My alarm went off just before sunrise like it had for the last few years blaring loudly into my ear before I mashed the snooze button down returning to sleep for a few seconds before the next alarm sounded from my phone. I accidentally swiped it off the mattress onto the hardwood floor of my bedroom reaching for it, but the bottle of hooch remained upright on the edge of my modest bed. I wasn't a drinker by any means, but recent events left me with a need to imbibe. I rolled over on my stomach feeling the hangover so much, that it felt like my brain could actually fall out of my head onto the floor beside my phone.

"Shit." It hurt so bad just trying to regain my phone from the floor without making any sudden moves or sitting upright, but I managed.

I found myself staring up at the ceiling for the hundredth time in the last three days since I been shit canned as part of an elaborate con hatched by my ex-boss and his niece who'd also taken the time to hook up with me in what was turning out to be the thick girl equivalent of the monkey's paw curse. I was haunted by the image of Laila's deep olive colored body in tandem with her Uncle Kumar's evil laughter. The latter part of that vision was a mental construct manufactured by my bruised ego. I had little doubt of some form of celebration on his part at getting the better of me in a struggle I hadn't known existed until it was over.

"Hello?" My phone's face lit up with an incoming call which I answered out of sheer boredom; it turned out to be my Aunt Yvonne.

"You coming over tomorrow?!! You coming to the cookout, boy?!!" She yelled into my ear setting all my synapses on napalm fire. I yanked the phone away from my ear as she continued.

"I-I don't know, Auntie."

"BOY, YOU STILL LAYING UP ON YOUR ASS, HUH?!! YOU BETTER GET ON UP AND GET AH JOB BEFORE YOU GET PUT OUTTA THAT APARTMENT!! YOU COMING TO THE COOKOUT?!!" My aunt subscribed to the scream until you get what you want school of thought.

"It's more of a room; I can manage for a while with my savings and unemployment."

"Yeah, you coming to this cookout and you gonna be talking to your Uncle Billy, boy!!" In truth, I had nothing but love for my uncle, but his choice of women left over from the seventies, left much to be desired. Yvonne was probably my seventh marriage relation after the explosive dissolution of his sixth union. She was this really skinny female in her late forties with these abnormally wide hips which left you wanting when you saw how flat her ass actually was; not that I was looking all that much. My Uncle Billy and myself, shared similar interests female wise for your information. He was the one relative who always seemed to know what to say when the chips were down or when you needed some sage advice.

"You know what Auntie; think I'll stop by for a few minutes."

"YOU'D BETTER; DON'T MAKE ME COME GET YOU, BOY!!" Yvonne faux-threatened as I pulled the phone away from my ear a second time.

"Please."

I begged off the buffoonery, clicking off as the day began in earnest. I knew I had some responsibilities to attend to having already filed for unemployment the day I was canned. Even after hanging up, the stinging betrayal lingered about my person. I tried to go back to bed but sleep eluded me, and I could find nothing to eat in a fully stocked fridge. I sat at my desk surfing on my laptop for some other employment while letting television noise accompany my job search. Laila's face taunted me nonstop making me realize that I had to find something to purge her from my system.

Mental sleuthing took over my time when I discovered that I could still log into my company email. When I was employed there, my interpersonal situation could best be described as "clean up guy"; the person who made sure all the "T's and I's" were where they should be. It made since that Mr. Kumar would forget to lock me out of the system as I found myself reading the in-house log which denoted Laila's addition and immediate promotion in my former office. There was an accompanying photo of her with her shitty uncle holding what appeared to be a department award and a bouquet of roses. She looked like she'd won a pageant, or something dressed smartly in a tan business suit. I found more photo with the article that made me bristle so much, I thought I'd burst into flame. Another photo revealed her and Mr. Kumar with executive committee, the higher ups I'd never had a chance of meeting all standing around her like doting parents. I noticed a very familiar old fart in the background, the same guy from the stalled elevator.

I wanted to think it was all some coincidence but his hand on her right shoulder told the tale of the screw job that robbed me of my livelihood. I'm sure it was happenstance that he was inside the elevator on that fateful evening, but he'd definitely snitched to Gloria about my salacious activities that night. I felt criminalized like some sort of pervert finding an attachment that led to Laila's resume. I don't know why it was posted, maybe just to rub my friends still working there faces in the nepotism. Laila's resume turned out to be two pages of information that revealed her privilege on an international level. There were a veritable who's who of prime Fortune 500 were she'd either interned or worked before landing in my office. She was highly educated sporting a wealth of extracurricular activity that seemed to be leaning towards running her own company one day. It was a foregone conclusion that slapped me in the face like a tossed brick. We were world's apart, but I'd had the edge in experience in my location making me her target.

I'd objectified myself in her eyes with the plain faced, yet decadently shaped "intern" zeroing in on my predilection for curvy women the instant we met. Sex had been her method of attack, invasion if you will as I fell hard for the act. That oh so delectable iron fist in a velvet glove had delivered a knockout punch that destroyed my livelihood with deadly accuracy. In short, I'd played myself for a fool obviously falling into a box she had ready for me. It wasn't the first time I'd been stereotyped and probably wouldn't be the last with her having me pegged as some sex starved primitive, a thirst zombie. There was no running away from the fact that she'd likely wanted to sample a black guy in some respects. This unfortunately was a recurring element of my work life that had popped up the moment I started working at eighteen. At first it seemed cool screwing around with some of my coworkers, having sex with women I didn't normally see in my daily life who were usually a little older. But after that "itch" was scratched, things would invariably go off track and get weird. It was a lesson in ethics, I was still learning.

I had to place blame somewhere and the standard bearer for this situation lie in my acute proclivity for curvy women with big to huge derrieres; hell, even ranging into what some would call BBW territory. I scrolled back in my mental Rolodex to my first encounter with one Shelly Finkel, this voluptuous pear shaped Roma girl who worked the corner store in my old neighborhood. My phone rang out of nowhere interrupting my thoughts.

"Hello?" No one said anything for a few seconds before the call was disconnected. I didn't recognize the number.

I finally passed out again for another couple of hours waking up around midday face palming as I realized that I was supposed to that family gathering. Auntie Yvonne most likely would start carpet bombing me with additional calls if I didn't show up. I was leery of seeing my uncle after thinking it over as I showered and dressed in a collared shirt and slacks with some nice dress shoes to finish my look. Uncle Billy had chided me early for dressing like everyone else not wanting me to become another hood drone. I'd developed my much more overt mature look getting heckled hard by my friends called an educated lame for the most part. It was all about projecting the look of success and I'd grown into that role with his encouragement. I caught an uber over to the house finding the party in full swing bringing with me a small bouquet of flowers for my aunt and two six packs for my uncle who would undoubtedly be holding court with his friends.

As predicted there was already a full party going on with groups of people congregating around the bungalow styled home that had been in the family since the sixties owned by various family members which was a rarity in our ethnic group. Uncle Billy himself had been given the home decades earlier after marrying my "second auntie, Hettie", this woman I only remembered because of her massive breasts. Ironically he'd cheated on her with a flat chested woman, her polar opposite with a big, flabby butt that seemed out of place on her thin frame. Uncle Billy never missed a beat citing a few tears later that while he loved Hettie, he couldn't get past the fact that she challenged him on everything while her flat, deflated looking pancake butt gave him no joy carnally. I was one of the few people who understood where he was coming from having been sexually imprinted at an early age for women of a certain look. Partialism is what it was scientifically referred to in some circles and I worked to manage it over time even dating some women that didn't fit my particular aesthetic. I didn't see my uncle right away or Auntie Yvonne passing through the house leaving my gifts on the kitchen table to hit the backyard. There was an unexpected blast from my past waiting in the yard.

There she was larger than life itself standing in my uncle's backyard talking with some other girls I didn't recognize, probably associates of hers. Micha Le' was known to travel with a pack of loud, cackling self-appointed "IT GIRLS" in the hood and I didn't want any part of that nonsense. It had been a few years since we last met at a mutual acquaintance's house party. She'd always boasted an incredible hourglass figure, but the years seemed to have added a little extra to her frame making the young woman a veritable brick shit house figuratively speaking. Her skin retained its milky pallor along with the freckles which seemed isolated to the center of her narrow, oval shaped face. Her hair whether or not actually real or an elaborate weave, was made up in this intricate braided design on the sides with a wealth off curly bangs over her forehead which flowed into a shoulder length ponytail at the back. I couldn't understand why she chose the garish candy red hair color which contrasted with her milky complexion. Micha Le' was dressed in this peach colored, jersey styled tank with some jean print jeggings and open toed wedge sandals that gave her an extra bit of height over her friends. She seemed to notice my eyes on her instantly, facing me with a snarl.

"WHUT YOU LOOKING AT?!!" Micha Le' bellowed.

"NUH-THIN!!" I yelled back turning my back to her immediately. I felt like I'd paid my bad karma off during the week when I got played and lost my job to an undercover player. I didn't want to engage in public theatrics with a childhood nemesis, especially when it usually ended up in a scuffle or the tossing of objects at one another. Everyone else in the cramped yard fully expected a show which I was hell bound not going to provide. I walked over to the picnic table preparing myself a plate of food. There was some laughter at our initial exchange which disappeared into the loud musical stylings of Roy Ayer's "Everybody loves the Sunshine."

"What you don't like what you see, or something?"

"Oh don't mind me; I'm Ray Charles when you're around." I retorted still adding things to my plate as she crowded me.

"Oh you got jokes, huh?"

"I'm joking?" I deadpanned.

"I saw you looking at my ass; don't try to deny it. You're always staring all hard and shit; like fucking Uncle Fester and shit." She didn't seem to care who was listening to our exchange adding another repugnant layer to her already stellar personality.

"And yet, you ventured outside without your burka." I turned doing my best to ignore her finding a garbage can at the other side of the yard filled with generic cola and various bottles of beer. Micha Le' looked irritated and confused returning to her circle as I sat with a few cousins at a makeshift table.

"When you two motherfuckers gonna get married?"

"Ha ha, very funny." I glanced over taking a look at the ass I'd been accused of ogling finding it crotch inspiring simultaneously lamenting who it was attached to in the same moment. Her long, shapely legs truly made it's large heart shape stand out. From my vantage point, didn't look like Micha Le' was wearing any panties.

"STOP LOOKING!!" She yelled out of nowhere, shocking me as I looked up at her face, busted. There was more laughter from the gathered guests while a few older people stared disparagingly. Micha Le' turned her back again even as I gestured towards her. One of her friends, some chubby sister who looked like Velma from that Scooby Doo cartoon tapped her on the shoulder. I was surprised when she turned around again greeting her with a middle finger that didn't go over well. Micha Le' stalked over to my table snatching up a marmalade jar being used as cup full of soda only to pour it over my head ice and all. Some of the ice cubes pooled in my lap as laughter filled the backyard.

"Bitch must pay." I murmured to myself while the verbal jeers and laughter continued as Micha Le' returned my obscene gesture rejoining her friends who approved of her actions.

Someone's toddler was within reach eating an ice cream cone that had been stacked with every flavor humanly possible. I snatched the cone power walking up behind Micha Le' quickly slamming down on top of her head in a makeshift dunce's cap. I knew I was dead meat if I stuck around quickly bounding out of there like I was on fire as her friends screamed like enraged harpies while the backyard exploded in uproarious laughter. I cleared the side of the house looking over my shoulder finding Micha Le' right at my back desperately reaching out trying to snag my shirt. I sped up knowing she wouldn't be able to match my speed because of the wedge sandals. I made it half a block before glancing back finding her in the process of tumbling across the sidewalk in a disaster of limbs and faux garish red hair. I nearly fell over catching myself, laughing hard at her predicament. She sat there looking pathetic on the verge of tears as I slowly walked back.

"You poured a drink on my head." I reasoned.

"HELP ME UP FOOL!!" She did look a mess as I kept out of her immediate reach.

"Can't you help yourself up, huh Micha Le'?"

"Come on man, I think I sprained my ankle or something; don't leave me down here, honest!! "She pleaded working my humanity. I looked around finding a few pedestrians watching starting to worry the cops weren't far behind.

"Look, we were both wrong; don't try anything funny Micha Le'." She just nodded.

"You gonna help me out of not?" The white knight in me bubbled to the top as I bent down picking Micha Le' up in my arms. The minute I straightened my back out with her aloft in my arms, she made a sudden but aborted motion like she was gonna slap me.

"I-I'll toss your ass off the curb if you do that shit." I warned, sternly.

"You put a fucking ice cream cone on top of my head, man."

"You poured cola on my head and messed up my clothes, too; and for what; because you thought I was staring at your ass?" Her weight was somewhat of a factor as I carried her down the street. Micha Le' was just plain thick, but in an abundantly healthy way.

"Well, you were staring!"

"Goddamn girl; what you want people to do when you're walking around with all this back, huh? Nice skintight jeggings by the way, Micha Le'!"

"I can wear whatever I want!!"

"Well, then don't try to police people's fucking eyeballs; fair?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes before turning her head in a huff, inadvertently hitting me with her ponytail. Her perfume was nice, she smelled nice as my gaze drifted downward finding an exposed nipple. It was pecan colored with a small areola and erect. She followed my eye line, quickly covering the exposed tit with her hand.

"Damn; you in need or something, nigga?"

"Why you gotta be like that when I'm carrying your big ass down the fucking street? You could've just ignored the shit and said hello, but you decided to play that "Sista Gurl" shit with me instead, and now you got me carrying your thick ass down the street and still got the nerve to complain! You were chasing me and you face planted because you were wearing some fucking wedge sandals, Micha Le'!!" I had a mind to set her down on the curb. My uncle had always taught me that no good deed goes unpunished when dealing with a woman, and her comments were bearing this out.

"So you get to look at my titty?!"

"You are so negative." The way she talked struck me as boorish.

"You were looking!"

"Yeah, I was looking; you want an endorsement or something?!! And while we're talking about it; why aren't you wearing any underwear, huh?!!" I knew from my own personal history that Micha Le' got around. She'd always been the center of attention growing up because of her looks or skin tone with it all going to her head when her body started to assert itself as nature evolved her.

"I'm wearing underwear!"

"Didn't look like it from where I was sitting; everybody saw that shit, not just me, either."

"I live across the street; it's all about being comfortable, motherfucker." Micha Le' explained flavoring it with blue language.

"Well, your comfortable is about to embarrass both of us because you know everybody gonna clown us back at Uncle Billy's when I walk in carrying your ass!!" Her light brown eyes widened at the realization.

"Take me across the street to my place."

"No, take your embarrassment like a big girl."

"Come on man, take me across the street; I got a room in the back of my cousin's place. I don't wanna deal with all that laughing and shit!! PLEASE-JUST DO IT, OKAY?!!" Micha Le' s freckled face started to flush crimson at the thought of further public embarrassment.

"Well, okay; but you are kind of heavy. Maybe you should lay off the hot pockets, though."

"Fuck you."

She looked away with a slight smirk on her narrow, oval shaped face as I crossed over to the other side of the street finding the two flat where she rented a living space from her relative, an older woman who functioned as a surrogate mother after Micha Le' lost her parents to street violence. Contrary to belief, she'd inherited her skin tone from her father with her mother being extremely dark gifting her daughter genetically with her figure. She directed me down the side of the house to a small backyard made so by a two car garage. I grumbled having to carry Micha Le' up the three steps of her back porch. The door was unlocked with me managing to just make it to her bedroom, half dropping her on the small bed pushed up against the wall.

"Ow, careful man; you trying to drop me on the floor or something?!!"

"Whatever; have a nice life, home girl." I turned to walk out but she grabbed my forearm.

"What, you can't even get some ice for my ankle or nothing?!!" Micha Le' complained.

