Leaving downtown Raleigh he wheeled his Dodge Charger toward Tink’s baby mama’s crib in Washington Terrace Projects. Tink’s
ears were still ringing as he stepped out of Polo’s Dodge Charger. His baggy black Vokal jeans and white hoodie were his thuggish
attire for the day. His .380 was now in his front pocket for easy access in case any drama popped off. He waited for Polo
on the dirty sidewalk before heading in to check on his BM (baby mama).
“Ain’t that Lil’ Rick over there shooting craps?” Polo asked, walking up to Tink. Tink glanced at the group of hustlers in
the tight game of craps. Tink nodded his head, as he easily recognized Lil’ Rick’s lanky six-two frame clad in baggy black
jeans with a matching black hoodie.
“Yeah, dat’s him, whut up?” Tink asked.
“Ain’t nothin’. I just need to holla a’im later.”
Tink shrugged his shoulders, then walked toward his BM’s crib while holding up his sagging jeans. Polo followed, glancing
back once at his tough-looking Dodge Charger.
Tink entered Trina’s cozy crib to find her busy in the kitchen.
“Close the door!” she yelled over her shoulder while flipping over some pork chops. “My heat going out!” she added.
Trina wasn’t your average project chick, not that she was hood. Trina was the same age as Tink, eighteen. Sadly, her parents
had kicked her out when she became pregnant. She wasn’t put on the streets, but her parents pulled a few strings to get her
name on the waiting list and quickly into her own apartment. Their reason was firm and simple. If she was grown enough to
have sex and get pregnant, then she was grown enough to live on her own. Luckily, Tink had been there for her and his baby
boy since day one. His only flaw in her eyes was that he sold drugs. Trina stood at five-four and didn’t favor anyone famous.
She was just cute and a bit sassy
when the mood would strike her. Tink came up from behind her, cupping her round butt and softly nuzzling the side of her
neck.
She giggled. “Stop, Tink, ’fore I burn myself with this hot grease.”
“Whut else you got cookin’, ma?” he asked, stepping back so she could move freely at the stove.
“Hmm… macaroni and cheese, butter rolls and some potato pie… and yes, some cherry Kool-Aid that our son made.” As soon as
she spoke about their two-year-old son he came running into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Tink’s legs. As the three
had a family moment in the kitchen, Polo was slumped on the beige sofa rubbing his temples. Trina yelled from the kitchen,
asking if he was staying to eat. He answered yes as he chewed unconsciously on his toothpick out of habit. Polo was tired
of being “dat nigga.” He knew his luck wouldn’t last long in the drug game. His hustle was strictly weed and he was content
with it. He had a fly whip on twenty-twos with Lamborghini-style doors but he was far from, as they say, baller status. He
had been harshly reminded at a car show in Greensboro when the author/entrepreneur Jaeyel Imes pulled up in an artic silver
Porche Carrera GT. Polo was ready for a change. This gun charge was bullshit!
“I’ma get a job,” Polo said to Tink as he entered the living room with his son, Cameron, on his back.
“A job!” Tink lowered his son to the floor, then sat next to his cousin. “Oh.” He smiled, rubbing his hands together. “You
gotta lick set up? Who you got in mind?”
Polo frowned, sucking his teeth. “I’m dead-ass, nigga! I’ma get a real job… legal.”
“Why the change of heart?” Tink asked. He then told Cameron to go put his shoes on. Cameron skipped away while singing 50
Cent’s “Window Shopper.”
“Reason one.” Polo held up his index finger. “Ain’t tryna go back to prison for a muhfuckin’ thang. I think I can beat this
case. And if I do, I’m done with this street shit.”
Tink could tell by the tone of his cousin’s voice that he was dead-ass. “Where you gonna get a good job at?”
Polo shrugged his shoulders. “Shit, I’ll work at Burger King before I risk my freedom again. I got a few grand in the stash
and I’ma throw in the towel before I slip up.”
Tink started grinning. “Let me find out you think dem alphabet boys got you under surveillance,” he joked.
“Nah, I don’t rate that. That’s for that lame-ass nigga Kaseem and his team of yes-men,” Polo stated sourly.
Tink was in a different situation from Polo. Tink had a family to feed while Polo’s main concern was paying off his new whip.
