Charmed By A Steel City Hustler

Bash:

The sound of my alarm going off jarred me from my deep slumber. Rihanna's Work song boomed through the bedroom, agitating the hell out of me. I sat up with a scowl on my face and looked toward the bathroom that was connected to our master bedroom. Lola was in there attempting to sing and failing horribly.

My wife had the worse singing voice. Her mouth was better used to do other things. I flung the heavy comforter off my body and stood to stretch out. Then made my way to the toilet to handle my morning urination. The glass shower door slid open, and a cloud of steam escaped.

"Good morning, sorry I woke you up," she said with that gorgeous smile. Lola was bad as hell, 5'3 with sandy brown skin, and a set of size C breasts that were always at attention. My wife had a nice little ass on her, nothing to sit a drink on, but it got the job done. I met her at my bar one night, and she was on me fast. Lola was the stuck-up ghetto type of female my momma warned me to stay away from.

Which is crazy as hell given that she was raised in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. She saw dollar signs, status, and materialistic shit when we got together. I was at a point in my life where the endless loose women and one-night stands were getting old. The status of being a king came with so much pussy I lost count. Lola had a job at a hair salon and seemed independent.

I put Lola through a series of tests to see if she could be my queen, and she passed with flying colors. After seven months of dating, I popped the question, and she happily accepted. The real personality came out a few months after we

jumped the broom. Lola quit her job because she was not making enough money. The 'bitch of a boss should not do manual labor,' was the statement I overheard her make on the phone.

The moment those words crossed my ears, I was turned off completely. A woman should never refer to herself as a female dog. My momma always said a woman who claimed that title only wants a sponsor.

I was a big-time arms dealer, but I also owned two bars legally. I worked three nights a week bussing tables and serving drinks. My mother raised me to know the value of a dollar and hard work. Plus, I loved talking with people and listening to their issues. I met some of my current business associates at my bar.

"Baby come join me, please. I'll make it up to you."

Lola was running her tongue over those thick full lips she owned. A fool was tempted like hell to let them swallow my dick whole. I was past tired of the same routine every morning, and the same lines. The pussy was great don't get me wrong. I was just losing attraction to the woman it belonged too. Call me old fashioned or soft, but I wanted a mental high to match the physical. I opted for a different approach to see if she would catch on that I wasn't feeling her vibe right now.

"Babe I got a few meetings this morning and knocking your pussy out the frame is going to make me late. You know how we do. There is no such thing as a quick one off. So, hurry up in there so that I can wash up. Don't use all the hot water either?"

I walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind me. I heard the words stingy and Grinch as it shut behind me. Lola knew I didn't play about business. She would not force the issue of us fucking. Honestly, I was over our marriage long before Lois rode my dick that first night.

Lola had slowly become a nuisance. I was spending more time at work than home for a while now. Her spark plug personality, and ghetto outlook were attractive at first. Her actions showed me that she was a ride or die type. Only she was not willing to put in any hard work at all.

I thought she would be the type of woman who grew and transitioned with me. From the street king to legal tycoon. I wanted a woman who was trying to build her own empire, and I could support her in it. I wanted children, and for them to be proud of their parents.

Lola in her current state can't be a role model to a little girl. It pained me to say that, but it was the truth. I never considered myself the cheating or lying type, but that was my reality now. Divorce was messy and required great planning before execution. I was giving Lola a chance to fly right, but she wasn't any effort to save us.

There is never such a thing as leaving the game. A lot of dealers and major suppliers believe the hype and think that it is possible. The problem is men think enough money and power can buy peace of mind. That simply is a falsehood that men tell themselves to help ease the transition. Most of those men end up dead. They were caught slipping or in jail because they did not bury all the bodies correctly. I had a different plan for my escape.

The night I met Lola was the first step in my plan to fade into the background. I had appointed Caesar, my right hand, as in charge of distribution. I still did all the major deals and signed clients. The flat foot running and tending to the crew was all him.

Caesar was more than capable of running the business without me around. There were some long-term clients that would only deal with me. I would continue to be their direct contact while getting them acclimated to him. Change was unavoidable in every aspect of life. We had to either roll with them or get rolled over by them.

Why do I stay in a dead-end marriage that I feel can't recover? The in-house pussy and familiarity with my daily routine. Lola did cook which was nothing to brag about. She did clean up after I told her a housekeeper was out of the question. I never wanted strangers in my damn house stealing shit and watching my every move.

