Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 9:42:31 GMT -6
He shoots, he scores! This wasn’t your run of the mill Larry Bird jump shot to beat the buzzer, but more of a Wayne Gretzky, triple overtime winner in the cup finals. After securing my first victory in New Edge, despite being away for a couple years, I’ve got another chance. Another opportunity to prove why Jarek Whitaker’s main ingredient isn’t flashy lights, slick dance moves, or a black book filled with the numbers of...well... Big black women. No siree Bob, this was round two, of chapter two..and at Ignite, I’d get to showcase talents which weren’t given to me through genetics or as a hand-me-down by an older Brother who couldn’t sport them anymore..but instead, through years of rigorous training. Yep, that’s right. Wrasslin’..
And if this stupid bitch would shut her cock pocket for five minutes, I could focus on my upcoming match at Ignite. You’d think Cookie would let me have some time to myself. You know, soak my ass in a nice hot bath, maybe plop down on a king sized bed, rocking the birthday suit like John Rambo the ‘Commando’. Put a big ass ice pack on my testicles. Those oh so precious family jewels that a psychotic piece of bitch named Cera almost ruined a few weeks ago. I should so file a lawsuit against her ass for making one permanently bigger than the other. Does she realize how difficult it is to thrust from an angle? Erm..anywho. Back to Cookie. She wouldn’t let me celebrate my victory. Wouldn’t let me nurse my swollen balls. Nope, instead, she was on the damn warpath.
It was all thanks to my appearance at Kamikaze, in Japan. It was there, on the night of the event, that I met someone who just might rival my dear old Cookie. This woman was bigger, blacker.. uh.. hooder? Yeah, it works. She, quite honestly, put my valet with the biggest backside on the block, to shame. What’s worse is, she saw me backstage..started drooling all over herself, and pretty much Warren Sapp’d me. Sparkles, huh? Nice name, wanna bang? That’s what I wanted to say, but those thunder thighs put a spell on me. I couldn’t say a damned word. That is, until she handed me her address, and her number.. Said she was living on some campus in Tennessee. So I didn’t hesitate. I stuffed that shit in my pocket quicker than a fat bitch falling off a tricycle.
Boy was that a fucking mistake! Later that night, I get back to the hotel, get undressed..say hello to Vanilla Thunder before hopping in the shower. After a thorough cleansing of the man meat, I’d step out, only to find Cookie standing there with the paper in her hand. The bitch was glaring at me like I just ate the last Ding Dong (No pun intended)..so here we are..
Driving for the past several hours, on our way to pay Sparkles a visit. And all because Cookie wants to give her a piece of a her mind, and from what I gather, a piece of her left hook. Let this be a lesson to anyone who settles down, somewhat, with an overweight black woman that has a short fuse. If you’re gonna be unfaithful, don’t leave numbers in your pant pocket. You will get caught..and she will think you’re a dumbass.
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I’m the one driving this piece of crap hoopdee? Must be my punishment for wanting to spread my seed all over this fat, cellulite riddled ass cheeks? Ah well, you reap what you sow. Maybe I could dump Cookie off at Taco Bell or something? Go pay Miss Sparkles a visit. Introduce her to the Italian Meat Hammer? AND MOTHERFUCKER...STOP SINGING IN MY EAR WHILE I’M DRIVING! Yep, sho’ nuff. Cookie was leaning across the seat, singing along with Gwen Stefani’s “Holla Back”.. But of course, to me it sounded more like two cats fighting over a synthesizer. Bitch was as tone deaf as they come. On the plus, however, is the fact that we had reached this God forsaken state and weren’t too far from our destination.
“DIS SHIT IS BANANAS! B, A, N, A, N, A, S!!” Thanks, Cookie. Pretty sure my ear drum is toast. Sure hope our windshield holds up.. Jarek leaned closer to his own window, trying to avoid her banshee like screaming. But with each inch that he moved, she moved in closer too. Until, thankfully, the song ended as the radio station took a brief commercial break. He took this opportunity to turn the volume down.
