Fiending for His Love (10 page)

“Then show me the money,” Candy huffed. “I don’t do nothing until I get my money up front.”

At the next red light the guy went into his pockets and pulled the money out.

Frowning, Candy counted the money and placed it in her bra. “Pull over in the nearest parking lot,” she instructed. All she could think about was loud music, fine niggas, and hella drinks. She couldn't remember the last time she had stepped out into somebody’s club and tonight she had an urge to go out and live life just a little.

The white guy sensed Candy’s attitude. It didn’t do anything to him but turn him on even more. In fact, he loved naughty little black girls; the naughtier for him the better. They pulled over into a dark, empty parking lot. Candy tossed him a condom and began lifting her skirt up in the air before sliding her thong to the side. Her mind had been made up. She wasn’t sucking his ass off no matter how much he paid her to do so.

“Wait… ain’t you going to suck?” he questioned.

“Hell no!” Candy snapped. She couldn't digest the fact of her moving his belly to the side which would make her consume even more of the foul odor that she was trying her hardest not to smell.

“Well at least get it hard,” he replied while grabbing Candy’s hand.

Candy snatched her hand away. “No. Let’s fuck and get it over with. I got places to be,” she huffed.

“Please Mommy. I will be a good boy, Mommy. Please.” The white man began to cry.

“I know this fat motherfucker ain’t calling me Mommy or fucking crying,
she thought.
This fucking fat sucker.”
Candy turned around to see that the man was balled up into a fetal position. It didn’t seem possible in the tight space but it was so. Seeing him crying creeped the hell out of Candy. Her instincts told her to get the hell out of there because something was wrong with the creep that sat next to her crying like a child.

The man’ name was Greg. He also went by the names Peter, Jim, Tom and many more. He had a multiple personality disorder, was bipolar, and also suffered from depression just to name a few of his mental illnesses. His mother and father had molested him ever since he could remember.

Candy reached for the door handle and noticed there wasn’t one. The man had a weird look on his face and began moving in closer to Candy.

“Back the fuck away,” Candy, threaten. She cursed herself out mentally for not bringing her .22. Planning on going to the club, she didn’t bring it because she knew that she couldn’t take it inside.

Candy began to panic. She began kicking the passenger window. Trying to break it out.

Greg grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed her face into the dashboard.

Three of her front teeth instantly fell out. He already had his little pink pecker out and it was saluting. He shoved Candy’s head between his legs, forcing her to wrap her lips around his protruding penis.

With the teeth Candy had let in her mouth she bit down on his penis.

“Ahhh! Mommy, it hurts! It hurts,” Greg cried.

A mixture of snot and tears leaked into Candy mouth. Blood seeped down her face. Her head hurt so bad that she thought her brain was about to jump out of her head and run away.

Greg grabbed Candy by her head again and it into the dashboard once more. “Now Mommy, do it right and I promise I will be a good boy.” Greg smiled.

The odor was unbearable. Candy vomited all over his penis.

“Uh-oh Mommy, you made a boo-boo. So did I.” Greg lifted up and resting inside of his pants was a pile of shit.

He began to slide his pants off and shit flew everywhere. Candy’s eyes damn near popped out of her head when she finally took a look at his shit-stained penis. Golden showers were something that she didn’t specialize in. She always turned down her freaky customers who wanted to be pissed or shitted on and gave them to one of the other girls. She had no desire to do that sort of nasty stuff to men and never wanted it done to her. Most importantly, she sure as hell didn't want to be shitted on!

“Please,” Candy cried.

Greg began ripping at Candy’s little tank top. He ripped it completely off and her breasts flew out of the shirt. Greg grabbed her right nipple, twisting and turning it so hard that Candy burst out in even more tears. She swore her nipple had fallen off. Greg reached into the pocket of his door and pulled out a Bic lighter. He flicked it and placed the fire onto Candy nipples.

“AHHHHHH!” Candy cried out in agony.

The cry was so loud and hurtful that it burned Greg’s ears, but he wasn’t the least sympathetic. He began biting her chest, leaving bite marks all over her upper torso. Candy threw her head back and slammed it into Greg face. The forceful head butt instantly broke Greg’s nose.

Candy had her life to fight for. No matter what she was going to make it home to her daughter and that was a promise. She kicked Greg in his face with the heel of her stiletto terribly cutting deep into his skin. The cheap heels were doing damage to his pale face.

Greg reached down. Digging in the side door compartment, he retrieved his taser. He quickly tased Candy and her body shook violently. She began to vomit and her bowels released themselves.

“Sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to,” Greg cried.

The taser had Candy out for a minute or so. When she regained consciousness, Greg had her bent over and was ramming his little pecker in her ass. Candy’s nails tore at the seats. She searched around to try to find something to beat Greg over the head with.

BANG! BANG!

“Hey you! Get out my parking lot.” An Asian man banged on the driver side window.

“Help me! Help me! Call the police!” Candy yelled at top of her lungs.

The Asian man looked at Greg and then at Candy. Seeing the blood on her forehead he instantly knew something was wrong. He began backing up. Greg climbed off of Candy and slung the passenger door open. It was a very stupid move. There was no way his fat ass could catch up with the Asian man and his tiny little legs.

Candy’s eyes quickly searched the parking lot. It was either make a run for it or lock herself into the truck and call for help. She gawked down at the keys that were stuck in the ignition. She closed the passenger door shut and locked all the doors. The engine to the Dodge Ram roared.

Greg ran back to the truck. “Mommy, please don’t leave me!” he pleaded with a face full of tears.

“Burn in hell you sick motherfucker.” Candy shifted the gear into neutral. The truck floated, going approximately two miles per hour. Candy played with the gears trying to figure out how to put the truck into drive. The only driving experience she had was back in the day on her Nintendo game system. She had never been behind a wheel before.

