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"HAWK TUA!! HAWK TUA!! GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK!! HAWK TUA!!!" Yup, this apple didn't fall far from the tree.

Her name was Daisy Hartford, but we weren't going to substantiate that shit verbally. It was against the rules and there was no way of telling what sort of checks and balances had been put into place before my arrival at this particular hotel room. I wasn't going to test out the partial theory that maybe the threat itself was a necessary employer driven placebo. I'd had an incredible night with Daisy's mother, Diane who'd apparently referred her daughter.

"GAWK-GAWK-GAWK!!" She didn't waste any time whatsoever grabbing my hips insistently pulling me towards the edge of the bed she was sitting on. This woman was all business unzipping, unbuttoning and yanking my pants down mid-thigh. I should've been offended, but it was kind of funny. Her demeanor reminded me of some Karen pissed at waiting in line too long for an overpriced cup of joe at Starbucks or something.

"HAWK TUA-HAWK TUA!! GAWK-GAWK-GAWK!!!" Other than a momentary cross-eyed expression when my junk popped out to greet her like a jack-in-the-box, Daisy was all business. She wrapped all ten of her fingers around the base of my twelve inches swallowing everything until her lips were kissing the end of her interlocked fists repeatedly with these loud popping noises and watery moans. In short, this bitch was a head queen.

I didn't react verbally taking my late-night hookup with her mother into account; instead, I stood at a military styled parade rest, chin tucked watching Daisy service me intently.

"... oh, you think your hot shit, huh brother?" Daisy noticed taking exception to what she perceived as a slight.

After breaking the ice with her queen bee mother, I wasn't in the mood to take shit from her pup daughter for any reason. She was on a pay for play time limit and the clock was running, so I kept my chin tucked narrowing my eyes further into an intense mean mug. Daisy's eyes widened enough to put her crystal-clear pupils on display, then mimicked my own standoffish expression with a well-defined line in the center of her brow. She was hot.

"GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK!!!"

My expression didn't change making her scowl, grimacing a little.

"GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK- GAWK-GAWK!! HAWK TUA-HAWK!!" My expression remained the same. Daisy paused looking sort of incredulous, then angry.

"Oh, you think your big dick motherfucking rick, huh?"

"It doesn't matter what I think."

"IT TALKS!"

"... and fucks too." Daisy raised a brow with a surly half smirk.

"Well, I ain't from Missouri but you're gonna have to show me something, asshole!" This twentysomething seemed to be taking my presented attitude as a personal challenge.

Her skintight adidas booty shorts were doffed with flair and aggressive attitude and nothing else leaving me with a view of a clean shaven puffy looking peach. Daisy Hartford ruefully flipped over on the edge of the bed on all fours; ass shoved in my direction. This platinum blonde ingenue was definitely an athlete rocking a well-defined, toned runner's figure with a ridiculously sculpted bubble butt that sent electric jolts to my throbbing cock.

"Well?... what, you chickening out now, huh big dick rick? Cat got your... AW FUUUG!!!"

I bottomed out.

To put things in perspective, Daisy had the mother of all gym-built butts, all natural and sexy as fuck. The moment she turned that thing in my direction, I was on her program wasting no time getting down to business. My big hands grabbed both dueling halves of Daisy's cakes finding an almost bouncy rubbery resiliency outside, with a pinching tightness that was instantly irresistible inside. It a perfectly snug fit to the hilt.

"UNG-UNG-UNG-UNG-FUCK!!!" Her wide legged posture on all fours spoke to me, and some experience with hung partners with her thinner frame making my business look massive plunging in and out of her cramped box. I didn't care that she only took off her shorts and nothing else. The motion ripples on her peachy buns were nuclear jerkoff fuel.

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

I just went at it no fucks given, going for a quickie considering my limited timeframe considering my scheduled flight out in just under two hours. Daisy locked her limbs making herself a stationary target for my pistoning cock. It was tighter towards the end of her tunnel making me instinctively want to resize it with extreme prejudice. She wasn't making things any easier basically functioning as a mannequin, but it was her mother's dime.

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

A shiver across her shoulders accompanied by a moan barely above a whisper.

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

Daisy was compromised, biologically speaking. Things got audible and her cunt became a sloppy mess without a word between us. She had this hard thong shaped tan line on her tight round bubble of an ass. Her shitty attitude made me glad I was looking at the back of her platinum blonde head.

"... fuck."

[SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH!!!]

If it was even possible, her pussy was even sloppier, ridiculously wet and tighter than before. My lazy thumping and knocking against the back of her cunt was producing spectacular results. She didn't know it, but her posture started to falter first with a dip in her lower back arching her butt higher drawing her knees closer, then faintly bobbing backwards into my rough steady thrusts. Her head was mashed into the blanket in profile.

[SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH!!!]

"... aw shit you mother fuh-fucker. Aw shit, man; come on with that!! What are you doing back there? Aw! Aw man, you trying to... fuh-fuh-fuck a hole in my stomach, huh?!! Ah!"

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

Daisy was half whispering to herself starting to whimper and squeal in distressed girlish sounding tones. That sculpted masterpiece seemed softer now, more pliable bouncing harder off the base of my prick and pelvis, more invested. I slowly lifted my hands watching the proof of my slow and steady routine as her butt clapped loud and increasingly sweaty against my lower half now.

"That black dick is poking the fuck outta me..." She sounded spoiled and petulant in cringy fashion and tone, faux complaining as I grabbed her stealthily thicker hips again digging my fingertips into the defined crease between hip and thigh.

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

Her thighs shot into each other like they were magnetized, knee knocking together as a lattice of goosebumps sprouted all over her young buns. Daisy's back was arched like an alley cat now.

"... keep poking it. Stick my pussy, man; poke the fuck outta that shit."

[SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH!!!]

"FUCK IT MAN!!!" I swung a leg over her left side stomping the sole of my floor next to Daisy's knee. She'd shouted in this long whiny distressed whimper that was nails on a chalkboard, now throwing it back deep into my crotch. Daisy started to drift to the right but found my hand there pressing into the outside of her hip steadying her. I never stopped thrusting into her pulsing snatch which was now dripping from the incessant rutting.

[SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH!!!]