“You know, baby doll..I have a pretty big match that I should be training for right now.” There it was again. That ‘YOU ATE THE LAST SLICE OF PIE’ Glare. “I got yo’ baby doll, with ya’ ole’ crooked nose wearin ass mofucka’.” She replied. Thank Jeeves Jarek can understand Ebonics. “You betta’ just keep the pedal to the metal, white boy. Me and dis’ bitch bout’ to have it out! Ratchet ass hoe tryna’ take my Vanilla Thunder...hell naw! Bout’ to show that skeez how we run dis’ shit up in Brooklyn!”
See what the poor sap gets for trying to be nice in this situation? Anyhow, after hours of the same shit, in the same toilet, they had arrived. Cookie opened her door first, sort of wiggling her way out of the hoop ride as Jarek hesitated to get out. She was pissed, and he knew it..and there was no way in hell he was getting anywhere near her in this state of mind. A car Jarek could deal with. Her movement was limited. But out in the open, she’s as deadly as a charging Elephant in the wild.
“Oh fuck me running..” Yep, there was Sparkles. Walking out of the building where her dorm was located, dressed like she was ready to party, or beat someone’s ass. “I’ll be in the car, honey. You handle that ‘bidness’.” Cookie turned back, glaring at him again, this time for his cowardice. “Naw, get yo’ saltine shaded ass up out the whip.”
“Bitch, who is you?” Sparkles shouted from across the way as she started over toward the car. Cookie looked away from Jarek to lock eyes with Sparkles. “Who is me? Who is you, hoe?!” The two started to walk to each other.. Damn what has he done? These poor kids, busy studying in their dorm, or having an epic frat party, about to get interrupted by two bulls who are about to demolish their surroundings like a damned China shop.
“Ain’t you that dirty ass skank tryna’ steal my man?” Cookie and Sparkles were now face to face. Sparkles retorted with “Well, shit bitch..If yo’ pussy didn’t smell like a dead skunk’s asshole, maybe he wouldn’t be lookin’ for dat’ good ish, ya’ dig?”
“Who you callin’ stanky, with ya’ halitosis breath having ass mofucka!” Cookie shoved Sparkles, but she hardly budged. Meanwhile, Jarek didn’t know what to do. A part of him said to get out, and break it up before the ground beneath them gets seriously hurt. But by the same token, he knew better. Just like we aren’t supposed to try and break up two dogs fighting, we DEFINITELY don’t get in between two sistas. As if things couldn’t get any worse, the thought of who his opponent was at Ignite had just smacked him upside the head.
Bobby Backdoor, a rainbow chaser turned religious, who can’t stand being told no at McDonalds...who gets offended when he receives weird looks by Koreans, and makes it a personal mission to show them his genitals...and who also hates New Edge. If Jarek could avoid the penis grabbing, butt hole stabbing antics long enough to pin him, maybe he can put the guy out of his misery? Sure...maybe once upon a time Jarek Whitaker took a bath with Shane Sparx, and hey..maybe they even used a bottle of herpe lotion, thinking it would take their STD’s away, or at least make them less obvious. And who knows? Maybe he enjoyed it a bit too much? But he ain’t gay. Jarek’s happy gay, but he definitely ain’t GAY gay.
Truth of the matter is, that Backdoor guy shouldn’t be taken lightly, regardless of what his sexual preferences are. He beat LA Kief, who’s as queer as a three dollar bill, but that fatty can Wrassle with the best of them. Bobby won, so Jarek would have to be prepared for Backdoor, and I mean the fucking wrestler, not Greek Style, damnit! No way in hell would he be catching!
Snapping out of his contemplation, something seemed off. The screaming and third grade insults had stopped. As he glanced up from the safety of this death trap he was in, Jarek realized.. Cookie and Sparkles were now making small talk. Yes, progress is always good! He’d better stay put for a little longer. No telling when one of them would cross the line.
