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"GRIMY ASS MUTHA-FUCKA!!"

(TWAK!!-TWAK!!-TWAK!!)

"FUCK'EM UP CHARLIE!! HOE-ISH NIGGA!!"

(CRACK!!-SMACK!!-THUD!! THUD!!)

"WHUP HIS PUNK-ASS!! MARKASS TRICK NIGGA BITCH!!!"

(SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! THUD!! THHUD!!)

"NIGGA WE AIN'T GOT ALL NIGHT!!!... let's get this over with; take care of this shit."

The barrel of the twelve gauge was shoved into my mouth, choking and gagging me as a bulge started to appear. If he left it there, I'd choke to death.

"Man, I should shove this barrel down your fucking pants, nigga."

(GURGLE-GURGLE-GURGLE!!!)

"Bruh?"

The barrel was shoved further into my mouth decimating a few teeth in the process. My stomach was doing flip flops as I retched involuntarily starting to regurgitate towards the business end of that shot gun. He clicked the safety while the others laughed raggedly.

"HEY BRUH!!"

"Huh?"

I sat up with a start in this jack-knifing motion, hand shooting to my throat still feeling the rough feeling of the business end of a twelve-gauge shotgun embedded in my maw. My hazel eyes darted back and forth in the back of the luxury SUV before settling on the back of the driver's bald head. He was this man mountain, a gorilla of man dressed up in a black suit. My hand slid down to the center of my chest flattened, feeling a frantic heartbeat.

"Hey bruh, you good?"

He had a phone raised adjacent to his ear, waiting.

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." I answered back, feeling a little queasy.

"You need a moment or something; you know, to get yourself together?" He didn't sound like he believed me, and I didn't appreciate the Eastcoast tinged tone of what sounded like a threat.

"Uh, I think it's a little bit of jet lag, I'm good."

"Whatever, I'm sure you know the rules so give it up, bruh." My eyes were distracted to the business end of the center divider facing me in the backseat of this Cadillac Escalade ESV. There was a clear rectangular box facing me, clear transparent with a foam interior. The mechanical click of an automated lock told me there was no turning back. It was time to go to work and do my part.

"Here you go, no problem." I planted my phone inside the box in the perfectly sized groove that matched my gifted I-Phone.

"Better not be." I raised an eyebrow but said nothing as my door lock clicked.

I got out watching as my ride slowly pulled away from the curb standing there until it disappeared around the corner. I ran my tongue along my teeth lingering on the real ones that weren't dental implants. I instinctively touched the slight scar at the end of my upper lip, fighting the anger.

The bungalow was pretty much a mini mansion on a winding street up in the hills in what amounted to a lavish gated community. There were others a good distance away, each surrounded by high brick walls and locked gates accessed by key cards or manned security booths for a few of the larger homes doubling as bungalows. I instinctively went to look at my apple watch, but remembered it was safely locked away in the trunk of my ride.

"... oh well." The only thing in my pocket was a cream-colored key card with a round metallic disk on its surface and nothing else.

I'd been asked to open it and return the paper sleeve it came inside undamaged. It was the slightest weird detail about my situation, but I needed the money. I'd never stop needing the money standing on the curb in front of a spacious bungalow that might have well been a palace where I come from. I had no identification on my person, nothing outside of the key card and the only equipment I would need for tonight and maybe tomorrow.

"Uh, oh." Instead of a doorknob, there was a sensor for the keycard.

The automated buzz was accompanied by a pleasant-sounding chime obviously letting whoever was inside know I was present. I hesitated for a minute before stepping inside realizing I had nowhere to go. I was pretty much trapped anyway.

"Wow." The vaulted two-story interior of this bungalow let me pretty much at a loss for words. The area just inside the door was bigger than my modest one-bedroom apartment. White cream-colored carpet matched the furniture and was accentuated by a long clear glass coffee table. I was racing a large wood paneled entertainment center with a huge flatscreen television as its centerpiece. Humorously, a fireplace played on its screen.

"A television is all it takes to impress you?" Someone called out to me with a voice that sounded like a cross between actress Kathleen Turner and Eartha Kitt.

There was a stairwell leading up to the second story that reminded me of the same stairwell from the old Brady Bunch show I used to watch when I was little. My mother insisted on it saying it should be a part of every kid's childhood. I used to watch a lot of old television shows with my late mother while my father was away on the road. My eyes followed the voice finding a woman standing at the top of the stairs.

"I don't know how to answer that without outing myself as a noob."

"Honey, everybody is noob compared to me."

"Somehow I knew that before you even said it." I replied earnestly, obviously intimidated by the woman I found standing at the top of the stairwell.

"Well, they say knowing is half the battle, right?"

"G. I. Joe said that."

"Are you going to stand down there quoting a fucking cartoon, or are you going to come up here and fuck me?"

I knew better than to reply instead shoving a hand into my pocket trying to look casual as I approached the bottom of the stairwell. My other hand slipped into my opposite pocket as I stumbled over the first step, immediately embarrassed, still mute. It was a millisecond of silent humiliation instantly replaced by a visual shock and awe with a big lump in my throat that was work trying to swallow down without fumbling things further.

She was a platinum blonde woman that looked to be about in her late thirties to mid-forties age wise. This woman was stunning with perfectly symmetrical beauty accentuated by with a beauty mark on her cheek. Her sultry visage was enhanced and brought forward by a French pixie cut hairstyle perched on an elegant slender neck. My first impression was that she was some sort of retired supermodel, yet the harsh expression read "uber boss bitch."

"Stop." She ordered, placing a hand on rounded hip with everything else making her look like a living mannequin. Her figure was about five-seven in height, in shape maybe athletic with pronounced hips over baby making hips and long shapely legs that had my mouth watering before I even knew it. She wore a fitted one-piece dress that accentuated her figure in sexual extremes that sent sharp sexual jolts to my crotch.

"You're actually handsome; usually the hung ones are hard to look at facially speaking. It doesn't matter because I'm usually on all fours facing away; you've got a face I don't mind looking at sober."

"Uhm, thanks I guess?" She raised a phone in one hand looking at its face.

"I've already checked for bugs, and I brought this burner phone at Walmart four hours ago. My team rigged all the hidden cameras in here, so we won't be disturbed for a good couple of hours."

"Is there something I should know?"

"Aren't you the help?" The burn was real, But I remained facially static.

"Do I make the grade?"

"You made the grade before I got here; your background check tells my legal team you're legit, a babe in these woods."

My brow furrowed, stomach overturning in response to this nagging crazy feeling I was getting, looking at what could only be described as a power "Trophy Wife" in the extreme. Her tiny feet were adorned in an expensive pair of white stiletto rhinestone heels.

