Hyena Read Free Page B

basis. This might be fun. I’ve choked out chicks and smacked women around in the sack before, so I figured I could hack it.
    I hit her up. She hit me back. We send pictures. In her photo she had on a camouflage army hat and rave gear circa 1999. Her face was average; she had large tits. I’ve fucked uglier chicks.
    We arranged to meet at some dive bar in Pasadena.
    I was at the bar drinking pineapple juice when she walked in. The picture she sent was from 1999. What entered was a 2010 plain-faced, overweight, matronly woman, in business slacks and a blouse. She looked like she managed an office somewhere. She pulled up to the bar. The dude next to melooked at her, then looked at me, and laughed. I pretended like I didn’t see him.
    We talked awhile; she told me she managed an office somewhere. She lived in the same apartment with her husband and boyfriend and that both men knew she was here meeting me and that we were supposed to fuck. She told me she had rape fantasies and a high IQ. She struck me as a woman who played Magic: The Gathering.
    The conversation was cool but I wasn’t really attracted to her. I stayed for two drinks and excused myself to leave. She followed me to my car. I went to hug her goodbye; she rubbed my dick through my jeans and said, “So, you wanna take this to the next level?”
    “What level is that?”
    “We go back to your place and fuck.”
    I’m hesitant. I say, “I don’t know. It’s late, I’m tired. I’m not really up for raping you tonight. Maybe another time, like next week or something.”
    She squeezes my dick. “You don’t have to rape me, we can just have regular sex.”
    My shit’s getting hard. I look at her. “No rape, just a quickie?”
    She says, “Just a quickie.”
    She sure is persistent. What if this is a setup? What if her boyfriend and husband are in another car and they’re gonna follow me to the crib and they’re gonna rob me? Rob my house while I’m fucking this broad. Knock me out and steal my kidney. But I do like the way she’s rubbing my dick through thejeans and she does have some big-ass titties and she ain’t that ugly out here where it’s dark.
    “What the hell, follow me.”
    I take her the roundabout way, zigzagging through neighborhoods just in case we’re being followed, checking the rearview for extra headlights.
    We get back to the crib, I got her on the couch. I got the lights turned down. I start kissing on her and she starts whimpering, “No no . . . don’t. No.”
    I’m moving too fast, so I stop. She grabs me and starts kissing me again. A minute into it she starts with her “No, no, nos.” So I stop.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m okay.”
    “You keep like, crying and shit.”
    “I’m just nervous.”
    We start up again and she’s whimpering. This stop-go shit goes on for like five minutes and I’m kind of freaking out. I’m not really into teary orgasms, unless that’s what we’re going for.
    But this is reminding me of when I was a teenager and I thought I was gonna catch a rape case. I pulled this black chick. She was fucking with some lame, born-again Christian but I got her to stay the night with me anyway. We’re messing around, making out, I ended up eating her out, cuz I’m white and that’s what we do. She’s gripping my head, she gets off. I’m at the edge of the bed wiping up and she’s like, “What just happened?!”
    I say, “What do you mean what just happened?”
    She says, “I woke up and I’m all wet on my legs—what did you do? Why are my panties off?!”
    Woke up? We was just making out. When’d she fall asleep?
    I look at this evil bitch; she’s fucking crazy. She knows damn well what we did and why her panties are off. She’s trying to act like I mouth-raped her.
    That’s how you wanna play it? Fine.
    I say, “You must’ve kicked your panties off in your sleep, because we didn’t do nothing.”
    “Are you sure?”
    I’m sitting there with all types of pussy on my