Black & Ugly as Ever by T. Styles Page A

was starting to feel some kind of way.
“How old are ya’ll?” I asked the one who was driving the car. Both of them looked fresh and I could tell they were drug dealers.
“Well let me see, I’m one hundred dollars, my man right here is one hundred fifty.”
“They sound old enough to me,” Carmen smiled, dropping to her knees on the grey dirt, no grass. She was in full dick sucking mode.
“Naw we want pussy.” The driver spoke.
She got up and looked at me.
“Fine wit me,” she continued looking around. “Dis ya’ll house? Cause we ain’t got no problem goin’ inside.”
“Naw…this our boy’s house. We gonna fuck ya’ll right out here.” The passenger said. I could tell they were lying about knowing anybody who lived here, but I needed a hit bad so arguing wasn’t an option.
“Where you want it?” I inquired looking around the run down backyard.
He pointed to a rusty ass green picnic table. The paint was peeling revealing the ugly cream color beneath it. I felt my sickness coming on and decided we needed to hurry up. Hopefully they had some dope on ‘em that way, we wouldn’t have to go far to get high.
“Bend over on the picnic table and spread ya’ll asses.” The driver said as the passenger laughed. We eyed the bench style table.
Looking at each other briefly, Carmen and I did as we were told. Once our clothes were at our knees, we placed our stomachs on the table, our knees on the seat and spread our asses. We wanted this to be over quickly. It was humiliating.
“Aight don’t look at us cause we don’t like nobody lookin’ at us when we fuckin’,” the passenger advised giggling the entire time. I heard the faint sound of a chain rattling and panting.
“Aight,” Carmen said looking at me strangely. “Did we bother askin’ how much money they given us?” she whispered to me as we waited for the ordeal to be over.
“You heard their names. We gonna get over two hundred dollars. That’s more than enough.”
I was trying not to put too much pressure on my stomach because for some reason it felt tight and hard.
“Damn, ya’ll got some pretty pussies,’ the driver said.
“Yeah…look at the shorty who looks Chinese,” he said talking about me. “Her pussy look like it’s smilin’ at me,” the passenger responded.
“You mind if we lick it first?” the driver asked.
“Whatever floats your boat just hurry up. We tryna get high.” Carmen advised.
“We got you. Spread your ass cheeks further apart.” Mine was spread so far it felt like it would split. I hated to think of who would pop up and see us. “Yeah that’s good.”
When I opened all the way, I felt a hard tongue on my pussy. It was rougher than any tongue I ever felt before. I wasn’t trippin’ because I wasn’t tryin’ to cum. I was tryin’ to get paid. The panting sound grew louder.
“Keep that pussy open,” one of them encouraged. We did.
“Aight! Just do what you gotta do so we can leave.”
“Get the other one too,” the other said. “Spread your pussy open red bone.” She did. “Yeah just like that.”
“What the fuck?” Carmen said with wide eyes. “Yo, I don’t think they licking our pussies.” She looked surprised and scared.
“What you mean?” I asked frowning thinking she was complaining again.
“I think it’s a dog or something.”
“What?” I asked.
I turned around and saw the head of a dog. I jumped up and almost threw up after seeing that shit. These little mothafuckas had a nerve to be filming us on a camera phone getting eaten out by a big ass German Sheppard. I tried to pull up my jeans but they were so tight it was taking too much time so I ran with them falling at my ankles. Carmen was right behind me but she had hers pants pulled up already. I had one thing and one thing only on my mind, getting that camera. The thing about it was, had they paid us, it probably would not have mattered.
“Give me that camera, bitch!” I screamed.
“I told you this was some bullshit!”