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Off Da Curb Books,LLC
Category:
Literary Fiction
Publisher: Infinity Publishing
ISBN-10: 0741435330
Pages: 180
ISBN-13: 9780741435330
When Pete Holloway, drug dealer/limo driver meets Paris, sparks fly. Pete is caught in a love triangle between Paris and Cindy, a Super Model client. In between the streets and work, Pete meets Marlo Little and this is when Pete’s troubles double. Marlo is a concert Violinist and a rich brother who is also a shareholder for a prestigious computer firm. The firm is being blackmailed by the mob boss, Rocky Scalia and two crooked cops. The media is led to believe that Marlo is a serial killer and Pete is his accomplice. Can Marlo and Pete prove their innocence?
Paris was fine as shit and had long legs, honey brown skin, curly hair that came just pass her shoulders. She had great lips and cat-like eyes. It was easy to see she liked jewelry; she had her nose, tongue and ears pierced, and had rings on all her fingers and thumbs. She was always upbeat and friendly kinda sexy and flirty too.
Slowly but surely the morning crew trickled on in. I could tell old man John March had had a rough night, he walked straight to da coffee pot and fixed a drink wit out even say’n good morn’n. His hands trembled as he tried to get some of the hot brew in his system. Paris walked in; I could smell her fragrance the instant she walked into da room. Regina came in behind Paris I heard’em talk’n but I didn’t’ even bother to look up. I held my work assignment and continued to read it and sipped my coffee with the other. “Good Morn’n.” “Good Morning.” they both said as they both came into da break room. “Good Morn’n.” I said barely hear’n my voice myself;never raise’n my head to make eye contact. Paris came and stood right in front of me she had her coochy right in my face. I stopped read’n and sat my cup down. “What’s up Pete? you aint speak’n today?” “I did speak Paris.” “ Regina did you hear Pete speak to us this morn’n?” Regina aint say nothing, she just shook her head no as she fixed her make-up. “Paris you trip’n I did speak.” “I aint hear you.” ”Morn’n.” Paris stood look’n unsatisfied as she shifted weight from one hip to the other and crossed her arms. “Oh, Good morn’n Regina!” “Good morn’n Pete!” “You satisfied now?” I asked. “Dats better Pete!” she said turn’n and switch’n away. Regina smiled because she caught me staring at Paris’s ass. “Pete you a trip!” “What?” “I seen you Pete staring at Paris’s ass.” Paris walked back into da break room just in time to hear “Paris’s ass”. “Paris’s ass? What about my ass?” she said turn’n to look to see if anything was back dare on her and back and forth from Regina to me. “No. Pete was just check’n out your booty girl.” said Regina. “Let me find out.” said Paris. I aint even say noth’n I shook my head like you got me. Paris smiled, “Ahh that’s cute.” she said as she and Regina whispered something to each other and started giggle’n. I knew they were bout to get on joke time so I stood up and said “I’ll holla at yall later.” as I headed for da door. “Where you go’n Pete?” “Uh-um you can’t leave yet Pete come back and holla now.” said Paris. I could hear her and Regina crack’n up wit laughter. “I’ll holla back later,” I yelled from down da hall head’n down da steps.
I had to piss so I walked into da bathroom before I hit da road to pick up my first passenger. Damn, it stank like shit in there. I was nearly choked by the smell. John March was sick as shit. He was hug’n da towel and call’n “Routh” and hurl’n up whatever it was he had the night before. “Yo’ Johnny Boy you alright man?” Johnny aint say nut’n, he dropped another load in da toilet. I could see where he missed da towel and caught his pants’ legs and left shoe. “John, you gonna be alright or do you need some help?” “I’m good!” He struggled to get out. “You sure man, you don’t look too good.” “I’m alright!” He snapped back raise’n his head make’n eye contact. His face was red as he stared at me through bloodshot and water’n eyes. “Aight man, I was just check’n.” Johnny spit-up more liquids as he waved me away. I pissed, washed my hands and rolled out. I had passed the office when I seen my boss, Mr. Shepherd sit’n at his desk. I started to mention that John was sick in da bathroom but I didn’t want to be a snitch or betray John. I walked on out to my Limo. I checked it out; it was clean. Someone had left a “Peoples” magazine in da back. I’d read dat later if I got bored.
