Free Thong on Fire by Noire

little console box. The moist little towels felt good and smelled good too, and I wiped my face, neck, titties, and coochie for days, using about ten of them.
    “Next time you gotta wear a fuckin’ hood,” I told him as his warm cum flowed from me. I wiped myself again, then balled up the wipes and threw them out the window.
    “Yeah,” Dip said, pulling out into traffic again. “Next time, baby.”
    We passed the flask back and forth some more, and thirty minutes later we were parked outside an all-night diner in Queens. There was a lot of activity in the lot and Dip had pulled his ride into the last free space right up front. He looked all around, checking out the status in all his mirrors and stuff.
    “What?” I asked.
    “What?”
    “No, what to you. What you looking all around for? Everything is cool, right?”
    Dip frowned and kept his attention on a group of thug niggas standing around a fly Escalade on our left.
    “Yeah,” he finally said. “It’s cool. Let’s stroll.”
    Dip was a big nigga, and when I climbed outta that g-ride with him I loved the way all kinds of heads started turning. I was killing my tight green skirt so I knew the attention we was getting was more about me than it was about him. Dip put his hand in the small of my back and guided me up the few steps to get inside.
    “Order whatever you want, Shawty,” Dip said. “Just keep your mouth closed and when you see me fin’ta bounce, be ready to move with me.”
    The diner was about halfway full and it felt like a damn meat freezer inside. The air-conditioning was turned up so high I was hugging myself and rubbing my arms even before the waitress showed us to a booth right across from the main counter.
    “How ya’ll doing tonight,” she said, smiling at Dip and nodding toward me. She was skinny and pretty and not too much older than me.
    Dip looked real serious, but not nervous. I watched the way his eyes swept the whole place in a matter of seconds. I held my breath until he nodded at the waitress, then I slid into the booth, cursing under my breath when the cold plastic seat touched the back of my thighs.
    “I’ll be right back,” Dip said, getting up almost as soon as he sat down.
    I watched him walk down toward the end of the long counter, then go behind it and dap out one of the cooks before disappearing in the back.
    Dip wasn’t gone two seconds before one of the guys sitting in the next booth stepped to me.
    “Whassup, baby. You hungry?”
    He was cute as hell. Short, with pretty brown skin and nice braids in his hair. Pressed out in urban gear. Thugged down. Real cute. My head was nice and buzzed, but I didn’t know nothing about Queens so I wasn’t about to cross Dip.
    “Nah,” I said, smiling. “I’m with somebody. I’m waiting for him to come back.”
    He nodded but said, “Aiight then. But lemme know if whatever that nigga feed you don’t get you full, you hear?”
    I grinned real big and started to say something hot and freaky, but then the waitress was all up in my face, pushing a menu at me wanting to take my order.
    “Um, I’ma just wait for my man to come back and see what he wants,” I told her, pushing the menu away.
    “No,” she said, sliding it right back at me. “You gone order right now. He’s having whatever you’re having. Dig?”
    Hell no, I didn’t dig, but I ordered a cheeseburger deluxe and a Sprite anyway.
    “Good,” she said, smiling. “Your order will be right up.”
    I looked toward the kitchen for Dip, but he was nowhere in sight. My cell phone chimed with a Jeezy cut, and when I reached in my purse I saw Tai’s number on the caller ID. I ignored it, waiting for Dip as I kept my eyes on the counter trying to see where he had gone.
    All that rum and Yak I’d drunk made me have to pee. But I was scared to move. What if I went to the bathroom and Dip came out and thought I was gone? That nigga might roll out and leave my ass way out in Queens and then how would I get back