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"Sir?"

"..."

"Excuse me?"

"Sir?"

"Huh, what is it?" I pulled out my ear buds coming out of a lazy jet lagged doze.

"We're almost at the destination." My driver had been trying to wake me softly. I was a little jet lagged after spending the weekend in the city of the angels. It was some much needed me-time after finishing up with a client I probably shouldn't have had in the first place. After a late-night early morning session, I crashed in my airport motel room for the rest of the day before driving up the coast for some hours of body boarding near a private beach.

I slept in the following Sunday getting up at noon for some shopping at a large mall for a late evening hike in the mountains before settling in for a movie before catching a red-eye flight back to my current home. Despite all that, I was still feeling a bit lagged expecting to relax for the next two days, when I got a notice on my work phone for a local job at one of the downtown hotels. This job had been framed as a "favor" but in reality, was one of those "Offers you Can't Refuse."

"We're here."

Outside my luxury SUV was the entrance to a massive five-star high rise hotel with scores of pedestrians, tourists and guests milling about coming and going. In short, the place was jumping on a Monday. I peered out at the excessive foot traffic, waiting.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" My driver was some female; an Asian woman dressed in a black suit and tie, chauffeur's uniform.

"Are you going inside?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"... oh yeah." She held up a white envelope which I took hesitantly. I opened it finding an access card inside. I flipped it in my hand examining it, sneaking a glance at my driver in profile.

The door lock clicked.

I got out normally and walked into the hotel without looking back. The lobby was cavernous with several groups milling about mixed in with guests and visitors. I moved towards the front desk without looking back as a bellhop passed pushing a precariously stacked cart. I took this moment to use the guy as cover walking deeper into the packed lobby trying to control my heart rate. There was a large steakhouse in the lobby, packed with some large group of men oddly wearing pink fez style hats. Next to it, was a gift shop.

"Uh, how much for the hoodie, miss?"

"Thirty-four dollars." She was Dominican or Cuban, young and fetching with raven-colored locks.

"And this cap?"

"Seven dollars, mister."

I plunked my debit card on the counter standing at an angle peering out into the lobby. There seemed to be several conventions going on simultaneously. I couldn't tell if the driver was still out there, drifting closer to a venetian lid covered widow watching the sidewalk.

"Girlfriend, wife or police?"

"None of the above, I think." I glanced over finding a woman too beautiful for her job, leaning over the glass counter, chin resting on her elbows watching with knowing eyes.

"Hey, I'm closing up."

"And?"

"I might be able to help you out."

"For a price?"

She raised an eyebrow smiling warmly. I got my phone out opening the cashapp as she started closing out her register, business as usual. Her name was Femi, and she made an easy two hundred fifty bucks allowing me to carry a bunch of large cardboard boxes through the back employee area to the loading dock for a hasty retreat from the back of the hotel. I waited until she drove off from the parking garage next to the loading dock before moving out. I crossed the street and walked across a stadium sized parking lot.

Forty-five minutes after that, I was sitting in a sandwich shop at the outskirts of downtown with a freshly bought burner phone texting to a safe number, waiting for confirmation while enjoying a sub, soup and a flavored water.

TEXT: 417-911-304-411-?

It was a simple numbers-based language that told whoever was on the other side of the message what was going on. I'd never used it before, so I knew things would be taken seriously.

TEXT: 411-304-417

They were telling me to stay put while an investigation was in place.

"Uhm, okay then." I wasn't going to risk going home after the driver tipped me off when she broke protocol by personally handing me the card, seemingly unaware. I thought about the sleazy P. I. Jimmy Denver sitting outside my home wondering if there was a connection. I'd been told he was a lightweight, but some of the women I was contracted out to had boyfriends, husbands and partners with pockets as deep as the Grand Canyon.

My brownstone's nest cams were planted inside and out and were being accessed remotely by my sponsor. My things were in a storage locker at the airport after getting the prompt for this new job while I was disembarking from my plane. If the cops or any other interested parties were involved, they'd find nothing on me but two phones with no contacts and muted text messages written in what I hoped were nonsensical code.

It was a waiting game.

TEXT: 311...417...311

"Uhm, okay." I wondered if my situation was related to my recent clients Diane Hartford or Sydney Syd Wilson as both violated protocol by talking about me with the latter trying to record me for her own prurient needs. Diane was under enough scrutiny from the public to warrant a clandestine session with me in the wee hours of the night. I'd been good enough to warrant a second session on her dime with Daisy, her estranged daughter.

"Alrighty then, let's do a little digging." My burner had a few social media apps included, so I went straight to You Tube and Sydney's Queens Corner afternoon show dated right after our session. In the side window of other content on the page, I found a few hundred videos posted based around the fact that she was supposedly "creeping" again with somebody known as the Educated Simp. This was supposedly the man who'd caused a seismic shift in Sydney's life professional and otherwise after she was busted cheating on Sly with him.

I knew enough to avoid third, fourth and fifth hand content about her, so I went right to the source hitting a link on one of videos that sent me to the exact clip causing the online commotion. It depicted the three hosts in their studio, two on one side with Sidney on the opposite side. Alarms immediately went off in the form of a visual cue in the thumbnail.

"Uh, okay." I raised a brow.

Sydney Syd Wilson was sitting there wearing a white print open top head wrap with her shock of light brown hair spilling out in a curly wet look. This left her face out professionally made up more than usual accentuated with a pair of hanging white mod earrings and some rich looking burgundy lipstick on her big, pronounced lips. The rest of her big, curvy bottom-heavy frame was adorned in this off white and teal colored Boho styled mini dress.

"Syd."

"What?"

"What's up girl?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing; are you sure, girl?" Sydney was sitting with her chair half turned, one big juicy leg folded over the other wearing a pair of ethereally white stiletto pumps. The undersides of her thighs were bugling outward enough that someone, probably an intern in production thought to put a light foggy mosaic over the area. The atmosphere in the studio was enhanced by the instrumental from Jill Scott's "Getting In The Way."

"What?"

"Syd." Her partner Finessa was giving up a side eye dressed in her usual track suit, bandanna and baller cap facing backwards. She never made any bones about being a quintessential stud.

"What?" Sydney asked again barely stifling a smile, visibly flushing.

"Look, I don't wanna get nothing started, but you look uhm, well rested." Finessa was measuring her words while the third component of the trio Sherry, was more direct.

"Is he back?"

"Who?"

"SYD!!" both shouted in unison as she raised a fist palm upturned, muffling a playful giggle, utterly relaxed.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Are you going to make me say it?" Finessa pressed.

"Say what?" Sydney was having a hard time stifling that lingering giggle.

"GIRL, YOU UP IN HERE LOOKING LIKE YOU GOT YOUR LEGS FOLDED BACK BEHIND YOUR HEAD AGAIN!!... is that dusty back, Syd? Ain't we folks, girl? Just be honest."

"Gawd damn Finessa." Sydney's smile dropped as she looked between the faces of both women, mouth slightly ajar.

"It is that?"

"It's not that my nigga; and since you trying to be extra about it, I'm gonna tell you and Sherry just like I told them niggas upstairs when they ambushed me with this shit."

"TELL ME SISTA GIRL!!"

"Why I gotta throw my motherfucking panties on top of this table for ratings?!!" Sydney's face went stone cold granite hard which was probably a stark callback to the initial confrontation that nuked the earlier version of her decades long career.

The women both years long friends and business partners, did a slow burn staring at one another while Sherry visibly fretted. Finessa's brow was deeply furrowed, mouth twisted.

"Aw Sydney girl; I ain't trying to fuck with you like that. I'm sorry; I apologize for real, okay?"

"You my nigga for real Finessa; we been girls since we were sophomores back in the day. I'm glad you weren't trying to make a bitch come up out of my dress on this show; you know my old ass rocking them skims up under this dress, right?"

Both women burst into laughter while Sherry remained clueless.

"DOES HE HAVE A BIG ONE?!!" The portly mid-thirtysomething media personality blurted out sounding comedically desperate. She looked out of place, four corners square in a bad church lady wig and a flower print dress that should've been on someone twenty years her senior. Sydney and Finessa stared at the front and side of her face in a dead silence.

"Yeah, it was a really big dick, Sherry." Sydney admitted with a shrug, before looking at Finessa, then off camera as if she were waiting for something to happen.

Finessa looked down into her lap, then off camera waiting as Sydney started to clarify things.

"For the record, I'm divorced, and my former "partner" got the lion's share of our estate with no pushback whatsoever. So, just wanna admit that my vagina wasn't included in that settlement. I cheated and paid the cost, but like I said... my punani WAS NOT-and-NEVER will be PART of any postnuptial agreement, alright? I'm allowed to have sex in whatever manner I choose everybody. I've had sexual intercourse a few times since the split."

