Post by A.C. Douglas on Jan 6, 2013 3:43:42 GMT -6
Time: 7:49 am,
Location: Greenville, South Carolina.
Location: Greenville, South Carolina.
{ The first thing that pops in my head is "it's way too early", but I always welcome a wake-up call done right. Today? A beautiful redheaded white girl has straddled me and is kissing my chest. I can't help but smile and as I begin to move, she looks up at me. }
Woman: Good morning baby.
{ She's talking softly, using breathy, lustful tones. I recognize her voice. But, I remember it's early, and we had quite the night last night. I looked down at her smiling face. }
A.C.: Holly.
{ She giggles and goes back to pecking at my chest and stomach. }
A.C.: What's the occasion?
Holly : Just because.
{ I smirk as I run my hands through her fire-red hair. She obviously has something else on her mind. }
Holly : How about a quickie before breakfast?
{ She raises her eyebrows and smiles. She licks her lips in excitement. }
A.C.: I would, but we'd wake everyone up.
{ She seems genuinely disappointed by that answer. She's lovesick. }
Holly: Well...what about....
{ I feel her begin to reach her hand down my boxers. }
A.C.: Hey, hey! Easy! Tell you what, after the others leave, then am all yours.
{ A wide grin crosses her face as she leans back. }
Holly: I'll go make some eggs, mmkay?
{ She leans over and kisses me on the cheek, and gets off of me, She began walking towards the kitchen, making sure not to wake anyone else up. She was barefoot with her white sports bra and black...see through yoga pants, Her white thong visable both through the pants and it stuck out over the top. Holly was special. She wasn't my wife, but really the closest thing to one I have in my life. Of course, she WAS somebody else's wife, but hey, those are the breaks, and who am I to argue? Holly is the classic "ho who became a housewife" kind of person. I don't know if it's Daddy issues, or perhaps an subconscious desire to break away and please, but she's a rebel. I met Holly at a party a few years ago. This was before she was married. We fooled around then, but for me, it was another love 'em and leave 'em scenario. Done it a dozen times before. But at fate would have it, Holly's husband got a job here in South Carolina. A job that has him traveling quite a bit. We met up again and ever since...whenever her husbands out of town...she gets her fix from me. I would say she's a booty call. But, I happen to actually like her. }
A.C.: Okay....
{ I finally slowly say up and surveyed the room. I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes, looked to my right and of course, there was Angela, stirring from sleep as well. She casually rolled out of bed and stood up, when we both noticed the same thing. }
A.C.: Angela, sweetheart, you're not wearing any panties.
Angela: I....I know. I don't know where they are.
{ She quickly found a pair of shorts and put them on saving herself from any embarrassment. I knew they were her's since they said "Italia" across the butt. }
Angela: Well, it's not the first time you've seen me without pants.
{She smirks at me as I put my feet on the hardwood floor. Angela is my nutritionist as well as part-time personal trainer. Of course she made it very clear when I started with her that it was "strictly professional" which lasted all of about 2 weeks before I tapped that. She even tried to tell me she was a lesbian when we met. To me, it was more like "challenge accepted" And it turned out good for me, since she now like a little bit of both. But boy does her Italian side show. She loves to cook, and she always talks with her hands. }
Angela: Is Holly cooking?
A.C.: She said she was making eggs.
Angela: I'll go help her.
{ She moved past me, stopping only to run her hand up by back and head as she passed by. I stood and stretched and starting walking to the bathroom when I noticed another girl sleeping on the couch. I didn't remember her name, All I knew then was she was Puerto Rican. I only knew that from the Puerto Rican flag bra she was still holding in her hands. Someone had thankfully covered up her bare breasts with a blanket. }
A.C.: Hmm...oh well.
{ I shrugged and walked into the bathroom. You are probably asking yourself "A.C. You're a black man and you're just sleeping with white women and latinas. Where are the black girls? Yeah, about that. Black girls have just too much attitude for my tastes. And, they seem to have delusions about the type of man they're going to marry someday. And, for purely selfish reasons, black girls just don't DO what I like. You can talk a Spanish girl into doing a lot with limits, but you get white girls drunk enough, and you can get just about anything out of them. Now, there are some black girls who will do things, but they're either ugly, or they do stupid things to themselves. A gigantic tattoo on your ass or down your side does not make you hotter, I'm sorry to tell you. And it seems every black girl has to have a big ass. Now, don't get me wrong, a big ass is great, but these girls are getting implants. An ass is great as long as it's not too big. If I can see your ass from the front, I'm taking a pass.
Anyway, where was I?
So, I'm looking at myself in the mirror when Angela walks into the bathroom. She saunters over and wraps her arms around me from behind. }
Angela: You look gorgeous. As always.