Tink sold weed for Polo on the side and also did his thing selling that hard. Nothing major, though, he only sold pieces on
the block. If Polo stopped the weed, then Tink knew he would be in a bind. Maybe he could hook up with that jackmaster Lil’
Rick and stick up some niggas that’s already on.
“So what’s up?” Polo asked, breaking Tink’s train of thought. Tink shrugged his shoulders just as his son came skipping up
the hall.
“Food’s ready, y’all!” Trina yelled from the kitchen.
Polo removed his G-Unit leather jacket, then followed
Tink toward the kitchen, but both were turned around when Trina ordered them both to go wash their hands. It was clear that
Trina was running thangs and Tink could care less because it was all love.
Later, around 3:45 p.m., Polo was leaving Trina’s crib with Cameron to take him to spend the night with Trina’s parents in
Selma.
“Turn it up, Uncle Polo, please!” Cameron squealed as Polo shook his head, smiling. He loved Cameron like crazy.
“Aiight, but not too loud this time.” Polo adjusted the volume with the controls, then filled the Dodge Charger with Common’s
“Testify.”
At the same time, Desiree was in her office working on her laptop while talking to Jelena. Jelena’s high-pitched voice filled
her office as it flowed from the landline speakerphone.
“I just can’t date no man with no felonies, girl, and I’m being honest with you,” Desiree said, even though she was slightly
attracted to Tyrone aka Polo. But that was something she wouldn’t even confess to her best friend. Plus she was committed
to Lamar and her stance was firm, she would not date a man who ran the streets.
Jelena laughed. “Well, you just as well put that label over seventy-five percent of the brothers in the US.”
“I think that percentage would be higher and it don’t matter.”
“Why?” Jelena wanted to know.
“Hellooo, I gots me a man. A legal man at that,” Desiree bragged.
“Yeah, whateva. Look, what’s that author’s website you wanted me to check out?”
“
www.VictorLMartin.com
,” Desiree rattled off in excitement.
“Okay, I got it. Well, let me go make my rounds, I’ll see ya tonight.”
“See you the same,” Desiree said before pushing the END button on the speakerphone. Just as she glanced out the side window
she saw an eye-catching metallic black BMW 760Li with black rims backing into a slot beside her pearl-white Nissan Maxima.
A smile quickly formed on her beautiful face as a chill ran up and down her spine. She was so wide open over her older man
that she was close to speaking on that L word. Love! She had met the thirty-seven-year-old Blair Underwood look-alike at Club
Black Tie four months ago. His name was Lamar Seagal and to Desiree he was the perfect man for her. Shutting her laptop off
she became excited about what she was about to do. She was in the office building alone with all the lawyers out attending
a conference. Really it was something that Jelena had placed into her head… office sex!
Her panties were slightly damp when Lamar entered her office with two dozen red roses. She was speechless as he walked toward
her in a pair of brown leather pants by Gucci. His pullover was thick and also by Gucci, just like his loafers. When she started
to thank him, he held his index finger to his lips, signaling for
silence. After placing the roses on her desk, he moved his six-three frame behind her. Her hazel eyes glazed over as he moved
his large hands down and over her soft breasts. He massaged them slowly through her clothes. She couldn’t wait for him to
strip her of her clothing. When his hands pulled away she started to complain but again he silenced her. Catching her off
guard he tied a black silk scarf over her eyes. This was something new to her and it turned her on. He then stood her up on
shaky legs. Slowly he undressed her. First he removed her heels, her pants, her stockings, her jacket, her blouse, and then
her bra. He then helped her slip her beautiful feet back into her heels. He stepped back to admire her precious body. Topless
and standing in a pair of heels. He smiled at the wet spot that stained her peach panties. Desiree stood blinded near her
desk as Lamar removed his clothes. He stripped buck naked down to his silk socks. Desiree moaned out his name when she felt
his tongue circling her erect nipple while he slid a hand under her panties. She was slick and hot.
“Lamar!” she shivered as she parted her legs. “Oooooooohhh, Lamar.” She gripped his shoulders as he slid his beefy middle
finger into her moist pussy with her left titty filling his mouth. He was really working her pussy with his finger. She gave
him all the access she could give by hiking her leg up his naked waist. The smell of her enticed pussy suddenly filled her
office, mixed with the smell of the two dozen roses.
When he slid her panties down her legs she tried to
remove the blindfold but Lamar pushed her hands away. Instead, he guided her small hands to his engorged dick. She wrapped
her hands around it, then moved her hands back and forth. When he laid his hands on her shoulders, she took the hint and went
to her knees, licking him on the trip down.
