Carl was trippin'. Sheriya had to be ah freak. She talked about her life. She was born and raised in Atlanta. Her father went to prison for a crime he didn't commit. At 18 she moved to Pomona. She attended Cal State Fullerton at 21. She partied, drank, and flunked out right away. Her mother disowned her; like Carl’s mother disowned him.

But if she smokes this Hashish, Carl thought, she'll be a super-freak. If she drinks Hennessy, she'll freak until she drops.

She eased into the Motel 6 and bought a room with a credit card. Inside she turned on Dr. Phil. They ate. Then she poured two plastic cups of Hennessy and Apple juice.

She took a few sips and then said: “I’m ah freaky bitch. I love sucking dick. Do you have to wear a condom?"

"No." Carl shook his head. His knees knocked like a scared kid.

“You better get in the shower. Or ahma suck yo dick right now. Want me to suck your dick right now? Or you wanna smoke?”

“I always smoke weed before oral sex,” Carl said. “Don’t you?”

She sighed like she was disgusted. She refilled her cup, grabbed a pre-roll, and stomped to the restroom. She ran bathwater and smoked.

Carl lit his joint and mused. She was ticked-off because she wasn't already sucking on a dick? Wow.

She came back wrapped in a white terry cloth towel. Her empty cup loose in her hand. It tumble to the floor. Her eyes were vibrant and she walked like a zombie. "What did you give me? I'm scared. You supposed to heat my pussy.”

Carl knew what she was going through. He felt hinky too. They needed to fuck. He finished his joint and took a quick shower. He returned wrapped in a white hotel towel. He stopped at the foot of the bed. She stubbed out a black and mild with weed in it. Then she threw back a swallow of Brandy. She crawled atop the bed. Her towel untied and her breasts moved freely. Her nipples were like Hershey kisses.

Carl was stiffening. She reached into his towel to help him out. She stroked him slowly. Sensually. His cock was nice. Long. Thick. Yip. Eight inches. "See. This is the problem," she said. "I love me some dick."

She lapped it with her tongue one time, on the side, leaving a trail of drool. She backed up and growled. She was an angry bitch. She lapped the other side. Then from his balls up, slurping sauce from his head. She opened her mouth wide and jammed his cock inside.

He was in awe. Her mouth's grip had wondrous pressure. At first, her throat stretched only so much. She’d back up, hack, slurp and come back. Each time, her throat opened a little more.

It was time for Carl to tame the tiger.

“No more backing off!” And that was an order.

She joggled with her mouth wide open. Faster. Faster. Faster. Carl’s hips yerked.

“Yes. fuck my face!" she managed to say.

He went harder. Her mouth was oral pussy. She slurped. She grunted. And she drooled. Carl was surprisingly deep down her throat. She backed off, not sure if she'd be spanked.

“Sit right here.” She tapped the edge of the bed. She lie down and gorged on his cock more. She fell into a rhythm: Bob-slurp-smack! She was beat-boxing. With his dick digging deep in her throat, he came.

She sat up and smacked her lips. “Mmm. Tasty.”

He stood up and twirled. It was that or run outside; arms raised in praise.

What was going on? Carl wondered. How could she cheat on her guy? Why was she so… cock hungry?

“You’re thinking this chic’s a nympho.”

"Nymphette."

"Nymphette? You called me Nymphette? Ok. You're Cookie Monster! Lay down Cookie Monster! You’re under arrest!"

Carl lay back. He was back in the mood. The room spun as she straddled his face. He opened wide for her brownie. Even tastier. She howled when she came. She didn't announce it. Carl knew because he swallowed gobs of something.

"You're a nice Ninja Turtle," she said, and sat on her hips. She caressed his dick. “Miss Jackson finna ride it."

She straddled him. She rubbed his aching head around her throbbing, dripping wet pussy. Slowly, she slid it in. Her pussy was sooooo tight - like her throat. She worked his dick in deep. deeper. Faster. Until she jounced and screamed, “Oh yes!” “Yes! Lawdie."

They fucked doggie and missionary without condoms. They lie back on pillows and passed a Black and Mild.

"So What're you gonna do?" she asked.

“Find another job.”

"You don't have no dreams? Ahmean, we’re caught up. I'm already stripping. What are you going to do?"