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Thugs are for Fun 3 Excerpt #2
He knew she loved it when he just “took” it. All he needed was a slight cue from her that she was interested, and it was on. He pushed her into the shower stall and shut it closed behind them. He knew that she was going to be pissed about getting her hair wet, but she would get over it after one good bang-out. He bent her over towards the back of the stall and told her to grab the ledge. She protested weakly, but did as she was told. He grabbed her ass tightly and rammed himself inside. Jacy shouted out, loud enough for the neighbors to hear if they were home. Rich pumped her full of his manhood for what seemed like an eternity for Jacy in that position just like she liked it—fast and hard. She shouted in pain for a few moments, but was soon in ecstasy once he found her spot. It was all good. She felt herself about to come, a phenomenon that had only started happening after they wed. Maybe it was the fact that she knew that she was in love with this man, and they had made it official—whatever it was Rich was rocking her world in the bedroom. He might have gone legit business-wise, but he was still all thug when it came to getting it in.
“Rich baby, I’m about to come. Oh yes baby, get that pussy!” Jacy talked dirty to him, making him weak.
When Rich felt her shaking and breaking out in fits of involuntary compulsions, he knew that she had come and went in as far as he could go before letting loose himself. He groaned in pleasure as he felt the contractions hitting him in waves.
“Oooo. Yes,” Rich exclaimed after they both became limp. He still held her up and stayed inside of her for as long as she would allow. He was desperate to get Jacy pregnant, even though he knew she was doubling up on birth control and never missed a day. She had even resisted letting go of condoms until he had to level with her.
“Okay Rich, come on, let me up,” Jacy finally said upon recovering from the wonderful feeling that had just shot through her limbs. “I know what you are trying to do, sucka. You ain’t foolin’ nobody.”
“What?” Rich played stupid as he let her up. Jacy turned around and came face to face with a devilish smirk. She pecked him on the lips.
“You know what. Rich, I’m not trying to get pregnant man,” Jacy said as she walked around him and started showering. “Give me like two years before thinking about that stuff.”
“Two years! Oh hell no,” Rich protested. “I want a baby this year.”
Jacy just ignored him and kept showering. She changed the subject instead.
“Look at what you did, now I have to take another two hours to dry my hair,” Jacy said playfully.
“Awww, don’t be complaining now. Here let me get your back.”
When Rich left the house after trying two more times to get another round in, Jacy sat down at her desk and waited for her hair to dry so that she could flat iron it. It was a good thing she had just had a fresh relaxer, or else she would have really been in trouble that day. Muffy sauntered up to where she was seated at her desk and meowed quietly to say that she wanted some love. Jacy moved back a little and let her beloved cat jump up on her lap for a petting session. She let Muffy stay there while she worked.
“Let’s see. I got an appointment at 12…I can push that back to one…” she spoke to herself, trying to get prepared for her day. “Oh crap, I forgot to call Jim back this morning.”
She picked up the phone hoping to get in touch with Jim, her new part-time partner. They went in on larger real estate deals in the Philadelphia area. She found the financing, he found the buyer and oversaw any contractor work. They had already overseen about seven successful closings, so she didn’t hesitate to jump on an opportunity when he called. He had left a message for her the evening before concerning a property in the Northern Liberties that was selling for dirt cheap considering the area. They would need to have it fixed up with an investment of about $7,500. That was definitely doable.
By that time Jacy was wheeling and dealing in Philly real estate. She made modest profits off of each deal that left her with a yearly salary of about $65,000—almost twice what she was making at her old job at Summit Financial. Rich saw what she was doing, and was planning on making an investment in her business that year that would double her profits. If she kept rolling with Jim she would surely see at least a 25% increase in her bottomline.
