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  When she returns from the back, she doesn't even look like the same ho. Nessa has wrapped her shirt around her waist and tied that mutherfucker in a perfect bow. I don't know what the fuck she did to the collar; she must've tucked that mutherfucker under or something cause that shit was gone. She's combed her weave out and that shit is looking jive sexy. Her lips are shining. I guess she borrowed some lip gloss from one of the chicks in the bathroom, 'cause I don't remember seeing any in her Dolce & Gabanna bag.

  The Slip at Shockoe has an interesting set-up. There are tables and chairs for eating, a place in the back for taking pictures, and a small dance floor. There's a long glass mirror on the wall so people can look at themselves as they dance. I am sipping on my Alizé when suddenly I hear a nigga yelling, “Damn, man, that bitch is bad.” As I turn to look, Nessa has taken over the dance floor. She is jamming with all eyes on her. I notice a lot of chicks standing and watching, trying to take in a few slut moves. Nessa works that ass like something you've never seen before. Her skirt is well above her hips and her ass and thong show every time she bends over. The DJ is spinning “Rump Shaker,” the jam by Wreckx-N-Effect, and Nessa is making that songwriter proud. My shit gets hard just watching her move; Nessa's ass moves like waves in the ocean. I see a few niggas holding their dicks, as if they want to hit. Then I spot Turk.

  Turk is a big-time drug dealer from Churchill. He gets paid out the yin-yang. Turk grew up in Mosby Court and had moved his family out to Chesterfield County, way out in the suburbs. He is pushing a 1993 Lexus Coupe and is dating the baddest hairdresser in town. Shit, with his drugs and her clientele, them niggas was getting paid. His girl, Lil Mo Sumptner, works at the salon on Second and Leigh, near the spot where the prostitutes work. Her clientele is so big she works seven days a week, six A.M. to ten P.M. I wonder when the fuck did Turk have time to hit that. Lil Mo is bad, too; she's a short cutesy momma, about five feet one, 125 pounds, light-skinned with long silky hair, hazel eyes, and a nice round ass. She reminds me of the chick that played Ronnie in Menace II Society, except her hips and ass are a lil bit thicker. Niggas say she came to the city out of nowhere and hooked up with Turk in a matter of days. Don't nobody know where she came from, but I sure as hell knows where I want her ass to be. I wouldn't mind making her my ho, but Lil Mo got too much class for that. She would never trick, as fine as she is; she never would have a reason to.

  “What up, dawg?” I say, walking over to Turk and smacking hands with him.

  “Ain't nothing, playa. I see you still holding it down with the ol’ girl and shit,” he says, as he stretches his arm out so his ice can shine.

  I don't know if he is asking a question or making a statement, so I just shoot back at him, “Yeah man, bitch ain't going nowhere, she getting it too good with me.”

  I poke my chest out proudly. I have to make it known that I am still holding it down on Second Street.

  “So, dawg, my girl told me she be doing your hooker's hair?” he asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

  “Yeah, Turk, yo people's jive all right. She be hooking Nessa up, helping to keep that money in my pocket, you feel me?”

  By this time Nessa has walked over to us, with her hands in the air, snapping her fingers and moving her body just a little. I ask if she's ready to leave. She says no, 'cause she still needs to make my money. Turk asks me to step away for a minute. He says he has a proposition for me.

  “Man, let me book yo ho for the night, her ass is phat to death, she got my dick harder than a rock,” he says, grabbing his crotch and biting down on his bottom lip.

  He looks hungry for Vanessa, and I intend to make sure Nessa is hungry for his ass, too. I ask how much he's paying for the night, and he says, “Five hundid and I'll even stop the bitch by McDonald's in the morning.”

  “Bet, but I have to go lay down the rules with her. Meet us around the corner by First Virginia Bank on Main Street.”

  I stroll off real hard, like I'm the hardest nigga in the Slip at Shockoe. Walking over to Nessa, I outline the plans for the rest of her evening.

  “Nessa, baby, don't fuck this one up, this is big money right here. If you fuck him good, I guarantee he'll be back for more.” I say this with a serious look, nodding my head straight up and down to let her ass know that fucking up isn't an option.

  “Damn, his girl be doing my hair and now I gotta go fuck her man? Oh, well, ain't like I don't do this shit every day,” Nessa says as she licks her lips with excitement.

