I Tried to Hit on Girls in Boston and Found a DEVASTATING Secret

Malik had taken to selling crack after his dropshipping “empire” failed. With his special “baking soda sprinkle and heat crescendo” method, he had the best crack in Boston and had graduated from selling in the projects to selling in the hipster neighborhood of Allston. For all of his dumbass politics, he was a wily cat, and he could’ve made something of himself if he had stayed in school. He got the cocaine from a Mexican named Hector. Real tattoos on face MS-13 ass thug. And if Malik knew one thing from the hood, it’s that you do not fuck with a Mexican’s drugs or money. These mfs do not play. A black guy will just kill you. A Mexican will kidnap your ass, stick chutes up your fingernails, and then peel the skin off of you. Real Aztec shit. Still, Malik always came through with the money and had some cocaine to spare. Allston was more lucrative than the projects (but not as much as you’d think. White people got really annoying with sumn “Well Daquavious’s crack his cheaper.” Bitch then go to Daquavious, goddamn) but more dangerous. Not to say that they’re aren’t beat cops in the hood snooping on your shit, but they’ll usually turn a blind eye if you give them a cut. Cops ain’t at all about that up where rich white people live. Real choir boys. Malik knew if he got caught, he’d have to spend at least the next 10 years in prison.

Man, I’m just doing this shit until my Business takes off, so he thought. Malik still thought that dropshipping might be a viable option. He didn’t want to get a fucking job or go back to school. He wanted fast money. It meant dropshipping back in the day; now he was doing it the old-fashioned way. For a real snowbunny worshipping MAGA motherfucker, he was really just a consummate YN. If his mom saw through his corny ass music and his letterboxed (he gave Monrise Kingdom 5 stars), she would’ve realized it, and maybe loved him. Worse yet, his coon ass was posturing back in his Chicago days about how black people ruin everywhere they go. Out of curiosity, he accompanied one of his brothers to a drug-running trip in Garfield Park. A little exclave of South Side criminality, decay, and blackness in the North Side. Of course, it is no coincidence that Garfield Park is the key hub of Drug trafficking in Chicago. It is close enough to the most lucrative buyers, rich white people, but also lacks the state oversight and support necessary for the drug trade to flourish. Not that Malik’s dumb ass ever thought of that, he just said “maaan, we ruin everywhere we go”. It’s inconceivable to him, and to most coon ass people like him, that you can be necessary to white people and be hated by them for it. Black people supply white people with drugs, and they HATE them for it. Mexicans work white people's gardens, and they HATE them for it. And Jews loaned them money, and they hated them for it. That was, until white people decided that money was the equivalent of virtue.

Malik wasn’t dumb enough to use SMS texts to sell crack. He had a network of “encrypted” apps, university group chats, and Reddit sock accounts to do it. The nigga was smart when he wanted to be. The only consistent part of it was his “Alias”, “The Judge”. He got that from Blood Meridian, a book he hadn’t read, but he assumed that that was the coolest character.

It was a Saturday night, and Malik wanted to get his mind off the beating he suffered. He healed quickly, but he was still a little sore, and, although he wouldn’t acknowledge it, he was also a little humiliated. The move for tonight was to sell enough crack to pay Hector, but save enough powder cocaine for an EDM party he had scoped out. If he only sold to his regulars, he would probably not have a meaningful amount of Cocaine, not enough for the hoes. Luckily, he had received a text from his Weibo account, and these Chinese mfers do not care about money, and they want A LOT. He was hoping to sell his supply in one lump sum and then spend the rest of the night partying with snowbunnies. When he got to the alley they agreed to, Malik saw a big ass black SUV, and a 6’4” dark skin black guy standing outside of it in a full suit. Shit, this guy must be a billionaire.

“You’re Late,” he scolded

Malik, trying and failing to use his non-existent charm, said, “Don’t worry brutha, I came with the stuff. Pulling out an ounce, he said, “This is the finest Crack in Boston, your friend won’t regret buying this.”

“I ain’t letting Chang pay 3 Gs for an ounce. I’ll give you $1000.”

“Come on, man, I told you this is the best crack in Boston-”

The guard grabbed his collar and looked him dead in the eyes. His big ass nostrils heaving breaths, and with a furious but muted tone breathing “Nigga I ain’t paying 3 Grand for a fucking ounce-”

Malik was terrified, and sure this mf had a gun on him. He was about to fold, but then the back window of the SUV opened

“Micoo, hurree up.” It was a little Chinese guy who couldn’t have been more than 25 years old. He had sunglasses and a tie-dye silk shirt, and two hookers in the car with him, one black and one white”.

Michael let go of his collar and gave him a huge wad of 100s. “Your punk ass is lucky.” pushing him over, and then getting in the car and driving off. Malik thought Shiiit, this is enough for Hector and a few more weekends. He called up his friend Latrell from the hood. Malik, despite his coonery was utterly incapable of talking to white people, and he had to bring a wingman with actual charisma to do it.

“Yo, Latrell, I got some cash. Come up to SAN,” He was referring to a nightclub in Allston. It usually sucked, but with some powder cocaine, he hoped he could just attract a baddie with it and then transition to a Motel/

“Man, your corny ass better bring up Bronze Age Pervert this time.”

