weekend.

And don't worry, I will make it worth your while. I still know how "the game" goes even though I have kind of faded away from that scene.

I have a few things to take care of before I leave work, but I will make sure you know the time and the place.

I'll be seeing you soon, Mr. Davis...my P.Y.B.

Sincerely,

Jan



Funny, huh?

I hadn't seen or heard from Dr. Rix....

Sh*t, you would think after I had f***ed her, I would be able to address her as Jan rather than Dr. Rix...

I hadn't seen Jan in about a year...last heard from her on my birthday some 6 months ago...and it surely wasn't talking about no weekend getaway.

Email definitely shocked the hell outta me. Jan...

Talking bout some sweet pu**y?!?!?! What!?!?!

I had only hit it one time but it was the rush of the moment...just how sh*t popped off...the forbidden truth in knowing that she was:

-the teacher
-the aggressor
-the...wife

The Wife...

Maybe she just wanted a hit of what she was used to. Running with a b**ch like Colony, Jan had to have put in some type of work at some point and time. But, I wasn't really interested in the dynamics of their relationship. For all I knew, Colony probably ate her pu**y too. Wouldn't shock me.

Maybe her husband was f***ing up. Slack @$$ nig. Often times, when they come to me and they are married, the hubby ain't putting that pu**y in orbit like they want it done.

Then again, who was I to pass judgement. Maybe I was the reason they deemed their man to be so slack.

HAHAHA...what can I say? It's a gift.

Silly hoes...

You know I'm gonna take that job, though. A nice getaway, some good...good sex, and best of all:

CHA CHING!!!! Paid, b**ch...

Feels just like...THE FIRST TIME.

Big Things Cum in(side) Small Packages...Part 3 (The Beginning and the End)

A combo of tongue and teeth tickled my skin as Colony's work from beneath pushed the performance from her small companion. A n***a had never had a birthday like this before. The b***h who was paying me to f**k chicks was double teaming a chick with me.

It was a mixture of sick and sexy as I watched Colony manhandle Tonia. Each time she flipped twisted and turned her pint size form, Colony seemed to control the flow of the session. If Tonia was lying on her back, I would be giving it to her missionary and Colony would be sucking on the titties. When Colony wanted her p***y ate, she positioned herself on her back while Tonia buried herself in between Colony's legs while I took her from behind.

As I enjoyed the pleasure I was getting from Tonia's slight yet ample rear, my adrenaline went wild as I watched Tonia's head bobble up and down on Colony's clit. Tonia's head game on men and women was probably good on both sides, but I could get the feeling based on her overall performance that she liked f***ing with chicks more than she liked dudes. Colony probably had her on call just in case for situations like this, probably got all up in this chick's head to do whatever she asked of her.

But back to Colony...as Tonia lapped up her juices, the look on Colony's face seemed as if she wanted more stimulation-like the attention she was already getting wasn't enough.

Poor Tonia...she was too occupied trying to satisfy the carnal greed of this power hungry bull of a woman, not noticing that despite her intentions to ultimately please Colony, she was only irritating her.

I watched Colony grab the sides of Tonia's head and buck her face as if she were a man trying to bang her in the mouth. Her eyes, deep as they were, blazed with lust, wanting more action...

The more Colony bucked, the harder I tried to attack Tonia from behind. I wanted to cum because the run around was getting tiring and I could've thought of better places to be at the time. With each bang, I could feel Tonia tense up from the inside. Colony continued to control Tonia's face from her position. As the swirl of milk spiraled up through my loins, the heat from the sex and just the room temperature itself caused me to close my eyes and just hope for the finish. Until the one time I re-opened them, and Colony's eyes met with mine.

"Tonia, get up..."

Tonia paused, her lips dripping with the spunk from Colony's treasure, looking at Colony like a deer in headlights. Colony's tone hadn't really suggested that Tonia had done anything wrong, but if she said stop, it had to be something.

"Go and wash up for Mama, and I'll come in there and take care of you in a sec..."

Tonia slowly got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. That was some cold blooded sh*t. Colony lay there for a second, not saying anything. I guess she was just looking at the ceiling. Even with my d**k still hard, it was hard not to take my mind from my impending want to squirt; however, I just couldn't help but to think how gangster that sh*t was how Colony just pushed the girl to the wayside and told her to be on call when she was ready.

Colony sat up, looking me directly in my face, a Cheshire cat-like grin on her face.

"Didn't Mama tell you she was gonna take care of you..."

I still didn't like that "Mama C" sh*t. She definitely was my mama and I sure as hell wasn't comfortable calling her anything close or related to it.

"Thank you, Colony. That was nice of you."

I could see her body's creamy complexion, even in the darkness. Her plump breasts were inviting. Her hips, evenly proportioned, sat on perch like some proud, regal lioness. The way she acted, the power that exuded in her commands when she talked to people. She was a twisted whore, but in some sick way, it was a turn on.