“Awww gurl, you know you ain’t lyin! Dat’ man does have a body on him! And dat’ muscular ass, oh snap!” Cookie exclaimed, while pointing back to Jarek. Score, she was talking him up nice and good. Sparkles looked beyond Cookie, giving Jare a wink with a smile. She then turned her attention back to his wingman er... Main squeeze, if you can imagine Jarek getting his arms around her, that is. “He sho’ does look tasty. We should go get some yum yum good good. There a Macdonalds up the road.”
Cookie’s eyes lit up. “Macdonalds?! I luv me some cheeseburger! Les’ go!” FAT WOMEN CHARGING THE CAR! DAMAGE IMMINENT! Hah, just Joshin. If these oversized babes wanted some eats, he wasn’t about to disappoint. Just hope they remember to open the door instead of crashing through the frame. It was bad enough that Jarek was driving this heap of shit to begin with.
Cookie got into the car first, followed by Sparkles who flopped into the back seat, causing the “G-Ride” to lean to the right, as if we had switches in this bitch. She laughed nervously, then slid to the other side to even the weight out. Jare peeked through the rear view mirror, getting an eyeful of those flesh pumpkins as he greeted her with. “Heya, Sparkles. Good to see you again.”
Cake thief glare, courtesy of Cookie. “Ya’ want me to drive so you can get yo’ rocks off in the back, mofucka?” Pie swindling glare, from Sparkles in the back. “I ain’t no hoe, hoe!” Shit..here we go again.
To make an extremely long story short..they pulled back into the dormitory’s parking lot, bags full of McDonalds lining the back seat..Jarek jumped out first, with a burger in his hand. He had never indulged like this before. Training had always come first, and he never thought to treat himself to what we in the business of G.T.L. refer to as a cheat day. It was fucking good. Now he understood why these women were fat. How can anybody turn down something so delish? Cookie and Sparkles got out next, each carrying a bag of food.
They made their way into the building, up the stairs, down the hall a ways, and into the room. Upon entering, Jarek instantly noticed a framed picture sitting on a dresser. “Holy shit, I know that dude!” he exclaimed as Sparkles placed her bag of cheeseburgers down on the computer desk and turned to him. “Aww yeah, he a cute mofucka’ too, ain’t he? Das’ Blitz Price.” Cookie interjected “Naw, he ight...be he ain’t got shit on Jare-Bear. Dat’ boy got the goods to go all night, ya’ feel me?” Cookie said, while shoveling a burger into her mouth.
Both women sat on the lower bunk, right by each other. The continued to eat as Jarek sort of paced back and forth, then realized how exhausted he was from the drive out, so he took a seat in the chair that went to the computer desk.
Out of left field, Cookie and Sparkles started to make out. Those big lips on another pair of big lips. “Hell yeah, now this is what I’m talking about!” Jarek leaned back in the chair slightly, shoving his left hand down his pants as he started to wake up his terrible trio. That’s when the last thing he expected to happen, but damn sure dreamt about, actually did happen.
“Hey, white boy..Get yo’ ass over here and get some of this luvin.” Cookie ordered and like an obedient little boy, he stood from the chair, undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He sat down in between them, kind of nervous about being the creme filling in the middle of a huge oreo cookie, but hey.. Trim is trim and Jarek was about to get his double on, you know? They ripped Jare’s shirt off, showcasing his chiseled abs. Cookie and Sparkles started to kiss Whitaker’s God like body as he leaned back against the wall, yet still sitting on the bottom bunk.
They continued to work their way down, making sure sure there wasn’t a single inch of his abdomen that wasn’t covered in their saliva. They yanked Jare’s boxer briefs off next and started to take turns inhaling his penis. Just hope they avoid the right testie. That one’s still a bit sensitive. Just to make sure, he moaned a bit, then warned them.. “Hope you know, I can only hit from the left.” Sparkles looked up at him while Cookie was busy polishing his rod. “Aw boy, you can hit dis’ anyway you want..” Cookie let Jarek’s cock slide out of her mouth with a pop, then she added..”We got you, babe.”
