Chapter One

 

“Damn! Wait, nigga!”

Tomiko knew she shouldn’t have fucked with Tiger’s pathetic ass. The only reason she was doing it was in hopes of getting closer to Rodney, the real catch. Tomiko was so confident her sex and head game was the best there was in the city of Detroit, she was sure Tiger would run right back to Rodney, telling him all about her extraordinary skills; causing Rodney to finally pay some attention to her. This was the only reason she was crammed in the small, dirty stall in the men’s bathroom at the Blackberry Bar & Grill on Grandriver and Patton. She’d promised Tiger some super head, but he damn sure wasn’t about to get it for free. Nobody did.

“What’s wrong, baby? Gon’ and make that shit happen right quick… before my boys start looking for a nigga,” Tiger said as if he was the one running things, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

“You know sucking yo’ big ass dick gon’ make a bitch thirsty,” Tomiko replied, extending her right had, palm up, as she spoke.

Damn! Tiger was hoping to catch her slipping. He’d already heard she was strictly ‘bout her paper, but he was hoping to get his dick sucked then leave her in the bathroom with a tired ass excuse. Anything to prevent handing over the $300 he’d just made cleaning up all of Rodney’s carwashes in the city. I should have at least got change, so I didn’t have to pull out a hundred dollar bill!  Tiger tried to think quickly. “Ummmm. Uhhhh… what you drinking, sexy?” he stammered.

“Boy! You know I only fucks with the best! Rose’, baby… waste two stacks!” Tomiko loudly quoted Jezzy. “You tryna lose yo’ mind, right?” Tomiko grabbed her cherry lipgloss from the front pocket of her painted on True Religion jeans and quickly glossed up. No sooner than she got the lip gloss back in her pocket, her hand resumed its palm up position.

Tiger shook his head. The last time he had some head was two months ago, in the club at Rodney’s thirtieth birthday celebration. He only got it that time because Rodney had arranged for each of his thirty guests to all get sucked off in private booths when the clock hit the exact time he was born. He’ even provided a bottle of Ace of Spades and a fat ass blunt to smoke to each of his guest. Tiger reached into his front pocket and pulled out the three hundred dollar bills. “How ‘bout I give you—”

Snatching the extra small bank roll, Tomiko thought about the bigger picture—Rodney. “Today is your lucky day! I’ll take this short ass bankroll, but you got me fucked up, nigga. Got a bitch drinking Henny… but that’s okay… I got something for ya’ ass,” she said, pocketing the money and pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. “I’ma make you cum faster than you can count to ten.”

As someone entered the bathroom and began pissing in a urinal, Tomiko stuffed his chubby dick inside her mouth. It was the hundred and sixty seventh dick she had tasted in her twenty-six years of life. Gobbling it up until the tip touched the back of her throat, Tomiko began using a strong suction motion, both inside her mouth and with her lips, causing Tiger to experience what felt like his dick getting sucked twice, but at the same time. She knew she had him when she looked up and saw him tightly gripping the dirty toilet bowl, trying his best to keep his eyes from rolling in the back of his head as he looked at her juicy ass cheeks spilling from the top of her jeans.

“Whoa… damn… girl!” Tiger had never felt anything like this in his life. He instantly began to feel his dick pulsating. Moments later, he let off an orgasm so strong it made him lightheaded and dizzy.

Tomiko looked at him, shaking her head. She pushed him to the side and spit a mouthful of cum into the toilet, gagging as she spotted a big shit stain inside the toilet bowl. “Holla!” she said, exiting the stall and making her way back out into the bar, stopping only for a quick second to rinse her mouth out and apply more gloss.

Tiger sat down on the toilet, taking a much needed moment to get his head together. Damn! That bitch needs to be my woman. I can’t wait to tell Rodney about this shit. Maybe I should keep this one to myself. Hell, if I tell Rodney he’ll be fucking the bitch before we leave the club. But if I turn him on to the bitch and he all in for her… I can take credit for that shit. Tiger shook his head and wiped the drool that escaped the left side of his mouth as he made his way back into the bar.

