Standing in the shower my head pressing against the wall…enjoying the cooling sensation of the tiles, as perfectly tempered water compared to the tepid water of prison runs through my hair and down my body, running my right hand through my hair catching my fingers on knots and split ends making me wince.
'Should have grabbed a set of hair trimmers.' I express in my head and become alert as I hear the door to the bathroom open and the shower curtain rustle from a wave of fresh cool air,, my instincts honed inside of the joint drive me to snap into action.
Ripping open the shower curtain, using that momentum to carry me out of the shower, I grab the person who had snuck into my bathroom by their throat, slamming them against the tile wall of the bathroom.
Feeling small soft hands clawing at my arm pulls me out of my zone…and I see a beautiful blonde bombshell of a woman in her early twenties, which causes me to ease up on my gripping of her throat but not release it entirely…looking her over finding that she is wearing a sexy black mesh one piece bodice and stiletto heels.
"You the girl Gemma sent for me?" I ask her as I bring my left hand up and squeeze her left breast appreciating the heft, and firm…perkiness that Gemma's had lacked.
'Isn't this Lyla…Opie's future wife?' I wonder as the young woman seems to enjoy my inspective touch of her breast, as she nods her head yes.
"I'm going to give you this warning and it might just save your life one day, Don't ever sneak up on a guy who's just got out of prison…after doing hard time…" I tell the woman as I inspect the goods.
'Yip…this has to be Lyla…she…looks too much like Winter Ave Zoli not to be… I should do everything I can to ensure Donna doesn't get killed….' I decide that I'm right on the identity of this young woman and finally let go of her neck, moving my right hand that had been around her throat, down her neck in a light touch to her right tit while my left goes to her ass and I pick her up and bring her into the shower with me.
"S-sorry…I should have knocked. The old lady…Genma told me to be careful…but I didn't listen…thought she was joking…" Layla says softly as her eyes start to clear up and I press her against the shower wall.
"Hmm…You should always knock and wait for a member to tell you to come in before entering a member's room." I continue to pass along some knowledge to her, that may well just save her life, as I move my hands and slide the straps of her one piece bodice down her shoulders keeping my touches light, while leaning in to kiss along her neck…slowly sliding her bodice down exposing her perky full breasts.
"I'll remember that for next time." She gasps softly while I continue to kiss down her neck reaching her exposed breasts taking her right nipple in between my lips while my other hand slides down the smooth plane of her abdomen and into what remains of her bodice that loosely clings to her navel.
Running my fingers along her tight lower lips feeling the warm wetness of her arousal against my fingers.
"You don't have to fake it for me." I struggle to speak through a mouth full of her nipple, as she lets soft breathy moans.
"I-I'm not…my videos are fake, I'm enjoying this." She gasps out as I place a bit of emphasis on teasing her clit with my thumb as my middle finger continues to stimulate her lips.
Releasing her nipple, continuing my track downwards trailing kisses along the way, as I move both of my hands to grip the mesh material of her bodice as I come to rest on my knees.
"When was the last time you had a man down here?" I ask her as she lifts one leg at a time stepping out of the piece of fabric, throwing the worthless drenched piece of fabric out of the shower hearing a wet slap against the wall.
"Na-not for a while…lesbian p-porn!" Layla gasps as I plunge two fingers into her sopping warm sex.
I place a kiss against her thinly trimmed bush, "Are you sure…you haven't had anyone in here…anybody pump their cum inside here today?" I ask her not that I am worried about stds, porn studios are usually pretty rigorous in their testing but I'm definitely unwilling to eat out another guy's jizz.
"No, I'm clean." She moaned softly as I slid my finger inside of her.
"Promise…I'd hate to have to bruise the merchandise if I find out you're lying to me." I say while pressing my lips against her clit tentatively licking her avoiding my fingers before manuverning my tongue in soft slow circles, while curling my fingers that are working in and out of her already squelching sex to increase the stimulation of her silken walls.
"Oh oh yes mmm…I promise…please more!" Lyla moans beggingly and though I'm no expert it sounds real to me especially with the way her body is reacting, the undulating of her belly…the tightening or her silken walls, as her hands thread through my hair and pulls me tighter against her while she starts grinding herself against me her fingers clenching my hair tightly.
