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“You're about to spew it all over me. I can feel it,” Jasmine said as she hiked her ass in the air a little more.

“Oh fuck. That's it. Time for the money shot.” Travis howled like a wolf barking at the moon as he quickly removed the condom, jerked on himself and spewed a fair amount of cum all over Jasmine's ass and back. Then she saw him collapse and rest on his back. Jasmine flipped over, crawled down to his dick and sucked the rest of his load out.

“Oh damn, damn, damn,” Travis wailed as his body trembled.
Once Jasmine was sure that he was drained, she mounted him and began kissing him passionately. She pulled away from him and looked down at him, pleased with her conquest. His skin glistened with sweat and she could tell that he was completely focused on her.

“Are you ready for round two?” he asked.

“Oh, you've got it like that?”

“Damn right I do,” Travis said as he craned his neck upward and began sucking on her erect chocolate nipples.

“What are you trying to do to me?” Jasmine asked, cradling the back of his head.

“Drive you crazy,” Travis answered as he felt his manhood come alive again. He rested flat on his back once again. “Reach down and put it back in, I'm ready for you to ride me now.”

Jasmine smiled as she placed the palm of her right hand on his chest. She gazed deeply into his eyes and attempted to read his thoughts.

“You want to know what I feel like without a condom on, don't you?”

“You know I do,” Travis answered as he flexed his buttocks muscles together, signaling his readiness for her. Jasmine glanced down at his sexy, silky, brown cock and tossed caution to the wind. She had to admit to herself that she wanted to feel him as well. She took hold of his dick and stroked it again until it was unquestionably firm. She took him inside of her mouth and savored the taste of him. She cooed as she sucked and wet his Stallion with her saliva.

“Oh, damn,” Travis said as he got lost in the rapture of sexual bliss.

“Your chocolate dick looks extra delicious now that it's all wet,” Jasmine said as she lightly raked her fingernails over his balls.
Travis shivered as the orgasmic sensation washed over him like a glorious wave of untamed energy.

“I need to feel you now!” Travis demanded that she stop teasing him and give him what he wanted.

“Okay, but I'm going to turn my back to you and ride you reverse cowgirl style.”

“That's what I fucking talking about,” Travis said excitedly. Jasmine got into position and gave him the ride of his life.

After leaving the office late Monday evening, Travis called Alex to see how he was doing, but all he got was his voicemail. He left a message for him to give him a jingle the first chance he got.

When Travis bailed him out of jail a few days earlier, it was for prostitution. Somehow an undercover law enforcement unit got on the list. An undercover female agent called Alex to request a meeting. When Alex showed up at the W Hotel, he went to the room the woman had given him. The undercover agent asked what was on his menu of services. Alex ran down a list of pleasures and his prices ranging from a body massage to bondage. The agent simply said she wanted her pussy eaten and Alex told her it could cost her three-hundred dollars for one hour. When he accepted the cash, that's when the other cops rushed into the room and arrested him.

“This little incident has fucked me up, man,” Alex said to him once the police released him. “I was supposed to fly to Miami today at seven a.m., but obviously that's not going to happen.”

“Why were you going around calling yourself a gigolo in the first place?” Travis asked as they exited the police station.

“I'm hurting for money and needed some extra cash,” he explained.

“How are you hurting for money? You don't have an ex-wife and kids who are draining you dry. I thought you were doing well.”

Alex didn't answer Travis right away. Once they got to Travis's car and got situated, Alex decided to talk. “I'm in deep gambling debt.”

“How deep?” Travis asked.

“Half a million dollars,” Alex said.

“How in the fuck did you get into that much debt, man?” Travis didn't understand how it was possible to accumulate so much liability.

“I didn't do it all at once. I'd win big, but then lose even bigger. Then I started borrowing money from people to support my addiction.”

“How did you even get started?” Travis asked, looking for a reasonable explanation.

“I've been gambling a long time, Travis. Ever since…” Alex paused, then laughed because he'd just had an epiphany. “My uncle, King Solomon, got me into it. I got into the game because of him. He used to take me around to the casinos and poker games in the back room of neighborhood bars. I wasn't even supposed to be in those places but there I was—standing in a corner of the room watching and learning. King Solomon showed me a lifestyle that was so much more fun and exciting than my own. It was fast paced and edgy and thrilling. Looking back on it, I idolized him more than I did my father.” Travis released a low laugh as he thought about those days. “I only let you know certain things, Travis. The parts of my life you didn't need to know about, I kept from you. There are still a lot of things you don't know or fully understand.”

“Let me get something out of the way real quick. Am I going to get my money back?” Travis asked.

“Yeah, I've got you covered,” Alex answered.

“I don't believe you, man. It sounds like you need to get some help for your addiction.”

“I'm not addicted and don't ever say that to me again!” Alex was extremely touchy about being accused of having a problem. “Travis, you're going to get your money back. I promise you. I've just got to get my shit in order first.”

“It sounds like your shit is fucked up beyond repair. You're not doing a good job of handling your business.”

“I'm handling my motherfucking business just fine!” Alex snapped.

“Look, I'm your boy. We've been friends for a long time and I thought I really knew you. I didn't realize you had a secret side.”

“Don't give me that
I didn't know
bull. You know who Hatcher is and what he does. And you know that I do him favors.”

“What is the deal with you and that guy? How did you even get involved with him?” Travis asked.

“You don't want to know,” Alex said.