"I'm Diane, come on up." Uber boss bitch to be exact, evidenced the straight up ignoring of the angry, puzzled look on my face. I told myself I was reading too much into things.

I got a second "shock and awe" moment when Diane turned starting to walk away from the top of the stairwell. Her curves were subtle from the front, but the rear view caught me off guard. Diane had what could only be described as a spoon or lightbulb shaped ass aesthetically speaking. It was quintessentially a proverbial "Ass that won't quit" bar none. Maybe it was pear shaped. The thin material left almost nothing to the imagination.

"... shit." Diane's VPL (visible panty line) was laser sharp, long and progressively deep giving me the impression that her cake was so thick, it overlapped the tops of her thighs.

"Yeah, I get that a lot outside of my bubble." My gaze drifted up finding Diane looking down at me a few steps below, half turned with a hand on widened hip, expensive phone in the other.

"Uhm..."

"Right, come on up here, have a drink and get fucked so hard you're gonna be floating up out of this bitch on cloud nine until you get your next appointment, dick boy." I did an unavoidable doubletake while Diane walked up disappearing from view. Once I got to the top of the stairs, I was further gifted with a view of "Dat Ass" in motion. It was solid, but squishy looking with just right amount of jiggle for a mature career trophy wife.

"At least have a drink with me before you cum in your purchased drip." Her knowledge of slang for attire was surprising, but fast becoming the norm as things progressed. She'd called out my two-piece attire consisting of a long-sleeved Cuban Henley Shirt and matching loose pants, everything colored in ethereal white. There were some expensive beige sandals on my feet, which seemed to give Diane pause.

"Your feet are clean and well-manicured, not done on the fly to try to fool me. You actually take care of yourself from head to toe, and you smell good; "Parfums De Marly Exclusif", right?"

"Yeah." I didn't know whether it was the right brand or not; I'd flown in, checked into an airport hotel, showered and put on the clothes already there obviously for me to use.

"Didn't know, huh?" She wasn't fooled in the least standing there with a hand on the doorknob. Diane cocked her head to one side with a snarky expression and light scoff.

"So, do you have a cologne or foot fetish?" My attitude bubbled to the surface.

Diane's brow furrowed, then she did this mean looking close mouthed smile.

"Ask me that after." Diane used her phone pointing its face at the sensor on the door. It was the same kind of sensor that allowed me into the house. She held the door open, waiting. There was a hardness to her that you could just feel in the air. I walked inside.

"OH, okay." The room on the other side of the door was just as big as the space downstairs but with a rounded aesthetic.

It was pretty much the same, but a large queen-sized bed was far enough from this centerpiece with the upper half partially embedded in a wooded alcove that part of the wall with accompanying shelving on either side. The interior of this alcove had an overhead light. Two large, paneled windows were on the other side of this room, but I didn't want to walk over to take a glance outside. I could feel Diane's eyes following me.

"Would you like a tour of this enclosed space?"

Instead of answering Diane, I strolled over to the loveseat having a seat there without looking back. I was starting to get a feel for her personality. It seemed like most of the snarky things she said were meant to purposely create a sort of toxic back and forth.

"It's your dime."

"Hardly."

Diane pulled the door up behind us. I heard a metallic lock click, but didn't get antsy. She stood there next to the door for a moment staring at me in profile, then walked over with both arms folded behind her back as I took notice of the spread on the coffee table.

"Would you believe I got that at Walmart for the discounted price of 17.50? Paid for it with the change in my cupholder; shit, I almost bought the private investigator following me around a platter too. I decided against it because I didn't want the paparazzi to feel left out. They take everything so personal and I'm still dodging charges for those goons "somebody" hired to fuck a couple of those guys up. I've got a meeting with the DA next week."

"Huh?"

"I'm gonna suck his cock for two hours."

"WHAT?!"

This older woman was absolutely stunning to look at; I mean you'd pause if you saw her standing right in front of you, probably bust a nut in your pants if she looked directly at you. The stuff coming out of her mouth sounded matter of fact, despite how crazy and egregious it was. There was a large snack platter on the table along with a bottle of wine and two glasses. I wondered if the cheap snack platter was a dig at me ethnically.

"Forget I said that; sometimes I like to stretch my legs verbally speaking. I don't get to really "be myself" in these hypocritical circles, you know. Absolute privacy is a boon for me, but it's still lacking a bit considering I know you're effectively muzzled. Even if you weren't, I could absolutely wreck you ten ways from Sunday if you decided to get some mad money from any number of interested parties."

"You don't have to threaten me."

"It's an urge I'm still working on, but you won't care afterwards."

"Mighty sure of yourself, aren't you?"

Diane stood next to the loveseat looking at my face betraying no emotion other than what might have registered as a nascent disdain. She leaned over still facing me, slightly bending at the hip to retrieve the bottle of wine. This sultry mature remained mute uncorking the bottle before turning around bending over to retrieve both wine glasses. I watched Diane fill both cups like an experienced bottle girl. She offered a glass. We drank.

"Would you like another?"

"Sure."

She filled my glass again, but not hers leaving the glass and bottle in the other hand pressed against the rounded curve of a baby making hip. Diane watched me drink looking indifferent, then lightly retrieved my glass putting everything on top of the table without word. Diane's butt looked wider when she was bent over stretching the material taut across its wide expanse. This platinum blonde was rocking a heart shaped donk.

"... uhm." I felt guilty when my gaze drifted over finding her looking, bent at a ninety-degree angle.

Diane didn't speak, didn't make some snarky comment instead righting herself facing me with both arms folded across her chest. My eyes were level with her cinched waist and wide arching hips giving me a new appreciation of her charms. She was tall and slender with a deceptive thickness below the waist. Her hips flared outward, then more right over her long model quality gams. Those legs reminded me of a swimmer or gymnast.

My eyes were focused on her crotch through no fault of my own taking stock of the skintight material that outline the perfect triangular patch that was Diane's crotch. Her knees came into view followed by succulent thighs with barely a hint of cellulite. She'd grabbed the material, pinching and pulling the sleeve-like dress upward just enough. I looked up finding a static expression on her stunning features. Unexpectedly she did an open legged squat.

"Oh, I didn't..." Diane ignored me, methodically removing the expensive sandals on my feet followed by my pants. I'd been instructed not to wear any underwear, so all twelve inches of my endowment popped out like a jack-in-the-box to greet this platinum blonde. Her lack of a reaction didn't surprise me, but it stung anyway. Diane cupped my pendulous sack letting it rest in her palm, then let go smelling the tips of her fingers right in front of me.

She ignored the stink face I gave her, reaching down cupping them again rolling my testes seeming to check their weight. She encircled the base of my prick tightly adding her other hand stroking it hard and rough, then leaned in taking two thirds no problem whatsoever. Diane's cheeks inverted hard creating this audible series of vacuum slurps while her hands were in perpetual motion, one twisting and screwing my root with the other angrily jerking.

