RIPPED & READY (S2/PART 52)

RIPPED & READY (S2)

Excerpt from 51 thru 60 posting (The final post from Season 2)

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RIPPED & READY (S2/PART 52)

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Now don’t think it missed me when NeeNee said that part about her not wanting me to wind up like Peewee’s last little playmate.  You could’ve spanked me and called me toss up because it never dawned on me that a female could create such a heinous act as cutting off a man’s private parts but then, I wasn’t dealing with no amateur either; NeeNee’s handy work was known throughout the neighborhood -- Her reputation proceeded her.  

NeeNee’s mother was a “ho” for all seasons –winter, spring, summer & fall, all a nigga needed was the cash to make the call.  She was the spitting image of her mother, right down to those two-tits-old-biggies… 

Her hour glass had a few more grains of sand in it, but none of the men she hooked up with ever complained.  They called her the female “pincher” because it is said that her pussy could lock onto a dick so tight that it would put a lobster to shame.  You didn’t need any garlic butter to taste all of its succulence because she made sure that you could smack up flip it and rub it down without any extra condiments required (except the one on your tool) – like Wanda said, “I got you,” and she meant it. 

Lock it up tight…

Show ya right!

It didn’t surprise me in the least when I started getting bombarded with threatening text messages from her – I assumed she must’ve gotten my number off of his phone.  I tell you the conversation with her this time made me long for the first one that I had with her; all she did on it was flirt with me once she found out who I was but, apparently, she must’ve gotten wind that PeeWee was feeling me just a tad too much. 

The conversation between Rafael and me went pretty well and I was pleased to see that he was willing to obey my request and stay away from Ella’s house.  I told him that it was okay for her to come over and visit him here, rather than there, but he had to get permission first.  The likely hood that he would be at the house without my mother, Danita, or I there was too real and I did not trust Ella as far as I could throw her.  She was hotter than Fourth of July (Shout out to Stevie Wonder ya’ll) and I didn’t want him shooting off any sparklers inside of her. 

I chuckled to myself reading all of the threats being sent by NeeNee and, knowing that I was playing with fire, I decided to reply to one in particular; the one that told me that she would make sure that my dick wouldn’t make it to the end of the week if I didn’t keep out of her man’s ass. 

Stupid ass bitch, I hadn’t even hit that yet, though by his last hint he wanted me to.  Now, wasn’t that something?  PeeWee wanted me to hit that like a fast ball and you know something, the way I was feeling I just might do it just to say that I did it.  Yea, I could be just as bad as any other cocky ass nigga; wanting that conquest just one time even though I know the consequences might prove to be worse than I bargained for.  

My text read:

My dick hasn’t gotten the pleasure to pleasure that hole yet, however, if you keep on threatening me I might have to hit that donut hole just once and drop a little glaze off into it. 

I hit send and waited for her to respond. 

I waited five minutes…

Ten minutes…

Fifteen minutes…

Huh! I guess old girl must’ve gotten preoccupied. 

I was just about to lay my phone onto the night stand when it started vibrating in my hand.  

I looked down at the screen and saw that it was her response. 

Her text read:

If you think that I don’t know how to deal with you then you’ve mistaken me for the next bitch.  You read this and heed my warning, if you keep on tangling with me, I’ll bite your ass so hard that nobody will ever hear you beg for your life, bitch ass faggot!  I’m NeeNee and if you need me to show you how extra I can get, then you keep on giving it your best shot…nigga!

Now why didn’t I leave it there?  I just couldn’t; she was working the fuck out of my curiosity.  I wanted her to admit to me that she had Lance Livingston killed. 

My reply:

Bitch, next to stupid you look like a fucking twin.  I often wondered how much sense the offspring of a whore had and I guess now I have my answer.  NeeNee, I know that you couldn’t be that dumb of a bitch to think that you can stop a nigga from doing what he wants to do.  Do yourself a favor and accept the fact that you’ll never have him all to yourself…there will always be another nigga or bitch standing in line.  Now take a dildo and fuck yourself good tonight, bee-atch!

“Got-dayum” when the phone started vibrating immediately after I sent her that last message I knew that I had hit that perfect note.  The longer we continued passing text messages back and forth, the more and more I started feeling as if I had really made a mistake tangling with this barracuda. 

Her final text read:

“Dayum” Marco, you really think that you got that much fire in your persona to fuck with a real bitch like me?  Now see, you ain’t nothing but a little fruit roll up to me.  I’ll un-wrap you and chew you into oblivion and shit you out like the latest funk.  Now, the question is, do you really have those balls, or are you just hiding behind technology talking garbage????  Yea, think on that one, nigga!

My final text read:

NeeNee, the question I have for you is; do you really have the chops to chop off a niggas dick?  I never thought I would live to see the day to see pathetic appear in the form of a scared ass little bitch who is so frightened of losing her nigga that she would actually go around picking up behind him.  I wonder how come she doesn’t know that she is only a toss-up to be fucked and put up with? Now you stick that into your pussy and fuck it bitch!

If anybody ever told me years ago that I’d be in the mess I was in now I would’ve never believed it, but the fact remains that I was in it and all I could do was adopt some street wise behaviors and play the muthafucka to end and hope that whichever way the cards fell, they fell in my direction.  

Adios Bitch!