"Shit!" I walked out of the small, narrow room down a corridor to her bathroom finding a medium sized towel hanging on a rack behind the door with a pair of skimpy red panties. Red seemed to be her favorite color of choice as I walked further towards the front of the house finding her kitchen. This room seemed even smaller with a proliferation of product on its small table and filled counter tops as I opened the old fifties era refrigerator.

"HURRY IT UP WITH THAT ICE!!" Micha Le' yelled from her room sounding more afraid that I was checking the place out than out of any pain. I filled the towel with some ice returning to her bedside. She allowed me to slip her shoes off without complaint or snarky comment, wincing as I applied the makeshift ice pack.
"Careful, fool." Her voice shrunk when I shot her a look.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts ow, please be careful, okay?" There was a bruise on her ankle, but I couldn't tell how serious it was. I got up leaving the room, alarming Micha Le'.

"HEY, WHERE YOU GOING?!!"

"Relax." I returned with some gauze I found inside her medicine cabinet, carefully wrapping her ankle and heel. Micha Le' reclined on her back still wincing and making little distressed noises like a scared little kid.

"You know, you should probably go to a hospital and get this checked out." I rubbed and massaged her bruised foot as I spoke running my thumb lightly over the sole.

"You gonna pay my hospital bill, huh?" I nodded my head, annoyed at her insistence on maintaining that outward shell of female centric bravado that was all too familiar in our ethnic community.

"Why you gotta make it so hard?"

"You always trying to act like you so smart and shit, ow that hurts." I took one of the four pillows on her bed elevating her ankle underneath. I pulled a chair over sitting beside Micha Le' surveying her prone body. Her toenails were done not surprisingly with cherry red nail polish, white along the edges. I looked around realizing that much hadn't changed about the room in years noticing a collared shirt from the local food chain as a sign of her probable employment.

"Hey, Micha Le'; want me to make it feel better?"

"How?"

"Ancient Chinese secret."

"You ain't Chinese fool." She manifested this crooked smile trying not to laugh outright and give me any reward for a natural charm I'd cultivated over the years.

"Shut the fuck up; you wanna feel better or not?"

"Yeah, sure man; it's not gonna hurt is it?"

"No, in fact its gonna feel pretty damn good."

"Okay." She sounded apprehensive as I got off the chair kneeling by the bed hovering over her body. Her pronounced hourglass figure was impressive even lying on her back with her garish red tresses splayed across a pillow that hilariously sheathed with a case covered with Sponge Bob Square pants and the other retarded characters from that show.

"Alright, lets get started." I positioned myself kneeling at her waist adding some theatrics by stretching my arms out as propellers closing my eyes tightly. I mumbled some gibberish before clapping my hands hard like Mr. Miyagi. There was no doubt she knew were I was going as my hand cupped her sex.

"ASS-HOLE!!" Micha Le' almost jackknifed up but I leaned forward looking her directly in the eyes, settling her back on the bed. My hand remained where it was as she frowned, but otherwise didn't move.

"Can't you feel it?"

"Of course I can FEEL it; you've got some motherfucking nerve putting your damn hand on my-!!" I put a finger to her lips silencing her tirade.

"I'm trying to help you out, trying to make you feel better girl; but all you wanna do is talk and cuss like a fucking sailor when I'm willing to help you out. Just stop it with the hood talk shit; ain't none of your fellow bitches around baby; it's just us Micha Le'." I was already rubbing and caressing her mound in a kneading motion while I talked.

"Fellow bitches, huh?"

"Damn it girl, you needs to stop all this talking shit and just-FEEL what's happening. Let the healing start, right here in the uhm, cradle of life, baby." My middle fingers dipped between her thighs rubbing her slit.

"Cradle of life?!"

"Yeah, don't you know anything, girl? You need to stop running the streets and get your cute, little face in a book, baby. Get right with yourself, be yourself and-just FEEL it. Know what I'm saying, Micha Le'?" I never broke eye contact as my finger slid along her covered slit. I could feel it getting warm between her legs as her nostrils flared.

"Well you know, uhm I-uhm..." She twisted a little under me silently gasping as I rubbed just that much harder.

"Micha Le', you FEELING IT, or not?" Her pretty mouth opened allowing her to lick her lips making my mouth water in return. I watched this curvy woman subtly relax allowing three fingers between her thighs.

"Yeah."

"Micha Le', you FEELING ME, huh girl?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling you." I leaned down getting an especially wet kiss from the milk colored sister using the opportunity to slide my hands inside her jeggings. Her thighs seized up when the first finger dipped inside. All pretense of resistance slid away as she accommodated me spreading her legs slightly apart.

I managed two fingers, curving them upward into her secret spot teasing it mercilessly as moaned sensually shedding her manufactured "street tough" persona. I couldn't help but remember the well mannered girl dressed in all these little princess, billowy dresses, head full of barrettes with a collection of Barbies. She was my first crush, the first I could remember so long ago when we ran and played together. The tragedy had come suddenly one afternoon taking away her parents in a tsunami wave of emotional loss taking that cute little girl with it. The next time we met I was on the receiving end of a foot to the balls, thus beginning a year's long acrimonious relationship of sorts. Despite a brief encounter during my college period, we hadn't seen one another in three years. It was a weird sort of history to reflect on considering where my hand was.

"Oh what are you doing; that shit feels good."

"Ancient Chinese secret, shut up." A third finger slid inside joining the others in attacking the bumpy ridge that seemed to work her like a puppet. Micha Le' had become so wet my fingers were completely glazed over with her liquid lust.

"AAAAWWWW, YOU'RE MAKING-AAAAWWWNNN!!" The light skinned beauty arched up off the bed covering my hand with her own as I went in for another wet, sloppy kiss. I started going rough alternating the stimulation of her secret spot and clit with my thumb. I worked all five digits simultaneously taking her to the cusp, quickly drawing my hand away.

"Whu-What?" I leaned back rubbing her essence between my fingers looking displeased.

"Oh, we gotta fix this; it's all wrong, girlfriend."

"WHAT'S ALL WRONG!!" Micha Le' tried to sit up but I calmed her raising a single finger, looking her up and down.

"This, we gotta get this straight girlfriend; lets get these tights right off of you, Micha Le'. This is very important if I'm-uhm, we're gonna get that leg treated. Now you just rest and let me peel these skintight pants right off of those beautiful legs, home girl." She facepalmed as I continued trolling her right out of her pants.

"You a fool." She flushed crimson.

"Eyes on the prize, Micha Le'." I mounted her with a deep sensual kiss, getting between her legs fully clothed. My hands slid under her top letting my thumbs cover her nipples. She squirmed under my touch revealing another sensitive area on her body as I used the action to relive her of the tank top pushing onto the floor at the end of the bed facing the window.

She stretched her arms overhead arching upward, spreading her legs wider as I slipped off my collared shirt reaching into my back pocket to remove a golden tinted condom packet from my wallet. Her slightly slanted eyes that made her appear of Asian descent to some, became narrow slits as her hands undid my belt, drawing my zipper down to free my strained erection. Micha Le' nibbled on her pointer finger watching pensively as I slid the condom on, her other hand demurely covering her mound. There was no doubt that we were both invested in what was about to happen to the fullest as I cradled her upper half in my arms sinking all the way inside up to the hilt. Her legs rose in the air as I slid into her virtue earning an extended gasp as we stared into one another's eyes. Micha Le' locked her heels in the small at the base of my spine as I began rolling my hips giving it to her fast. Her hips rocked up meeting every thrust as I plowed her without mercy.

Her legs found a home hooked over my shoulders as I reached around using my thumbs to tease her thick erect nipples. Micha Le' ended up balled into a face upward fetal position as my balls slapped up against the bottom of her big butt. She responded in kind reaching up to twist my own nipples sending shock waves along my spine. She flattened her palms against my chest eventually raking her well-manicured nails across my pecks as I pounded the attitude out of her streetwise box. I drew my knees up essentially kneeling over her body giving her long strokes as she moaned loudly taking everything I had to give.

"Fuck me; fuck me good." She moaned tensing up around me in increasing intervals. The movement of her hips revealed a sexual history I don't think would've ever been verbalized, bucking and rolling around under my pelvis as hard as I gave. Whenever I'd thrust, Micha Le' would be there to greet me with her hungry tunnel until we were just railing the shit out of one another with no fucks given.

"Pound that shit; fuck it up for real!!" She instructed, huffing little puffs of heated air in my face.

Her cunt was completely wet at this point causing me to slide around outside her mound and inner thighs with wild abandon. I couldn't help myself kissing her hard, even licking her right cheek like some enraptured animal. Her nails dug into my pants past my briefs, clawing at my buttocks. Micha Le' lost it going emitting a loud, shrill distressed whine that seemed to go on forever until she clamped down on my member so hard that I was held in place. It happened in fits and bursts until she went slack letting her legs fall to the side still folded at the knees. I wasn't ready to cum yet, still having some more in the chamber for Micha Le'.

She was staring at the ceiling of her bedroom nibbling on a finger when I started rolling her over onto her belly facing her only window. The horizontal rectangular window had these sheer pinkish curtains covering it which flowed in the slight breeze wafting into the room. I sat on the back of her thighs staring down at her pale butt in all its glory. Her hips emerged from her waist in a curve that quickly merged with her muscular thighs giving its almost faux thickness an endorsement immediately invalidated by the somewhat shallow nature of her butt. Both cheeks were a little muted with the under cuff teased out with short creases at the junction between her inner thighs. My cock covered her gluteal cleft completely. Micha Le' reached back parting her cheeks with both hands revealing her openings. I didn't know if it was an invitation to wither hole opting to press the head of my cock into her cunt from behind. Micha Le' gasped rolling her shoulders as I lay prone over her drawing my knees adjacent with her hips.

"OOOHHHH SHIT, GIVE IT TO MY DADDY!! AAAAWWWNNN, AWWW FUCK DAAAA-DEEE!! DADDY DADDY!!" Micha Le' began screaming loudly as I sawed my hips giving it just as hard from the back with the intent of triggering my own orgasm. I'd been with a number of thick and large women at this point in my early adult life, so handling her was pretty much child's play for the initiated. She was so wet that I was sliding in and out of her making these loud, wet noises. The thud of my pelvis smashing her cheeks reverberated around the small bedroom.

"AAAWWWNNNN, YEEEAAHHH DAA-DEEEEEE, DADDY!! YOU FUH-FUCK!! AAAWWWNNN!!" I could feel myself tightening up, my inner thighs pulsing with a load churned out by her snapping cunt as Micha Le' flexed her cheeks milking my thickening length. I'd already spurted a bit into the condom feeling as if as if a white hot needle had been inserted in my urethra. My pelvis pulsed as shivers ran down my sweaty spine.

"AAAWWW SHIT GIRL; TAKE ALL OF THIS ON THAT ASS!!" I drew back actually tearing the condom to shreds as multiple bursts of stringy cum spurted out in pleasurable waves that hit dead center in the middle of her butt. Micha Le' continued flexing her cheeks as I reached down jacking the rest of my load all over her butt and back. I rolled on my side wiping the sweat from my brow as she chuckled with this self-assured smile.

"Micha Le'?"

"Yeah?"

"How's your ankle?"

"Fuck you." We both shared a hearty laugh before I rose to retrieve a warm hand towel from her bathroom. She didn't move, talk shit or complain as I took my place beside her prone body wiping her clean. I lay on my stomach beside her looking in the direction of the window alongside her silently measuring the breeze.

"They're gonna clown us when we go back over to Uncle Billy's party." I reminded.

"You go first, just play that shit off; I ain't gonna say nothing."

"I was that bad?"

Micha Le' laughed more innocently this time as we began making out luxuriating in one another's nudity. It was strange laying there beside her in the moment as "Come Over" by Faith Evans wafted in through the window from my uncle's house along with the sounds of numerous guests. I didn't know if I wanted to go back over there as we stared silently at one another's face. My hand was cupping her ass cheek as we continued lightly making out in short intervals that began to blossom in torrid, soulful kissing. Suddenly we were interrupted by loud, heavy knocking that shocked Micha Le' more than me as she bolted up looking across the room at the clock on her dresser.

"SHIT!!" She blurted out, jackknifing up like she'd been hit with a taser.

"What?" Micha Le' was already wrapping herself in a short flowered robe that left the bottom of her wide, pale butt exposed then I'm sure she would've liked.

"THAS-THAT'S MY NIGGA!!"

"WHAT?!!"

"Uhm, that's my baby daddy; you gotta get outta here, man." She explained looking embarrassed as she slipped on a pair of panties that looked meant for a much smaller woman.

"Baby daddy, seriously Micha Le'?!!" I had my pants on as the knocking got louder and more desperate.

"COME ON, GET OUT!!" I was unceremoniously shoved out the backdoor, collared t-shirt in hand as I crept along the side of the house peeking around at the front porch. Micha Le' significant other was one huge, muscular brother on the porch. I didn't see his face only noting the peaked nature of his bald head as he held a screaming toddler in his arms. The guy was rocking his kid trying to calm him as Micha Le' opened the door greeting him with a passionate kiss. No doubt he was about to get my sloppy seconds as the door closed behind them with a thud, leaving me alone on the side of their house. I waited a few minutes slipping my shirt on before walking across the street to my uncle's home. I wondered if the clueless guy was getting my seconds or vice versa.

In the time we'd been screwing, Uncle Billy's home had become a public nuisance filled to the brim with more people who I'm sure were six degrees of Kevin Bacon from knowing my relative. He was popular in his day, but not that prolific. I noticed some of the guests watching me cross the street and the exchange of money, opting to keep my distance to maintain at least the semblance of discretion. From my experience karma traveled fast even when one party was a clueless participant. I'd wanted to screw Micha Le' for years since her foot smashed my balls that fateful afternoon in our youth. Now I'd done it and still felt sort of empty after the fact. The backyard was wall to wall people eating, milling about and dancing as I found my Uncle Billy holding court at a table with some of his friends. The other three guys there had been tight with him since their formative years in high school, all becoming bastions of the inner city community in one way or another. I was waved over navigating the people milling about, beer in hand.

"So, you finally found your way back over here; how was it?"

"Huh?"

"Micha Le' that girl you been wanting since you were knee high; I know you put it down, right boy?" Some of his friends snickered at my facial expression.

"How'd you know about that?" I knew how stupid; I sounded the minute the words left my lips.

"How didn't I know, huh nigga? She live across the street and since your Auntie trying to meddle in my affairs, I thought I do a little meddling of my own, boy. Once that girl found out you'd be here, nothing could've kept her away."

"No shit?" I took a swig of the bottle as Uncle Billy turned to one of his friends.

"When this boy was little, that girl kicked his nuts damn near clean off, just for talking to her." His friends expectantly laughed as I took it all in from my seat scanning the backyard. Uncle Billy was wearing a mechanic's onesie with a towel stuffed in the collar. He kept his head shaved but let his beard grow out of control until it reached Santa Claus proportions. There was something off about him that I couldn't put my finger on.

"She didn't kick my nuts off a few minutes ago; I could've spent the night if I wanted." I admitted feeling safe in their company. Truth be told, I honestly wouldn't have bothered with her if I knew she was attached but was secretly glad she didn't as I finished my bottle.

"Slow your role, it's good to ride the horse but you've got to know when to get off. So, all of the women been gossiping about you losing your job over some girl; you get caught up in something, boy?"

"It's not like that; I got tricked." The older men at the table started laughing making me feel like a clueless teenager.

"I got tricked, too; look over there!" Otis, a large brother who was my uncle's right hand motioned with a barbecued drumstick from his plate. I followed his gaze to a morbidly obese woman glaring back across the crowded yard in one of those church lady dresses. I noted she tragically looked like Hattie McDaniel as she realized she was the subject of conversation mouthing a threat at her husband.