She tightened her grip at the base of my endowment, jerking everything that fit in her mouth like she meant it. I almost grabbed her ears a few times but dug my nails into the loveseat cushions one either side instead. The squishy sounds mixed in with the syrupy slurps took me over the edge in just under ten minutes.

"AH!! AH!! AH-AH SHIT!!... aw, shit." I arched involuntarily, shooting a thick wad into the ceiling of her mouth, then two more at her tonsils. A fourth went straight down her gullet.

Diane relaxed her grip around my root using that hand with the other, interlocking her fingers at the base of my pick this time, continuously power slurping everything not between her pretty lips that were painted in frosted lipstick that lightly matched her snow-colored hair. Her head was playing "whack-a-mole" with the business end of my dick leaving no doubts this woman knew her way around a cock. I was blown away, pun intended.

"AW-EW-AW SHIT!! AW FUG!! FUGGIT-FUCK IT-AW MAN!! AW!! AW!! FUGGIT!!" I couldn't help squirming about bare assed on that loveseat, eventually humping up into the roof of Diane's mouth, eyes squinting. She tightened her interlocked grip letting the excess meat poke and prod, taking a tour of her mouth. Throughout it all, Diane kept sucking me off slurping like she wanted to suck the black off my cock.

The ends of her fists pressed down into my crotch, anchoring the wild manic thrusts. This woman never stopped sucking. In fact, Diane kept at it until I palmed her head like a basketball nonverbally begging off while she casually graduated to three thirds of my meat. We ended up staring into each other's eyes for a second, then she slowly leaned down taking almost everything I had to offer outside of two leftover inches.

"Ah, damn that was...!!" Diane clamped a sweaty hand over my mouth before I could go further.

She slowly straightened her back never taking her eyes off me, twisting and screwing her interlocked fingers around the base of my member. The death stare on her gorgeous visage kinda bore into you when you looked at her directly. Her lips were wet, glistening begging for a kiss I knew better than to initiate. She took me all the way to the base, quietly. It appeared this was simply to prove a point as Diane disengaged.

"Well, that was..." A pointer finger was pushed against my lips again keeping me from embarrassing us both.

Diane's blue eyes shifted narrowing a little as she glanced at my endowment protruding from the tops of her stacked fists, fingers interlocked still twisting and screwing. Her gaze returned to my face still impassive, then she stood up out of that open legged squat. This ice cream blonde stood over me and my throbbing prick which was still pointed at the ceiling. My eyes were fixed on her abdomen and her muff hidden behind bikini panties.

These were the kind that rode high on her wide arching hips, ethereal white with a gold chain on the sides holding everything in place. she had the smooth flat stomach of someone who worked out on the regular, model ready at all times. The perfect triangle of white material covering her sex was hypnotic. Diane's dress floated down into my lap. My hands automatically captured the discarded frock, as I glanced up at her.

"OH!... fuck me."

Diane wore nothing but those panties and her spike heels, taking a moment to let it all sink in visually for me. She stood there between my outstretched thighs striking a demure pose with her arms folded behind her back, one leg bent letting the tip of her spiked heel touch the floor at its tip. Her breasts were perfect offerings, sloping C-cups topped with budding nips surrounded by faint dime sized areolas.

They were breasts that belonged to a much younger woman. Everything on her belonged to a much younger women probably in her early twenties visually speaking. The mannequin aesthetic gave you pause when initially encountering her, but her sultry voice snarky as it was, gave you an audible pancake slap to the face. Now, her silence after sucking me off two times in a row was telling. Diane lifted a foot balletically planting it in the center of my chest.

"Take it off." She ordered, but when my hands went to the shoe, she withdrew it leaving it suspended in the air.

"No, I want you to take my panties off." Diane put her heel back dead center in the middle of my sternum.

My eyes shot to that triangular patch of white material focusing on the hint of her camel toe. I looked up at Diane's face finding a raised eyebrow that said she meant business. I found that her panties were custom with the gold chain able to be snapped off. Diane's panties were tight, form-fitting popping free of her with the elasticity of a rubber band. The gold had a noticeable weight to it, but I was looking at Diane's perfectly waxed muff.

"Eat it." Diane palmed the back of my head drawing me close enough to fulfill her wishes.

Her cunt was soft and puffy, with a nondescript slit that parted with the timid intrusion of my tongue. I used a scooping method initially, adding her cute little button as I went along. Diane leaned in at an angle with a heel poking between my pecs, directing my actions. Her breathing started to get heavy as I realized she was humping towards my face. It was an egregious role reversal, but the job had to be done. I decided to go sloppy with her snatch.

The platinum blonde's other hand cupped the opposite side of my face, further directing my actions. In moments, Diane was openly humping my face as if she had an invisible cock. She started to tremble a bit, sawing her cunt on my face randomly bumping my nose. There was a deep arch in her lower back. This older woman was getting her freak on, really getting into it. My left hand started to hover floating to her left buttock. Diane grabbed it.

"Not yet." The harshness in her voice felt like a sucker punch to the mush, but the gasp that followed made me harder than diamond.

My tongue intruded for an extended stay squirming about inside of her holiest of holies.

"Yeah, I like that; keep it up." She instructed casually, tone enhanced by its sultry tone. I decided to take it one step further going all out pressing both lips to her sex. This got a reaction out of Diane who began swiveling her rounded, baby making hips. She was starting to make a mess of my face when I captured her exposed clit, slurping loudly. My right hand drifted up, fingertips grazing the rounded curve of a buttock.

"I told you, not yet." Diane huffed, sounding heated.

She surprised me by climbing up onto the loveseat using her knees to pin my arms down planting her big heart shaped derriere on my face. Her inherent athleticism was surprising as she began bopping and grinding against my mouth. There was nowhere left for me to go, so I went into survival mode licking, sucking and slurping like my life depended on it. Diane rode my face cowgirl with a pop of her hips. She was creaming all over my face as she crested.

"FUH-FUCK!!!" She groaned loudly, almost snarling.

Diane dismounted without fan fair, kneeling at my right side taking the time to run a few fingers through her short platinum tresses. There was just the slightest bit of flush, a bit of rose color to her cheeks. She stared at my face, then leaned over picking up her wine glass finishing the rest of her wine. Diane slid down sitting beside me leaning forward at a ninety-degree angle pouring herself another glass, but not me. There was an envelope on a silver platter along with a car fob.

"Can I have another glass, or is that out of the question?"