"I'm sorry..." Sherry started, but Sydney held up a palm facing her flustered cohost.

"Like I was saying; I'm allowed to fuck people. It's a free country and uhm, well... my body, my choice." Sydney put her hand down looking into the camera in a pointed death glare.

"Damn Sherry." Finessa added.

"Well, I was just asking because you all always talking about stuff and there's never any details! It's perfectly natural to be curious and ask questions when you don't know something, ain't it? Well... ain't it?" Sherry sounded shaky, a bit desperate.

Sydney and Finessa stared back with static expressions.

I ended the clip on that note scrolling through a few related videos hovering over one that saw Sydney Syd take a lie detector to confirm that she wasn't in touch with this Educated Simp person. Our discreet clandestine session resulted in a bump upwards in her popularity across the board.

"I can't believe they got Maury to come out of retirement for that nonsense."

"YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT, THAT WOMAN IS SUCH A HOAH!!" My ears were ringing as I pivoted on the stool I'd been occupying in front of the deli window.

"Excuse me?" I asked pointedly with a raised eyebrow, instantly annoyed.

I found myself looking at this nerdy looking Caucasian woman with a narrow football shaped face and big, blocky looking Tom Ford style eyeglasses. Her hair which was long enough to reach the middle of her back fit her meh face like a drape pulled back when it should've been drawn. There was something decidedly antiseptic about this thirtysomething's presence that was immediately off putting. She'd been looking over my shoulder.

"I said what I said brotha, that "personality" is such a Gaddam hoah." She had a grating Eastcoast accent that indicated she was probably Jewish.

It was in our face, unapologetic as the words that had come out of her mouth. She was wearing a collared beige quarter sleeve blouse partially covered by a denim jacket with plaid patches on the shoulders and pockets. It looked cut a bit high in the hem, distressed not purposely, but due to age matched by this high waisted, floor length jean maxiskirt. The fact that she was of the "Big and Tall" variety wide as a brick wall, almost made me laugh in her weird face.

"I didn't see you there, sorry." I wasn't looking for trouble.

"Now ain't that a first." I did a doubletake at her response earning nothing as if her face were painted flatly on the front of her narrow head.

"Okay then, I'm gonna go back to my phone now; have a great day ma'am."

"I didn't mean nothing by it; you have YOURSELF a nice little day too, brotha." The way she replied made "YOURSELF" sound a lot like "FUCK YOU" as I turned away intent on getting her out of my space. It seemed like she was trying to strike up a conversation in her own little clunky way, but I wasn't having it. I face the window again, ignoring her.

I decided to go over to Sydney's social media finding that she thought it would be funny to continue the theme from her show with a few pics of her in that outfit, decidedly thirst traps. Her take no prisoner attitude flew in the face of that breezy outfit as I focused on one that was a backshot of her standing in the studio corridor reaching back lifting the hem of her skirt enough to reveal a tiny bit of rear cheekage exposing the shape wear underneath.

This woman was a certified spin doctor including a link and QR-code to her Skims endorsement page for a twenty-five percent discount. I'd honestly underestimated my impression on her after we'd hooked up in a back alley and on the side of a garage during the wee hours of the night. Sydney needed more than just sex confessing much after getting her "fill" pun intended. I learned more about her than intended or wanted.

"Huh?"

My attention was drawn away again to the other side of the panel window finding a group of teenage boys all black jostling about on the other side of the glass. It wasn't horseplay, but nervous excitement I recognized from my own tainted youth back in the day. Two of the six boys were aiming their phones what I thought was my direction at first, but actually a few feet over drawing my attention as well. There was a long line to the register.

There she was standing there making one of her parting statements crystal clear. My nerdy interloper with the unkempt curtain of waist length knotted hair. That shit looked like a cape from behind, but more importantly what was making the commotion outside was the mountainous bulge that was stretching that ratty denim maxi skirt to the point of bursting. Her rear end looked like two massive boulders shoved under that cheap dollar store frock.

"OH FUG-MAN LOOKIT DAT SHIT!"

"OH, MY GORSH, BRUH!!" My brow furrowed at the dorky excitement from the teenaged boys on the other side of the window. All of them were wearing catholic school uniforms.

"DAMN, THAT'S A LOTTA ASS, BRYAN!" They were beyond excited in cringe fashion that prompted me to loudly knock on the window.

I cocked my head to the side, mean mugging the group who promptly scattered to the four winds.

That was supposed to be the end of it.

"Here you go brotha." A large decadent blueberry muffin on a napkin was placed in front of me. I glanced up finding the nerdy interloper a little too close for comfort.

"Eh?"

"My hero." She made a gesture with both arms, faintly curtseying. It felt smarmy to be honest.

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

"So, you're gonna shit all over my good will?"

"No."

"Oh yeah, well take a bite outta my good will, why don't ya!" Her whiny attitude and demeanor were grating.

"Why?"

"Why what, brotha?"

"Why do I have to take a bite out of a muffin I earned by basically being a decent human being who acted when I saw some misguided students behaving badly. I'm pretty sure you didn't appreciate the negative attention, and I didn't do it for a reward, uhm?"

"Bernadette, I'm utterly charmed; please tell me more."

"You placed this incredibly decadent muffin in front of me and immediately took umbrage when I didn't react in the way you expected. I mean, how do you know I'm not on a serious calorie count..."

"... yeah sure, you must be like one of them male models I see in the magazines sometimes. You know the phasing out of print media is one of the biggest contributing factors to the decline of western civilization." Bernadette interrupted.

"... and social media." I added not missing a beat.

"You took the words right out of my mouth, brotha. Don't forget the reckless mindless boiler room consumerism and unchecked cashapp politics that have made our culture and national security a pay for play cringe fest on the fuckin world stage."

"You a Marxist or something?"

"Not even, I just go along to get along with a monthly stipend from my fucking trust fund, brotha. By the way, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm somewhat of a Jewish Princess."

"Do tell?"

"So, are you?"

"Are I, what?"

"A male model; not trying to overstep anything but you're very handsome, brotha. Very attractive if I do say so myself. Very interesting to look at, respectfully speaking of course."

"Of course." I added.

Bernadette picked up the muffin taking a casual bite out of it in front of me.

"Oh, so you're eating my muffin now?" I was smiling as she looked at her hand in custody of the treat giving me the impression her action was second nature.

"Well, uhm, I thought you were offended by this muffin on account of you having to watch all of those molecules in your pretty body. Guess I kinda took it off your hands, huh brotha?"

"Calories."

"Eh?"

"Calories, not molecules."

"Yeah, just like you said brotha; want a new muffin?"

"Nah, it's okay."

"It's no problem, I got more than enough money to buy you a fuckin muffin." Bernadette was rocking a big satchel type leather purse draped across her chest I hadn't noticed before. She was leaning against the elevated counter still too close for comfort resting an elbow against the counter blocking my view with her wide hyper pear-shaped body.

"It's not like that, seriously."

"Aw come on beautiful, I gotta get you something, doll." I raised a brow catching on that Bernadette was chatting me up, and not subtly. I wasn't used to this because I rarely got approached by a lot of women and didn't go out a lot. Usually when I ventured out to clubs, shenanigans would ensue in the form of the random angry drunk mad because I wouldn't accept the drink she sent over to my table or the bar.

"I appreciate the offer." Jealous boyfriends or toxic romantic hopefuls rounded out the list. There was some movement over Bernadette's shoulder drawing my attention. One of the teens had returned standing in line watching her huge back porch intently. I noticed his android phone tucked under an arm, probably recording as he noticed me staring.

"What is it?" Bernadette started to turn around as I leaned over addressing the kid who looked barely eighteen.

"That's a bad look, kid." He made it to the counter buying the cheapest thing on it, shooting me a rueful look. He tried to pocket his phone on the sly, failing miserably.

"Relax man, I don't want your girl, bruh."

"Excuse me, son?"

"Really?" The fleeting thought of getting up and slapping the piss out of this lanky fucker crossed my mind, but I was presently incognito.

"HEY BABY GIRL, AH CASH YOU OUTSIDE!!" The punk shouted thumping his chest as he grabbed the door handle.

"I'll break your skinny ass into two whole pieces, ya little shit stain!" Bernadette shouted sounding half playful.

"I'LL MAKE YOU PAY MA' BILLS, GRANDMA!! I'LL PUT YO' ASS ON THE CORNER!!" I facepalmed feeling as if this dumb teen was shouting stuff he'd seen in some old hood movie or on social media. The uneven inflection in his voice told me he was a poser.

I stood up towering over this guy and Bernadette with my hands on my hips, nodding my head in his direction. The rest of my defiled muffin flew through the air hitting the back of the glass door as the student ducked out. She was standing in front of me facing the door. Bernadette's monster sized derriere looked intimidating, unintentionally shoved into my crotch. This woman had a literally shelf of ass meat that looked as if it would burst the material of her denim skirt if she moved too fast.