"Back in the day, that big motherfucker was the shit; and she actually had a waist between all that tit and ass. Minute I said, "I Do", Mary Joe said "I Don't" as in I don't do dishes, windows or wash your dirty drawers!!" More laughter erupted at the table as Mary Joe raised a plastic up to her lips still eyeing us.

"HENRY, YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE WITH MY PURSE?!!" She yelled after a few seconds.

"YOU JUST STAY SITTING YOUR ASS RIGHT THERE, MARY JOE-(Whispering); I don't wanna have to get the paramedics over here in the yard cause that heifer done keeled over from a heart attack with her big ass! We'd have to get the forklift just to get her outta her!" The table exploded again in hearty laughter as I looked back realizing Mary Joe was sitting on one of those old people scooters.

"Alright chill out before she come over; so tell me what went down."

"Well uncle, my boss Mr. Kumar, ex-boss anyway; he bought his niece into the office as an intern wanting me to train her and we-kind of got down, if you know what I mean?"

"So, she replaced your dumb ass after you took a bite out of that fucking cookie, right?"

"Yeah, but-!!" All of the old guys at the table shared a knowing look amongst themselves.

"Let me guess, they promoted her and fired your ass at the same time, right? Don't answer that shit, I wanna still like you but if you've been simpin, I'm real disappointed." Uncle Billy coughed hard at the end of that sentence prompting a few concerned stares from his circle as I noticed his plate was untouched.

"You okay, uncle?"

"Well, what she look like; she got some ass or what?" He ignored my question, asking a deflecting one as I noticed his color was a little off. I glanced at his assembled friends noticing covert acknowledgement of my suspicions.

"Well uhm, it's just like you've said all these years; Laila was what you'd call a three point chick, Uncle Billy. Indian female with a nice pear shape and this really big ass; shit as big as my fucking chest, man. We just couldn't keep our hands off each other and it, sort of escalated with us doing it in the office a couple of nights ago." The three point chick reference alluded to the football stance, a family in joke for decades.
"What'd I tell you about shitting where you eat, boy?"

"Sorry."

"It happens, hell it happened to all of us over here and many more. Now that's why we tell you youngsters not to do that shit, because we had to learn from experience. We have to concede that men are visual creatures while women are thinkers, first." Henry added.

"You were made the minute this-uhm, Laila girl met you; now, what's the first thing you noticed when you met her?" I face palmed as another friend, Joseph asked an embarrassing question.

"That ass." I half mumbled.

"That's right nigga, now what'd I teach you about conducting yourself out here in the streets?" Uncle Billy was irritated as I found myself in an informal tribunal.

"Think two steps ahead."

"No, think as many steps ahead as possible while finding out what the imposed limits are, boy. Now, tell us why that is, youngster." All of the gathered men sat there while I figured out the answer.

"So uhm, so that you can surpass those limits."

"Right; now tell me how you got played using that principle?"

"Laila was already going to take over the department I worked in prior to us meeting and my experience there made me a target. Mr. Kumar knew I probably wouldn't cooperate, but she knew using her body would distract me long enough for her to sit in a chair I could dispute the minute they opened the position. It-It was her idea to get nasty with me outside of Kumar's plan to have me train my own boss." I reasoned.

"And why is that, boy?"

"She's used to getting her way with her body, though her face is kind of plain. Maybe a little racist on the side too, because I played into her sexual curiosity."

"Hey, you said she was an Indian girl; how can she be racist?" Henry cut in, perplexed.

"I'm not saying she's racist exactly, but only the possibility because of the conversation we shared and what she allowed me to do to her body. Laila has some body issues after losing some weight which played into our hookup. She was really happy to be desired, that much is true-I think."

"You have to watch out for that kind of shit in the working world because most of the time these clowns like to break their fucking toys. I don't wanna be here telling you about fucking up your damn money again. Now, if the bitch wanna play outside the office, you make sure you got your ass covered first; then hit a home run like your Uncle Billy taught you, boy!!"

"Yeah, okay." I answered feeling scolded and three feet tall sitting there in front of my mentor. There was something different in his voice making our conversation gritty and raw while his friends sat there watching almost pensively.

"So, what are you gonna do when she call you up looking for some more chocolate?" He asked breaking into a cough.

"You think she'll call, me?"

"I know she will and when she does; make that trick remember your name every time she sit on that fat ass. Now, you've got to make sure you keep ahead of shit because I'm not always gonna be around to screw your fucking head on straight."

"Don't say that, Uncle Billy."

"Stop sounding like a bitch and get me some water, boy." I stared at him noticing his ashen pallor a little bit more before walking across the yard to an ice chest filled with bottled water and drinks. Auntie Yvonne got in my path when I turned around with two icy bottles.

"Uhm, hey auntie."

"Hey yourself; you talk to your uncle about his being sick?" She looked strained emotionally among all of the oblivious guests and visitors milling about on their property.

"How sick is he?"

"He need another round of chemo; but we kind of short on funds, if you know what I mean. I love that man so much and I'd do anything even though he talking all tough about not needing no help and all." She was wringing her hands glancing about like she was worried somebody would hear.

"I'll see what I can do; maybe call up some people for a donation." My uncle was a one time cancer survivor, but there was always the scare that the illness would return someday.

"You know he loves you like a son; hell, I love you like my own, too."

I wrapped an arm around Yvonne giving her a peck on the cheek. One of the bottles dropped to the grass as she floated away talking to some friends. I retrieved another bottle turning to find a big, nightmare of a man standing in my path looking like a bull ready to charge. There was no doubt that I was standing face to face with one baby daddy a.k.a boyfriend of Micha Le'. He was one of those guys who'd gone bald and compensated for it by growing one of these fucking duck dynasty beards. He was decked out in a t-shirt and sagging jeans looking like a man wanting a fight.

"Excuse me bruh; trying to get some eats." His baritone voice caught me off guard. I had to catch myself as I nearly flinched which would've been like chum in shark infested waters.

"Sure, okay." He walked by without incident revealing Micha Le' standing behind them holding their small toddler who couldn't have been more than one. She'd changed clothes wearing a football jersey and some modest looking shorts with a pair of flip flops on her feet. Micha Le' didn't look me in the face, keeping her head down in submissive fashion. This wasn't the same woman who'd chased me out of the yard earlier.

I found my way over to Uncle Billy's table taking a now vacant seat at his right. His friend Henry was being ushered out of the yard by his scooter bound wife who looked fed up. The mood remained jovial and festive with the clueless guests enjoying the party. It seemed Yvonne wanted to cheer my uncle up or more than likely, herself.

"Hey, I talked to auntie and she said-."

"Arrest that shit; I ain't got nothing to say about that. Don't want to talk about it right now, so don't push it, boy. Take a look at that girl over there and tell me what you see." Uncle Billy gestured towards Micha Le' who was meekly sitting on a lawn chair with her child on her lap spooning homemade ice cream into the toddlers mouth, her man holding a conversation with some people standing right over her. I took in her slouched posture and his proximity to his "girlfriend" with the revelation making me a little ill.

"An opportunist."

"That's right, boy; remember that when the Indian girl come a knocking on your door." We sat in silence for a few moments listening to his friends in conversation about various topics. Uncle Billy acknowledged my worry in his own way with a hand on my back. The rest of the party was bittersweet. I left right before dusk.

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Three days later his words still lingered as I sat in an office waiting for an interview. I'd literally gone through hundreds of job postings doing my best to find work to contribute my uncle's medical treatment. I had this plan to add him to my health insurance once I passed the mandatory probationary period. Calls to friends and relatives regarding Uncle Billy's had yielded the expectant results with a plethora of well wishes, condolences and a litany of economic excuses that had me fit to be tied. I periodically called up my aunt giving her the futile progress reports.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry to inform you that we filled that position earlier this morning; there's no need to conduct an interview." The mousy looking receptionist stuck her head out of the door pushing her thick glasses up on her nose.

"Why didn't you tell me that when I came in here, ma'am."

"We uh, I-didn't have all the information-at that time." She explained.

"It's eleven, you could've called me instead of having me come all the way down here." I was irritated as she stood there, shoulders slouched.

"Once again, we are really about the inconvenience, sir; would you like your parking ticket validated." The receptionist held a clicker in her hand but stood well behind her desk watching me pensively. It weirded me out a little.

"No, thanks."

I didn't have a car anymore and her offer only made me think of Laila. My ego wanted some closure, maybe even vengeance, honestly speaking. It felt like I was stuck in place, mired in some unseen, metaphorical quicksand. I still had money in the bank and unemployment hadn't kicked in yet, but I was living on a budget. It was midday and I couldn't afford a proper lunch, so I settled for a food truck in front of the building that seemed to be popular with the locals. There was this particularly appetizing chicken wrap that caught my attention as I happened across a conversation I wasn't supposed to hear.

"Yeah that was close; we almost hired that guy." I'd walked a circular pattern up and down the block looking for lunch before ending up a few people behind the receptionist who'd turned me away.

"That's crazy; you dodged a bullet with that one. No one wants a leering, pervert hanging around. You have to look over your shoulder every time you go to the bathroom."

"Yeah, Gloria did us a solid on that one." My stomach dropped as I realized the fix was still on feeling foolish as a result of the economic fallout. Both girls noticed me there behind them quickly scurrying inside the office building like I was wielding a pistol or something. I got that wrap anyway but didn't eat it for two hours after the train ride back to my neck of the woods.

"Shit, I'm fucked." I updated my resume leaving out my last job, but still found trouble wondering what I'd stick in its place to shore things up.

I surfed the net finishing the aforementioned wrap which went down like a brick considering my feelings and emotional fatigue. There was no doubt I'd find some kind of employment, but Uncle Billy's situation was wearing on me with no answers in sight. I crashed like a rock having this weird dream where I was put on trial by all of the women I'd slept with up to this time. Strangely enough, the whole mock court was presided over by this retired stripper I'd met at the local church years ago, Chocolate Lavender. I was jolted out of the dream trial by the ringing of my phone. My I-phone, the only luxury item I really owned at this point, abruptly stopped ringing as I sat up. There was some unknown number on the screen which I didn't think about as I considered selling the phone online in exchange for an android. I scrolled through my phone finding a number of calls from the same number piquing my curiosity enough to call back.

"Hello?" A female voice, someone I didn't recognize, answered.

"You called me; what do you want?" There was a long pause and I almost hung up when she spoke up.

"Wait a minute, just give me a second, sir!"

"WHO IT THIS?!!" I didn't get an answer, so I hung up, irritated. The phone started ringing again almost instantly prompting me to pick it up before the call went to voice mail.

"HELLO?!"

"This is Laila, don't hang up my good friend." I hung up regretting that I wasn't talking to her on a rotary phone so that I could slam the receiver down so hard, it exploded in my grasp. My mind twisted in knots as I immediately began regretting the action remembering the sage advice I'd received from my Uncle Billy and his round table of friends. Thirty minutes later, the phone rang again when I was in a more manageable mood.

"Laila."

"So much unbridled passion strikes me odd; I take it you haven't secured employment, yet?" The first thing I noticed was a change in accent going from a heavy accent to an almost British sounding dialect.

"You know all about that, don't you?"

"Not my doing, no, not at all my friend; Uncle Kumar has the whole thing balls up. It's almost certain he knows about us trying it out in the old office that night. I kind of feel he's got it in for you, certain. He can't seem to wrap his bulbous head around the fact that I'm a grown woman who fancies a snog every now and then." Laila was talking like we were old friends.

"So, what do you want, Laila?"

"You naturally; I want a face to face, dear." She sounded almost flippant, which was setting me off.

"So you can set me up again?" Laila snickered almost making me hang up in her face again, but I remembered myself wanting to know what she truly wanted.

"Why kill you two times, lover? No, I'm interested in seeing you for a chat hoping that perhaps, things can stop being, well personal." I was confused, not getting her meaning.

"I don't get it."

"Oh you got it; definitely got a good shagging from me. So, why take things in an unpleasant area, lover? Can't we uhm, "hash it out" as they say here in the states?" Laila's arrogance was off the charts.

"It's the middle of the work day over there; don't you have a department to run?"

"Oh don't worry about me lover; I have Malaya to do my job. She's pretty damn efficient too; don't take it personal, but I gave her your work station." I could feel her smiling through the phone as she trolled me.

"It's okay, I'm over it, bitch." I really wasn't.

"Please don't get overly emotional, I'm just being a little cheeky with you, my friend. So right, we'll have a go over the details tonight around, say eight in the evening? The Hilton downtown, the very, very large one near the tube, has an adequate pub for convenient conversation, distinctly public. Eight sharp, I'll be waiting with two large."

"Two large?"

"Eh, two thousand-as in dollars, lover." My jaw hit the floor.

"Eight sharp; be a dear an do make yourself presentable. Only those dressed for success will be allowed inside. It's called O'Tolles by the way; you DO know how to make yourself accessible to the upper crust, I'm sure?"

"Later." I said through gritted teeth.

"Don't forget, two thousand and there is definitely more where that came from, my friend."

She hung up instead, sure I'd show up for the money. Of course she was right because my back was against the wall worrying about Uncle Billy's illness. Something had to be done and I was just desperate enough to go against my nature and his training for an opportunity to throw a little cash in the pot. I continued looking for a job online for the rest of the day intermittently wondering what the con would be when I saw Laila again. What she hadn't known was that I'd been there years earlier in a similar episode where a lovely sycophant tried to covertly vet me to sleep with the entitled leader of her own small social circle. I showered and dressed business casual in a black shirt, grey slacks and matching suit jacket.

I arrived in an Uber fifteen minutes after the hour began surveying the scene from the attached hotel lobby. The place was packed to the brim, noticeably with a large number of Asian and Indian patrons making me think it was some sort of theme night that would appeal to that crowd. I peered in from the hotel lobby noticing the adjoining door was locked preventing access from that route wondering if Laila simply wanted to sexually proposition me. That was bullshit of course, Laila could have any swinging dick she wanted in the office with that huge ass of hers. I'd put it down that night in the office but didn't think I'd done a good enough job for her to compromise herself this way. She wanted something from me, and I didn't have a clue what it could be post-employment as I walked outside to a waiting line that was growing in size on the pavement. There were two security guards at the door checking identification and vetting potential patrons making me nervous. I waited for twenty minutes noticing that I was almost the sole representative of my ethnic group. When my turn came, the large bald guy stared me down for a few moments taking the time to make a call inside from the outdoor concierge stand. I was allowed inside after fifteen minutes.

"Hello, this way to your table, sir." I was escorted inside to a series of curved booths as some strange electronica played overhead. The place had been renovated since I was last there, made larger inside with a separate, crowded dance floor which was cordoned off. Laila was waiting there in the aisle wearing a dark three-quarter sleeve dress and open toed heels which accentuated her abundant curves. Her dark tresses were pinned up in a bun, giving her a more mature look than I was used to from our initial meeting. The rounded shape of her face contrasted with a thin neck adorned with some pearls.

"So, you decided to be fashionably late; I had it all mapped out so that you wouldn't have bit of a wait. I trust you are well, lover." I couldn't get over her British accent as she took my arm walking me back to her table.

"What's going on, Laila?"

"No need to be coy, I thought we should have a drink to commemorate cuffing season, here stateside. There are some lovely people I want you to meet from my circle." I tensed up stopping in my tracks.

"Mr. Kumar here; is this your game?"

"Of course not, my friend; he'd find it particularly hard fitting in with the boys and girls here and we could never get particularly cozy with him hanging about."

"Loved the fake accent, by the way."

"Don't be that way when your perceptions of my people, most likely arise from the fucking Simpsons and hack comedy films like the 40 Year Virgin. It made you more amenable feeling that you were guiding an innocent little flower, as it were, lover." Laila took my hand in her own lightly tugging on it.

"Eh, I think you're more like the bitch from that Bend It like Beckham, movie." I added.