He was going to fuck them so hard.. They had no idea, although it was hard for him not to spray their face with man sauce..the pleasure of two women sharing Jare’s sausage was starting to overwhelm him. He gently grabbed hold of Cookie and Sparkles heads as his eyes rolled into the back of his own.
BIG FUCKING MISTAKE! They both stopped what they were doing and jumped up in a heap. “Hell naw! You just touch my weave, nigguh?!” Sparkles shouted first. Cookie expressed her disdain next.. “Mofucka, ya’ know you can’t touch a sista’s doo! Is you crazy, honkey?!”
“I’m sorry... I uh..I didn’t know?” he tried to explain while standing up. But both were offended beyond belief. They looked like their programming had changed from suck Jarek’s pole good mode to kill a cracker mode. Jarek quickly put his pants back on, wanting to avoid anymore incidents where his private parts become the target.
All of a sudden, they were back in each other’s face. “Who said yo’ ass can talk to Jare like dat, bitch?” Sparkles threw her arms up in response. “Bitch you in my room! Ya’ better recognize!” Damn, guess he didn’t dodge a bullet after all? Both turned to glare at him. Pie swindling/cake thieving glare combination! Think Jarek was about to get killed, so in a last ditch effort..he ran for the bag of burgers.
“Fuck that!” He yelled, while grabbed a cheeseburger...the last one remaining..and took a stance as if he had just pulled the pin from a grenade. Jarek hurled it across the small room as it landed right between them. “Das’ my burger, hoe!” Cookie dove for it as her impacting with the floor sounded like an earthquake. Sparkles jumped on top of her. “Naw skank, I paid for dat’ shit!” They continued their epic duel over the burger as Whitaker crept out of the dorm and headed back for the car they used to get here in the beginning.
“Jeez, bro.. Sometimes I wonder why my standards are that low. I mean, you truly haven’t lived until you’ve boofed a home girl..but seriously, I think I may change my approach a bit. Unlike New Edge where..”
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jarek had reached the entrance to the dorm. After taking a seat on the bottom step, he continued.
“Nothing needs to be altered. Perhaps I’ll need to be a bit more cautious than usual against Backdoor, since I’m not sure if he’ll put me in a headlock or try to fingerpop my brown eye. But generally speaking, no changes are needed. I’m a talented motherfucker, Bobby. See, let me give you the run down, bro-hamburglar.”
Jarek wiped some of the saliva off his chest.
“Something you need to know about me, Jarek Whitaker. See, you can beat me to a bloody pulp. Beat me down, Bobby. Beat me down some more. Take me out of the fight, but quite frankly, it doesn’t matter because I’ll keep being in the fight, bitch!”
He said with a straight face, but then cracked. Whitaker slapped his knees as he started to laugh uncontrollably.
“Sorry, amigo. Just paying tribute. All jokes aside, I know of your success. I’ve seen the tapes. You’re well scouted, bud..and I very seriously doubt you’ve done the opposite when it comes to me. You know I’m something like a movement here in the Edge that isn’t all too NEW. I make winning look good, Backdoor. I scale mountains normal men can’t climb. You’ll need far more than a grappling hook, or in your case, a meat hook, to hang with me. And while you may have a big penis compared to confused foreigners in an airport, but I assure you...With Cera’s warhammer as my witness, my balls are HUGE compared to yours. I’ve got medical documents to prove it! See you in Chicago, cupcake.”
That being said, Whitaker exited the building from the same door he had entered recently. He started for the car as out of nowhere he heard glass shattering. Jare looked in the direction of the ruckus, just in time to see one of the beds go flying out the window, followed by more arguing from Sparkles in Cookie. The bed smashed against the lawn of the dorm, breaking into several pieces. Whitaker grinned slightly, then shook his head as he walked over to the car and got in.