Tiger scanned the bar, looking for Tomiko so he could point her out to the guys once he’d told them about her. He was surprised he couldn’t spot her in the small, crowded bar. As he approached the table, he noticed a new tray of 1800 Tequila shooters. They had just killed fifty of them before he’d left for the bathroom.

“Where the fuck you been, nigga?” Ace questioned. He watched as Tiger quickly downed two of the shooters. “You got money today, nigga… go grab a tray. Rodney bought the first tray… I bought this one… it’s yo’ turn to pay for something you smooching ass nigga! Always letting that nigga Rodney pay yo’ way.” Ace shook his head in disgust. I hate a nigga letting another nigga pay his way.

“I’m broke, but I just—”

“Broke?” Rodney cut in. “Nigga I just paid you when we got in this bitch. What the fuck you bought?”

Tiger tilted his head and gazed off as if reminiscing. “Just the best head I’ve ever had in my fucking life,” he said smiling widely.

Ace looked at Tiger to see if he was bullshitting. Realizing he wasn’t, he looked at Rodney and began cracking up. “This nigga done tricked off the money he just made. I told you that nigga ain’t ready for nothing but cleaning the shops and cutting grass and shit. And you were considering giving this nigga more shit to do.” Ace shook his head, grabbed two shooters, and banged them back to back; turning the glasses upside down before slamming them down on the tray.

“Shut the fuck up, Ace!” Tiger yelled over Soulja Boy’s “Pretty Boy Swag.”

“He’s got a point, Tiger,” Rodney intervened. “Please tell me what bitch up in this bar is worth $300.”

“Man, this bitch is bad than a mutha fucka. I’m tellin’ you, Rodney. This the kinda bitch that will make a nigga fall in love… when he know she ain’t nothing but a trick bitch. Man, this bitch suck dick so good… she’ll run both y’all nigga’s pockets.” Tiger grabbed two more shooters and drank them quickly, still glancing around the bar looking for Tomiko.

Ace and Rodney began laughing.

“Here, nigga,” Rodney said, handing Tiger two more shooters. “Maybe if you drink enough you’ll start speaking the truth,” he joked.

“Who is this bitch? Where you know her from?” Ace questioned. “She probably up in here tryna set a nigga up. You know how they always go for the dumb ass nigga first… you know, to get close to the real niggas.” He pointed from himself to Rodney.

“Nigga, I know this bitch from high school. Her and her sister went to Osborn. I wanted to fuck that bitch back then, but I wasn’t gettin’ no paper; she was only fuckin’ wit’ niggas that could give her money.”

“You still ain’t gettin’ no paper, nigga!” Ace laughed loudly, banging on the small table. “You just ain’t got no game, nigga. Ain’t no bitch head that mutha fuckin’ good.”

“Put money on it, nigga,” Tiger stood firm and looked Ace directly in the eyes.

“What? Nigga, you ain’t even got no mutha fuckin’ paper!” Ace continued laughing.

“I bet a thousand she’ll suck yo’ dick better than that fat bitch Leslie you keep fuckin’ wit’.” It was Tiger’s time to laugh.

“Fuck you, nigga.” Ace was starting to get pissed off. He pulled out a large wad of money and counted out ten hundred dollar bills. “Put yo’ money on the table, nigga, and point the bitch out that you seem to think can turn a nigga like me out. I’m a real ass nigga… you on that bullshit.”

“You know I don’t have the money right now, but I’ll give it to you if I lose nigga. Shit, I gotta trust you to tell the truth. Even if the bitch head do blow yo’ mind… you gotta admit it for me to win the bet.

“I’ll cover this nigga bet,” Rodney said. “I’m curious to see this bitch myself now.”

“Dog, hey, remember last week when that bitch came to the carwash on Van Dyke… the one in the blue Honda. You know… the fine ass bitch with the big ass that had that case of bibles in the backseat. We was clowin’ ‘ole girl.” Tiger tried his best to get Rodney to remember.

“Hell yeah… I tried to get at ‘ole girl, but she was on some church shit… talkin’ ‘bout she only dates men in the church or some shit. That’s who you talking ‘bout?” Rodney clearly remembered the girl. There weren’t many in the city of Detroit who turned down his advances. “She tried to give me one of those bibles before she left.” He chuckled at the memory.