"... yeah man, there you go right there; spread that shit open and poke the fuck outta me." Daisy was softly directing traffic while I followed her little hints palming the resilient halves spread wide apart exposing the front and back doors. This elite athletic twentysomething apparently had much in common with her mother which made me smirk.

"AW!!"

"What me to take it out?"

"Sneaky motherfucker, get it how you live!" I hooked a finger in her backdoor to see how she'd react.

"Oh yeah?"

"I gotta tell you fucking twice?" This was definitely Diane Hartford's kid with a mouth that was annoying enough to make you wanna go a hundred rounds of Irish boxing with her.

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

The hand that didn't have a pointer finger hooked inside this platinum brat's anus, shot out grabbing a handful of said hair for leverage. My hips swung into her tight round derriere like a wrecking ball with a limited range of motion. I thought about shoving it in her backdoor but wanted her to ask. Honestly, I wanted to make her beg for it. So, I went hard in the paint earning a messy audible of loud wet sounding smacks as Daisy creamed all over my rod.

"FUH-FUH-FUUUGGG!!!" She groaned popping and twerking like her life depended on it.

Daisy tucked her head further reaching back wrapping her arms around the back of her well-defined thighs, fingers interlocked. There was no wasted motion as I got up on the mattress mounting her in the bulldog position.

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

This woman took it like champ, getting utterly plowed, ankles interlocked. I was obliged to ape her posture getting on all fours above her fingertips and the balls of my feet anchoring to the mattress. Daisy went rigid all four limbs locked which allowed me to long stroke her narrow cunt like nobody's business. In this position, her cheeks remained spread wide apart with both openings on display. Her backdoor had the circumference of a golf ball.

"AW SHIT-AW SHIT-AW SHIT!!! FUUGGG ME!!! AW!! YEAH!!!... hey, take it out for a second."

I pulled out slowly but decided to be performative sitting atop the rounded curve of her sculpted cheeks looking down at Daisy's faceplanted head and back. She'd tapped out.

"Get... uhm, off the bed back on the floor."

Daisy turned looking back over her shoulder at my face completely flushed, then knelt upright. She stared at me huffing, then blew an errant strand of white hair out of her eyes as she slowly drew the zipper down revealing that she was bare chest underneath. The cropped track top slid off her shoulder leaving socks and her expensive adidas lite racer brand running shoes as the only articles of clothing in her body.

"Oh!"

Daisy Hartford was rocking a pair of teardrop conical looking breast implants that stood out on her defined, athletic frame. They were large, probably a C or small D-Cup in size.

"What? I didn't have nothing, so I topped up alright? you don't like my fucking titties?" Instead of answering her, I took almost her whole conical looking tit between my lips sucking and slurping with that offending pointer finger returning to Daisy's backdoor. A breathy moan escaped her lips sort of audibly hollow. She grabbed my prick roughly jerking and stroking it to nirvana. Her chin rose, head rolling around on her shoulders.

I grabbed the other one finding that it fit my big hand perfectly, squeezing and groping it flicking the nipple until it started to swell. Daisy tucked her chin watching me, then cupped the back of my head directing me to the opposite tit. I went sloppily between the two sucking, sucking and nibbling on her nips, even running the flat of my tongue along her breastbone. Daisy got creative cupping her boobs trapping my tongue in her cleavage.

"I guess I stand corrected; tongue fuck those titties." She playfully scrubbed my tongue between her sloping pointy looking tits enjoying the view, mouth agape huffing.

My hands ended up on that sculpted butt mauling, groping and molesting the shit out of the buns. Daisy arched into my abdomen handling my head between her hands, moaning loudly. The athletic ingénue surprised me with a wet kiss full oof swirling tongue before deftly slipping my shirt off tossing it aside with a flick of the wrist. There was an unintentional facial reaction to my chiseled torso and sixpack abdomen, wholly organic.

"I just wanna be a good little bitch and return the favor." She explained before hungrily going after my left pec, capturing and flicking the nipple until it hardened. Daisy returned the favor in spades sucking, nibbling and slurping in long sustained intervals making my cock thicken enough to poke her own washboard abs with the crown. I thumped her flat tummy with the tip of my prick being sexually coy.

"I'll show you how to return the favor."

"Hey!... AW FUCK!" My fingers clawed into her stress ball cheeks lifting her aloft like she weighed little more than a feather, impaling her on my cock vertically. Daisy went with it wrapping her arms around my neck, interlocking her ankles tightly in the small of my back.

"UNG-UNG-UNG!!" I took the younger Hartford on a ride bouncing her on my cock like a pogo stick. It got real noisy in my hotel room after that as Daisy was obliged to hold on for dear life as I resized her cunt with an acute attention to detail. She tried to make a comeback grabbing the top of my shoulders arching her back angling her butt towards me, but ended up draped her chin over my right side instead. A hand was caressing my back.

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

"Please brother; would you put me on my back?" This was the politest she'd been since invading my hotel room stuffed full of herself.

"Tapping out?" Daisy rear back, fingers interlocked behind my neck incredulous.

"Hell no, I just want to lay on my back with you as my blanket; I feel like if we keep this up your dick is gonna come out of my fucking mouth."

I laughed my ass off, but she silenced me with her mouth passionately.

We slowly landed on top of the bed in a controlled fall. She remained wrapped around me wrists and ankles interlocked still, stuffed full. The young Ms. Hartford gave fully of herself physically, if nothing else. One of the heels pressed into the small of my back while the other caressed the back of a thigh reacting to the steady scraping of her slimy inner walls. Daisy came to my room early in the morning to get fucked thoroughly and got what she came for in spades.

I made sure to keep her breasts in the mix casually cupping and squeezing them with one hand while palming the back of her head, swirling my tongue inside her mouth. Her tight athletic body bore hints of her lineage in the very subtle curves matching the woman I'd slept with a few hours earlier. Daisy remained still everywhere but her hips, lightly wrenching and swiveling them up into my steady thrusts. Like I said, so many similarities.

"Give it to me really fucking hard, I'm gonna cum real hard if you do that." Daisy raised both of her long legs into the air, then bent them at the knee planting her soles flat outside my thighs. I moved in tandem with her, spreading my legs wide apart between her thighs rearing up into a pushup position both palms flat on the bed framing her pretty face.