Candy gazed down at the black leather wallet that rested of the floor. Quickly picking it up, she grabbed the bundle of hundred dollar bills that was in it and threw the wallet back on the floor.

Greg ran on the side of the truck. He banged his hands through the window, bursting out the window. He grabbed a head full of Candy’s hair as he tried to yank her out the truck. “You black nigger bitch! You trying to steal my fucking truck!” he screamed. He had now turned into Paul, his evil racist white man persona.

Candy stared into his evil eyes. She didn’t have time for this man craziness. The truck was now in drive. She pressed her right foot against the gas pedal and the truck went full speed,

Running out into oncoming traffic with Greg hanging from the side. An 18-wheeler going past the speed limit rammed right into the two of them. Damn near every bone in Greg’s body was broken. He died instantly.

“Someone call 911! I think this girl is alive!” someone yelled.

~Chapter 8~

A month later…

Candy had been released from the hospital a little over two weeks ago. Her only remaining injury was a broken arm. It rested in a sling and in a matter of a few weeks she would be back to her normal duties. But a broken arm didn’t stop her flow at all. She was still paper chasing for Blaze like the true bonafied hoe she was. Poor Greg hadn’t made it, but it didn’t matter because he deserved everything he got. After a police investigation and with the Asian man a witness, Candy wasn’t charged with nothing. In society’s eyes she was a young girl who had gotten a ride home from the wrong nut case.

Blaze was at his house on the outskirts of Orlando. None of his girls had ever been to his house and none of them even knew how large their daddy was really living. Blaze was doing it up hands down thanks to his hoes. His five bedroom mini mansion rested right on the set of one of Orlando’s mini beaches. It was Blaze’s beach if you asked him. Palms trees circled the entire house. The sand was nice, tan, and pretty. Every time Blaze would walk out into his backyard he was smacked in his face with the beach’s breeze. The soft sand would soak between his toes.

His home was where all of his peace and quiet existed. No bickering hoes and no pimps around pimping on hoes. No drama at all; just peace and quiet where he could actually have peace of mind.

He walked around his house with nothing on but flawless skin, which was half way covered by his long, black house robe. In the right corner of the robe the letter B was engraved. On top of the letter B rested a crown that was suited for a king. King Blaze was the meaning of the duo.

Blaze hummed some tunes to himself as he walked to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of Moet champagne. He then walked out onto his open patio where his Jacuzzi awaited him. The sun was gorgeously setting. From far away it looked as if the sun was resting right on top of the beach. The sound of the water making love was soothing to his ears. The fresh scent of the palm trees ran up his nostrils. He inhaled and then exhaled. “This is life,” he said to himself.

He dipped his index finger in the scorching water, damn near burning his finger off. It was nothing to Blaze because he loved very hot things. He turned the water off. After pouring himself a full glass of champagne he dropped his robe and eased into the Jacuzzi. His skin instantly turned red from the extremely hot water and his muscles tensely began to relax.

Blaze sipped on the champagne as his mind wondered off to a much better place; a place where he found himself chasing a beautiful exotic woman. The woman was a square to his life, but it didn’t matter because a square was what he wanted; a female who knew nothing about hoeing and pimping…a female who lived a much different life and who could possibly change him for the better.

He enjoyed his job as a pimp now, but he soon wanted something much better, something he always craved. Which was a good woman at his side. His own businesses. And to top it off a family. A child of his own was something that he craved. Money was his kryptonite, but it was something that he knew he had to make enough of now so that he would never want for anything during the remainder his lifetime.

In his mind, he chased the mysterious woman through the exotic woods of Africa. She was everything that he wanted and then some more. Beauty had to be her name, she was so gorgeous and her skin was a flawless honey like color. Her eyes were glorifying and her body was to die for. Her full thick lips stuck out like a sore thumb, they were the type of lips that people would pay a fortune for, the kind people would make surgeons in America rich while trying to obtain. They were the kind that was so kissable that you could taste the Mac lip-gloss that coated them before you actually tasted them. They were kind that you wanted to suck on all night; the kind that turned kissing into a passionate session of pure lovemaking.

Blaze followed her deeper and deeper into the woods. One thing that he feared in life was getting lost. But it didn't matter to him if he got lost in these never-ending woods because he was going to be lost with the person who he loved, the person whose name he had yet to know. Her unspoken beauty had him head over heels. Nothing mattered in the world at that moment but him and her.

In his mind, Blaze finally captured her and grabbed her by her arm. Her skin was so soft and felt so rich. Blaze gazed into her eyes and she stared back into his. Her staring gave him butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He moved in closer to her and began to plant soft loveable kisses all of her full, thick lips. The last time he kissed a girl passionately he was only 15 years old and he was just experimenting. This kiss meant something to him; it had a significant feeling.

One thing led to another and Blaze was exploring her outer body, ready to experience a taste of her heaven.

“What the fuck! Tina, get the heck off of me you crazy old lady!”

Blaze and Tina had been fore playing and rolling around in the sand for a little over ten minutes now. Once Tina felt Blaze’s bulging package, she was ready to explode. She was old, but her hormones and her sex drive were outrageous!

Blaze quickly scanned the private beach. Not a soul was in sight. He took a second glance at Tina and the beauty that he was chasing in the woods in his daydream reappeared to him.

He took Tina’s head and guided her to his manhood. From there Tina took care of him just as she took care of her husband. She was married to a 35-year-old rich man.

“Ooooh,” Blaze moaned, releasing himself into Tina’s awaiting mouth. Blaze opened his eyes and damn near threw up.

Tina’s white, old, wrinkly ass stared at him with a mouth full of his semen. “Mmmm.” Tina wiped her mouth.