Trying To Maintain

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Drill

"Let me holler at you right quick, mane," I tell this dude named Zay. I caught up to him after everyone started leaving chow from breakfast. 

"So what's up?" He attempts to act bravado, deepening his voice and squaring out his shoulders.

"Man, you know what's up with me. Tell me what's up with you?" I smirk at him a little. My dimples help me get my way most times.

"I'm only supposed to be for Lam and Duke."

Zay is what Zoe refers to as a "jizzle" of the Philly car. Meaning, he's being extorted for goods and possibly services. He doesn't have to walk around like the other "boys" but he services their needs the same way. Because he pays and is good for more than ass, he's not getting hoed like the other boys do.

"Then why you came in here with me then? If you ain't fucking with it we can dip." I been trying to get at this nigga for the past week and a half. He's a cute little redbone dude that sags a little bit to show off his little plumped up butt. Dude definitely toting buns. He's around five foot nine or ten, something fun for a nigga my height.

"Nah," he replies almost immediately, "I'm just saying, you being bold."

"Shit, they ain't gonna beat my ass," I say cockily with a shrug. "Unless of course you got scared and told them something?" I taunt with a raised brow.

He sucks his teeth, "man stop playing with me. I ain't scared of your ass. You don't do shit and ain't affiliated with nobody." He waves me off dismissively.

What a dumbass.

Never ever underestimate the person you might be dealing with. This nigga don't know me from a can of paint and assumes he is safe all because my name doesn't precede me.

"You right," I raise my hands in mock surrender. "I don't want no plex with you, my nigga. I am trying to see what's up though," I rub my chin and bite my bottom lip.

"I know," he smirks. "Where you even come from? Out of nowhere you just pop up and I see you everywhere."

"We can talk another time," I walk closer to him. "You know we on borrowed time so let's get to it." I kiss down his neck. "What you told your nigga to keep him out of here?" I rub my hands under his shirt slowly.

"I didn't have to tell him nothing." He moans a little. "He on work detail."

"Oh so you in here being bad, huh?" I lick from his neck to his ear, pulling the lobe in between my teeth with my tongue. "You ain't tell him nothing about me at all?" I pull my face away to look him in his eyes

"Hell no," he begins grind his hardness against me. "I'm not trying to die. You not that damn fine."

I just smirk, "say less, lil man." I smack his ass. "Turn that ass around and let me see what it do." He smirks and does as told. "Damn nigga." I smack his ass and rub it.

"I know it's fat nigga," he says cockily. "You gonna be able to handle it though?"

"That's your way of asking to see my dick?"

"If I wanted to see it, I would have just pulled it out."

"I don't think that's true, you ain't pulled it out yet."

Instead of a verbal reply, he drops to his knees in front of me and looks up at me. I immediately put my hands behind my back. He curls his fingers under the elastic band of my boxers and pants and pulls it down slowly. As he pulls it down, his eyes start to get big. When my dick is all the way out, he lets go of my clothes.