"Keira Knightly?"

"The other one."

"Parminder Nagra; are you saying that because she's Indian?"

"No, in that movie there's a scene where all of the soccer players are sitting around in the locker room talking; the little bitch says that her family wouldn't just accept anyone, white guys being okay but black guys, way off limits, forbidden."

"But I shagged you, quite nicely too."

"Scratched that itch, is more like it, right Laila?"

"I thoroughly enjoyed every inch of your black cock and I was led to believe you luxuriated in my rather sizable bum; was this a misunderstanding on my part?" We stopped on the aisle way facing the crowded dance floor staring at one another's faces.

"You offered me money to be here, like a prostitute." I noticed the expensive pearl earrings as her perfume wafted past my nose. She was different on a whole other level with the other persona a complete fabrication. Laila pressed in close pulling on my arm until I leaned down to her full lips.

"No need to be coy, lover; the money is a portion of what you, yourself asked for." I was perplexed deciding to ride it out for my uncle's welfare if nothing else.

"Yeah, sure." I replied noncommittally.

"Come along then, our drinks await." We arrived at a filled booth occupied by six people, two of which I recognized from the office, but had never really spoken to at that time. Laila offered me a space at the end of the booth, but I deferred letting her slide in so that I wouldn't be boxed in between her and some Indian pretty boy. She smiled sweetly sliding into the booth as I glanced down at the swell of her butt on the plush seating. I followed her in, finding a seat as I stared at the faces of her group.

"This is my fiance, Raman; I've told him so much about you, lover." I was triggered placing a leg in the aisle waiting for a show of hostility from him, but Raman smiled condescendingly waving at me while another pretty boy leaned over staring.

"This is Reyansh, his very close friend; perhaps too close as they are intertwined, quite intimately." I glanced closer noticing the guys holding hands under the table.

"You said he was your fiance."

"That is true my friend; it's arranged as I've said but we have interests apart from one another as you can see. Raman and I, are the best of friends-and each other's beards." Laila explained.

"Covering for one another, huh?"

"Raman would be disowned by his extremely wealthy and clueless father if it were known that her preferred the touch of men, as it were. Neither one of us would like to give up access to billions, so we find ways to accommodate each other."
"Is that right?"

"There's no prenuptial agreement on the table between us, but we have agreed to a multi-million dollar settlement in the distant future upon our imminent separation, and I'm under no obligation to bear any children for Raman." There was a filled table in front of us loaded with a mini buffet of sorts as I looked beyond the trio I'd been introduced to, finding an exotic looking woman also staring in my direction.

"Over at the end of the table there, you're familiar with my new personal assistant, Malaya Padilla, right?" Laila skipped right over the seemingly interested woman for her personal assistant who I recognized from my former office. She'd sent me to Mr. Kumar's office the day of the audit. I bristled at the memory of the con.

"Her associate is some loser she picked up in the lobby; I assume he's going to get a piece because the girl obviously needs a good fucking." Laughter erupted from the table, but Malaya didn't look particularly amused. My eye drifted back to the exotic looking woman still staring directly at me with a predatory smile. She was undeniably beautiful with darker skin than mine which made her eyes stand out in the dim light of the pub. We stared at one another for a few seconds before she looked away casually raising a glass of wine to her lips. She didn't look back as Laila filled a glass for me.

"Fancy a toast, for old times' sake, my friend?"

"Poison?"

"Come now, I'm not particularly partial to foul play as it were; the offer was extended as a sign of good faith that we could perhaps, cease these hostilities." She offered the wine glass while filling her own. When I hesitated, Laila took a sip from both never taking her eyes from mine. My gaze drifted down to the hint of cleavage finding her fetching in a malevolent kind of way.

"I find that I am the picture of health; shall we, lover?" We toasted downing a succession of drinks with Laila repeating the wine testing actions each time. I still hadn't figured her game out yet, but I was definitely sitting in front of an opportunist in every sense of the word.

"Laila, what's this all about?"

"An opportunity I'd like to offer you' if you are willing, my friend? I understand the bind that my uncle has placed upon you and although it was not of my doing, 'd like to offer you the opportunity to make some recompense on the side while you search for other employment-besides the monies, discussed."

"What opportunity?"

"Think of it as a freelance position, clerical in nature solely for your benefit. It's not something you weren't already doing, my friend. Something to consider, instead of boorish extortion." Laila pushed an envelope across the table that was visibly filled with money. My mind instantly went to Uncle Billy's situation and his advice simultaneously. I didn't touch the envelope.

"Come now, the agreed amount is there; you have yet to conduct a proper audit." I didn't trust her one bit.

"Tell me about the freelance work."

"It's really quite simple, I give you work; you complete it and I pay you-elementary, right lover?" Uproarious laughter followed from the other members of her clique sans Malaya Padilla who was busy with her phone. I also noticed the dark skinned woman quietly drinking, not acknowledging what was going on around her.

"So, I take this money and the freelance job; what about extras?"

"Extras?"

"Insurance-health insurance for me, and a family member of my choosing." More laughter erupted from Laila's associates making me feel foolish for the timid suggestion.

"Quite disappointing; I was sure you were requesting a vigorous shagging. I think I am very, very offended, my friend. This offer is a money for services offer, no insurance or other benefits are on the table. Perhaps you should get the Obama care, or is that even an issue these days?" I knew I was being trolled as Laila, Raman and his boyfriend leaned forward, amused. There was something at play here that I was unaware of and my gut was telling me not to touch that envelope.

"Fuck you, Laila."

I got up stalking away from the table already regretting not taking the envelope with me, despite some obvious evil intent on her part. I wandered slowly down the aisle to a bar area intent on having the first of many drinks that my budget would allow. The bartender placed a glass on the counter without me even ordering.

"I didn't order this drink."

"It was sent over from the table you were just sitting at." The bartender explained.

"Send it back." I was content to pay for my own drinks without Laila's acid charity. For all I knew, the trust fund babies were probably betting I'd drink it or something.

"Why throw away a good drink because you're angry?"

I looked up finding the strangely beautiful dark skinned woman at my side. This afforded me a better look at her entirely as I found the rest of her equally exotic and exciting visually. She was probably about five foot five and thick as all get out with a packed hourglass figure encased in a rich purple Etsuko dress that I noticed was somewhat the norm in a few of the other women lounging around the pub. A light beige colored belt attested to the cinched in nature of her waist as her hips flared out dramatically. I glanced down at the matching heels on her feet.

"What do you want?"

"Straight to the point; I appreciate that more than you know. I work with a lot of old fucking farts with mountains of cash to lavish upon their prurient interests. I've been the recipient of much generosity along with their wrinkled hands all over my full bum. It's irritating sometimes, but I put up with it for business and perks while leaving my own stash untouched."

"What do you want?" I reiterated again, pointedly.

"I want a fuck out of you; Laila has regaled all of us with the intimate details of your office fuck. I find that I'd like to receive a good shagging in that vein, as well. I want to be ravished for once and taken to the limit. I understand your misgivings about Laila, but it has nothing to do with me-dæn oyā oyāgē loku kaḷu kukuḷā ekka māva ravaṭannē nædda?" Her accent was deep, rich and coupled with the expression on her face, distinctly predatory.

"You said something nasty; in your native language, didn't you, uhm?"

"I am Pumidi; but everyone refers to me as Pum." She was standing between the bar stools invading my personal space intrusively with an elbow resting on the bar top. I couldn't take my eyes off her face wondering if it was because of her striking beauty or her dark complexion which was three shades darker than my own standard brown hue or something else. Her eyebrows were arched over eyes that one could almost liken to a serpent with the whites standing out in nearly luminous fashion. Her lips were big and plump curved into a knowing, smirk.

"Man, you spoiled rich Indian girls are all the same, aren't you?" I wasn't as drunk as I intentionally sounded. I guess I just wanted to act boorish and run her off by going for the low hanging fruit verbally speaking.

"I wouldn't know I'm Sri Lankan." She didn't seem offended in the least blowing right through my attempt with no acknowledgment what so ever. Pum motioned to the bartender who placed a drink before her.

"Uh, sorry." She just smiled dipping the tip of her finger into the drink before sucking on the tip of it still looking at me with that odd, predatory gaze. It made me feel small and anxious, almost like she were peering through my clothing.

"I tell you what; I want us to share a drink, but first my friend; I'm going to show you a magic trick." Pum backed away from the bar never taking her eyes off me before turning to an adjacent pool table where some patrons were engaged in a game. She spoke with the two suits playing before securing the eight ball walking back over to the bar placing it in front of me.

"What's this about?" I was kind of worried she might do something violent for a second. It was just a byproduct of her immediate unpredictable nature.

"I want to show you my trick; don't you want to see it?"

"Uhm, sure Pum." The suits at the pool table and some of my fellow drinkers at the bar in earshot seemed eager as well. Pum pushed into the limited space between us, facing the bar knowing all eyes were on her glanced side to side without turning her head. I didn't know what to expect as she placed her palms flat on the bar top on either side of the eight ball. The bartender leaned in wanting to see what she would do as a few others gathered around.

"Okay then." Pum replied.

Everybody leaned in watching as she soaked in the attention turning her hands vertical with the pool ball on the counter between them. She flattened one hand using the other in a circular waving motion over the eight ball while glancing around at all the interested parties. Her other hand quickly snatched the ball up pushing it between her lips in the blink of an eye. She looked at me with that same smirk showing no signs of having an entire pool ball in her mouth before raising the glass in a toast. I stared for a moment before raising the glass she'd purchased for me. We toasted setting our glasses down.

"How did you like my trick?" She asked as the other patrons and onlookers gasped.

"You swallowed it?"

"Of course not." Pum raised the ball in her hand showing it to me and the gathered crowd before plunking it down in the empty glass to some applause. She motioned for another drink as the crowd dispersed while we toasted again.

"I don't know if I should trust you; present company considered." I admitted.

"Have you ever been to Sri Lanka?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

Pum placed a room key in front of me, pressing it into my hand when I didn't immediately pick it up. I didn't take too kindly to her insistence on violating my personal space looking up into her face to find a pearly white, toothy grin that contrasted heavily with her dark skin and the rich, burgundy lipstick on her plump lips. I imagined my cock spreading those juicy lips to capacity. She rubbed my back encouragingly before walking off knowing my eyes left the bar with her. Her thick, shelf like butt bounced and swayed, each cheek moving independently denoting the thong she might be wearing underneath. I watched until she walked into the adjacent hotel lobby before glancing over at the table filled with Laila's wealthy clique. She was watching with that crazy smile on her face raising her own wineglass in a trolling toast.

"Bitch." I paid my tab walking by the jeering rich kids, hands stuffed in my pockets. Raman and Reyansh were making out; Laila could've cared less. Our eyes met for an instant before she downed her drink turning back to her table.

I walked out into the adjacent lobby looking around at all of the foot traffic knowing that I should hit the streets, but my gaze wandered to the other side of the corridor finding Pum waiting by the lift. She was just standing there holding her small purse in front of her body with both hands.

"I want to be totally honest with you about things." Pum said as she took the key from my hand opening the elevator.

"Things?" The elevator doors closed leaving us alone.

"I bet Laila a thousand that you would come to my room and fuck me to spite her. Now that I have you here in front of me, I want to make you another bet."

"Yeah, and what's that?"

"That for the time we're together you won't have one thought about her before I put you to sleep."

"You're mighty sure of yourself, Pum." She stood there still staring deep into my eyes almost statue like as she spoke. It felt like we were about to have a fist fight or something even though nothing was said.

"Confidence fuels success; how we go about it, how we achieve it; the method can my as myriad as the fingerprint. Laila walked into the office, evaluated and brought you over without giving anything in return other than her body. She knew the moment she walked your space that she would be taking over the department. Hell, she even knew that six months before you met."

"That's good to know."

"What will you do; what are your plans?"

"I think I'll keep that under the hat, if you don't mind." I didn't have any plans to speak of, other than finding a new job, but the way she spoke made me feel like I was still playing some game with Laila downstairs in the lobby.

"I don't mind at all, as long as you give me what you gave her in that office. Of particular interest to me is the manner in which you two began, in the elevator. That part of the story makes me wet like you wouldn't believe."

"Thanks." I replied acidly wondering if I shouldn't still leave, but my ego demanded satisfaction, even if it meant playing the game with this exotic beauty smugly standing in front of me. I just really needed a release and well, Pum was more than game.

"Perhaps you'd like to start now?" She raised the hem of her Etsuko dress revealing a pair of black panties that were lavishly embroidered, somewhat sheer resembling some bikini bottoms.

"No, I think we should save it instead of giving security a show." I motioned towards a security cam posted just over our heads.

"A bit of exhibitionism couldn't hurt; might even enhance the experience, don't you think?"

"I take the fifth." I retorted as the double doors opened.

A narrow, extended corridor faced us as we stepped out of the car onto what looked like the V.I.P floor of the hotel. There weren't that many rooms because of the larger floor plans with narrow tables in the corridor with ornate, Chinese flower pots atop their shiny surfaces. I didn't know what to make of this situation suddenly feeling anxious as Pum noticed.

"I can't say anything about the other rooms up here, but there is no one inside my suite. Nothing at all except my pull on suitcase and a really big bed. Here, take the room key and look for yourself in good faith." She handed me the key card, still smiling that predatory snake's smile on her face without another word.

"Any sideways shit, and I'm gone." I warned trying to control my voice.

"Sure, I accept your conditions, wholeheartedly."

Pum replied without hint of emotion. We exchanged glances for a few seconds as she gestured towards her room at the end of the corridor. I navigated the path walking to its end looking over at the four doors between the elevator and Pum's room half expecting someone to jump out at me. The automated lock made a metallic click unlocking the double doors which I pushed open. The executive suite I found on the other side was luxuriously expansive, a mini-apartment within the confines of the hotel, itself. There were large panoramic windows looking out over the city skyline. The bedroom door was ajar revealing the large circular bed mentioned by Pum.

"Satisfied?"

She'd followed me inside closing the door as I turned to face her.

Pum locked the door having already removed her dress as she traversed the corridor placing it along with her purse on a small table. Her body was jaw dropping covered sparsely in a lacy, sheer shelf brassiere that matched the panties she'd revealed in the elevator. Pum was an exotic vision with an hourglass figure made for the expensive undergarments. I was staggered as she closed the distance between us undoing the buttons on my dress shirt. Her perfume was pungent and fragrant, some oddly enticing odor that radiated from her person. She'd undid at least three buttons before glancing up into my face.

"I must know why you stare at me so; isn't everything as I've said?" The last button on my shirt came undone as she opened it staring at my chest.

"I don't want to offend you."

"Oh really; now you must tell me what troubles you." Her hands were already inside my shirt caressing my bare torso, her thumbs teasing my nipples.

"I know it sounds crazy but-uhm, you look like you want to eat me up." I replied sheepishly, somewhat intimidated by the exotic woman before me. Pum stripped away my shirt and suit jacket simultaneously dropping them to the floor as she took a nipple on my peck between her lips.

"I'll share a story with you for telling the truth."

"Story?"

"Yes, many years ago I was assigned to an acquisitions firm in Shanghai where one of the senior partners took a liking to me. He was thin and slight of build with the eyes of a rat; those beady eyes always following me about the office. I suppose it was my build or something in my nature, but as the internship progressed, he was driven to distraction. One afternoon, he took it upon himself to corner me in the firm's records archives placing his claw like hand on my bum."

"What happened?" Pum methodically undid the metal buckle on my belt, drawing it from my pants folding it around her fist before looking into my eyes.

"I was bent over looking through a box of legal briefs when he desperately grasped at my bottom. I registered the intrusion on my person turning to face him and you know what happened next?"

"What?"

"The reprobate actually tried to run away from me; I was of course younger and faster reaching the door before him and locking it."