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

"Yeah, like that. Just like that, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard baby. Fuck me harder man, try to put my pussy out of order, brother. Shit, this is just what I needed. FUH-FUH-FUCK!"

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

"Almost there..." She was whining in this shrill tone, bucking her hips frantically. Her upward hip thrusts met mine in dramatic fashion, an epic bumping of uglies. The distance between our clapping lower halves got shorter and shorted until we were wedged skintight and that's when I dropped the boom letting myself fall mashing Daisy into the bed, full dead weight. She was pinned under me with nowhere to go wriggling squirming as it hit.

"OH GAAAWD!!! OOHHH FUG!!!... oh shit. MUTHER-FUCKER!! AH-AH-AW!! YEAAAH!!!" Being weighted down stuffed to the gills in the throes of a massive orgasm shaking all over was an incredible sight to see. Daisy flushed allover changing two skin tones almost as if she would burst into flame at any moment. At the height of her climax, I wedged my knees up under her buttocks rolling my hips going counterclockwise to her motions.

The resultant ear-splitting shriek had mine ringing for the second time in less than four hours. The entitled platinum blonde princess gave me a shock when her eyes rolled up into her head. This only lasted a few moments fluttering open wide enough to examine the crystal-clear quality of her pupils. Her mound steadily humped up into me getting weaker.

"Kiss me you sexy motherfucker." I gave her a chaste peck on the lips.

Daisy's brow furrowed, but the half smirk on her face read inquisitive. She palmed my head like a basketball raising up for a bit of sensual necking, then laid flat, huffing.

"You think you're slick, don't you? "

"Just under forty minutes, thought I'd take a shower before my flight."

"Oh, so you're that fucking professional?"

"I'm whatever you need me to be." I was coy keeping a casual tone.

"Oh yeah, roll us the over." I did as she asked letting the lightly offended princess mount me in a proper cowgirl position. Daisy flattened her palms on my chiseled pecs, then spread her legs wide apart, feet flat at my sides. She went up on the balls of her feet reaching down inserting the crown of my certified twelve inches, nothing else.

"Huh?" It was my turn to raise a brow when I felt Daisy clamp down on the head of my cock. It felt like something was biting and nibbling on its bulbous swollen head.

Daisy dismounted with an abbreviated chuckle leaving my business pointed at the ceiling.

"I got dibs on the shower first; feel free to jerk it babe. I don't judge." She was making a power play that was about nothing more than a "get-back" after being taking to pound town in the most generic manner possible. The spoiled brat of a woman even stood there letting me take in the sight of her nude from head to toe outside of her socks and endorsed brand name sneakers.

"Aw yeah, right." This bitch was fooling anyone turning her back to me removing said cute little socks and sneakers. I sat up with a start, looking mad aggressive employing a mind game of my own as she noticed.

"What're you doing?"

"Shut up and assume the position." I towered over her packed with muscle presenting a fake threat that probably had this platinum brat dripping at the look on my face alone.

"I thought you were in a hurry to get on your dinky little plane; thought you were in a mad rush to make it to the cheap seats so you can get your free peanuts and stale bottle of water?"

"... bitch."

"Sure, you ain't gonna miss your plane, huh? Only got "FOR-TEEE" minutes, brother." It sounded like she was trying to troll me racially, but her "blaccent "was laughable.

"Sure, right... UNG-UNG-UNG!!!" I nodded my head several times in succession roughly handling Daisy's shoulders facing her towards the wall next to the mounted flatscreen television. I knew what we both wanted looking down, swabbing the underside of my cock on the shallow crack of her sculpted butt. She looked over her shoulder with a snarky smirk as I nudged her legs apart with one of my own like a police officer arresting someone.

"FAK-FAK-FAK-SHIT!! JUST... JUST GONNA SHOVE IT IN THERE, HUH?!!" Despite her loud, mouthy protests, Daisy planted her palms on the wall fully accommodating me.

"Shut up and take this dick."

"OW!! HEY MAN-AW!! OH SHIT!! AH-AH-AH-AH!!! SHIT!! AW SHIT!!" Vertically, my meat found almost no friction sliding up until it thumped the back of her cunt.

"Why your pussy so wet?"

"Fuck you."

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

I pulled out finding her juices running off my certified twelve inches.

"Hey?"

"What?"

"Where are you going?"

"To take a shower."

"SERIOUSLY?!!"

I walked past her into the bathroom next to the hotel room door.

The shower was nice, steamy and refreshing with the added receipt from Daisy's attempted power play. I found myself replaying my "compensated tryst" with her mother Diane comparing the two. I found individual things about both that I liked, but internally preferred Daisy's mother for her no-nonsense approach to things between the sheets. The thought occurred that mother might be tutoring daughter in all things sexual.

"In a turnaround of transparency, all media outlets were barred from court this morning. We here at Channel 12 News will continue to cover these legal proceedings to the best of our abilities. Moments ago, Diane Hartford was quickly ushered from the courthouse with a heavy security detail and there have been reports she was placed in protective custody."

I stood just outside the door with a towel wrapped around my waist finding the television going and the young Hartford's closing salvo. There was no doubt her ego prevented her from taking another burn in what we both partially considered a sexual duel of sorts. My hazel eyes drifted form the wall mounted television to the nude, sun-soaked platinum blonde faceplanted on the bed closest to the hotel room window.

"... oh, okay." A bottle of half used baby oil rested on the side table between the two beds.

Her face was turned away from me facing the window, athletic frame tastefully highlighted by the sunlight filtering into my room. The lamp was on for some reason as I dropped my towel on the carpet picking up the bottle of oil. I'd discovered her sports bra hanging from the shower rod. Daisy had indeed arrived early to my room to get ready for our encounter.

"Twenty-five minutes until I have to go." I lightly reminded slathering my cock with the baby oil staring down at her tight sculpted buns which reminded me of an old porn star Nina Hartley's bun when she was in her twenties too. Diane's cheeks were enhanced by the prominent hip dips over generous yet shapely thighs and defined calves. I could see her daughter becoming a physical version of this years after she retired or had a few kids.

"Ten minutes can seem like twenty-five when those bitches at the express check-out got a thousand apiece and my unlimited miles along with boot up to first class."

