the women on campus wanted him figuring he would be a guaranteed meal ticket. Torri felt fortunate and was grateful to be the girl that he chose. He treated her like gold, buying her everything her heart desired. Throughout her four years at school, Troy made sure she wanted for nothing. In return she was loyal to only him, catering to his every need and desire. Even obligingly allowing him to engage in threesomes with her and her dorm-mate on the night of his twenty-first birthday.
That night, he also enjoyed a girl-on-girl freak show. The evening was topped off with her giving him anal sex for the first time. They were soul mates, at least she was sure of it. During their senior year, he proposed to her, and she was certain that the deal of becoming a rich athlete’s wife was sealed.
Abruptly, he broke-off the engagement after being drafted first overall by the Dallas Cowboys in the NFL Draft, and signing a lucrative multi-million dollar contract. She was by his side, and expected to reap all the rewards of being his beautiful, and loyal fiancée. He moved to Dallas with his millions with a newfound sports agent and girlfriend. Devastated, she never shed a tear. Instead she used that heartbreaking experience as motivation.
The rest of her year at school was mostly spent at all the hot spots in Miami, chasing a good time and trying to find a millionaire baller to lock up and marry. This quickly became her obsession. Her search was definitely going to end with Low, if she had anything to say about it. She had hit the jackpot. She knew that Low’s name was ringing bells even down in Dade County, Miami. The word on the street was that Low was large. People spoke of him like he was some kind of Tony Montana.
When Low first approached her at the bar of Atlanta Airport’s Fliers’ lounge and offered to replenish her half empty gin and tonic, her first thought was to tell him to go fuck himself. She gave his appearance - plain white T-shirt, khaki shorts, and cheap Reeboks the once-over with her gold-digging eyes. Then she quickly dismissed him as another petty-ass wanna-be hustler.
The fact that his cheap looking-ass even thought he was worthy of her time and conversation made her that much angrier. She just wanted to dismiss him as quickly as possible. Having just got into Atlanta from a long unpleasant flight from Miami International about an hour ago, she was experiencing a pulsing migraine, and was feeling beyond fatigued. The last thing she had time for was this lame-ass.
Her usual ‘my shit doesn’t stink’ attitude almost crept out, and got the best of her. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was on her third glass of gin and tonic, and was getting tipsy which slowed her reaction time in telling him off. Filled with attitude, her eyes began rolling.
Then she noticed the gleam coming from the glistening ruby stones on Low’s Cartier wristwatch.
She recognized the piece immediately. Having taken, and completed a jeweler certification course in college, she knew jewelry. If her eyesight was correct, the timepiece Low wore on his wrist was worth anywhere from fifty to sixty thousand dollars, she quickly surmised. Instantly, the strained look on her face morphed into a big, warm smile.
“I have some time to kill,” she smiled, inviting Low to sit at the bar with her. When he did, she sprung her plan on him. “I’ll have that drink now,” she added.
Wiling away the hours, the two chitchatted about this and that. Then she nonchalantly asked to see his watch. She inspected the five-carat VVS diamonds and rubies flooding the face of the Cartier, and realized that her initial appraisal of Low’s watch was actually short by four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The discovery that Low had a half a million dollars sitting on his wrist left her pussy wet and tingling.
It was a wrap. She was up in his presidential suite, and he was up in her ass so fast that she ditched her golden rule of never letting a man get the goodies on the first night. She decided to let Low fuck her brains out. She knew after she laid her pussy on him, he would be hooked, and be a fiend for more of her physical ploy. After tonight, her body would be off limits until she had his mind. Her plan was in motion, and there was no way she was going to let him slip her grasp.
When she was finished rolling the techno filled vanilla Dutch, she lit it, and inhaled deeply. Letting the smoke linger in her lungs, she exhaled the fumes, and began thinking. What would her older brother think if he knew how his supposed-to-be-virgin, saint sister that he sent away to college on his dime was really living? Even though he was aware of the devastation her breakup caused, he wouldn’t be too pleased. The techno-blunt began making her buzzed. Quickly, all thoughts of her brother faded. She took another deep pull, and inhaled.
“Fuck it,” she shrugged, exhaling.
The past would be kept secret, and set aside with her college years. Her brother didn’t expect her home until tomorrow anyway. Plus, she knew she would have to leave the drugs alone around him. So tonight she decided to toast the town for one last go-around.
“Here baby, hit this blunt,” she said, reaching out to Low, and putting the lit Dutch to his mouth while he spoke to Red on his cellphone.
“Okay then pimp. I see you got company over there huh, homey?” Red said, hearing her voice while she passed Low the Dutch. “Damn nigga, what room you in? I might have to come up there, and see what you working with cause that bitch sound fine as hell!”
“Yeah nigga. She sure is a bad one,” Low smiled in agreement. Pausing, he took couple tokes then continued. “But I think I’m a have to keep this one to myself, my dude.”
Glancing at her round apple shaped ass, Low watched her cuddle next to him. Then she began gently massaging his chest. The sight of her lovely caramel skinned nakedness mixed with her sensual touch made his dick jump. He kept puffing, and pretty soon he was getting horny as hell. Gently Low caressed her plump, soft ass. He slid two fingers between her cheeks entering her wetness, and began to slowly finger fuck her pussy from the back. The sensation of his fingers roaming inside her wet walls, teasing her G-spot, sent shockwaves through her petite frame.
“Ah… Ooh,” she hissed with a guttural groan.
A series of desired-filled moan escaped her opened mouth as she gently sucked while licking Low’s rising chest. Her breath came rapid letting him know he was getting her hot. Low knew he wanted to bust another nut before Red came to pick him up. He cut the small talk short on the phone with him.
“Yeah, so how long is it gonna take you to get here?”
“Ah nigga, you know you was always a cuffer,” Red chuckled.
Red was aware of Low’s habit of not sharing his women. He paused, listening intensely to the seductive moans coming from the other end of the phone. The sounds of lovemaking only served to make him think of the pussy he already lined up for later that night.
“I got something for tonight anyway,” Red laughed.
“That’s what’s up. Do you?”
“I’m approaching College Park right now—I’m about thirty or so exits from downtown… I should be there in half an hour. I’ll hit you up when I get out in front of the lobby, be ready my nigga.”
“A’ight my nigga… One.”
Low ended the call, tossed the iPhone on a nightstand, and stared at the beautiful body on the bed.
“Damn baby, your friend is coming to take you away from me already?” she asked, easing closer to him.
She teased with light, passionate kisses starting at his torso, and making her way up to his chin. Gliding her tongue