"THIS AIN'T OVAH, YOU DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE FUCK!! I'M GONNA CALL MY UNCLE!!" Bernadette shouted as some of the other patrons snickered amid peer commentary as I remembered myself as a text popped up on my phone. I snapped up my phone staring at the coded message on its face.

TEXT: 0-511-417-511-24

The message was informing me to stay out of my brownstone for twenty-four hours.

"What, is it your girlfriend... your wife?" Bernadette pivoted half turning which caused her gigantic ass to scrape my crotch, roughly.

"It's nothing, look it's been real; I've got to go Bernadette."

"Just like that."

"Yup." My crotch had ideas of its own bulging from our unintended skinship as she spoke up turning about facing me a full head shorter but wider presenting a living wall.

"Well, guess it can't be helped but I'd like to ask you for a little favor if you don't mind? I get it all the time from those dumb boys from the academy around the corner and its purely horrible, you understand brotha? Well of course you do since you're so incredibly handsome and well uhm, put together. Can I perhaps ask for a little bit of your time, perhaps. You see, I live a block and a half down from here and well... uhm?"

"I don't know about that Bernadette."

"Oh no, I wasn't like making with the indecent proposal bit, handsome. It's just that despite my bravado and all in the face of that youthful misconduct, I'm kinda reticent about walking out of here back to my place. That juvenile pervert has me worried something awful and he wasn't alone. If you wouldn't mind walking me ovah to my front stoop, I'd be eternally grateful."

"Eternally grateful?"

"Sure." The droning sound of her monotone voice and the way in which it dipped into telemarketing-like streams of conscious left much to be desired.

"You can't handle yourself, Bernadette?"

"Well, I'm a delicate little flower." She made the heart sign with both of her pudgy hands, smiling facetiously as I folded my arms half smirking.

"A delicate little flower, huh?" I cocked my head to the side mimicking her sarcastic smirk.

"Yeah brotha; if you don't escort a lady to her boudoir one of those nasty perverted boys might just swoop in and pluck me... like a flower, why don't ya?" Her eyes fluttered behind the thick glasses that reminded of the pair worn this elderly guy in this old Pixar movie called Up. Ironically enough, she was rocking a kaiju sized version of Helen Parr's derriere from The Incredibles, same studio. That thing was visually intimidating to say the least.

I looked over my shoulder finding two elderly men at a corner table watching us intently. My gaze drifted between them from one to the other finding one of them slowly nodding.

"I think you should perhaps listen to those very intelligent gentlemen ovah there; might be in your best interests to do a good deed and help out a poor little damsel in distress."

" Is that right?"

"Sure it is, brotha." Her Eastcoast accent was still grating to the ear, but I saw a means to an end.

"Alright, ladies first Bernadette." I noticed her eyes light up for an instant, then she made it awkward gesturing towards my hand as if she would take it. It seemed as if felt the same way instead grabbing her handbag strap turning around walking briskly to the door. I glanced over at the female counter finding the cashier staring first at Bernadette's monster sized donk, then at me with an irritated expression. I pocketed my phone walking outside.

"You coming, or what?" Bernadette called out while I was looking at the young twentysomething cashier. The tone of her voice sounded annoyed, desperate.

"Ladies first." I followed her outside onto the street.

Bernadette was walking ahead a few steps in front of me. The way she moved was heavy, sort of plodding which was amplified by the weight she was carrying. This caused seismic ripples across her immense backside like the biggest bowl of jello you ever saw. Back in the day we used to call it a giggle walk, but it looked as if Bernadette cornered the market. I walked quicker coming up on her side finding a determined look on her face.

"Don't mind me, I just gotta get it moving; I'm dragging a whole lotta wagon back here, brotha."

"Do tell."

"Like you didn't notice."

"Stop."

"I felt you poking me back there in the store; and you know what I said to myself?"

"What?"

"Self I said; uhm, self what we have here is a bonified gentleman. You know that handsome? I don't get to meet guys like you every day, especially in my community, brotha. I'm used to being the thumb on the hand, the odd girl out. The fat friend who's just happy to be allowed to breathe the same air as her skinny attractive fucking friends."

"Given it a lot of thought, huh?"

"Like you didn't notice." Bernadette repeated.

"I think the tape is stuck on repeat."

"Oh, we got us a real live comedian here; I'm just yucking it up brotha. Now, like I was saying before you started making with the jokes; I don't get to meet a lot of guys like you every day and especially not around here. What you got around here is your run of the mill wallpaper goons and backseat perverts with no kind of decent upbringing and no filter. There's a little convenience store and farmer's market I can't even go to on account of his old, smelly Tuchus who owns both joints. I refuse to be his whore for a ten percent discount; know what I'm saying?"

"Are you from New York?"

"No."

"Are you from New Jersey?"

"Are you from fucking Compton?" Bernadette shot back leaving me impressed at her awareness of what I was getting at.

I started chuckling as she looked at me directly.

"Hold up a minute, brotha." Bernadette stopped in the middle of the sidewalk facing me.

"Uh, okay."

"You wanna know something, huh? I was moderating everything that came out of my mouth from the moment we started talking. You know why, brotha? It's because people tell me that I'm habitually out of pocket. Tell me that I say a lotta inflammatory shit, you know? Diarrhea of the fucking mouth and whatnot."

"... and."

"A while back I hooked up with a brotha, foot in my mouth up to the knee. Somehow, we still got it in if you know what I mean. We got along famously, but he eventually fell off too."

"So, what are you trying to say, Bernadette?"

"I felt you poking me back there. Yeah, I almost said something out of pocket about you black guys and big butts, whooty, and uh... pawgs. Yeah, that's right. Uh, I'm a phat ass white girl, brotha. Zaftig to the ninth degree and ain't no regular guy can handle all of this I'm dragging behind me. You got options see but me, I'm hoping for a little something."

"What are you hoping for, Bernadette?"

"Uhm, I'm hoping you'll give me a chance to show you what I got." Bernadette looked earnest giving me the impression she was trying to self-sabotage.

We stared at one another for a few minutes before I decided to break things up with a simple gesture in the direction she was going. Bernadette hesitated, then continued onward walking a few feet ahead of me giving what she probably considered her best side. I wasn't going to say anything one way or the other, but I knew what I would do if she decided to bend over in front of me. I was following protocol while things were checked out after all.

Damn near every time I ventured out from my home, I'd get approached by a woman or two. Initially it had been hard getting used to it, but over time my responses ran along lines of muted indifference these days. I understood Bernadette, but I wasn't inclined to do anything but show her a good time if I so chose. She motioned as if she were going to look back at my face but didn't for a few steps until it became too much to bear. I smiled robotically knowing I could fake genuine emotion but chose not to as we reached the foot of a brownstone apartment that was a grungy, messy version of mine several bocks over.

There were three buildings wedged together bordered on one side by this steeple top corner store that looked like something from the eighteen hundreds. This area was packed with pedestrians, neighborhood foot traffic that was constant, nonstop. The sidewalk was uneven with signs of consistent, yet sparse city work marred with chalk hopscotch and Tik Tok Doe grids scribbled onto the concrete. All the building stoops were steep and crammed with people, mostly kids of all ages. It was a ghetto drenched in dingy vanilla.

"... well, we're here; if you wanna run away, now's your chance to do it." Bernadette made this sort of slight gesture with both arms, head tilted eyes cast down at the sidewalk which had an unflattering drawing that looked like her drawn by some wayward kid. She was part of this generations old neighborhood, no doubt.

"Change your mind?" I teased.

The stoop in front of her building was stuffed with people, mostly kids along with two women conversing, one elderly wrapped in several shawls while the disheveled former was in her early twenties, loose looking. Their eyes settled on us, staring pointedly. Bernadette cast her eyes down while I looked both dead in the face, unbothered. They looked away. This gave Bernadette an opportunity to ascend the stoop with me in tow.

I got an up close and personal with what approximated two dueling boulders, bobbing dangerously way too close. The thing was big enough to screen a movie on, and it looked like Bernadette wasn't wearing any panties underneath the thin denim material of her maxi skirt. I glanced over finding the younger of the two women on the stoop eyeballing me. She had a sickly-looking cream pallor to her skin, bags under her eyes and a shock of shoulder length dirty reddish hair pulled back into a ponytail. She looked like an ethnic Roma.

"Don't stare, they don't like it brotha."

"Oh, sorry." I nodded towards the younger woman who responded with this snake like smirk. The older woman scoffed, spitting a loogie on the lower portion of the stoop.

"They don't care, brotha." Bernadette replied in monotone fashion.

She produced a key on a long piece of orange yarn from around her neck, bending slightly at the waist to unlock the big oak door with a rectangular window at its center, leading inside. She had to use het dense hips to push the heavy door open resulting in this loud scraping sound which reminded me of nails on a chalkboard. I stayed two steps down watching as she inched inside then turned gesturing for me to join her.