Jim wasn’t answering, so she just left him a message. Jacy was surprised that Rich didn’t have a problem with the 31-year-old Jim working with his woman, but she guessed it was because Jim wasn’t attractive in the least. He was skinny and crackish looking with bad blotchy brown skin, despite the fact that he ate well and made plenty of money. He was super smart and had a great eye for a money-making property. Rich had met Jim, spoke with him man to man, and let him know without even having to say a word that he had better stay in his place with Jacy. Jim kept all of his conversations with Jacy 100% professional after that, without so much as a “what a nice day it is!” when they spoke.
Jacy called and moved back her 12 o’clock appointment with a real estate agent looking to unload a “fixer-upper,” then updated her pipeline. She decided that after her one o’clock meeting she would go check on the progress of a property down in South Philly that she was working on solo. She had finally assembled a fix-up team that she could depend on a majority of the time. They showed up at the properties to work when they said they would, maybe an hour or so late, but they showed nonetheless, and they did decent work. They never gave her any surprises on her invoices unless it was something that absolutely couldn’t be avoided, such as a wall buckling, and they would give her the respect of a phone call before doing anything about it.
Recently, Jacy had been getting industry information that there were potential problems in the real estate industry that could cause a problem for investors like herself. She was putting her money up for a rainy day, and looking into other investments. The money Rich made from his store at that point was enough to cover all of their bills and then some. She wasn’t worried—just very thankful that she had gained a partner in life to deal with any hard times that could come. She had never had that type of security or a fallback plan before.
Jacy went to find her ceramic flat iron to fix her hair before leaving the house, and set out a nice casual outfit of peddle pusher jeans, a long blouse, and high-heeled sandals for the day. Jacy always wore a long shirt to cover her behind on a day she was going to see her contractors. They were still men after all.
When she stepped outside she breathed in the warm, clean air of Upper Darby and chirped her car. The good old Mitsubishi Eclipse was still right there. Rich had tried to get her to trade it in for a bigger and “better” model—like the new Navigator Rich had bought for himself—but Jacy refused. She just fixed her baby up and made it run like it just came off the assembly line. That car had been down with her since her college days—she wasn’t about to abandon it for some new shit.
Just as she settled into the driver’s seat her cellphone started going off and she hoped it was Jim. She wanted to get this next deal with him started right away.
“Hey Jim!” she sang, happy that she could get one thing off of her list for the day.
“Hey what’s up Jacy, I just got your message. I got a big one on my list of things to do, and I wanted to see if you want to get in on it,” he said, sounding clear as day. Jacy figured that he must have been in his office.
“You know I do, tell me about it,” Jacy said as she pulled out of her driveway one-handed.
“Well, it’s down on Brown and 7th, prime location. You know with the gentrification going on down there. They’re asking 100K, but I’m telling you, we fix it up and this property could go for 200 easy.”
“What? Why are they selling it so cheap then? It’s got to be something really wrong with it?”
“Not really. Like I said, I saw about seven or ten thousand in repairs. It’s probably just the area, it’s still changing. Still a pretty rough area but there a lot of new people moving in. We may have to hold onto it for a few months.”
“Okay. Well, when can I come see it?” Jacy wanted to know. Her ears had perked at the possibility of a 100K profit. She usually didn’t see deals with that kind of profit potential.
“Today. Can you meet me down there at like 5?”
“Uhhh. Yea, I guess. I have a lot going on today. I have my self-defense class at seven. I will call you when I’m nearby.”
“Great. I’ll see you then.”
Jacy started dancing in her seat when she hung up the phone. She saw dollar signs that could allow her to relax for months before jumping on another deal. She couldn’t wait to tell Rich when he got home.
Chapter 2
Timbo turned his car sharply onto Market Street. He had to maneuver around the construction under the El train tracks that had still sat unfinished since they began over five years before. He pulled into a spot as close to the sports bar on 56th street as he could get. The front of his car grille almost grazed the construction fence.
He leaned forward to turn off the car and then sat back, stone silent for a few moments. He thought about the fact that he barely had $100 in his pocket at that moment, and was about to meet with this fine new college honey he had met in passing for a date at the bar. She was probably inside waiting for him.
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