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  The

  Pussy Pounders

  Volume 1

  The Crew

  Cortez pulled into the driveway of Toni's townhouse. Parked and walked quickly inside. I'm letting her ass know today I need a break from these damn white women! Cortez thought walking into the kitchen where the other members of the Pussy Pounders were gathered.

  “ It's about time you got here! Why are you always the one late?” Toni asked exasperated.

  “ Look,I was finishing up with Lana. Besides if you know I'm always late, you should be working that into the meeting and already expect it to start thirty minutes later. There is such a thing as Mexican people time. Black people don't have that shit on lock. I couldn't wait to get my ass over either either....no more white women for me.” Cortez said walking to the refrigerator and grabbing a Sprite.

  Toni almost choked on her drink laughing.

  “ What do you mean no more white women Cortez?” Toni asked. Adam and Sean looked bewildered though they already knew, with Cortez anything was liable to come out of his mouth at any given time.

  “ I mean just what I said Toni. I don't think you understand what I go through. Every time I get over there they want me to talk Spanish to their ass and all types of bullshit. Besides I think that's kinda like discrimination!I ain’t over there for that bullshit! Do you want me to fuck you or not? I mean damn, I'm Mexican but shit what the fuck I need to speak Spanish to your white ass for? It ain’t like they can speak back! When I do say fuck it and go ahead and kick a little Spanish to their ass they can't say a damn thing beyond “ Si' Cortez! Si' Cortez!” I mean, I don't care about making them feel special or no shit like that. It goes with the territory,but I ain’t trying to act like I'm your damn pool boy. Like I just crept over the border to fuck them. Whispering some Spanish shit in these broads ears! Who the fuck you think I am? The cabana boy? Ricky Martin? Shit Ricky can't fuck you like I do. Besides... he likes men! Lana? That damn Lana takes the cake! My nerves can't take her anymore. I know she's a good client. Pays well, tips damn good and I know she sends referrals our way but I have my limit. Lana reached her limit with me about three fucks ago.

  It's always the white women who want that. I need a damn break. Fuck that. If she ain’t Hispanic,Asian,Black....hell find me an Eskimo anything other than a White woman ...you call one of these other two!” Cortez said pointing to Adam and Sean.

  The room was totally quite for a few minutes before they all burst out laughing.

  “ I'm laughing but I'm serious as hell. I'm on a white woman break for now.” Cortez said.

  “ I'll take em'” Sean said.

  “ Ummhmm. It's figures. You're going to play the big black buck I see.” Toni said with a smirk on her face.

  “ Shit y'all can kiss my ass. I'm trying to pay this Porsche off.” Sean said laughing. “ As long as they're paying and tipping me good... my black ass will pick up a Rosetta Stone program tonight and start working on my damn Spanish! Imma tell they ass I'm Dominican...or from Brazil or some shit.”

  “Whatever. Cortez please let me know when you're off hiatus because you know full well, you have women who only want you. I'll be sure to send Lana, Sean or Adams way for the next couple of appointments. That’s if she wants them since she only uses you! Maybe she'll forget about you. I’ll bet you appreciate her white ass and then some... as much money as she drops on your brown ass every week! Shit. You have a lot of nerve! You guys need to realize the clients we have are not random women off the street. Half of these women are married to men who are in the corporate world, and have high paying jobs to support their wives little Pussy Pounder habits. The other half are women of means themselves who don't want to be bothered supporting a boy-toy...so they've decided to pay for one as needed and send their ass on home. They just want the steady sex they aren't getting at home. They don't want or need sex from three different men. They want it from one man...their husbands preferably in most cases...since that's not working out for whatever the reason,one of you will do. So will you please,please keep that in mind when you're turning down two thousand dollars for two hours of your time....Papi,she said turning to look at Cortez.

  So here's what I'll do. If they're new, I'll schedule them between Adam and Sean but when your money is short,don't twist your lips to ask me why...you already know OK?” Toni said rolling her eyes at him.

  “ I know Toni damn!”

  “ Well you should already know I'm going to remind you...the last time you pulled this same stunt you were complaining when it was time to get paid! You're a fucking mess you know that? The last time you were on a two week break from the sistas! Then it was Mexican women were too demanding you needed a break from them. I swear to God Cortez out of all three of you...you're the only one that is truly made for this because you love switching your women up!”

  “ I know Toni! My dick and I need a mental health break...give me two weeks and it's white women on deck but not right now. White pussy is as good as any in my book. The only thing that separates any of you women is attitude, y'all all talk the same shit just different ways. So when I need a break, I need a break! You didn't make any food? No snacks?” Cortez said smiling and rubbing his stomach.

  “ Who do you think I am Cortez? Your maid? No I didn't cook!”

  “ I think you're my baby sis!” Cortez said grabbing her into a hug, “ Who doesn't want her brother to be hungry.” Cortez said laughing.

  “ Stop it!” Toni said laughing. “ Get the menus out with your hungry ass, we'll order in some dinner.