Bottom line is, he didn’t have time to mess with crazy sista’s fighting over the last Cheeseburger. Well, what they THOUGHT was the last one. Jarek glanced over at the passenger seat, and there on the floorboard, rested a bag of untouched food. Fries, Burgers, might even be a couple of apple turnovers in that shit. He snatched the bag and put the car into reverse, driving off the lot and back on the road again.
“Fast food? Just another Guilty Pleasure..”
He needed to get back to Chicago as soon as this Hoopdee he was driving would allow. The most important aspect of his life awaited. And it wasn’t night clubs or orgies with obese women. It was professional Wrestling. It was New Edge.
- Fade
And if this stupid bitch would shut her cock pocket for five minutes, I could focus on my upcoming match at Ignite. You’d think Cookie would let me have some time to myself. You know, soak my ass in a nice hot bath, maybe plop down on a king sized bed, rocking the birthday suit like John Rambo the ‘Commando’. Put a big ass ice pack on my testicles. Those oh so precious family jewels that a psychotic piece of bitch named Cera almost ruined a few weeks ago. I should so file a lawsuit against her ass for making one permanently bigger than the other. Does she realize how difficult it is to thrust from an angle? Erm..anywho. Back to Cookie. She wouldn’t let me celebrate my victory. Wouldn’t let me nurse my swollen balls. Nope, instead, she was on the damn warpath.
It was all thanks to my appearance at Kamikaze, in Japan. It was there, on the night of the event, that I met someone who just might rival my dear old Cookie. This woman was bigger, blacker.. uh.. hooder? Yeah, it works. She, quite honestly, put my valet with the biggest backside on the block, to shame. What’s worse is, she saw me backstage..started drooling all over herself, and pretty much Warren Sapp’d me. Sparkles, huh? Nice name, wanna bang? That’s what I wanted to say, but those thunder thighs put a spell on me. I couldn’t say a damned word. That is, until she handed me her address, and her number.. Said she was living on some campus in Tennessee. So I didn’t hesitate. I stuffed that shit in my pocket quicker than a fat bitch falling off a tricycle.
Boy was that a fucking mistake! Later that night, I get back to the hotel, get undressed..say hello to Vanilla Thunder before hopping in the shower. After a thorough cleansing of the man meat, I’d step out, only to find Cookie standing there with the paper in her hand. The bitch was glaring at me like I just ate the last Ding Dong (No pun intended)..so here we are..
Driving for the past several hours, on our way to pay Sparkles a visit. And all because Cookie wants to give her a piece of a her mind, and from what I gather, a piece of her left hook. Let this be a lesson to anyone who settles down, somewhat, with an overweight black woman that has a short fuse. If you’re gonna be unfaithful, don’t leave numbers in your pant pocket. You will get caught..and she will think you’re a dumbass.
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I’m the one driving this piece of crap hoopdee? Must be my punishment for wanting to spread my seed all over this fat, cellulite riddled ass cheeks? Ah well, you reap what you sow. Maybe I could dump Cookie off at Taco Bell or something? Go pay Miss Sparkles a visit. Introduce her to the Italian Meat Hammer? AND MOTHERFUCKER...STOP SINGING IN MY EAR WHILE I’M DRIVING! Yep, sho’ nuff. Cookie was leaning across the seat, singing along with Gwen Stefani’s “Holla Back”.. But of course, to me it sounded more like two cats fighting over a synthesizer. Bitch was as tone deaf as they come. On the plus, however, is the fact that we had reached this God forsaken state and weren’t too far from our destination.
“DIS SHIT IS BANANAS! B, A, N, A, N, A, S!!” Thanks, Cookie. Pretty sure my ear drum is toast. Sure hope our windshield holds up.. Jarek leaned closer to his own window, trying to avoid her banshee like screaming. But with each inch that he moved, she moved in closer too. Until, thankfully, the song ended as the radio station took a brief commercial break. He took this opportunity to turn the volume down.