  “Oh, and one last thing, Nessa. Give him the Vanessa Del Rio tonight. His fine black chocolate ass is worth it, and them pockets are tight. Shit, if I wasn't straight pussy, I would probably fuck him myself,” I say half-jokingly.

  “Girl, you are so crazy. I'll see you in the morning.” She blows me a sexy kiss and steps off.

  “What the fuck did you just call me?” I ask as if she has called me something that I'm not.

  “Sorry, I meant Big Daddy.” Her left shoulder flinches in fear as she apologizes.

  “Oh, I ain't gonna hit you. Just make sure you don't ever call me girl again, you feel me?”

  “Yeah, Big Daddy,” she answers. “All right, now go make my mutherfucking money, bitch! And remember. Swallow it!”

  TWO

  IT IS TEN the next morning when my alarm clock goes off. I turn over to see the sunshine coming in from the bedroom window. Nessa is nowhere to be found. I jump out of bed, find my way to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and splash water on my face. I throw on a pair of old denims and a T-shirt and make my way downstairs. Momma is in the kitchen, sitting at the table reading the newspaper, without her usual cup of coffee.

  “What up, Mom? Why you ain't got no coffee?” I ask as if I don't know the answer.

  “ 'Cause we ain't got no goddamn money to get no food, let alone mutherfucking coffee,” she shoots back at me.

  “Well, as soon as Nessa gets here, I'm gonna go shopping and get my favorite girl some coffee and danishes,” I say as I peep out the kitchen window.

  “Oh, Nessa called. She said she was on her way.” As my mother gives me the message, she never looks up from the newspaper.

  “I'll be sitting on the porch waiting on her. Call me if you need me.”

  I throw on my socks, grab my Adidas flip-flops, and pull the door closed behind me so the cool air blowing from the fans won't escape. In the pj's we don't have air-conditioning, and you can only get the window kind if someone in your house has a medical problem. Ain't nobody in my house sick, so we just shit outta luck. I sit on the porch, gazing into the hot-ass fog. At only 10:15 it's already 90 degrees. I think about staying in today, but there's money to be made, and I need some coca.

  I get up and walk up the block to see who is out hustling this bright early morning. I want to wait on Nessa so we can get our shot on together, but she's taking too damn long. I find La-La in the cut and book some boy from him. La-La's the most committed project hustler I know. He seems to work twenty-four/seven; it's just a matter of time before that nigga becomes a millionaire. He's smart because he saves his money. He is frugal with his spending, still rocking Lee jeans and K-Swiss sneakers, but for real, everybody knows that nigga getting paid. He doesn't buy cars, jewelry, and clothes like most niggas do when they getting paper. Whenever somebody asks what the fuck he doing with his money, the nigga always say, “Saving for a rainy day.”

  Well, today it ain't raining. It is sunshine outside like a mutherfucker, and I need to get high real fast. I have a $100-a-day coke habit. La-La usually lets me book when I don't have the funds straight up. I pull out my ace of spade card from my back pocket, he lays some shit out for me, and I get busy. I snort so much that my mutherfucking nose starts bleeding, but it feels good just to get high. My shit starts getting hard; I always get horny when I snort good coke. I can't wait to fuck the shit out of Nessa when she gets home.

  I walk back down the block and wait on the front porch. By the time she pulls up, I am so fucking high that I don't even see whose car
she gets out of. All I see is the Mickey D's bag she grippin'. Nessa comes running up to me, waving a blue torn-off piece of paper.

  “Turk gave me his car phone and pager number; he told me to call him whenever I need to be fucked by a real nigga,” she says while shaking the paper in my face like she's just won a scratch-off ticket from the Virginia Lottery. I smack the bitch's hand away from my grill.

  “Bitch, carry yo ass upstairs and take a bath,” I order.

  “But Daddy, I already took a shower at the hotel,” Nessa said, standing there looking like she's surprised or offended that she was being ordered to take another one.

  “All right then,” she says. “I'll take a birdbath just to ease your mind.” Shittt, Nessa knows I don't like touching her unless she is extra clean. But then again, who am I fooling—just how clean can a trick bitch get?

  “I'll be done in a minute, and then I'll tell you all about my night.” I didn't care to hear about her fuck session last night. As long as I had my loot, I didn't give a rat's ass about what happened with her and Turk. My business is to put her ass to work, that's it, that's all, but she always feels obligated to give me blow-by-blow details, especially when it comes to the big-time drug dealer customers like Turk.