"Whoa, this is uhm, nice."

"You like? This is one of them old relics from the gilded age of the city; restored of course."

"Of course." The inside led into this open area that immaculately restored including the furniture, a large drawing room and open areas with a long stairwell leading up to the upper floors. Bernadette allowed me to take in the vintage furnishings but grabbed my hand before I could walk into another room, fully. She averted her eyes when I looked at her.

"Uhm, the first two floors are like, a shelter for messed up bitches-I mean, women-in-crisis. My place is up on the third floor, all private and everything, I assure you."

'You live in a shelter?" I sounded a little more shocked than I intended making Bernadette flinch.

"Slow your role brotha; my cousin owns this building as part of her trust. She one of those liberal snooty booty type people sans the blue hair. So, what that means is that this is a glorified nickel and dime operation, and a huge fucking tax write-off. I'm a day manager. Uh, I'm an afternoon manager and I'm uh..."

"... a night manager too." I finished her sentence.

"Sure." Bernadette answered interlocking her fingers in front of her body, cracking all ten of her knuckles, batting her eyes in a lame attempt to sound demure, but coming off more like gender bent Woody Allen in the moment.

"Why doesn't she just make you the manager of the place twenty-four seven?"

"Who needs a Gaddam paper trail for the fed pencil pushers, huh?" Bernadette answered more questions than she intended, making me chuckle behind a closed fist pressed against my mouth. She favored the handbag strap across her chest with a plucky smile on her narrow face chortling a little too, getting the joke at her expense.

"What am I gonna do with you, Bernadette?"

"Why don't you come on up to my place so we can find out together?" I did a doubletake at her slick use of words.

I gestured towards the stairs.

"You go on up to the top, I wanna look at your butt this time." I did my second doubletake, acquiescing taking the stairs up to the second flight with Bernadette following close behind. The fleeting thought of someone waiting up the top with a butcher's knife crossed my mind. It was dark upstairs with some low lighting from the vintage fixtures.

"Hey wait, I'll go in front of you; there's some rooms up here on the floor and I don't want any of these goony broads getting the wrong idea around here. None of the doors have any locks on the second floor, brotha. Half of the girls are gonna drag you into one of them rooms, but the others will probably cut your nuts off."

"Excuse the fuck out of me?!"

"I got it, don't worry about a thing... ALRIGHT GIRLS, ROOM AND PERSONAL DRAWER INSPECTION!!" Bernadette shouted loud enough to create a hollow echo that carried.

The sound of several slamming doors followed loud enough to make my ears ring.

"Alright, coast's clear." Bernadette inched by me as much as she could on the stairwell, not so subtly grabbing a handful of my crotch finding her chubby digits stretched to capacity. We exchanged glances with her reacting facially to that stolen handful of my junk. I could've grabbed her ass, at least the top portion of it but I was trained not to be performative in the presence of anyone but a designated client. I was trained well.

"Having fun?" I was referring to her hand which was still on my business.

"Ain't we getting acquainted, brotha?" She replied a little flushed as her hand gave my package a squeeze followed by a pinch from her fingertips on the head of my cock. Her touch in those seconds, spoke of some skill on her part. She released me using that same hand to guide up to the third-floor landing which provided a sharp contrast to everything below. At the top of the landing, I found several packed boxes littering the narrow dimly lit corridor that made up the floor holding Bernadette's apartment. Some were stuffed with all manner of books, periodicals and old magazines.

"Uh, I'm kind of a deep thinker and well, I like to read about things. Lots of things; all kinds of things, brotha. It's kinda hard tossing stuff out when you might want to read it later. Uh, I'm kind of a collector. IT'S NOT HOARDING! Seriously, I've gotta I. Q. of about one hundred and forty, brotha. You don't get that way by staring at the boob tube all day."

I continuously massaged her hand while she ranted just letting her spazz out while staring intently into her grey eyes. She softened under my gaze staring to use her fingers in the same way. Bernadette took my other hand rubbing and squeezing in similar fashion.

"Hey, can I ask you a question, brotha?"

"Shoot."

"Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?"

"Are you serious?" I tried not to chuckle but failed miserably.

"Do you know what you look like, brotha?" She added, chortling as much as I was.

We stood there pressed against one another at the top of the stairs looking at one another, hands and fingers interlocked. The skinship was casual, but for some reason sexy as hell.

"Can I hug you?"

"Yeah, sure Bernadette." I did my best imitation of her thick, east coast accent making her smile and bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing outright. She pulled my arms towards her body drawing us closer together. This woman was a head and a half shorter than me, dense and heavy ridiculously pear shaped. Bernadette started lightly swaying horizontally. We let go mutually as she wrapped her arms around me, locking fingers in my lower back.

Bernadette pulled me closer, visibly excited tightening her grip until I felt her fingertips creeping onto my butt. I knew enough to keep silent letting her get comfortable as she began to grab everything back there, fully groping me. Bernadette wasn't getting a piece; she was getting the whole thing as her hands slid under my jacket and shirt slowly rubbing and massaging my lower back.

"You've got some good hands, Bernadette." Her movements were methodical, pointer finger sliding up my spine. Her free hand moved to the front slowly raising my shirt exposing a hard nipple. Her hands flattened over my pec, fingers spread wide apart, French tipped nails in creamy white. It was a different element from the rest of her dowdy presentation.

"I'm a licensed massage therapist... among other things." She huffed framing my chiseled pecs with two fingers starting to pinch and roll my nipple.

"Among other things?"

"Notary, part-time realtor, substitute kindergarten teacher, painter, plumber, driving instructor, fry cook and life coach, brotha." Bernadette concentrated on my right nipple rolling it intensely.

"Life coach?"

"Hey, I know a lot of things, alright." Bernadette lapped at my exposed nipple with the tip of her tongue.

"You really do have some good hands."

"Oh, you have no idea." She started flicking my nipple with the tip of her pointer finger, sucking and audibly slurping on it randomly pinching it, hard.

My cock surged and fattened starting to inflate in throbbing pulses I hadn't felt since I was in my second year of high school. Her pointer finger was traveling along my spine teasing up an enticing friction. Bernadette continued swaying starting to use her ridiculously wide hips. She locked lips on my nipple fellating it with a vacuum suction that felt incredible.

"I have a premium hard cover edition of the Karma Sutra, all seven books, The Sexual Practices of Quodoushka, Savage Love and Dr. Ruth's "Sex for Dummies" among others, why don't ya? You know, I like to stay well read up on things in case you hadn't noticed."

"I noticed Bernadette, I noticed." I glanced over at the scores of boxes stuffed with books and various Knick knacks littering the third-floor corridor that made it look as she were in the process of moving while she bared my chest and six packs abs fully, visually enraptured, mouth agape. The rambling, ethnically distinct sound of her voice was lulling.

"Aw, would you look at this right here; you're looking so scrumptious that I don't know what to do with myself. I ain't gonna lie brotha, I just wanted to get a look at you earlier in the deli. I never thought I could pull a real beauty like you, even with all this keister I got back here. I get my share of thirsty guys coming on to me real heavy like, but you're the first brotha since my first black man that I've ever got that I really wanted. He was a blind date."

"Oh yeah?"

"My cousin Claudia hooked me up with him fair trade so she could go out with this married ass hat she was dealing with in her snooty circle. He was just so fine, but nothing like you brotha. I mean I ain't trying to objectify you or nothing, but you don't even look real to me. I almost pinched you back there in the deli. Glad I didn't though, sorry I'm so..."

"... it's okay, Bernadette." I slowly removed her purse from being draped across her chest, dropping it onto the hardwood floor, nodding in time with every word she said.

"You ever been so anxious, that you felt paralyzed? That's how I feel right now looking at you and not believing you're in front of me, like for real and everything. I know how it sounds, so maybe you can believe it like this, brotha." Bernadette took my hand in both of her own flattening my palm in the center of her chest. Her heart was thumping wildly.

I was taken aback for an instant not feeling worthy of her adulation sexual or otherwise.

"You get it, eh brotha?"

Instead of answering, I wrapped my arms around her neck leaning down to kiss Bernadette. It was a chaste affair that left her flushed facially. I gave her a second, adding my tongue for a few minutes before withdrawing, peeling her denim jacket off her shoulders. This hit the floor partially draped over her handbag leaving me looking at her top in detail. Her narrow face was almost beet red in complexion, chest heaving.

Her beige quarter sleeve blouse was nothing of the sort, but actually part of a bodysuit loose fitted and slight billowy above the waist. There was no belt holding the floor length denim maxi dress to her body. Her thick waist and overly wide hips kept the worn garment snuggly fitted to her body as it were. Bernadette's eyes were locked onto mine as she dug her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her dress shimmying out of it with a jiggly shake of her monster sized, baby making hips. The rest of the bodysuit shockingly came into view.