“You know, baby doll..I have a pretty big match that I should be training for right now.” There it was again. That ‘YOU ATE THE LAST SLICE OF PIE’ Glare. “I got yo’ baby doll, with ya’ ole’ crooked nose wearin ass mofucka’.” She replied. Thank Jeeves Jarek can understand Ebonics. “You betta’ just keep the pedal to the metal, white boy. Me and dis’ bitch bout’ to have it out! Ratchet ass hoe tryna’ take my Vanilla Thunder...hell naw! Bout’ to show that skeez how we run dis’ shit up in Brooklyn!”
See what the poor sap gets for trying to be nice in this situation? Anyhow, after hours of the same shit, in the same toilet, they had arrived. Cookie opened her door first, sort of wiggling her way out of the hoop ride as Jarek hesitated to get out. She was pissed, and he knew it..and there was no way in hell he was getting anywhere near her in this state of mind. A car Jarek could deal with. Her movement was limited. But out in the open, she’s as deadly as a charging Elephant in the wild.
“Bitch, who is you?” Sparkles shouted from across the way as she started over toward the car. Cookie looked away from Jarek to lock eyes with Sparkles. “Who is me? Who is you, hoe?!” The two started to walk to each other.. Damn what has he done? These poor kids, busy studying in their dorm, or having an epic frat party, about to get interrupted by two bulls who are about to demolish their surroundings like a damned China shop.
“Ain’t you that dirty ass skank tryna’ steal my man?” Cookie and Sparkles were now face to face. Sparkles retorted with “Well, shit bitch..If yo’ pussy didn’t smell like a dead skunk’s asshole, maybe he wouldn’t be lookin’ for dat’ good ish, ya’ dig?”
“Who you callin’ stanky, with ya’ halitosis breath having ass mofucka!” Cookie shoved Sparkles, but she hardly budged. Meanwhile, Jarek didn’t know what to do. A part of him said to get out, and break it up before the ground beneath them gets seriously hurt. But by the same token, he knew better. Just like we aren’t supposed to try and break up two dogs fighting, we DEFINITELY don’t get in between two sistas. As if things couldn’t get any worse, the thought of who his opponent was at Ignite had just smacked him upside the head.
Bobby Backdoor, a rainbow chaser turned religious, who can’t stand being told no at McDonalds...who gets offended when he receives weird looks by Koreans, and makes it a personal mission to show them his genitals...and who also hates New Edge. If Jarek could avoid the penis grabbing, butt hole stabbing antics long enough to pin him, maybe he can put the guy out of his misery? Sure...maybe once upon a time Jarek Whitaker took a bath with Shane Sparx, and hey..maybe they even used a bottle of herpe lotion, thinking it would take their STD’s away, or at least make them less obvious. And who knows? Maybe he enjoyed it a bit too much? But he ain’t gay. Jarek’s happy gay, but he definitely ain’t GAY gay.
Truth of the matter is, that Backdoor guy shouldn’t be taken lightly, regardless of what his sexual preferences are. He beat LA Kief, who’s as queer as a three dollar bill, but that fatty can Wrassle with the best of them. Bobby won, so Jarek would have to be prepared for Backdoor, and I mean the fucking wrestler, not Greek Style, damnit! No way in hell would he be catching!
Snapping out of his contemplation, something seemed off. The screaming and third grade insults had stopped. As he glanced up from the safety of this death trap he was in, Jarek realized.. Cookie and Sparkles were now making small talk. Yes, progress is always good! He’d better stay put for a little longer. No telling when one of them would cross the line.
“Awww gurl, you know you ain’t lyin! Dat’ man does have a body on him! And dat’ muscular ass, oh snap!” Cookie exclaimed, while pointing back to Jarek. Score, she was talking him up nice and good. Sparkles looked beyond Cookie, giving Jare a wink with a smile. She then turned her attention back to his wingman er... Main squeeze, if you can imagine Jarek getting his arms around her, that is. “He sho’ does look tasty. We should go get some yum yum good good. There a Macdonalds up the road.”