Women with a sense of power had always been sexy to me. Colony...Dr. Rix....

Damn...Dr. Rix...

I hadn't heard from her in some months. Although, I knew she was leading her "life," it was odd that she hadn't reached out to me...even on my birthday...like she had done every year since we met...

"Well, Mama was glad she could put her Baby Boy at ease for his day," she said. "Can't never say I never gave you nothing."

She gave me some sub-par, threesome fun (although Tonia had some good head work)...but I still hadn't busted a nut yet.

"Mhmm...like I said, thanks."

I had half the mind to just splash on her dumb ass. Probably would've been a good idea.

Colony slinked a little closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She stared into my eyes like a snake did who was about to hypnotize its prey. Considering I was a good bit taller than her, her stomach ran into my erection, providing space between us--maybe just enough, although I could still suspect a hint of pu**y on her breath.

"I don't make it a practice of mine to f**k someone that works for me, but tonight's got me thinking that I need to make an exception," she said as the stroked me gently with one hand as the other hand ran down my bare chest.

That felt so bomb. I wasn't ready to shoot as eagerly as I had been, but with a few more strokes of something I could have. The look in her eyes was evil, yet I knew she was seriously contemplating taking this employer-employee relationship further.

"Then don't...," I replied. "As long as you get paid...I get paid...all that matters, right?"

There was that grin again.

"Oh...my baby boy..."

This b**ch and this "Baby Boy" stuff...where does she get off...

"In my world, I make the rules...if I wanted you to keep all the money you make, I will let you keep it. If I wanted you to stop working the club, then I will order you to stop working..."

Damn, I knew where this was going. This broad was going to try to strong arm me like she do those others. Since the initial awkward meeting when I first started, Colony and I never really had any problems like that. And if she still wanted her money rolling in, she was going to keep letting me do MY THING...and leave me the hell alone.

"Colony...thank you...for the birthday gift," I said. "And I'm sure you'll thank Tonia for me, too..."

That wasn't what she wanted to hear. The mention of Tonia seemed to irk her nerves. No telling what she was going to do once I left the room.

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying, Baby Boy...I'm not offering myself to you..."

She turned around and placed her ass on my torso. My d**k lay on her backside, warily attentive at the impending proposition.

"You are willingly going to give me what I want..."

I stood there still for a minute. That minute seemed like forever. Neither one of us moved, but if I didn't do anything soon, she might have lost her damn mind and started acting stupid. Tonia was still in the bathroom, but probably done washing up. Maybe she was just too scared to come out, fearing Colony's wrath. If somebody would've come knocking on the door, it would've been right on time.

She turned her head back to look at me. That stare again...

Did that mean "f**k or get f**ked up?"

I had no clue what my head wanted, but my body wanted to get off. Colony edged further up the bed, making some kind of noises, but I couldn't make out what she was doing. That was until something hit me...in the d**k...

"That's five thousand...nothing to me...and I don't need to be wined and dined...," she said bending over again, this time spreading her cheeks to give me a look at a better entry. "No conversation need, Baby Boy."

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

The lights had gone out, so I could see very little. I couldn't make out who our visitor was but it seemed as if Tonia may have.

"Tonia..."

"Mhmmm..." she replied. It was like the whisper in Tonia's ear by our visitor struck a cord. There was like a sigh of lust coming from the couple. With little time wasted, I could hear a suckling sound. I don't know if it was titties or lips or whatever, but the sh*t sounded great. I thought the moment might have been ruined, but I was kinda turned on by it. Temptation pulled at my brain, beckoning me to turn on the lights.

Even the small lamp didn't pull Tonia's attention away from the love her pu**y was receiving. She squirmed like a fish out of water while the onslaught on her clit ensued. Her gum drop nipples, again, stood tall as she caressed her breasts back and forth. She pinched her nipples with a sexual vigor that only intensified her moaning...

This went on for what seemed like minutes, watching her "tiny" frame writhe with ecstasy, her slim, dark lips pursing together as if she was trying to keep from yelling. The only thing that could stop Tonia from yelling was if everything suddenly...STOPPED...

The familiar stranger arose from beneath the petite legs of "my present" and smiled at me.

"I can eat this b**ch all nite...but this is your gift...Right?"

It wasn't that I was in disbelief that Tonia was truly turned on by what was going on. It was just the situation just seemed too random. Colony was truly setting this chick out for me...right now!!!

"Tonia," she whispered. "Have you been taking care of my baby boy like I asked?"

Tonia sat up, almost looking as if she was like a small kid in trouble, ready to run to the corner from a whipping. She didn't gesture anything to Colony. Colony only starred at her, not making any sudden moves. The sh*t looked like one of those predator/prey moments where the predator lay in wait to see what the prey was going to do before they strike.