“Not her, dog… her older sister. Tomiko is a freak! The bitch bad as hell, man.” Tiger smiled, recalling the feeling she’d just left him with.

“Tomiko! I heard some niggas talking about that freak bitch. That bitch done fucked everybody!” Ace was now curious. He’d heard different groups of men discussing the girl Tomiko and how good she could and would fuck; using any hole you choose, as long as the price was right.

“No bet, huh?” Tiger said, laughing as he handed Rodney a shooter and held one up to toast him.

“That bitch must be bad as hell,” Rodney said after downing the drink.

“I’ll bet! That bitch ain’t that fuckin’ bad. I’ll have that bitch paying me to fuck her!” Ace bragged. “She just ain’t had the right nigga blow her back out yet. I bet that bitch won’t have me gone.”

“Maybe I need to see what this lil’ bitch working with myself,” said Rodney.

“Naw, Tiger wanna bet a nigga a grand… let me make that money right quick. You ain’t gon’ have to pay that nigga for weeks after you pay this bet for him. Let me test the lil’ bitch out first and see if she even worth yo’ time.” Ace was getting hornier and hornier as he downed the clear liquid poison they called 1800 Silver. “How I’m supposed to do this though. Where the bitch gon’ suck my dick at? I’m supposed to just walk up on the bitch and say come suck my dick?” Ace said, causing them all to laugh.

“Man, I’ma go find this bitch and bring her to you. I’m telling you… she out cold. She just wants her paper.” Tiger grabbed two shooters and took off into the crowd.

Rodney and Ace continued drinking and scoping the asses of the bitches walking around the bar. Moments later, Tiger returned to the table with a fine redbone. She was about 5’1”, 115 pounds. Her skin was light with a red tone to it, complimented by her auburn colored hair. She had on a red halter top that tied around her stomach, barely covering her size 32 D breasts. Her painted on jeans showed every dimple in her large ass, which the four inch heels she was wearing made poke out even more.

“Hey, y’all… this Tomiko,” Tiger said. “Tomiko, this my boy Ace I was telling you about.”

“Grab yo’ keys and come on,” Tomiko said, trying her best to ignore Rodney’s fine ass as he stared at her.

Ace stood up and pulled his keys out his pocket. “I need to smoke a square anyway,” he said, leaving the table with Tomiko trailing behind him.

“What the fuck did you say to her, man?” Rodney questioned Tiger.

“Shit, I told her ass my nigga Ace was trying to put some money in her pockets. She said she wasn’t going back in that nasty ass men’s room, but she’d hit him off in his ride… if he wasn’t bullshitting like I was.” Tiger laughed. “She was mad I only had $300, dog! And I can’t even lie… I’d pay for that shit again!”

“Damn!” Rodney laughed. “Her shit like that?”

“Man, I’d marry that bitch if I could. Nigga, you need to pull that bitch off the streets and wife her ass… keep that shit all for you.”

“Damn,” Rodney said, watching on the security television screen as Tomiko and Ace walked across the parking lot toward Ace’s white Tahoe with 22 inch chrome rims. To be so little, she was thick in all the right places.

 

$$$$

 

“Nice truck.” Tomiko wasted no time, immediately pulling Ace’s dick out from the light weight Sean Jean sweatpants he was wearing, once she got in the truck. “Just let me get a G,” she said nonchalantly; she knew exactly who Ace was and was one step closer to the ultimate prize—Rodney. Niggas are so fuckin’ stupid. If a bitch is laying it down right they don’t care if she fucked their daddy!

“A G?” Ace played stupid. “Damn, baby… where I’m supposed to get a G from? I ain’t holdin’ like that. I got a hundred for you.” Ace subconsciously put his $85,000 iced out emblem, spelling out ACE in large diamonds, inside his white Sean Jean T-Shirt.

But it was too late; he was dealing with a pro. “A hundred!” Tomiko reached for the door handle. “Nigga you got me fucked up… wasting my mutha fuckin’ time!”