"Locking it?"

"Yes, they told me afterwards, he was still lying there naked for a few hours after I was done "taking" him where he thought he wanted to go. A week later, I was already a junior partner after being transferred abroad. It was certainly an adventurous way to make a name for myself and get my foot in the door." She measured the belt in her hand giving me the impression she was thinking of using it, finally hanging it around my neck.

"Are you gonna take me; is that what you're trying to tell me, Pum?" She simply smiled with that predatory glint in her eye as it became a toothy grin.

"I wanted to confirm your assertion; admit that I am indeed going to, as you say- "EAT YOU UP" my handsome friend."

I mumbled as my slacks hit the floor covering my shoes. Pum reached back relieving herself of the skimpy brassiere letting it fall away from her body. Her breast were large and spongy looking capped with medium sized extremely dark areolas. Her erect nipples were hard and prominent making my mouth water. This woman was older than me, but you wouldn't know it looking at her body, her mid-section defined with a flat bikini stomach over hips that defined a perfect semi-circle on each side over shapely, muscular legs that looked longer than they were. Pum's hands were on those wide hips as she leaned to the side staring, actually posing. Her bikini cut panties that I'd glimpsed earlier, were held in place by two silky bows at her hips which she suddenly pulled releasing the last scrap of clothing to the waiting floor.

"Oh shit, fuck me."

"No handsome; I'm going to EAT YOU UP and do exactly what I've already said I'm going to do." Pum replied with a toothy grin, revealing her mound which was covered in a perfectly trimmed triangle of thick fur that matched the hair on her head in richness and texture.

It looked like she was going in for a kiss but nibbled on my peck again perhaps showing a hidden proclivity before slowly tracing a line down my abdomen until she was kneeling in front of me. I barely realized she'd slid my underwear off as she went as Pum worked the remaining clothing away from body, even my socks and shoes which were tossed over her shoulder near the door.

"Would you like to see my magic trick, again?"

Before I could answer, Pum's lips engulfed the head of my cock slowly following up with the shaft moving steadily along until she was pressed against my mound. This was no big deal; I'd been deep throated on other occasions, but she stared up from her knees into my eyes seemingly waiting for something. I went to palm her head, but she gently pushed my hands away before lowering them to her sides. It felt heavenly, even sitting there in her mouth.
Then it happened...

"AAAAAAWWWWWNNNNN!!" Involuntarily escaped my lips in a whining, almost girlish moan as my balls were engulfed along with-everything else-all of it, my whole fucking package.

"OOOHHHHH SHIT-WHUH, WHUT ARE YOU-DOOOOOING?!!" Her tongue began working everything inside her mouth, swirling it about like some serpent.

Suddenly everything was released with my erection appearing like some phallic jack-in-the-box pointing straight at her rich, darkened features. She was still looking deep into my eyes as she cupped a hand under her chin drooling a steady, frothy stream into her palm. Once it was pooled in her palm, the Shri Lankan enigma applied it to my member, wetly handling only the shaft while the tip of her tongue snaked out teasing the tiny slit on my crown. Pum straightened her spine throating me completely sliding her fist down to the base of my cock tightening her fingers around it as her head pumped. Her tongue handled the underside of my glans as almost steady streams of web-like saliva ran over her breasts. I was so hard that it hurt as she continued alternately stroking and throating me for what seemed like an eternity.

"WHOOOOAAAAA-AWWWWN, AAAAHHHHH!!" My hands palmed her head like a basketball, my hips thrusting hard as the indentation of my plunging cock was visibly taking her orally.

Everything seemed to melt away as I took her mouth hard and animalistic finding no resistance whatsoever. Pum's mouth seemed unnaturally wide and able to accommodate me as she assumed a relaxed upright position sitting on the back of her calves with her hands on top of her luscious thighs. It was incredibly nasty and disrespectful taking this woman I'd briefly met less than thirty minutes prior in this manner.

"AAAWWWN, YEEEAHHHH-OOOHHHHAAAWW-HUH?!!" Her fingers pressed against the back of my knees quickly robbing me of my vertical posture. I had to catch myself otherwise I would've fallen on my back hard. Pum's hands went one to my pecks while the other handled me at the base stroking in an outward direction really hard. She gently pushed getting me to lay on my back without a word, still flashing that predatory smile and wicked glint in her eyes.

Before I even realized it, she'd crawled up my body until we were facing one another. Pum captured both of my wrists drawing them up above my head, letting her breasts press against my chest. I was captured by her gaze as the Sri Lankan enigma used her knees to push both of my legs tightly together pressing my cock against her slit pointed down towards my feet.

Pum arched her back sliding my length along her opening, caressing it in her folds. Her muff was incredibly soft and pliant, cradling my girth. The underside of my cock was undated with her moisture, her wetness was incredibly soothing. Pum was volcanically hot from the outset, her smooth hungry darkness enthralling me as I looked up into her sharp features finding what appeared to be amusement on her part. I thought back to the story she relayed to me wondering if the old perverted, millionaire was ever the same afterwards. She seemed to notice sliding her tongue inside my mouth sensually twirling it around until I reciprocated wrapping my arms around her back. I couldn't help myself stroking her dark mane, caressing her back as my hands slid down to the rounded full globes that made up her impressive ass. That monster was beyond solid, each cheek feeling like some ponderous, independent muscle mass, shelf like at the small of her back.

Even with both of my hands filled to capacity with her thick backside, there was no doubt who was in charge. This exotic beauty never stopped working her hips against me, essentially masturbating me with her slit. She was beyond wet taking me to the limit again and again as we stared into one another's eyes. She worked my hands back over my head again, rearing up to look at my face. My hands remained over my head with her applying pressure as her cunt sawed my length relentlessly. Pum just stared at my face seemingly gauging my reactions to her physical overtures. I was cresting about to cum as my inner thighs started to seize up, embarrassingly. I hadn't even fucked her yet and I was on the verge of orgasming, hard. Pum started moving faster than before, wetly gliding over my girth as my legs trembled.

"AWWWWWN-AH, AH, AWWWWNNNNN I'M GONNA..!!"

"Go ahead." Pum rolled and bucked her hips fully engulfing my erection inside her velvety confines. Her tunnel was at once distinctly tight and gooey with the dark hued, exotic beauty going further demonstrating acute internal control by tightening up around me. Pum pushed up straightening her back with her palms on my pecks. I gasped loudly, completely at the point of no return shutting my eyes tightly.

"Look at me."

The second my watery eyes opened focusing on her face, Pum began rolling her hips hard, sawing and popping her hips with machine-like precision. I lost it on the third repetition, shooting several thick ropes inside her snapping cunt against my will. It was mind blowing, scintillating as my cock was milked without any quarter given, nothing else given other as the Sri Lankan woman took what she wanted with minimal effort. My hands shot up to her waist trying to pull her down harder onto my crotch as more ropes shot out of me into her hungry snatch. Pum raised both arms making her impressive rack bulge outward as she ran all of her fingers through her hair. Her nipples were so hard and erect making my mouth water.

"Oh my god, that felt so..." I admitted, my voice cracking as she sat atop my body, tensing up around my deflating member.

Pum pushed down on my pecks as she stood with her heels planted on either side of my head, remaining there for a few moments letting me take in the evidence that I'd given her a full cream pie. Her heel rose in the air coming down right over my scalp as she walked out of view. I didn't look after her content just to hear her footfalls as she crossed the room. I realized I was still lying in front of the double door entrance to her executive suite. My hand drifted down to my crotch feeling the wet, oily mess left there as I turned on my side. Pum had gone into her bedroom and seemed to waiting there by the bedside.

"This is another fine mess you've gotten me into."

I mumbled at my own endowment, waving her off as I methodically found my footing knowing I'd been sexually owned. The knowing smirk on her face remained unchanged making me feel like some inexperienced teenager. For the just the slightest moment, my mind drifted back to my conquest of childhood crush, Micha Le'. I'd managed to close that circle from the past, dominating her because she was unfamiliar with who I'd become as a person. Same rules applied now as I stared across this unfamiliar business woman's suite into the bedroom as she mounted the large bed on all fours glancing over her shoulder with an expression that I likened to a cat playing with its prey. Pum took it upon herself to inform me that she was looking to get decently laid, unintentionally or not also informing of a clandestine endorsement between two entitled parties of my prowess. Even across the room, I could see the predatory expression on her face, also feeling lessened by it; diminished in identity to somewhat of a party favor.

"Alright, okay." I whispered to myself as motivation to regain some interpersonal, sexual status.

I pushed open the door glaring at this woman, trying to drum up some muster to deal with her as she'd requested. She remained on all fours turning her gaze toward the panoramic skyline afforded by her luxury accommodations. The room was silent other than my own heavy breathing as I closed the distance between us. Her derriere wasn't the biggest I'd ever stuffed, but it still looked enticing, intimidating in its own right as I handled it. Touching it, you just had to acknowledge the underlying firmness of each individual cheek. Pum's skin was hot to the touch, heated internally as my thumbs pried the two halves apart revealing both of her openings. Her slit seemed longer than you would expect on a woman with a narrow, hot pink sliver spoke of the pleasures to be found between the puffy indigo lips of her flower. I'd already cum but a stiffness remained in my partially erect member as I stared intently at her sex.

I pressed the head against her slit finding that it plopped inside her gummy confines. The rest of my shaft slid inside slowly until the base of my cock rested against her cheeks. Pum glanced over her shoulder licking her bottom lip, purposely squeezing me with her inner walls. This woman wanted me to know just how sexually proficient she was bouncing her cheeks in a twerking motion putting pressure on my base alternating by independently popping each cheek. My fleshy prong lengthened quickly inside her pulsing tunnel as she turned her attention back to the window with flare, whipping her mid-back length hair back over her shoulders. I got her meaning wrapping the end of her mane around my fist, pulling tight. I used a foot up on the edge of the bed to get more traction pulling even harder until we were wedged together. Pum didn't give a fuck continuing to roll her thick hips and tight, muscular cheeks with the same cadence, taunting me without word.

"AWWWWNNN!!" I gasped pushing against her trying to reach the back of her canal. The tightness and pulsing nature of her cunt was even more of a revelation. I luxuriated inside her gummy, tensing grasp finding that my grip on her mane didn't leave me much options for railing the snot out of her. Releasing it so soon would be a defeat, admitting how much of a struggle it was handling this self-assured woman of infinite means. A compromise was attempted when I mounted Pum bulldog style letting my balls slap wildly against the underside of her butt. The angle allowed me more depth also making me feel as if my cock were being bent on the upper third of the shaft. I tried to ham on her pussy, but she was so tight, almost swollen slowing my thrusts considerably. I got frustrated using both hands on her hair doing my best to beat the stuffing out of her virtue to no avail. My eyes drifted to her backdoor a few times before I pushed a thumb inside. Pum didn't react verbally to the dual intrusion, yet her cunt tightened up as if it would snap my member off.

"Fuck it."

I mouthed not knowing if she heard or suspected withdrawing from her honeypot. Entrance was just as tight going in but yielded more leeway once I cleared her O-Ring. Pum snickered, perking up a bit before immediately dropping flat onto the mattress taking me with her in a sudden yanking motion. I was captured going in the backdoor, red handed and now she had me. Pum began flexing hard around me working only her lower half and hips. Her cheeks flexed inward along with everything else. It felt heavenly as she stroked me internally finally, allowing herself to huff and gasp.

"AAAWWWWWWWNNNN, FUH-FUH-FUUUUKKK, PUM!!" Several ropes of jizz began spewing out of my cock on every downward stroke with Pum eventually bouncing on the bed until I was spent, again.

Pum ran her fingers throw her dark tresses regarding me as I rolled over on my back staring up at the ceiling. She quickly popped back up on her hands and knees eventually kneeling upright as her sharp eyes roamed over my body.

"Laila." She replied flatly.

"Huh?"

"Laila Kumar." Pum repeated pulling on a few strands of her hair as she stared pointedly at my face. I blinked staring back up at her finding the undersides of her large breasts partially obscuring her face.

"Whu-what?"

"Told you." She laughed heartily arching her spine in a cat-like manner to kiss me again. Our tongues were wrestling for a few minutes before I realized what was going on with Pum. She'd sought to make me forget about Laila and by proxy, my troubles for the duration of our tryst. That sexual mission statement had been mentioned right before we began enjoying one another's bodies and accomplished with ease. I drifted off happily into the void, sexually spent.

**DARKNESS**

I gradually woke up finding myself splayed across the bed still on top of the ruffled sheets. I remained completely nude other than one sock on my right foot as I sat up looking around. There was a clock on an expensive looking glass desk read three in the morning. My temples were throbbing from the alcohol consumption. I raised my hand to wipe the sweat from my brow finding an envelope in my palm.

"Huh?" The money Laila tried to push off on me was inside it as I glanced around with the only ambient light in the room coming from the bathroom. The illumination fell in a straight line across the left side of my face from the cracked door causing me to raise my arm to block it out.

The mirrored closet door had been slid open with the expected luggage inside missing alarming me further. I got up returning to the main room finding that Pum had already made good her escape. She'd got what she wanted leaving me in a deep slumber while she packed and checked out of the room.

"Shit." My clothing was missing along with Pum.

A thorough search turned up nothing as I frantically ran around that executive suite becoming more horrified by the moment. I found a terrycloth robe hanging in the bathroom covering my nudity with it. I sat on the bed wondering why the tryst had been set up. Laila was obviously behind it as I panicked realizing my I-Phone was missing, too. I went for the phone finding it missing from the office table, too.

"What is this shit; so, what's the game?" I knew I had to go to the front desk snatching up the vin card key on the small table behind the door. I cracked the double doors staring down the single corridor leading to the elevator. The cost was clear as I noticed something that made my blood boil.

My other sock was in the middle of the corridor floor.

"Bitch!"

I wasn't clear even at that point who exactly it was that I was cursing as I slipped out into the hall with the money envelope firmly in hand. Just as I was entering the corridor, an adjacent door opened up revealing some suit with what appeared to be a very cheap looking prostitute. This fact was driven home by the horrible blonde wig that barely fit the bald head of this sister that looked janky, rail thin and shaky like a crack head. In stark contrast was the rotund, sloppily dressed Caucasian guy, himself wearing a horrific rug on his head that wasn't fooling anyone. We stared at one another for a few seconds before he ushered her to the end of the corridor. I smiled meekly trying to use the key card to get back into Pum's room, finding it out of service.

"Fuck." I glanced back smiling awkwardly at the duo who held the elevator door open obviously waiting for me. I nodded acknowledging the gesture kneeling to retrieve my other sock before joining them in the car.

"HEY DADDY!!" The prostitute greeted me with a gap toothed smile that was hard not to laugh at. Her gentleman escort nudged her roughly in the shoulder refusing to look me in the eye. I realized my junk was visible, quickly tightening my robe to hide it as the hooker grinned.

"Uhm, good morning."

Another surprise was waiting for me in the lobby when I reported my missing clothing. Security showed up with my property in a plastic bag that had been left there at the front desk when Pum checked out at one in the morning. I would've chalked it up to more trust fund baby shenanigans if it weren't for the still missing phone. After I tipped the concierge, I was allowed into the hotel's business center where I activated the lost mode on my missing phone before reporting the stolen item to the police. After reporting the theft over the phone, I took a cab home with a fraction of the money in the envelope.

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After showering, I crashed like a brick intent on purchasing an android later in the day. I'd given all of my information to the cops finding out they would try to track it remotely. I awoke midday checking my laptop to discover an email from the police requesting I come down to the station because a suspect had been caught with my phone. It all felt so inconvenient and stupid with me being sure that my property had probably been tossed only to be picked up by a clueless transient or something. Uncle Billy's condition was still foremost on my mind as I pocketed the cash which seemed like a payment of some sort from either Laila or Pum for services rendered. I still felt dirty from the experience and a little ashamed that I would've liked to explore more of Pum regardless. I figured I'd make my appointment with the cops before dropping some money off at my uncle's house for his treatments.

