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I sat back arms folded waiting for the inevitable jump cut which came without hesitation revealing all of the women laying there on their stomachs facing the camera, butts soiled. Jaquan and Andre were in the background watching visible from the chest down, just out of focus. Both of them were wearing their birthday suits as I focused on Renee's symmetrical face exclusively.
"Bye." She waved meekly as the clip ended.
It was an ending to be sure, but I wasn't satisfied.
At this point nothing was off the table when considering the machinations involved in doing so much dirt behind my back. It was humiliating, emasculating leaving me reeling emotionally for the second time as I stared at Renee's symmetrical beauty frozen on my laptop computer. I found myself wondering what her plans were knowing I'd put her on blast with Yoli's parents, the Van Allens.
In particular I was given the impression that Mrs. Van Allen would be coming for Renee like a force of nature which also meant my cousin Jaquan by proxy. Now that I knew about the matter of his forfeited parental rights, things were complicated. I withdrew Mr. Van Allen's card from my wallet but stopped short of calling him up. It was the middle of the night afterwards.
"Huh?" It was quiet in my bedroom as I heard something hitting my window.
I would've shrugged it off but it continued at my back window over my bed. I swiveled in my chair staring at the window listening. These little pings continued making me realize someone was tossing pebbles at my window. The first thing that came to mind was Renee Kelly.
I got up feeling a mixture of emotion wondering if she was back to investigate whether I'd made a copies of her content. I leaned over my bed yanking the curtain back with the intent of yelling something at her. She had to be standing in my backyard. That's what my window faced as I got the shock of my life.
Demon was standing in my backyard with a handful of pebbles that he continued tossing at my window pane.
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MAXIMUM BADONKADONK Ch. 10
Featuring: Vicky Stone -41C-38-58 (22 years old)
Special Guest Star: Charity Gilbert-38F-29-39 (19 years old)
Carlie Kelly-36C-25-36 (20 years old)
Introducing: Phoebe -34DD-26-38 (28 years old)
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My heart leapt into my throat; I was kneeling upright in my bed filling up my window frame. There was no where I could go and no way to pretend like I wasn't home. I found myself cursing Tressie Fisher his sexual whack job sister remembering that he'd delivered a cake to my home the same day we were screwing around in the basement of my mother's church. I didn't know he was her brother at the time and Vicky Stone hadn't even come into being for me.
Yet here this creature was standing in my backyard still tossing pebbles up at my window with this satanic expression on his face. He literally looked possessed in my opinion with bleached pale skin dotted with freckles, this natural domino mask of pigmentation around his eyes. The guy had a fucking widows peak for Christ's sake.
Demon smiled up at me still tossing the pebbles one by one which hit the glass right where my face was until he was done. He motioned towards the backyard pointing down to the grass wanting me to come outside. I nodded in the negative. I was relieved momentarily when he walked away until he returned with a huge stone intending to break my bedroom window.
"HEY NO, DON'T DO THAT!! I'M COMING OUT!!" The motherfucker was already ready to pitch that rock at my face but stopped on a dime with this evil looking smile. He actually had the nerve to juggle the large rock instead as I waved off getting out of my bed.
"Ugly Freddy Krueger motherfucker' I ain't going out without a fight." I figured Vicky Stone sent him to beat me up for the perceived slight fueled by Renee's betrayal. I wasn't going out without a fight drawing a Louisville slugger from my closet.
I was done getting my ass kicked and Demon was gonna eat some wood. Also I was worried he might pop up when my mother was home. Carefully unlocking the door, I went out onto the porch peering around the corner of my house from the steps. Demon wasn't there, but I couldn't directly see into the backyard chaffing at the thought of walking back there and finding out.
"Hey, we got beef?" His voice came a distance away behind me. I turned finding Demon standing just outside of the hedges at the front of my house.
"Uh, huh?" I gulped and swallowed as he stood there still smiling evilly. I came to realize he wasn't so much smiling instead grimacing. It was the default expression on his face as he stepped out in front of my steps.
"What's up with the bat; is that really what you wanna bring to a gun fight nigga?" Demon was wearing a vintage members only jacket flannel shirt, jeans, and chucks. He opened the side of his jacket revealing what looked like a magnum in his waistline.
"Uhm, sorry." He was far enough that I could never reach him without taking a few bullets for my troubles.
"Man, put that shit back in your house and come around to the side." He lingered watching as I cautiously put the bat inside my doorway knowing he still had the drop on me.
I pulled the door up leaving it slightly ajar meeting him on the sidewalk at the side of my home. It felt like I was coming to a western shootout finding Demon standing in the middle of the pavement glaring at me. He raised a hand stopping me in my tracks keeping a little over five feet between us. I wished I could stop my right leg from trembling hoping he wouldn't notice.
"You hooked up with my sister Tressie, right?"
"Uh, yeah." I didn't know whether he'd spoke with his loopy, troubled sister also figuring Vicky snitched on me out of spite.