"Please, you don't have to be dramatic; the glass is for you." Diane opened the envelope removing an index sized card with three pills attached two white pills on one side and one larger red pill with a flame logo etched into its surface. Diane removed the latter plunking it in her mouth followed by a sip of wine as she reclined next to me with an arm propped up next to my head.

"I thought you said that was for-URK!!" Diane shoved her tongue deep into my mouth without ceremony followed by a deluge of said wine accompanied by that red pill.

Before I knew it, we were locked in a torrid make out session, just going at it balls to the wall. Her right hand wrapped around the middle of my shaft passionately long stroking my length randomly teasing my crown with her palm or the tip of her French tipped nails. Diane was an excellent kisser, following the subtle movements my head mimicking every minute tick and bob perfectly shadowing me. She was moaning into my mouth sensually.

"Fuck my hand hard and cum real quick; bust a nut for me one more time, then I'll sit on it. If you don't, I'm gonna kick you the fuck out of here and give you a shit rating." Her breath was hot on my face. My brow furrowed as her sweaty grip tightened around my cock.

"Well, we can't have that now."

I was learning to manage Diane's attitude pushing my butt to the edge of the loveseat, thrusting into her right hand finding a swishy exquisite friction. She'd tighten up intervals either on upward or backward motions as we built up a heated rhythm.

"I want your cum all over my fucking hand; I want to see you bust before I fuck the shit out of you." The confidence in her voice was sexually exhilarating. Diane added to things jerking down violently into my ragged upward thrusts. Her breasts were jiggling from the incessant motion in tandem with the wet, squishy sounds coming from her closed fist.

"Fuck it." Diane sounded nasty and angry going harder than before.

My head rolled around on my shoulders, reeling from the sensation. This woman was not one to be played with and knew exactly what she wanted. Her fist pounded down into the base of my prick aggressively milking the fuck out of my throbbing twelve inches. Her faintly bronzed skin was starting to glisten from the exertion while I was drenched and steaming. A tremor was building in my loins gradually engulfing my inner thighs as well.

"Fuck my goddamn hand, motherfucker!" She demanded through teeth gritted from exertion.

"... ah."

"FUCK IT!"

"... ah, shit."

"I SAID FUCK IT!!"

"Shit!"

"YOU'D BETTER CUM RIGHT NOW OR GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!" This guttural scream erupted from my bowels accompanied by a burst of watery ejaculate. Several more followed splashing everywhere like a sprinkler as Diane's right hand became a blur of motion on my junk. There was the slightest furrow of her brow on a face that approximated a mean girl version of a barbie. Something about that look triggered something big.

"AUG-AUG!!! AW!! AW SHIT!!!" A thick milky rope of jizz exploded out of the head of my cock clearing the edge of the couch while Diane kept it up earning a deluge of oily wetness that glazed over her criminally defiled hand. She relaxed her grip but kept lightly stroking for a moment or two, then withdrew her hand staring at my seed dripping from her digits.

"Still think I'm "mighty sure of myself" fucking arrogant, huh?" Diane asked playing with my jizz between thumb and forefinger, one brow raised.

"I think you're full of myself." I nodded towards her sticky fingers trying to be coy.

"Would you like to clean my fingers?" Diane held her fingers right in front of my face. I retched without thought while she cocked her head to the side.

"No."

"Relax, I'm just fucking with you." She admitted, but I didn't believe her. This woman looked like the type to try some savage shit like that. I didn't doubt for a moment she wouldn't shove her fingers in my mouth if I wasn't six-two, athletic and packed with well-maintained muscle. I didn't doubt for a moment she thought anything more of me beyond my current status as a living party favor to elite women. She was beautiful, eye candy.

The fleeting thought posited that maybe she would best understand my situation being an obvious trophy wife herself.

"Hey?"

"... yeah?" I'd drifted off staring blankly ahead after Diane made the finger comment.

She was lazily reclining facing my profile resting her chin on the unsoiled hand. I looked at her static expression seeing nothing but a stunning brick wall of entitlement.

"Shit."

"What?" I asked looking at her directly sitting bare assed on that loveseat.

"I almost shared." It was probably a moment of honesty born more of a Freudian slip than any real admission of her humanity. I knew better than to probe further in my line of business. Besides the obvious, I was paid to more or less "pretend to listen" and I wasn't in the habit of lying to myself for any reason. Rule of the game centered on the lady's prerogative. Her eyes traveled down to my package, followed by her cum soiled right hand.

Diane reached down between my thighs grabbing my package massaging my cock and hanging pendulous balls, continuing to stroke me. The twisting pincer type motion angled away from our bodies was tantalizing. She looked between my face and prick a few times, then exclusively at my endowment, starting to huff. This platinum blonde tightened up more, jacking hard transfixed as she decided to share a little, despite herself.

"I made my first boyfriend cry when I told him I wasn't going to play with his cock anymore; he'd become quite addicted. He was as well-endowed as you, but white. A fucking ginger hung like a horse. If you can believe it or not, we got together after he chased me into this big ass cornfield. Freckled loser wanted some pussy bad enough to take it. I said to myself, self "You ain't having your first time with this ugly ginger bitch". I shoved my hand down his trousers; told him I wanted to feel it in my hand first. Left him there with his pants down."

"How did you get away?"

"Walked."

"Huh?"

"He was too weak to follow me, much less give chase. I jerked him off for four hours in that field. You should've seen the buckets I got out of him. After a while, I was just doing it to see how many times I could make him cum. Well, let's just say it was in the double digits."

"But you said he was your boyfriend." I reminded.

Diane didn't clarify, instead tightening her grip around the base of my cock jerking roughly. It seemed like she might be giving me a demonstration of that story about the cornfield.

"You like my ass, right?"

"Yeah."

"You like it because its big and juicy, but not necessarily fat in a flabby kind of way. You like it because it's shaped like a spade, a fucking heart at the bottom of a tiny waist with a pair of shapely legs underneath it, huh? Yor dick is swelling up because you wanna shove this fucking rod inside my big ass and fuck yourself silly, right? Do want me to let you do that?"

Instead of letting me answer, Diane leaned in passionately kissing me. She added a flick of the wrist stroking outward, getting more heated. I was feeling it, sort of a growing humidity that engulfing my body as a whole. A few bursts of precum sprinkled from my crown making things slicker than they already were. In that moment I understood the cornfield guy being left lying unable to follow. He was probably enjoying the rear view of this woman.

"I want you to cum one more time before I let you stick it inside me, but we're gonna get this nut a little different this time before we fuck each other's brains out."

"A little different?" Diane half smirked giving my cock a rough yanking tug before letting go.

She knelt at my side letting my eyes drink in her picture-perfect figure. She cupped a breast, lightly pinching a nipple rolling it. Her tongue made a brief appearance wetting her bottom lip in a salacious tease, then she laid flat across my lap facing the door finally giving me a good look at her big heart shaped ass, barely perceptible tan lines and all.

