“Can’t you two just, get along?”

“I’m gonna act like you didn’t say that shit negro.” Rashida gave my cheek a rough pinch getting a loud slap to her left buttock in response. My hand lingered groping big greedy handfuls of that halve big enough to be a separate big butt all by itself on a smaller woman.

“Hey, before we do that thing you want us to do; I wanna get in a few minutes of work.” She half turned allowing me to play with the whole thing.

“I don’t care as long as I get your girl; you can do whatever you want, but I’m gonna use you like a worm on a big fucking hook.”

“You gonna go to jail.”

“I ain’t going to no fucking jail; that drinking straw built bitch got too much to lose and she laying up with your cousin right now.”

“I don’t care.”

“But she does; you see her inflated fucking ego got old girl thinking she’s the shit and that’s why I’m gonna make her pop up for these motherfucking hands.”

“You’re gonna go to jail Rashida.”

“Shut up or admit you’re catching feelings dumbass; I’m starting to think you like crazy women fool.”

“Fuck you.”

“Later, now what’re we doing?”

“Your social media bitch; come back into the kitchen and bring your iPhone please.”

She dutifully followed me into the kitchen bringing a nice pair of matching canary yellow spike heels offset with lime green diamond shaped tips. It followed Rashida’s penchant for the light and bright which offset her rich chocolate skin tone in perfect contrast.

She put them on becoming a half inch taller than me as I opened the freezer over the fridge removing a pint of ice cream. Rashida looked puzzled when I handed it to her leaving the door open as I took her phone opening up the camera.

“Oh, I get it daddy.” She was quite intuitive with my creative process when it came to her online presentation.

I walked just out of the kitchen door as Rashida positioned herself behind the open upper fridge door obscuring her noggin. My model turned her back to me rewarding me with a view guaranteed to drive up her followers on social media. I got a few shots including a low camera angle closeup for the new scene I was formulating. This made her badonkadunk look positively gigantic actually casting a shadow over me.

“You really think I’d go to jail for giving her turkey neck a shake?”

“Is that even a question? I mean, you saw how fast she took off after beaning you in the chest with that fucking Slurpee.”

I stood up as Rashida closed the door leaning against the countertop at an angle popping the lid on the pint of ice cream. I captured few dozen shots of her in action using a function on her phone as she retrieved a spoon from the dish rack.

Our symbiosis was perfect with both of us moving like we were of a single mindset as Rashida posed with the spoon stuck in the top of the pint holding it as if she had an endorsement. She stole a few bites as I got another staggering shot of her sixty plus inches of online fame pressed against the countertop in extreme closeup.

“Damn you are a superstar without even trying girl; look at this shot of your cake pressed up against that sink like it’s trying to eat the fucking thing.”

“You’re inspired tonight, huh daddy?” Rashida approved of the zipper bursting shot.

“Enough to get in a quickie scene for my website; if you don’t mind?”

“Well if you got my back legally speaking after I choke that lanky thot, we can do whatever you want.” Rashida hooked a finger in her right bra cup letting a nipple come into view.

“Ain’t no way I’d let you spend a night in fucking jail; fuck, I’ll even call the bails bondsman before you start chunking on Takisha.”

Rashida peeled both cups down letting me get a few shots for an impromptu photoset to be sold through one of her media outlets. She grabbed the waistline of my pants drawing me forward into a passionate kiss that was all too brief.

“You know, shit like this wouldn’t happen if you didn’t give every girl you meet the business; I mean, can’t you dial it down a little. There should be levels to your fucking game because you’re like, goddamn elite.”

“Cut the bullshit.”

“Nigga, I cum every time we hook up; I cum a lot cause you got that shit on lock, hands and the pene.” Rashida took a spoonful of ice cream about to eat it but shoved the frigid treat into my mouth instead.

“Ah, you got me mixed up with my cousin.” I joked as she ate a spoonful of pralines and cream smiling to herself looking at me with heavy lidded eyes and a half smirk.

“No, I think I’ve got you, just right daddy.” Rashida cupped my package giving my balls an encouraging squeeze.

“Cut it out, you’re making me wanna fuck; let’s at least get some more content out of the way before we go there baby.” Rashida chuckled handing me the pint of ice cream before using her thumbs to pull her brassiere up snapping the straps with a bit of flair.

“What’s next?”

“A deep cut Rashida; remember the first time we hooked up?”