"Uhm, I kinda made this outfit on my sewing machine back there in the room facing the alley. Ah, really needed something I could go out and walk around the neighborhood in without getting groped and propositioned by dirty old men and punks. I don't wanna end up shoved in a trunk somewhere on the tracks because of this ass, you understand, brotha?"

Below the purposely designed top was the skintight rest of this bodysuit that did her no favors but did wonders for my business downstairs. The beige material was so tight, it looked like it had been drawn onto her figure, high enough on those obscene hips that a perfect triangle shaped patch of material covered her mound.

"Bernadette, take a few steps backward."

"Oh, okay." She sounded crestfallen taking two steps backward stumbling the third step.

"Wow."

"What?" Bernadette raised a brow above her thick eyeglasses; a pointer finger pressed to her bottom lip.

From the top of her head to the bottom of her feet you could visually trace a diamond shape. She was the epitome of a pear shaped bbw, but the story here was her legs which while large and overly thick in the thighs, were devoid of any real cellulite, shapely. Her top was baggy probably sewn over the actual body suit giving this woman an extra buffer from whatever the outside world had to say about her body which was a parody of an hourglass.

"Uhm, I know you probably wanna see this, huh?" Bernadette turned around with the same dumpy, plodding movements she moved about on the streets outside her building.

Time stopped with Bernadette's rear view in the form of the monstrosity of an ass sitting at the bottom of what now looked like an impossibly small waist compared to everything else and her oversized showgirl quality legs. Her long hair ended just above her waist looking more like a drape, maybe a cape of sorts. Bernadette looked back over her shoulder, sort of mopey. She was staring at me without word, sort of waiting. I was sporting a tent.

"Oh yeah, sorry brotha; you wanna see everything I got, huh?" Bernadette peeled her top down exposing the grey strap of what looked like a cotton sports bra. The other shoulder followed, then the rest which ended up stuck at the top of her smallish waist. Bernadette looked back, then reached down fumbling for what turned out to be a button holding everything together. Thee rest of the garment snapped apart like a broken rubber band.

I didn't say anything slipping my jacket and shirt, dropping it onto the floor next to the pieces of discarded clothing already there. Bernadette was busy removing and slipping the rest of her clothing off in similar fashion. She held it in front of her body still facing away from me with a posture that indicated some sort of body shame on her part. I stepped out of my shoes while unbuckling, losing my boxer briefs and pants in tandem.

"I uhm, guess you want me to... OOHHH!!!" Bernadette turned around partially hiding her torso and abdomen behind her bodysuit, shocked when she found me removing my socks one after the other.

"Quid Pro Quo, Bernadette?" I smiled, then sling shotted my boxers in her direction, naked. My cock was sticking straight out like an arrow pointed at a surprisingly shaved bare mound that was puffy in a good way. Her homemade bodysuit drifted down to the hardwood floor at her feet. Bernadette was still wearing her grey cotton sports bra which looked like it could use a wash or two. One of her chubby hands palmed a tit, staring back.

"Oh, my gawd, you took all of your clothes off."

"That's how people fuck, right Bernadette?" I folded my arms behind my back with no shame whatsoever, letting my business speak for itself.

"... uhm, yeah." Her eyes were noticeably saucer wide looking at my certified twelve inches of meat.

"Bernadette?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to take off that sports bra?"

"My tits are ugly."

"Bernadette."

"What?" She answered ruefully crossing both hands over her chest hiding her covered tits from view.

"Take it off."

Bernadette brow furrowed, face twisting as she bit her lower lip looking anxious. I didn't know what to expect but knew how to act in front of her. This thirtysomething had some serious body issues coupled with what seemed to be some unspoken past trauma. In that instant I remembered how Sydney Syd aired out her closet after our last night session.

"I got all of this, and you still need some tits, huh?" Bernadette shifted half turning to the side then went the other direction using the same motion before peeling off the offending garment. She draped one arm in front of her breasts, letting the bra hang at her hip with the other. We stared at one another until she relented, dropping the arm covering her breasts.

Bernadette tucked her chin truly embarrassed by her bust. Her breasts were slender, sort of conical presenting her dilemma in dramatic fashion. They drooped a bit probably a 38 C-Cup or small D in size. The issue was in the presentation. Bernadette's areolas were large enough to cap almost the entire edge of her breasts with visibly chunky, blocky nipples coal black while the rest of her gentile figure was pale. Her expression radiated shame.

"Told you; I bet you're probably grossed out now, huh?" She tucked her chin looking down at her feet, crestfallen. Bernadette was wearing a pair of sandals that looked like glorified flipflops. Her feet were smallish looking despite everything besides her tits being economy sized, toenails French tipped edged in white. She crossed one leg behind the other at once timid and demure, then stepped out of them one after the other becoming barefooted.

"Bernadette." I stuck my hand out, saying nothing.

Barefoot, she had a sort of pigeon-toed gait gingerly moving forward taking my hand, melting into my body. My hand cupped and massaged the right side of her face, rubbing a thumb along her lips until her lips parted. Bernadette's lips pursed around my digit as I methodically pumped into her mouth. She started vacuum sucking and slurping my thumb. I kept this up until I felt her hand wrapped around my shaft, exploring my endowment.

"Oh!"

"What brotha?"

"... that, feels good." She was tugging and jerking on my shaft with these measured strokes, using a twisting motion.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it feels really good." Bernadette started going deeper drawing her hand down into the base of my cock, working her wrist back up to the crown teasing it with her doughy palm. Our eyes watched her play with my endowment while my thumb stuck out of the corner of her mouth.

My free hand found her left tit, testing it out finding a loose spongy feel to it that contrasted with the bullet hardness of the plump nipple drenched in a charcoal blackness that capped it making up the oversized areola. Bernadette's eyes shifted to the hand handling her tit, then back to my face kind of inquisitive. She was breathing heavily, mouth opening.

"That feels good, too hon."

I withdrew the offending digit applying the tip of my saliva glazed pointer finger to her nipple. Bernadette's nostrils flared as I flicked her admittedly sensitive nipples. My other finger went into her mouth earning the same level of intense suction. I pinched and flicked both rubbery nipples, randomly squeezing her tits hard enough to make them change shape. Her long outward strokes became more insistent, hard tugging flicks of her wrists.

"Damn, feels like you know what you're doing with that, Bernadette."

"Oh, you have absolutely no idea, brotha." She replied wetly.

Bernadette wrapped both hands around my cock fingers interlocked stroking rough, hard and intense with an outward motion aimed at her surprisingly flat belly. Both of her thumbs were pressed against the underside of my shaft grinding the thick vein there. Her mouth hung open, huffing breathlessly from the exertion of taking me places.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum, okay?" She instructed, now long stroking in an upward motion, grinding both thumbs on the underside of my prick, French tipped nails scraping.

"Ah, okay Bernadette." Her hands movements felt heavenly with just the right amount of hard and soft feathery pressure applied to the sensitive points of my endowment.

She began running her fists in uneven intervals along my shaft, twisting and screwing, using her thumb and the scraping tips of her nails on my crown. My gasps became more labored, stressed as she jerked really hard in an upward motion, dabbing the tip on her soft tummy.

"Uh-Uhm, shit I'm gonna...!!" I blurted out less than ten minutes after she asked as things got slick and wet, precum starting to splash everywhere glazing her jacking fingers.

Bernadette dipped down face level with my abdomen, burying the upper half of my prick between her lips vacuuming her cheeks with this loud sustained slurp that sounded like she was drinking a milkshake. Her teeth were scraping the head of my cock as several thick pulsing waves of cum painted the inside of her mouth. The woman had me whining, loudly. Bernadette's hands went into overdrive jacking up a sprouting lattice of veins all over my meat. Her sweaty palm cupped the underside of my testes, rolling my pendulous balls.

"... AH-AH-AH!! SHIT!! KEEP SUCKING...!!!" She was that good with exceptional "hand magic" and a just above adequate mouth game, considering my "job" of all things.

Bernadette let a deluge of juices run down my shaft using the combined fluids as a slick lubricant. She was squeezing, twisting and jerking in perpetual motion making it feel as if there were three pairs of hands all over my business. It was an incredible sensation.

"... AH-AH-AW-AAAWWW, SHIT KEEP JACKING!!!" One of my legs started shaking uncontrollably as my inner thighs seized up. I was going over less than ten minutes after I'd just cum as Bernadette knelt upright on her knees tilting her chin upward, mouth wide open. Her fists were tightly wrapped around my length at the top and base stroking the shit out of twelve certified premium inches of chocolate. I could see the fillings in her teeth.

An oily dollop of jizz oozed onto her tongue.

