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called her over to her throne and told her she was gonna have to put in some work for the rest of the night, Nooni was too shook and terrified to complain.
    Especially after Salida tore her off some more of that crystal yum-yum. The older woman had taken Nooni from poppin’ pills, to swallowing meth, to straight up smoking that shit, and even beyond making her so horny she had to sneak in the bathroom and masturbate, the drugs made her want to forget her troubles and float away on a big fluffy cloud of don’t-give-a-fuck.
    And now, behind the closed doors of fuck room number four, Nooni dipped her hand in a large jar of Vaseline, then jacked her customer’s crooked wood as she thought about the heavenly dick-down Truth had put on her that morning. She had worn his fuckin’ ass out with her swiveling hips, and Truth had actually screamed out loud as she rode him rough-style, busting load after load until she was weak and dizzy from pleasure.
    “You like this big dick, don’t’chu baby?” her customer was saying as Nooni fantasized about Truth and the creamy juices of her lust began to coat her inner thighs. This was her third hand job of the night, but she wasn’t as high right now as she had been earlier and this old dude’s dick just didn’t appeal to her.
    “I know Salida said you can’t do no fuckin’,” he whispered and rubbed her puffy ass. “But just lemme slide my shit between them big titties you got, baby. That way you can suck it and squeeze it at the same time, you know?”
    She frowned as she continued jacking his greased-up little dick.
    “Sorry, I can’t give you no head. This is all I’m allowed to do. Besides, you didn’t pay for no titties. Only for a hand.”
    The tall stranger lost his head and snatched Nooni up in her collar. Moaning, he pinned her up against the wall and yanked the crotch of her panties aside and dug his long fingers inside her pussy. When he saw that shit was already sopping wet, he pushed his forearm against her throat and slammed his dick up in her. He gripped her right ass cheek and thrust himself deeply inside her, fucking the shit outta her and getting himself a nice little piece of raw trim.
    Nooni had barely screamed good when Greco and his boyz busted up in the room and pulled the trick off of her. They had been posted up outside the door, and they bum-rushed the customer and went at his ass like he had stolen some bank outta the safe in G’s office. They beat his narrow ass down to the ground and dragged him outta the room as Nooni stood pressed against the wall trembling in fear.
    “You okay?” Greco asked, as she pulled her skirt down and straightened her thong. Nooni nodded her head. The trick had got up in her and scared the shit outta her, but he hadn’t really hurt her.
    “I’m cool,” she told Greco. She smoothed her curly hair back and gave him a small smile. “I’m cool.”
    “You sure?” Greco eyed her. “’Cause I’ll fuck that niggah up permanently if you want me to.”
    “He just scared me, that’s all. But check this out,” Nooni said, thinking fast as she pulled Greco’s sleeve and leaned in close to him. She had never asked him for anything before because she wasn’t a hundred percent sure she could trust him. But Nooni was desperate and crashing down hard off her high. It was now or never time for her, and she knew it. “There is something you can do for me, Greco if you don’t mind.”
    “You got it, Shawty,” he said smoothly. “Whuddeva you need, you got it.”
    Nooni could tell Greco meant what he said. And not because he was a goddamn child molester who wanted to fuck her, neither.
    “I need to make a call real quick,” Nooni whispered. “I need to borrow your cell phone, Greco, but please… please don’t tell nobody.”
    The older dude shrugged and popped his cell out of the case on his belt clip.
    “Have at it,” he said. “You can talk as long as you wanna.”
    Nooni was damned grateful to Greco. She had