  OK. Well you guys what can I say? Y'all make it happen. The referrals are off the chain. Business is booming just keep doing what you do. Always and I do mean always stay safe. Also it's been ninety days so we're going to switch our hotels around for security OK? We're at the Hilton now. Remember to always practice the code if you ever think something isn't right,” Toni said looking at all three of them.

  “ All of your condoms are stocked up here and I also set bags aside for each of you to keep in your cars. No one has an excuse not to use a condom at all times.” I said looking into my families eyes. We were one crazy bunch but we all loved each other like no other. None of us being born to a family that loved or cared about us. Though life has it's way of throwing people in your path exactly when you need them and me Antoinette Nichols, and more widely known as Toni, the sole female member of the Pussy Pounders in title.....not action and definitely by default. Need these three men Adam,Cortez and Sean ,like I need air to breath. They're the only family I have in this world.

  Everyone that met us wanted to know the deal on why we were so close. I guess from the outside looking in you might wonder. Me, Toni the one lone female with the inside scoop on three gorgeous men. Hell let's be clear here. I'm drop dead fine my damn self! 5'6 130 pounds of nothing but curves. My caramel complexion is flawless,bouncing healthy shoulder length hair and I'm not ashamed to say that with my regular therapy sessions the last six months, my att
itude is slowly but surely improving. A sista like me is trying to work on my abandonment issues. After all, I'm only twenty-one years old but the kind of life I've lived , the things I saw growing up are enough to scar the strongest of people. I'm just thankful to God for sending me the three men I could totally be myself around,brothers and friends. Despite the circumstances of our meeting,I wouldn't change a thing about my relationships with any of them...well except one.

  All four of us are beautiful people inside and out but flawed. It's what drew us to one another though.

  Me the daughter of a pimp and a prostitute. My mother checked out on me in more ways than one early on. Hell to be honest she was already the walking dead before she actually died with all the drug use and prostituting her body. How the hell do you have a baby with the man who is pimping you and think you're special? Hell if that was the case there were a whole lot of ho's who thought they were special because she wasn't the only one. There's no telling how many half brothers and sisters I have running around town. Eventually she picked up the wrong one and after he screwed her he slit her throat. Into the foster care system I went. I was twelve years old. Oddly enough despite my environment, I was fairly sheltered when I went into the system. I think sometimes being an innocent child being raised up around a bunch of women whose lives had basically turned to shit, made them have a soft spot for me. They wanted someone around them to stay pure,hold on to what for most of them had been taken without their consent. Most of them had children themselves who had already been either left behind by them or taken away by the state. They protected me from the vultures that came circling, smelling fresh meat as I was approaching womanhood. So when my mother was killed and I could no longer depend on the protection of my father...not that he ever offered much of it anyway. Hell they way he would look at me sometimes I think most of them were protecting me from him,one of my dad's whores called social services to come get me. It’s hard to believe, but I exchanged one set of problems for another. No one wants a twelve year old with an attitude problem. Adoption? Out of the question. Even though I was an innocent child, in many prospective parents eyes I was already damaged goods. I came from a seedy background, I was already almost too old for anyone to raise...which is a fucking misconception to me anyways and I was black. So even though I went in the system fairly innocent. I can't say the same for when I came out. I bounced around to eight foster homes before I was placed in Mrs. Wyatt’s home. Eight foster homes because I refused to give myself to the perverted husbands and some of the boys in those homes. I lived in a house full of hookers and never worried about where my next meal was coming from,hell I had to worry about that shit in foster care...and they got paid money to feed me. I swear if people truly understood what a nightmare foster care was for kids they'd make some serious changes. They do know though, people just don't give a damn. The longest foster home I was in before aging out of the system was Mrs. Wyatt, she was a true diamond in the rough. It's also where I met the guys. I think she's a woman that lucky for all of us came into our lives at a crucial time to have some life-changing impact on us. Though we didn't leave her home perfect by any means. We were all messed up before we got to her.

  Cortez and Sean were already staying there. They were fifteen. Adam came later, fourteen years old and the lone white boy in a house full of minority foster kids. All of us coming from some fucked up backgrounds still we managed to find each other and create our own family. Our small family unit included Mrs. Wyatt even after we left her home. Unfortunately she passed away three years ago. Well here we all were, still standing. Who would have thought,the four of us would still be together nine years later. The best family unit any of us have ever had.

  “ Toni!”

  “ What? Why are you yelling?” I said frowning at Sean.

  “ Because you're zoning out again sis, stay with me! Don't set me up with Lisa for a few weeks OK? I got with her today and she's on that same bullshit again.” Sean said.

  “ What's going on now? Lisa called today. I haven't returned her call yet.” I said pulling out my notepad. “ My God! I hope all of you don't intend to duck and dodge your most steady clients! What's going on with Lisa now?”

  “ Same shit. She wants me to be with her. Talking about she'll take care of me, help me financially and the whole nine yards. Just don't sleep with any other women.” Sean said laughing.

