ROCKFORD HILLS, LOS SANTOS - MICHAEL'S HOUSE
Michael sat on the couch, flipping through TV channels. He was hungry but the thought of another glass of green juice turned his stomach. Nothing to do, yet again. The phone rang. It was Lester.
"Hey, Lester, good to hear from you bud! Whatcha got for me?"
"Michael, Michael ... you think all I ever call you about are heists and other unique criminal opportunities? I got nothing but I just wanted to make sure my favorite compromised crook isn't just sitting around getting fat, lazy and rusty."
"Fuck, man, I'm bored as hell. Amanda's always on my ass, no idea what she's doing right now. Seems all I do is sit around the house and rot these days."
"Cry a river about that to me. All I can do is scan the web for holes into the devious underbelly of this beautiful, shallow cesspool they call a dream world. Nothing going on since Boss Nina still wants you laying low after that last job."
"I get it."
"Get outside, though. Take advantage of your status as a wealthy, anonymous criminal bastard. Go do that shit they call entertainment in this town. Go for a jetski race. Jump off Mount Chilad. Find some alien spacecraft parts or play some golf. Just get your ass moving around!"
"Alright, alright. I'll do it for you."
"You are going to go drinking and then watch a movie aren't you?"
"Probably."
Michael hung up the phone and went upstairs to change clothes. Swinging open the door to his bedroom, he saw his wife Amanda spread eagled on the bed, one hand sliding across her breasts while with her other she pressed a loudly buzzing vibrator between her legs.
She looked up as he opened the door. "We still need some boundaries, babe!" She spit out as she threw the pink dildo at him, then turned away from him as if to pretend to sleep.
Michael shrugged. "Fuck my life," he thought.
He changed clothes, walked past his motionless wife, stepped over the bouncing vibrator on the floor. He headed for the door, trying to decide if he wanted to hit the bar for a couple hours, then see the new movie produced by Solomon Richards, or to go hijack an airplane. Michael was leaning pretty heavily toward going drinking.
He opened the door. A fit, crazy-looking woman was standing on the stoop about to put a letter on the ground in front of his door.
"The fuck are you doing here? Mailbox is by the street!"
"What, you think your gate can stop Mary Ann from getting over the wall? You think I got this body by laying around? I got it by discipline! Cross Training! Attitude! They say, Mary Ann, deliver messages, I deliver messages! Nothing gets in my way! Not a boyfriend, not a husband, fuck them all! Take your fucking message and stay off my ass!"
"Oh yeah, Mary Ann - I think Trevor says hi."
"Take your message and tell that psycho to choke himself with a bench press bar!"
She shoved the envelope into his hand and ran off in a random direction toward the wall surrounding his property. Mary Ann disappeared into the hedge.
"Fucking NPC's."
Michael opened the letter. It was short and to the point: "Michael, we need to meet. I did you a favor, now you do me a favor. 8pm tonight. My office. - Boss Nina."
Michael sighed, stuck the letter inside his coat pocket and went to go drinking.
STRAWBERRY, LOS SANTOS - OUTSIDE FRANKLIN'S HOUSE
Franklin walked down the street toward his house. Yet another day in the hood, same old shit. But it brightened up right before he turned in his gate - Tenisha, the lovely Tenisha, the love of Franklin's life. Tenisha was walking toward him.
"Hey girl, great to see you out today. You rolling by my crib for a reason?"
Tenisha smiled nicely but not exactly in a "I want to stop and change my plans for you" sort of way.
"Hi Franklin. No big capers to pull today?"
"Yo, Tenisha, you know I'm not about that life. Shit finds me but I want all that to be in the past, I just want to kick it with you."
"Sorry honey, but I've got my life in order. Medical school's next, moving out of this neighborhood for good and leaving all those troubles behind. You know I loved you, part of me still does but this place has its claws in you. You even moved into the hills but here you are, back again."
"Just trying to live life right and stay true to myself. I miss you, Tenisha, and I want to prove I'm the man for you."
"You've proved it already. Plenty of times." Tenisha stepped close to Franklin and grabbed his crotch, squeezing his balls and feeling the shaft of his cock instantly start to grow. She leaned closer to his ear. "This part might be the perfect man for me, I don't deny that. But it's the rest of you that doesn't work."
She released his crotch, making sure to tease his dick by tracing her fingernail along him.
"Bye now, baby."
Tenisha walked away. Franklin stood in silence watching her ass sway, swearing he wouldn't turn away until she was around the corner. Before she reached the end of the block she looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him. What a tease. Or the love of his life. Which one? Franklin felt just about every emotion run through his blood seeing her look at him like that. Did he still have a chance or what?
Franklin walked into the house, dropped heavily onto the couch and turned on the TV. Didn't take long to realize there wasn't shit on, so he grabbed the bag of weed on the table and rolled up a nice fat one. At least now that this was his house alone and his Aunt had moved out he could spend the afternoon getting fucked up in peace.
Two hits off the blunt was enough to kick it off. A little dizziness, about 10 seconds of paranoia, and the rainbows started crossing his vision. "Just right," Franklin thought.
"Man ... I'm fucked up!"
Franklin fell back to the corner of the couch. Something wasn't quite right ... right? It was dark outside now or something, like the streetlights illuminated the room. The door to the kitchen was closed ... or now there was a door that hadn't been there before. It swung open, smoke billowing from the kitchen into the living room. And out of the haze stepped Tenisha, wearing nothing but high heels and the sexiest yellow lingerie that Franklin had ever seen.
"Hey baby, I guess I do need that perfect man."
She walked over to the couch, stopped and put one foot on the coffee table (knocking over an empty beer bottle). Black heels making her shapely leg muscles pull into a perfectly sexy line. Lacy yellow thong panties that were thin enough that Franklin could see her pussy lips outlined underneath. A yellow bra with mesh cups that seemed to highlight her perfect nipples. The whole ensemble seemed to glow against her mocha skin. As she got closer Franklin saw she was also wearing a sort of thin leather bodysuit as well - straps around her thighs that connected at her waist to a ring. This was attatched to another strap that ran up her chest and between her breasts, clipping into another metal ring at the base of her neck, where another strap ran behind her neck into a leather loop.
