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CHAPTER # 22

                                       *  WHIP   THE     WILLIE *

 Meanwhile, back in his newly renovated office. Mike, is at present, receiving some very intense brain from " HONEY NUT." At a succulent view, her stance is five foot six inches, weighing one hundred forty-one pounds. Yet, her skin shone like milk chocolate. Nipples standing at attention, hair in a ponytail, with spider web stockings and high heels to boot. Although, she's the top dancer, as well as a leader at the " Pussy Foot Lounge." She just happens to be Mike's precious playmate. Tiny, next approaches "Big Zee". Who happens to be, the elite, head bouncer of the club, standing at seven feet and viewed by many as a whopping Mammoth at 410 pounds? This character, looking as if the double play in the movie, " The Green Mile"....is in himself, black as night in color. To boot, his muscles, bulge from under his vest coat, as if they're searching for much-needed air. Now, Tiny honors his associate with a single united closed fist handshake, actually known as "THE POUND!" Unified, they next embrace in the delight of the club's upcoming anniversary jam that evening...

 Tiny speaks, " What's up ZEE?" Listen, it's a funny thing that just took place on the phone line Zee! Look, Radd just called and simply, confused the hell out of me player!

Big Zee shrugs his shoulders and smiles. " Well, as always fam, important business must be in acknowledgment." So, do your thing!

Tiny knocks upon the office door, thus yelling, " OH big Mike!" Look fool, it's me Tiny.

Honey Nut now raises her head. While now drizzle of saliva runs down and hits her breast, replies " What the hell Tiny, what's up?"

In frustration, without a general reply unto said voice. Tiny then barges himself into this scene of flavor. As Honey Nut, no serving Mike, long neck style upon her knees. " Slurp...Gulp" At a twitch, he sees her trying to fix herself in tension, shamefully no doubt. Next, she smiles as Tiny's mouth is wide open, while her phat vagina is spread wide, like new money before his eyes. Her fingers are drenched, as slob hangs amid her chin. Hastily, Mike tries to scoot under his desk, the flagpole still ragging in awe. Briefly, she then raises from her bowed position, thus Mike, fixes his composure and says, " Can't you see I'm in the zone fool?" And is the fuckin club on fire or something my brother?"

Honey Nut speaks, " Have some respect for yourself Tiny, you big fucker!" Next, she winks unto Tiny, smiling no doubt, and says, " I had my nuts on lock dammit.

Mike, shakes his head and replies, " Alright Honey!" Listen, calm your crazy ass down a few ticks; " give us a minute, ok?

Honey Nut, still a bit furious replies, " Your big ass better not be a bit long either." And, for you Mr. Mike! That dick better not leak a fucking drop till " Honey comes back for her buzz."

 " You got that, busy bee." Now, talk to me Tiny. What's the 4-1-1? And it damn well better be good!!!

 " Woosh!" No need to put your stunt down dog. Real talk, I'll only be a second with mine. 

Mike. Laughing at him, seeing still in his mind hanging pussy lips replies," Today with yours Tiny."

" OK, look!" I just received the strangest phone call ever my brother." No doubt was J-Radd." Listen, he told me to tell you to keep the slits tight, above all things. Plus, to boot the crazed phrase, " he'll see you personally soon. Dog, don't that fool have 35 years behind bars; " RIGHT?"

 " That would be an interesting trick, Tiny." That old-ass Australian punk should be knee-deep with a dick up his. And isn't he in that new max joint, across town near one of our spots called " LOCK-DOWN" or something?