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as simple as possible, and that drinking champagne was bit extravagant for her.
    “You're making me think over here, Vanessa.” Rich leaned back.
    “A little food for thought is always good.”
    “Yesss, feed me, baby. I'm hungry. Give me some of that vegetarian food for thought.” He laughed.
    Vanessa laughed too. “You're crazy.”
    “That may be a good thing. We got a lot of sane people that got us into a recession, two wars, you name it.” The look in Vanessa's eyes told Rich that she was impressed and surprised to hear him speak on such topics. He was almost certain that her mind had been molded in the shop to see him as an ignorant womanizing criminal. So he started building off of her “crazy” comment. He talked about the dynamics of Barack Obama being President, while only two of the 100 U.S. Senators were black. He expounded on his view that hip hop had helped race relations, because white children were embracing the hip hop culture, which is predominantly a black culture. He even added on to Vanessa mentioning health, noting that childhood obesity was at an all-time high. He expressed that children were glued to their seats playing video games and that the hormones and steroids pumped into food were adversely affecting their growth.
    “So how do you change the world, Rich?” Vanessa asked.
    “It starts with self. That's why I'm always growing mentally.” He paused and leaned forward. “But you know what I really
    need?”
    “What?”
    “You.” He gently grabbed her hand. “I need you to help me grow.”
    Vanessa blushed. “Me? You're sure about that?”
    “Malcolm had Betty. Martin had Coretta. Barack got Michelle. Shit, even Jay got Beyonce.”
    Vanessa giggled.
    “You know the cliché, 'behind every strong man is a strong woman.”
    “I'm sure you got enough of those.”
    “Not at all.”
    “Why me?”
    “Why not you?”
    “You can't answer a question with a question.”
    Rich grinned. “According to who?”
    “Vanessa Denay.”
    “Okay, Ms. Thang. I'll play by your rules.”
    “That's good, because I feel I deserve an answer.” Vanessa looked into his eyes with a slightly seductive stare.
    “How 'bout I answer with this.” He slowly leaned toward Vanessa and kissed her. His tongue swirled around her mouth just a second, enough time to leave a smile on her face and shock on the faces of the rest of the group.
    “Ohhh, shit,” Meisha blurted, covering her open mouth with her hand.
    Rich looked around, noticing that Leah was smiling too. Then he saw hate in Chanel's hazel eyes. He imagined that she was wishing it was her mouth that his tongue had just probed. He expected her anger and jealousy. But the disappointment in Candy's eyes startled Rich. He was sure Candy was upset that Vanessa was falling for him. With that in mind, he was motivated to treat Vanessa like a queen, just to prove Candy’s view of him wrong. But that was just one thought within the mind of a man who saw all women as nothing more than objects of his lustful desires.
    * * *
    After spending hours in the club talking and dancing with Vanessa, Rich was zooming down the FDR Drive with one hand on the wheel of his BMW and his other hand planted deep within Vanessa's 'fro, as she slurped all ten inches of his rock-hard dick. She massaged the shaft, while her lips and tongue worked the head. She was taking Rich to a new level. He could feel his entire body radiating.
    Vanessa began gently rubbing Rich's balls. She looked up at him. “You like that, right?” Rich nodded, peeping at her, but trying to keep his eyes on the dark expressway ahead of him, while keeping his foot steady.
    Vanessa ran her tongue around the head of his dick, and then
    down and up the length of his shaft. “Yeah, I know you like it.” She went back at it.
    Rich's foot went down on the gas. “Damn, girl.” Before he knew it, he was pushing 90 in the Beamer and sirens were flashing behind him. “Fuck!” he barked.
    Vanessa looked up.