{ I accept her compliment with a knowing look.}
A.C.: Angela, who is that girl?
Angela: hmm?
A.C.: The topless one on the couch.
Angela: I think she said her name was Maribel.
A.C.: Maribel, right. Is breakfast almost ready?
Angela: Holly's sitting on the table for you.
A.C.: Thank you.
{She kisses me lightly on the cheek before leaving. I can't help but watch as she walks away, knowing I'm looking at her ass. As soon as she opens the door, that Maribel girl comes through.}
Maribel: Oh, I'm sorry.
A.C.: No no, Angela was just leaving. So was I.
{ Angela smiles as she vanished from sight. Maribel had put on her bra, but she didn't wear any real clothing. She walked over to me, pressing her head against my chest and hugging me. }
Maribel: Last night was amazing, papi.
{ I smile at her, and look at the mirror, getting myself a great view of her ass. It is great She even has those panties that read "spank". }
A.C.: You're welcome. Uh, I know this may sound kind of rude, but how we're you getting home?
Maribel: Angela said she's call me a cab.
A.C.: Oh, are you okay with that? I mean...
Maribel: It's fine. I know you're busy and all.
{ She looked up at me, her green eyes staring into mine. It's obvious she REALLY enjoyed last night. }
Maribel : I honestly don't remember much about last night, I remember being here, and having a really great time. But it's mostly bits and pieces.
A.C.: Well, what you remember, you enjoyed right?
{ She grinned lustfully. }
Maribel: Yes. I've never had a foursome before.
A.C.: Well, you're welcome.
{ She gently closed her eyes and continued to hold on to me. }
A.C.: Well, it's time for breakfast. Come on.
{ She let go of me as I started moving. I let her lead so I could take the advice of her panties and smack her ass. So let out a small squeal, and smiled. I walked into the kitchen where Holly and Angela were eating, there was a plate for Maribel and myself to dine as well.
We sit down for a quiet meal, but I can FEEL each girls eyes on me as I eat. I enjoyed the girls cooking, Angela made sure these eggs were the best around. I thank them both, and take my plate to the sink to wash it. }
A.C.: Angela, you called a cab for Maribel right?
Angela: Yes.
A.C.: Just checking.
Angela:We're sharing, so yeah.
A.C.: Very nice.
{ I head to the bathroom to wash up. }
Angela: Oh I put your clothes out on the bed.
A.C.: Thank you.
{ I began brushing my teeth, and when I finished, I came out and saw that Angela and Maribel had dressed and were on their way out. They both kissed me and walked out, Holly stared at me. }
A.C.: Holly?
Holly: We're alone now.
A.C.: Oh, right. What time is my flight?
Holly:11:30
A.C.: Well, I suppose we have time.
{ Holly takes me by both hands and leads me to the bedroom. Once there, she starts taking off her clothes... }
30 MINUTES LATER
{ We lay together afterwards. Sweat on her forehead. I know she's satisfied if I see it. }
Holly: That, was amazing.
A.C.: Holly, answer this question for me.
Holly: Sure.
A.C.: Where did Maribel come from?
Holly: She's a waitress at that all night diner You, me and Angela went to. We invited her back here.
A.C.: Right.
{ I look over and see the smile on her face. She should be okay for a while. }
A.C.: Well, I need to shower.
{ I get up and head back into the bathroom, and I start the shower. Holly isn't far behind me. }
Holly: Mind if I join you?
{ She really can't get enough. }
A.C.: Be my guest.
{ I would suspect that Maribel couldn't have been from anywhere else. I was simply making sure. After all, I don't like going to clubs. Clubs and bars are just a waste of time. You have to pay to get it, it's usually crowded and cramped. The house music is garbage, or it's the same top 40 crap that you can listen to in your car, Drinks are over priced, and they're usually filled with idiots and cock-teases. Drunken morons who hit on anything with a set of tits, and girls starved for attention, but who obviously don't put out. Everyone is rude, constantly just pushing by you and spilling their drinks as well as yours, and there's always a bunch of groping. I'm sorry, but it's doesn't work for me. I'd rather attend a house party. It's smaller, more private.
And no, I don't normally just have foursomes every night. It was just a good night to try, and we found someone willing to play along. It's another one of the main reasons I like Holly. She's up for anything. She doesn't mind me having sex with other girls, so long as I show her some personal attention. And it's really easy to pay attention to her. She's got a cute face, an fantastic set of real tits, a great ass, and she does yoga, so she's really flexible. That cannot be discounted. But then again, I've always had a thing for redheads anyway.
