Free Brooklyn Brothel by C. Stecko Page B

so hear me out first. Do you think it would be dumb for me to dis Bo?
    “Dis’em how?”
    “I’ve decided not to give Bo any of the money I made.”
    “Now, that’s gangsta,” she laughed.
    “No seriously…you think it’s crazy?”
    “No, I don’t,” she said in a more serious tone.
    “Good, ’cause I’m gonna cut out with his loot.”
    “Now what’s your plan?”
    “I really don’t have one.” I giggled. “When that nigga shows up at the bus station to pick me up, I won’t be there. Neither will the money.” I laughed like crazy, then turned to Sasha. “Thanks for listenin’.” I smiled.
    When she pulled out a pair of black clippers it shocked me. “Let me do one more thing for you.”
    “What’s that?” I asked with a puzzled expression.
Does this bitch think she’s at the barbershop or some shit
, I thought.
    “I know you been having problems down below.”
    “Oh, no that’s okay. I’m straight now,” I said proudly.
    “Well, you never can be too sure. Let me just shave itbald for you. It’ll make you feel fresh and look real fly, too.”
    I was already half fucked up from the drinks so gettin’ a pussy shave didn’t matter. Sasha took full control. She turned the power on allowin’ the buzzin’ sound of the clippers to fill the room. She stopped for a moment and shot me a crazy look. It took me a few seconds to realize she wanted me to take my thong off.
    I slipped off my thong, then Sasha raised my legs with ease givin’ her the perfect access to shave me bald. It was weird, but felt good to have her down there. With my pussy laid on the sheets for her to see, Sasha commented on how beautiful my shit looked. I was feelin’ tipsy, so I just laughed it off.
    When she was done with the shave, she turned the clippers off, but kept her same position between my legs. She started caressin’ my thighs, then massagin’ my legs, makin’ me feel like I was somethin’ special, not just some hoe. Sasha tilted her body into an upward position so that her lips met my tits. Gradually, she slid my bra straps down my shoulders, makin’ sure she exposed my nipples. She started lickin’ my body like somethin’ out of a porn video, and suckin’ all ova my belly button. I knew the night was movin’ in the wrong direction. However, the fact remained, that it felt too damn good to stop her.
    Sasha was turnin’ me on like crazy; especially when she slid up to my lips and tongued me deep in my throat. She smelled good, like a sweet peach, which surprisingly made me wet, real wet. Without warnin’, she scooted her way down to my masterpiece and spread my lips. I could feel my clit jumpin’ around anticipatin’ the blessin’ it was about to receive. I laid there with my legs spread wide open like I was about to give birth. Soon, Sasha was drillin’ me with her tongue. The feelin’ was somethin’ I’d neva felt before. Not from Bo, not from any man. Not from anybody.
    Next thing I knew, I slapped myself in the mouth tryna drown out the sounds from my first orgasm of the night. When it was all said and done, she stayed between my legs until I had bust well ova three nuts. That night, we fell asleep in each otha’s arms, which was a weird situation, but felt damn good.

Chapter 7
    The next mornin’ I woke up to both gigglin’ and yellin’. Serita had come to the room as usual to wake up a few of the girls who had trouble wakin’ up and gettin’ themselves together before the 11:45 bell. She wasn’t happy about what she saw. Sasha was still in my bed ass-naked and had her arms wrapped around my waist. We were both in the fetal position until I heard my name being called. I jumped up, and shook Sasha a few times until she finally woke up. Serita stormed out of the room, while the otha girls belted out mean comments.
    “Tricks will be tricks,” Darla announced. “Damn, Salt and Pepper fuckin’ now,” another belted.
    Cinnamon, who was already dressed looked highly disappointed in