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 SHATTERED VIXEN- THE WHOOTY CA$H STORY BY 
H.D. SPIVEY
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KRUSHER’S SURPRISE
It’s the summer of 2010 and it’s hotter than Satan’s nut sacks! Hell, the temperature in Miami makes Atlanta’s pussy ass weather feel like the South Pole. Any who, let me give you the run-down of who the hell I am. My name is Ms. Whooty Ca$h. I’m a white beauty with a booty. And I do mean, a white BEAUTY with a PHAT ass booty. Thanks in advance. I'm a bonafide video vixen who has the search engines and gossip bloggers going bonkers. I’m the same hip hop diva you stalk on Twitter, and I am the one who fuck and fellate with ya favorite rapper. Hahaha! It feels SEXY to be openly and secretly admired. As much as my name holds the number 1 trending spot on Twitter, I ought be awarded “The World’s Most Envied Video Vixen.” 


Better yet, since twitter and all these other losers take pleasure in expanding my fame and name, they mind as well cut the check. That bald headed bitch Amber Rose should take heed and follow my lead. In the words of Rapper Khia Shamone, GET MONEY, BITCH. YAAAAS!!!! I guess my name taste just as good as my pussy, because the media love keeping both in their mouth. Check mate, bitches! Man, I’ll run out of fingers and toes telling you about the number of shit I've been through. My true peoples have been grinding and riding with me since day one. Before I get into how I got into this game, I’ll fast forward to day one. But where do I start? Good ass question. Okay…here it goes.. I knew the other day when I met Krusher at the video set, we would be fucking perpetually. I knew he was attracted to my type: White girl with a badonkadonk. Krusher accosted me and slowly eyes disrobed me in my jaguar printed skin-tight bodysuit. The way his eyes danced at my tight ass, I saw drool string from the corners of his mouth. If cannibalism wasn’t outlawed, he would have literally devoured me, bones and all. And from the looks of his canine fang-like teeth, he would have accomplished it. Krusher was an average looking cat with a crater infested face. 


He donned dread locks that resembled a tumble weed. Despite of his challenging face, he was a talented rapper, who had a shit ton of connections in the game. Plus, his body was undeniably out of this world. "Shorty, what's good?" Krusher asked, smiling with his weed-induced red eyes, staring me down I was a Vanilla ice cream sundae. "Hey, Krusher” I said while trying to play it casual. I purposely dropped my blackberry phone near one of the cameras to influence his appetite even more. Slowly, I bent over, giving him a better view of my endowed rear. I wasn’t wearing any panties under the sheer body suit. I knew he liked it, because when I looked back at him, he gave me a wink of approval, licking his chapped lips. I wanted to laugh so badly, but I had to keep my laughter hostage. As I bent over, I saw Krusher motion to his crew to look at my ass. I waited two minutes to get that phone! My pussy was dripping wet at that time as always. So, I knew my lips were poking out for him to kiss them through the transparent bodysuit. When I turned around, he quickly started talking to his manager as if he wasn't checking out my peepshow.