"Tonia..."

Still no word...

"Baby boy...tell Mama C the truth.."

Why does this b**ch think she can use some of that mind control sh*t on me like she do them other lackeys that she control? Like does she think that works on me???

I sat there looking at her like she had gone crazy. Colony knew not to pull that mess on me. I never said anything to her about how she treated the others that worked for her, but that just wasn't my thing. Silence must not have been the response she wanted...

Damn, she looked good though. Colony had on this black lace bra and panties set, boy shorts...hell, if Tonia wanted to just leave I'd f**ck the hell out of Colony for my birthday. She went both ways. But with a chick like her, it was almost like you had to catch her on the days she wanted d*ck...

"Come here, Tiny..."

Hesitantly, Tonia walked back over to the bed. Colony reached out to her and snatched her arm, dragging her to the bed. Colony lustily touched her body, running her fingers up and down the creases of her frame. She kissed Tonia sweetly along the cusp of her breasts. Sh*t was kinda like some bi/lesbian make up sex.

"Baby boy...come here..."

I ignored her call, just wanting to watch. I mean, if neither one wanted to f**k me, the least I could do was watch.

Colony signaled for me to come over to the bed again, but this time she flipped Tonia onto her belly. Down her back went more kisses....Tonia relaxed like she was in the sweetest place on Earth.

I walked over, hoping to sneak a better view (as if Colony really cared). Man, it was sexy watching Colony kiss her "woman" like that, eat that pu**y...grabbing Tonia from behind, pulling her up as if she was going to take her from behind...

But I didn't see no strap on....

"Take him," Colony demanded.

Nothing happened.

A swift slap on the ass shifted a jolt of fear through Tonia's body...

"Take him..."

Still nothing...

When Colony grabbed Tonia by the thighs and pulled her near, I thought she was about to just start beating on the girl. Sh*t was getting scary. I mean, I wanted a little pu**y for my birthday, but not like this. This was too much...

Her cheeks spread apart by Colony's left hand, while fingers from her right attacked the sweet hole of her hostage. Tonia's eyes rolled in her head as I could see her juices drip on the sheets at the onslaught on her aggressor.

"Now," Colony demanded, just before she rolled underneath Tonia and began sucking on her clit from beneath.

The more Colony sucked, the better Tonia's mouth felt, even better than the first time. I could feel her quiver as she tried to keep her composure while giving me head.

Hard...yeah, hard as my d**k was...

(to be continued)

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)

Best He Ever Paid For...

So did you like that story about Dyci the last time? I bet you did...

Sh*t I loved telling the story just as much as you liked listening to it. Hell, it was even better to have it done. I mean her mouth was like a machine...just sucking....and sucking...and...well, sucking. D was definitely a pro at her job; but since her mom was who she was, then I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. No telling how long she might have had Dyci turning tricks. But, hey, that ain't my problem.

Today was one of those rainy days, but sex still sells regardless of the weather. Truthfully, bad weather (aside from tornadoes, hurricanes) is the best time to get ya f**k on. Especially when you drop a lil' thunder and lightning in there...then right when you bout to hit that spot and then you hear that BOOOOOOOMMMM!!! Man, that sh*t is awesome. Bi***es love that!!!

I remember Colony set me up to see this one "mark." Dana...I think that was her name.

Dana....

I met Dana at a cocktail party that Colony threw at the Twelve Hotel in Atlantic Station in a few months ago for some fake ass ni**a named Ephram Dickens who was running for city council in Atlanta. She had briefly introduced us but I could see right threw his Brooks Brothers suit that he was one of them leach types that Colony loved to drag around in her pocket. Maybe about 6'3, 220, football player mold, but he looked soft as a marshmallow. But the nig was charismatic, almost like me; and just because I was a people watcher, I have occasionally noticed how he was working the room to garner votes and campaign support. Colony was working the room just the same, just that her support was on a different note. Had to give it to her though...that ho knew how to make sure she was amongst important people. I'll discus that later.

Colony had "her people" working the room, including myself, trying to get a feel for some new clientele and make sure the old ones were still in the fold.

"Braylon...I have someone I think you should meet."

I had to admit. First time I saw her, I mean a real look at her, she was cute as hell. You know like that Drake song "Best I Ever Had" where he talks about the chick with no makeup on, wearing sweats and a t-shirt...well, that's the vibe I got from Dana. Maybe 5'4 or 5'5, but the woman had some beautiful titties sitting up nice in her evening gown.

"Braylon Davis...this is Dana."

"A pleasure.."

Dana smiled "Pleased to meet you, sir..."

Any woman Colony introduced me to was 90% times the mark I was supposed to take for the evening. Dana was no different. After a few drinks, a couple of dances, she suggests that we leave.