Continuing to lavish her insides and clit with my attention while sliding my left hand up and down her body, massaging and molding her tit flesh, before sliding back down her body to cup her toned perky ass.
I can tell her orgasm is fast approaching from the way her whole body is trembling and her grinding has grown more frantic and desperate.
Replacing my fingers with my tongue and stimulating her clit with my wet and sticky fingers, "AHHH!!!" A high pitched shout tears out of Layla while a spray of her pleasure explodes out of her and she coats my tongue with her sticky girl and her knees turn to jelly.
"Was that fake?" I teasingly ask Lyla as I trail my way upwards and return to towering over, resting my hands on her hips before sliding them to her ass and picking her up pressing her against the wall pressing the head of my engorged cock against her entrance.
"Mmm, very…very real." Lyla moans as I push myself into her warm, tight, wet cunt…in one punishing thrust that makes her ass cheeks clap against the wall.
"Fuck! So fucking big!" Lyla curses as her voice becomes breathless.
"Don't tell me the sexy little porn slut can't take big cocks? Be sure to tell that old lady how good…I'am at eating pussy in explicit detail." I tease Lyla and begin pounding in and out of her pussy making the wall vibrate with every thrust.
"Oh-oh-oh-yes-yes-yes!" Lyla's voice echoes around the room, as her nails claw at my back and her legs are clenched tightly around my waist.
I feel that tingle in my balls and keep pounding in and out of Lyla as she experiences another squirting orgasm, pumping thick rope after rope deep inside of her never ceasing in my in and out wards thrusts as I continue to spray ropes into her enjoying the agonized joyful screams of pleasure that tear out of her.
Lyla and I rest our heads on each other's shoulders as we catch our breaths… "H-how are you still hard?" She asks me a small bit of fear lacing her voice.
"I've got a lot of years to make up for." I reply while chuckling as I turn off the water and carry her to the bed enjoying the squeals she makes with every step.
Being mindful of the antique box holding the Tailsmans I don't throw Lyla onto the bed instead l lay us down together and continue fucking her sticking to a soft and slow round this time as I move the box to the floor with a free hand.
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"You can spend the night here if you don't have to be anywhere." I say to Lyla while finishing off my last deposit in her cunt and deliver a firm smack to her ass that makes her moan in her delirious blissed out state…caused by me using her body for a four hour fuck a thon that left her pussy and asshole gaping while oozing cum…
"M-my s-son I should go." Lyla murmurs in a dazed and horsley groan..the hoarseness from when I treated her mouth and throat like they were her pussy or ass as I slowly lifted abused cunt upwards on my semi-erect cock…only to slam her back, making a strangled cry of pain and pleasure rip out of her throat.
"I was pretending to be considerate before you'll stay until I'm done with you." I murmur into her ear and her walls tighten around me, while I slowly start sliding her up and down my length bringing myself back to full hardness.
"NOO PLEASE NO MORRREEE-YE-SSSS!" Lyla cries out again as she comes for probably the 17th time since we started last night.
Seeing the sunlight creeping across, 'Wow…fucked her all night long.' I internally express, as I look over at the clock on my dresser seeing it read 4:15 am, sighing while still feeling horny and ready to go, but I decide to give Lyla's exhausted and abused body a break.
Pulling out of and dropping onto the wet soggy bed beside Lyla…and hearing her release an exhausted delirious sigh in both relief and satisfaction.
Smirking as I get out of bed padding over to my dresser and opening the top left drawer pushing aside the clothing filling the drawer, lifting up the false bottom.
Revealing a stealth safe with a pin code, typing the code in revealing personal documents, a strayer-voigt infinity 45.acp. a
Kabar knife, and 10 grand in a bank band.
Pulling my Kabar knife from my dresser drawer and then shutting and engaging the locking mechanism before walking to the bathroom.
'I'm gonna miss these luscious locks.' I mentally sigh, while stroking my beard and setting the Kabar down on the sink to run my hand through my hair, wincing as my fingers catch on knots and split ends.