“Wait a minute!” Ace yelled. “Shut the fuckin’ door!” Ace reached into his pocket and pulled out the same $1,000 he had already separated for the bet with Tiger. “Here.” He tossed the money onto Tomiko’s lap. “This shit better be worth every fuckin’ dollar, too, ho!”

“When I’m finished you gon’ give me a mutha fuckin’ tip, nigga.” After pocketing the money, she glossed up her lips quickly and went to town on Ace’s dick, immediately starting with her super suction move. She was hoping it would make Ace cum as quickly as it made Tiger cum, but unfortunately for her it didn’t.

Looking into his eyes, she could tell he was enjoying it, but he was no where near cuming. “Come on, daddy,” Tomiko said between slurps, “I wanna taste it.” She began alternating between sucking his dick and lightly licking on his balls. Once she noticed that wasn’t working either, she began deep throating all eight inches of Ace’s dick. Her mouth worked overtime as she tried to suck the life out of him.

“Ummp,” slipped out as Ace tried his best not to moan. He had to admit, the bitch was sucking the hell out of his dick. He was fighting a losing battle, trying his best not to cum as he ran his fingers through her silky hair weave.

Hearing a moan escape, Tomiko knew she was finally getting to him. She switched back to the super suction, quickly bobbing up and down on his dick while sucking with both her tongue and her lips. No longer able to take it, Ace grabbed the back of Tomiko’s head, pressing her down into his crotch as hard as he could. He lifted his ass out the seat and pumped in quick jerking motions, trying to get every drop of his load out.

Tomiko kept right on sucking, even though she was having a hard time breathing, until finally he released the back of her head. She opened the door and spit, hitting the car parked next to Ace with a huge glob of milky white cum. As she attempted to exit the truck, Ace grabbed her arm.

“What the fuck! I don’t pay bitches a thousand dollars just to suck my dick. You gon’ have to let a nigga hit that monkey.” Ace reached into the middle console, grabbing a Magnum condom out.

“You shoulda said that shit up front, nigga.” Tomiko closed the door. “Hurry the fuck up,” she said, jumping into the backseat and pulling her pants down to her ankles. Seeing that Ace was just looking at her, she added, “You want the pussy or what? I got other shit to be doing, nigga.” She poked her ass out, exposing her shaved pussy.

Ace jumped out the truck, dick swinging, and hopped into the backseat. He pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles then put the condom on. “Jump on this big mutha fucka, freak. You know you want this dick.”

Tomiko awkwardly maneuvered herself on to Ace’s lap. She held on to the driver’s headrest as she bounced up and down on his dick. After climaxing twice within three minutes, Tomiko began wondering if she should set her goals on Ace and his magic stick instead of Rodney. She began contracting the muscles in her pussy, squeezing his dick. Looking back, she continued working, smiling inside at the confused look plastered on Ace’s face.

Ace couldn’t believe how good Tomiko was making him feel. Her sex really was the best he’d ever had. He grabbed her hips and bounced her up and down on his dick even faster. A few minutes later, he exploded, frozen in place. He could feel Tomiko getting off his dick. Vaguely saw her straightening out her clothes and fixing her hair. He even thought he felt a breeze and saw her exiting the truck, but Ace couldn’t move a muscle. He was stuck; drained by a double orgasm that was mind blowing.

 Chapter Two

 

Tap! Tap! Tap!

“Aaaaaahhhhh! Hell, naw!!! I want my mutha fuckin’ money!!” Tiger shouted while tapping on the window of Ace’s truck. He’d seen Tomiko when she came back in the bar without Ace. After speaking with her he found out Ace was in the truck sleeping, literally. He, Rodney and Tomiko had a couple of drinks and Ace still hadn’t come back in the bar, so they went out to check on him.

Tomiko shook her head and laughed lightly. She grabbed Rodney’s hand, glad she was leaving the bar a winner tonight. “You gon’ have to drive that nigga home. He’s fucked up. Juicy got him crazy!”

Tiger banged on the window with more force, finally waking Ace up. “Nigga, give me my mutha fucking money and take a nigga home!” he said jovially. He was happy he invested his only $300, because that investment not only got him the best head he’d ever had in his life; it also won him a thousand dollars. There was no way Ace could say Tomiko wasn’t the shit. Even if he tried, Tiger was sure Rodney would agree with him after fucking her all night.