My ride was clean and my tank was full. I pulled out da garage as I seen Paris and Regina come’n out to get into their Limos. When Paris seen me she turned to da side so I could see her melon. She blew a kiss and smacked herself on da ass. She looked over at Regina and they got a good laugh out of it as they hi-fived each other. I tapped da horn twice and kept it move’n. I knew Paris wanted me to pull up on her ass but wouldn’t admit it. I drove on out to Dulles International Airport to pick up a Ms. Cindy Morris. She was probably “O-U”, (old and ugly.) Traffic on 66 west wasn’t bad at all, I listened to Russ Parr and tripped off of all da craziness they did in the morn’n. I thought about last night and what almost happened at “D’s” house. I damn near got a blow from my own sista. I couldn’t believe she was smoke’n dat shit plus trick’n like a whore. She left my nephew home by himself and from the looks of it she was gone too far to come back. I was gonna stop by there after work tonight.
Chapter 4
Twenty minutes later I was at da Airport and I had my signs wit both the names of my passenger’s for the day. I only had two passengers but they both had busy schedules. The first was Cindy Morris, “O-U” and the second I had to pick up later that afternoon, a Mr. Marlo Little. I stood hold’n Ms. Morris’s sign as da passenger’s un-boarded the airplane. I checked da faces of the passengers as I held da sign where it could be seen. There were so many women today that looked “O-U” I couldn’t’ tell who my passenger was. “Excuse me, I’m Cindy Morris.” A voice came from the side of me. As I turned to put da face wit da voice, I dropped da sign. Cindy Morris was stunning. Ms. Morris had to be at least 5’9” with a beautiful face, I couldn’t help but to stare at her, she was very captivating. Her facial features were flawless and she had a body that was no stranger to the gym. She was well built yet feminine. I stood there still stare’n as she smiled show’n ultra bright and perfect teeth. She looked down then I realized that I had dropped my sign. As I bent down to pick up my sign I noticed she had on red open toed stiletto pumps. Her toes were manicured and the prettiest I had ever seen. She had on a red dress that fit tight display’n every voluptuous curve on her body. Her long hair was up in a bun and she wore pearls around her neck. I checked her hand as I came up with the sign to see if she sported a wedding ring. Nope, no ring. “Hi. Hi I’m Peter Holloway. I’m your chauffer for today.” I said holding out my hand to greet Ms. Morris. Cindy Morris extended her hand too but to hand me her travel’n bags. Ms. Morris stood on the curb and waited for me to open da door. I opened da door and she got in. I watched as Ms. Morris crossed her legs and looked up at me. I closed da door, put da travel bag in da trunk and checked da street for pass’n cars as I walked around to da driver’s side and pulled off. Just as I lowered the back window to ask if she needed anything Cindy Morris was in da window. “Peter, you do know where I need to go?” “Yes Ms. Morris I do.” “Please call me Cindy. We’ll be together most of the day so we might as well get familiar with each other.” I drove Cindy to the Hyatt Regency where she was to stay. I got out and opened her door. I got her travel bag out of the back and handed it to the door man who took it from there. “I’ll be back in a half hour she told me. I’ll call on my way down from the elevator.” I nodded my head yes then said “Okay Ms. Morris”. “Cindy” she said over her shoulder as she walked through the slide’n glass door to the hotel. I walked around to the driver’s side and pulled into da park’n lot designated for Limo drivers and escorts. I turned da engine off and laid my head back on the neck rest. I knew if I fell asleep now I wouldn’t want to get up. I grabbed the People’s magazine and browsed through it. Then my jaw dropped when I came to the page talk’n about “Super Model Cindy Morris”. I was like so dats who she is. She’s a got damn Super Model. I read da article on her and it talked about her childhood being tough. She was teased and called ugly come’n up. She talked about sudden stardom and how she was discovered. She talked about what she looked for in a man and that doing photo shoots aroused her sexually.