"Goodbye my old friend." I murmur t
while grabbing a fistful of my beard hair with my left hand and cutting it off just below my fist with a fast slash, the knife cuts through the hair like it was never even there.
'Gonna have to thank Gemma properly for the welcome home gift…both of them… and for not interrupting my fun time to fix her window.." I sigh internally, while every swipe of my knife reveals more and more of my face, getting my beard down to a neat look, and then using the blade to give myself a clean shave…wishing I had some shavings cream…admiring my handsome face in the mirror for a minute or two before starting in on my hair only trimming it down to a respectable length.
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"How'd it go with Vince?" Clay asks Gemma though she makes a gesture for him to wait while she sends one hot piece of ass upstairs for Vince, Clay can't help himself from looking her over…there's always been a tension between her and Vincent close enough to be a son but..but also not at the same time, he'd seen the hungry gazes that the two would give one another…and maybe they never notice it themselves but he did after all he used to look a Gemma like that when she was John's woman.
Shaking off his thought of infidelity as he notices wife's appearance unchanged from when she brought Vince home, makes Clay unconsciously release the tension in his body that he didn't even know about.
Gemma enters the room and Clay can tell she's a bit shaken.
"I told him about that piece of shit and his blackmail…but you know how Vince is, he doesn't let threats go he'll hunt down the blackmail and then that bastard, and before he kills him he'll torture him to make sure he's got it all and then he'll destroy everything that could harm us and the club…but Clay he knows we're hiding something…I trust Vincent more than almost anyone…I know he won't talk…about what he learns…" Gemma says in worry as she rests her head against Clay's shoulder in part because she feels like something is off about Vince, something she couldn't quite place…and it wasn't just some existential crisis leading to him wanting to go Nomad.
"What about him going Nomad, how do you feel about it my love?" Clay asks as he lets the vulnerability he's feeling show in his voice and the way he hugs his wife.
"I don't know Clay…" Gemma releases a long sigh.
"I didn't bring it up with him…but…maybe it'd be for the best he needs time to adapt to life on the outside again, and just because he goes Nomad doesn't mean he won't be here for us when we need him…I think it would be best for us and the club to support him, and it would give him the anonymity he needs to hunt that piece of shit down." Gemma continues with some caution leaking into her voice…while her mind drifts to her time with Vince in his apartment and though she's no shrink she got a feel for his mental health on a level deeper than in the car especially after bringing up Melissa.
Clay hums softly as he sits in his chair pulling Gemma with him.
"If he got the heat on him it'd give us plausible deniability with Kellen." Clay mumbles as he rests his chin against Gemma's head while feeling the weight of his crown…or rather cut more so now than he has in awhile.
"Those Irish bastards are crazy Clay if father Kellen ever finds out what really happened to his daughter…"
"That problem is buried Gem, besides if Kellen cared about his grandson…Vince wouldn't be here…"
"You're right…Clay…but I sometimes worry…she was mine…I took that boy's mother from him…even if she was a druggie whore."
"You were there for him Gemma…he had a better life because of what you did for him, don't ever doubt that he loves you."
"I know he loves me Clay…bring, bring up Vince going Nomad at Church tomorrow, but do it gently…feel him out he may have changed his mind about needing some time for himself by then." Gemma murmurs as she snuggles into Clay's chest while feeling incredibly vulnerable which is something she isn't used to feeling often…especially as the feeling of cum staining her panties fills her with guilt.
Clay let's out an explosive sigh before laughing.
"When has that kid ever changed his mind?" Clay jokes in an exasperated tone of voice.
"Never." Gemma laughs while heartedly.
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Finally, finishing up with cutting my hair making myself look more presentable, before glancing up to the patch of wall above the door where there's a dial clock seeing that it reads 4:39.
Sniffing the air smelling the stank of pussy, sweat and cum…I decide to climb into the shower and wash away the stank...of skank.
Just as I'm mid way through lathering up my body and hair with soap I hear a shy and weak knock on the bathroom door.
"Mind if I take a shower? I really need to get home to my son." Lyla asks me in a weak and hoarse sounding voice from the doorway.
