Page 38 of Devil’s Disciples

He rubbed his jaw and gave me a serious look. “You know what they say about pussy, don’t you?”

“What’s that?”

“All puss is good puss, some’s just better than others.”

“I was trying to ask you a serious question. Never mind.”

A confused look washed over him. “What was the question?”

Cash was an integral part of the club, and my best friend. On the job, he was all business. A true professional. During the day-to-day course of living life, however, he had the attention span of a gnat.

“Focus, Cash.” I snapped my fingers twice in hope of gathering his attention. “Have you ever fucked a chick that had voodoo pussy?”

His eyes narrowed. “Voodoo pussy?”

“It’s the only way I know how to describe it. Little bitch has got the tightest little puss I’ve ever fucked. And, it’s not just tight, it’s…I don’t know. It’s like it casts a spell on my cock. I stay hard forever when I’m fucking her, and when I come it feels like I’m losing my fucking mind.”

“She got a narrow little waist and wide hips?”

Andy had a small waist and very wide hips. So far, he was batting a thousand. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“Got an ass like an apple?”

“Like an apple?”

He formed his hand into the shape of a ‘C’. “Is it shaped like this if you look at it from the side?”

“It is.”

“Short?”

I squinted. “Her ass?”

“No, motherfucker. The chick with the magic twat. Is she short?”

“I don’t know. Kind of. Maybe five foot three or something.”

He sat up straight and widened his eyes. “Twat the size of a dime, and deeper’n fuck? Clenches your cock no matter how hard you pound or how long you hit it?”

So far, he’d described Andy. I nodded, eager to hear what else he had to say. “Sounds like her, yeah.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Got golden-colored eyes?”

My heart stuttered. The taste of bile tickled the back of my tongue. I hopped off my bike and crossed my arms. “What the fuck, Cash.” I looked him up and down. “You been following me?”

He glared. “You skittish prick. What are you talking about? Why the fuck would I want to follow your dumb ass?”

“If you haven’t been following me, how the fuck do you know so much about her?”

Mimicking me, he got off his bike, puffed his chest, and crossed his arms. “Who’s her?”

“The girl with the voodoo pussy.”

“It ain’t voodoo pussy, dip shit. She’s Brazilian.”

I looked at him as if he were crazy. “What?”

“Brazilian. You know, from Brazil. They’ve all got wolf eyes, small waists, big asses, curly brown hair, tiny pussies, and big tempers. Best sex on the planet is a Brazilian bitch. Looks like you ran into one. What’s her name?”