  Before climbing the stairs, Nessa hands me a thousand dollars. She says Turk paid double for me trusting him enough to put the money in her hand. Trusting my ho and my clients is all part of the game. The way I see it, if you let your ho think she has a little power, then the bitch will stay happy and keep the ends flowing, and if you don't make your clients pay up front, they more than likely will give a fat-ass tip. And if either one of 'em fucks up, then that's when Big Daddy is gonna have to bust a cap in somebody's ass. Hey, but that's just my way. Every nigga has his own way of running they shit. I kick $200 to Moms to go grocery shopping; that way I can get my swirl on while she's out of the crib.

  “Hey, baby, you all right?” I ask Nessa, pulling her close to me and stroking the back of her hair.

  “Yeah, I'm good. What about you, Daddy? Did you miss me at all?” Nessa asks as she leads me to the bedroom. She knows what time it is. It's time for her to take care of Big Daddy. She is back at Daddy's house, and it is time for me to get mine. She jumps in the bathtub and in less than ten minutes she's out. I am chilling, laid back on the bed, coked up out of my fucking mind, waiting to be sucked and fucked by the best ho in town, and those ten minutes are five minutes too long.

  I lay Nessa on her stomach, so the sun is shining through the bedroom window on her big round voluptuous ass. I rub her butt; her ass is beautiful, like a work of art. It's just as beautiful as the painting of Mona Lisa. I start kissing and squeezing her booty. She lays stretched out, spread eagle, her face down. Then I get on top of her; I want to feel her phat ass on my shit. I massage her back as I hump up and down on her ass. My shit is pulsating, as I make slow circular moves. The shit feels so good, I want to come, but I can't 'cause I haven't put my dick on yet, and if I come without my strap on, then I am just another bitch. I reach over to the nightstand and pull out my dark black dick and strap it on.

  Nessa gets on her knees in the doggy-style position, and I stick my dick in her asshole and start fucking. I'm feeling good as shit, my head is tilted back farther than a Cadillac seat. I think I'm in heaven, and if heaven is this good, then I know goddamn well I ain't wanna go to hell. Nessa is working that ass like the professional she is. I pull my dick out and Nessa sucks it as I watch her lick my pussy secretions on the ten-inch friend that I bought from the X-rated shop at Belvidere and Broad. I tell Nessa to turn over and spread her legs. Nessa's clitoris looks old and worn out, 'cause she has been fucked by well over three hundred men, but I don't care; there is something about her pussy that I just can't get enough of. I slide my tongue inside and begin to lick; she tightens her pussy muscles, which excites me more. I rub her breast as I eat her out.

  Nessa moans and cries out, “Oh, Daddy, I love you, I love you,” with her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The more she talks, the more I want her.

  I say, “Yeah, bitch, say my name,” as I shove my middle finger into her pussy. Nessa then pulls me up and flips me over on my back; she begins sucking my chest. 'Cause for real, I'm a nigga. I ain't got no mutherfucking titties, let's keep it real. She straddles across me and begins bumping her pussy against mine. My shit is throbbing, I want to come but I'm still not ready. I want more. Nessa slides off me and starts giving me head. The bitch licks my shit like nobody has ever licked it before, not even her. She presses down on my midsection with one hand, like I'm gonna try to raise up and run or something. Sheeett, run from this? Man, I ain't going nowhere!

  We stand up and walk over to the window. I tell Nessa to put both hands on the windowsill and to back that thing up for me. She bends over and I drop to the floor and start eating her asshole. I spread her butt cheeks and stick my tongue in and out, in and out, as Nessa works that ass in slow motion. I grab my dick again, strap on, but this time I hit the pussy from the back door. I hook my arms underneath her until they land on her shoulders. I'm tearing that ass up! I raise the shade all the way up, so the sun will shine in. In the pj's we don't have mini-blinds, just one shade that stretches across the whole window. We are butt-ball naked, fucking in front of the window. Man, I am fucking the shit out of Nessa; she leans on the glass with her left hand while her right leg is propped up on the radiator. The radiator in the pj's is always by the window. The radiator used to get hot as a bitch in the winter, but it serves as a good ass prop in the summer. I start coming; my body starts shaking and jerking, and I moan in a masculine tone, “NOW, BITCH, NOW.” I snatch the strap from around my waist, and Nessa turns, drops to her knees, and starts eating my nut. Her head is buried between my legs as I stand with them spread apart. I grab onto her hair and look down at her while she pleases Big Daddy. My cum shoots out like water from a faucet. I come all over her face.

