blast before climbing on top of her. He blew the smoke in her face, causing her to wince from the tartness of his breath. Still, she inhaled. Marcus grinded himself between her legs as he sucked on her breast.
Far too horny for foreplay, Tiffany reached down to put him inside of her. “Eww!” she screamed at the feel of his limp penis. “Not again!” she cried in disgust, sending Marcus into a rage.
“Fuck you mean, ‘not again’?” he growled.
“Nothing, baby,” Tiffany said, trying to soothe him by kissing his neck. But that only made matters worse, as the sweaty taste caused her to wretch.
“Sorry-ass bitch can’t even get a nigga dick hard,” he berated. He climbed up her body and pushed his penis in her face. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, trying to force his way inside.
“Mmm…mmm,” Tiffany mumbled, shaking her head furiously. The smell of his crotch overwhelmed her, causing her to gag.
Marcus took advantage of that and pushed himself inside of her mouth. Tiffany was in shock as he began humping her face. As soon as he got an erection, he rushed down to put it inside of her, but it was limp again by the time he got there. “Sorry-ass bitch!” Marcus said, climbing off of her. “’Bout to take me a shit,” he announced, grabbing his pipe and a rock.
Tiffany had been in shock, but she sprang into action as soon as he left the room. She quickly dressed and grabbed her keys. She spied the pile of crack on the table and debated as to whether or not to take some. The debate lasted two seconds, and then the question became, How much ? Her hand answered that question by sweeping it all into her purse. “Fuck you, too, bastard,” she whispered, easing out the door.
“Say, bitch?” Marcus yelled, thinking he’d heard the door. When he didn’t get a reply, he pinched off the turd he was working on and ran out into the room. His eyes first shot to where his drugs were and then darted around the rest of the room. Marcus snatched the door open just as Tiffany opened her car door. “My dope!” he yelled in horror as he took off in pursuit.
Tiffany laughed at the sight of the naked junkie as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Goodbye… and good riddance,” she mused as she moved on to the next chapter of her life.
CHAPTER 8
M arcus was in a foul mood as he sat behind the wheel of the stolen car he and Pony were using for the day. It was just setting in that Tiffany was really gone. It had been almost a month since she had run out on him at the hotel and—as he put it—stolen his drugs. She’d refused his repeated calls for a week before changing her number. He realized he had gone too far that last time, disrespected her one too many times. “Damn!” Marcus yelled in disgust, pounding his fist against the wheel.
Pony was initially startled by the outburst, but he knew what was eating his friend. “You gotta let that shit go, shawty. She gone,” he offered, genuinely concerned.
Marcus wanted to lash out at him and tell him to stay the fuck out of his business, but he knew Pony was right. He decided to take his wrath out on Alonzo instead. “Come on, ol’ duck-ass nigga!” he yelled while laying on the car horn.
Alonzo, or “Big Zo” as he was referred to, was another junkie Marcus and Pony had recruited to pull their little capers. They were so hot in all the stores that it was impossible to even shop anywhere on the East Side of I-20. Being the masters of strategy that they were, they devised a new plan. Knowing that all eyes would be on them as soon as they walked in, Alonzo would be free to tear them a new one.
“We need to hit us a real lick,” Marcus suggested, fingering the small pistol in his lap.
“I already told you like nine times that I ain’t with that shit,” Pony replied emphatically.
Lately, Marcus had been stressing committing an armed robbery, something Pony wanted no part of. Marcus was becoming more aggressive by the day. He’d been pulling
Far too horny for foreplay, Tiffany reached down to put him inside of her. “Eww!” she screamed at the feel of his limp penis. “Not again!” she cried in disgust, sending Marcus into a rage.
“Fuck you mean, ‘not again’?” he growled.
“Nothing, baby,” Tiffany said, trying to soothe him by kissing his neck. But that only made matters worse, as the sweaty taste caused her to wretch.
“Sorry-ass bitch can’t even get a nigga dick hard,” he berated. He climbed up her body and pushed his penis in her face. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, trying to force his way inside.
“Mmm…mmm,” Tiffany mumbled, shaking her head furiously. The smell of his crotch overwhelmed her, causing her to gag.
Marcus took advantage of that and pushed himself inside of her mouth. Tiffany was in shock as he began humping her face. As soon as he got an erection, he rushed down to put it inside of her, but it was limp again by the time he got there. “Sorry-ass bitch!” Marcus said, climbing off of her. “’Bout to take me a shit,” he announced, grabbing his pipe and a rock.
Tiffany had been in shock, but she sprang into action as soon as he left the room. She quickly dressed and grabbed her keys. She spied the pile of crack on the table and debated as to whether or not to take some. The debate lasted two seconds, and then the question became, How much ? Her hand answered that question by sweeping it all into her purse. “Fuck you, too, bastard,” she whispered, easing out the door.
“Say, bitch?” Marcus yelled, thinking he’d heard the door. When he didn’t get a reply, he pinched off the turd he was working on and ran out into the room. His eyes first shot to where his drugs were and then darted around the rest of the room. Marcus snatched the door open just as Tiffany opened her car door. “My dope!” he yelled in horror as he took off in pursuit.
Tiffany laughed at the sight of the naked junkie as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Goodbye… and good riddance,” she mused as she moved on to the next chapter of her life.
CHAPTER 8
M arcus was in a foul mood as he sat behind the wheel of the stolen car he and Pony were using for the day. It was just setting in that Tiffany was really gone. It had been almost a month since she had run out on him at the hotel and—as he put it—stolen his drugs. She’d refused his repeated calls for a week before changing her number. He realized he had gone too far that last time, disrespected her one too many times. “Damn!” Marcus yelled in disgust, pounding his fist against the wheel.
Pony was initially startled by the outburst, but he knew what was eating his friend. “You gotta let that shit go, shawty. She gone,” he offered, genuinely concerned.
Marcus wanted to lash out at him and tell him to stay the fuck out of his business, but he knew Pony was right. He decided to take his wrath out on Alonzo instead. “Come on, ol’ duck-ass nigga!” he yelled while laying on the car horn.
Alonzo, or “Big Zo” as he was referred to, was another junkie Marcus and Pony had recruited to pull their little capers. They were so hot in all the stores that it was impossible to even shop anywhere on the East Side of I-20. Being the masters of strategy that they were, they devised a new plan. Knowing that all eyes would be on them as soon as they walked in, Alonzo would be free to tear them a new one.
“We need to hit us a real lick,” Marcus suggested, fingering the small pistol in his lap.
“I already told you like nine times that I ain’t with that shit,” Pony replied emphatically.
Lately, Marcus had been stressing committing an armed robbery, something Pony wanted no part of. Marcus was becoming more aggressive by the day. He’d been pulling
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