"Sure there's plenty of room." I reply to Lyla unable to wipe the smirk off my face as she stumbles into the room with a bow legged gait, using the wall and sink vanity for support…only to nearly fall on her face just as she reaches the shower only for me to catch her with an arm around her midsection, feeling a bit of pride as I lift her into the shower and press her face first against the wall off the shower putting my hands on her hips holding her steady as I push into her puffy, red abused slit.
"Please nooo, I'm sore, all over I can hardly feel my lower body." Lyla whimpers even as she splays her fingers out on the wall to help support herself and pushes her ass back against me making me smirk.
Her silken walls squeeze tightly around me, "You say one thing but your slutty body says another." I tease as I start sliding my cock in and out of her nice and slow like, while leaning forward to kiss her hickey covered neck.
"Noo." Lyla moans, making me laugh as I slide my hands up along her body cupping both of her full breasts in my big hands loving the way her body trembles at my touch.
"Shush, you know you want more slut!" I shush Lyla while continuing to slowly fuck her sloppy abused pussy.
'She has a son right…bet he's worried about his pornstar mommy…for now but once other kids find out what his mommy does…R.O.B help that kid.'
"Do you have a ride home?" I find myself asking Lyla while taking a hand off of her left breast and grabbing the body wash bottle from the shelf inside of the shower using my thumb to pop the top and proceeding to squirt a large amount of the soap onto her back.
Setting the bottle back up on the shelf and moving my hand back to lyla's back and begin rubbing the soap along her back and shoulders.
Lyla moans and arches her back into my touch.
"Nnn, th-that feels so good…I-I rode with one of the girls. I'll just wake her up to take me back." Lyla moans softly as she starts grinding my cock inside of herself.
"I doubt any of them are going to be in any shape to drive you this early…the party only ended a few hours ago. I'll take you home or call you a cab if you aren't comfortable with that." I find myself saying to her softly before picking up my cock 's sedate in and out pace of her sloppy abused cunt.
"Fuck." Lyla moans as I lather the soap all over our bodies while pumping in and out of her pussy, now running both my hands along her body so soaping her up would be faster.
"How old is your son?" I ask Lyla as my right hand cups and molds her firm and full feeling breasts, while my left hand slides down the smooth plain of her abdomen.
"Tw-twoo years th-this Saturday." Lyla moans while starting to vigorously throw her ass back at me as I fuck her pussy for the last time.
'Wow, he's pretty young…'
"Kids are cute at that age…but still a lot of work…you know as he gets older he's going to start learning about you and your career path, he'll never be able to trust his friends because all of them will want to bang you, some kids will cruelly bully him,..all because they even more than anything else they'll be jealous and think maybe by bullying him they can get your attention…they'll all want to bang his hot, and sexy pornstar mommy…but the worst for him will be the parents…the mothers and the fathers they will probably be the ones to say and do all sorts of horrible shit to your son." I tell her calmly while feeling her inner walls clench and spasm around my cock as she comes and I decide to join her and release the tension in my balls.
"AAHHH FUCK ! ! !" Layla cries out as she somehow still has enough liquid left in her body to sustain a squirting orgasm.
'Seriously…did hearing how bad her son might have it make you cum so hard or am I just that good?' I wonder as my hand continues to stimulate her clit as I fuck the last bit of cum out of my balls into her pussy while slowly pulling out and begining to soap myself up again as Lyla slowly slides to the floor with a spasming/trembling body.
Smirking as I washed the soap off of my body and the shampoo out of my hair my head tilted down so I can looked at lyla seeing her down on the floor in a trembling puddle small spouts of thick creamy viscous fluid slowly puffing out from between her legs before being washed away by the hot water.
'Damn she looks so sexy with her eyes partially rolled back up into her head like that…If I had one of those hentai systems it'd probably be tellin me right bout now that mind break has been achieved plus 1,000 hentai points.' I say in my head finding myself amusing while I start pissing on Lyla, not even jostling her out of her Cloud 9 state.
"Come on, pornstar snap out of it." I groan as hunch down and out of impatience start lightly smacking the cheeks of her face to help her pull out of her haze.