“Oooooooooohhhh, Desi!” he moaned as she slowly licked around the head of his dick. He looked down to see his pre-cum seeping
into her mouth. She ran her tongue around his head while gripping his shaft with one hand and palming his ass with the other.
Back and forth she began to slowly suck his dick as he palmed the back of her head.
“Suck it, Desi,” he panted as she continued to slurp at his dick. “You do it so good, Desi.” His words of encouragement spurred
her on as her nails dug into the flesh of his ass. It also felt as if her pussy were dripping in the squatting position she
was in. Lamar made her head spin when he somehow managed to scoop her up and turn her body upside down. She squealed with
excitement as Lamar started tonguing her pussy and ass. He was able to hold her light body with ease as she squirmed and twitched.
When the two carefully went to the carpet, Desiree quickly took over and mounted him. Squatting in her heels, she lowered
herself on his dick, moaning with pleasure. With her hands planted on his eight-pack stomach she rode him with pure passion.
She couldn’t recall removing the blindfold but it was now off. Up and down she bounced on his dick, which
filled her tight pussy properly. Spasms racked her body as he urged her on by talking nasty to her. She even gave in and
slowly spun around to ride him with her back toward him. She later found her legs high up on his sweaty shoulders with his
dick plunging in and out causing his balls to slap rhythmically against her ass. Sweat, lust and sex covered them both. His
rhythm was set on cruise control, long-dicking her with his piston-like strokes. Desiree arched her back, digging her nails
in his back, then felt her pussy explode around his endlessly plunging dick.
“Lamar, yessss!” she yelled. She shuddered, rolling her hips to his dick as her body gave in. Her thighs were flattening her
breasts and Lamar was pumping her steadily. When she felt him release inside her pussy it triggered another orgasm of her
own. He slowly lowered his body on top of her after sliding her legs from his shoulders. He kissed her lightly on her sweaty
forehead, then moved to her mouth for an open wet kiss.
“I… needed that, Lamar,” she said. “I really needed that.”
He merely smiled while caressing her naked body with his hands. “You coming to see me tonight?” He lowered his head to lick
her right, then left, erect nipple. Desiree nodded yes while enticingly tightening her pussy around his semi-erect dick, which
was still inside her. It made him twitch. She kept doing it until he became hard again. Without pulling out he flipped her
over and took her doggy-style, ass up, face down, while gripping her small waist. His favorite position.
* * *
“Tink, Tink, Tink!” Trina panted while riding Tink. “I’ma cumming, baby!” Up and down, side to side, she moved her body over
Tink’s.
Tink was under her with his hands palming her small 34Cs as she reached her climax. Since they were struggling as it was to
make ends meet, they were having safe sex. When she climaxed, she slid up off his hard dick, then moved up to his face for
him to lick her out. Tink was more than happy to please his girl. Seeing that he was still hard, she spun around, rolled the
rubber off, then pleased him via oral sex until he erupted inside her mouth. Later, after she took a quick shower, she came
back into their bedroom to find Tink holding up his white hoodie, which Cameron had spilled some Kool-Aid on.
“I told you to put that in some cold water so that stain won’t be so hard to remove,” she said, putting on some deodorant.
Tink laid it on the bed, then stepped to the closet. Inside he saw the two new Sean John solid-color hoodies that Trina had
bought at the Crabtree Valley Mall. One was blue and one was Syracuse orange. He knew he was gonna hit the block tonight so
he went for the blue hoodie. He figured it was the closest he could get to black.
“You’re not planning on hitting the block tonight, are you?” Trina asked as she snapped on her bra. As Tink removed the blue
hoodie from the closet she took his white one and placed it in the bathroom sink, then plugged the sink to fill it with cold
water. “You hear me talking to you, Tink?”
“Yeah, I heard ya,” he replied, pulling the tag from the brand-new hoodie.
“You know how I feel about you doing that, Tink. I really think you should follow Polo’s move and—”
“I’m not a follower!” he stated, cutting her off.
“Tink!” Trina explained. “You know I don’t mean it like that, baby. But Polo made some good points and you know it.”
Tink turned his back on Trina as he pulled the hoodie over his head. Trina sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. “I
don’t want you out there in those streets no more, Tink,” she said softly.