Hard Times

(HARD TIMES) A SEXCAPADE
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://m.youtube.com/watch?list=PL24cV6IIynraS1Pekb_J3843Aj-Dh9Gea&v=IFwiRu_hCU8&feature=plpp

It was a Friday and I was at "Hard Times" a club on Alabama Street.
I was at my table... You know the one in the corner.
Always got to sit with your back to the wall and your eyes on the door when you roll like I do.
I rolled a blunt...
Sensimilla... cause that's how we do it.
Me and my crew.
I saw her when she came in by herself.
She was so fine I remember thinking Oh she's here to meet someone and I dismissed her.
That's what you do when you roll like I do.
Money no object and that goes double for a woman.
I lit my blunt and leaned back in the chair as people walked by and gave me dap, bought me drinks which I didn't touch.
Some of these motherfuckers weren't friends and I don't trust motherfuckers anyway.
Bitches will drop some shit in ya drank.
The lights on the dancefloor painted patterns on the floor and the walls as the music thumped.
Clairmont the owner came over and dropped a stack of hundreds on the table and he took the seat next to mine and leaned over and said "I appreciate what you did Idren" Clairmont was a Jamaican and I did dirty work for him.
Mainly enforcement but other things as well...
I was the weedman round this way but I had my hands in other pots as well.
His fine ass wife came over and kissed him on the cheek and squeezed my hand.
Clairmont didn't see that, and she sat by him.
My crew was over at the pool tables and my boy Chris was cleaning everybody out.
He had started playing when we were kids and that motherfucker could shoot like Minnesota Fats.
Trick shots and all.
I passed the blunt to Clairmont and he pulled on it as we made small talk.
The music slowed down and Clairmont told his wife to get to the bar and help and she rose and started to leave the table.
Clairmont told her to get a move on and slapped her on her ass and it jiggled under the thin fabric of her dress.
She turned and leaned down and kissed and hugged him and winked at me over his shoulder.
She had been trying to give me the pussy but I knew that was trouble.
I would have to kill Clairmont and I didn't want to have to do that.
His supply was to strong.
He leaned in and told me what he needed, asked me if I could handle it.
I looked at him like he was crazy and he laughed at that.
I know you got me Chaingang.
That's my nickname, and people always assumed it was because I had been to prison.
I never had but I never corrected em.
It added to my image.
He got up and walked to his office and I leaned back.
I was by myself tonight and since I didn't dance I watched the booty bounce on the floor as I nursed my drink.
I saw her walking towards my table and she asked me if I had a cigarette.
I said yes and gave her one.
She asked if she could sit down and I said yes.
She asked me my name and I said Chaingang.
She said "What kind of name is that and I told her how I had gotten the name.
By punching someone in the mouth with a choke chain wrapped around my fist.
She looked at me and said "Do you still do that?"
I said "Only when I don't have my gun."
She looked at me and said "You're serious aren't you?"
I said "Serious as a heart attack in church."
She said "I have seen you before, you are young but you seem so confident.
You walk with purpose."
I really looked at her then.
She was about 35 with short hair and a grown woman's ass.
But there was something else about here.
The music bumped and I asked her what she was drinking.
She said gin and juice and I ordered her one.
Clairmont's wife brought it to the table and made small talk.
Checking the competition out.
She left and the woman told me her name.
It was Susan but everybody called her Sue.
She worked for the state... The division of something or other.
She asked me what I did and I said "I make things happen."
She looked at me and said "What does that mean?"
I laughed "Do you really want to know the details?"
"No."
I said good and asked her why was she there by herself.
She looked at me and said "Cause I wanted to meet you."
That kinda hit me hard.
"Why."
"Cause I do. Now let's drink and talk."
An hour later we were looking into each others eyes and I knew it was bout to go down.
She excused herself and went to the bathroom and I paid my tab.
Clairmont's son gave me dap and was all in my business " Fuck that shit up sun."
He was raised in New York.
Sue came out and he watched her ass as she walked to the door of the club and waited.
I dapped him up again and walked to where she was.
Her car was parked in the back of the club in a dark spot and it was a big body Impala.
We got in and she leaned over the seat and kissed me and all hell broke loose.
I slid my hand under her dress and pulled her panties to the side.
She moaned and I slid two fingers in.
She was unclamping my Dickies and when my dick came out she looked at it and tryed to wrap her hand around it.
She couldn't.
I kissed her nipples and she cried out.
She pushed me back and kissed the head of my dick and sucked it in.
She tried to swallow it all but couldn't.
I pushed her back and held her feet as I slid my dick in.
She scratched my chest and screamed as I fucked her.
"Get this pussy!"
I obliged her.
All of a sudden she started chanting "Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!
She scrambled from under me and said look as she rubbed her clit furiously.
When she came it was a flood and it splashed her and me.
That shit turned me on so much I grabbed her and fucked her rough.
I turned her over and fucked her from behind and as she came again I shot off in het pussy we collapsed and she said "My husband can't fuck me like that."
I saw a shadow on the window as someone moved away and raised my head as I wiped the window.
It was Clairmont's wife.
I looked at Sue.
We was gonna have to work this out cause this was good pussy.
When I looked in her eyes I knew she felt the same.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY