What That Thang Smell Like

By Jason Miller

A Contemporary Classic! Written for readers who want to spend a few moments relaxing, some laughter and some lusty loss of inhibitions, a few minutes away from this world of war and woe into a world of interracial lesbian seduction of straight women. What That Thang Smell Like is what the interracial lesbian erotica game has been missing!

By Jason Miller author of bestselling masterpieces like "To Be a Master: an anthology of erotic pokemon go stories", "Train Touch" you are guaranteed a brilliant plot, fast paced, witty dialogue, lovable realistic characters, romance, and the sexiest book you will read today unless you read another Jason Miller book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Miller
• Release date: Jan 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370017966

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What That Thang Smell Like

Published by Jason Miller at Smashwords

Copyright 2017 Jason Miller

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Muffled tones floated from Terra’s handbag. She reached deep within struggling and emerged with her mobile phone.

What’s good? She asked to the caller.

What’s poppin, a silky voice playfully responded.

hey Bianca! Terra recognized her friend immediately. What’s goin on?

Me, Jill, Kaitlyn, and Margot are going to Bogarts tonight you wanna come? They got this new fine ass girl working the bar I’m trying to kick it with tonight, have her show me what that thang smell like.

Haha! I’m in! Terra wanted in on that action! All the girls go to Bogarts the local titty bar after a long week of work. All the girls that like girls anyways.

Put in five on an Uber because nobody wants to drive. It’s Margot’s turn to drive but she lazy and you know her alcoholic ass aint gonna be in no condition to drive no where!

What about Katie Chang?

Hell no Asians are so bad at driving I’m beginning to think Pearl Harbor was an accident you trying to kill all of us?!

Jesus Christ Bianca!

Besides, Margo still salty about Jenny Chang…she said she’ll do it next time which will be never, so we’ll scoop you up at 7.

Alright sounds good!

Terra zipped her phone back up, she wasn’t supposed to take calls at work but they should be paying her overtime so it is what it is.

After work she copped a salad, went home, had a shit and a shower, picked out a pink dress, some sandals, lip gloss, did her makeup thing and she was good to go!

Just in time as the Uber had arrived honking it’s horn Get yo ass down here! Bianca yelled.

Terra got her ass down to the uber where they were in the midst of discussion.

Yo that new bar girl tho, bitch so fine I want to suck on her Daddy’s dick just to taste the recipe! Kaitlyn said adjusting her glasses. Word I deadass wanna light her ass on fire she’ll be walking bowlegged for a week if-you-know-what-I-mean-son! Bianca boasted

Yo word is she straight tho countered Margot.

She aint straight Bianca said, there’s no such thing as straight women, just girls who haven’t seen these tiddays yet! Emphasizing her ample J cup boobs in a low cut tank top. And why would she get a job in a strip bar mainly attended by lesbians if she’s straight?

Straight people are dumb Margot said, she probably didn’t even know!

Maybe maybe not, I’m just tryin to find out what that thang smell like. Bianca said.

It's about time they got some new talent at Bogart's, Kaitlyn declared next. I mean, Olivia and Jess are sweet but they're so boring. Bella's a gem, and so's Toni, but it's good they've got someone ...

Hot? Terra cut her off with a laugh.

The group of five were regulars at Bogart's and knew all the staff there, usually making time to hang out in their favorite bar at least two or three, sometimes four times a week, for drinks after work, and sometimes to party on weekends. It was their number-one haunt, a small comfortable place that played good music, had a pool table, jukebox, and relaxing atmosphere.

Before they knew it, the cab was pulling up to their destination. Margot paid the Uber and told the girls they each had to buy her a bourbon and she'd call it even, as they all climbed out and stood on the sidewalk.

The yellow, pink and green flashing sign was casting the street around them in multicolored, interchanging light. The girls trooped past security, a massive broad-chested butch called Cordelia and an equally broad-chested male called Gus, who both waved them through on sight with familiar nods.

Music was going inside:

Pop that pussy for a real nigga, pull out my black card, that's my little nigga, Make a movie with your bitch, Steven Spielnigga, Smoking on Keysh, Cole gave me chills nigga

Black women with short bob cuts danced on the stage.

They sat at the bar and discussed the news that week.

Now that Obama's out of office and has no drones I'd tear his oldest daughter what’s her name? Malaria’s ass up. Bianca said.

That is so disrespectful! Terra shouted playfully slapping Bianca on the shoulder.

And are you already drunk!

Pregaming! Hey I’ve been holding that in for two years, we could all see the girl was as thick as an eskimo milkshake…her twerking at lollapalooza is the most outrageous thing a child of a president did since George W. Bush invaded Iraq. I’m not Santa but ummm I need that girl to sit on my lap…and it’s not gonna be a silent night if-you-know-what-I’m-sayin.

Speaking of which it is a quiet night Kaitlyn observed. It’ll probably pick up when the DJ gets in. Jill said. Hi Toni!

Toni was the manager, a tall Indian woman with neat dark hair and a kind smile. She was the only one visible behind the bar when the five friends approached.

Ladies! she smiled. How are you all this evening?

Good, was the universal reply.

Yo Tones! Bianca was clearly in a predatory mood(although Terra thought that wasn’t unusual. when wasn’t she?)What kind of Indian are ya? The 'TINGA TENGA TINGA TENGA' kind or the 'HEYA HEYA HEYA HEYA' kind?

Excuse me?

Indian as in reservations or java developers

What

Casino or tech support? she said hitting the bar for emphasis.

The other girls looked mortified.

Does your coochie smell like curry or corn?!

Bianca kept her head on a swivel craning everywhere Where’s that young blood at? You know what I like about eighteen year olds? I keep getting older but they stay the same age! Where she at tho?

I’m still trying to figure out who the fuck you talking to… As to the type of Indian I am the type that doesn’t talk to you, bitch you weigh more than my math SAT score, and I aced that shit. Homegirl is straight anyways (Told Ya! Could be heard from Margot) but ya know what I’ll get her to serve you so you can embarrass yourselves personally. She gon’ learn tonight.

She shook her head and called ALICE!

Coming! a voice hollered back.

She was fine. Smooth dark skin, feathery dark hair flowing down her back, faultless facial structure with even cheekbones, a sweet jaw, perfect lips and teeth. She was nice and tall, and her body was delicious. Curved hips, a tight little tummy, smooth, toned arms and killer long legs hidden beneath her bikini bottom. She had large tits that rested beneath a delicate collarbone -- her chest was unmistakably feminine.

Mmm! Kaitlyn, Jill and Margot both hummed under their breaths, in unison beside Terra.

Behold, a lady

Alice, come and meet some of our… *ahem* favorite customers, these girls are friends of mine, they come in all the time! And they never leave!

Nice to meet you Alice said cheerfully.

She reached out and shook each of their hands.

Bianca, but you can call me B, or call me after your shift

They also call her Ta-ta-talicious

No they don’t!

Kaitlyn Toni introduced her.

Katy cunnilingus, KO the knockout kid

Margot

Cajun spice, AKA The Mouth from the south

Terra

I don’t have a fancy name and I don’t like fancy wines…I prefer moans.

I’m Jill. Just Jill. I’m an adult.

Alice smiled, flashing even white teeth. Nice to meet you all, she said again.

Terra felt the jolt of strong attraction in her chest straight away.

Reviews for What That Thang Smell Like

[Sasha Skelton · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

Racist and distasteful. This author is disgusting. Would rate negative if I could.