  When she's finished licking, she gets up from her knees and we both lean against the window, our bodies pressed against the glass. Nessa rolls a joint and laces it with coke; we smoke it while watching the neighborhood wake up. It's now two o'clock and people are starting to come out of the house. Kids are riding bicycles, and La-La has moved his operation down the block near my crib. I look into the street, and suddenly, there is Momma holding a brown paper bag in her hand and looking up at my bedroom window while Mr. Arnold, who charges less than Yellow Cab for a ride to and from the grocery store, stands outside his van, looking up at us with a perverted smile on his face. We've been caught; we are still standing butt-ball naked, in the window, in the middle of the day, in the sunshine.

  THREE

  TIME FLIES FAST when you're having fun. Half the day is gone and I need to get to the mall to get something fly to wear for tonight. I tell Nessa to run my bathwater. Then I call La-La to tell that nigga I'm gonna have to pay my tab later. That nigga told me this morning I owed him six hundred. Fuck that nigga, I ain't bout to pay up when all I got is $800 in my pocket. I'm going shopping. The new Jordans came out today, and I have to get me a pair. I have this bitch name Ayanna who works at Foot Locker in Cloverleaf Mall holding them for me. That bitch be jockeying me hard. I thought about asking her ass to use her discount, but I ain't really trying to fuck with her like that 'cause bitches be getting too attached. I told Nessa's ass last night, she wasn't getting a mutherfucking thing, and I still mean that shit!

  I step into the bathroom and Nessa is standing in the tub waiting to wash Big Daddy off. I step in and sit down. The bitch has my water a little colder than usual, but I figure I'll let it slide, since she worked so hard last night. Nessa grabs the Dial soap and starts washing my back. She tosses around a few bubbles, trying to be playful, but I'm really not in the mood for no goddamn rub-a-dub-dub two-bitches-in-the-tub type shit. I am thinking about where we're gonna work tonight. The races are still in town, so I know the ho stroll on Second will be slow. I stand up for Nessa to wash between my legs. As she is scrubbin
g me down, she's telling me how beautiful I am. I get mad and smash her face with my soap-filled hand, and the bitch's head hits the back of the wall. I've told Nessa's ass numerous times not to talk to me like I'm a bitch, but she keeps forgetting that shit.

  See, my looks be throwing muh-fuckers off. I'm five feet eight inches, 160 pounds, medium brown, with long hair and chestnut-colored eyes. People say I look like Spinderella, Salt-N-Pepa's DJ, so niggas be asking me all the time why I like pussy. They say I can probably get any man I want if I learn to be feminine. I tell them niggas that pussy is all I know. I'm twenty-three years young, and I ain't never had a dick in my life. Never wanted any. I been liking pussy ever since Momma used to leave me over the next-door neighbor's house. I was about eleven and Cookie was twenty. Momma used to be hanging out at that goddamn Devil's Nite Club and shit. Cookie was bad as hell. She had a baby and a six-year-old daughter by this nigga that sold heroin. Them mutherfuckers used to hide the dope in the baby's Pampers and push the stroller up and down the street, using the baby to transport. The Feds got hip and caught the nigga Tom one day with the baby and locked his ass up, and Child Protective Services took the lil shorties away. Only way that bitch Cookie kept her project was 'cause she had breast cancer and shit.

  Anyway, she used to keep me when Momma would go out. One night she was crying and shit, talking about how she missed Tom. She told me to get in bed with her, and before I knew it, she was kissing all over my innocent little body. She told me we was playing mommies and daddies. I told her I was too old for that doll-baby shit. I was young, but I wasn't stupid. Man, Cookie turned my young ass out. By the time I was thirteen, I was head over heels in love with her ass. She was the one who taught me how to eat pussy. She used to demonstrate on her little girl's It's Alive doll baby. CPS had left the little white cracker doll behind. Then one night, she made me put this fake dick in her pussy; the shit was pink plastic and battery operated. She came all over the muh-fucker. Then she stuck her middle finger in her pussy, pulled it out, and told me to sniff then taste it. I sniffed it and then I sucked her cum off her finger. I been hooked on pussy ever since.