Ace shook his head, looking around as if he was unsure where he was at. He looked down and saw his pants were still down to his ankles and the condom was still hanging on to his greatly reduced dick. He felt drunk, sticky, and disgusting; not ready to deal with any bullshit from his boys. Ace pulled the condom off his dick with one hand while pulling his pants up with the other. He stretched out then stepped out the truck, throwing the condom on the ground. A smile slowly formed.

“Run my money, nigga,” Tiger said as soon as Ace stepped out the truck.

Ace didn’t even argue. He simply reached into his pocket and counted out his second $1,000 for the night. After handing the money to Tiger, he grabbed $400 more from his pocket and handed it to Tomiko, who grabbed it quickly. “Come on, nigga,” Ace said to Tiger. “Let’s roll.”

Tiger and Rodney continued laughing as Tiger got inside the truck with Ace. 

“Holla at me tomorrow,” Rodney said to Ace as he led Tomiko over to his teal Range Rover Sport. He pushed the button to unlock the doors then opened the door for Tomiko. Before allowing her to get inside, he spun her around, checking out her ass.

“Like what you see?” she asked smugly.

Two girls walking across the parking lot looked over at them. The tall one with the burgundy weave, frowned and said, “That’s some bullshit. We only came here because we saw Rod’s truck in the parking lot, and this nigga leaving with that trick bitch. That’s fucked up!”

“I think Ace still in there. His truck right there ain’t it?” her short, dark-skinned friend replied, hoping she would catch Ace’s eye. “Damn, he’s leaving, too. I couldn’t even see his black ass with those dark ass tints on his windows.” The girls headed back to their car; on the hunt for more of Detroit’s paid ass niggas to trick with.

“Sometimes looks can be deceiving,” Rodney replied, allowing Tomiko to get inside the truck. He shut the door and headed over to the driver’s side.

“Hi, Rod,” Burgundy weave said, still hoping there was a chance.

Rodney looked at her cautiously and kept it moving.

“Dumb ass! You were supposed to act like you didn’t know who he was! He probably thinks you’re on some setup shit or something, bitch! They say that nigga got AIDS anyway. I’d be scared to fuck with him,” the dark-skinned girl said.

“Damn, I fucked up, huh? I don’t give a fuck what they say… that nigga paid as hell!” Burgundy weave lowered her head and walked back to the car as if she’d just lost her best friend, her night ruined.

“What them bitches talking about?” Tomiko asked.

She with the Ace of Spades and still finding something to complain about; just like a bitch.  “The same shit you talkin’ ‘bout… trickin’ wit’ a nigga,” Rodney replied. “Won’t you show me what you got that’s knocking niggas out and shit,” Rodney chuckled at the thought of Ace slippin’ behind a bitch, of all things.

“What you tryna do?” Tomiko turned to the side and looked at Rodney as he maneuvered his way out the parking lot.

He was a medium complexion with short hair and a goatee. At 6’5”, 235 pounds, his body was chiseled like he’d done a hard seven. What stood out the most about Rodney, beside all the bling and luxury cars he drove around the city in, were his piercing green eyes; eyes that made many women fulfill his every command. 

“I’m tryna see what you working with… that’ll determine what I’m tryna do. I might drop you off on Grandriver and Southfield… if you don’t give me a reason to take you to a room,” Rodney said smugly while looking Tomiko up and down.

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Tomiko replied, “Look, I know you that nigga and everything, but I can’t be out here getting played and shit. I don’t give a fuck what a nigga say about me… I bet they’ll never say I didn’t turn their ass out, or I didn’t get my money… upfront.” She stood her ground.

Stopping at the light on Evergreen, Rodney pulled a few bills from his pocket. He counted them out then extended them to Tomiko. “This about six, seven hundred, right here… show me what you working with, girl.”

Tomiko accepted the money and got right to work. She admired the Prada belt as she unbuckled it. This was the part she loved the most… the thrill of not knowing what kind of dick she was getting. Would it be a big or little dick, short and fat or long and thin?  Would the proud owner of the dick know how to work it, or make her do all the work necessary to get off?

