Half the Battle
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CHAPTER 1 The rain always puts me in the mood to fuck. The roars of the wind and the sound of the lumps of hard rain pounding the roof just gets me all 9ngly inside. I remember last night when Tony came over and candied my yams honey. That nigga can get this pussy any9me he wants, and he knows it too. Perfect fat ass, big country ass dick, the most beau9ful smile, and that Negro got the preest toes I’ve ever seen... can’t pay me to keep them out of my mouth. Something was different last night when we fucked. He was an animal… bea9ng this pussy like it stole something! He mu9lated my cakes. “What’s my fucking name?” “Whose pussy is this?” He’d never been so aggressive with me. I liked that shit though. I couldn’t put words together. I could feel his balls laying the smack down on my ass repeatedly as he con9nued to mash my potatoes. I watched us from the ceiling mirror. That arch in his muscular back and the sweat dripping from his 9ght ass had a bitch elated. I squeezed him as 9ght as I could because I didn’t want this night to ever end. “I’m cumming, babe!” He pulled that pipe out of my walls and nuMed all over my stomach and chest, then laid on top of me and kissed me on the mouth. “I love you,” I said. We laid in each other’s arms and fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of breaking glass. Looking out the window I could see that tranny ass bitch Khia bus9ng the windows out of Tony’s brand new Porsche. “Baby, Wake up!” I screamed. I can’t believe this stupid bitch had the audacity to show up at my mother fucking house and break my man’s windows. I definitely do not need this shit on a Monday morning before work. This bitch had crossed the line and she needed to be dealt with. I ran through the garage to get to the driveway and the first thing I saw was the metal chain that Tony and I some9mes use in our sex games. I grabbed it and approached the trollop. “Bitch! What the fuck are you doing?” Before she could answer and found myself choking the life from the late queen. Tony made his way out to pull me off the girl. “I should slap the shit out of’ you for bringing this bitch to my house, Tony!” “Baby, I told this crazy fag I don’t want anything to do with her!” I was so mad I begin to shake. It’s hard being in love with a man that can’t stay faithful to your ass. However, when I’m with him, I feel complete. I can’t shake this negro. Let me give you the back-story on me and Tony. It was New Year’s 2007 at Club 901 in downtown Memphis. The girls and I had decided to go out and make the best of the night and that’s where we ended up going. The line to get in was around the block, but I knew the club owner so you know we went straight to the front of the line. I felt like a million bucks that night. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t the shit. I was labeled down, and my face was beat to the heavens! I could barely take myself… I bumped into this guy. Lord knows he had the sexiest eyes I’ve ever seen. “Excuse me.” He said. His hand grabbed my hand. He held it for one-point-five seconds as he con9nued to walk by. I found myself turning around to stare at him. Our eyes met each other and at that moment he licked his sexy ass lips. I almost had to change my underwear right, then there. For the rest of the night we con9nued to flirt from across the room. Upon leaving, he approached me in the parking lot. We ended up fucking that night. His dick felt like it was made for my pussy. The perfect fit. The rest is history. So I headed inside to get ready for work, s9ll in disbelief that this bitch came to my house. Tony followed behind me… “Baby, don’t do anything crazy!” “Fuck that hoe, I’m going to work! Now get that bitch off my lawn before I come back out or your ass is geng it too!” I was determined not to let this thirsty queen ruin my day. I grabbed my briefcase and keys and was out the door on my way to work. Did I men9on that I am V.P. of Marke9ng/Adver9sing of Ci9bank, the Houston branch? I got it all, and these bitches can’t take me! So, I’m at work going over the final drae of our newest ad campaign when two officers walk into my office. “Are you Mr. Branson?” one of the officers asked. “Yes, How may I help you?” “You can help us a lot by coming with us quietly. We need to take you downtown and we do not want to make a scene.” I could see my nosey ass secretary, Mya, looking through my window. She was probably on Office Messenger spilling this tea already. By this 9me I had already knew Khia had reported me. It’s okay though… I got money and I know all the right people. Hell! I used to date a judge in downtown Houston. I wonder how his sexy ass is doing. Hmm… Nonetheless, I lee with the officers to go downtown and got booked. I spent three hours in that dump before I could call my Judge connect and get that charges erased. This meant payback. I don’t know who the girl thought I was, but she clearly got the right bitch to fuck her world all the way up. I try to be a classy bitch, but folk just make it so hard these days. This shit is really about to get messy. I had Tony to pick me up from the jailhouse. The ride home was a very quiet one. He knew not to say anything to me. I can be very envious and evil when upset. I could see him sneaking a glance and me every few minutes to see if I was calming. That negro didn’t know what to say. If I were him, I wouldn’t have said anything to my crazy ass either. It was pushing 3 o’clock in the aeernoon. I needed to go back to the office and make sure my secretary hadn’t spread any rumors. “Drop me off at the Office,” I said to Tony. He s9ll didn’t say a word. We arrived at my office and I exited his busted up ass Porsche. Looking at it made me even more furious. “What 9me you coming home baby?” Tony asked. I smiled and walked off. I wanted his ass to be confused. He doesn’t need to know what I’m feeling right now. He watched me walk into the building before he drove off. I walked back into the office and Mya gagged. “Mr. Branson!” my secretary exclaimed, “I wasn’t expec9ng you back today!” “Oh! Someone did a hit and run on my car. I had to go take care of that.” I knew she didn’t believe me, but I didn’t care. I’m her fucking boss. I knew she would get that around to the rest of the office. Hell, I don’t need these fools knowing all my tea, honey! I was just there to make an appearance; I had no inten9ons on staying there. I went into my office and grabbed my keys which I lee behind earlier today. I told my secretary that I had more business to handle away from the office and to forward all calls to my cell phone. I got to the car and I just couldn’t contain my anger anymore. I screamed as loud as I could while repeatedly throwing my head into the headrest of my seat and punching the steering wheel. I begin to cry uncontrollably. All I could think about was how 9red of the shit I was. I’ve been so good to Tony and he con9nues to embarrass me by messing with these low class ass bitches. Got these bitches looking me all upside my head like I’m crazy every 9me we go out? I had to make an example out of some bitch, and Ms. Khia was about to be the first. “Get it together Jeff, get it together!” I wiped my eyes and began laughing out of anger, but wasn’t shit funny. My stepfather owns a junkyard in west Houston. I needed to pay him a visit for my plan to work. I drove to the Westside to meet my stepdad. “I need to use one of your cars for about an hour,” I told him. He’s a very 9mid man and never asks ques9ons. I know he had to find it crazy for me to be asking to use one of these busted ass vehicle he owns and I drive a top of the mother fucking line Mercedes E class. Nonetheless, he gave me the keys to a 98 Buick Regal. “Thanks step daddy, this’ll do.” I lee en route to North Houston where Khia stayed.