Well in Krissy's case, girl does what I tell her not to do - makes it fun for them. See the thing about Kris is, she's Andre's favorite, and whenever he's after her, she's screaming, she's yelling, making a whole damn thing of it, and I guess she's kinda the same with fat boy, but it ain't like it is with Dre, and I bet I know why. See, when Andre's got a hold of Kris, boy wakes the fuck UP. Normally you know he's just sitting there, not saying anything, hardly doing anything, but when Kris comes around, it's all different. See it in his face, can't wait to get a hold of her. And I bet that's 'cause, you know, any rat can tell you them long ears are stuck up little bitches. They don't come to our side of town, hell, Kris just tells me maybe I'm 'okay' cause she wants to get paid off my gig. Andre knows how that shit is too and I bet he he's showing her just what a thick-as-fuck buck-fuck can do for her. Girl thinks she's better than anyone and Dre figures on showing her that when she's in that building, she's all his. He's going at her, dirty talking her, putting out his best game and hell, should I be offended or something? Boy hardly says a word when it's me, just sticks it in, jerks it off, then dumps me back outside. And shit, sometimes when it's both of us trying and we fuck up, and they take us into separate rooms, I can hear it all from down the fucking hall, Kris hollering and eekin' and you hear that fucking potato sack of his slapping at her - any doe knows all about that - and he just fucking goes to town on her like a damn tommy gun and she's making all that noise so he knows he's getting her good, and shit, girl's wet as fuck after like a minute so she ain't hiding nothing. Tell her to have a little dignity but shit, when he's got her, she's just a...a fucking whimpering heap and Andre takes her like a damn animal.

Now unlucky for me, I guess I'm the old bastard's favorite. Maybe it's just 'cause I'm the first one he saw but whatever, boy makes it pretty obvious I'm the top pick. Far as I'm concerned, Kris is lucky, if you're gonna get held down and fucked at least it's by a fuckin' prince like Andre. Brutus is just like any old beer-gut having fat old football-watching dad or something but shit, for a fat old fuck, boy moves faster than you think he's gonna. And Dre's strong and all but you can maybe get away from him you squirm fast enough but with Brutus, when that belly's on top of you, you're fucked. And fuck it, I'll it it, they're both thick as hell, like there's some rule you work for these people you gonna be packin' some ridiculous shit between the legs. I'm getting used to it but still when Brute's fucking that thing in and out of you with his fat ass gut slappin' into you over and over again, I mean...yeah, it wears you the fuck out. Don't look like he has the stamina but he can work me over for a good twenty minutes when he feels like it. I try not to do like Kris you know, I don't wanna give him much. Just grit my teeth and, you know, let out some breath. I mean, yeah, I ain't a rock, sometimes he gets one or two good ones out of me, he ain't the worst fuck even if I ain't asking for it. Old fuck tells me that when I come around to consider me 'his girlfriend.' Shit, fuck that. Says I'm the closest thing he's ever had to 'going steady.' Prick. Guess that's why he never tells the others that I been coming around lifting their shit. Old fucker's got a good thing going, I it I been under him...more than a few times. But he ain't gonna break me. I hate how fucking good at it he is, though.

Does anybody out there like me yet? Can I stop this, now...?