“We fucking in the bathroom again?”

“No stupid, I’m talking about that video I had you make with my phone on that selfie stick. Think you can do that shit again over there in the living room facing the kitchen, huh?”

“Of course.”

“Well I don’t see you doing it bitch-OW!! WHAT THE?!!” Rashida momentarily balled her fist up around my package making me double over. She deftly took the phone from my hand patting me on the cheek like the bully she used to be.

“Respect.” She walked into the dining room reaching into a pile of junk mail and some plastic bags on the table producing a selfie stick. Rashida glanced back at me with a wink as she switched into the living room attaching her iPhone.

I watched my model muse get down at the edge of the living room entrance on all fours shoulders lower than her iconic derriere. Ms. Sikes knew she was a whole snack and then some as I shoved my hands in pockets smiling approvingly.

“You just want me to twerk?”

“And do that other thing you do so well.” She looked confused for a moment caught up.

“What’s that?”

“Talk shit.” Rashida burst into hard laughter dipping her head tapping it on the carpet before regarding me again.

“ABOUT WHAT?!!”

“I don’t know; talk shit to all the guys who watch your stuff, the brothers hawking you out in public, fuck Rashida, talk shit to everybody!! It’s a promo, kind of like wrestling you goof!!”

Ms. Sikes assumed the position that made her internet famous crouching low with her chest riding the living room carpet, monster booty high above her shoulders.

The lively smile on her face even though I was looking spoke to our continued evolving relationship as mutual confidants, casual lovers, and business partners. Tonight I was going to blow up her social media and was planning a new shoot even as I watched her starting her routine.

Rashida looked like some lazing lioness with her arms folded under her chin while that monstrous thing wagged horizontally. It was a very slight movement that demonstrated the thickness of the buns, there ponderous nature with just enough rubbery jiggle to it when she wasn’t trying. The wet clapping sound started to fill the area and adjacent dining room as she found something to talk about.

“Bitch what you want me to say, huh? You on one, you even know why? What do you want me to do, huh bitch? You know what I’m working with hoe; is that why you mad baby girl? Huh nigga?! Talk to me girlfriend? Let’s have a motherfucking dialogue about why you’re lacking! You wrong in the head bitch. What you want me to do about it when you’re being performative darling? YOU’RE LACKING!! YOUR BOX IS TRASH!! …and your man chose me hoe!! Yeah, you know a dog can’t do nothing with a bone but bury it. Your nigga dining at the Y and you’re crying bitch.”

There was no doubt who Rashida was talking to and I wasn’t going to say anything. Takisha would be triggered.

Rashida got into a proper doggy style position locking her arms popping and bucking like the seasoned professional she so obviously was. There was no music, so she was going off whatever was in her head while I’d already decided to use Snoop Dog’s “Ain’t No Fun” instrumental as background music for Thunda’s heel promo.

Rashida was smiling all teeth encouraged by the look on my face as she reared up on her knees rolling her hips making her defined abdomen undulate like a well trained belly dancer. She drew her arms in tight to the sides rolling her shoulders bobbing her head making me laugh outloud. She raised a brow at my mirth.

“WHAT?!!”

“Nothing, what’re you dancing to in your head Rashida?”

“Ain’t No Fun by Snoop; what else would I be dancing to, huh fool?!!” The symbiosis was that real.

I laughed even harder as she continued her routine for another five minutes. There was no way I was telling her about our coincidence. Rashida was one hell of an exotic dancer, even with no club experience. In that moment my muse triggered my partially dormant creative streak.

“Wanna take this shit further?”

“Sure daddy!” Rashida was game as I offered a hand pulling her to her feet.

I left her there invading my cousin’s room for an item from his distant past.

In Jaquan’s high school days, a bunch of fake friends convinced my dim bulb relative that he could be a rapper. Actually they were trying to capitalize off his natural connection with the beautiful ladies on campus. Of course this didn’t work out when my auntie was involved verbally crushing that imprinted aspiration with an epic black mamma dress down when asked to finance a demo.

The only remnant of that dream was a wireless microphone.

“What’re you gonna do with that microphone.” Rashida was puzzled.

“Nothing bitch; you’re gonna do it.”

“Huh?!”

She watched me connect the mic to Jaquan’s premium sound system arms folded until I clicked it on testing things out getting some loud audible feedback before adjusting the feed. Rashida facepalmed when I started connecting her iPhone to a stand so that my hands would be Free. I needed to have a full range of motion to pull off the stunt.