It took longer than I thought as I sat there waiting to speak with someone, completing some additional paperwork related to my case. I was still livid at having been the subject of a heinous prank likely perpetrated by the Indian intern. There was this feeling of powerlessness that permeated my being, the kind of thing that made you feel small in the world. Laila was probably somewhere laughing it up even as we spoke and this prevailing image lingered longer than everything else, even hooking up with Pum. I wanted my dignity back, but there was no way I could get back on top considering the odds.

"We're ready for you." I followed the detective to the viewing room as he informed me that officers followed a lead to the location of my phone, arresting the suspect and finding the property in their possession. The suspect's lawyer was already inside waiting for us as we stood in front of the shutters. The short chubby, attorney shot me a disparaging look as the lineup walked in on the other side of the thick, reinforced glass.

"Holy shit."

Laila stood in the lineup second woman from the last among an assembly that included several Latin women obviously not Indian, one sister and two white women who looked like meth heads. Her round face distraught with mascara running down her face, running nostrils flaring mouth agape. She looked truly traumatized at her predicament.

"Do you know this woman; she claims you were co-workers."

"Yeah, I know her; but I don't work there anymore." The cops lead me out of the room into the corridor where I found another familiar face waiting flanked by two suits.

"HEY, HEY MY FRIEND; IT IS SO VERY NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!" Mr. Kumar was waiting there almost running towards me with arms stretched out looking to embrace me. I noticed the same expression on his face shared with his niece. I cringed shrinking away as some cops stopped him from getting close to me. It was surreal with me figuring the police just saw us both as men of color, so my status as the victim was solidified. There was no mention of Pum as the cops asked me if I'd had dinner with Laila who was claiming that she'd accidentally taken my phone. I filed charges and received a folder of paperwork, feeling this warmth flow over me. It was no surprise finding her lawyers waiting for me in the lobby of the police station.

"Our client would like to offer a monetary settlement for your inconvenience. There would obviously be some conditions, attached." I noticed Mr. Kumar waiting outside chain smoking.

"Yeah, how much?"

"A substantial amount, however, I would like to suggest an alternate venue for a proper meeting." The suit suggested as I restored my I-Phone noticing my former employers being advised by the other two suits while lighting up another cigarette.

A meeting was set up for later in the week as I went for lunch feeling stoked like my fortunes appeared to be turning around. My phone began blowing up with calls from my former office which I ignored, enjoying a decent steak feeling the even hand of karma as I recalled the distressed expression on Laila's face. The calls never seemed to abate necessitating me to take one to get a moment of peace.
"Yeah?"

"PLEEEEEASE MY FRIEND, I'LL DO ANYTHING; PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! THIS SO-SO VERY HARD TO EXPERIENCE!! PLEASE, I HAVE MORE MONEY TO GIVE YOU-RECONSIDER THINGS!!" Laila was practically screaming into the other end of the phone.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I hung up in her face.

"WE'LL GIVE UP THE MONEY; PLEEEEASE DON'T GO ANY FURTHER MY FRIEND!! THIS IS TOO MUCH, OVERKILL!! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS HORRIBLE THING, MY FRIEND!!" I answered thirty minutes later as a decadent slice of strawberry cheesecake was being placed in front of me.

"Hey, I didn't ask for anything; you and those asshole lawyers ain't getting me on no fucking extortion charges, bitch."

"MY FRIEND, PLEASE RECONSIDER!!"

"Cut the bullshit, fake coolie accent, Laila." I'd had enough of her trying to bait me. She wasn't fooling anyone now that I knew what she really sounded like. There was a long pregnant pause on the phone.

"Well, fuck that noise, then. Did you really have to go there even after you got me nicked for pinching your phone? I have an I-Phone for every day of the fucking week, my friend." She was still sniffling a bit obviously wiping tears away as she spoke.

"Yeah, but you still had mine."

"You know you fucking-CHUCKED IT IN MY PURSE, YOU BLACK BASTARD!!" I immediately heard some muffled talking on the other end of the line as Laila was likely admonished for going off script.

"Rude, much?"

I hung up again, going on to enjoy the lush dessert in front of me. I switched off my phone to infuriate Laila, Mr. Kumar and her lawyers before going over to my Uncle Billy's house. He wasn't home, at the hospital. Auntie Yvonne informed me that he was at the hospital for tests but that she didn't know what they would do about the costs for his treatment beyond that. Her own insurance was balking at covering the charges. She also related to me the fact that my uncle was upset with her for telling his business, due to a number of donations that had been made by friends and concerned associates following the party. There was no doubt, no question of her love and loyalty for the man, but his stubborn pride wouldn't let her even try saving him. I sat with her for a minute listening as she vented before telling her that I'd have something worked out soon. My phone was already ringing the minute I switched it on leaving Uncle Billy's home.

"Speak."

"You are taking the situation too far, very, very far young man; we should like to offer a substantial amount of the one hundred grand to cease these hostilities." It was Mr. Kumar.

"Your niece stole my phone, man; the both of you tricked me into training her for a promotion I was never going to receive and then fired my ass. Hey Kumar; dude, you motherfuckers blackballed me to potential employers too and that was fucked up." I worked at keeping my emotion in check, hearing the man on the other end of the line bristling.

"YOU ARE THE WRONG-YOU ARE DOING VERY NASTY THINGS IN THE OFFICE WITH MY LAILA!! THAT IS VERY, VERY WRONG INDEED!!" There was some movement on the other side of the line suggesting they were still trying to record anything they could use in court.

"You black balled me, Mr. Kumar; what am I supposed to do about work, man. That's my livelihood, dude and lost health insurance, too. We both know Laila's a grown woman who's capable of making her own decisions and yeah, we fucked. I told the police that shit and they say it's got nothing to do with her stealing my phone."

"YOU-YOU ARE THE BLACK NIG-!!" The line suddenly went dead. I shrugged walking further down the block from my uncle's house before picking up again.

"What?"

"It's Laila, I'm not in the office anymore and nobody's taping this conversation." It sounded like she was walking down the street. I could hear ambient street chatter and a strong breeze in the distance.

"Good, you can let those shady assholes know I was taping the shit, too."

"Fairs fair you bastard; how could you do that to me?"

"You stole my phone."

"I didn't steal your fucking phone; I think I have already said this very fact. I thought you were nice, and I enjoyed that very, big dick of yours, too. I don't appreciate being humiliated and in such a public manner as well."

"Ah, you'll probably get a slap on the wrist in court."

"I'm not talking about the phone; I'm referring to the cheeky stunt you pulled in the office this morning, you bastard." I didn't know what she was talking about but thought it wise to bluff.

"Whatever."

"Dismissive much; don't pretend it wasn't all you'd hoped for and more, lover. You wanted my big bum quite feverishly if I do recall, correctly?"

"You got what you wanted, too. Didn't you throw your fucking panties over into my partition that night, Laila?"

"I absolutely didn't want to wait anymore; I'm sure you can appreciate how difficult it is getting a half decent shag here in the states, right my friend? Besides, you were already vetted, and that big, delicious dick was just too perfect for my needs."

I believed she wasn't still among her attorneys at that point.

"Yeah, I know bitch." I replied dismissively hoping she would clue me on to the supposed incident in the office without me asking directly.

"You felt the need to share it with the office; wanting to shame me, expose me as some sort of harlot, right? That what you were on about, my friend? I must admit feeling a mounting humiliation as everyone stared over their fucking partitions at my goddamn face! Yet, that embarrassment is going to cost your little group of friends when we "reconfigure the office" like the security team this afternoon!! Yes, while I may not know who your contact was on the security team, we BURNED THE FOREST by TERMINATING ALL of THOSE MOUTH BREATHERS!!" Her rage was palpable, but I still didn't know what she was talking about, fully.

"Sure, right." I replied noncommittally.

"So, what a decent friend you are turning out to be; I'm certain Mike would not appreciate a termination on your part. Especially if informed along with your other associates in the office, my friend." The intensity in her voice was palpable.

"Yeah, so?"

"Who was it; who was your compatriot in the security department? Who passed you the desk cam footage from your workstation, and how did you link it up across the office?" I guess she was tired of playing cat and mouse with me, laying it all out on the table.

"Ah, what does it matter; you fired all of those guys anyways, right bitch?" I wondered if buzzcut guy got fired.

"EVERYONE SAW WHAT WE DID, YOU BLACK DOG!!" Laila lost it revealing the depth of humiliation she suffered when I supposed footage of us hooking up streamed through the office. It was incredibly informative finding that shit out, because for the longest time rumors had floated around the office of hidden surveillance cameras. Laila had unwittingly informed me of the reality of matters adding to my growing arsenal of weapons to be used in negotiations with Mr. Kumar and the office at large.

"Rude much?"

"WAIT DON'T HANG-!!" I hung up in her face again noticing the afternoon sun shown a little brighter as I leaned on a fence glancing up the block finding a familiar face. Micha Le' was approaching wearing what I guessed was some sort of work outfit in the form of a collared t-shirt from the local dollar store. Her luscious thighs and muscular calves were covered in the same jean print jeggings she wore over to my uncle's party almost a week earlier.

"SHIT!" She exclaimed, looking at me like I was stalking her or something.

"Don't get it twisted, I was just visiting my family."

"Right, and don't think you're getting back into my house, either." I just smiled, knowing how fake she really was.

"Whatever."

"Don't try to act cool." Micha Le' had a phone in one hand and a large bag of generic chips in the other, looking me up and down.

"Come here." I said flatly.

"What?"

"Come-here." I said, my tone sounding more like an order. Micha Le' stared back letting her hands drop to her sides giving me this sarcastic glare, but ultimately trudged over beside me turning her back to the fence. I didn't hesitate reaching around behind the pale sister, palming her wide butt. Her face betrayed no emotion as I groped and pinched the closest semi-rounded cheek making her slap at my hand.

"You just wanted to feel on me?"

"Yeah, that's right." Two of my fingers got between her thighs in the pronounced gap between her shapely legs. I rubbed her slit looking for a reaction and getting it when she flushed crimson.

"What, you trying to fuck or something?"

"Keep looking at your phone Micha Le'; eat some chips." I replied slyly deftly sliding my offending hand into the back of her leggings. She was wearing a thong which afforded more access to her snatch. Micha Le' was dripping wet, still complying eating a chip or two intermittently staring at her phone like we were just hanging.

"I'm gonna ask you again; you trying to fuck or what?"

"No."

I abruptly withdrew my hand as she gasped, faux offended. I shrugged in an exaggerated manner earning the bag of barbecue chips that hit me dead in the face. Micha Le' flipped me the bird actually so flustered that she crossed the street dialing up an associate to no doubt "put me on blast" as I chuckled.

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"Speak." My phone rang off the hook a few hours later just as I was getting inside the door of my place.

"It's Mike."

"Oh hey, what's up?"

"Serious homes; you pull off that boss move in the office and got the nerve to answer the phone like its another fucking day, huh?" It sounded like he'd been laughing, but something rang false.

"I didn't do that shit, man."

"Come on, it had to be you brother; who else would've had the nerve to do a pimp move like that and you-you already got fired anyway, right?"

"Mike."

"Yeah?"

"Brother, that's some real fucked up shit, man." I'd started recording the minute I picked up.

"Sorry man." He apologized meekly.

"Look, stop calling me up about this shit; we already said we'd meet, so stop screwing around before I report you guys for harassment. I recorded this attempted conversation and just want to say for the record that I never signed any agreement to be covertly monitored by security cameras. Just putting it out there for you legal boys."

I ended the conversation noting mentally that I'd never hung up on somebody this number of times in a single day. I opened my laptop deciding that I'd keep looking for work in case this whole deal went belly up. These assholes kept blowing up my phone and trying to record me since I'd shown up at the police station. Something told me that I had Laila and by proxy, Mr. Kumar by the short hairs. At this point, I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. There was an email from my former job with an attachment.

"Eh, what's this shit?" The video file opened revealing my desktop from my monitor's point of view.

"Oh, man..." Laila's face filled my laptop screen obviously in a rapturous state. It was obvious she was being stuffed from the back by yours truly. She looked like she was in seventh heaven or something going so far as to lick the screen in a disgusting display of carnality. Some subtitles appeared on the screen as I realized the footage had audio, turning up the feed on my laptop.

"Oh, mujhe bada nigar murga pasand hai; mujhe bhaad mein jao, tum kamabakht maark!! main pooree raat is bade kaale land ka maza lene vaalee hoon!! is kamabakht klab, nigar ladake ke saath mere bakavaas chhed!!"

[Subtitle: Oh I love big nigger cock; fuck me, you fucking mark!! I'm going to enjoy this big black cock all night!! Mess my shit hole up with this fucking club, nigger boy!!]

"Oh, that's what she said." The translation should have made me angry, but whoever she'd obviously pissed off was very thorough.

There were two more clips in additional emails, one apparently from an overhead camera that revealed me humping Laila's huge ass before outright taking her in decidedly kinetic fashion. The second was from the original camera that revealed just how massive the Indian intern's butt was from a side view as I made industrious use of her dusky, olive colored cheeks. I was grateful my face wasn't outright shown and angry at the fact that I'd been fired with the use of unrelated security footage from the episode inside the stalled elevator and parking garage. The security department was definitely in on the whole con game that took me out of my job. The thought of buzzcut guy hovering around me for the duration of the con, incensed me. It was a surgical strike to get me out of the picture and protect Mr. Kumar's trust fund princess niece. They knew she'd been a willing participant from the start. I wondered how he was able to keep his hands from around my throat the morning after.

"Mother-fucker."

I face palmed letting reality smack me right in the face. Uncle Billy would definitely chide me again for failing one of the fundamental lessons of street self. I'd failed to find the yard. Failed to understand exactly what I was dealing with from the moment Mr. Kumar took over the office two years after I'd started working there. The audit I'd performed with the rest of my office buddies was tying up loose ends for an imminent merger that started with his very appearance. Laila was supposed to be a closing of the circle for the incoming group. I'd picked up on that in the conversations I'd had afterwards. I thought about the little gathering I'd attended at the Hilton downtown. My mind wandered to the setup of their little booth. That table had been set like a banquet because those assholes were celebrating. There was one more loose end to tie up and that was Pum, but I doubted the opportunity to close it. There was no doubt Pum stole my phone, but what was there to gain from the action?

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"Yeah man, it was all fucked up for her." Darrell didn't have a problem meeting me for a late dinner or diming out the office because he was a temp employee. He tried to get on as a regular employee several times, but Mr. Kumar always denied him. It was safe to say that he harbored no allegiance to a company paying him minimum wage.

"How'd it go down?"

"Just popped up out nowhere when everybody logged in for work that morning; a big flashing email the kind management uses when they announce one of their policy changes or some shit gathering to make their "human contact" quota for the parent company."

"Laila take it well?" We were meeting at this food truck / outside café I was fond of near a community college. It was a nice little setup with a bunch of plastic tables and chairs presided over by three women now familiar to me, the owner affectionately known as "Mamma" her chubby daughter Conception and what I considered somewhat of a long term social project, their single employee, Lizbeth. My eyes followed the curvy Latina as she poured drinks for some rather thuggish looking patrons at one of the other tables.

"She freaked, especially when all of the monitors started playing that shit on a loop. Man, I gotta ask; how'd you do it?"

"Wasn't me, Darrell."

"Yeah right; you know I wouldn't dime you out."

"I had nothing to do with that shit, okay?" Darrell laughed, waving his hands in front of my face half laughing.