"Hmm?" Lyla Hummingly moans as she flutters her eyes open, slowly coming back down to earth.
"Get yourself cleaned up." I command her as I step out of the shower after giving my cock and legs a bit scrub…smirking deviously as I reach back into the shower and turn the water temperature down to cold which makes Lyla squeakily squeal and jump to her feet an expletive hurled at me but I was already on my way out of the bathroom and using the towel from yesterday to dry off.
I laugh while drying myself off, deciding that I'm dry enough. I throw the towel towards the bathroom for Lyla to use and move to my dresser and start putting on the clothes that had been left out for me to put on and join the party.
Pulling open the dresser drawer that has the false bottom that conceals my lockbox, lifting up said false bottom, I type in my combination and take out my crisp stack of bills and my custom Infinity 1911 that looks like the gun used by Agents of the Company on Hero's.
Grabbing my cut, sliding my sidearm into the built-in holster on the inside of the heavy, padded and slightly armored article of clothing before pulling it on, then walking back into the bathroom, to find Lyla near crying as she tries to wash my cum out of her cunt.
"You're better off getting one of those turkey baster vaginal flush things than doing that." I say to her as I bend over and pluck the towel from the floor and proceed to hang it up on the towel bar.
Shaking my head at Lyla lets out a put out whimper as I walk back into the main part of my room and start looking through the cupboards of the kitchenette area, finding them stocked with essential bachelor food items, such as bread, peanut butter, marshmallow fluff, boxes of Mac and Cheese both powdered cheese and liquid cheese kinda, along with ramen noodle packages and cups...plus various candies and junk foods.
'Damn...I love that woman...' I honestly confess in my mind knowing Gemma was the one that stocked these cupboards with all my favorite foods.
Pulling out the bread, fluff and peanut butter I quickly make myself a peanut butter/fluff sandwich, and head to the fridge pulling it open finding it stocked with beer bottles and cans of Barq's and bottles of Mug's root beer, I grab a bottle of beer out of the fridge to help wash down the bite of sandwich I take from it, finding that the beer itself is some off brand swill instead of a mainstream mainbrand beer.
Popping the top off of the bottle and taking a sip of it, I find that it tastes like Budweiser.
'Ehh, would have preferred Yuengling…but this is good enough for union work…' I internally joke while inspecting the label finding that I don't recognize the brand from either of my lives.
Just as I finish off my sandwich and beer Lyla walks into the room on unsteady feet using anything she can to support herself…back to wearing her one piece black mesh bodice while carrying her heels in her left hand.
"Do you have…a shirt that I can wear over top of this…?" lyla' asks me and before I can answer she tries to explain why she only wore that sexy little number here.
"I didn't know that this would be an all night thing…I really didn't even expect to have sex…I should have asked Luann…more about what was expected of me…" Lyla expresses while hugging her arms around her stomach and looks at her feet.
"I should have brought a coat…but Luann told us all to dress sexy and not wear anything extra." Lyla continues to speak while looking at the floor, her voice growing a bit timid and I arch an eyebrow as I sit down on my faded green lazy boy recliner.
"The wardrobe should have something left behind by my ex-Melissa…" I reply to Lyla making her look up at me as I point a finger to a standing wardrobe…
"Thanks…" Lyla murmurs…and I start to get this funny feeling that I might have been setup…but damned if the view of the way the piece of this fabric at her ass didn't look like a thong and hold most of my attention as Lyla bends over while searching my wardrobe for something to wear and finally after a few minutes of looking pulls out a sweatshirt and a pair of stretchy yoga pants.
"Is it okay if I wear these?" Lyla asks me while holding up the black sweat shirt and neon pink yoga pants.
"Yup, go ahead…strip that thing off and put them on." I reply to her with a smirk while leaning back in my chair with my eyes glued to her, Lyla gulps and gives me a tentative smile as she slowly steps away from her discarded heels and bends down to set the set of clothes on the floor.
Slowly standing back up she begins to sensually strip the one piece mesh bodice off of her body…
"Thank you." Lyla replies to me with a sweet smile on her face while slowly showing off her sensual body…which makes me want to use her for a couple more hours…but I shake that instinct off.
