The Diamond Syndicate

Diamond hadn’t had a dick that big in a long time. As soon as she saw what Trey had to offer, she knew he was gonna be her number-one dick.

***

Three positions and forty-five minutes of straight humping later, Diamond was worn out. She lay across Trey’s bed panting like a lioness that had just tracked down a deer, and Trey, who was hardly out of breath, lay next to her.

As Diamond lay on her stomach, Trey watched her ass move up and down as she tried to catch her breath.

“You want something to drink?”

“Yeah, please,” she said between breaths.

Trey squeezed her ass before he got up to get her something to drink. Fucking Ms. Reed was everything he’d imagined and more, but of course, he wasn’t going to let her know he was in love.

As he poured her some Kool-Aid, he thought about how warm his dick felt inside her juicy pussy, and his manhood began to rise. He could definitely go for another round, and he was damn sure gonna try.

Diamond looked up at him when he stood over her with the glass of Kool-Aid. Face to face with his hard-on, she thought, Shit! She was too tired to go another round. She sat up and took a sip of the Kool-Aid.

“Trey, I gotta get up outta here. I want to be home when Dante gets there, so I’m gonna have to take a rain check on that,” she said, pointing to his hard-on.

“Oh, no doubt,” a cocky Trey said. “It’s all good. You know where I’m at now.”

Diamond looked at him and saw the arrogant smirk on his face. She simply laughed.

***

Diamond could barely walk up the front steps to the apartment building because her legs felt like Jell-O. She was so fatigued by the pounding Trey put on her body, she needed to get in the shower and lay down in her bed as soon as possible.

“Well, well, well, I see you found one that got you walking gap-legged,” Tammy said from her window.

“I knew your nosy ass was listening. You know what, Tammy? I think you’re jealous of me.”

“Jealous of you?” Tammy laughed. “Girl, you ain’t got nothing I want, so how can I be jealous?”

“Oh, but I do, my dear, and you are jealous. You wish you could get you one of these big-dick young boys to come in there and rock your dried-up pussy, but you can’t! ’Cause ain’t nobody fucking with a cripple!” Diamond was tired of Tammy insulting her and judging her. She really didn’t mean to call her a cripple, because she knew how her friend felt about that, but she was pissed that Tammy was trying to judge her.

“It’s all good, Diamond. I don’t have to belittle myself just so I can get fucked. I can still hold up my head with dignity, cripple and all. Can you?” Tammy then shut her window.

Diamond stood there for a few moments before she headed into the building. She hoped Tammy would forgive her in the morning. She walked into her apartment and went straight to her bedroom and sat down on the bed, thinking about she had hurt her only friend.

Sometimes Diamond would get really depressed. She knew some of the things she did and said weren’t right. She wasn’t totally evil, but to protect her feelings, she just seemed to feel better when other people suffered like her.

NINE

Puttin’ in Work

November 1998

Shakeeda entered the lobby, a mixture of scents, from cheap perfume to old clothes, and where a sea of welfare and Medicaid recipients sat waiting their turn to see their caseworkers. Today was a busy day, and Shakeeda wasn’t in the best of moods. It wasn’t even ten am, and she was already in need of her lunch break. She walked over to the handheld device that they used to activate the intercom system. Looking down at the file in her basket, she pressed the button, and a beep came over the loudspeaker.

“Diamond Reed!” she called.

Diamond made her way through the crowd. Shakeeda looked Diamond up and down as she approached her. She couldn’t understand for the life of her how Diamond was so well put together, while only receiving minimal benefits. Deep down she envied women who could do what Diamond did. Shakeeda worked every day and couldn’t afford to look the same way.

“Hey, girl,” Diamond said, displaying a warm smile. She had been trying to get in contact with Shakeeda several times, but couldn’t reach her. So she decided to set up an appointment where she knew she could get to her.

“Hey, Diamond,” Shakeeda said, suddenly feeling slightly better. Every time she and Diamond were together, she felt at ease.

As they made their way through various crowded rooms where other recipients waited, they finally settled into the last cubicle in the office.