"Damn."

Diane presented a deceptively semi-thick butt full enough at the bottom that each lovely cheek overlapped the top of her thighs in twin meaty flaps coupled with a perfect diamond shaped negative space between said thighs. Her shapely swimmer's legs and cute tiny feet added to her allure for a leg and ass man. She rested her chin on an upturned palm, then glanced back smiling warmly at my face.

"Play with it for me." This stunning platinum blonde knew what she was working with.

I didn't have to be told twice letting my hand land squarely in the middle on Diane's left buttock. It had a bouncy resilience to it with a graduating lushness that made the tanned flesh bulge between my fingers, particularly near the bottom where it protruded. I gave it a hearty squeeze feeling a natural rubbery pushback that told me just how real it was. These days way too many women were getting cosmetic surgery, but Diane was the real deal.

"I like that, squeeze that fat ass." She cooed in her own distinctive sultry tone. Her voice was almost as much of a turn on as she was physically.

I grabbed a big handful pinching and clawing into it repeatedly, playing with the other doing pretty much the same before raking my nails across her wide expanse. Her rear cleavage started shallow getting gradually deeper adding that thickness to her derriere that I personally liked. My gaze was all over the place but drifted to that inviting flap of excess hiding the top of her thighs. I went for it grabbing a handful as thick as an English literature book.

"Grab that shit; I want you to pinch the fuck out of it like you own it. Slap the fuck out of it too." This was the most talkative Diane had been all night.

The lady got her prerogative in spades and then some. I grabbed big clawing handfuls of the cheeks, pinching and squeezing like there was no tomorrow. The undercuff flap of juicy meat over the top of Diane's thighs was dense enough to hide my thumb completely. I got into it fully hiding both thumbs, then clawing her blonde cakes apart finally. I wanted to see if her tan extended to parts unknown. It didn't but looked incredibly sexy.

Diane's cunt was a longish inviting looking taco with a wealth of folds that parted with te warring halves of her delectable buttocks. Most telling was her backdoor which had seen action and probably had some war stories to tell that I didn't want to know about. This sustained gasp filled our private room inside the even more private home. I upped the anty wanting to sustain the mood without further commentary with an open-handed slap to her big ass.

"... yes." She huffed barely audible above a whisper.

The second slap cut the air smacking her buttocks into a shuddering, jiggly oblivion. My thumbs pried her buttocks apart finding a glistening cunt. Diane groaned enjoying the rough handling of her big butt as it was criminally groped and slapped harder and harder until she was almost crying in joyful pain. I broke things up with mean spirited interval exposures of her fast-swelling pussy.

My hands were big enough to mush and mash her cheeks together into a doughy mess of rear cleavage. By this time Diane was squirming, rolling her hips on a swivel dying for more. I landed several hard open-handed slaps to the right side of her butt resulting in a sustained squeal of delight. This left her shivering as I noticed a hot pink handprint there. Diane's healthy thighs were wobbling, breathy sighs filling the air as I spread her apart again.

"I want your cock sandwiched between my thighs pointed at the fucking ceiling!!" She demanded barely able to contain herself.

My prick was throbbing already, but when I did as she asked, then visual damn near made me pop. This woman was built for sex and knew how to use her body with her longish cunt parting easily sandwiching my girth by half. Her pliant, sweat glistened buttock cushioned the rest with the crown and the upper part of the shaft visible. Diane started flexing her cheeks in tandem with her rolling hips, sawing my prick. Her movements became rhymic.

"That... feels good."

She was drenched enough to leave a slimy residue on my shaft, flexing hard enough to create these crescent shaped dimples on her buttocks close to her rounded hips. Then she'd relax making those dimples face away with a slight jiggle only to quickly seize up around my rod again. Her labia was sopping wet, slick with excess juices steaming hot. I didn't know if Diane was giving me a pussy or ass job; maybe she was giving me both.

"Aw, yeah that feels incredible."

At this point, Diane was pumping steadily in this modified twerking motion that was isolated solely between her small waist and her crotch. I relaxed leaning back on the loveseat, pushing my butt towards the edge of the cushions. That big, tanned ass looked incredible long stroking most of my endowment with the rest sticking up like a flagpole protruding from Diane's lush cheeks. Precum was running freely my crown, like a fountain.

"Damn."

My head rolled back leaving me with a view of the ceiling leaving me with a view that included a ceiling fan that had been slowly turning this whole time. Below my chin, she was popping her hips vertically with her thighs, labia and jiggling buttocks. I lowered my chin finding her staring intently at my face, cheeks starting to flush. Both of us were starting to perspire heavily as I reached forward with both arms grabbing the far end of her outside hip.

"I'm finna..." This created a wobbling mound of mushed together rear cleavage with plenty of natural lubricant.

"... cum?" Diane moaned, finishing my sentence.

"AH-AH-AW-AAAWW!!! AWG!! AAAAWWW-AWG!!!" A thick rope of jizz erupted out of the head of my cock like old faithful, followed by several more until bursts of watery ejaculate rained across her shuddering buttocks. Each burst made it feel like my stomach was turning over. My inner thighs were pulsing hard enough to make me cry out. Diane's butt was left a spotted, glazed over mess of jizz.

"Rub it in, make that ass shine." I gave her ass an especially hard slap, splattering cum everywhere before roughly massaging the cakes pinching, groping and squeezing with all my might. It was the lady's prerogative after all, and she presumably was footing my bill. I didn't mind letting my hands do the talking when Diane scooted backwards on all fours.

This woman was all the way turned on, kissing me passionately. She was moaning using her tongue in a sensuous tour of my mouth. My hand was in custody of her big round butt, middle fingers planted dead center against her peach. Diane was so hot and bothered, she was practically dripping as she straddled my lap. My business slid up between her buns. I reached around handling at the base slapping it against her tanned sweaty cakes.

"I'm tired of waiting."

She reached down between us taking control of my meat inching up enough to press the head of my cock against her slit. The moment it touched her steaming entrance; Diane's shapely butt slammed down into my lap with all her weight behind it. Her legs were spread wide apart in a crouching squat, feet planted flat on the loveseat cushions beside me. She stripped off my shirt finally, tossing it over her shoulder with a lustful expression.

Diane started bouncing on my cock like a pogo stick, essentially fucking herself silly while my eyes were focused on her nice sloping breasts. They were pretty solid, with just the slightest bit of sag attributed to her age. My hands handled her small waist but quickly drifted down digging nails into "the ass that wouldn't quit" with extreme prejudice. Diane went with it eventually arching her lower back letting her hands rest on top of my knees.

[CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!]

