After waiting a few months and visualizing how it should have been, I felt disappointed. I knew it was my desire to be with Troy that had me tripping on Dorian’s inability to meet my expectations.
Even though the sex wasn’t all that, I still cared about Dorian. We shared so many commonalities. I think that’s why I overlooked the fact that his dick didn’t fill my pussy, barely touched my spot, and the oral couldn’t compare to the treatment I was used to getting.
It’s true what they say, once it’s popped, you can’t stop. Although Dorian wasn’t putting it down like the back breakers to whom I was accustomed, I managed to find a position that made his dick feel five times larger than it was.
Chapter 6|
On the day Loren flew in, I agreed to pick her up from the airport. She was staying at the Crowne Plaza near Metro Detroit Airport. Loren was a gold digger looking to connect with any of my athletic friends. She’d been screwing a rookie player for the Miami Dolphins and searching for the next best thing.
“Hey, girl. Good to see you again,” Loren replied as she loaded her Gucci luggage in the trunk of my BMW.
“Hi, Loren. Likewise,” I responded as we hugged.
My friend owned a club in downtown Detroit, and it was the night to be in the spot. I took Loren by her room so she could shower and change clothes. Friday night you could catch all of Detroit’s football and basketball players in the club. A girl could get rich quick if she played her cards right. I knew too many of the players personally—hell, several were my clients—and I never mixed business with pleasure. Nor would I divulge the details of my relationships with some of the guys. After we arrived at the club, when Loren looked at me for approval, I had nothing to say. I wasn’t Visa or MasterCard and wasn’t extending credit to anyone.
Jackie, an associate of mine who was friends with the club owner, rolled with us. Loren and Jackie didn’t click. It wasn’t clear what the beef was between those two, and I didn’t give a damn, I mixed and mingled with the crowd, leaving them behind.
I was getting my dance on when I heard my friend Rick tell his boys he couldn’t wait until they got home. The conversation continued when he said, “I’m going to break you off something fierce.”
I hadn’t known my friend to be gay. Matter fact, he must have swung both ways because he had been sleeping with my girlfriend on and off for a minute. He cut me a peculiar look when he realized his conversation had been overheard.
“You better be glad it was me that heard that shit and not some reporter,” I said.
He already had a case against him from some chick who filed suit against him and five other guys in the league for some drama that took place in Vegas. He just looked at me and smiled. There was no need for words. I heard what I heard, and all that was running through my mind was this mofo was a closet case. He was fine as hell, and it was disappointing, him wasting that dick in some shit.
I hated going to the club with females. If things weren’t looking right for them, they were ready to bounce. Luckily, the clubs in Detroit closed at 2:00 a.m., so we weren’t about to miss anything if we left. Besides, Loren and Jackie were pressed because they weren’t getting any attention from the guys.
I dropped Jackie off at her car and proceeded to Loren’s hotel. I agreed to pick her up for breakfast. I still hadn’t determined for what she was in town in the first place. It wasn’t like something was going on in the city.
As soon as I walked in the house, the phone rang. I grabbed it without first glancing at the caller ID.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hi, what have you been up to?” Dallas asked.
“Working.”
“I heard Loren was coming into town.” Dallas was speaking arbitrarily.
“Yeah. You gave her my number without asking me.”
“I did. You guys seemed to connect while she was here. I didn’t think you’d mind,”
Even though the sex wasn’t all that, I still cared about Dorian. We shared so many commonalities. I think that’s why I overlooked the fact that his dick didn’t fill my pussy, barely touched my spot, and the oral couldn’t compare to the treatment I was used to getting.
It’s true what they say, once it’s popped, you can’t stop. Although Dorian wasn’t putting it down like the back breakers to whom I was accustomed, I managed to find a position that made his dick feel five times larger than it was.
Chapter 6|
On the day Loren flew in, I agreed to pick her up from the airport. She was staying at the Crowne Plaza near Metro Detroit Airport. Loren was a gold digger looking to connect with any of my athletic friends. She’d been screwing a rookie player for the Miami Dolphins and searching for the next best thing.
“Hey, girl. Good to see you again,” Loren replied as she loaded her Gucci luggage in the trunk of my BMW.
“Hi, Loren. Likewise,” I responded as we hugged.
My friend owned a club in downtown Detroit, and it was the night to be in the spot. I took Loren by her room so she could shower and change clothes. Friday night you could catch all of Detroit’s football and basketball players in the club. A girl could get rich quick if she played her cards right. I knew too many of the players personally—hell, several were my clients—and I never mixed business with pleasure. Nor would I divulge the details of my relationships with some of the guys. After we arrived at the club, when Loren looked at me for approval, I had nothing to say. I wasn’t Visa or MasterCard and wasn’t extending credit to anyone.
Jackie, an associate of mine who was friends with the club owner, rolled with us. Loren and Jackie didn’t click. It wasn’t clear what the beef was between those two, and I didn’t give a damn, I mixed and mingled with the crowd, leaving them behind.
I was getting my dance on when I heard my friend Rick tell his boys he couldn’t wait until they got home. The conversation continued when he said, “I’m going to break you off something fierce.”
I hadn’t known my friend to be gay. Matter fact, he must have swung both ways because he had been sleeping with my girlfriend on and off for a minute. He cut me a peculiar look when he realized his conversation had been overheard.
“You better be glad it was me that heard that shit and not some reporter,” I said.
He already had a case against him from some chick who filed suit against him and five other guys in the league for some drama that took place in Vegas. He just looked at me and smiled. There was no need for words. I heard what I heard, and all that was running through my mind was this mofo was a closet case. He was fine as hell, and it was disappointing, him wasting that dick in some shit.
I hated going to the club with females. If things weren’t looking right for them, they were ready to bounce. Luckily, the clubs in Detroit closed at 2:00 a.m., so we weren’t about to miss anything if we left. Besides, Loren and Jackie were pressed because they weren’t getting any attention from the guys.
I dropped Jackie off at her car and proceeded to Loren’s hotel. I agreed to pick her up for breakfast. I still hadn’t determined for what she was in town in the first place. It wasn’t like something was going on in the city.
As soon as I walked in the house, the phone rang. I grabbed it without first glancing at the caller ID.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hi, what have you been up to?” Dallas asked.
“Working.”
“I heard Loren was coming into town.” Dallas was speaking arbitrarily.
“Yeah. You gave her my number without asking me.”
“I did. You guys seemed to connect while she was here. I didn’t think you’d mind,”
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