“Yes I do. You at least owe me that much now that I've bailed you out of jail.”

Alex turned his attention away from Travis who could sense that he really didn't want to discuss this with him.

“Look, man. You're like a brother to me. We're family. I'd do anything for you and I know you'd do the same for me. I've always had your back.”

“I know that, man. The shit I'm involved with is just complicated. Have you ever held onto something that was eating away at you inside? You want to tell somebody, but it's too hard because you have to face the truth. It's difficult to take a critical look at your
self and see all of the mistakes you've made and all of the fucked-up situations you've allowed yourself to get into.”

“Yeah, I know how that is. Tell you what. I have something that I need to tell you that's probably going to piss you off. I've wanted to tell you for a little while now, but I just couldn't.”

“Aww man, please don't tell me you're on the down low or some wild shit like that, because I don't want to know.” Travis waved his hand as if he were swatting a fly.

“You know motherfucking well that I'm not on the down low. Why would you say some shit like that to me, man?”

“I'm sorry. I guess being locked up has my head all fucked up,” Alex admitted.

“Then I won't tell you. I'll bring it up at a later time,” Travis said.

“No man, tell me. We're at a critical bridge in our relationship. We might as well cross the motherfucker. Let's just lay our cards on the table.”

“All right. There is no easy way to tell you this so I'm just going to say it. Remember that Jasmine chick you met a while back in New York?”

“Yeah. What about her?” Alex craned his neck to the left and glared intensely at Travis.

Travis hesitated about being forthcoming, but then decided it had to be done. “She's my new boss and I'm planning to hit that.”

“You motherfucker!” Alex punched Travis on the shoulder several times.

“Yo man, chill the hell out!” Travis said, fighting him off while trying to concentrate.

“How the hell did that happen?” Alex said in a disgusted tone.

“It just did, man. I had no clue that she was a chemist. When I went in for my interview, there she was. When I got the job, I tried to play it cool, but she came at me. And you know that I'm
not going to sit back and act like some funky motherfucker who didn't know how to handle himself.”

Alex remained quiet as he digested what Travis had just told him.

“I really don't see how you can be that upset because it's not like she's your ex-girlfriend, your sister or your mother. She was fair game, man.”

“Whatever, dawg.” Alex pouted like a spoiled child.

“Get over it, man. Let's not have a pissing contest about it or fall out like Nino Brown and G-Money did in the movie
New Jack City
.”

“You're right and I know you are. I'm still pissed about it, though.”

“Well, that's my secret. Now you know. I figured it's better than you coming to visit me and running into her wearing my college T-shirt as pajamas.”

“Okay. Let's just drop that conversation. I don't want to talk about it anymore,” Alex said.

“Dude, what do you want me to do? She and I are just kicking it.” Travis wanted Alex to say what was truly on his mind.

“There is nothing you can do,” Alex answered.

“Then can we squash it?” Travis held up his fist for a quick bump of acceptance.

“Yeah man,” Alex agreed and they bumped fists.

“So what are you going to do about your current situation? Did they give you a court date? How are you going to explain this to your employer? Did they call you and hear all of that gigolo stuff on your voicemail?”

“My employer doesn't have my cell number, just my home phone which is programmed to forward a message to my cell phone whenever I get a call. And yes, I have a court date, but I'm not going to show up,” Alex answered with a bravado of defiance.

“That's dumb. You'll end up in jail if you do that. I can call
around and help you find a good attorney. The judge may go easy on you since it's the first time you've been caught.”

“You're not listening to what I'm saying, Travis. I'm not going to court because I'm going to call in a favor. I'll have Hatcher McKean get me out of this.”

“Are you sure you want to do that? That may open up a can of worms that you don't want to deal with.”

“Travis, that can of worms has been open for a long time. Who do you think I owe the half a million dollars to?” Travis dropped his jaw. He was at a funny crossroads. He knew that Alex was involved with Hatcher, but he didn't know to what extent.

“You said we're like brothers and you wanted to know, right?” Alex was ready to bare his soul to his friend.

“Yes, I want to know,” Travis said.

“If I tell you this, the knowledge that you'll have can probably get you killed or indirectly involved in something you may not want to be a part of,” Alex warned.

“I just want to understand and perhaps help you if I can. I don't want to see you go to jail or get hurt. I have mad love for you, man. If you're caught up in something, I at least want to know what it is you're dealing with. Maybe I'll be able to think of something you haven't.”

“Okay.” Alex exhaled. “I got involved with Hatcher when we were in college ten years ago. He liked to gamble on college football games. We'd just won the Aloha Bowl and I scored the winning touchdown. I can still remember that day. There was only twenty seconds left on the clock and the game was tied. It was fourth and long and the coach gave us the ‘all or nothing' speech. I broke from the huddle and trotted out to my wide receiver position on the left side of the field. I was nervous as a virgin girl about to have sex for the first time. When the ball was snapped, I got around the defender and shot up the field. I cut
towards the middle of the playing field and held my hand up. I knew that if the ball didn't get to me quickly, I'd get sandwiched and that would be it for me. The quarterback cocked his arm and fired the ball at me like a missile chasing a target. I had to leap into the air to pull the ball down. As soon as I secured it, I got whacked but didn't fall. I turned my hips, raised my knees and turned on the jets. I ran down the field like my life depended on it. I dodged several more tackles but got tripped up just before I crossed the goal line. Instead of falling to my knees, I stretched my body out and crossed the goal line.”