Daddy Long Stroke

Nah, bitch, I heard you. I just didn’t see ya ass. And now I know why. I pull in my bottom lip, and bite the fuck down on it before I blast her ass right here in the middle of the muthafuckin’ airport. Rough Rider Cutie my muthafuckin’ ass! “Nah, I didn’t hear you,” I say, grittin’ my teeth.

“You want me to wait here with you until your bag comes?”

I see muhfuckas eye-ballin’ us and I’m startin’ to feel some kinda way ’bout it. “Nah, I’m good,” I say not lookin’ down at her.

“Oh, okay. Well, I’ma be sitting over there waiting for you then.” She points over to a metal bench by a set of payphones.

I take a deep breath. “Aiight, you do that.” I watch this broad waddle in her tiny-ass heels, lookin’ like muthafuckin’ Minnie Mouse ’n shit. All the ho needs is a big-ass bow in her hair. I shake my head. The ho got little feet, little hands, little mouth, and little body. E’ery muthafuckin’ thing on this bitch is little, ’cept for her big-ass head—and that fat ass of hers. I lock my eyes on her phatty, shakin’ my head. I need a muthafuckin’ blunt, now! The ho said her ass was short, not some toddler-sized adult. She shoulda kept shit real wit’ me. At least prepare a nigga first; dig what I’m sayin’?

I let out a deep, disgusted sigh. All that good shit she been talkin’ over the phone ’bout how deep her pussy is, ’bout how much she loves to fuck, ’bout how she’s gonna rock this dick, had a nigga ready to beat her guts up. And this is the shit I end up wit’—a damn pint-sized, freak-nasty ho. I shoulda known the shit was too muthafuckin’ good to be true.

When my bag finally comes, I swagger over to where her ass is sittin’. She’s on her cell, but disconnects her call when she sees me comin’. I’m lookin’ at her, thinkin’ how the fuck I’ma get outta this shit. I got like two grand on me, so I know I can always cop me a hotel somewhere, and be out. Then I can maybe hook up wit’ that Stone Mountain cutie. Fuck! I forgot her name, that quick. Shit!

She looks up at me. “You mad at me?”

I frown. Am I mad? This smut is the size of a fuckin’ poodle standin’ on its hind legs, and she got the muthafuckin’ nerve to be askin’ me some dumb shit like that. Damn straight, I’m heated. But since this ho gassed me up, it’s gonna cost her extra. I smile, decidin’ to milk this situation for e’ery muhfuckin’ thing it’s worth.

“Nah, baby, it’s all good. Let’s get outta here.”

She smiles. “Whew! I was worried for a moment. I thought you was gonna tell a sista to beat it or something.”

Oh, I’ma tell ya dick-thirsty ass to beat it aiight. “Nah, never that, baby. I ain’t no shallow-type cat. I came to spend time wit’ you. And get this dick wet. And that’s what it is.”

I stare at her, start to wonder if she got good pussy. I smirk at the thought of layin’ back, proppin’ her up on my dick, then spinnin’ her ass ’round on it like a doll. My dick starts to jump. Yeah, I’ma run this dick straight through her muthafuckin’ back. Lyin’-ass ho!

When we get to her shiny black customized Benz truck, I say, “Damn, I didn’t know Benz made whips for midgets.” I hear her suck her teeth as she disarms the alarm, unlockin’ the doors. I toss my bag in the back, then get in. I watch her climb up and in. She looks over at me. And on some real shit, the bitch got the nerve to be aiight lookin’ in a funny kinda way. Sorta like a chimpanzee.

“Please don’t refer to me as a midget. It’s offensive, and derogatory,” she says, slammin’ her door. “I might be many things, but a midget ain’t one of ’em.”

Bitch, please. I’ll call you what the fuck I want. I feel like laughin’ dead in her muthafuckin’ face. “Well, then what are you?”

“Well, for starters, I’m a woman. My name is Vita. And I’m a little person. ‘Little people’ is the term used to refer to us. Calling little people midgets is no longer politically correct. I’m not part of some old circus freak show.”

I can’t tell. “Oh, aiight, my bad. So why didn’t you just keep shit real and tell me what it was wit’ you from the gate?”

She looks at me. “Do you want the truth?”

What the fuck you think, bitch? I nod. “Yeah.”

“As fine as you are, would you still have come out here to see me if I told you the truth? And be honest.”

I think, do I lie or keep it real? For the right price, hell yeah, ho! “Nah, I probably wouldn’t.” She looks at me, raises a brow. “Aiight, hell no.”