***

Malik was five drinks deep and still couldn’t make himself enjoy this shit. He looked down on the sticky ass concrete floor, which he knew hadn’t gotten washed properly in months, and down at his drink. People get drugged here for sure, and maybe that would be better than this shit. Latrell was dancing with a pretty Latina on the side of the room, and Malik regretted bringing him out here. Mooching ass motherfucker, ain’t even gonna help me get some pussy. That was the first thought he had in several minutes, as it had been for the last 2 hours, banging trap music and the occasional “now let the beat drop”. He looked at the Albanian DJ with a murderous rage, but the DJ never made eye contact. He already had two girls on the platform with him. Shit, maybe I should be a DJ if this is all it takes. Malik thought of the trad ballrooms he had seen on Twitter and TikTok edits of War and Peace and Gone With the Wind, and thought of how much better it must’ve been in the old days. And for once, in a very particular way that didn’t matter for his broke black ass, he was right. He still had an unused bag of cocaine with him, and figuring that he ain’t gon find it in him to approach a bitch himself, he just decided to use it in the bathroom

His corny ass, of course, brought a Trump sticker with him, and so when he found the typical lefty pride flags, Palestine flags and such on the wall, he decided to stick a Trump never surrender sticker. That owned the libs, I’m sure. He pulled out the bag of coke and just decided to snort it. Fuck, maybe I’ll like this then. Then he heard a toilet behind him flush, and out of it emerged a girl, about 5’5”, and damn was she beautiful. Round face like Anna De Armas, with the pleading brown doe eyes. She was wearing some sort of hipster newspaper bustier with a tight red skirt and torn black tights

“Damn girl”, Malik let out involuntarily, her overwhelming beauty superceding any concerns about her being in the men’s restroom

“Oh” She cutely covered her face “, silly me, I walked into the boy’s bathroom”, her voice like the nymphs of Malik’s dreams.

“Shii girl-” Malik’s hood nigga persona came on, he wasn’t gonna fuck this up by being too white “Don’t worry”, then gesturing to the Cocaine if he laid out

She took his offer, and after snorting it she went down on her knees, mind you in the nasty ass club bathroom with shit, piss, and vomit all over it, and unzipped his pants. This is a nasty bitch, goddamn, he thought. She started sucking, first long and slow strokes and then getting quicker and quicker as he reached climax. I bet that bitch Clara don’t even give head. He was thinking giraffe ass bitch, built like a board. Celtics need a center ass hoe. The angel increased in speed and velocity as Malik approached climax, somewhere in the process pulling down his pants. He was about to nut and then she stopped. Malik, stunned, pleaded like a bitch

“Please, please let me come”

“I need to tell you something” She started crying

On god, this bitch better not have AIDS

“I am…-”

Malik didn’t give a fuck and pushed her head back into his cock. Rapist ass loser. She pushed him off again.

“I am trans”

Malik received it for 10 seconds with shock, and then with anger. His YN coming out

“Bitch, you better be joking.”

She cried, “I’m sorry, but you were so nice, and it’s been so long for me.” choking up more “, Please, if I can’t be your girl, at least let me be your whore.”

Desperate ass Malik thought, but for a while, he had become increasingly tolerant of gay shit. Not because he respected different lifestyles, but because he heard the Romans used to fuck boys on Twitter. And since he still needed to bust a nut, after this beautiful ass man had dropped that shit on him, he nodded, and she continued sucking.”

That would’ve been the end of the night for him, but Malik had busted a particularly hard not, hard enough that he had lost enough of his bearings to be led into the stall by the beautiful stranger. Still half-conscious, he asked

“What cho name”

“Sensi”

Why do trans people always have these Lord of the Rings ass names? She unzipped and pulled down her skirt. The tuck was immaculate, even with her lace panties; Malik couldn’t see the even suggestion of a bulge. But then the dick and balls poured out as she removed them. Her dick was still soft, but her asshole was leaking.

“I’ve been wanting to get bottom surgery, but it’s so expensive. And I’ve heard of the complications. I wish I didn’t have to, I wish I could be loved for who I am”

“Nigga why do you think I care?”

Malik expected Sensi to bounce on his dick (even though it wasn’t erect, and probably done for the night), but instead she put her leaking asshole to his face. Malik would’ve pulled away in defense, but he reflexively started eating it. Fuuuuuuuuck, that shit was good. Maybe I am gay goddamn.

“Mmmhmm” he said, horny enough again to let go of all of the bullshit “mmm, like candied apples, baby, mmmhhhmmm. Like that shit momma used to bring home when she thought CPS was gon take us.” He sucked her ass fluids, and she, unlike most males, who want shit done with their ass. Put in the work. Not to say there wasn’t lingering fecal matter, there always is in the ass, but it’s the kind that is scarce enough, which gives essence of the diet, not straight up shit. He moved to her balls, sucking in a long whiff of her ass as he departed, and started sucking. “Yeah, girl. That’s that, Moster Zero ultra” tasting the bittersweet chemical essence of transgenderism,” Sensi moaned, he sucked harder, tryna put both balls in his mouth at once.” Slivering his tongue back up to her ass, giving a long lick through her taint. She let out a beautiful ass moan, shit, almost made his dick hard again. And, he just stuck a tongue in that bitch. Nasty ass nigga. But by god was that shit good, like the internet distilled only to what was tasty and beautiful, if only in Malik’s fucked up mind.

Sensi was on the verge of climax, but shockingly hadn’t gotten hard yet. His dick don’t work no more, not that he wanted it to though. Malik still rubbed it like a clit, figuring there were some nerves left in it that still work. And the nut came from both ends, her asshole squirted and Malik was acquainted with the semen (semen is produced by the prostate, it is definitely different than sperm, when it is expelled through the ass it doesn’t have any sperm) of Sensi’s ass, the alcohol and cocaine of the night, and probably some energy drinks as she was sitting at the computer earlier in the day, she also came out of her small ass dick, which really a vestigial organ at this point.

Malik had a good ass time, but he figured he'd better give this up before it got too deep. But Sensi clung to him in the stall, and he was too drunk or too spent. Perhaps even too sentimental to pull her off, and so he stayed in the stall for now. Figuring they’d be kicked out at closing time.