Free Trickery by Noire Page B

appeared to be wandering aimlessly, but he knew exactly what he was looking for, and he knew this town would surely deliver. He’d spent part of the afternoon watching and rewatching Beyonce’s Single Ladies video on his laptop, and no offense—but fuck that broad Beyoncé! It was the chocolate-skinned girl with the thick, muscular ass that Sallie couldn’t get out of his mind. She was exactly the type of chick he wanted to bang tonight, and this town had plenty of hoes who had the same kind of luscious body as hers.
    Sallie headed for one of the popular spots where prostitutes worked the track and flaunted their business openly on the street. There were lots of chicks on the stroll tonight, and as soon as they spotted a clean-shaven white boy like him their eyes lit up like they could just taste their jackpot.
    The block was on buzz as Sallie pulled his ride over and slid up to the curb. Black girls with big tits and monster asses were posted up in mini-skirts, short-shorts, tight pants, and high heels. Sallie’s well-trained eye sifted through the assortment of women like he was looking at the menu at a greasy fast food restaurant. There were about fifteen of them flagging down cars and working the curb, and every last one of them made a bee-line over to his whip like they were competing in a relay race.
    With a crowd of hoes surrounding him, it only took Sallie a minute to spot the kind of chick he had a taste for, and when he got out of his car and stood up so he could see her better, his drawers immediately rocked up and he had to stop himself from drooling.
    Ignoring the vulgar propositions from the other prostitutes, Sallie motioned to the young girl with the smooth brown skin and bright eyes, and she smiled and shook her hips and she pushed her way through the crowd and walked toward him. As usual, all the hoes he hadn’t chosen got loud and salty and started talking mad shit.
    “Damn! You can only handle one of us, white boy?” a cute light-skinned chick reached out and grabbed Sallie’s arm as he turned back to his car with his prize for the night. “One is fun, but two is terrific, baby. Karisma ain’t been out here a good damn minute. She don’t know shit about pleasing no real man like you! But I’m a professional, baby. Take me with y’all and I’ll lay some head on you that will blow your fuckin’ mind!”
    Sallie grinned as he brushed past her and held the car door open so the young hoe she’d called Karisma could get in. “Next time,” he told the older hoe as all the other working girls started screaming for him to come back and get them when he was finished so they could show him what he was missing out on. 
    Sallie slammed his car door and turned and looked at the black girl he had chosen. She had big, juicy titties and a small waist, and he could tell how wide her hips were by the way her thighs spread out all over the car’s seat. She was real young, but at closer glance he didn’t see the innocence he had expected to see in her face. Instead, there was something fun and mischievous in her eyes, and she looked like she was ready to hang out and have a good time.
    “How much?” he asked her as they grinned at each other.
    She shrugged. “Depends on what you like.”
    Sallie nodded. “What I like, huh?”
    “Yep,” she said, “what you like.”
    “I tell you what,” Sallie grinned even wider and slid his arm around her slender shoulder. “How about we do something that you like?”
    The girl’s grin disappeared and she gave him a quick, suspicious look like, what the fuck you talking about, trick ? She held up her wrist and tapped her watch.
    “Oh, I know,” Sallie said smoothly. “Time is money. But I’ll pay you good for your time, baby. Real good. Check this out. Do you like Chinese food?”
    She nodded. “Hell yeah. Who don’t?”
    “Cool,” Sallie said as he turned his key in the ignition and pulled out into Harlem’s night-life traffic. “Let’s go get us