Hey, how all yous doin out there. This is Tony. Antony to my nonna, but to all of yous, it's just plain ol Tony. I'm the owner of several businesses in a medium sized California town. Now some of these establishments I cannot discuss with you all but a couple I can. Like my limo business. Owning a business such as this gives me insight into many of the inner workings of the high society players in this town. Not like I needed something different to help me get dirt on people but hey it comes in handy. It also comes in handy with the sex life. Yep that's right the sex life. Not that I need extra help in that department but hey every piece of ass you can get right? Which brings me to the point of this story.
See it's prom time in my town and prom time means limos. It also means partying, horny teens wanting limos to take them to their dinners and dances. All of which leads to opportunity for people like me. Typically I do not drive my limos but hey, I'm the owner and if I wanna take one out, so be it. Prom time I always take one. Like this year.
Colleen Debassi called me up and said she wanted to book a limo for her son's senior prom. Now her son, mind you, is Trevor Debassi, star quarterback and all around stud with a scholarship to a Div. I school. He also has one of the hottest babes in town as his girl, Jeanna Conti. Jeanna, man, let me tell you, is so hot she makes the paint peel off the walls as she walks by. Excuse me while I recover. O.K. Back to Colleen's call. See she needs to book the best ride I got for Trevor's big sendoff, his last major High School event besides graduating. But Colleen, she has a slight problem. A problem I already know about but not hinting to her that I do. So I take the stretch Hummer on over to the Debassi place to have her take a look at it and see if she's gonna be up front with me on her "situation". I arrived in the middle of the afternoon to find Colleen's husband, Trevor Sr., out in front of the house clipping the hedges. The Debassi's live in one of the more upscale neighborhoods here in town and typically had landscapers doing their yard work. Although knowing what I know, it was no surprise to see Mr. Debassi out there. See, he lost his job as executive VP for one of the big telecom companies here after allegations he was screwing the help. Between you and me they were more than allegations. Let's just say that the back of a couple of my limos were where the alleged acts took place, not to mention the Motel 6 along the highway.
After I pulled up and got out Trev Sr. meets me and shakes my hand. I return the grasp and make small talk. Hell he's an alright guy just not smart about who and how he did his fucking around. No reason not to at least be civil especially with what I have in mind for how this limo booking is gonna get paid for. Colleen came out to greet me, giving her husband a sideways glance that spoke volumes to an observer of human nature such as myself. It was obvious the missus was highly pissed at the mister. Now Trev Sr., being a highly educated and fairly wealthy man, managed to marry well, at least in the looks department if not the dollar signs one. Colleen came from a fairly normal family here in town but one without a whole lotta dough. I think you're getting the drift here. She married his dollar signs and he married her hot looks. Too bad he was dippin' the wick into everything else besides his fine wife. Enough about the Debassi's an their situation.
Colleen smiles at me with that mega watt smile, framed by her auburn hair, green eyes twinkling, she takes a deep breath showing off her nice firm tits. I also can't help but notice she is in a tennis skirt that reveals all of her tanned, smooth, long legs. This was gonna be fun. She makes some small talk and then starts walking towards the limo asking questions which I readily answer, following that fine ass. She finally asks the question I was waiting for: can she take a ride. I smile and nod, opening the back door for her with a flourish, spying her pretty white thong as she raises her legs to get into the seat. My mind wonders what that pussy looks like behind that thin white cotton and I almost want to fall into it right there but I restrain myself. Before I shut the door I give her a chance to let the old man know what she's doing but she never gives him a second look. Poor schlep, she's got him by the short ones. I nod in his direction feeling only slightly sorry for him. After all, if things go as I think they will I'll be banging his wife in the back of that Hummer limo in about twenty minutes.
I hop in and start it up, driving around, showing her all the features and such, making small talk and glancing into my wink mirror as she moves around and her skirt opens giving me more shots of that great ass and hidden treasure. Finally I reach my planned destination at the regional park and slide the limo into a spot behind the maintenance shed. It's a spot that is not visible to prying eyes until you walk right up on it. Colleen is asking another set of questions about operating the DVD monitors so I come around and hop into the back with her. I fiddle with some dials and switches my mind on fiddling with Colleen. Finally she slumps into the seat with a frown. Here it comes, the big sob story.