And enjoy the show…the production she makes of getting dressed…now fully dressed Lyla turns around and bends over showing off her sexy ass to me as she picks up her heels and bodice…
"Come on, let's get you home to your son…you can leave those for the next time you come to take care of me.." I say to Lyla and a shudder runs through her body while I walk over to her and offer her my arm since it was obvious during her little show that…she is struggling just to stay on her feet.
"That is if you want to…" I chuckle at Lyla's shocked and uncertain expression warping her pretty face.
"I-I do…my time with you has been amazing…after having my son...i was afraid to have sex...with a man again...but after last night...i think you ruined sex for me with anyone but you." Lyla murmurs softly as she leans against me.
"If that's the case…I'd prefer something of an exclusive deal between us…that means no other men for you…only me…even at work…don't worry I'll talk to Luann about it…" I say to Lyla who nods in agreement and understanding as we walk through the clubhouse stepping over bodies of passed out brother's, crow eaters, pornstars and the occasional puddles of puke, piss…and maybe cum…
Exiting the clubhouse leading Lyla over to the van the club uses for pretty much every illegal activity they do even though it's tied to the shop…yeah not the brightest move…
Coming to the passenger side door I open it for Lyla…now…this is a blacked out Chevy Express work van…not exactly the type of vehicle an attractive woman would usually willing get into, but once the door was open for her Lyla climbed right up inside without any protest or discontent, and shut the door for herself, while I began walking around to the driver's side, I get inside and feel a bit thankful that the keys are kept in the ignition.
Pushing the gate button which is like the opener on a garage door I pull up to the street look both ways and pull out of the yard and hit the gate close button…on the clicker.
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…20 minutes later we pull up in front of the apartment building owned by Kara Kara studios that Lyla and her son live in with the rest of the female talent.
"Umm…so I really enjoyed last night and I'm totally on board with being exclusive to you…I was wondering if I could get your number." Lyla asks me without a hint of shyness…and desperation to be loved in her voice.
"Look...when I said exclusive I meant for you to be exclusive to me but not for me to be exclusive to you…if you're good with that we can enter into this arrangement…I don't have a cell number to give you at the moment…but that will be rectified…soon" I explain to Lyla as simply and to the point as I can without being outright mean or combative while I pull out my bank banded bills of 10k and count out around 2,500 dollars.
"What's this for?" Lyla asks me her voice hiding some wounded feelings…sadness but also acceptance.
"In case you end up needing an abortion…it's your choice whether to get one or not but I'm not father material…as well as some extra money to pay your sitter for not coming home last night…hopefully they didn't call CPS on you and abandon the kid…Now if you wouldn't mind..I have some places to be…and I'm sure you're son is missing you terribly.. especially being so young…" I told her while reaching over and pulling the lever opening the door.
"My sister wouldn't do that…and I…I understand…I don't think I'd ever be able to satisfy you if last night was any indication on your usual stamina…thank you for this Luann pays well but…I still struggle to make ends meet since I don't take dick…anyways I'll write down my number for you…" Lyla quickly shoots down her sister abandoning her son, before accepting even reasoning that she can't handle my desires alone…
'They really keep notepads and pens with the cover business name and address on them just under the radio…like that fucking butt monkeys…the lot of them…it's probably a waste giving that money to her…and trying to set up an exclusivity bargin with her…but I wanna keep my options open…'
"Here's my number…Thanks for the ride home…and for making me feel beautiful and wanted again!" Lyla says while moving like a speedster kisses my cheek and then moves to get out of the van nearly falling but catching herself with the door.
"Bye!" Lyla says as she waves goodbye to me and slams the door shut…while beginning to hobble her way up the sidewalk path to her apartment building.
Shrugging I take my foot off the brake pedal and begin to drive away not really feeling much of anything over seeing her go.
"Heh, even if I don't keep a fucking her there's really no sweat off my back…and her having a kid and being professional cock jockey…aren't really attractive to me…I'll just have to ask Gemma to have Luann keep an eye out, if she does get pregnant and doesn't get rid of it I'll have to take steps…" I murmur…
'You really gonna kill her and your unborn child if she refuses to do the right thing and abort…after you told her it was her choice?' I internally berate myself and shake my head no.