The sound of Diane's sweaty cheeks clapping around my cock echoed off the walls. Her nipples were so hard they'd become squarish nubs atop her breasts. They looked majestic flopping vertically on her chest. This woman was a living Barbie doll, fantasy turned flesh.

[CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!!]

Diane leaned forward wrapping her arms around my neck letting her knees rest on the cushions, straddling me cowgirl properly. Her wide arching hips went into a wrenching, bucking blur of motion. I couldn't help myself involuntarily reaching up grabbing the back of her slender neck while my other hand mauled the shit out of her juicy ass.

[CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!!!]

My open palm landed on her butt over and over again making sure the handprint already there would last for a few days after we were done. Her right buttock would probably glow in the dark if the lights were turned off. Diane ran the flat of her tongue from my neck along my cheek making it to my mouth for more passionate necking and making out. Her lust was off the charts. Diane was shakily rowing her hips back and forth, fucking me hard as hell.

"MAKE-ME-CUM!!" She snarled into my ear before nipping it with her teeth.

I stood up cradling Diane in my arms walking from the loveseat to the edge of the bed, her long shapely legs wrapped around my waist both arms draped over my shoulders. I bounced her impaled on all twelve inches letting her weight work against her. Her loud distressed groans made my ears ring. I crashed landed on the bed with Diane underneath me taking the full brunt of my weight this time. This distressed gasp escaped her lips.

[SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!!]

This platinum blonde mature suffice it to say, got royally plowed with every fuck I had to give and took it like a champ. Diane held on with all four limbs tightly wrapped around me bouncing up off the mattress into my feverish thrusts. My arms were initially wrapped around her back but drifted down to that outstanding ass before my palms shoved her thighs into her chest. I used my hands at the back of her knees crouching over her like a gargoyle.

[SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!!!!!]

... then it happened.

"OH GAWD!!!" Diane flushed going from a light olive colored tan to a pink that had a lot in common with cayenne pepper color wise and visually.

[THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!!!!!]

"AHM CUMMING!!" Diane screamed loud enough to blow the rafters off her luxury bungalow. Her hips were swiveling and bucking powering up into my thrusts rhythmically. I could feel the tremors starting to radiate all over her hourglass figure, but it was her hands that I noticed first. Her fingers were moving about like crazy until her hands were clawing up my biceps. She was being gutted on the business end of twelve inches of man meat.

"AW SHEET-MUTHER-FUCKER!! KEEP DOING THAT SHIT!! KEEP FUCKING ME!!"

I had to use some considerable strength to hold Diane's arms pinned to the mattress when her French tipped nails got dangerously close to my face. Her cunt was so wet, there was almost no friction. The squishy sound of her battered puss was distracting, but I was as hard as a steel bar from the sight of this high-class trophy woman squirming around underneath me. A field of goosebumps appeared on Diane's chest and forearms.

"FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUK!!! FUK!!! FUK-ME!!!!" I phonetically pounded out each service demand, harder each time. This broke the bank as she was taken wholesale, whimpers and cries becoming unintelligible gibberish at this point.

"UNG-UNG-UNG!!" I was starting to feel it too.

"Wait." Diane whimpered into my ear with much effort on her part.

"Huh?"

"Can you uh, stay still but freeze in this position; not move a muscle? I uhm, need to cum my own way then you can get it how you live, promise baby." This was different, demure and dare I say, submissive.

"Uh, okay Diane."

I was on all fours pinning her arms down at the wrists both legs folded into her chest, completely flushed.

"Stay still, I'm close." Diane whimpered biting her bottom lip as she began humping up into my crotch. More than half of my prick was buried inside her, but she gradually started long stroking me to the base shivering all over. A series of hollow moans filled the room intermingled with the wet smacks of flesh on flesh. I was an immovable object while Diane was an irresistible force of nature. My balls slammed into the bottom of her big juicy butt.

"SHIT!!... cumming."

Her stunning face twisted up teeth chattering as her show stopping butt bounced off the mattress completely sheathing my endowment as she creamed all over my prick. My shaft was coated in this slimy mayonnaise colored glaze as her cunt went into overdrive swallowing everything I had to offer more and more. Diane looked distressed, feverish.

"Puh-please, release my wrists." I let go, carefully.

Diane's hands shot out like they were spring loaded clawing into my buttocks. We were mashed together in a ten car pileup of our dueling uglies. My cock was taken on a world tour of her cunt. I can't lie; it felt like heaven.

"KISS ME!"

She didn't wait cupping my cheeks as we swapped mouthfuls of spit like desperate lovers. Her legs encircled my back right in the middle, ankles interlocked.

"FUCK DAT PUSS-SEEE!!! OH, GAWD FUCK-ME!! AW SHIT!! I'M CUMMING SO HARD!!!" This woman was all the way out of the box, all pretention fucked out of her five root seven frame and then some. Me, I was starting to go into a fugue state of my own. Diane managed to half sit up, propping herself up on her elbows looking down at my cock pounding all the sand in the Sahara out of her snotty box with impunity.

She ran a few fingers through her short platinum tresses, then palmed the top of my head like a basketball before tugging on my left ear. My comely host wanted a breast suckled. This sustained hissing gasp accompanied the suckling of that single tit sounding as if she'd been burned. I was shocked when her cunt seized up clamping down on my plunging cock damn near gnawing it off. My girth was scrubbing her sugar walls like Mr. Clean.

I made a spit covered mess of her tits even licking and twirling my tongue on her breastbone, then cupped them vacuum sucking and slurping both nipples in tandem. Diane was squirming all over the place as I continued pounding her out with impunity.

"AW SHIT YOU'RE CRACKING ME WIDE OPEN!! FUH-FUH-FUCK!!! FUCK DAT PUSS-SEE!!"

I captured Diane's ankles in my fists spreading her gams wide apart as if I wanted to rip her in two and went to town treating her like a two-dollar whore. She arched up off the mattress holding in place giving me a straight shot deep inside her cunt. The head of my cock battered the back of her high-class box. This creamy sound filled my ears intermingled with Diane's whimpers and random erratic shrieks of pleasure.

[THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!!!!!]

This woman was turned into her best imitation of an upside-down letter Y as I realized I was nowhere near a climax. My face was framed by her hands while I shoved her legs further apart. Visible splashes of our combined juices accompanied my pistoning unit, breaking the Diane's bank spectacularly. Her limbs suddenly locked butt arching up sending her cunt right up into my crotch sheathing all of it, no wiggle room left whatsoever.

"Let me go and get off..."

"Huh?"

"Pull it out of me, and back up a bit." Her voice was cold, methodical enough to be startling.

"Uh, okay." Diane slowly turned on her side drawing her knees into her body going into a fetal position with a hand covering her muff after I withdrew.