Angela picked a nice Valentino suit for my venture to Dallas. I have a Noon meeting with Mrs. Kelly Knite to discuss contract negotiations about working for his company, New Championship Wrestling. I don't feel like there's anything wrong with dressing like a man. I don't worry about wearing some ironic t-shirt or fitting in, I dress like a man. Little boys call it "Swag" I call it "Class.
Holly leaves while I'm showering, and I lock up the house and leave. My neighbor Peter, large overweight white man, is outside. }
Peter: Excuse me! Excuse me, Mr. Douglas?
A.C.: Yes, Peter, what can I for you?
{Peter looks angry, upset, He's really hiding repressed racism. I can tell by the tone in his voice when calling me "Mister". He hates it. He also isn't even dressed. He's lazy. }
Peter: Mr. Douglas, I've gone and warned you about all those parties you have, and how loud they are. And dammit, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to call the police, you hear me?!
{ It may be hard to believe, but when I moved here, Peter was the first guy to welcome me. He and his wife came over and we had a barbecue and everything. Peter and I were friends.
It's important to know a person very well when things like this happen. }
A.C.: Yes Peter, call the police. I'm sure they would love to take the word of a man who beats his wife and has a marijuana garden behind his house. I look forward to it.
Peter: ....Uh...well...
A.C.: Alright Peter, you have yourself a great day. Talk to you later.
{ When you get to know someone, they say things. They say things to you that they don't want others to know. If you earn their trust, they confide in you, and tell you dark secrets.
Of course, no one had to tell me Peter beat his wife. I noticed that when she walked out of the house with almost novelty-sized sunglasses on, trying to hide her black eye. And the fact that she would sport fat lips or bandages on her head when I was invited over.
Peter is a pathetic person for that, and sooner or later, he'll go down.
So, I open the door to my Lancer and step in, only to see a funny site: Angela's panties adorned over the rear view mirror. I decided to give her a call. }
A.C.: Angela, sweetheart, I'm pretty sure I found your panties...yeah, I'll...put them in the glove compartment. When I come back, you can get them...Okay? bye.
{ I hang up and drive to the airport. }
45 MINUTES LATER
[/color]{ I sit down on the plane, and of course, There's little to no space in the overhead compartment. Not that I need it, since this is a quick in and out to California, but still, you'd think people would be sensible about the size of their carry-on. The plane is already cramped as it is. Upgrading to first class is a must when you fly.
And the corporate businessman is seating next to me. Obviously a gopher of whatever company he works for. His slowly balding heading head indicates a lot of stress in his life. He shuffles around nervously, like a bull in a china shop. He whacks into everything, constantly apologizing to everyone for hitting them. This is why I always take a window seat. That, and there's something to look at while flying.
He finally is able to sit down without killing himself. With there being no room, he shoves his briefcase between his legs, where it will stay. He gives me a polite, nervous smile as he sits down.
Oh great, he's going to start talking... }
Passenger: I...really hate flying sometimes.
A.C.: Yeah. I noticed.
{ I use a stern, but understanding tone so as to quell any lasting conversation. What is it with people and needless talking. We are sitting next to each other on a plane. After this trip, we will probably never see each other again. So, I don't need to know your name, or your job, or your life story. You are not special or interesting. Unless you're a celebrity or famous athlete, and then, why would I bother them?
But this guy just goes into it. }
Passenger: Name's Fred. Fred Walters.
A.C.: Okay, Fred.
{ He fidgets around in his seat. He's white knuckled as we begin to hit the runway. He rambles on and on about his wife, his kids, and his crap job, and everything else he can think of. He's trying to use conversation to help him relax. He's obviously afraid of flying or heights. Either way I want to throw myself out of the plane at this point. Thankfully, as soon as we are at cruising altitude, I throw on my headphones to some smooth jazz. I would take death metal just to shut him up. }
5 HOURS LATER
Time: 11:14 am
Location: Dallas/Ft. Worth International Airport
Time: 11:14 am
Location: Dallas/Ft. Worth International Airport
{ Mr. Walters stumbled and bumbled his way off the plane. One of those ugly stewardesses had to help him. For those wondering, No, Airplane sex is not my thing. I tried it once, and well, there's a lot wrong with it. The Mile High Club is the ultimate fantasy for everyone who's still stuck in the '70s and has a limited imagination. And I think all the stewardesses are still here from the '70's too. And, most importantly Airplane bathrooms are not exactly roomy, and there's just too much in way. It combines the reckless risks of having sex in a car with the potential diseases of having sex in a nightclub.
Yeah, important safety tip there.
Anyway, I walk out and, low and behold, there's a car waiting. Mrs. Knite at least know how to treat potential employees.