Mind you, whenever I leave with a woman, there is no secret that she's going to or at least has the potential to get fu**ed. Naturally, they were just hip to the game. Some I had to entertain for a few minutes or hours...other just knew they wanted to get smashed. No real shame in that, I guess. Hell, I was getting paid.

But...oh yes, there is a but...I didn't f**k them all.

Weird? No... That's called G...or game for you slow folks.

I knew the Twelve had some posh rooms, but damn!!! Things were so laid out in there, it looked liked something like a room fit for some VIP type person.

There weren't any panties for Dana to throw to the floor, nor was there a bra...Man, her body looked just as good out the dress just as it did in. Now, although I was a big titty kinda guy, those mouthful C-cups looked delicious. Her Hershey brown nipples made my mouth water just before I palmed her round ass and hoisted her into my arms.

We kissed like animals. I wasn't the kissing type, never even really kissed when I was in a relationship...Yes, I had a girlfriend at one point and time...but she rushed into my face. Our tongues rolled as we twirled about the room, dancing naked. The rain had began to come down a bit more, tapping the window pane.

That was right when I tapped that ass. The pu**y was wet as if she had been outside soaked before we came in. At first she just laid there on her back, running her hands up my arms and around my back, breathing heavily with each thrust. She wasn't much of a talker, but I could tell that she was enjoying something or at least trying to get herself to that point as I didn't have to instruct her to do anything like hoisting up her legs. Dana just let me have my way...and you know ya boy was all over it...

Just as the pace got faster, I could hear her muffle something. Like she was telling me something about her back...

"From the back. Turn me over..."

No problem. Quickly, I obliged her request, not missing much of a beat as I tore into her petite flesh. The constant drilling against her walls was causing a ripple effect within me as her ass violently gyrated at the behest of my thrusts. She didn't scream...no yelling...but she moaned.

Moaned better than some of the marks that I had ran through recently.

That was my cue. Usually, unless they request it or I can sense that they are just a quick f**k kinda job, I take my time. I like to toy with them in my own diabolical way...tease them...grind them like they wish to be done with a man they hadn't paid for...then I screw them like whores. They get a nut. I get mine. I get paid. Everybody's happy.

Then she hit me with something weird. I'm ravaging that ass and she is beginning to moan louder and louder...sh*t is feeling great so I'm getting ready to top it all off.

"Don't c--"

WTF? Don't do what?

"Don't c---um in me...don't cum in me..."

If that wasn't about a b**ch! I mean, I had a rubber on. And I had never had an incident before where anything happened.

"So what do you want then," I asked, still pumping away.

I was about to bust while she was still talking. At that point I really didn't give a f**k, but I wanted to see just where this was going.

"Pull out..."

Now this chick was really tripping. What did she expect me to do with this buildup if she wanted me to pull out?

So you know what I did?

I kept pumping. I was right there, at the edge, and she was still moaning like I liked it. That shit turned me on so bad, I was prepared to just have her yell and bi**h at me if I cam while still inside her.

In what must've been a premonition, she bucked back at me and jumped off. I wanted to choke her, but what happened next threw me for a loop:

She ripped off the rubber and started sucking me. Kinda made me feel like that situation with Dyci, but just as I was about to spray her mouth, she plopped down on her back and jacked my lust all over her breasts. I groaned like a beast as the last of my juice dropped on top of her. Sh*t looked like a freaky cupcake.

All she could do was smile, playing in my semen, rubbing it. We both cleaned up in minutes, deciding that it was time for us to return to the party.

"I needed that," she said.

"I know you did..."

So back to the party....

Dana and I are sitting by the bar, chatting as if nothing was going on until I hear a man behind me speak up.

"Babe, I've been looking for you. There are some folks from the Boys and Girls Club I want you to meet. Maybe they can help you with that after school program you were looking into for me."

Babe?

"I wasn't feeling that good...walked around the hotel...took a LOAD off...," she replied. "Came to get me some water and I ran into Mr.---"

The man looked at me. Surprise, surprise. "Mr. Davis...right?"

"Councilman Dickens...," I bleeped out.

Dickens smiled back. "No...not yet, but with support like you and Miss Sparks, we may just get there!"

I nodded my head in sarcastic agreement. The nig just looked slimy and I was really hoping that he got out of my face. Yet, the thought that I just squirted some of this "life juice" on his wife made me feel a little bit better.

Dana nodded to me and slyly smiled just before she took off with her husband. She had not paid me, but I knew I'd get my cut out of Colony. She had prolly pulled it out of that ni**a earlier...gaming him up on some political payback sh*t.

Guess, I'm all up in the Dickens campaign now...

I should prolly get a thank you card and ask him what my d**k tastes like...

--B.A.D.

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.

"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.