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was obvious her ass wanted me to.
    “He paid for a blow job and a golden shower, and I know he's a teacher 'cause his little dick ass taught me sixth grade,” Nessa says.
    “Did you piss on the nigga?”
    “Nope, I sucked that little dick and he came within two minutes. Then we waited for about ten minutes for me to work up some urine. When it was time for me to pee on him, I straddled him and sat on his dick. But as soon as I starting peeing, I jumped off his dickso fast, you would've thought lightning struck my ass. Piss ran all down the seat of the car. That limp-dick nigga was trying to lick the piss up from the leather interior,” Nessa says, imitating the man. I'm bout to die laughing out that mutherfucker. Then I smack her on her ass and tell her get back to work.
    The next car that drives up is a pretty red Corvette with a black ragtop. A white man in his thirties wearing a baseball cap with long stringy hair hidden underneath is driving, and a punk-rock-looking female is on the passenger side.
    “Two goes for a hundred dollars straight up.” I walk over and force my head in the car. I have to get involved with them complicated-type situations. “What you want?”
    “My girlfriend wants to eat her out, and I want her to suck my dick,” the man says, sure of himself.
    “Okay, but no extra shit. Nessa, do you understand that this is a one-at-a-time?” I ask just to be clear, 'cause sometimes Nessa's ass be getting amnesia and shit.
    “Yeah, I got it,” Nessa answers as she squeezes her way in between the couple, landing sideways on the white girl's lap.
    “All right then, everybody listen up.” I squat down low so I can be at eye level with them. “This is how it's going down. Nessa, you gon’ let this white chick eat you out first, then you gone give ol’ boy the best blow job he ever had in his life.” I pause for a moment, 'cause I need to be sure they asses is listening to what the fuck I'm saying. When I realize all six eyeballs on me, I continue on like I am coaching a Little League baseball team. “Look here, gang, I'm serious as a heart attack about this one-at-a-time deal. There will be no muh-fucking double-teaming, gang banging, getting in the bed for any reason, no penetration, no titty sucking, ass licking, none of that, this here is not a mutherfucking ménage-a-trois type deal! Mato-fact, fuck it. Nessa, I want you to stand up while the bitch eats you and, player, you gon’ stand up while Nessa sucks your dick. I'mtelling you now, dude,” I say, and nod my head back and forth to let 'em know I ain't playing, “if you want a fucking threesome tonight, it's two hundred dollars. If not, follow my rules, 'cause if you try to run game, I'll find your redneck ass and slit yo throat. You got it, buddy?”
    “Yes, sir.” the white man salutes me like I'm a sergeant in the United States Army.
    I pat the hood of the car and order, “Be gone.”
    Nessa comes back in about forty-five minutes. She hands me $100 in small bills.
    “Daddy, them crackers was crazy as hell. They drove me around the corner to their house on Cary Street.”
    “Is that right?'’
    “Yeah, and when we got inside, the chick turned on some heavy metal music and started jumping up and down like she was fucking crazy. I told her ass I didn't have all night. Daddy, that bitch dropped to her knees and said, ‘Spread 'em open, you sexy black bitch,’ ” Nessa says, walking back and forth trying to keep up her pace.
    “What happened next?”
    “So, I stood with my legs far apart and when that bitch starting eating me, I felt something sharp on my clit. It was her tongue ring. I was about to tell her she had to take it out if she wanted to eat me, but before I could even say ‘eat me,’ the bitch had thrown the ring across the room. She looked up at me with them dark-ass mascara eyes and said, ‘I've been waiting all my life to taste dark meat.’ Uhm, uhm, uhm. Daddy, that bitch ate me out so good, my goddamn knees