  “ You really need to handle that...,” Cortez said shaking his head,“ when they start acting like that you need to cut them off.”

  Toni sighed shaking her head looking at the three of them. Her gaze settling on Adam.

  “ Look you guys, we've made more than enough money doing this. When you three began it was because none of you had a dime to your names and had aged out of the system with nowhere to go. After next week we can walk away from this aspect of the Pussy Pounders free and clear. The paperwork is almost as good as signed on the Moroccan. All of us have enough money in the bank and invested to do other things now. There will come a time when you want to settle down. Sean you keep messing with her when you should have cut her off a long time ago. At some point you're going to want more for yourself.” Toni said looking pointedly at Adam who turned his head refusing to acknowledge her words.

  Cortez and Sean looked at one another.

  “ Man are you ready to go? Shemar said he wanted to go over a few last minute details with us before next weeks signing. We're going over to the Moroccan. I'll just grab something to eat over there.” Cortez said.

  “ Yeah,let's go!” Sean said raising from his seat.

  “ It's not a big deal if you can't make it Adam,we'll fill you in.” Cortez said looking at Adam and on the verge of laughing. These two need to get their shit together!

  “ Take your supplies with you!” Toni called out to them as they left.

  “ You sure know how to clear a room with your bullshit don't you?” Adam said folding his arms across his broad chest and looking at Toni angrily.

  “ I have no idea what you're talking about Adam.” Toni said, her voice practiced and precise.

  “ Yes the hell you do. Stop using every opportunity to take little jabs at me Toni. If you think I'm going to always let you get away with it you've got another fuckin' thing coming you hear me?”

  “ Don't you threaten me Adam !”

  “ No you need to stop threatening me Toni. Look I'll admit I was wrong for not telling you from the jump but it is, what it is. How long are you going to make me pay for it? Even if I had told you before that night happened what would it really have changed? You're over here trying to give some half-assed type of advice yet you chose to do our appointments instead of walking away! If you were that mad you wouldn't have no parts of the Pussy Pounders. Let's not overlook the fact you're ass getting' broke off too.”

  I could barely look Adam in the face.

  “ Adam I want you to stop. Just stop.” my voice was betraying me and I felt like I was going to break down into a puddle of tears. Which was never a good thing for me. Crying was one action I got over a long time ago...hell as a child, tears never got me one bit of sympathy and they damn sure couldn't do a thing for me now. Unfortunately this is where I was emotionally with Adam. Stuck. On the verge of tears every time I thought about Adam Wheeler. I’ve been thinking about him and a little bit in love with this man since I was nineteen years old.

  “ Don't you have somewhere to be Adam? Besides in my face.” I said with an attitude.

  “ I can't think of anywhere else I need to be...or would rather be Antoinette.” Adam said walking towards me and pulling me into his arms. “ I need you. You’re the only woman I have ever loved and you know it. So stop giving me ultimatums about work. You know that's not who I am. It's what I do Antoinette....and I did a lot of it for you. Before you even knew what I did...and after. I'm not throwing that up in your face but it's the truth. If you love me stop using it against me. You'll never make me feel guilty for making sure we eat. For putting a roof over our heads no
matter what way I choose to do it.”

  “ If you love me like you say you do, why can't you just stop? Do something else. You've made plenty of money, all of you have made some really good investments. Next week you three are signing papers taking over the club. After that what reason could you possibly have to continue? Why are you refusing to stop working with the Pussy Pounders? Is it because I'm asking you? You've said before you were going to stop Adam and I've tried to understand and look past everything since I found out. Not only because I love you but I love all of you. I'd never judge you. But I can't do it anymore. I'm trying to be honest about my feelings with you because I love you...I want us to be together but I don't want to share the man I love sexually anymore. I can't do it....and I'm not going to wait around for you to choose me either. If I said right now I was going to start taking appointments and sleeping with men you would never stand for it. I wouldn't make it to one client before you dumped me and you know it Adam.”

  “ You damn right because you'd be doing it for other reasons than when I started. As far as me Cortez and Sean are concerned we do so don't have to think about money. I am going to stop. When I've made a certain amount of money,but that's going to be when I say so. Not because you're forcing my hand and threatening me. Here's the thing, you know everything about me. Shit I don't even want you to know about me you know due to circumstances. At the end of the day Toni, if I stop, it's still not going to erase the things I've done. I've still slept with women, are you going to constantly throw it up in my face?The last time we had sex the minute it was over you were asking me had I done the same things with clients. What's going to ever change about that with you? You're the one person I expect to see past all the bullshit and you can't. I know it's a lot to take. I know I've asked more from you in this situation than I ever could but damn, you said you'd try. Is this really about what I've been doing or do you just want someone else?”

  Adam was right. I knew every detail about his life. The one secret they'd all kept from me was the Pussy Pounders. I found out about that missing detail three months after I'd already started having sex with him and was completely head over heels, no turning back in love with him. Like an idiot not thinking ahead about how I would feel about it later, I of course I excepted it because I love him...and them .