"AUG-AUG-AUG!! AW-AH SHIT-SHEEET!! AAAWWW!!!" Five powerful ropes of cum filled her gullet in waves. Bernadette never stopped sucking me off, going until was on rubbery knees. Her fists clasped at the middle of my shaft roughly tugging me through this leg shaking orgasm. Bernadette was taking a little more than half, bobbing her head horizontally and vertically in random intervals while the rest of her body remained still.

[GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK!!]

Bernadette gagged herself briefly rearing up trying to take the rest but failing miserably, releasing me to sit on her haunches. Her right hand remained gliding wetly along my endowment from stem to stern, thumb rolling over the slit on my reddened crown.

"Sorry, old habits die hard brotha." Bernadette explained completely flushed with a hand cupped under her chin.

"Old habits!" She snickered and coughed, reacting to my surprise. Bernadette sniffled a bit flushed on the bridge of her nose and cheeks, steadying herself with a hand on my thigh using the other to jack my length tight and slick, tip to base. Bernadette aimed the head of my cock at her mouth engulfing the head using her tongue all over it gradually taking more until she was struggling with a little over half.

It was all she could manage without going into a gagging fit. She used both hands stroking towards her face as her head bobbed forward to meet it. We were interrupted by some snickering and barely muted peer commentary just above a whisper. My head shot back finding some shadows on the wall quickly shrinking away accompanied by frenzied foot falls. Bernadette peered around my thighs towards the stairwell, brow furrowing.

"IT'S GONNA BE A REAL SHAME EVICTING A BUNCH OF LOOKEY LOOS DOWN THERE!!"

I was unprepared for what sounded like a stampede run followed by the heavy front door slamming at least three times in a row. I just stood there in my birthday suit looking in the direction of the noise kinda feeling like it was a bad move for me to get naked in the hallway of what amount to a flop house full of at-risk women. I felt Bernadette's response was worse, butt knew she would deal with the consequences alone.

"Most of them are here on city voucher's and a few got dumped over here by their shitty parents. It ain't gonna take me more than a week to fill their spots, no fucking cap."

"Brutal." I took her hands, pulling Bernadette to her feet.

"Don't worry about it; assholes always land on their feet and most of these bums are fucking reprobates, I tell you."

"You're here, Bernadette."

"Like knows like, maybe; but that's not important right now when all I wanna do is play with this all day and all night before I fuck you dry, brotha. I mean, well I hope those bitches didn't ruin the mood or nothing. Are you gonna let me?"

"Let you what?"

"Are you gonna let me make you cum over and over again until you walk funny, brotha? I really don't get a lot of action; well, nothing satisfying anyway to be perfectly honest."

Bernadette's right hand had been continuously taking me from stem to root, rhythmically keeping me in an edged state of arousal. Again, instead of answering, my thumb invaded the corner of her mouth earning a sustained and very audible slurp followed by sustained suction that made my cock pulse in her soft palm. I started rowing it in and out of her mouth getting some rapturous moans that carried along the third-floor corridor.

Bernadette let go of my member grabbing my free hand releasing the offending digit from her mouth with an audible plop of her lips. That freed hand drifted down to a breast massaging and squeezing it hungrily under her very excited eyes. She rubbed the top of the hand holding mine with her thumb.

"Can you do that with this down here, using mine down here, brotha?" Bernadette asked just above a whisper getting a nod. She directed my pointer finger back into her mouth.

I stared for a few seconds.

Bernadette slowly backed away stroking my cock as she used it like a fleshy leash, slurping and sucking on my pointer finger until it slipped out. There were probably four to five rooms on this dimly lit floor with some slivers of light emanating from a few of them. I caught a glimpse of one well lit room, door cracked. Inside, there was a simple air mattress with a quilt on top of it facing an old television on a low metal nightstand with a large rectangular window behind it. The room was painted in a tan color that gave everything an orangish glow. Another room was stuffed with boxes and several pieces of discarded furniture.

"I gotta lot of stuff." Bernadette explained, pushing the door open at the end of the corridor.

"... oh, wow."

Inside was an expansive room with a polished hardwood floor. There were stacks of books and magazines of all sizes all over the place, mostly ringing the walls. It was a miniature library in and of itself. There was a brick fireplace to the far right of this space large enough to be a single apartment. Smack dab in the middle of the floor was a thick round circular futon mattress. Some random sheets and bedding littered the hardwood floor around it.

"OOOHHHH!!!!" Bernadette shrieked as I gathered her up in my arms walking over carefully planting her large pear-shaped body in the middle of it. I covered her on all fours staring down into her face. The surprised expression and flushed cheeks made my cock throb and pulse as I looked her over letting my gaze roam up and down incidentally finding a birth control patch on her abdomen under her belly button above her mound to the side.

"Spread it open for me, Bernadette."

She blanketed her mound with both hands, pressing down on the sides of her opening which presented as a longish slit slightly darker after being shaved clean. It opened wide with a barely audible stickiness revealing her rich looking pinkish insides, visibly flexing. Bernadette had a prominent clit engorged and aroused, plump all the way out of its hood.

"OOOOOOHHH!! OH! AH-AH-AAAWWW!!! OOOHHH!!!" I went wet, sloppy and nasty out of the gate nibbling and sucking making a meal of Bernadette's snatch. The effect was immediate as she started squirming wildly. Her posture was odd for a woman of her size. Bernadette had both legs spread wide apart bent at the knees with her soles facing one another arms straight down, hands framing her muff. I palmed Bernadette's inner thighs.

"AH-AH-AH-AAAWWWWNNN!! AWN!!! AHM-GUNNA-CUM SO FUCKIN'HARD, BROTHA!" Her cunt became a sloppy mess on the inside, stick glistening essence coating her inner thighs. Bernadette arched up off the futon slamming her cunt against my mouth, mewling and whining. Her voice echoed off the walls probably carrying outside the room.

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

As soon as she started screaming, I slammed all twelve inches of my premium meat deep into her snatch, fucking her with machine-like proficiency. Bernadette's cunt was swollen and excessively inundated with juices. The moment my crown thumped into the back of her box, Bernadette's thick legs snapped into place ankles interlocked in the small of my back. One of her arms slipped underneath my pit, palm rubbing along my spine.

"OOHHH FUCK ME!! FUCK ME BROTHAAA!! FUCK ME HARD!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, the other hand palming and lovingly massaging the back of my head.

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

Bernadette was a hungry kisser, tongue slipping into my mouth swirling about moaning loudly. Her head rolled about following my natural movements, reacting involuntarily to my cock plunging deeply and steadily plowing her relentlessly.

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

She was an incredibly snug fit tight around my girth with an infectious wetness as if she were built specifically for my cock. The more you pumped and thrusted into it, the tighter it felt. My ears were filled with gasps and labored grunts that ramped up or decreased depending on the intensity of my thrusts. Random eruptions and bodily tremors came and went accompanied by her nails digging trenches into my back, Bernadette enraptured.

Her thick meaty arms and chubby hands were traveling up and down my back as she tilted her chin up allowing me to suckle her throat. It was work thrusting into her with those big, shapely legs wrapped high, interlocked in the small of my back. Bernadette's monster sized ass was so big, the underside was cradling the root of my endowment and cushioning my balls. It truly felt like I was pinning Bernadette to the floor through that round futon.

"OH!! OH-MY-GAAAWDDD, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY DIGGING ME OUT, BROTHA!!! YOU ARE THE GADDAM MOST!! BROTHA!! BROTHAA!! BROTHAAA!! AW FUCK ME-BAA-BEE!!"

"UNG-UNG-UNG-UNNGG-UNNNGGG!! AW SHIT!! AW SHIT, ITS TIGHT AS FUCK!!" I'd been with large women before; it was par for the course until I hit my stride. Bernadette's cooch was damn near virginal by comparison. The thumping, knocking sound of our dueling uglies on the floor was deafening. Out of nowhere things got progressively wetter, proof of the utilitarian side of my technique. We were getting it in, making a lot of noise.

"HOLD!! HOLD! HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, DON'T MOVE! UM-UM-CUMMIN!! UM CUMMIIN!!" Bernadette went into a squirming fit underneath m, suddenly digging her nails into my shoulder blades arching up into a final downward thrust that ignited a powerful orgasm. Her narrow face twisted, brows deeply furrowed with sharp dimples appearing at the corners of her nose and mouth teeth gritted. I held fast pressing down with my crotch.

I used my dead weight pushing up on my palms into a pushup position letting Bernadette grind and hump desperately up into my pelvis, fucking herself into nirvana for all of ten minutes until she started to settle down and relax. Several bursts of moisture sprayed out of our joined connections, wetting my crotch and the inside of my thighs.

