Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago Page B

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    Kola was looking around for a girl named Chyna Doll, who a male friend had put her up on. He let it be known to her that Chyna Doll was young and down for whatever, a freak, and a raving beauty with looks that many would kill for.
    “Yo, Kola, this chick is off the hook, fo’ real,” the young kid had told her. “I’m telling you, she sucked my dick like gravity was in her mouth.”
    Kola needed more than a freak. She needed an elite stable of young hoes like herself down for whatever. She had planned on putting together an event—a sex party where people would pay admission. With the right girls who had good pussy and great head game, the men she invited would pay to play, and Kola needed the best.
    She had talked to Kandy a few days ago, convincing her to try out one of her parties, and Kandy was down, especially after the dick-down she got from Mike-Mike. So Kola was after the next female to fill her stable of professionals. She wanted the cream of the crop because she was going to hit muthafuckas with membership fees to join her party. She was about her money and business, and if you didn’t know how to work what your momma gave you, then she couldn’t use you.
    Kola looked around the room and observed every naked or scantily clad ho in the place. Some were really nice and sexy with their swag, but a few girls struck her as washed up. She moved to the stage and took a seat in one of the soft leather chairs. She watched a big-booty girl clap her butt cheeks together and then bend over to expose her goodies. She began tipping the stripper with a few dollar bills.
    The place was buzzing with activity from corner to corner—lap dances, wall dances, a lot of bumping and grinding, and tricks disappearing into the VIP rooms with their stripper of choice for the night.
    Kola noticed a tall beauty with an erotic aura stepping out of the dressing room. Scantily clad in a black baby doll dress that had sheer mesh with a sequined lace hem, cut-out sides, and twin straps, her rich caramel skin seemed to glow with sexiness. Her knee-high leather stilettos seemed to make her almost touch the sky, and her two long pigtails gave her that naughty-schoolgirl look.
    Kola kept her eyes fixated on the girl during her long stride from the dressing room to the stage. She walked with confidence, her exotic, chinky eyes scanning the crowd for potential tricks for the night. Kola already liked her style because the girl portrayed herself as that bitch in the room.
    Kola knew that had to be Chyna Doll, because everything about her screamed “confident.” She watched the girl work the stage to Usher’s “There Goes My Baby.” She had a presence about her that made almost every eye in the room stay glued on her.
    The tips started flowing her way, but Kola was outdoing the guys by spreading money all over the dancer like a heavy rainfall. Kola watched the stripper move across the stage with style and admired the way she swung herself around the pole with steadiness like a cat.
    “What’s your name?” Kola asked the woman as she did a split in front of her and leaned her body forward, showing the crowd just how flexible she was.
    “Chyna Doll,” she answered, never missing a beat in her performance.
    The men clapped with excitement, their eyes dancing all over her body. The crowd of onlookers grew thicker around the stage as Chyna Doll brought out her bag of goodies and prepared to perform something naughty. She stripped down until she was butt naked, showing the crowd her curves.
    Chyna clutched an eight-inch dildo the color of night. Sprawled out on her back, she spread her legs and rammed the thick tool deep into her pussy and fucked herself, making the men yell out. She then released the dildo from her grip and allowed the muscles in her pussy to take over, making the dildo move with the contraction of her vagina. She played with her breasts, pinched her nipples, and allowed the action to go on for a few minutes.
    “Oh my