Candy meets Bodie

Meat's grip tightened around Candy's waist as he steered her toward the hotel's neon-lit entrance. "So, I get my new white wife for a week," he said, his breath hot against her ear. "Guess luck's really favoring me." The words sent a shiver down her spine upto her groin, but she kept her head lowered, her eyes fixed on the cracked pavement. The Honeymoon Lodge's sign creaked in the wind, its tacky heart-shaped decorations a grotesque contrast to the anxiety pooling in her stomach. As they entered the lobby, the clerk barely looked up from his phone, too disinterested to notice the tension between them.

Meat barked out a laugh, "Yo, Bodie, what's up my man?" he called out, his voice echoing through the dimly lit lobby. The clerk, a thin black man in his late 30s with a scruffy beard, looked up from his phone, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the scene before him. "Ayo, Meat, my man," Bodie replied, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "How you doin'? And who's the boobalicious mama you holding so tight? You kidnap her or summat? Or she on the clock?"

Bodie's eyes lingered on Candy, his gaze crawling from her face down to her chest, where her heaving breasts drew his attention. "By the look of those huge udders," he drawled, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and lechery, "she looks good enough to eat up right here, man." Candy's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she stood there, her embarrassment palpable. Meat, however, seemed to relish in her discomfort, his laughter echoing through the lobby. "Nah, man," he said, tightening his grip around Candy's waist, "she's my new white wife. Got hitched to me today, the ol' fashioned way."

Bodie's grin widened as he leaned back in his chair, clearly amused by the situation. "Congratulations, man," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Been a while since I've seen such a fine piece of ass. You gonna share her with us brothas? It be mighty sad if you don't." His eyes never left Candy's breasts, who felt a wave of terror wash over her. She glanced at Meat, her expression pleading for intervention, but he just tightened his grip on her waist. Meat, sensing her fear, leaned in, his hand sliding down to grope her ass.

Meat leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against Candy's neck. "Tell him your ass is mine only," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. Candy hesitated for a moment, her cheeks still flushed from embarrassment, but then nodded slightly. She turned her head towards Bodie, her voice trembling as she spoke, "My... my ass is Meat's. I'm...Only his." Bodie raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Okay, girl, your life, your rules," he said with a shrug, though his tone was laced with disbelief. "But if you ever change your mind, you know where to knock."

Bodie's eyes locked onto Candy's, his gaze lingering on her with an unsettling intensity. He winked at her, a sly, knowing smile spreading across his face. Candy felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of fear and an unexpected spark of flattery. She giggled nervously, the sound trembling as she looked away, her cheeks flushing.

"Meat, ain't no room free here, ya know. Shorty's gonna have my ass if you don't pay upfront again", Bodie said, his voice laced feigned seriousness. "Ya got the dough? It's all advance, ya do know that don'tcha?" Meat reached into his pocket and pulled out Candy's credit card, slapping it on the counter with a confident smirk. "I got even better. Now put us down for a week!", he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. Bodie seemed impressed, but said nothing. He shrugged taking the card & started to make the bill. Meat whispered to Candy, "I'm going to bring the bags from the car. You stay here and don't move till I come back. Niggas here are always on the prowl for sexy white bitches like you, you know." Candy gulped down hard in fear.