"... I'm cumming so fucking hard, brotha; so damn hard, it hurts." Bernadette started to murmur as the vertical wrenching and flopping began to subside. Her face wore a mask of shiny glistening perspiration. We were drenched in sweat together, slipping and sliding around all over each other. I started to slowly thrust into her juiciest parts watching the strained expression on her face soften as streams of tears began to run from her eyes.

I popped out wetly, kneeling between her spread thighs on my knees looking at my handiwork. Her thighs were capture at their furthest rounded halves, fingertips pushing into the soft humid, spongy flesh. Bernadette was carefully turned over and positioned on all fours, elbows and ruddy knees on the damp futon with her monster donk in my face.

"Aw shit, look at all this ass..." My nails were probably scratching her huge buttocks as I gingerly pried her jiggly cheeks apart exposing both openings. A deluge of translucent ooze ran down my shaft as I carefully reinserted the head of my cock.

"... all your ass, brotha." Bernadette corrected.

[FWOP-FWOP-FWOP-FWOP-FWOP-SQUISH-SQUISH-SUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!!]

Bent over prostrate in front on me, her ass was wider than my torso and pelvis, but my thick cock looked like a fleshy, vein covered bat protruding from her lanced cunt. It bounced with a heavy weighted jiggle flopping and changing shape as it bounced all over the place. It was wide enough to have my arms stretched apart with thick handfuls of the pillowy flesh. This caused her enormous buttocks to surge in two different directions in a ridiculous mountain of rear cleavage. Bernadette tucked her head, rolled up into fetal ball.

[FWOP-FWOP-FWOP-SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH-SQULECH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH!]

Bernadette brought her knees together making her big wobbly thighs mush together somehow managing to reach back with both hands, interlocking her fingers. This turned this large pear-shaped bbw into a massive floating ass and a stationary target for my cock. Every thrust of my hips caused these watery motion ripples across her monsterish badonkadunk. It was akin to the ripples you got tossing stones into a puddle of calm.

Her breathy moans echoed off the walls of her bedroom sounding distressed and haunted. Bernadette was so wet, it was already running down the back of captured thighs like a waterfall. I was getting splashes of her essence with every backward thrust of those massive cheeks into my crotch. Those moans drifted into labored sobs of muffled pleasure. It sounded like she was being flogged enhanced by my nuclear back shots.

"UN-UN-UNG-UNG-UNG!!!" I broke out of trained technique rearing up mounting Bernadette froggy style, damn near sitting on top of her huge, gelatinous donk. In this position, I was absolutely destroying this hilariously thick Jewish princess. My hanging balls were slapping against her slit like a fleshy pendulum as my crown battered the back of her cunt with impunity. Her head was lost from view hidden in her waist length tresses.

"WAAA-WAAAAA!! IT FEELS SOOO GHUD!!! WAAAA!!! AW SHIT, I WANNA DIE ON THIS BIG BLACK DICK!!! UUUHHH FAAAK!!! AW SHIT-SHIT-SSSHHHIT! THIS YOUR PUSSY BROTHA!"

"Yeah?!"

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

"PULL MY HAIR!! PULL MY HAIR!! PULL MY FUCKIN'HAIR, BROTHAAAA!!!" Bernadette screamed at the top of her lungs shaking the rafters of her bedroom.

My balls were viciously mashing against her reddening slit, swinging and dangling all over the place making her increasingly hoarse cries even louder. Bernadette slowly spread her huge shapely legs wide apart as I slid behind her on my knees between her open thighs. Bernadette's long hair was gathered up and wrapped around my fist with extra to spare looking like a rampant horse's mane. It became the mother of all ponytails.

[SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SHMACK-SHMACK-SHMECK-SHMECK-SMECK!!!]

The visual alone was worth the price of admission, enhanced crescent shaped motion ripples fanning out from her deep rear cleavage and all. Bernadette's chin was forced up making her look directly at the third-floor window in front of us. I used both hands to pull backwards popping and bucking like a rodeo cowboy breaking a wild bronco. Bernadette's palms were flattened on the futon, big meaty knees locked popping it like a seasoned thot.

I landed several open-handed slaps on her right buttock with nothing held back. Her cunt seized up around me at the entrance adding another level of friction. Bernadette's donk became a blur of bouncing motion as I added more striking the same spot over and over again in the same manner, squirting all over the place in fits and starts. It was incredible.

"OH-OH!! OOOOHHH!!! GAWD!!" Bernadette groaned like a wounded animal, shivering barely managing despite my firm grip on her hair. My cock was ejected out of her snatch.

A thick jet of gooey cum exploded out of my cock hitting her swollen cunt dead on followed by a few more that hit her shuddering cheeks in unrelenting waves. I let go of Bernadette's waist length hair wrapping my hand around the base of my prick ejaculating wildly as she faceplanted with a loud dead weight thud. Some of my jizz hit the back of her thighs, oozing into the sensitive darker parts between them.

"Put it back in me, brotha." Bernadette reached back spreading her buns wide apart.

Her hands looked small flattened against her boulder sized ass cheeks which were flushed, one buttock sporting a very large, reddened handprint. She was gasping and wheezing, sounding exhausted drenched in sweat. Her insane hourglass figure was truly a sight to behold. The visual was arresting enough to trigger an errant jet of cum that landed across her enormous cakes diagonally, right along her cavernous rear cleavage.

"Please, put it back in me." Bernadette moaned.

Her monster sized buttocks looked like twin mountains of tenderized fIesh, a messy cum tribute plastered across its wide expanse. I faceplanted on top of her back, sliding up to the hilt until the head thumped the back wall of her cunt. My chin was hooked over her left shoulder leaving our cheeks mashed together as Bernadette took the full brunt of my dead weight. Her cheeks were cradling my business as she started flexing rhythmically.

It took a few minutes to match that rhythm, slowly fucking Bernadette at a snail's pace.

"This what you want?"

"Yeah, brotha."

"Yeah?"

"It's perfect; I can't get enough of your big black cock inside me, brotha. Can we stay like this forever?"

"I don't know about that, Bernadette."

She was flexing with every inward thrust in pointed slow motion taking everything with these labored moans, huffing and panting. My spunk made things greasy and slippery. My thighs seized up prompting me to raise up into a pushup position, hands flattened on the back of her shoulders. I bounced off her cushions for several reps then straddled the back of her thighs just below her buttocks letting go as more ropes of cum surged out of my crown; splattering all over Bernadette's massive buttocks. This mess was even more epic.

"Damn..." I wiped my brow sitting there for a moment enjoying post coital bliss. A loud wet raspberry lip blubbering snore echoed off the exposed brick walls of her bedroom.

Bernadette was out cold, faceplanted on her sweat soaked futon. I chortled for a while.

"Aw man, guess I no round two, huh baby." I leaned over retrieving a crumpled-up flannel quilt on the far side of her futon. Something fell out when I snatched it up landing with this heavy thud.

A large realistic looking oversized black silicone dildo lay on the hardwood floor.

"Seriously." I facepalmed into my palm having a hearty muted laugh at Bernadette's expense. I apparently was a dream come true for this thirtysomething.

I didn't hold it against her knowing what I did for a living on the low. I was paid to be a check off on most women's bucket lists. Besides, I needed a place to cat out for a few hours considering my situation. It was dark already leaving Bernadette's bedroom bathed in this orangish hue from a streetlight right outside her third-floor window. We'd been at it for a few hours starting early evening into the night.

I didn't know what time it was. My clothes were outside in the corridor along with hers. I lifted the quilt peeking at Bernadette's monster sized butt, then dropped it lying down beside her for a moment, knees drawn up soles flat on the hardwood floor. I palmed the back of my head reclining lost in thought wondering how my system had been compromised.

I could fly out to at least two different locations at a moment's notice but didn't know if the law were involved which would force me to use the fake IDs solely earmarked solely for extinction level events, particularly the cops or the feds. I wondered if this had anything to do with the private investigator I'd caught outside my brownstone a while back.

"Wow, I'm gonna get a swollen head if I hang around here." I mused as another loud slobbering snore erupted from Bernadette, soundly asleep. Her peaceful slumber warranted a second peek before I got up again leaving the room in the buff.

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I checked my burner phone finding that my place several blocks over had been cleared after a sweep. I knew I'd have to debrief, but the only way to find out what was going on would be to ask directly. I decided to give it a few days before asking just to see if anything else popped off. Bernadette was still fast asleep tucked in snuggly with the door to her room cracked, snoring loudly.

I was standing a few feet away from that door checking my phone with my clothes tucked under my opposite arm strolling down the corridor in search of a shower. A couple of rooms were stuffed to the gills with excess furniture and stuffed boxes full of random women's clothing. The thought filtered through my head that Bernadette might be running a bootleg storage unit if not an outright hoarder. I found a bathroom and shower at the end of the corridor helping myself. It was fully stocked with one set of towels. It was refreshing.

"Huh?" My hand found nothing when it reached out of the clear, steam fogged shower curtain while I was pressing a hand towel against my face. I yanked the curtain back hard.

