Criminal Minds

Katie was no stripper, but she did her best grind on Kelvin in the back room. He was tiny -- even an incher smaller and he'd be a dwarf. As it is, she towered over him, grinding her round young ass against his face.

"Mmm, you fuckin' smell sweet," Kelvin said. "Not like the rest of the bitches around here."

"I was hoping you could tell me something," Katie said, as Kelvin stuffed a fifty in her thong. "About a man named Jermaine Blount."

"Well now ..." Kelvin said, the air noticeably chilling as his demeanor changed. "That is a name I haven't heard in some time. He used to own this joint." Kelvin waved at the grimy club around them.

"And where is he now?" Katie asked, intensely curious.

"I ain't seen him in years, like I said," Kelvin said. "Give me some head, and I'll give you a lead, though."

"Head?" Katie asked, quavering.

"Suck that cock," Kelvin commanded. "I'll show you why they call me Big Kelvin."

She was ****, but she'd come this far. She undid his pants, and inside was a cock that matched the description of a Big Kelvin, but was all out of proportion to the man in front of her. She ogled at the cock, playing with it in her hand.

"Blow, not pull," he said gruffly.

Chastened, she dipped her mouth down. Inexperienced, she drooled on it to lessen the friction, then started to suck on the head of it.

"Damn, for a pretty bitch you can't suck for shit," he complained, pushing her head down.

Twenty frustrating minutes later, he pulled out, giviing the girl a facial.

"You better get better at that before you meet Jabo," he said, only moderately displeased. "He's bangin' Allie Williams."

"Allie Williams?" Katie asked, dumbfounded. From her neighborhood?