"She tell you about that motherfucking Pastor Grey?" His thumbs were buried in his waistline.
"Uh, I don't think so."
"Don't be that way little nigga; I could've plugged you a few times when you came out with that baseball bat come on, be honest." My heart started thumping hard in my chest thinking he was here to kill me for knowing too much.
"She told me a lot of stuff; I didn't believe her man." I figured my answer was middle of the road.
"Right, you keep that line of thought bruh. Look man, sometimes you gotta get dirty to get justice. I care about my sister, but she's got some issues. I'm sure you'd do anything to protect your mom, right?" It sounded like a threat.
"Hey man, don't do that shit; I fucked your sister and your girlfriend, I heard some shit, but don't fuck around with me about my mother. Just shoot me then, nigga."
There was no way I was taking another threat or even listening to this guy I'd never spoken to before.
"See, you understand me." Demon replied.
"So what." I countered meaning it despite the fact that he was armed.
"Hey man chill the fuck out, it's not that kind of situation; no hard feelings and I even brought you a peace offering."
Before I could say anything else stupid, Demon turned around walking down the sidewalk to his waiting Monte Carlo. He left the radio and high beams on, probably thinking the extra illumination would help him get the drop on me.
He walked to the passenger side of his car with his back to me leaving me momentarily wondering if I should bolt back to the house and lock myself inside. There was some mute whispering in dual harsh tones before Demon surprised me by whipping his belt out of his pants doubling it over his fist towards the passenger side of the car. He tried to yank the door open but found strong resistance as the door slammed two times with a loud heavy thud.
"GET YOUR TRASH ASS OUTTA MY RIDE BITCH!!" Demon snatched Vicky Stone from the front seat of his car with enough momentum to send her careening into my backyard fence. She had to use her hands to stop herself as Demon got behind the wheel.
"PUNK BITCH!!" She yelled back.
Instead of driving off, Demon got out of his car staring at her for a few minutes. He power walked over to Vicky turning her facing the fence laying in several swats from his belt across her big, jiggly butt until she was sobbing. He motioned towards me with the belt walking back to his vehicle speeding off into the night leaving us alone on the street. She favored her butt still wearing the outfit from earlier in the day at the park.
"Fuck you looking at, huh?"
"Good night."
"YEAH WELL, YOU BETTER RUN BEFORE I KICK OFF IN YOUR ASS!! YOU WALKING AWAY FROM ME?!!" Vicky was just making herself crazy at this point. I'd walked about two feet when she started bounding towards me with criminal intent. She stopped short when I turned back fist raised.
"Don't."
"OH YOU GONNA FIGHT ME?!!" Vicky looked crazed and surprised at the same time.
"I'm not taking another ass whipping today; You beat me up today and that's all you're getting Vicky. So yeah, I'll fight you if I have to because I'm not taking any more shit today." We stared at one another, her probably sizing me up and as suspected, Vicky got her fists up in a boxer's stance.
She came right at me like a raging bull barely giving me a second to get my hand up. She tried two glancing rabbit punches with her left hand, but I managed to bat them away angering her enough to come at me with a right. It glanced off my cheek as I pivoted unintentionally going into a boxer's stance as well. Both of us were doing this sort of bouncing dance of sorts spinning about on the sidewalk eyes locked on each other.
Vicky came in with an attempted roundhouse right but I got out of the way giving her a rough shove in the chest. This woman was thick and strong as a bull. I barely moved her but continued bopping and moving trying to stay off to her side. Her palm shot in swiping my nose, but I managed to make it collateral damage shoving her in the forehead.
"YOU SAID YOU'RE GONNA FIGHT; THEN KNUCKLE UP!!" She wanted some action and I suspected she might be somewhat three sheets to the wind from the look of her face. Vicky's features were flushed, eyes a bit reddened but that could have been from the public butt whipping Demon just gave her.
"YOU KNUCKLE UP; YOU'RE THE ONE ALWAYS HITTING PEOPLE!!" I shot back slapping away two more attempts on her part to rock and sock me. We were being utterly ridiculous dancing about in front of one another beside my house.
"YOU DESERVED IT!!" I barely ducked as that trusty big right hand just grazed the top of my head.
"BITCH, THE FIRST TIME WE MET, WE HAD A THREESOME; OR DID YOU FORGET THAT SHIT ALONG WITH YOUR FUCKING PANTIES?!!" We went back and forth doing this side to side stutter step as she closed the distance between us taking away the advantage of my reach.
"Oh, yeah that's right." Vicky stopped abruptly standing in front of me as if someone pulled her plug.
"I'm sure Tressie told your ass about what we were doing in the church basement, right Vicky?" I kept it moving slowing down a bit.
"Tressie's a freak; so uhm, you were REALLY FILMING YOURSELF with other girls, huh?!!" It seemed like a lightbulb came on over her head as I stopped moving looking at her profile.