My clothing was missing but the burner was still on top of the sink plugged in, charging.

"Eh?"

The bathroom door facing the narrow corridor was cracked open just enough to allow her to peer inside and peek. I wondered how long she'd been there watching as I took a long steamy shower killing time. She had a beauty that was almost symmetrical, prominent cheekbones on a face that was heavily peppered with a lattice of freckles that looked like a map of the universe. I stared back saying nothing waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Where's my big bath towel?"

"Out here." She had a toothy grin and inviting tone.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Behind my back." She answered again, still smiling in gregarious fashion.

My face dropped in a stone glare as I grabbed the end of the shower curtain shoving it open with a vicious yank, exposing my naked body including my business, fully. Expectantly, her gaze dropped down looking at my exposed twelve inches of business semi-erect before drifting back up to my face, reacting with a half smirk and what appeared to be the slightest of shrugs from the other side of the door. Her hair was hidden by an African head wrap.

"Want me to turn around?" I asked flatly.

"Don't you want your towel back?" There was something about her narrow slanted, lime green eyes that was arresting. The casually glib sound of her voice annoyed me.

I took a step forward grabbing the door right above her head throwing it open with the same vicious yank used on the shower curtain, seconds earlier.

"..."

She was standing there unfazed by my attempt at looking aggressive, wrapped in my large bath towel with both arms folded behind her back grinning. The visual stopped me cold. Her slanted eyes were piercing, but her body was show stopping in the worst way. Considering my line of work, that was one hell of an unspoken endorsement. That towel I'd been looking for was ceremonial in nature. The look on her face told me she knew it too.

"Thank you!" I snatched the towel free of her body with a whiplash effect intending to create a shock and awe moment, wiping myself down with it, mean mugging this woman.

Instead, she just smiled biting her bottom lip staring back salaciously.

"Clothes?"

There was nothing in her posture that indicated she was threatened in any way as she presented my neatly folded clothes from behind her back in both hands. I took my time standing in front of this naked woman pulling up my boxer briefs. She was about five seven exorbitantly blessed with the mother of all hourglass figures that skewed distinctly bottom heavy over a pair of thick, yet very shapely legs and smallish feet.

She was blessed on the top and the bottom with large sloping breasts and ridiculously wide baby making hips. Her skin was a sun kissed, honey-soaked redbone tint, with some very hard tan lines isolated solely to her crotch. The shape was that of a high waisted fullback panty. My cock was twitching at the sight of her, and she knew it. She stood there watching me robotically dress, still smiling.

We exchanged pointed glances looking into one another's eyes in a test of wills which I ultimately lost when I involuntarily lost when mine shifted to the side for a half a second. There was something unsettling about her slanted lime green eyes surrounded by what appeared to be a barely-there domino mask of smoky mascara.

"Shoes?" She murmured under her breath with a lazy sounding sort of southern accent, offering my shoes planted on top of her right palm. The underside of her left palm hovered over the top of my expensive footwear. Those eyes were subtly making me uncomfortable.

My hand slowly went for the shoes, but her floating left softly captured my wrist methodically turning my palm upward with an understated strength that was startling.

"Eh?"

She was peering at my palm; brow furrowed for a second or two.

"Sorry, didn't know your dance card was that full. I'll catch you much later at the park while you're hashing it out with what's waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs."

"What?"

She placed the shoes in my hands using her to puppet mine in that moment before turning and walking away, lightly humming some tune. The rear view was just as epic, if not more if you were a certified "Ass Man" bare none. This woman had a hyper hourglass figure to be sure, but her heart shaped derriere was a guaranteed showstopper. It sloped outward getting ridiculously fuller until the bottom of her cheeks overlapped the top of her thighs.

"... uhm." I was at a loss for words with a tent in my pants.

The mysterious woman walked two doors down in the buff and slipped inside as that melodic hum carried. I stared after her for a few moments then retrieved my phone from the bathroom sink. The minute I got it in my hands, I noticed some movement out the corner of my eyes instantly stoning up until I glanced over towards the top of the third-floor stairwell.

Bernadette's snoring was still going strong as I made eye contact with the younger, sketchy looking Roma woman from hours earlier on the building stoop. She still had this sort of predatory smile matching the other woman and an innate dinginess about her person that was arresting as she leaned against the wall at the top of the stairwell. I checked my phone using it as a silent filter to approach her as if I were unbothered, instead of anxious.

"Can I help you?"

"You already did, black man." She gestured down at my condition, then looked towards the floor at my immediate left. I followed her gaze finding a half open door to a darkened room illuminated by a single candle just inside on the windowsill of one of the building's large rectangular windows. Several women were inside surrounding the still naked woman who'd stolen my clothing for a thrill.

Some of the women were handing her a collected wad of cash. Our eyes met for a fleeting moment, then the door was loudly slammed by a disheveled elderly woman. I looked at the vintage three paneled door then let my gaze drift to the Roma girl again. Her arms were folded behind her back and probably crossed making her bust jut out in my direction hidden behind a ratty cotton tank top. Her big googly eyes were locked on my bulge.

"You're welcome." I replied with a tinge of attitude pushing past her walking down the stairs finding the second-floor landing crowded with a multitude of women, intently watching me walk down. Apparently, some of them crept back inside while I was blowing Bernadette's backout with extreme prejudice.

"Aw shit." A round of applause followed me down to the first floor and somehow, I could still hear Bernadette's loud blubbering snores.

I stopped at the bottom looking back up the flight of stairs at the applauding women. It felt like I'd done some great service for them collectively. I pulled my phone out finding that it was about four in the morning. It was about a good twenty-five minutes from this boarding house to my brownstone near the university and I decided I needed the walk to clear my head.

"Ok ladies, have a nice day." I waved back, no-look grabbing the door handle pulling it open.

Another surprise was waiting on the other side.

Two women were making out heavily in the doorway, one cupping the others face swapping spit in the worst way. I found myself facing a long and lean woman with a large shock of sandy brown hair styled up in a large afro made up of soft swirly curls. She was in the lead wearing an off the shoulder tan colored ribbed sleeve dress and a pair of leopard print stiletto heel pumps that added to her height.

The other woman was a very striking Caucasian brunette in a white long sleeve men's business shirt and some skinny jeans along with a pair of canvas sneakers. She reminded me facially of an 80's era actress named Jennifer Connelly perpetually frozen from that time period. Her beautiful face was being cradled between her more femininely dressed partner.

This brunette's thin hands were hungrily clawing into her lover's buttocks, the wool material riding up revealing a white t-back thong accentuating a nice floppy looking heart shaped derriere. She wasn't getting a piece of that juicy ass; she was taking the whole thing like she owned it. I was given the impression they would start stripping each other right there on the doorstep. I was noticed by this stunning brunette first.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" She gasped wetly, seeming sort of inebriated. Her voice was raspy and harsh as she cradled her lover tight in a protective hug, mean mugging.

The other woman whose back was facing me started chortling in this nerdy tone, mimicking the brunette's protective hug. She didn't take the intrusion as serious, slowly looking over her shoulder at my face, grinning a bit drunk herself.

"Yoli?"

Looking at me must have been a visual expresso shot because her jovial expression dropped completely becoming utterly stark. That Cheshire cat smile became a single line between her big pale lips, lower starting to quiver as her partner noticed. The brunette looked between us, her brow furrowing while I felt myself facially react with an involuntary half smirk. Yoli responded to a hand on the shoulder from her lover looking at the woman's face, then back at mine. Her face twisted into an agonized mask, big eyes going watery.

"SHIT!"

Yoli wrapped her arms around her torso hunching over as she suddenly bolted up the long stairwell like she was doing a speed run. Her sobs were haunting, echoing from above as a door slammed loud enough to make my ears ring. The women were still there looking equally shocked while I was left staring at her would be link up, who looked befuddled.

"Who the fuck are you?" She gestured with an accusatory finger.

"Nobody, we just fucked one time." I replied inching by her walking down the stoop to the sidewalk below. I went down the street stopping at a corner store picking up a large bottle of water.

It was a twenty-seven-minute walk to my home.

... TO BE CONTINUED.

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Author's Notes:

I love writing for my fans and realize it's been quite some time since I posted here on Literotica. com. The reason for this is quite simple. Several individuals have decided to plagiarize and publish bastardized versions of my catalog here on this site. I have not published any stories outside of this site. My legitimate works as an Erotic Writer are exclusively here on Literotica. If you see my work outside of this site, it has been pirated. I love writing. I love writing for my fans, specifically speaking. Don't support bastardized knockoffs of my work, please. Don't support criminals. It's always a joy to post content on the site for readers, specifically my fans. The pirates WILL be DEALT with. Trust and believe, I'm highly litigious. Some of my content is on hiatus because of this situation.

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