Daisy's I-Phone made a lazy appearance before hitting the carpet with a thud.

"I'm impressed."

"Impress me." This made me chuckle. Daisy Hartford was sharp tongued and quick witted, reaching back spreading her cheeks apart in open invitation. Her entire body was covered in a light sheathe of baby oil she'd probably brought at the gift shop in the hotel lobby. A lot of that oil had been applied to her rear end, specifically her privileged backdoor.

I mounted Daisy in the prone position blanketing her body underneath mine, easily sliding inside her rear entrance up to the hilt. Her long breathy sustained sigh filled the room.

"I'm impressed." This young woman felt like she was made for me in body, if not in mind.

The Hartford women were both incredible lays between the sheets but dually left a bit to be desired interpersonally. It turned out Daisy's proclivities leaned towards being made to feel overpowered and dominated during sexual intercourse along with a proclivity for anal sex that she probably shared with her mother. I spent a good fifteen minutes "impressing her" before getting a thumbs up literally and no more snappy back talk.

"Well would you look at that." The younger Hartford shot me a single pic of the buns completely glazed over courtesy of yours truly. A flight attendant got a glimpse of the picas she handed me a flute of champagne with what seemed like a knowing wink I didn't reciprocate.

The flight attendant was an effeminate man with hot pink hair.

The flight home was smooth enough to lull me to sleep only to find another five thousand dollars in my private cash app. Another SUV promptly dropped me off at my brownstone.

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SIX WEEKS LATER

"Uhm, hey..."

I didn't look up from my tablet figuring some teenager was about to make the hard sell.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes?" I still didn't look up perusing a news site reporting on Diane who still seemed well protected despite the allegations. Her look-a-like daughter made a few court appearances behind closed doors and was just as reticent about speaking with hungry reporters.

"Well... uhm, you know what time it is?" I winced remembering her question as an opening line I used in my first year of high school trying to talk to girls there. I always got shredded.

"It's seven fifteen, miss." I was intent on not looking up at the woman standing to my immediate right.

"So, you go to the college too? I'm probably gonna start there too in a week or two as soon as my dad can square things with admissions. I'm gonna take up anthropology or psychology, maybe. Still trying to figure things out myself, right? Are you a student there?"

"No."

"Professor?"

"Thank you, but no." The conversation seemed to die fora few moments as my reticence dawned on her.

"Well uhm, if you ever need a blowjob, I'm your girl, ha-ha..." She framed it like a joke, but I could hear the humiliation in her tone. I glanced up as she turned to walk away.

"OH!"

"What?"

She was long and lean with very pronounced hips and even longer legs which ended in a pair of expensive black leather Susanny high heeled boots reflective enough to catch the light. They were the glossy kind with double buckles on the sides while the rest of her gear consisted of a cheap ratty looking spaghetti strap tank top, multicolored red dominant and a heavily distressed denim miniskirt I couldn't decide if it was made that way.

That skirt enhanced the look and length of a pretty decent pair of legs. Her pockets were pulled out hanging at her sides in empty flaps. I wasn't fooled; I could spot deceptively rich people a mile away and this woman stank of a trust fund baby.

"Yeah?" Instead of being offended, she sounded hopeful. What caught my attention was her youthful countenance highlighted by some big pale lips with deep dimples at the corner of a wide mouth that approximated a goofy looking Chesire cat's smile. This yellow bone woman was pretty enough with a big shock of messy reddish-brown hair framing a tragic face.

There was a Band-Aid on her temple, and she seemed to be healing from a blackeye. A closer look revealed she was recovering from two black eyes with a slight cut on her lip that had healed up enough to barely registered to the untrained eye. I knew the look of someone who'd been rolled, and this mixed looking black or Latin woman had apparently survived a pier six level brawl. She quickly figured out what I was looking at, pulling a strand of hair in front of her face, but still smiling hopefully.

"Sorry." I offered not wanting to ask or slip into the role of a white knight.

"I clean up real nice; I should've put on my makeup, but I just wanted to let my skin breathe. Damn, I know how this looks... Uhm, no blow job?" She smiled revealing a chipped tooth.

"I don't want no trouble."

"I ain't nobody... I mean I ain't got nobody, no boy or girlfriends and nothing in-between."

"Got all the bases covered, huh?"

"I guess, but you probably don't believe me. Well, if it will change your mind, six girls did this to me a month and a half ago. Guess I had it coming, huh?"

"How would I know?" I tried not to sound mean noticing her slouched posture. She instinctively went to put her hands in pockets that were pulled out.

"Oh yeah, right." She half chuckled but looked embarrassed.

"What happened?" I finally asked.

"A crispy piece of bacon really wanted to win."

"Huh?"

"Ah, nothing; did something stupid and karma came back like a boomerang. Well, a really big KAIJU sized boomerang, to be honest."

"Kaiju sized?"

"Uhm, giant monster sized? That's what kaiju..."

"... means; yeah, I know what it means, uh?" I kicked myself inside for unconsciously asking her name.

"Aw, you don't wanna know my name." She sounded crestfallen again, averting her eyes.

"Why?"

"I'm not the kind of girl that people wanna know their name; I'm the kind of girl you..." I raised a brow mentally finishing the sentence while her voice trailed off into a mute whisper.

"Me too."

"Huh?"

"I'm that kind of guy too."

"Really?" She looked surprised not knowing what I was admitting to in the least.

"Yeah, wanna have a seat with me?" I nodded towards the other side of the booth, but she hesitated.

"Are you being nice because of my face?"

"No."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Are you?"

"You can't answer a question with a question."

"I can do anything I wanna do."

"Can you fly?"

"No, but I can make you fly." I retorted without missing a beat making her face drop for a second. The realization of what I'd said dawned on her resulting in this big, goofy smile framed by deep crescent shaped dimples.

[FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER]

I unlocked the door throwing it wide open walking into my home carrying her over the threshold wrapped around my torso, arms and legs interlocked in the middle and small of my back. Her purse hung around my neck. I had the remaining hand providing a seat for her to sit on both of our crotches mashed together. My incidental sneaky link proved to be inhumanly limber with both legs folded against her chest, knees somehow hooked over my shoulders. We were torridly making out.