Cookie’s eyes lit up. “Macdonalds?! I luv me some cheeseburger! Les’ go!” FAT WOMEN CHARGING THE CAR! DAMAGE IMMINENT! Hah, just Joshin. If these oversized babes wanted some eats, he wasn’t about to disappoint. Just hope they remember to open the door instead of crashing through the frame. It was bad enough that Jarek was driving this heap of shit to begin with.
Cookie got into the car first, followed by Sparkles who flopped into the back seat, causing the “G-Ride” to lean to the right, as if we had switches in this bitch. She laughed nervously, then slid to the other side to even the weight out. Jare peeked through the rear view mirror, getting an eyeful of those flesh pumpkins as he greeted her with. “Heya, Sparkles. Good to see you again.”
Cake thief glare, courtesy of Cookie. “Ya’ want me to drive so you can get yo’ rocks off in the back, mofucka?” Pie swindling glare, from Sparkles in the back. “I ain’t no hoe, hoe!” Shit..here we go again.
To make an extremely long story short..they pulled back into the dormitory’s parking lot, bags full of McDonalds lining the back seat..Jarek jumped out first, with a burger in his hand. He had never indulged like this before. Training had always come first, and he never thought to treat himself to what we in the business of G.T.L. refer to as a cheat day. It was fucking good. Now he understood why these women were fat. How can anybody turn down something so delish? Cookie and Sparkles got out next, each carrying a bag of food.
They made their way into the building, up the stairs, down the hall a ways, and into the room. Upon entering, Jarek instantly noticed a framed picture sitting on a dresser. “Holy shit, I know that dude!” he exclaimed as Sparkles placed her bag of cheeseburgers down on the computer desk and turned to him. “Aww yeah, he a cute mofucka’ too, ain’t he? Das’ Blitz Price.” Cookie interjected “Naw, he ight...be he ain’t got shit on Jare-Bear. Dat’ boy got the goods to go all night, ya’ feel me?” Cookie said, while shoveling a burger into her mouth.
Both women sat on the lower bunk, right by each other. The continued to eat as Jarek sort of paced back and forth, then realized how exhausted he was from the drive out, so he took a seat in the chair that went to the computer desk.
Out of left field, Cookie and Sparkles started to make out. Those big lips on another pair of big lips. “Hell yeah, now this is what I’m talking about!” Jarek leaned back in the chair slightly, shoving his left hand down his pants as he started to wake up his terrible trio. That’s when the last thing he expected to happen, but damn sure dreamt about, actually did happen.
“Hey, white boy..Get yo’ ass over here and get some of this luvin.” Cookie ordered and like an obedient little boy, he stood from the chair, undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He sat down in between them, kind of nervous about being the creme filling in the middle of a huge oreo cookie, but hey.. Trim is trim and Jarek was about to get his double on, you know? They ripped Jare’s shirt off, showcasing his chiseled abs. Cookie and Sparkles started to kiss Whitaker’s God like body as he leaned back against the wall, yet still sitting on the bottom bunk.
They continued to work their way down, making sure sure there wasn’t a single inch of his abdomen that wasn’t covered in their saliva. They yanked Jare’s boxer briefs off next and started to take turns inhaling his penis. Just hope they avoid the right testie. That one’s still a bit sensitive. Just to make sure, he moaned a bit, then warned them.. “Hope you know, I can only hit from the left.” Sparkles looked up at him while Cookie was busy polishing his rod. “Aw boy, you can hit dis’ anyway you want..” Cookie let Jarek’s cock slide out of her mouth with a pop, then she added..”We got you, babe.”
He was going to fuck them so hard.. They had no idea, although it was hard for him not to spray their face with man sauce..the pleasure of two women sharing Jare’s sausage was starting to overwhelm him. He gently grabbed hold of Cookie and Sparkles heads as his eyes rolled into the back of his own.
BIG FUCKING MISTAKE! They both stopped what they were doing and jumped up in a heap. “Hell naw! You just touch my weave, nigguh?!” Sparkles shouted first. Cookie expressed her disdain next.. “Mofucka, ya’ know you can’t touch a sista’s doo! Is you crazy, honkey?!”