She was flushed with this pinkish tone all over as I realized why she wanted me to pull out. Several tremors rocked her body as several squirting bursts soiled the ruffled bedding. This woman was multi-orgasmic to the ninth degree. Diane curled into a ball on her side whining and sort of squealing with this earsplitting shriek, manically rubbing one out. It looked like she was embarrassed, but before I could do anything she glanced up at me.

"Aw shit." This large wet stain started to spread across the sheet underneath her curled up body.

"Congratulations, I haven't done that in twenty years and the last time that happened, I got a whole daughter out of the deal. Shit... ungrateful little bitch. That nut was good enough to make me keep her." I didn't know if this was a Freudian slip or an open admission of character as Diane chortled to herself, then peered up at the question on my face, then at my cock sticking out like a flagpole.

She stuck a finger in her mouth them used the tip to tease my crown, still giggling.

"Come on, get yours; you've definitely earned it," Diane rolled over flat on her stomach next to the stained bedding looking up at my face, casually flexing her heart shaped cheeks, going into an involuntary twerk of sorts. There was a playfulness in the air that wasn't fully there before. Diane went flat reaching back with both hands spreading herself wide apart exposing both openings. This woman was dripping all over the sheets.

"If I had a hat I'd tip it." I chuckled.

"What kind of hat would it be?" Diane replied.

"A cowboy hat; are you fucking kidding me?!" Both of us were starting to bust up, more familiar with one another through intense skinship.

"SADDLE UP BABY!!" I was laughing so hard, my stomach was starting to hurt as I mounted the platinum beauty prone planting my palms flat on top of her wide buttocks. My business slid inside so fast, I nearly faceplanted in the middle of her back. Diane was mounted like a surfboard, capturing my thumbs when I tried to steady myself.

"You're so hot."

"Me or my pussy?"

"Both."

"FUCK YOU!" We laughed hard enjoying ourselves together as the lines were blurred. I liked the slight saddlebag hip dips that gave her big butt a sort of anchor aesthetic. Diane kept ahold of my thumbs sinking both between her lips using them as surrogate cocks.

[FWOP-FWOP-FWOP-FWOP-FWOP!!!]

I took over "cheek clapping" detail riding her into the mattress faceplanted on top of Diane with my chin hooked over her right shoulder. This woman didn't just know the assignment; she wrote the damn thing. She knew when to flex, going hard on my outward thrusts with random switch ups enhancing a diminishing friction caused by her overt satisfaction. It didn't take long for my thighs to seize up. Those squishy sounds returned with a vengeance.

"... Diane."

"Yes dear?"

"AHM CUMMIN!! AH-AH-AW!!! AHM CUMMING SO HARD!!!" Some of my spittle dotted her cheek followed by the flat of my tongue licking a slimy trail up the side of her face.

I was blasting rope after gooey, slimy rope of cum deep into her snatch, frenetically rutting like someone stuck a hot poker up my backdoor. Not one to be left out, Diane had been rolling her hips up into my thrusts rocking her luscious thighs, wriggling vertically up and down essentially milking the fuck out of my cock. She was doing all of this pinned under my dead weight. Somehow, Diane clamped down on me wrenching her snatch in a blur of motion.

"AH-AH-AH!!!... aw shit, fuck me man. Aw shit, fuck me stupid." She kept it up until my certified twelve inches plopped free of her snatch nesting in her rear cleavage. A thick wad of slimy goo shot out of my crown leaving a milky trail right up her spine. It was a testament to this woman's sexual repertoire. Diane continued flexing, creating those J-shaped dimples on the surface of her platinum cakes.

"I didn't?" I captured both, mushing them together around my meat grinding up a heated friction, tips of my thumbs touching.

"Shush, let me have this." I replied, huffing enjoying my completion assjob watching watery ejaculate pool in the small of her tanned back.

"I'm more liable to listen when my mouth is full." Diane chortled knowing her words were more of a playful suggestion.

"Okay Diane."

I rolled her over on her back facing me, noticing the flushed nature of her skin intercut by the hard tan lines on her hourglass figure.

"Aw shit." The formerly stern mature was rocking a post orgasm face highlighted by the wide silly looking smile on an otherwise stern, impassive face.

We exchanged glances, then Diane simply opened her mouth in open invitation.

I mounted her head on all fours, manhood snuggly inserted in an elite trophy wife's mouth.

"GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK!!" She took it like a champ, mouth stretched and filled to capacity. This woman let me proverbially "dip my wick" using her as much as I liked wholly invested, vacuuming her cheeks on every outward stroke until I gave her a shot of protein straight to the belly. I flopped out beside her facing the ceiling with six inches out of twelve at half-mast. Diane rolled on her side grabbing my rented junk, lazily playing with it.

"You make me feel like not taking those other two pills." she mentioned the remaining pills that were attached to the packet while whatever the third was remained in my system.

"What are those?"

"Morning after pills." We exchanged glances with Diane raising a brow before she rolled on top of me reaching back reinserting things to her liking. Both of us laughed gregariously now well acquainted as Diane draped herself over me, bobbing that butt on my business stuffed to the gills. I took two handfuls and then some letting go, letting my guard down.

We had a sexual hall pass of sorts. Diane had thought of everything after all.

[DARKNESS]

"Hey!"

"..."

"Wake up chief." I gradually regained conscious finding Diane's face inches from mine retaining the post coital glow I'd apparently earned in spades.

"What time is it?" I yawned noticing her makeup removed which didn't make much of a difference. She wore a shower cap smelling of sweet body wash with her perfect curves wrapped in a fluffy robe.

"Time to hit the happy trail sailor, it's five in the morning."

"Oh really, I've gotta... are you holding my dick?"

"I should certainly hope so; I guess we did a number on each other. I've been up for about thirty minutes. Get yourself showered up and meet me downstairs." Despite her words, Diane was stroking me back to diamond hardness.

"Wanna join me?"

"Yeah, uh no; sorry, but I'm on a tight schedule and I tried to uh, "get you up" but you were pretty much, inert matter. It's a real shame too because I wanted this in my ass."

"Five minutes?" I half smiled.

"Get your ass in that shower, babe." Diane smiled biting her lower lip as she gave my cock a hard yank that made it throb. She seemed reluctant to let go of my member but did anyway strolling to the bedroom door.

"Diane?"

"Yes?"

"Let me see it one more time." I gestured towards her heart shaped derriere which seemed to want to take a bow stretching the terrycloth material of her robe enough to tell me this woman was nude underneath.

"Oh, why not." She smiled reaching back drawing her robe to the side exposing her butt. I chuckled at the big, reddened handprint on her left ass cheek. This only lasted a few seconds before she left pulling the door closed behind herself.