"Can you stick it inside, now?"

"Not without a condom."

"Can I suck you?"

"... uhm." She had these expressive eyes that just sort of drew you in the longer you looked into them.

"Turn me upside down."

"What?"

"Trust me."

I turned her upside down right there in the alcove behind my brownstone front door. This got me an up close and personal with the seat of white cotton panties that were pulled tight across a puffy peach buried deep in what appeared to be a deceptively wider butt than I originally thought. The sound of my zipper being drawn down was audible as she pulled my endowment free still covered in my boxer briefs.

"I'm gonna make you run and get that condom, tee-hee." This tall slim, thick yellow bone was infectiously playful using my underwear as an impromptu condom.

"GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK!!!" There was no working up to it with this woman who started out fast, choking herself on everything poking through my fly. My arms were folded around her back; fingers interlocked in the middle while her thighs cradled my face. Her mound was shoved right up under my nose. She had this fresh smell that assailed the nostrils.

"Wanna eat it, don't you? GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK!!" She didn't seem to want an answer, just happy to hook up still unnamed. We'd mutually decided to have a momentary situationship "without labels" as she put it.

"Damn." I wanted to do that and much more before the night was over.

My crotch became a spit-soaked mess as I ended up walking up a flight of stairs with this wild carefree woman still turned upside down, slurping and half throating me. All sorts of questions were swirling around while as a credit to her skillset, I nearly exploded into my own boxer briefs. This unexpected balletic routine was comedic as I walked about my bedroom navigating around an ottoman to a side dresser as she happily piped up.

"Wow, somebody is well prepared, huh?" She commented still upsides down as I pulled a long roll of condoms from a small top drawer in the antique bureau dresser I'd snagged at a collections auction last year. I couldn't help chuckling as she ripped one packet open from the connected strip uncovering and sheathing my erection almost to the base, hair dangling in front of my thighs.

"Are you a dancer or gymnast, or something?"

"Right on all counts." She answered with a thin fist wrapped around the base of my cock, the other stroking my length of my endowment which was sticking straight out like a flagpole.

"I don't get it."

"I took a lot of dance classes when I was a kid, and I was starting to become a pretty good gymnast until I got uhm... bored. Wasn't in the cards anyway, and by that time I was doing some modeling."

"You're a model?"

"Nope, I ain't nothing."

"..."

"Hey, why don't you have a seat on that ottoman, and I'll show you something crazy." This wild child blew past her own tragic self-assessment intriguing me more than I was willing to let on in the moment. All this and she was still upside down, so I obliged her sitting down on the ottoman in my bedroom with her head in my lap and her puffy looking cooch in my face. Her long legs and thick thighs were confidently wrapped around my neck.

"Whoa."

She did a picture-perfect handstand on my lap; palms flattened on top of my thighs.

"Not finished."

"Huh... WHAT?!!" This carefree yellow bone did a vertical pushup, then pushed up high enough to deepthroat all twelve inches while maintaining that perfect handstand. The sick looking bulge in her throat was arresting, then she did one rep dislodging my prick, but remaining on her hands vertically with this self-satisfied, goofy looking smile on her face. Before I could say anything, she released my neck spreading her long legs wide apart, soles of her expensive ankle boots facing opposite sides of the room, perfectly.

"Lean back and uhm, rest your weight on your palms, please." I did as ask completely transfixed by her natural ability. She did another rep, legs splayed apart upside down, throating me to the hilt. Three more followed, then she bent her legs at the knees flattening her heels against one another watching my shocked face between her biceps, grinning. The heels of her boots parted as she easily assumed a sitting position, butt planted firmly in my lap.

"Oh, my gawd." She perched on my lap; knees bent outside of mine legs wide apart with both feet hovering and inch above the floor, palms resting on said knees. This posture left her wide derriere wedged against my crotch with her back at an angle. There was an innate child-like quality about her signified by her wide rubbery looking Cheshire cat grin as she looked over her shoulder at my face.

"Maybe I should've walked over to your table on my hands instead of geeking out, huh?"

My hands slid under her spaghetti strap top finding a nice pair of sloping bud type tits with an infectious squishiness despite their small size. My fingertips found, rolled and pinched some especially hard nipples that were on the pointy side of things. This sustained breathy moan escaped her mouth followed by a wet sounding slurp of excess saliva as I face the back of her messy shock of shoulder length hair playing with her tits.

I'd found one of her triggers getting a reaction when she arched deep pushing her wide butt harder into my crotch. She was long and lean with some covert hips that were wider than you would think looking at her initially. Her butt looked especially wide in a seated position. The distressed denim miniskirt covering her butt rode up into the small over back because of her angled seated position. Her white cotton panties were beyond skintight.

They were fullback, but her posture made them appear as bikini panties. I found a long progressively deeper rear cleavage enhanced by the pronounced arch in her lower back. She had a fat and plump looking peach that made for one hell of a camel toe attracting my eyes when she leaned backwards against my chest. Her skirt was ceremonial at this point. I dropped a hand down grabbing it like I owned it, letting it rest in my palm.

The underside of my shaft was nestled snuggly between her buns. Her hips were swiveling in my lap, sort of an impromptu lap dance of sorts. Her moans were salaciously wet sounding as she exposed her tits fully. Her yellow bone skin tone kind of caught the light, not exactly jaundiced with the tips of her pointy nipples were reddened dying to be suckled. Four fingers disappeared into her mouth first to the knuckle, then further.

"What the fuck?" I whispered as she pulled that hand out of her mouth glistening with her excessive, dripping saliva. This woman was the epitome of unnatural limberness, reaching back handling my cock no-look stroking.

"People always say I have a big mouth; well, before they try to put their fist in it. Yeah, I get that a lot, but then they start acting crazy getting uhm, accustomed to it. Me, I don't mind because at the end of the day I just ask them one question."

"What question?"

"Hips or lips." Her glib sounding voice went low and husky, tinged with promise. She was asking.

"Hips." Was my response without conscious thought.

Her heels hit the floor with a loud thud as my immediate field of vision was filled with her juicy peach nestled between her lush thighs, twerking and shaking vigorously. Most of this was accomplished with the jiggly movement of her of the upper portion of her long legs. I didn't waste any time managing to pinch the material covering her sex to the side finding her shaved clean downstairs.

