Hundreds On Dat A$$

Chapter Three

I was told the true definition of a man
Was to never cry
Work til your tired
Got to provide
Always be the rock for my fam
Protect them by all means
And give you the things that you need
Baby

I sing and sway along with Musiq Soulchild as I cooked my breakfast to start off my day. I flipped the last piece of fried tilapia, before putting it on a piece of paper towel, to relieve it from all of the sizzling oil. I then put some white american cheese inside of my grits and eggs, to complete my breakfast. I grabbed a plate from the cabinet and piled the food on it getting ready to chow down.

Even though I live by myself I always cook a whole entire meal. I love to eat, these curves don't come from outta nowhere. I took a sip of my Welch's apple juice as I finished my first piece of fish. I scrolled down my Instagram feed, stopping on a picture posted by one of my followers. It was a picture of Mr. Hundreds.

I begin to study the picture from his eyes, down his chin, to his strong jaw line, to his strong arms, wrapped around the shoulder of another bitch. Although she was a very beautiful girl, my jealousy let me convince myself that she was ugly.

I began thinking to myself why was he with her instead of being here with me eating this breakfast. Even though it shouldn't have, my entire mood changed and I begin to feel insecure. I thought back to the days where I was a scrawny broad, who couldn't find a curve on my body to save my life. The girl who believed that she was gay because she stared at the titties and asses of other girls because she didn't have any. The girl who got picked on because she was a late bloomer.

All of the bullying and insecurities made me the bitch I am today. All of those bitches back in school, who made fun of me, man be there at the club, waitin to get a good look at this body and spend all their food and bill money on me. Who's the laughing bitch now? Cause I know that I'm going to eat regardless.

I don't even know why I'm sitting here stressing. I barely know this man from a can of paint. I don't even know his name. But one thing I do know is that he enjoys the sight of this pussy and that he loves spending his money on it and that he's a sexy piece of chocolate, who I wouldn't think twice about bustin it open fo. I chuckled to myself.

Not all strippers are hoes. Some of us actually have a certain drive of ambition where we do anything we can to be successful. In my case it's helping me pay for my education. I always wanted to be an interior designer. I'd decorated my own home, I've done a few venues along with some parties but I wanted to be main stream. My favorite parties to do were children's parties. I have a special love for children and plan on having my own after I'm done getting what I need done.

I set my phone down on the table as I got up and grabbed my plate taking it to the sink and rinsing it off before placing it in the dishwasher. I'd start the load later after I get back home from my errands.

I snatched up my phone, jogging to and up the steps to my room. I stripped from all of my clothing and tied my hair in a knot on top of my head and turned on the shower. I let it warm up before stepping in and relaxing under the hot beads of water, spraying from the shower head onto my soft skin. I grabbed my wash sponge, dousing it in peach scented bath and body works shower gel.

I started at my neck scrubbing down to my shoulders underarms and beneath my breast. Making my way between my legs, I swiftly moved the sponge in a back and forth rhythm. The sensation of the motion and the heat of the steam began to arouse me. My washing became more intimate than it was meant to be. I removed the sponge and replaced it with my middle and ring finger. I began to circle on my clit, breathing out a sigh of pleasure.

In my mind, I pictured that my fingers were those of Mr. Hundreds and that my hand was his giving me pleasure. After a while, I began to whimper from the buildup of the cream, waiting to escape from my pussy lips. My strokes from my right hand began to accelerate as my left hand pulled and twisted my left nipple. A few seconds later. I was squealing as the warm nectar escaped from my pussy, some dripping onto my fingers.

I put my fingers to my mouth, tasting myself and learning why I always had Eric yearning for more. My juices were sweet and tasted close to the juices of a red delicious apple. I almost wanted to finger myself again just to taste some more, but I decided that I should rewash and exit the shower before I became wrinkly.

I washed again, this time without arousing myself, and stepped out of the shower. After wrapping myself in one of my plush green towels, with my name embroidered on it in white, I made my way to my room, in search of an outfit for today.

I settled on a fitted red crop top, with a white Boston Red Sox jersey, with Red Sox written in red. I paired it with some acid washed distressed-shorts that cupped my ass perfectly, and some all white Air Force 1s. I applied some eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes pop and some red lipstick to compliment my outfit. I added a chunky gold necklace on my neck and three gold bangles that matched my gold hoops in my ears.

After switching my bag and grabbing my charger, phone and keys I then made my way down the stairs of my house and out the front door, locking it behind me. I made my way to my black on black 2015 Cadillac Escalade, deciding to give my candy apple a break.

Hopping on the express way, I made my way to the west side of Atlanta where everything was bigger and better especially the malls.

Entering Pierre Mall's parking lot, I find a nice spot in an area shielded by the blazing sun and park my big boy there. Pulling down my competent mirror, I took another look at myself and didn't feel the need to have to reapply anything so I grabbed my purse and exited my car making sure to lock the doors.

Walking into the mall, the cool temperature relieved my legs and face from the outside heat. Making my way in the direction to Mac, I took a trip up the escalator and walked into the store.

The first thing that catches my eye is a deep red, almost burgundy, lipstick. It was a definite must have so I grabbed it along with a few other colors. Also grabbing some concealer and new eye shadows and contouring supplies I made my way to the register.

Not really in the mood to make conversation with the cashier, I just nodded and giggled along to what she said not adding any input. After thanking the overly energetic woman, I grabbed my bag and exited the store eager to go into Victoria's Secret.

I definitely needed some new underwater and lingerie to wear to work.. Grabbing up everything cute, I again made my way to the cashier and this time the lady wasn't as pushy or talkative beside informing me on some store information. Appreciative of her information I also thanked her and exited the store..

I went into about three more stores before I made my way to Tommy Hilfiger. I loved the boys underwear that I wear to bed. Collecting a few different colors, I held them up in the air to get a better look at the drawers.   

"Shopping for your boyfriend?" I heard a deep voice behind me ask.

Not turning around nor interested at all in his question or his reasoning for speaking to me, I replied back harshly.

"Why does it matter, I ain't shopping for you."

He chuckled and I felt that he took a few steps closer to where he was directly behind me, too close for comfort . My natural reaction was to turn around and clock him and that's exactly what I did.

Getting a better look at him, I recognized him as Mr. Hundreds. Utterly shocked I covered my hands, that I just assaulted him with, over my mouth and my eyes bulked the size of tennis balls.