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“Nah, I never tried that shit,” Red said while examining the green and white pills.
“Okay then—”
“But I heard they’ll have your dick hard for like two hours straight,” Red said with a smirk.
“Nigga what?” Low chimed in excitedly, grabbing his crotch. Then he continued. “These pills is the truth! Fucking have your meat hard like Rottweiler!” he laughed.
“Huh…?”
“Yeah nigga, been fucking for like two hours, and my dick’s still hard as fuck right now! The shit just won’t go down. Plus, the bitch was crushing these shits all in the weed, and shit. Man, I’m high as fuck, bro. I can’t wait ‘til you drop me off. I’m heading straight back to the telly to tear that pussy up some more.”
Laughing, Red shook his head, and said, “Nigga, now I know why this weed taste funny. Shit, I got this bad one lined up tonight waiting to get blessed too.”
“A’ight, I’m telling ya bro. Pop one of these babies, and then go see that broad. You’ll see… Matter of fact, pop two,” Low said, handing Red a second pill then he continued. “I’m ‘bout to pop these two myself.”
Red eyed the two ecstasy pills skeptically then he said, “Really…?
“Yes nigga.”
“C’mon you know me. I ain’t into all this extra shit like some of y’all old-heads. No disrespect. But I don’t fuck with coke and—”
“I know you only fuck with weed, and liquor to get right, but you gotta take a chance on this shit right here.”
The thought of fucking Lovely’s brains out for hours on end without losing his erection made things seem quite enticing. Nodding his head, Red said, “A’ight, fuck it. I’m a fuck the dog shit outta this bitch.”
He purposely left out Lovely’s name. Instead, reaching around the backseat, Red retrieved a bottle of Haitian rum that he was drinking earlier. Placing it in his lap, he took a toke on the weed, lowered his driver’s side window, and tossed out the roach. Then he swallowed both pills, lifted the bottle of rum to his mouth, and with one swig, washed them down.
“Damn nigga, I passed you my blunt, and your young-ass smoked that whole shit,” Low said, realizing the weed was all gone.
“My bad, Low…”
Shaking his head, Low dropped the ecstasy pills into his own mouth, and got the rum in Red’s hand. After swallowing he said, “Back in the day it was puff, puff, pass…”
They both laughed, and Low took another gulp of liquor, and his face wrinkled when the liquor burned his throat on its way down.
“Ah, nigga don’t trip…” Red said.
“This liquor is potent—”
“Yeah, this stripper bitch I be fucking with her parents just got back from Haiti. Look at the backseat. I got twenty more cases of Barbancourt Haitian Rum at the crib. Nigga, that’s enough juice to keep a nigga drunk till next summer.”
“Be careful with this shit,” Low said, taking another gulp.
Red took the bottle back, took another gulp, and asked, “How long it’s gonna take these pills to kick in?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll feel it soon.”
It was now 3 a.m. They were travelling for seventeen minutes, and Red could feel the ecstasy creeping on him. The car’s sound system blasted Bone Thugs and Harmony. Highway I-85 was virtually empty. Red was doing a hundred and eighty miles per hour entering the city of Columbus where Low’s stash-house was located.
The smooth ecstatic effect the pills gave Red, mixed with the flowing beats of the music left him in an excellent mind frame. His Kool-Aid smile was accented by occasional chuckles as he listened to Low’s ranting about his sexcapade with the freak at the Hotel. Low was filled with animation while telling his story complete with details, leaving no room for imagination.
“Nigga, I stick my tongue in the bitch ass and toss her salad a lil’ bit to get her loose, and ready. Once I replaced my tongue with this meat! Man look-a here! Whoever was hitting her off before me must’ve not been packing. Cause once I stuck this Anaconda in that tight ass, the bitch started screaming hysterically like she never took it in the ass before…”
Red threw his head back in laughter, but all he could think about was how he planned to punish Lovely later on.
“Man, you’s a straight up freak, Low. Word up!” Red chuckled, shaking his head.
“Nigga, I’m soo old school,” Low retorted.
Then he lifted the bottle of Haitian Rum to his mouth, and guzzled down about a half pint of liquor in one gulp. The Rum went down much smoother this time, but still caused Low to blow out air, and squint his eyes.
“Be easy with that hundred proof shit, my nigga,” Red cautioned.
Licking his lips, and smiling, Red said, “Ain’t no shame in ma-my… game.”
The Rum left him feeling woozy, and the ecstasy had kicked in, heightening Low’s drunkenness. In a span of five hours, he had popped four double-stacked pills, and was rolling something serious.
“A’ight, but take it easy anyway, old-school nigga,” Red chirped.
“Shit, nigga y’all new jacks gotta start eating more pussy, and licking a lil’ more ass. Might grow some hair on your chest, lil’ nigga. Fucking with these young girls ain’t gon’ cut it,” Low said, taking another gulp of the rum before continuing. “They don’t even know how to clean themselves right yet. Might fuck around, and get a piece of turd on ya tongue. You need to find a woman about my age. You know thirty-six through forty, and let her throw dat grown woman pussy on ya. Ya might learn a thing, or two. Bet’cha won’t be thinking I’m such a freak then.”
Red smiled, thinking about diving into Lovely’s pussy tonight, face first, made Red want to hear more of Low’s tale.
“Nigga, you such a boss. You ain’t have that ho’ suck you off?”
“Lil’ nigga, raise your hand when you address a boss!” Low jokingly sneered.
“A’ight…”
“Nigga, soon as I busted off, I took the dick out the bitch’s ass, and stuck it in her mouth. And ooh-wee! That girl can suck some dick. She’s a certified pro. Plus, a nigga was rolling on these pills. Shit, she sucked a nigga off soo decent… I started getting emotional. Damn near got teary eyed by the time she was done. On every-thang!”
“Fool, you crazy!” Red shouted, throwing back his head in laughter.
“I’m saying porn star quality…”
“Shit…if the head that good you might as well let ya lil’ homie get in on the action,” Red said with a wide grin.
“Shit, I fuck ’em. I don’t love ’em,” Low said with a shrug.
“I can’t tell. Earlier I was try’na come up there to see what you working with. You acting like Captain-Save-A-Ho or some shit. Matter of fact, what’s the bitch’s name? Cause I done had me a few stallions ‘round here. I might’ve done fucked the broad already, and you over here try’na cuff that,” Red boastfully smiled.
“Ma-a-a-n, I’m so fucked up right now,” Low smiled, taking another sip off the bottle. Then he continued. “I think she said her name was…Carmen…something like Karma, but she wasn’t Spanish or anything. She looked kind a Haitian. Shit, wouldn’t remember the bitches name if my life depended on it,” Low