This wild and free young woman reached between her legs grabbing me around the root, pointing it at her puffy slit. Her butt slammed down taking the whole thing, heavily slamming into my crotch... repeatedly. She took charge piston-pumping her deceptive wide load into the base of my crotch, a woman possessed. The visual was arresting enough, but she added to the effect, yowling and whining like an alley cat.

"Hold on." She instructed.

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

This time she used both of her hands all ten fingers wrapped around the base of my prick, bouncing her wide butt deep into my crotch with no end in sight. There was this loose nature to her cheeks that caused it to spread wide apart making her warring halves flap around the end of her interlocked fists. She was bottoming herself out on every downward thrust with vicious prejudice. There were arc motion ripples at the top of her rear cleavage.

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

This woman was an absolute beast, sexually speaking.

"Damn." The cat comparisons continued internally as I noticed the arch in her long back following it down to the wide heart shaped butt taking me to pound town. The motion ripples on the smooth surface of her yellow tinted cakes were multiplying vertically. This woman was bending over with both feet planted flat on either side of me almost folded in half steadily bouncing on twelve inches of solid steel meat, full tilt.

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

"Hey?"

"... ah, yeah?" I was covered in sweat and hadn't even realized it watching her buns bouncing on my crotch with machine-like proficiency.

"Can I take the condom off when you cum; uhm, I'm not being weird, it's just that I like the feel of cum all over my ass."

"Oh, is that all?"

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

"Uh, okay." This made her laugh gregariously. She had a sort of stilted nerdy sounding laugh that was all hers legitimately uncool and strange telling me this wild child was genuinely being herself. She was leagues different than the Hartford women I'd serviced recently. If it's even possible, she went harder doing what amounted to criminally sexual standing squats on my business.

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

"... OH-KAY!!!" She giggled loudly enjoying herself playfully adding a little extra because I was watching her grind up my meat in exuberant fashion.

[SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!!!]

My mystery yellow bone seemed to escalate based on my reactions bending all the way over planting her fingertips on the floor between the ottoman, her parted legs and mine. Her love language seemed to be tiered acts of service based off the reactions of her partners, sexually. Her slim-thick frame was glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her cunt became so sloppy, the loose wet clap of her butt started to get visible splashes.

"OHHH-KAAAY!!!" It was all I could barely manage to blurt out as I started to go over.

I felt one of her hands slip down behind my balls tightening enough to be painful while the second stripped off the condom moving quickly. This lasted a few seconds long enough to wedge my certified twelve inches between her sweaty, wobbly cheeks. She paid quick attention to detail even using her panties to trap my cock snug in her rear cleavage. Long, lean with baby making hips with enough rear cheekage to cushion my endowment broke the bank.

"AW-AW-AUG-AUG-AAWWW-AAUUGGG!!!" The first rope shot out of me like a mini-geyser getting some serios height followed by several more at different trajectories of lessening intensity. I'd failed to notice one of her thin fists manically jerking out my load and the fingertips rubbing my taint. A creamy deluge of oily excess was pouring out of my tortured crown cascading down glazing everything. This woman did all this in a standing crouch.

Her back remained facing me, the hand around the base of my cock twisting and jerking in these rough, shortened movements. I knew when I was being milked; it wasn't a foreign experience for me in any respect, but this was different. She used the hand that had been rubbing my taint to open another condom using her fingers alone to tear the packet open. I was sheathed to the hilt followed by her mouth utterly throating damn near my entire package.

"Damn you're..."

"... good enough to do this for a living?"

I didn't say anything but reacted facially as she looked over her shoulder at me. Her expression changed along with mine, kind of dropping.

"I don't, okay? I mean uhm, even if I tried that my dad would have me committed again and have whoever I did it with taken out. Uh, I mean my parents... Uh, I'm not hurting for money. I've got a black card, okay?"

I just looked at her letting my gaze drift down looking at her fist wrapped around my prick still stroking.

"You're a trust fund baby, no big deal." I replied salty.

"Sorry."

"For what?"

"My big mouth; I guess instead of being born with a silver spoon in it, I was born with a big ass boot in my pie hole. Fuck, maybe I was born with a whole combat boot in my shit. I say the stupidest things with out realizing it for a while. I got you right away though, so maybe that's my takeaway for messing up the mood. My dad would uhm... mess with you. My mom might but she's mostly sauced up these days. Fuck, I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

"Yep."

"Shit." The cringe expression on her face softened the hardened expression on mine. I knew I was projecting.

"It's okay; by the way, you're still jerking me off." This made her smile.

"Aw man, this was just my opening salvo; I was just getting started. Uhm hey, you wanna see what else I can do with you?" The playfulness in her voice returned.

I smiled watching her mimic mine with her own. For some reason her mouth looked overly large fitting my early assessment of it as stolen thematically from the Cheshire Cat. The deep crescent shaped dimples at its corners added to her youthful allure outside of everything else.

"GAWK-GAWK-GAWK!!!... oh hey, I'm a whole mess; do you mind if I take my clothes all the way off?" She throated me three times in a row with no visible gag reflex, then stood up fully facing me looking like a mess of rumpled and soiled clothing. Her back was a splotchy mess of jizz, panties, rolled up denim mini and her striped top.

"Is that even a question?"

"Well, they say you don't know unless you ask." I started laughing my ass off facepalming as she shimmied out of her skirt, panties included giving me a direct look at her shaved mound, flat bikini perfect tummy and her sloping conical looking tits. Her nipples were prominent, almost pointed looking in a visual inditement of her staggering arousal. One hand drifted in front of her muff, the other cupped a tit pinching it from the bottom.

"What's your name?" She squinted still smiling, then opened her eyes wide looking away with her brown pupils alone still smiling.

"We talked about this." Her top landed on the floor by my feet.

"Well maybe you're good enough to make me ask."

"Really?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

She cocked her head to one side with a wry half smile which still had a single oversized dimple watching me, arms behind her back. Part of me wondered if maybe she was some sort of nude model for classes in the nearby university. Completely nude, she was a study in slender womanhood, ethnically ambiguous somewhere between white and Latin probably. My assessment of her lineage centered on her wide hips; they fit perfectly.