“I’m sorry... I uh..I didn’t know?” he tried to explain while standing up. But both were offended beyond belief. They looked like their programming had changed from suck Jarek’s pole good mode to kill a cracker mode. Jarek quickly put his pants back on, wanting to avoid anymore incidents where his private parts become the target.
All of a sudden, they were back in each other’s face. “Who said yo’ ass can talk to Jare like dat, bitch?” Sparkles threw her arms up in response. “Bitch you in my room! Ya’ better recognize!” Damn, guess he didn’t dodge a bullet after all? Both turned to glare at him. Pie swindling/cake thieving glare combination! Think Jarek was about to get killed, so in a last ditch effort..he ran for the bag of burgers.
“Fuck that!” He yelled, while grabbed a cheeseburger...the last one remaining..and took a stance as if he had just pulled the pin from a grenade. Jarek hurled it across the small room as it landed right between them. “Das’ my burger, hoe!” Cookie dove for it as her impacting with the floor sounded like an earthquake. Sparkles jumped on top of her. “Naw skank, I paid for dat’ shit!” They continued their epic duel over the burger as Whitaker crept out of the dorm and headed back for the car they used to get here in the beginning.
“Jeez, bro.. Sometimes I wonder why my standards are that low. I mean, you truly haven’t lived until you’ve boofed a home girl..but seriously, I think I may change my approach a bit. Unlike New Edge where..”
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jarek had reached the entrance to the dorm. After taking a seat on the bottom step, he continued.
“Nothing needs to be altered. Perhaps I’ll need to be a bit more cautious than usual against Backdoor, since I’m not sure if he’ll put me in a headlock or try to fingerpop my brown eye. But generally speaking, no changes are needed. I’m a talented motherfucker, Bobby. See, let me give you the run down, bro-hamburglar.”
Jarek wiped some of the saliva off his chest.
“Something you need to know about me, Jarek Whitaker. See, you can beat me to a bloody pulp. Beat me down, Bobby. Beat me down some more. Take me out of the fight, but quite frankly, it doesn’t matter because I’ll keep being in the fight, bitch!”
He said with a straight face, but then cracked. Whitaker slapped his knees as he started to laugh uncontrollably.
“Sorry, amigo. Just paying tribute. All jokes aside, I know of your success. I’ve seen the tapes. You’re well scouted, bud..and I very seriously doubt you’ve done the opposite when it comes to me. You know I’m something like a movement here in the Edge that isn’t all too NEW. I make winning look good, Backdoor. I scale mountains normal men can’t climb. You’ll need far more than a grappling hook, or in your case, a meat hook, to hang with me. And while you may have a big penis compared to confused foreigners in an airport, but I assure you...With Cera’s warhammer as my witness, my balls are HUGE compared to yours. I’ve got medical documents to prove it! See you in Chicago, cupcake.”
That being said, Whitaker exited the building from the same door he had entered recently. He started for the car as out of nowhere he heard glass shattering. Jare looked in the direction of the ruckus, just in time to see one of the beds go flying out the window, followed by more arguing from Sparkles in Cookie. The bed smashed against the lawn of the dorm, breaking into several pieces. Whitaker grinned slightly, then shook his head as he walked over to the car and got in.
Bottom line is, he didn’t have time to mess with crazy sista’s fighting over the last Cheeseburger. Well, what they THOUGHT was the last one. Jarek glanced over at the passenger seat, and there on the floorboard, rested a bag of untouched food. Fries, Burgers, might even be a couple of apple turnovers in that shit. He snatched the bag and put the car into reverse, driving off the lot and back on the road again.
“Fast food? Just another Guilty Pleasure..”
He needed to get back to Chicago as soon as this Hoopdee he was driving would allow. The most important aspect of his life awaited. And it wasn’t night clubs or orgies with obese women. It was professional Wrestling. It was New Edge.
- Fade