“ARE YOU FOR REAL NEGRO?!!” Her eyes were alive acknowledging my intent.

“Got-dammit Rashida; what’s your motherfucking name?”

“Rashida Sikes; you just said my name bruh.”

“What’s your REAL NAME bitch?”

“THUNDA!!!” She screamed in my face pointblank wholly motivated pivoting on her heel facing her super donk in my direction. I thrust my hand into the camera frame brandishing the microphone aimed at her monstrous buttocks. Rashida knew what was being asked, dare I say demanded of her at that precise moment in time.

Thunda began popping that thing as fast and hard as she could making it sound like a basketball was being dribbled with IMAX level sound quality. The resultant vibration from Jaquan’s sound system sent shockwaves through the house and likely a city block or two.

The camera caught everything and I could make edits as needed as Rashida stopped having actually worked up a decent sweat. I quickly turned down the sound system hoping it was okay looking at my muse with a wry grin.

“What now?” Rashida asked.

“I need to get some additional footage with my equipment; I’m gonna be out for ten to fifteen minutes so be ready when I get back.”

“What’s gonna happen when you get back?”

“We’ll take it to the next level; are you working tomorrow?”

“No, why?”

“Well consider yourself on a shoot from here on out girl; we’re gonna make some magic together.” There was no doubt she didn’t believe me, but Rashida couldn’t help putting a hand on her wide hip smirking.

“We do THAT all the time daddy.”

“Shut up, I’m gonna leave your phone mounted on the tripod; why don’t you do another promo while I’m out getting this footage and a supply or two.” I snapped up one of my cameras from the tote I’d brought over with my gaming pc.

Rashida probably expected me to jump her bones considering our chemistry but knew when I was invested. I didn’t look back leaving the house with my camera attached to the chest harness.

I took off running down the block filming continuously going about a block and a half over getting the establishing shots I wanted with no problem. My phone started ringing with Jaquan’s number just as I reached a neighborhood convenience store.

“What’s up cuz?”

“This ain’t Jaquan asshole.” It was Takisha sounding predictably triggered after her run-in with Rashida. She was speaking in hushed tones as I collected myself.

“Yeah, so what do you want?”

“Why do you talk to me like that? Oh you don’t care now; is that it, huh? Your cousin is taking a Shower right now…because we just got through doing it.”

“Cool, what can I do for you Takisha?” I didn’t miss a beat talking up an asteroid of grey rock parrying her intended emotional attack.

“OH YOU’RE STILL TALKING TO ME LIKE I’M NOTHING, HUH?! I fucked your cousin, REALLY GOOD and you wanna act like you don’t give a fuck, right? He’s got a BIG Ass DICK unlike your little worm. I can hardly walk after he just got through making sweet Love to me all afternoon.”

“Early evening.”

“What?”

“Well technically you showed up over here around five, so there’s no way he could’ve been fucking you all afternoon Takisha. When I fucked you in his garage it was about thirty minutes to eleven, and if you fucked him after that it means that you took a break to come back over here throw a drink at Rashida and nope out with your tiddies hanging out while he was waiting for you to get back. So uh, technically he’s been fucking you since about six or seven in the evening, right?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Well, I just thought you should get it right about the time frame and all Takisha; so, what do you want? I’m kind of busy right now.”

“FUCKING THAT FAT COW, RIGHT?!!” Takisha snarled almost sounding as if she were groaning into my cousin’s phone. I was chuckling honestly at the sound of her misplaced rage before answering.

“Takisha, I fuck Rashida all the time. We’ve been doing it for a while now; it’s so hard finding someone who knows how to take care of you properly; know what I’m saying girl?”

She was breathing hard into the phone sounding like she was slobbering all over it from her end.

“YOU WERE LUCKY TO GET ME!!” Takisha snarled.

“Yeah sure whatever; hey put my cousin on the phone. I need to talk to him about getting some yard work done and I wanted to know if he still wanted to use that same old company his mom used or get somebody new.”

Takisha started blubbering.

“Oh sorry, guess it’s not a good time; I’ll see him when he gets home girl. Have a good night, I’ve got to get back to Rashida, she’s awesome.” I hung up in her face as I opened the door finding the Sikh counter guy there behind the register.