"Relax, I had to ask homie; you should have seen Laila running out of that office with all these tissues in front of her face. Mr. Kumar had everybody turn off their monitors, gave us a two and a half hours lunch break, too. When we got back, he still kept us out in the hall while all of the tech guys were fucking scrambling."

"Sounds like fun; did you send me those clips?" I was still watching the full backside of my favorite waitress stuffed in some skintight capri-pants.

"Wait, you saw them?"

"Yeah, you sent them right; you've got my personal email along with Mike. You guys are the only one's I trusted over there and Mike; he's got Mr. Kumar's fucking hand up his ass, now."

"I didn't send that shit; it was probably Mike."

"Fuck that noise; he tried to get me to incriminate myself over the phone while those assholes at the office listened. Motherfucker had me on speaker and didn't think I'd notice." Darrell was drinking some ice tea from a large styrofoam cup nearly spitting it out as he half coughed half laughed.

"Bruh, they pulled his ass into the office grilling him like a fucking wiener; that shit looked like one of those Law & Order SVU episodes or something. What would you do if that shit happened to you?"

"I wouldn't try to throw his ass under the bus."

"Yeah, that was fucked up, but he got kids to feed; cut Mike a break, man."

"We're cool but we ain't hanging out no time soon; you'd think he would've at least married one of those women who took the time to have his children." I commented finding the apple of my eye glancing over her shoulder at me. Lizbeth followed the trajectory of my gaze to her own ample derriere turning in faux outrage silently admonishing me with a wave of her finger.

"Mike having too much fun living that bachelor life; you know he told me he stuffed that new Asian chick they hired at the office."

"Seriously?"

"Said she had a bubble butt; he was pissed because she acted like the shit didn't happen the next day."

"Serves him right." I was still sore; Mike wasn't getting any male bonded and approved sympathy from me. Lizbeth found her way to our table filling both of our cups on the house with an inviting smile directed in my direction.

"Hey Lizbeth; wanna get coffee or something?"

"NO!"

The Latin beauty's answer caught me off guard even as she playfully pinched my cheek before walking off. Lizbeth put a little extra in her step knowing I was watching along with Darrell. I paid the bill treating him before we parted ways.

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I was channel surfing back at my apartment thirty minutes later when predictably, my phone rang again with Laila's number on its face. I watched it ringing in several cycles before deciding to answer it as a plan formulated in my mind.

"Laila, I'm recording-for the record." It was just a little after midnight.

"Turn it off, I'm by myself."

"Bullshit." She hung up only to call me again using face time which I answered finding her sitting in what looked like another hotel room. The Indian intern was a mess of running mascara mixed with tears looking like the world had come crashing down on her.

"What?!!" I wasn't conceding anything.

"You win."

"Huh?"

"I-am officially out at the office, okay? You don't have to release that fucking sex tape, now." She wiped away some tears with a fistful of tissues. I noticed she was still wearing her work clothes.

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

"STOP-FUCKING WITH ME!! Look-I'm really sorry about all of that business at the office; it was quite shitty and I'm willing to do what I can to make it worth your time, my friend."

"I-don't trust you."

"Well, what can I do to gain some modicum of trust? I'm perfectly willing to go along with whatever you have in mind to bring a close to all of this nastiness. Look, I mean it severely and all you have to do is just tell me what it is, you'd want me to do in order to earn your trust, if only to conclude matters." She was sniffling, wiping more tears from her face.

"Well, if you're serious; I'd want a simple trust exercise right here on face time while I'm recording."

"OKAY-WHAT IS IT?!"

"Uhm, this is a trust exercise; so like, remove your jacket." I expected her to hang up in my face out of outrage, but she slid out of her jacket without a word.
"Blouse?" Laila stared at me narrowing her eyes before undoing her buttons letting the long sleeved shirt slide off her shoulders. She was wearing a plain low slung brassiere that resembled a sort of hammock which struggled to contain her breasts leaving a portion of her right areola visible. Before I could utter another command, she yanked the tight bra straps that were digging into her plump shoulder blades drawing the cups down inverting them as her breasts appeared unimpeded by the spongy fabric.

"Are you satisfied with the view or should I remove everything?"

"Take it all off, bitch."

"Yes, if that will shore up relations between us, my friend." Laila stood up shimmying out of her skirt with some difficulty revealing a pair of dark fullback panties cut high on the sides. She hesitated for a moment before peeling them off exposing her muff, tightly wedged between her thick thighs. She propped the phone up taking a few steps back so that I could see her nude body from the calves upward.

"Turn around." Laila turned around exposing her phenomenal cheeks which informed the pear shape of her figure. The sight made my cock twitch uncontrollably as she glanced back over her shoulder.

"Having a wank, friend; its perfectly alright if you are because I wasn't talking a piss when I admitted loving your big dick."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, I 'm wholly sincere in that assessment; I still think of our office business quite fondly."

"I don't believe you."

"No I'm quite sincere my friend; in fact my pussy is significantly wet right now." Laila smiled weakly actually fingering herself in front of the camera feeling we were finding some common ground.

"What do you want?"

"Delete that footage; please don't release it to my family and business associates. I'm done here in the states for the most part, so it would be overkill; don't you think, my friend?" Laila pushed both of her breasts together, licking a nipple as she negotiated trying to entice me into agreeing to her terms. She suddenly had me backed into a verbal corner because I didn't want to admit one way or the other that someone else had it in for her.

"I'm gonna hang up now."

"WAIT!!" Laila half stumbled regaining her phone from where it had been propped up.

"What?"

"Let's meet up; I'd fancy a face to face palaver if you wouldn't mind? It's all so distinctly disorienting to be placed in this sort of situation. Uncle Kumar has all but stopped speaking with me and is threatening my arranged marriage to Raman. If you release that bit of bother, I'll be wrapped up." She was begging in this strange manner still trying to retain dignity she'd lost the moment our indiscretion became public knowledge.

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

"Consider it, my friend; I'll do all of the nasty bits we accomplished in the office and more. Whatever strikes your fancy is on the proverbial table. Please say, you'll have a shag with me-this one last time. I just want the footage erased as recompense."

"Anything?"

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The Starlight Motel sits deep in the heart of the inner city in a perpetual state of semi-remodel as its conglomerate of Korean owners use it strictly for a cash cow to fund lavish lifestyles in their exclusive gated community situated in a suburb just outside of the city. The two tiered, two story structure has seen better days since its construction in the late fifties, now the haven of shady individuals who have more use, assorted thugs, druggies and various prostitutes. Even given this fact, police patrols in the area are sporadic as it is not an election year. Most of the surrounding demographic skewed heavily Latino with blacks coming in second followed by the Asian community, a mixture of the aforementioned Koreans, Thai, Vietnamese and Filipino. Anybody else would sort of stick out like a sore thumb which was perfect for my use. A black Mercedes-Benz pulled into the open faced lot with my phone ringing moments later, right in the spot we agreed upon.

"This is uhm, disturbing my friend; I think we should perhaps seek out better accommodations." Laila was understandably disturbed.

"You agreed to this; are you backing out?"

"Uhm no, but I'm just concerned about safety." She was shaky.

"Me too, I wouldn't feel safe anywhere else; especially after you stole my phone and clothing last time."

"I did nothing of the sort, and I find these arrangements a little excessive. I could secure several different locations of a better standard in moments if you would simply allow it. I am here at your request; shouldn't that be enough endorsement of my good will?" I'd arrived at least an hour earlier watching from relative safety across the street using the camera on my phone as makeshift binoculars.

"If you don't like it, drive off." There was a long pause as Laila considered our exchange while I continued surveying my surroundings. I was behind a thigh high, short brick wall hoping over it to look down the adjacent streets for any activity. Laila was still sitting in her car pondering my words, having already been issued instruction prior to this situation.

"I'm coming out." The door to the car popped open.

I'd hoped before arriving the place would be alive with all manner of night activity as it had in the past when I'd hooked up with at least two girls here before. Tonight, there was one errant hooker on duty, looking the bottom of the barrel she was while an errant homeless guy dumpster dived near the entrance of the parking lot. There was some chubby Hispanic guy sweeping up the drive unaware of what was about to happen.

Laila stepped out of the car in her birthday suit with only a pair of black, spiked heels on her feet.

Even though we'd discussed it beforehand, I never thought she would actually go through with coming down to "the hood" nude. This was the epitome of desperation making me wonder whose bad side she'd really got on. I was innocent of any coercion before this point but wanted to reclaim my ego after considering everything that occurred and the stunt at the hotel. There was no definitive answer regarding the Sri Lankan beauty I'd bedded that night but figured Laila culpable for luring me there in the first place.

"Damn girl."

I whispered to myself as she stood there trying to hide behind the open car door backlit by the dim orange glow coming from an overhead streetlight. It perfectly accentuated her zaftig figure with the little pools of darkness, those shadows where the light couldn't reach. She almost blended into the night due to the deep, olive tint of her skin. I slowly walked over watching from a safe distance as Laila gathered the courage to close the door, gingerly just as the guy sweeping the parking lot caught sight of her. The push broom he was using fell to the concrete as he looked like he'd seen a ghost or something. She tucked her head inward clutching her phone with both hands as she stared at room 4A directly in front of her parked car. The custodian got a little closer creeping dangerously near as I filmed the entire thing on my phone. Her luscious cheeks were incredible in the muted darkness, jiggling naturally, vertically as she scurried to the door intent on getting inside before the janitor guy could close the distance.

"BOLLOCKS!!" Laila discovered the locked hotel door shaking it frantically attracting the attention of the lone streetwalker on duty. She pressed her chest against the door as the hooker snapped a photo with her own phone, still shaking the door in a panic almost taking it off the hinges.

"What're you doing, Laila?" I was leaning against the hood of her Mercedes when she turned angrily.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE INSIDE AS WE AGREED, MY FRIEND!!" One of her arms was draped across her large breasts futilely while a hand covered her muff. I glanced around noticing the hooker talking excitedly on her phone while the custodian looked as if he were having a coronary. There was a visible tent in his pants.

"Just got here; by the way, I'm in 4B-upstairs."

"Upstairs?"

"Yeah."

"This is absolutely terrible; I never would've thought you were such a bastard when we met. To think we had some truly exciting moments of friendship as well as a healthy bit of carnality, to boot." Laila shifted to the side giving the custodian a side view of her profile which didn't help much.

"Says the fake woman who cheated me out of my job and got me fired-to boot."

"4B, upstairs?"

I nodded as Laila glanced over noticing the middle aged guy rubbing his crotch. She wrapped her arms around her torso stalking off to the narrow stairwell that led up to the second tier of the cheap motel. The spiked heel caught the little overhead nightlights as she was obliged to pass the excited hooker watching our exchange. I called out to her once she was midway between us.

"Where you going; I've got the room key." I held them up smiling.

"YOU DIR-TEEE BASTARD!!" Laila shrieked as I acknowledged her righteous anger with a simple shrug.

"You are so fucking negative, Laila; so I'll tell you what. I want your car keys, or the deal is off."

"WHAT?!!"

"Exactly, bitch." I sat on the hood of the care without a care in the world as she began to tear up. I didn't care much for her crocodile tears feeling my manhood finally starting to return in dramatic fashion after being screwed royally by this "Indian Intern." Laila found the hooker at her back smiling encouragingly. I stifled a laugh as she nearly tumbled onto the pavement running back to me offering the keys.

"You are so cruel, absolutely heartless."

"You've got it all wrong baby; I'm really a nice guy when you get to know me." I was still filming the whole thing, but Laila didn't seem to care as I pocketed her car keys. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder escorting to the edge of the stairwell stopping abruptly.

"What?"

"I'm kind of thirsty; how about you? Want a soda?" I nodded over towards a soda machine adjacent to the motel clerk's window. It was blacked out, but I knew the Korean guy working there was watching.

"Please, can't we just go to the room?"

"So, that's a "No" on the soda, for you?" I was already walking over to the machine giving her no choice but to shuffle behind me, head bowed towards the cracked pavement. I fumbled around purposely in my pockets, secretly glancing back towards the enclosed parking lot entrance finding no one there. Tears were streaming down Laila's plain face as she watched me go to the shaded window and get change from the motel clerk. I had her car keys and she wasn't going anywhere until I was done getting payback.

"Hey babe, get some ice for me." The motel clerk handed me a cheap ice bucket grinning like a jackal the whole time. Laila nodded slightly walking over to the adjacent ice machine filling the bucket for me as I also secured some styrofoam cups. I was nice enough to take the bucket from her once we reached the steps.

"Ladies first." I motioned towards the steps wanting her to ascend first. In all actuality, I wanted to leer at her huge, loose jiggly butt as she walked up the stairs.

"DON'T HATE THE PLAYER-HATE THE GAME!!" The prostitute yelled in encouragement while the motel clerk appeared standing beside the carnally enchanted janitor.

I winked back at our audience following the distraught Indian woman up the stairs to my room. The sight of her meaty backside had me tock solid below the belt. So tight were the fullback panties she usually wore that an indentation had been imprinted in her lush flesh. My free hand cupped the right cheek luxuriating in the rubbery bounce. Laila stopped on a dime the second she felt my touch as my thumb dug into its under cuff. I had a handful with enough left over on that single cheek for two more hands. The space between her thick thighs was moist and dewy proving my suspicions about her true nature. She shivered with goosebumps appearing on her skin as I ran a single digit along the deep crack of her huge butt. There was just the slightest bit of lightness to the flesh were the material covered her modesty as we got to the narrow second floor outdoor corridor that led to room 4B.

My fingers dug around in my pocket for her keys as Laila neared the door glancing back at me with this lost in the headlights expression on her face. It seemed kind of conflicted yet reeked of desperation on her part. She wasn't trying to hide her nude body from anyone that cared to look.

"Go, it's open already." She put a single finger in her mouth turning to the door giving it a light push, not surprised when it swung widely open with no effort. I'd already got her keys in my hand as I came up behind her as she faced the drab, beige interior of the room. It was a standard motel room mainly used by people patronizing the services of streetwalkers and the like. I knew she'd appreciate it on some level as I got behind her tossing Laila's car keys over her head onto the bed. She instinctively scrambled forward onto the bed after the keys which ended up in the center of it as I sat the bucket and sodas on the small table just inside the door.

"AAAAAEEEEE, AWWWWNN, OWWWWW!!" I was balls deep inside her sticky cunt finding familiarity in her gummy, steaming tunnel. The Indian ingenue made the mistake of retrieving her keys on her hands and knees providing a clear target as I intended.

My hands shot up to her small waist yanking her enormous, heart shaped butt into my pelvis like a madman. I knew what Laila preferred sexually, giving her the hardest long strokes I could manage as her back dipped and her shoulders rolled. Loud, sticky smacking noises filled the cheap room as I pounded and beat her back out like an escaped con.

"AAAHHHHH-AAAHHHHH-AAAHHHHH-AAAAIIEEEEE; YESH, YEEESH, FUCK IT SO VERY HAAAARD, MY FRIEND!!" Laila's enormous cheeks shuddered and jiggled looking rubbery and loose from the intense stabbing thrusts that were smashing her box into oblivion.

"COME HERE AND TAKE YOUR TREAT, BITCH!!" I wrapped her mane around my fist yanking my cock from her steaming cunt, pulling her to the frayed carpeting. She was gasping hard, looking rapturous as I pointed my cock at her face. Several thick ropes blasted Laila's face in rapid succession as she fingered herself trying to get to the precipice. She eagerly took my cock deep in her mouth enduring several hard strokes deep into her gullet.

"Close the door." Laila slowly, robotically directed her attention towards the open door raising her hands as if she were going to hide her face, before resolutely dropping them to her sides. She slowly got to her feet taking a tentative step towards the door before glancing back at me. I just shrugged with a knowing smirk, having a seat on the edge of the bed, waiting.

