Macy POV
"Yo, your rough ass need to be careful cause if you fuck my feet up I will fuck your lil ass up." Money spoke as if he was annoyed, tuh. I'll be the only annoyed person around this bitch.
I ignored his ass and dropped his ugly ass foot back in the water and looked at him waiting for him to put the right one up. Smirking he waited to see if I would ask him to put it up there, I assumed. He had me fucked up if he thought I was asking his ass anything, so I smirked right back.
Amusingly, he said "You gone keep looking at me or do your fucking job?"
"Neither, I'll wait for your rude ass to leave."
"You'll be waiting for fucking forever then. I came here for a reason, and I ain't leaving until I receive what I came for."
God, give me the strength to finish and get him out of here. I silently prayed to myself.
Deciding that the quicker I move the quicker he can leave I grabbed his other foot and proceeded to finish. "What made your ass want to open a nail shop?" God why does he keep talking to me.
"Growing up I was always into nails and art so I mixed the two and now here we are. Stop talking to me now."
"That's dope, guess yo lil country ass actually have something going for yourself." He replied, totally ignoring my request for him to stop talking to me.
Offended a little, I replied "And what the fuck exactly is that suppose to mean?" Money burst out laughing. Confused as to what seemed to be so fucking funny I raised my eyebrow and waited for him to inform me.
"Yo, you just country ass shit. I can't take your hillbilly ass serious. I wasn't trying to offend you baby, its just good to see you doing something that you enjoy doing as an african-american male it's good to see an african-american female not being a statistic."
"Yeah, says the nigga who can barely say a word straight thanks to that fucked up NOLA accent in you."
"I can send this dick straight in you though."
My ass would let you too.
"Anyways, thank you Money for the half ass compliment you gave me. I didn't know you cared so much." I said while wrapping his legs up in the warm towels.
"I don't." he said while shrugging his shoulders.
"Asshole."
"You like this asshole though, so what's really good?"
Applying lotion to his legs and feet I replied, "My man dick."
Once again this goofy ass nigga burst out laughing.
"What the fuck is so funny?"
"Your ass, talking about a man. Knowing damn well you don't have one."
"What gives you that impression?"
"The ones I left on your ass, neither time you mentioned a man. If you did have one his ass became irrelevant as soon I told yo nosey ass to stop staring at me this morning."
"I'm finished, so this conversation is as well. Thank you for your services, Money that'll be $35 plus an extra charge of $20 cause your ugly ass wouldn't stop talking to me." I told his ass while smiling sweetly.
Money just looked at me, then he pulled a stack out and handed it to me. A FUCKING STACK OF NOTHING BUT $100 BILLS!
"You and I both know a nigga far from ugly, one look at me and yo ass got wet. Thanks for the services Macy, wit yo country ass. I appreciate it so keep that shit as a token of thanks. Now you're going to give me your fucking number and i'm going to call you and whenever I call, you only have one fucking option- answer. We're going to go on a fucking date, and you will be calling me daddy by the end of the date night."
Shit, ok daddy I thought in my mind. Whatever you want.
Shocked, not expecting that nigga to come so straight-forward I thought before I spoke. "Thanks Money, but no thanks. I'm single and prefer to stay that way."
"I didn't ask what the fuck yo ass preferred, I told you to give me your fucking number. Now what is the damn number?"
"205-741-9045" I couldn't even deny how sexy that shit was, still didn't mean I had to answer for his ass though.
"You're finally realizing whatever the fuck daddy says goes. Now come give me a hug and walk me to the door so I can leave. Like I said already- when I call I expect a fucking answer. Don't answer and thats your ass." He was smiling but his tone didn't match it so my ass would definitely answer that call.
Trying to lightly hug him so he could go, I was about to speak my mind as he brought me closer to him. I saw Caella walk in through my peripheral vision and this bitch goes "Oh Shit bestfriendddddd, okay so much for you ain't fucking with Money, hmph." She said with wide eyes she turned around laughing and walked out before I could scold her for that shit. She knew what the fuck she was doing.
"So you not fucking with me?" Money said smirking and pulling me closer to him by my belt loops in these shorts. "Yo, you smell good as fuck man."
Yeah nigga I know.
"Nigga, I don't even know your real fucking name. I don't know your occupation, but I have a good idea of what it might be. I also told you I would prefer to stay single, you're wasting your time." I explained trying to step back. Yanking me right back to him Money spoke "Mekhi. That's my name. I don't waste time, and I told you I don't give a fuck about what you prefer. I prefer for you to just sit on my face and ride my tongue until you cum but you'd rather speak this irrelevant shit. Where you think I work baby?" My clit thumped on instant at the thought his tongue on it.
Deciding to get confirmation on something I already knew I asked him straight-forward "You sell drugs Mekhi?"
"Do I look like a selling drugs ass nigga?" he asked lightly smirking slidding his hands from my back and landing on my ass he looked at me like he wish I would say some.
"Why answer my question with another one? You know what come on. Let me walk you out."
Trying to once again step out of his embrace he wouldn't let me. Instead he told me to turn around and lead the way. Realizing what he was trying to do I just turned around and started walking. Money walked right behind me- close enough that I could feel his dick-print on my damn ass.
Before I could open the door Money leaned down and kissed right below my ear.
Shit. His lips were so fucking soft. Jesus.
"Expect my fucking call, you have a nice night Macy." he said running his tongue over his lips, looking me up and down, then he smirked and moved me to the side so he could walk out.
"Yo-you have a nice night too Mekhi." Shit I fucking almost stuttered. I hope his cocky ass didn't catch on. He gave me a knowing look then smiled and left.
Damn. I most definitely will be looking forward to that damn call.
*Macy in Multimedia.*
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