“HEY BRO, WHAT’S UP?!!” I waved walking down the aisle of cheap goods finding three good bottles of baby oil for my shoot and an empty spray bottle to be used in combination with the items purchased.

I stopped at the cooler picking up a tall can of beer and a couple of hard lemonades.

After purchasing all of my items, I hung back outside the store to chug down the tall can of beer and kick it until my heart rate went down. A few cars passed by at the end of Jaquan’s odd residential street which ended on an angle leading to a bigger street and a freeway entrance some odd five minutes away.

“Brought some hard lemonade!” I yelled running into the house letting the thick steel screen door slam behind me.

Rashida was surprised standing in the open door to the bathroom doing her plush lips with a lipstick brush. I’d interrupted her in the process of redoing her makeup for the shoot or me, maybe both. Minnie Riperton’s “Lovin’ You” was wafting through the house as she glanced at me with an inviting smile.

Her relaxed posture and demeanor unexpectedly had an effect on me that I wasn’t keen on sharing. I walked into the kitchen putting my haul on the counter. I unpacked the oil as she joined me standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“If I knew you were gonna buy all that oil; I wouldn’t have done my face again.”

“I like your face baby.”

“But you like my Ass better, right?” Rashida opinioned.

I went to her with a deep lingering kiss gently cupping a breast. Her hand rose covering mine but I drew back feeling weird like I had a stuffy nose or something. Rashida cupped my chin making me want to run away and lock myself in my cousin’s bedroom, but I didn’t move.

“I ain’t gonna ask; but you know my bed is always there for you.”

“I know.” I mumbled half under my breath.

My hands were handling her small waist as she leaned into the door frame staring intently into my face. I was glad to have her as a friend along with all the obvious perks of our situation. I forced a smile running my hands up her sides cupping her boobs again only to have Rashida cover them again with her own. I knew I could fuck her on the spot, but I didn’t.

“Ready for phase two girl?”

“Yeah.” Rashida answered in a faux childish tone nibbling on her pointer finger. She could be cute in her own way despite her overly masculine nature normally. I think she was actively working to distract me however she could manage.

“Come on outside to the backyard.” I took her hand as she dropped the act.

“BACKYARD?!! WAIT A MINUTE WITH THAT SHIT!!”

“Trust me.”

It took me a lot of coddling and heated talk finally getting Rashida out into the backyard. The minute we entered the backyard she shoved her hand into my pocket balling her fist up full of the material. My hands were full resulting in us exchanging glances face to face.

“What’re you doing?”

“Putting my claim in daddy; if you want me to do some freaky shit out here in front of Jaquan’s neighbors then you gonna come up out of these pants negro. You ain’t putting me on blast without giving a little back.”

“A little?” I smirked raising an eyebrow.

“You so stupid.” Rashida did a perfect open legged squat drawing my pants and underwear down not surprised when my spoiled tumescence popped up to greet her with an uppercut to the chin.

Before I could say anything, Rashida was already blowing me in sloppy fashion with my captured balls obscuring her thumb and forefinger. She was working fast bobbing her head back and forth with these hungry sounding grunts and whines intermingled with her rather masculine sounding grunts.

She went after me looking right into the chest mounted camera making complete eye contact acting for her audience with a wink and a stuffed smile. Her right fist joined in the fray sliding wetly along my shaft with audible slickness. I was caught off guard.

“Shit girl, I’m Cumming already.” I warned just above a whisper lest our neighbors be alerted to our salacious activities.

The yard was bordered on both sides by pretty high walls, one a really high picket fence favored by a veteran military neighbor while the opposite brick wall was just high enough that someone would have to climb up there to peer into Jaquan’s backyard.

Rashida responded to my verbal cue by taking my balls into her mouth sucking hard before applying the flicking tip of her tongue underneath to my taint. I gasped like the air had been sucked out of me cupping the side of her face.

A thick wad exploded in her mouth followed by two more as she doubled down vacuum sucking me with enough manic passion to make me want to scrap the shoot and ball the stuffing out of her until the cows came home.

Rashida opened her full mouth allowing my jizz to flown down her chin like a waterfall as watery bursts glazed her lips and cheek before a final thick paste-like wad shot across the bridge of her nose. I was gassed as Rashida swallowed my load feeling good about herself.

“Like that shit, didn’t you?” She gloated having uncharacteristically made me cum in less than ten minutes.

“I was just gonna film you twerking in the darkness.” I admitted.