"I'm a mutt."

"Huh?"

"You had that look."

"What look?"

"I know that look; its eh, sort of like that spiritual mint you get after a really good orgasm. Post nut clarity squared on a spiritual level. Every time I hear that shit, I think the person is trying to figure out where I'm from so he can go shopping there for a knockoff version of me."

"Do you write your own material?"

"I'm serious." She replied cupping both tits squeezing them as she spoke from the heart, wholly genuine with that carefree exuberance that was infectious in a way that made me smile, unguarded.

"Me too; why wouldn't they just take you instead of a knockoff?"

"I'm sexually fluid."

"So?"

"I'm not elaborating; that would be telling, and we agreed not to divulge anything about ourselves. I don't want to put you off, but I tend to get into a lot of entanglements that usually don't go my way. I'm uhm... just doing me, I guess."

"Hey?"

"What?"

"You're sharing."

"Yeah... hips or lips." She deflected.

"Lips." I let her deflect watching as she happily did an especially open-legged squat that nearly made her butt tap the floor, both arms forward back hunched as she got to work. My pendulous balls were pinched with one hand while the other long stroked me towards her bobbing head. Her technique was something to behold as she took half of my length, then all of it to the base random enough to make me squirm, then stopped abruptly.

"Well, I think we know each other enough for you to take your pants off at least." My slacks were casually removed in line with her acts of service ethos. I stripped off the rest as she went back to work vacuum sucking me from stem to stern paying particular attention to the crown with the tip of her tongue. She got progressively sloppier with lots of spit, stopping again.

"Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"Hypothetically, if we were to hook up again with everything on the table; would you "do it" raw with me?"

"HUH?!!"

"Aw, forget I said that."

"I can't forget something like that."

"GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-SLURP-SLURP!!!" She made the case grabbing my balls in her thin fist, swallowing me whole with no effort, sucking and slurping loudly as excess foamy saliva started to run off her chin dripping onto my hardwood floor. Her big pale lips were touching my pubes in tandem, cheeks inverting hard on every outward extended slurp. This woman could easily throat a banana and a half no problem, no wasted movement.

Both hands were continuously moving in tandem twisting with one, the other frenetically tugging at the base just above my balls. Thick veins sprouted all over my shaft enhancing the pulsing sensation. I was all over the place squirming as she progressed to continuously throating me wholesale kissing my pubes with pops of her lips. I was being swallowed up.

"AW SHIT! AW SHIT!! AAAW SHEEET!!! UNG!! UNG!! UNG!!!" Out of the blue, I was thrusting into her bobbing head fucking away at her mouth like there was no tomorrow.

"GURK-GURK-GURK-GURK-GAWK-GAWK-SLURP-SLUURP!!!!"M y head rolled around on my neck, then I laid flat on the ottoman letting my arms hang over its edges, knuckles scraping the floor. This triggered another escalation as her nails lightly clawed and scraped the tender flesh of my inner thighs. The top of her head appeared hovering over my crotch, steadily bobbing. Every part of my body was drenched in perspiration, toes curling.

"OOOOHHHHHH-KAAAY!!!" It was all I could think to shout as I started to cum, hard.

The condom was ripped apart in tatters leaving its elastic ring around my root. Her interlocked ten fingers went into manic overdrive around my cock viciously jerking so hard, I could hear her breathy labored huffs from the exertion. My limbs went slack as I went over again, moaning in haunted fashion. My ears were filled with the wet, squishy sounds of her jacking fists. I arched up off the ottoman, thrusting upward into her hard downward jerks.

Several bursts of watery ejaculate splashed all over the place sprinkling her face in excited bursts until a deluge of cum poured out of my crown like melted vanilla frosting.

"Are you good?"

I raised a weak thumb, panting.

"Nuh, no; I mean are you good to go?"

My head rolled backwards facing the vaulted ceiling of my bedroom incidentally nodding in post coital bliss. One hand remained wrapped around the root of my prick with the other slowly stroking toward her face, milking out a final dollop of cum.

"OH YEAH, OKAY!!" My involuntary nod was taken as a sign of consent. Another condom was easily rolled onto my prick; eyes were focused on what she was doing making sure it was a snug fit. Her youthful sappy smile and visage was flecked with my well-earned jizz.

"... hey, wait."

It was too late. She mounted me taking all my fast diminishing twelve inches to the hilt. This woman had to be some sort of gymnast or contortionist, palms flattened thumbs touching fingers pointing toward the opposite sides of my bedroom. Her back was arched shoving her bare muff into my lap with prejudice. Her knees were drawn up adjacent just above her elbows making this young woman look like Spider-Man perched on a building.

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

There was no mistaking anything at this point.

I was getting the shit fucked out of me by a pretty stranger.

"I'm dead; I'm so fucking dead."

This burst of uncontrollable nerdy giggling filled my ears as her wide floppy butt bounced on my cock like a pogo stick again. I was so rock hard, it hurt.

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

I passed out.

[DARKNESS]

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TEN HOURS LATER

The window was slightly ajar alive audibly with the sound of chirping birds right outside my second-floor window. There was a nest there and some of the little ones were busy pecking away at the modest feeder on my sill.

"Aw man..." My back was talking to me raising concerns about the sustained dead sleep atop the ottoman near the foot of my presently unused bed.

The comforter normally folded across the end of my bed was draped over my naked body.

"Huh?"

An I-Phone (Not Mine) was planted in the middle of my chest on top of the blanket. I picked it up staring at its face finding a cute Japanese red fox character with hearts for eyes on its face as a screen saver. Closer inspection revealed it was the nine tailed fox. I thought it was fitting smiling to myself figuring the phone's owner was probably raiding my fridge downstairs.

"Oh!" There was a message; actually a few messages on her unlocked phone addressed to me. This was evident because of the pic of my spent twelve inches as a thumbnail.

TEXT: Sorry, I haven't had none in six months; I used your tub and uh, had some coffee in your kitchen too. I love Kopi Luwak, its awesome. I left a five-dollar bill on the table for the drink and washed the mug, too. Maybe we could have a drink or fuck again sometime. I didn't get to do all my positions, so I left my phone for you.