I had a very cold shower which didn't help much. I found my laundered clothing folded and stacked neatly on the toilet. Apparently, I'd made quite an impression on Diane. She was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs with a mug of streaming coffee which she handed to me with a kiss on the cheek. There was this plucky look on Diane's face as she peered outside the cracked front door of her luxury bungalow, then back at me as I walked down.

"Hey, this is some damn good coffee."

"It's Kopi Luwak; I'd spot you a bag, but rules being what they are..." Diane reached in cradling my hands as I emptied the mug, then took it in one hand looking rosy cheeked and demure like a newlywed housewife.

"Yeah, I know."

"If I knew you were so good, I'd have scheduled you for a whole weekend."

I stayed silent feeling a sliver of shame that let me know I was still human at this point.

"Hold that thought." Diane said raising a finger before shoving a hand in her robe pocket while letting the mug hang off the pinky finger of her opposite hand. She pulled her I-Phone from that pocket while no-look unzipping and exposing my prick. My Johnson inflated in her warm palm becoming a steel bar in half a second.

"Hey!"

"Relax." Diane grabbed my cock at the root using her phone to snap a single pic before shoving it in her pocket again with a sneaky little half smirk.

"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to do that."

"I'm pretty sure I paid a thousand dollars for that dick pic."

"Huh?"

"Don't strain your brain handsome; if I beat those charges, we're going to have a proper round two." My brow started to furrow, but Diane leaned in gifting me a very soft and passionate yet chaste kiss.

She turned looking back out into the front of the luxury bungalow, then back again carefully tucking my equipment away zipping me up.

"You know, I don't mind you finishing that off Diane."

"Stop it; come here let me fix your collar."

She was more than accommodating adjusting my shirt collar unintentionally giving me a view of her naked body underneath the robe until she noticed, covering up. It was the crack of dawn as I noticed my ride pulling up to the front of the bungalow, the backseat window rolling down as the go signal. Diane noticed too, then leaned in close whispering into my ear.

"Make me proud."

"Huh?"

I got a loud pancake slap on the butt before being shoved outside the door into the yard facing the luxury SUV at the end of the walk. The door closed behind me followed by the sound of a deadbolt. I hesitated but knew not to look back in full view of the car. My driver thumped the horn with his thick ham sized fist, once. It was enough to get my feet moving.

"WHAT, YOU IN LOVE OR SOMETHING?!"

I didn't answer because I needed this motherfucker to drive me back to my airport hotel. It was hard not to look back towards the bungalow, but my thoughts centered on keeping things one hundred with myself knowing I was simply a vendor service. Diane's words left me puzzled as I reclined in the backseat behind the tinted window that was slowly rolling up on my side of the vehicle. The automated sound of that window was a reality check.

An hour and a half later we pulled into the valet area of the airport hotel, but my driver kept going past the bell man waiting to open the door tooling to a cul-de-sac packed full of cars and trucks. It was a bitch move, but not my business as we drifted to a stop, engine running. I was feeling it all over from my appointment with Diane. I was in top shape, but it was a late start after a redlight flight over two thousand miles on Spirit Airlines.

"Hey, the clock is ticking and I ain't got time to be doing donuts around this bitch."

"Phone please?"

"OH! Oh yeah, sorry about that youngster." His snarky chuckle made me want to throw a haymaker at the back of his peaked noggin.

The automated click of the box attached to the center console facing me thankfully cooled the mood. This guy got on my nerves, and I felt like inviting him to my gym for a hundred rounds of Irish boxing. Instead, I reached down retrieving my phone and the envelope containing my plane ticket back to the place I called home. Maybe he knew what I was thinking because he pulled off the minute my feet touched the ground.

"Good riddance; I bet back in high school his fat ass was voted nigga most likely to be hit in the back of the head with a golf club." I switched on my work phone finding a cash app notification and five figure cut for services rendered. My plane ticket left me with a little under two hours to have a bite and pick up my pull-on suitcase. I would've liked enough time to take a nap but resolved to do my best on the cramped seating on the plane.

"Huh?" A secondary chime heralded another deposit into my account, five thousand extra dollars. I'd received a bonus along with an email with an attachment.

"What the fuck?" It was Diane's dick pic taken an hour and some change earlier. My erection looked massive captured in her tiny looking fist. A wedding ring was visible on her ring finger that wasn't there last night.

I figured Diane was having a laugh at my expense probably letting me know that my "services" would be requested in the near future in her own unique way.

"Next time I see you; I'm gonna TKO that platinum pussy." I got off the elevator immediately pausing when I noticed my hotel room's door ajar. Calling security might put me on somebody's radar and contact with the cops in any capacity was off the table per my contract. Instead, I inched towards the door hearing the television going. I peeked inside intending to gauge things worried my luggage was stolen.

"I see you looking; come on in here."

A young blonde was sitting on the one of the double beds, one leg crossed over the other staring directly at me through the cracked door.

"Who are you?"

"Five thousand dollars for thirty minutes; but you look like fifteen." She was infectiously pretty, objectively beautiful with a face that reminded me of this actress or musician named Dove Cameron one of my past "clients" had talked up before getting judiciously railed to oblivion on a hotel room ottoman right before presenting at South by Southwest.

She wore an adidas white cropped track top, matching brand booty shorts, short running socks completing the look with a pair of adidas lite racer brand running shoes. This woman was in her early twenties with a telltale shoulder length icy shoulder length shock of platinum blonde locks, wispy bangs included. The expectant stern expression on her pretty face was a big red flag. I was suddenly distracted by the wall mounted television.

"This is Claudia Morales for Channel 12 news with breaking news as the star witness for one of the biggest SEC scandals in the past ten years arrives to testify before the grand jury. Further complicating matters for Ms. Diane Hartford is battery of charges in separate court cases for any number of charges including RICO entanglements, illegal gambling and her recent expulsion from several committees all while her embattled star athlete daughter Daisy Hartford easily qualified for the summer games... KILK!"

The wall mounted television was switched off clipping the distraction returning my immediate attention to the smoking gun sitting on the edge of my hotel bed. My hand covered my mouth instinctively while my mouth went into business for itself. The news report included footage of my late night "client" arriving at the courthouse amid a raucous assembly of jostling reporters, police officers and private security. She looked fabulous.

"So, you're uh..."

"Five thousand fucking dollars."

"Yeah... right." The apple didn't fall far from the tree.

"So, what do you train for; I mean, what's your event I guess?" I unconsciously shrugged trying to break the sudden chill in the room. The look on her face became sterner signified by her furrowed brow as she pouted.

"Track and field; getting my brains fucked out for thirty fucking minutes with a minimum of conversation."

Yup, this apple definitely didn't fall far from the tree.

... to be continued.

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