RECAP:
"Stop looking."
"Renee?"
She glanced over her shoulder with a smile, her symmetrical beauty made up professionally. Her normally pinned up hair was down in flowing raven tresses now intermingled with light brown highlights. It was a jarring change along with the nature of the makeup which consisted of a light base cat like smoky eyeshadow and black lipstick covering her full lips. I didn't know what to make of it as she turned facing me holding a small, thin designer purse.
Her hourglass figure was covered in a similarly glossy black Chinese mini dress with a vine and rose imprint inset. It had a high collar typical of the culture. It looked like she was smiling but I realized it was just the way her makeup was applied as her gaze made me feel small. I felt like a stranger to her in my cousin's living room.
"Oh hey cuz; we're stepping out for a concert at the pavilion; Renee loves Raheem DeVaughn, so she got a sitter."
My cousin appeared in an immaculate black suit with a glossy crimson shirt that matched Renee's dress. There was no doubt she probably bought his ensemble. Renee slightly tilted her head getting a peck on the cheek while glaring at my face. I felt a wave of emotion wash over me that I barely managed to hold at bay as Jaquan took her hand.
"Don't wait up." Renee said with an ice cold tone that made me queasy.
That queasy feeling settled in my gut as I watched the couple walk down the short flight of steps leaving me alone for a night on the town. After the heavy screen slammed shut, emotion welled up inside me nearly making me nauseous. I was instantly distraught thinking Renee Kelly completely done with me at this point.
I regretted playing that stupid prank on her best friend with every fiber of my being. I planted my camera bag on the dining room table already going through the five stages of grief. It hurt like hell that she was going back to Jaquan after all of the bullshit he'd pulled. I hunched over burying my face in my hands.
"Hey."
"Huh, what?" I looked up from my cupped hands.
Renee Kelly was standing there at the edge of the dining room with her purse.
It was still jarring seeing her in this fashion, almost frightening. I felt embarrassed, humiliated that she might've been there watching me fret like a petulant child. There was a stinging sensation at the corner of my eyes, unformed tears ready to go.
The lighting was low where she was standing which made her makeup stand out even more. She looked almost alien with the sharp angled eye shadow and equally dark lipstick on a milky pallor. She was staring at my face silent before closing the distance between us. Renee stood over me emotionless reaching down cupping my chin.
Her tongue slid into my mouth twirling sensually about as she gave me a soulful kiss for a few seconds.
It was over before it began as she turned on her heel walking back out of the house without saying another word. The heavy screen door slammed shut a second time followed by the sound of my cousin's car speeding off. My heart was thumping so hard, it felt like would burst from my chest. I was so hard, it hurt. I got my phone out calling in an unpayable debt.
"Yoli can you come over?"
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MAXIMUM BADONKADONK Ch. 03
Featuring: Shawnee Thompson a.k.a Ms. WTF?!! (34A-32-??)
Yoli Van Allen-32B-26-36 (28 years old)
Special Guest Star: Rashida Sikes a.k.a Chi Town Thunda or "Thunda" (38C-29-62 )
It was majestic.
It was stupendous.
Incredible.
There was no escaping it because it was right there in your face rising up like some inescapable monolithic juggernaut.
An immovable object, twin mountains swathed in garish magenta, covered with tufts of light fur which made it stand out surround on both sides by deep pools of darkness. The loud oppressive musical tones of GENOCIDE PART 4 by Lil Darkie filled my headphones as a Seuss inspired enigma filled the screen in letterbox aspect. It was weird, intentionally left for further examination.
Then, it moved.
This mountainous magenta colored thing moved in an instant; a thing alive. It looked like something created by Jim Henson by way of Tim Burton flopping over as if bowing to the viewing audience.
The music abruptly cut off mid-lyric.
WTF?!!
It changed.
The garish, fur covered heart was now a reddish olive colored thing of fleshy material. This single object now revealed in its component parts. Two massive ovals of concave smooth material, dual gigantic egg shapes merged with the stem revealed as two, thick shapely legs.
It only lasted five seconds.
It moved again.
The fleshy heart is back now, immobile again.
Ms. WTF appears in the same garish magenta colors, a website hyperlink underneath the big block letters.
That massive fur covered heart suddenly twerked again blinking out into thin air.
Only the name remained for a full minute along with a link that would lead you straight to Shawnee Thompson's page should you drum up the courage to click on the rabbit hole provided.
I sat at my cousin's dining room table finishing up a TIK TOK page created to draw attention to my second muse. It was a gamble that if successful, would give Shawnee some coin for a minute while I prepped all of the off the books footage I'd captured for my own personal website. I was computer savvy, but not exactly a whole geek, so it was going to take a bit of time assembling the project.
In the interim, I still wanted money coming in as I rifled through some old files from the early days after I'd started this path with one Erica Walton some time ago. It was a bit of busy work after being shocked to my core by Renee Kelly's sudden reunion with my lothario older cousin Jaquan. Some rapping at the still unlocked screen door jarred me out of my inner rumination.
"IT'S UNLOCKED, COME!!"
Yoli appeared ironically standing in the same spot occupied by Renee almost thirty minutes earlier. I'm sure Yoli would've appreciated that knowledge if I were brave enough to tell her. She was there dressed in only a red flannel long sleeved nightdress, mismatched athletic socks, and loosely fitted ankle length punk boots.
Her long, slightly lanky legs were almost birdlike sticking out from under the collared nightdress. Yoli's hair was frizzy, brownish gathered up into a bushy ponytail at the top of her hair while light adequate makeup accentuated her odd beauty.
"Stay right there, don't move." I ordered casually. She was beaming but her smile melted away to visible worry as I logged out of my laptop closing it. I sat there staring art her in my cousin's dining room taking in her countenance.
"You called, so I uhm, came right away."
"Take that night shirt off, Yoli."
Yoli reached down grabbing the hem of her nightdress as quickly as I'd spoken peeling it off like a t-shirt tossing it on the floor between us. It was double jeopardy as her body was accentuated in the low lighting. Yoli knew how to accentuate revealing a pair of black string bikini panties which she awkwardly doffed trying not to break eye contact.
Those panties were tossed on top of her clothing as well leaving the tall miscreant standing demurely in front of me shoulders and arms flexed inward, fingers interlocked in front of her bare muff. She raised one of her long legs for a second crossing it over the other watching her own feet before returning my gaze.
"Want me to take off the socks and shoes, too?" She asked timidly.
"I want you to turn around and face the wall." I was still sitting there at the dining room table like some ruler on his throne.
She turned into the wall almost wedged into it allowing me a glance at the difference maker in her long, lean model's figure. Her perfect hips shot out from a tiny waist at dual forty five degree angles. These saddlebag hips replete with acute hip dips didn't have an ounce of visible cellulite coming together to give Yoli a deflated, yet perfect looking heart shaped butt albeit two sizes smaller than Renee Kelly, her former employer, and my mentor.
Her almost jaundiced yellowish skin tone was uniform across her figure which spoke to Yoli's habit of going au 'natural in her apartment. I didn't realize my breathing had grown heavy as I got up unbuckling my belt losing my pants and underwear. My strange yet brief interaction with Renee left me extremely horny and in need of a body.
Yoli moaned upon touch as I handled her hips pressing myself into her butt, wedging it hard. I didn't know my own strength as her legs parted a little causing her to grind into the wall at an angle leaving her muff mashed into the edge. Yoli's cunt had to be parted by this action as I conducted a criminal bit of frottage before my hands shot up completely covering her small perky tits.
