Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
“Okay.” She nodded and rushed their way.
Maxwell rubbed his hands together. “Oh yeah. Daddy’s back home.”
I watched the last of the club’s male patrons leave.
Satisfaction settled over me.
Maxwell leaned forward and looked at Tisha. “Eh, man. We need to lay down the groundwork for our game tonight.”
“No game yet. I am working right now. The Lion must be watched. Let us choose a moment when I am free—”
“No, cousin.” I waved the statement away. “You are off for the night.”
“There we go.” Maxwell clapped his hands. “Let the motherfucking games begin.”
“Alright.” Tisha tapped his cigar in front of him. Ash fell onto the plush carpet. “First one to get to a hundred wins.”
Maxwell raised his eyebrows. “But how do we figure out the number system?”
I raised the bottle to my lips and drank.
Tisha winked. “We assign pussy points.”
I almost spat out my vodka.
“Alright, man. I dig you. A kiss is one point,” Maxwell’s voice remained steady as if he anticipated his victory this evening.
However, I knew my cousin very well.
If Maxwell won, it would not be easy.
“Two points for a phone number,” Tisha added.
I put my view back on Maxwell.
“Okay.” He nodded. “Ten points for a blow job that you didn’t pay for.”
I gazed at Tisha.
My cousin rotated the cigar between his fingers, ensuring an even burn. “Fifteen points for sex, but twenty for anal. Both cannot be paid for.”
Maxwell whistled. “So then all I have to do is fuck five chicks in the ass tonight? Shiiittt. Then, I’ll be wearing the crown in a few hours.”
I laughed.
Tisha pointed at him. “And we record it on our phone for proof.”
Maxwell frowned. “What the fuck? You think chicks are cool with that in the States. They rock differently than back home, man. This is not Russia.”
“No video. No points.” Tisha brought the cigar back to his lips for another draw. “And we add extra points for women who are bigger.”
Maxwell leaned his head back. “Huh?”
“The wider the waist the more points.”
Maxwell rubbed his chin. “Hmmm. Interesting addition. Break that down for me further.”
“I find that women with more weight. . .they are. . .robust. Delicious.” Tisha raised his hands and outlined a wide hour-glass. “These women are harder to take home. They are more protective of their bodies. It demands a more intense hunt—”
“Or you just like fucking big girls.”
Tisha shrugged. “There is beauty to be found in curves and softness.”
“Yo.” Maxwell chuckled. “For some reason, I’m starting to like you more, Tisha. You might even have that B.D.E. if you’re swinging that way.”
“Have you ever made love to a woman who is bigger than the usual societal size?”
“Fuck yeah. An ass can never be too big for me. Same for the titties, and I don’t give a fuck about rolls. I just pull them up, fit them to the side, and bang shorty out until she falls asleep.”
Tisha quirked his brows. “Rolls?”
Maxwell touched his sides. “You know what I’m saying. Love handles.”
“Aww.” Tisha nodded. “I think of them as love cushions.”
“I like that. Love cushions.” Maxwell pulled out two joints and handed one to me. “I’m going to steal that.”
Clasping the joint between the thumb and index finger, I raised it to my lips.
One of my men stepped in front of me and lit the tip.
The orange flame flickered as I inhaled. The rich scent of cannabis filled my senses. Smoke curled and swirled around me.
A sweet, honeyed taste coated my tongue.
Mmmm.
Maxwell grinned at me. “This is called Cookies and Cream. It’s a mix of two strains—Girl Scout Cookies and Starfighter.”
I had no idea what he was saying, but I damn sure enjoyed the marijuana.
Maxwell lit his own, tilted his head back, and blew out a large ring of smoke.
I watched in utter fascination. “Teach me that.”
“First I have to teach you to stop spitting on the weed.”
I frowned.
Tisha studied us through veils of smoke, the cigar still smoldering between his fingers. “Okay, here’s another rule.”
I inhaled some more, and the world seemed to tilt slightly, the edges blurring into a soft focus that made everything feel more vibrant, more alive.
Another one of my men took the bottle of vodka from me. Perhaps, I was about to drop it or something.
Tisha flicked cigar ash on the carpet. “Minus five points if she’s a professional.”
“Professional?” Maxwell echoed through a cloud of smoke, his brow furrowed. “Like a stripper or a sex worker?”
“Yes.”
“But, we’re in a strip club. I’m definitely fucking one of them in here on top of some of the chicks at the table.”
“Negative five points.” Tisha glanced over at another table full of all voluptuous women. Their ample curves emphasized by their tight dresses. “You mess with a stripper, and you lose points.”
Maxwell snorted. “Not fair man, that’s like asking a dog not to chase its tail.”
“It’s easy to score with a professional,” Tisha looked back at him. “But the thrill is in the hunt, not the meal.”