Lickin' License by Intelligent Allah Read Free Book Online

chew.”
    “Listen, baby,” Rich eased his arm between himself and the woman, looking at his Rolex. “Every minute I waste, I'm losing money and getting older. And we're both adults. So let's skip the preliminaries and get to the main event.”
    He stood and held his hand out. When the woman grabbed it. Rich helped her from the stool.
    * * *
    Minutes later, Rich and the woman were inside a stall in the club's unisex bathroom. His blazer was slung over the wall of the stall. He had just slipped on a condom, pinned the woman against the wall and pressed his dick against her round butt. As she pulled up her short skirt, a plump cheek popped out. Rich moved her thong to the side and slid into her.
    She grunted.
    Rich grabbed her shoulders and thrust himself in and out of her with forceful strokes. Her cheeks began a rhythmic clapping. They grew louder as Rich dug deeper into her with each plunge. He lifted her leg. “Put your foot on the toilet.”
    “Huh?”
    “The toilet!” he barked.
    She complied and stepped her right foot on the toilet. Rich placed his foot behind hers. Then he grabbed her left shoulder with both hands and rammed deep inside of her on an upward angle.
    “Shhhiit!” the woman's voice rose.
    Rich was literally jumping inside of her with each stroke. “This what you want, right?”
    “Yeah. Like that.” She reached her hands up as high as she could, as if she was trying to climb the wall to escape Rich's plunging. Suddenly her leg slipped. She and Rich fell from the toilet. She turned around and asked, “You okay?”
    Rich nodded. He backed up and grabbed her skirt, lifting it all the way up in front. He tore her thong apart and tossed it in the toilet.
    She smiled and grabbed his dick. “Put it in.”
    “Calm the fuck down.” Rich paused a second. “Take them shoes off.”
    “Huh?” She frowned, looking confused.
    “Just do what I say.”
    She smiled and removed her heels. Rich stepped forward, slipping into her. He grabbed her butt with both hands and lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall. “Put your feet against the wall behind me.” Her feet hit the wall behind him. Her knees were bent in the cramped stall, as Rich stood between them, pumping. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him.
    “Yeah, take this dick,” Rich said.
    She clutched him tighter, shifting herself into his strokes. “Give it to me.”
    “Yeah, come on.” Rich sped up, as her tightness pulled him into a climax. He slowly caught his breath and stopped stroking. He let her down from the wall. Backing up, he removed the condom and tossed it into the toilet, before grabbing some tissue and wiping his dick. He adjusted his tie and carefully put on his blazer. Rich grabbed the handle of the stall.
    “You ain't gonna give me your name, number, nothing?” the woman asked.
    “I gave you enough for the night.” Rich grinned before making his way to the sink. He washed his hands and face. Seconds later, he was strolling out of the bathroom.
    Rich hit the bar and bought two bottles of Krug Rosé on a bucket of ice. As he turned around, a thin extremely light-skinned woman in a tight miniskirt strutted toward him. Her almond-shaped eyes beamed at Rich. She held a virtually empty champagne flute in one of her hands.
    Rich sighed. Danella. Here she comes with her bullshit.
    “It's not nice to hang up on people,” she said, stopping in from of Rich and smiling. “Especially someone who loves you.”
    “Love can make people do crazy things, and for every action there's an equal and opposite reaction.”
    Danella smiled. “The laws of physics according to Sir Isaac Newton. Your intellect has always been a turn on for me. You're so much more than the average guy from the 'hood.”
    “So much more than you deserve.” Rich chuckled. “Baby, it's the type of bourgeois shit you just said that's stoppin' you from staking your claim in the wonderful world of Rich.”
    “You don't really mean