several days afterward because it will be too sensitive to the touch.
Antonio actually tilted a broad’s cervix once when we were touring in France. She had the nerve to try to slap me with a $12 million lawsuit. I did not have a damn thing to do with her making the decision to tackle that python in his pants. That shit was on her. People will sue over any damn thing when you have money, even if you’ve never met them, or even laid eyes on them before. When I saw photos of the chick, my first inclination was to ask Antonio what the hell he was thinking in the first place. But the women in France can be aggressive, and it’s not like I expected them all to be celibate year-round before they had to guard me. It was certainly not a prerequisite. They were grown-ass men who did grown-ass things. They were all single and free to mingle, but I was damned if I would pay some floozy for giving it up willingly and getting hurt. The most I would offer someone is a bottle of Advil and my condolences on having a big-ass pussy for the remainder of her natural life.
I had thrown on a sexy little number of a dress and some pumps about fifteen minutes later and put on some makeup. I was not the type to use a stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artist around the clock; only when I was about to go onstage, do a photo shoot, interview, or whatnot. A lot of my counterparts went through all of that shit to walk out on the veranda to do Pilates. It was not that serious. However, I was not going to get caught looking like I just emerged from a cave, either, so I kept it simple and classy. I looked good as shit without makeup but did not feel like dealing with the drama from tabloids and ratchet websites looking for an opportunity to do a caption of me slipping.
The knock came at my door. I grabbed my purse and went to answer it before someone panicked and knocked it down. I was not riding in the bulletproof SUV with my guards, though. I had other plans, and they were about to find that out.
Chapter Two
P iece of Shit, you better start eating pussy better or I’m going to beat the crap out of you with my shoe!”
We were in the back of a limousine on the way to Philips Arena for my sound check. KAD—what I called my three bodyguards when I was referencing all three of them—was in the SUV following us.
This was not working. “Um, Piece of Shit, did you hear me? Eat your late lunch like a good little boy, eat it all up, or I’m going to take the heel of my shoe and ram it up your chunky, over-fucked ass!”
He stopped for a moment and looked up at me. That fucking did it!
“Did you just look at me? Did you just have the nerve to fucking look at me?”
He quickly looked back down and started eating again, but not before I slipped my right pump off and started beating and scratching up his bare back with the heel.
“Don’t you ever fucking look at me!” Whap! “I will fuck your ass up, literally!” Whap! “I’ll find some three-hundred-pound, elephantine-dick motherfucker and present your ass to him like it’s a chocolate-covered doughnut, you little bitch!”
Piece of Shit started going hard on the pussy then, slopping and slurping at it like it was his last meal on earth. If he kept fucking with me, it was about to be his most degrading day ever.
“That’s a good little pet. Much better,” I said, calming down some and feeling Thumper growing more excited. “Um, I’m about to come,” I announced. “Just keep eating. Lap it like an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day in the park.”
I could feel myself about to explode and let my eyes roll up in the back of my head when Piece of Shit started moaning. That snapped me back to reality.
“Did you just fucking moan?” I started hitting him again with my shoe. “You’re not allowed to get any pleasure from this, Piece of Shit!” Whap! “I better not find any semen in those tight little pink panties I have on you, either. I’ll cut your damn dick off!” Whap!
Antonio actually tilted a broad’s cervix once when we were touring in France. She had the nerve to try to slap me with a $12 million lawsuit. I did not have a damn thing to do with her making the decision to tackle that python in his pants. That shit was on her. People will sue over any damn thing when you have money, even if you’ve never met them, or even laid eyes on them before. When I saw photos of the chick, my first inclination was to ask Antonio what the hell he was thinking in the first place. But the women in France can be aggressive, and it’s not like I expected them all to be celibate year-round before they had to guard me. It was certainly not a prerequisite. They were grown-ass men who did grown-ass things. They were all single and free to mingle, but I was damned if I would pay some floozy for giving it up willingly and getting hurt. The most I would offer someone is a bottle of Advil and my condolences on having a big-ass pussy for the remainder of her natural life.
I had thrown on a sexy little number of a dress and some pumps about fifteen minutes later and put on some makeup. I was not the type to use a stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artist around the clock; only when I was about to go onstage, do a photo shoot, interview, or whatnot. A lot of my counterparts went through all of that shit to walk out on the veranda to do Pilates. It was not that serious. However, I was not going to get caught looking like I just emerged from a cave, either, so I kept it simple and classy. I looked good as shit without makeup but did not feel like dealing with the drama from tabloids and ratchet websites looking for an opportunity to do a caption of me slipping.
The knock came at my door. I grabbed my purse and went to answer it before someone panicked and knocked it down. I was not riding in the bulletproof SUV with my guards, though. I had other plans, and they were about to find that out.
Chapter Two
P iece of Shit, you better start eating pussy better or I’m going to beat the crap out of you with my shoe!”
We were in the back of a limousine on the way to Philips Arena for my sound check. KAD—what I called my three bodyguards when I was referencing all three of them—was in the SUV following us.
This was not working. “Um, Piece of Shit, did you hear me? Eat your late lunch like a good little boy, eat it all up, or I’m going to take the heel of my shoe and ram it up your chunky, over-fucked ass!”
He stopped for a moment and looked up at me. That fucking did it!
“Did you just look at me? Did you just have the nerve to fucking look at me?”
He quickly looked back down and started eating again, but not before I slipped my right pump off and started beating and scratching up his bare back with the heel.
“Don’t you ever fucking look at me!” Whap! “I will fuck your ass up, literally!” Whap! “I’ll find some three-hundred-pound, elephantine-dick motherfucker and present your ass to him like it’s a chocolate-covered doughnut, you little bitch!”
Piece of Shit started going hard on the pussy then, slopping and slurping at it like it was his last meal on earth. If he kept fucking with me, it was about to be his most degrading day ever.
“That’s a good little pet. Much better,” I said, calming down some and feeling Thumper growing more excited. “Um, I’m about to come,” I announced. “Just keep eating. Lap it like an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day in the park.”
I could feel myself about to explode and let my eyes roll up in the back of my head when Piece of Shit started moaning. That snapped me back to reality.
“Did you just fucking moan?” I started hitting him again with my shoe. “You’re not allowed to get any pleasure from this, Piece of Shit!” Whap! “I better not find any semen in those tight little pink panties I have on you, either. I’ll cut your damn dick off!” Whap!
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