R-Riinngg, R-Riinngg, damn I musta nodded off. “Yes! Hello. “Hello Peter this is Cindy, I’m on my way down on the elevator.” “Yes, Okay Cindy I’m on my way to the front door.” “Very Well!” she said and hung up. I pulled around front just as she was walk’n out the front door. I got out and opened her door. She looked different this time as she came out. She had her hair down and had on a straw hat, sun shakes and a long sun dress with open toe sandals. I drove her to her photo shoot and let her out. There were several photographers wait’n to catch a glimpse of the Super Model as she stepped out of da car. I escorted her to da front door as the small crowd tried to detain Cindy with questions. I drove to the underground park’n spot for Limo drivers. My ride was the only car parked in the lower level park’n lot. I sat and snoozed for about 4 hours while Cindy worked da camera. I jumped as I heard a tap’n on my window. When I woke up it was Cindy Morris. “Oh.” I said. “Just open da back door.” she said. I popped da lock and Cindy climbed in and closed da door. She called me on the car phone. “Peter will you come back here for a second I need to talk to you.” She hung up. I knew she was gonna report me to my boss for sleep’n on da job. I got out and went to da back. I opened da door and it was dark in the park’n lot and in da back of da limo even wit da light on. “Yes, Cindy what can I do for you?” “Peter can you help me with this?” she asked. I still couldn’t see until I stuck my head in to see Cindy with her legs spread open and her sun dress up around her waist. She was play’n with herself and lick’n on her left nipple. “Yes, I can help you” I said close’n da car door behind me. I took off my hat and dropped it on da floor. Cindy came out of her clothes. As I took off my jacket, Cindy unbuckled my belt and pants. I raised up as she pulled them down around my ankles. I unbuttoned my shirt as she felt my chest and said ”Ooohh nice”. She went down on me; her mouth was hot and wet. Her lips were juicy and soft as she took me in and out of her mouth taking her time kiss’n and suck’n on me. I used my hand to play with her clit as she spread her legs so I could have room to work with. After she worked her magic on me I grabbed her up by her hair. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Nothing.” I said in return. I reached in my wallet and pulled out a magnum and she put it on using her mouth. I was impressed. She climbed up and gasped loud as I entered her. I thought she was gonna cry, every time she came down she let out a cry of both pleasure and pain. Once her walls opened up she was able to come all the way down. She had titties that were absolutely perfect I thought as I devoured both of them press’n them together as I kept her nipples as hard as cherries. I flipped Cindy over on to her back as she let out a little scream of surprise. Cindy wrapped her legs around me as I pounded her deep and long with everything I had. We both were sweaty now and she felt like heaven. I knew she was come’n because she was grunt’n harder and harder and grind’n harder and harder. Then came the scream of ecstasy. When I felt how warm her inner juices felt and how she was buck’n back on me I grunted as I came. Then the back door opened on both sides and camera lights flashed repeatedly. We both were too exhausted to move initially. When we realized what was happen’n it was too late. The poparottzz’ got what they wanted and took off. I got up and pulled my pants up and all I could hear was the sounds of footsteps run’ down the park’n lot. “Damn, you alright Cindy?” “Yes, I’m fine now.” she said with a smile. “I just hope we don’t be in the newspapers tomorrow.” “Yeah, I feel you on that. Should I take you to your hotel now?” “Yes, that would be fine.” she said bite’n her lower lip and smile’n. We pulled on out after I got dressed and returned to being professional. We made it on out to da hotel. I let Cindy out as she said “Thank you Pete” touch’n the side of my face. “Anytime Cindy, Anytime!” Cindy smiled as she quickly glanced over her shoulder. She sashayed on through the slide’n doors and straight to da hotel lobby. I stood there stare’n until da elevator door closed then I smiled hard as I jumped in da limo and went to pick up Mr. Marlo Little. I felt like I had an “S” on my chest.
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