My baby kept herself looking good as hell body, hair, clothes all that shit. Lola looked perfect from the outside and was every man's fantasy come true. She was not motivated to be more than a trophy wife on the arm of a man with money. That is something I tried to change in the past year. Granted Lola did not know how much I was truly worth.

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That bothered me because a wife is supposed to be in tuned with husband's finances. What if I got caught up and had to go away? Lola would be in the dark about a lot of shit and be left looking shocked and appalled. She always thought I was a drug dealer with a few bands stashed away.

I never corrected her or alluded to doing anything else. An ignorant person is the dumbest one in the room. My baby was in first place for being plum dumb. She had no idea these fancy parties we went to had all the elite boss men of the criminal underworld.

Now I was aggravated with every word that left her damn mouth. We could not have a conversation about anything other than sex, reality shows or the latest fashions. I had been spending more time away from the house working, with Lois, or other shit. I had been taking shifts off my employees just to find a reason not to go grocery shopping with her.

A nickel and dime drug dealer were peasants compared to the caliber of associates that I dealt with. Initially, her ignorance was cute and guaranteed she would never turn on me if caught. I didn't have her sign a pre-nuptial agreement. That would have caused her to grow a brain regarding my finances.

My momma did not raise no damn fool. I covered my tracks in every way possible. I slipped up by fucking her little sister and continuing with the affair. That shit didn't faze me either. Lola had no damn power if we had to go to war in a divorce.

The bathroom door opened, and Lola stepped out ass naked with a towel at her face. I sucked in some air because she was pulling out all the stops. I cleared my throat and made my way to the bathroom. Lola dropped the towel and bent over just as I made my way to pass her. That apple bottom ass of hers rubbed right up against my dick. I grew instantly and was ready to tear that pussy up.

"Fuck it. You want this dick that bad, you got it."

I pulled at my shaft giving it a few good strokes. Then used my other hand to force her up against the doorway. Lola giggled and spread her legs some. She was trying to bend over and get that perfect arch, but I wasn't beat for it. This was not a beautiful love making session between two people who loved each other. This was two people getting they shit off right quick.

"Ugh, damn Bash, be gentle. Ooohh., baby, mm, let me get wet first."

I slid in her with one long power stroke and just owned the pussy. I gripped her ass cheeks and blew her back out. She was dry, so there was friction at first. Why the hell was she begging for dick and not ready for it?

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Lola never had a problem getting the pussy ready in the past. I guess she was truly taken by surprise this time. I reached a hand around to play with her clit some to get the juices flowing. She squealed out, and I felt the gush of fluids on my fingertips.

"Fuck I'm about to nut, stay still man. You begged for this shit take it like a woman."

I had never spoke to my wife that way or fucked her like a random hoe either. She was behaving like one right now. Begging for dick instead of finding a damn job. Lola had my love, but it was slowly fading with her ghetto antics, and lack of motivation. The more I thought about her fucked up ways, the harder I pounded away at her cove and my nut hit.

"Ugh!"

My semen began to flow, and she slid to the left, and pulled away from my shooting dick. Lola dropped to her knees and swallowed my nut like a pro. I fell against the opposite side of the frame getting the feeling back in my legs and saw Lois' face instead. That shit had been happening more and more lately. Every time I fucked Lois my nuts were other worldly. Her beautiful face would appear as I spewed my load into her. Lois had the sexiest faces post sex. "Shiiiiit!" I yelled out and gripped the back of Lola's head. I heard all my toes snap crackle and pop. The second load spilled out of my shaft and down her throat. Lola finished slopping up her breakfast. Then looked at me with a smirk. I guess she thought this was a win in her column, negative.

"You are unbelievable Lola! I'm going to be fucking late now. Find something to do other than wait around for me to fuck you," I yelled out, sliding into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. The shower was still running, and the water was like ice. That pissed me off even more. I hopped in and handled my hygiene quickly then exited. While brushing my teeth and hair the door opened and Lola peeked in fully dressed now in some designer clothes, whose name she couldn't pronounce.

"Hey, I packed leftovers for your lunch and placed it by the back door. I'm going to be over my sister's house if you need to find me. I love you baby have a good day."

She blew a kiss and quickly exited. Lola knew she was in the doghouse. Her monkey ass never packed me a lunch long as we been together.

Walking out the bathroom I saw a suit laid out on the bed with a matching shirt, tie and shoes. Oh yeah, she was trying her hardest. Too little too damn late though. I was a man fed up and there was no coming back from that.