TEXT 2: Don't worry about it; I bought a burner phone from the convenience store down the street from your brownstone. LOL! I was going to leave my panties behind, but I didn't wanna get busted without them! FrFr ha-ha! Man, I had to wash my stuff in your bathroom sink but I should be halfway dry by the time I get home.

I slipped on a flannel robe that hung on the back of my bedroom door reading her first two texts with a genuine smile on my face. Downstairs, it was just as she said with the mug, she'd used washed and placed upside down on a folded dishrag. Next to it was a crisp five-dollar bill. I did a doubletake then used the cleaned mug to make a fresh cup.

The expensive blend was a gift from Diane Hartford via two P. O. Boxes keeping things above board. This was the way I usually received physical gifts from "clients" compelled to reward or tip me beyond our prearranged agreement with tangible items.

Part of me thought her daughter Daisy was the tip, initially. Later, I figured I was some sort of reward between mother and daughter. This thought was born out of the two women appearing together for one of her mother's publicized court appearances. Either way, I'd been with three incredibly attractive women in a month and a half. My thoughts centered on the current one as I went to my front stoop to check my mailbox. It was after eleven am.

"Eh?" At the end of my stoop down the redbrick walkway and high gated fence, a car was parked in my space. I didn't have a car for this property but paid an extra couple of hundred to keep the space clear. A guy was sitting there behind the wheel munching on a large sub. He was middle-aged probably in his late forties or fifties, receding hairline barely hid under a ratty looking Trilby Cloth hat, rumbled tan skater jacket over a collared flannel shirt.

"Aw shit, another private investigator." I drifted back out of view, but the guy glanced in my direction suddenly panicked.

His dingy looking beat-up Honda Civic sped off screeching down the block.

"Fucking amateur." I sideways glanced at the ring cam on my doorframe. There were a few more hidden in the yard and one outside the fence level with the curb. I found a pile of junk mail and a few flyers from local businesses in the ornate wall mounted mailbox. Whoever that guy was, I already had his license plate number in crystal clear high definition. This wasn't my first rodeo.

I reached behind the door in the alcove pulling out a covertly hidden laptop wired to all my security cameras. There was a regular setup, but this one belonged to me solely as a preventative measure and backup if footage was "requested" in the future among other things. There was a USB inserted in the side of it that I removed and plugged into my regular laptop. I sent a screenshot of the asshole's license plate number to "friends" in the know.

"Huh, what the...?" My sneaky link's white cotton panties had been shoved in the mailbox.

TEXT 3: Oh hey, heads up I left my panties in your mailbox after all. If you got a girlfriend or wife or husband, sorry. Guess I'm just being dumb again; but I thought that might be kind of cute, uh funny maybe? So, if you're not mad, I'll pay next time we meet if I'm still in the state. Geez, I'm stupid, huh? Probably talking myself out of some good dick, too.

Her fullback panties looked larger separated from the owner which said a lot considering her long lean frame. The thought of her nude model Esque body accentuated by those baby making hips had me aroused wishing she'd waited until I woke up after she put my lights out. I went to the downstairs bathroom my hookup used while I was passed out. She'd cleaned it as evidenced by the half open cabinet under the sink.

"Whoa, this is the first time I've ever had a one-night stand who picked up after herself like a mafia cleaner." I check my phone reading one of the last two text messages.

TEXT 4: I hope this isn't being extra texting you four times already, but you should moderate the natural organic cleaners with the regular stuff; that new age shit is crap. I had a hard time scrubbing your bathroom floor with it. Uh, not judging but maybe you should work on your cardio a little bit. I mean, you're in great shape and a little stamina... uhm, sorry.

"Bitch." Before I could look at the last text my "work" phone started chirping in the other room on its wireless charger.

I found an online nondisclosure agreement waiting for my signature along with detailed instructions that gave me pause long enough to check out the location. I checked out the spot using Google maps finding the location in a less than stellar hood on the west coast with a rental car for my use on standby. This client didn't want me delivered by luxury vehicle. I sat on it for a minute taking a shower, getting dressed for the gym.

"Shit, fuck me; I'm doing it." I realized after my shower, wondering if my wild child sneaky link was communicating telepathically. This made me chuckle and pick up her left behind phone with the intent of going through it. Everything was scrubbed except for her phone number with the nine tailed fox emoji that greeted me when I woke up. I hesitated, hearing my work phone in the other room again. I pocketed her phone leaving my bathroom.

"Now that's some negotiating I didn't expect." Five thousand seemed to be my going rate for a foot in the door. It felt like people were talking, but I wasn't complaining going to my laptop again using the GPS map function to make the trip into that shit neighborhood, virtually. It was a trick I'd learned ten years earlier doing freelance security. It was useful.

Experience dictated I wait a little while longer to see what would happen and an hour to the second, I received a simple question mark text from the home office. I got an email.

"Who the fuck is Jimmy Denver?" I received the identity of the sloppy bum staking out my home, concerned after reviewing the ring camera footage. He'd been there for hours before I saw him in my parking space. I emailed back requesting clarification before answering, then pulled my sneaky link's phone out intending to invite her out for "coffee."

"Son of the bitch; well, would you look at that." She was using a virtual number making things a one-way street. I was half put out and impressed this woman was using what was to me, standard operating procedure. It was different for a change as my work phone chimed again.

"Really?" I got another five grand and a text notification that it was no strings attached whether I took the job or not. The message wasn't in the money; it was in what wasn't being said outright. I rubbed my chin trying to figure out who obviously snitched me out.

"Okay, I'll bite." I took the job, intrigued enough to want to find out the missing puzzle piece. I had one of the several pre-prepped meals in my fridge as the digital plane ticket popped up for the upcoming weekend. It was a red eye flight in economy class seating.

That ticket was practically daring me to upgrade it using some of that incentive money, but I wasn't that easy. I made it a point to never forget where I came from and how I quote-unquote moved up not particularly to the east side, but a brownstone on the northside.

My gaze settled on the upturned mug and the five-dollar bill placed neatly beside it.

"Oh yeah." I pulled her phone out looking at the last text. It was simple.

TEXT 5: Oh, by the way my name is Yoli.

"Yoli?" I rubbed my chin, smiling.

The ball was in my court, I guess.

... to be continued.

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