“Damn, that’s wassup, baby. I always loved it when you got that pussy nice and wet for me. Mmmph, fuck! I can’t wait to slide this dick up in that fat, juicy—”

I laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, boo,” I say.

“I ain’t laughing,” he replies, sounding annoyed.

“Well, I am. You gotta lot of nerve to think you can call me out the blue, and I’m supposed to welcome you with open legs and a wet pussy. Nigga, make no mistake. You won’t be sliding a damn thing up in this sweet snatch. Not tonight; not ever again.”

“So, what you saying…I can’t come through?”

I pull the cell from my ear, turning my lips up at his dumb ass. What the fuck?! It baffles me how some men really think because they’re packing dick and tapped a chick’s ass up and dug her back out a few times that he can hit it anytime he wants it ’cause he’s that nigga. That may be the case for some chicks, but it definitely doesn’t apply to me.

“Uh, basically,” I say, placing the phone back up against my ear.

“Damn, that’s fucked up. You got me over here with my shit all bricked up.”

“Oh, well. You’ll be alright.”

“So, it’s like that, huh? You really gonna do me like that. Leave a nigga hangin’?”

“Yep.”

“You real fucked up.”

“And so is your crusty-ass back,” I snidely reply.

“Oh, you got jokes, right?”

“You don’t hear me laughing,” I say. “I’ve already had your dick, and if you recall correctly, I done fucked it every which way imaginable. So there really is nothing else you can do for me.”

“You can be a real bitch, you know that, right?”

“Yes, I know. And don’t forget to add ho to your list.”

“Check this—”

“Good night, Vinnie,” I say, cutting him off. “And while you’re at it, do us both a favor—lose my number. Oh, and by the way, thanks again for the nut.”