Laila smiled more to herself than me as she sucked on a single finger glaring salaciously at me letting her gaze travel down to my still erect member. It was obvious that we'd reached an understanding as I'd sussed out her true nature in no uncertain terms.

Her plain face was still glazed with my cum as the pear shaped Indian knelt getting down on her hands and knees crawling from the open door right between my legs. She throated half of my cock using her face as a surrogate vagina. Her posture, prostrate before me was incredibly enticing as she remained on all fours, legs parted wide with her head motions making her voluptuous cheeks jiggle and bounce. I cupped the back of her head a few times, humping into her throat with no care at all for this charlatan who'd presented herself to me as some naive ingenue. Well, the secret was out of the closet now and I was going to make full use of her lewd body until I was sated. Laila took everything I had to offer happily, planting rabbit kisses all over my inner thighs wantonly sucking on my balls. I leaned forward depriving her of my cock, slapping it on both of her chubby cheeks. Laila eagerly took my cock again, allowing me to fuck her mouth some more before I snatched it away again.

"You know what I want, Laila."

She didn't hesitate turning around on all fours presenting her enormous, olive hued buttocks. Laila's spike heels touched the edge of the bed as she spread her legs wide apart. I squatted over her back in the frog position pushing into her backdoor until only my balls were visible. The wrecking ball cadence of my hips hit her with the force of a tsunami.

"OOOOOHHHHH YEEESHHHH, FAAAWKING BLOOODY HELL; TAKE MY SHIT HOLE YOU BLACK, FUCKING BAASSSS-TARD!!" Laila screamed at the top of her lungs, letting her stomach ride low on the floor. I was almost sitting on top of her as I noticed some movement around the door.

"Come here, bitch."

I gathered her up in my arms, still impaled on my cock as I pulled her into my lap. Laila continued bouncing in my lap as I took in the sight of her jello-like, jiggling cheeks. I reached over spreading her legs as far apart as I could before drawing them up into her chest. This had the effect of turning the Indian intern into a human wishbone with my cock embedded deep in her rear end. She pulled her shoulders forward so that she could reach down diddling herself. Laila spread her flower apart using bring her free palm down in a slapping motion on her clit.

"AAAAWWWW, OHHHHH MY GAAAA-YEEEESSHHHH, YEEEESH!! FUH-FUH-FAAAAAAAWWW!! "Laila was screaming at the top of her lungs as multiple tremors ripped through her body. She started squirting uncontrollably wetting the dull carpeting on the motel room floor.

The bursts continued until Laila lost it, sobbing openly at the absolute rutting she was undeservedly receiving. Both of her thick, shapely legs were pressed into her large breasts, dangling from the calves down as I found spectators in the form of the motel clerk, custodian, my favorite streetwalker and personal cheerleader. Some guy and his chubby girlfriend were also staring, wide eyed. I noticed at least two phones filming us, making sure to keep my face obscured behind Laila's big head. Her legs were allowed to slowly, methodically descend to the floor as I stood us up facing the open door.

"Show's over." Laila wearily closed the door, still impaled.

I carefully pulled out, roughly grabbing her bicep leading the thick woman to the bathroom. It was small, stark and utilitarian with a simple toilet, sink and standup shower with plexiglass sliding doors. Laila looked rapturous and addled with that familiar goofy smile on her face. She dutifully slid the door back turning on the shower taking little peeks at my erection. The spray was thankfully powerful and heated as she adjusted the temperature before getting under the spray. I peeled off my clothing, joining her under the spray to clean my spunk off her face.

"So, we have an understanding, is that right my friend?" She was stroking and twisting her palm on my cock.

"No."

"But I've done as you've asked; we've enjoyed so much together tonight and perhaps a little more. Don't be difficult, let's enjoy one another to the fullest." She was pleading under the spray, staring desperately up into my face.

"What do you want me to say, Laila?"

"Say you won't release any sex footage of me." She whimpered through more crocodile tears.

"I won't release any sex footage of you." I replied robotically. Technically, I wasn't lying as I leaned in making out with the relieved trust fund baby who returned my overtures with considerable passion.

I reached down hooking my arms into the back of her knees raising her up off the shower floor. For the next ten minutes, Laila got railed against the wall of that shower under the spray. Her weight became and issue along with my footing as I released her. Laila sank to the floor of the small, narrow space in a crouch where my length found a home between her large, slightly pendulous breasts. The soap made a nice lubricant as I took her cleavage. She accommodated me nicely using both fists pushing on the outside of her tits capturing my cock. I leaned on the wall at an angle pumping my hips until I started to crest.
"Get on the fucking bed, bitch!!" I growled.

"YES, YES MY FRIEND; I SURELY WILL FOR YOUR BLACK DICK!!" Laila happily bounded into the room lying face down on the mattress demonstrating her own understanding of my needs. I mounted her prone, balls deep in her cunt alternating with her derriere until I could take no more, spraying her deep olive hued cheeks full of cum. I used some of the spunk as lubricant going inside her backdoor again for another thirty minutes which culminated in a second explosion which left her a glazed mess. Laila was completely gaped at this point while I caught my second breath looking up at the cracked paint on the ceiling.

"If I were to perhaps, make apologies for the mounting difficulties between us; would you be inclined to accept it?" She asked meekly running a few fingers through her long, black hair.

"This ain't an apology?"

"You know what I mean, lover." She smiled lazily, slightly rocking her legs making her huge ass cheeks wobble a bit. She fully knew me at this point as I propped up on my side rubbing her butt, ignoring her accepting face.

"Well, I don't know Laila; guess we'll have to work on it." We started kissing again which quickly got out of hand as I rolled on top of her. The Indian intern not to be outdone, spread her shapely legs bending them inward at the knee allowing me to bottom out inside her abused cunt. We made slow, sensual love as her big, expressive eyes went white and her mouth hung open. Her arms were wrapped around me along with her legs, interlocked in the small of my back. Laila arched her back, driving her cunt into my plunging member as we came together in perfect sync.

"AAAAAWWWWNNN." That was the last I heard from her before I noticed her sleeping. I took another shower, dressed and popped out of the room leaving her there in her birthday suit. I didn't have anything to do with the extortion she was obviously experiencing from parties unknown.

"Next time, you gonna have to let me go too, player." I found that same hooker at the bottom of the stairs, not surprised that she hadn't been able to drum up some business. The rising sun gave the area this ethereal glow as I took in the city skyline in the distance.

I winked before walking out of the lot.

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"It's so nice that you could come in and meet with us this morning."

"Gloria." I nodded nonchalantly sitting there with my arms folded across my chest facing the H.R. Director, the lawyers I was already acquainted with from the police station. I expected Mr. Kumar to be there but her was oddly absent, probably unable to look at my face. I was disappointed but doubted he wasn't aware that I'd stuffed his precious niece on some level at least.

"Well, it's come to my attention that there were unforeseen circumstances that contributed to the company's decision to void your employment."

"Can I get that in writing?" I asked eliciting some forced uncomfortable laughter in writing with Gloria awkwardly joining in for a few seconds as I betrayed no emotion.

"We uhm, we can discuss the matter further but first, I've been authorized to make you a counter offer of reemployment, along with a check for difficulties that may have been encountered post separation from the company." Her words were measured and the look on her face kind of pissed me off. I knew she'd seen the surveillance footage of me sticking it to Laila, so I wondered why she didn't lead with that information.

"Are you serious; I know you guys blackballed me. Does she fucking seriously fucking expect me to go back to working for Mr. Kumar?" I addressed the lawyers instead of Gloria.

"Sir, if you would just hear us out...".

"Answer the question!"

"We've decided to go in another direction; Mr. Kumar has been transferred to one of our satellite operations back in India." The answer to my question was answered by another person entering the room behind me. I got the shock of my life finding Pum standing in the doorway staring at me with that same predatory glint in her eye.

"I am Pumidi; but everyone refers to me as Pum." She offered her hand heartily shaking mine as I stared at her completely shocked.

"Uhm, nice to meet you."

"I've been assigned to oversee the transfer of assets between the incoming MTH-Corp and your former company; I've advised this course of action and the subsequent payout."

"Payout?"

"Yes, I believe the offer is one hundred thousand; this is of course coming from your former company on my advisement. I've spoken with the senior partners upstairs and the general agreement is that we'd jointly like this matter settled before the merger proceeds. We've taken the opportunity to speak with former assistant department head, Laila Kumar who informed us that you'd declined her initial offer as we'd advised."

"Uhm, yeah." I was still floored as Pum took a seat turning to face me while ignoring the other people in the room.

"We interviewed her earlier this week and it became clear that she'd made an offer of her own choosing."

"She didn't want to give me health insurance."

"I've never heard that before; why did it become a breaking point in negotiations, if I might be so bold?"

"My uncle has cancer-I uhm, I formerly was able to add him to my insurance plan. It was a matter of life or death; Laila just wanted to pay me the same hourly wage."

Gloria audibly gasped before being covertly tapped on the shoulder by one of the attorneys. It was obvious the level of power wielded by Pum as she glanced at the other suits in the room.

"Fix this; or I will." Pum turned to me shaking my hand with both of hers, still smiling before walking out of the conference room. Gloria immediately got up following her outside as the lawyers presented me with the check.

"Mr. Kumar's position was vacated; we're authorized to offer it to you at this time along with the settlement. The money is yours, no strings attached and if you decide to take the job, you can hire whoever you want as assistant department head. Overtures will be made to all of the companies you applied, explaining the mistake regarding your termination." The legal mouthpiece was sweating it out as I saw my chance to be a hero.

"What if I want my department left intact; Laila said she was going to lay them all off?"

"She is a non-issue; do what you want if you take the job, sir." A non-disclosure agreement and some other paperwork were slid before my face. I normally would've stalled until I properly read it, but I was just thinking about my Uncle Billy.

"Pleasure doing business with you." I winked exiting the office. Outside, the receptionist was packing her things into a box talking on her phone simultaneously ignoring me. Gloria's office door was propped open allowing me to see her doing the same thing visibly crying.

I was smug, floating out of the basement office to the elevators. This incredible warm feeling washed over me as I rode up to my office floor wanting to survey what would become my kingdom. Mr. Kumar and Laila had been disposed in an improbable series of events. Pum had been sitting there, a part of the incoming company exposing Laila's hubris. There was no doubt she'd stolen the phone setting off this fortuitous turn of events in my favor. Her motivation was as much a mystery as she was coming in and out of my life like a revolving door. I pondered my future in upper level management as the double doors of the elevator opened.

"What the hell?"

A literal army of suits and men in F.B.I windbreakers were swarming the office while all of the employees stood in the outside corridor being interviewed. I noticed Darrell and Mike speaking with an officer answering questions. There were others from my office in the same predicament as I backed into the still open elevator not wanting anything to do with that nonsense. I felt like the fool who'd brought the Brooklyn Bridge from some grifter. The check was definitely real, I checked it over and over again until I reached the lobby where I found more feds milling about. I ended up answering questions anyway as my victory ebbed away like sand in an hourglass. Luckily, I was allowed to keep the check assuring my uncle would get the treatment he so desperately needed. I didn't know what would happen beyond that as I sat on a bench in the lobby of my office building.

"Hey, you mind if I sit here?"

"Free country." It was that Asian girl who'd taken over my desk after I'd been fired becoming Laila's assistant. She had this kind of snarky librarian look to her sitting next to me with a small box of her belongings.

"Pretty fucked up if you ask me; what'll you do now?" She asked casually.

"Look for a job; just like everybody else." We both watched other employees leaving the building with similar boxes.

"Sometimes you can be a big fish in a small pond, but more often than not; you're a goldfish in the ocean. This place sucked anyway, I'm glad it's over." I glanced over at her wanting to know why she was hanging out with Laila and her clique that night but said nothing.

"I'm pretty sure some people needed their jobs."

"Merger was greenlit; they'll be shuffled around to other offices in the city."

"You in the know or something?" She stood up without ever looking at my face as I remembered she'd supposedly hooked up with Mike.

"My ride is here, I've gotta go; my name is Malaya Padilla." She offered her hand and we shook gingerly.

"Uh, nice to meet you, Malaya."

"Sorry." She apologized out of nowhere, picking up her small box.

"Huh, why?"

"I took your phone."

Her torso was hidden behind a short leather jacket but her lower half was covered in a white skirt and black tights over smart ankle boots. She turned walking off with purpose, dumping her box into a wastebasket adjacent to the door. She did have a noticeable bubble butt as I glanced up finding another red herring, solved.

"Yeah, should've fucking known."

Malaya stood outside the building on the pavement talking with Pum. She seemed to sense I was watching as staring at me while a Bentley pulled up to the curb. The Asian enigma disappeared inside the car followed by Pum who looked back with that signature predatory smirk. The Bentley pulled off as I watched transfixed.

"Hey man; drinks?" I found Darrell at my side with a box along with some of my other peers from the office.

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My Uncle Billy was a prideful man to his detriment, but he ended up getting his medical treatments which took a hell of a toll on him, physically. The doctors said that everything turned out alright, but we're all still on pins and needles hoping he makes a full recovery. It took the entire hundred grand in the end and I was just grateful that everything worked out in the end. MTH Corp acquired my company shuttering the office due to the bad publicity and ongoing investigation. I was offered a job at one of their other properties just like everybody else at the office but told they couldn't offer me the same position until everything was sorted out with the feds. Yeah it hurt having to swallow that lump of fool's gold, but I had to put food on the table somehow. I ended up taking the job which turned out to be a glorified mailroom position. My new boss is this mean looking sister named Martha who also ran her department like a tyrant, but it was different this time. It seemed more fair and yeah, it pissed me off but like I said, I needed the money.

"Well, son of a bitch."

I was checking my personal email in the mail room drifting over to social media when I found the Laila had sent me a friend request. She'd included a pic of her enormous butt and from the angle, it looked like someone else had taken the photo. I chuckled clicking on her thumbnail figuring I'd left an impression the last time we met. It turned out she'd still ended up married to Raman in the aftermath of the big flair up and was living down under. We don't really talk but she sends me nudes every now and then. I accidentally received a photo of Raman and his guy laid up, but she quickly apologized by sending another pic. I guess they have an open marriage, but who really gives a fuck?

"You shouldn't be looking at that in here." I found my new coworker Holly, looking over my shoulder at the photo of Laila's enormous, olive colored butt.

"Yeah, I guess; I didn't know this pic was in there when I opened it up."

"I ain't Martha, and I ain't no snitch; just don't do that shit in here because it makes it bad for all of us. They keep a record of your online activity in a server two floors down." I didn't tell her about my origins or that I hadn't been required to sign paperwork limiting my online activity. My eyes were drifting downward to the biggest pair of breasts I'd ever seen. She was this blue collar blonde who for some reason, reminded me of a life sized cabbage patch doll, but those tits gave me ideas.

I can deny it in the least, and I don't want to; your opinion of me doesn't change who I really am or put food on the table and it doesn't pay my bills. Where I'll end up in life, only the man upstairs knows but honestly...

I'm a Dirty Dawg.

THE END

(Note: Next Chapter chronologically would be-DIRTY DAWG: BIG TIT DERBY)

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"I have done as you asked sister; this is a bit more public than we prefer. If you keep it up, they will come for you. What will you do when that door opens, Malaya?" Pum glanced over at the pensive woman across from her staring out the window of the Bentley, seeing something other than the tarmac outside.

"When that door opens, I'm gonna put a bullet right between their fucking eyes." She turned to her associate and partner in crime with a single tear running down her cheek. She wiped it away before putting on the cat eye horn rimmed glasses that were her trademark.

"Namaste' little sister." Malaya just nodded unable or unwilling to return the sentiment. She opened the door hopping out onto the private runway where a small charter plane was waiting in the distance. Pum watched as she ran towards the plane raising a phone to her ear.

"She's coming."