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Chapters (26)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY SHANNON HOLMES
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. CHAPTER 1
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. CHAPTER 8
  15. CHAPTER 9
  16. CHAPTER 10
  17. CHAPTER 11
  18. CHAPTER 12
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. CHAPTER 17
  24. CHAPTER 18
  25. CHAPTER 19
  26. AFTERWORD

“Big man, what you tryin’ ta do? Pussy, brains, what?” Tender asked. This was going to be easy money. He was fat and, from past experience, she knew he probably had a small dick. In fact, judging by the looks of him, he hadn’t seen his dick in years. “First thing first, big guy. I need my paper up front. Dependin’ on what you want and how long it takes.”

“Yo, Ma.” The guy interrupted Tender. “I paid ya home girl … what’s her name? … Kat! Yeah, I hit her off already.”

“What?” Tender exclaimed, not believing him. She went to her purse and dug out her cell phone. Then she quickly dialed Kat’s number. “Hello … Kat. Umm, dis cat dat you sent up here, said dat he gave you my paper already.”

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Kat explained. “Now, handle ya handle. Fuck ’im or suck ’im … Just get rid of dat fat motherfucka. Hurry up, it’s alotta niggas down here and they tryin’ ta go.”

Tender was still puzzled. “Why you holdin’ my money? You ain’t been doin’ dat?”

“Look, Tender,” Kat exploded, “stop fuckin’ trippin’! That ain’t ’bout nuttin’. I’m only holdin’ ya money fa you, cause we don’t know how these niggas rock … You ain’t neva been nowhere. Soma these outta town niggas get down like dat. They might fuck you, then take their money back. So if I got it down here, then they can’t do that. Aiight! Damn, don’t get petty on me. I’m just tryin’ ta look out and hold you bitches down. Da game don’t stop cause we down here …”

“My bad! Thanks,” Tender said and hung up her cell phone. Maybe she jumped the gun, she thought. She turned her attention back to the guy sitting on her bed. “It’s all good … So, big man, what will it be?”

“Brains,” he said.

Tender grabbed her purse to pull out KY jelly, spermicidal, and an assortment of condoms. She picked a regular nonlubricated condom.

“Aiight, big man, let’s do dis. You on da clock,” she announced, as she kneeled down in between his legs and unfastened his pants. A quick thought flashed through her head—she hoped he wasn’t stinky.

Tender tore into the condom wrapper with her teeth and in one quick motion, she placed it in her mouth, while her other hand dug inside his pants to remove his penis. Just like she thought, he was working with nothing. As she went down on him, taking a quick whiff, she was grateful that he didn’t have a strong body odor. There was nothing worse than sucking a stinking dirty dick. That made her nauseated.