The driver takes what he called a "shortcut", which apparently is code for "get stuck in traffic for 20 minutes." After that fiasco, We finally came upon a large, seemingly unimpressive looking 4 story building crammed into Dallas. I got out and walked into the building which the driver had pointed out to me. I pointed at it myself to be sure. It looked like a typical office building. I entered the large office, reading the sign for "New Championship Wrestling Inc." on the wall. I walked to a large desk with a man and woman sitting there. }
Male Receptionist : Hello sir, Welcome to the New Championship Wrestling offices. How can I assist you today?
{ He's overly cheery. I made it known I'm not interested by speaking directly to the woman. }
A.C.: Hello, My name is Alonzo Douglas, I'm here to see Mrs. Knite.
Female Receptionist: Just one moment. If I could get you to fill this out.
{ A form for their files. A record of everything I do with the company, and some some insurance things. They're pretty well off. Judging by the look of it.
I fill out the forms and hand it back to the woman. She smiles and thanks me, before calling Mrs. Knite. }
Female Receptionist: Gone on in, right down this hallway. She's waiting.
A.C.: Thank you.
{ I start walking when she speaks up again. }
Female Receptionist: By the way, is this a home phone or a cell phone?
A.C.: Cell.
{ I casually walk down the hall, using the window glass as a mirror to make sure I'm still good. I popped a breath mint prior to the ride over, so I'm sure about that. Everything looks good. First impressions can make or break you.
I see the door to Mrs Knite's office. it's wide open, welcoming. }
A.C.: Okay Alonzo, Let's do this.
{ I shoulder roll, take a deep breath, and walk in. There she was. Standing, reading off a stack of papers. She looks up at me, and puts the paper down. }
Kelly Knite: You must be Alonzo.
A.C.: Yes. I am.
Kelly Knite: Very Good
{ She reaches out to shake my hand, I take it, and instantly notice her Gucci Watch. Those are $2,000. He has great taste in quality. }
Kelly Knite: Nice Suit. Valentino?
A.C.: Yes.
{ She knows her suits. I like her already. }
Kelly Knite: Well, we're not here to compare suits, so let's get down to business, shall we? Have a seat.
{She sits down, and eases back in his chair, but there is still a serious look on her face. }
A.C.: So, you contacted me?
Kelly Knite: Well, Mr. Douglas, I've been reading up on you. I like what I've been reading, and hearing. I've got eyes all over the place. My people liked what you did in England. They liked Texas. Florida. Everywhere you go, I hear good things. And that, makes me happy. And excited.
A.C.: Well, thank you.
Kelly Knite: I'll be honest with you, This is a special place. I have faith, but the fact is, I want a talent pool that can make that happen. And I think that you are such a talent. I think you've got a real chance to be great.
A.C.: Go on.
Kelly Knite: I took over this company from my father, and I cleaned up his mess. but I'm not a janitor, I'm a visionary. I've got a plan to make this the greatest promotion on earth. How would you like to be a part of that?
A.C.: I...How can I say no?
Kelly Knite: You'd be surprised how many people are hesitant to follow a new, fresh idea. Now, I have a contract ready for you, but I have some news. Our nexy show, is booked solid. Couldn't get you on if I tried. But, if you stick it out, You will make money. A lot of money. And, you'll become a household name. But that's if you apply yourself. I have no tolerance for slackers.
A.C.: Understandable.
Kelly Knite: I believe in "quid pro quo". Alonzo.
A.C.:"This for that."
Kelly Knite: Right. I can put the greatest football team in the world on the field, but unless they play together, they don't win. Get me? I will give you the resources to succeed, you need to give me the effort. In closing, I only offer opportunity. If you make it happen, I will help you, help me. This is a one time offer, Alonzo. Think it over. Deal or no deal?
{ She's impressed me, and obviously my work impressed her. She follows her talent. I like that. I look her in the eye. She meant every work that came out of her mouth just then. "Fair but firm" seems to fit her as good as that outfit does. I shrug, and smile. }
A.C.: Challenge Accepted, Mrs. Knite.
Kelly Knite: Wise choice son, wise choice.We're happy to have you.
{ We shake again, and She stands once again at the table. }
Kelly Knite: Let me give you a few helpful pointers to save you the trouble. Number 1: Don't try hitting on me, I'm married. And, even if I wasn't, It's not going to work. You're not the first, you won't be the last. Number 2: Stay away from Megan Sanderson. You'll be tested anyway, but you don't want that to come back. Trust me. Number 3: You are not to assist or help Jimmy Turner in any way, shape, or form. And Number 4: There's going to be a lot of people and things that happen around here you will not understand...just...go with it.
A.C.: Thanks, Mrs. Knite
My cell phone goes off. I put it on vibrate, but I check...It's that receptionist outside. She sent me a picture message...
... Yeah I'm really gonna like it here. }