Pleased with what was before her, Tomiko pulled out about six and a half inches of soft dick and playfully licked the smooth head. She looked up at Rodney and was surprised to see how focused on the road he was. She began spitting on his dick, getting it ready for some sloppy slurping, then expertly began sucking, using her tongue to increase the pleasure. Putting on the super suction, she looked up at Rodney once again. He was still focused.

“Ummm… taste soooo good, baby. It’s getting sooo big. I wanna feel this up in my guts,” Tomiko said, using her hand to jack Rodney’s dick before she continued sucking. “Does it feel good? You like it? Ummm I love sucking yo’ dick,” she purred.

“You straight… you’ll make it to the room so I can see what you can do for me,” Rodney said, fighting to keep a straight face.  Tiger hadn’t done the girl justice. Superhead ain’t have shit on this girl. The shit she was doing to him was unexplainable.

Tomiko was so turned on by sucking Rodney’s dick, she came twice. No longer able to take it, she began stripping, removing her shoes and jeans with ease. She took off her top and cracked the window to get some air. She was on fire. She reached for Rodney’s pants, yanking on them in her attempt to get them down.

“What you doing, lil’ momma?” Rodney asked.

“Just let me ride it for a minute. You can keep driving. I’ll steer the truck… just let me sit in your lap, okay. Come on.” Tomiko continued tugging at Rodney’s pants until he lifted up, allowing her to pull everything down to his knees. After looking at Rodney’s dick pointing over eight inches in the air, Tomiko pounced on him. She totally forgot she was supposed to be steering and had her back against the steering wheel.

“Whoa! Watch out, girl.” Rodney swerved as she blocked his view of the road. “Wait a minute! You gon’ make me crash my shit!” Rodney was grateful it was late and the highway was lonely and desolate.

Tomiko leaned to the left so Rodney could see the road as she maneuvered his dick inside her throbbing, soak ‘n wet pussy. “Hmmmpphhhh,” she released a long sigh. His dick filled her perfectly, hitting every wall. Still leaning to the left, she began rotating her hips while bouncing and rubbing her clit at the same time.

“Damn! Damn!” Rodney had never been at a loss of words. But he’d never fucked a tight ass pussy while driving on the Southfield Freeway at three o’clock in the morning either. He soon began lifting up; meeting Tomiko’s thrust with a hard one of his own.

“Ohhhh! Uuuuggghhhhh! Ohhhh! Ummmmmhhh!” Tomiko was experiencing multiple orgasms as she rode Rodney’s dick. Her pussy was leaking and she kept hitting her back on the steering wheel as she thrust harder and harder, bouncing up and down with as much force as she could. The feeling she was experiencing was incredible.

Rodney released the steering wheel, gripping her hips tightly as he held her in place while he busted a vigorous nut. His head was spinning, but he assumed it was from the liquor. The sound of a horn blowing revived his alertness as he pushed Tomiko back into the passenger’s seat and straightened up the wheel. Looking to the side, a car full of young guys were all smiles, giving him the thumbs up and hand claps as they strained to see through the light tints on the Range Rover. Rodney chuckled and began pulling his pants up while trying to stay in his lane.

“Damn, girl… you wild as hell,” Rodney said, looking over at Tomiko and smiling as she was mooning the guys.

“Tomiko… my name is Tomiko. When we get to the room I’ma make you scream my name,” she replied with confidence.

Rodney rolled down his window so Tomiko could give the young guys a show. “Oh, yeah? We’ll see who ‘bout to be screaming.” Rodney licked his lips then smacked her on the ass, making it jiggle. I might have to keep this lil’ bitch around. The head is bangin’, the pussy bangin’ and the bitch is bad as hell. I’ma have to ask around about this bitch. Damn!

The guys in the car jeered and cheered as the driver tried his best to keep up with Rodney so they could see Tomiko mooning them while playing with her pussy.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” Tomiko said, looking at Rodney while seductively licking her lips and rubbing her throbbing clit. You just don’t know what you got yourself into, nigga. I’m ‘bout to be in yo’ pockets from here on out.

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