'No…no I won't hurt her or my kid but I definitely won't let my kid grow up in that kind of environment either…a mother that's basically no better than a prostitute other than the fact the whole world gets to see her fucked on video.' I internally reassure myself while massaging the bridge of my nose with my fore and index finger temple as I start driving to the McDonald's we passed on the way to Lyla's apartment.
Pulling into the drive-thru…the smell of fryer grease making my stomach rumble with hunger…the only problem is that I'm currently stuck behind twenty other cars.
…
"Come on already." I growl and honk the horn at the woman in front of me in line who'd already put in her order and could pull forward but was just sitting there texting on her cellphone.
"This fucking cunt!" I curse as my left hand starts to reach for the 45.acp concealed underneath my cut…but at the realization at what I'm doing I move my hand back to the steering wheel.
"Calm down bro…" I murmur while turning on the radio and tuning into a country station.
'You…know that's another thing about this universe that is weird…besides the Talismans and Tarakudo's mask…how come some tech is a lot further along than it should be…even some of the cars I've seen like Gemma's Cadillac shouldn't come out until 08-09 yet they're already out.' I wonder…even though it's kinda dumb of me to try and compare this world's timeline for things and events to my old world.
Suddenly a horn from behind me sounds and I'm pulled from my thoughts.
"Finally!" I exclaim noticing that the dumb bitch has finally pulled forward, and is flipping me off over her shoulder.
'Maybe I should shoot that cunt…'
"Right back at you THOT!" I shout while pulling up to the order kiosk.
"I'm sorry sir, what was that?" A young feminine sounding voice asks me.
Taking a startled breath in..
"Ahh, it is nothing…sorry…I need thirty steak egg and cheese bagel sandwiches, twenty sausage egg Mcgriddles with cheese, twenty egg McMuffins, and sixty hash browns along with twenty assorted large beverages." I tell the woman taking my order who repeats the order back to me and actually has it right.
"Okay sir your total is $427.96, please pull forward to the first window to pay for your order, then pull up to the parking lane on the side of the building and we'll bring your order out to you as soon as it's done." The woman sounds young but stern as she informs me what to do.
"Thanks." I say to her and pull forward, finding that it is a young red haired woman with a…pretty face maybe 16 or 18 years old and she is pretty cute.
'Holy Shit, she looks like Bella Thorne!' I internally exclaim.
"H-Hi…cash or card?!" The Bella look-alike stutters at first as her cheeks develop a bit of a pink glow to them.
"Cash, keep the change as a tip…" I reply to her while handing her five hundred dollar bills.
"Really…?!"
"Yes, really." I reply back to her with an honest smile tugging at my lips.
"Thank you so much!" The young woman cheers slightly and cashes me out and hands me the receipt…though not before jotting down her phone number on the back of it.
"Sure thing beautiful." I reply to her with a smirk enjoying the way she blushes in response to my light flirting.
'Hot girls don't blush for guys in predator vans…or give them their phone numbers!' I exclaim in my mind.
Parking in a parking spot at the front of the building I start to think over everything that's happened…from waking up here, fucking not one but two gorgeous women…and getting a good response from a third to the Mystical items…my attention being drawn to the mark on my forearm.
'I wonder how…I command my…Ninja Khan?' I ask in my mind and like the question is a trigger the darkness in the back of the van begins to move and coscale into ten greyish-blue skinned beings that have glowing red eyes…and are wearing black ninja yoroi suits with dark red and blue accents that cover most of their body's and face's.
{We answer your call Master} a voice…voices an impression…illusively whispers in the back of my mind as the Ninja Khan salute and prostrate themselves before me.
{Go…my army, secure me wealth, weapons, vehicles and a place to secure them.} I command and I feel the knowledge of the things I want being passed onto my ninja forces.
{It shall be done Master} the same illusive reply came to me as the Ninjas melted back into the shadows.
'Damn…I got lucky as fuck to get control over a Shadow creature army!'