(RECAP)
"I'm done talking, wanna fuck?"
Her blouse was open revealing her sweaty bare breasts. Tressie looked down at her exposed cleavage grinning crazily, then arched her back in my direction making the short halves part further. Her flat stomach and the beginnings of her hips came into view out in public.
"Come on, I wanna give you some coffee." Tressie started chuckling letting her head rock backward on her shoulders staring up at the night sky.
"BULL-SHIT!! You're gonna fuck, right?!! Fuck my thrown away pussy, right nigga?!! I DON'T WANT NO FUCKING COFFEE!! I WANT SOME DICK RIGHT NOW!!" It was dark outside but I was worried somebody would show up, more worried she might stalk off and run into some guys who would be less than discerning.
"Come on Tressie, let's go inside." She started snickering raising the bottle to her lips.
I made a play for the keys, but she was too quick jumping backwards nearly falling over. The insane grin on her flushed face and her random outbursts had me worried a neighbor or two might phone the police. I kept moving in her direction while Tressie walked backward trying to lose her blouse. Her breasts were exposed under the street lights as I rushed forward getting some of the liquid thrown in my face while she laughed.
"Yeah fuck me, COME ON BABY!!!"
Tressie fumbled with the waistband of her denim skirt beginning to shimmy out of it revealing her narrow waist and wide hips. She settled forcing and walking the material down her shapely gams exposing some black bikini panties covering her virtue.
"TRESSIE STOP!!"
I forward jostling with the inebriated woman who poured a good portion of the bottle all over my head before shoving me with all of her might. My actions ended up accidentally stripping her lower half as my right foot caught in the material causing me to faceplant on the concrete.
She ran around the back of my garage as I recovered with a handful of her dress.
"TRESSIE!!" I bolted after her half stumbling with the skirt in hand. My wrist felt twisted along with my ankle from the fall.
Tressie Fisher was standing there unmoving staring at my face, emotionless and quiet.
"Hey?" Her eyes were so wide, the pupils were tiny dots making her look crazed under the streetlights.
I found myself suddenly in a chokehold snatched backwards so that I had no leverage. Strong arms coiled about my neck tightening like an anaconda as I began to quickly lose consciousness. My vision blurred making Tressie shimmer and shift in dream-like fashion.
For that one tiny instant, I was looking into some familiar cold, unfeeling eyes; something prophetic in that microsecond.
[DARKNESS]
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MAXIMUM BADONKADONK Chapter 14
[DARKNESS]
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" She screamed.
I was tossed out before I even realized the concrete was coming up to give me a wet sloppy kiss. Luckily however you looked at it, I hit right shoulder first rolling uncontrollably for a while ending up on my stomach. I was regaining consciousness finding myself peering at the opened door from the backseat of Demon's car.
I started flopping about only to be tossed head first out of the vehicle. I was groggy from being choked out but knew I had to keep it moving first hearing the roar of the engine in the distance speeding off. I got on all fours realizing the car wasn't speeding off, but returning high beams lit in the darkness like twin balls of St. Elmo's fire.
"SHIT!!"
Somehow, I was able to start running in the opposite direction doing my best imitation of an Olympic athlete failing miserably as the Monte Carlo nearly clipped me racing in the direction I was running likely at a hundred miles or more. I ran for a ten of fifteen feet stopping abruptly as my heart lept into my throat.
They were coming back horn honking incessantly, the car bumping and hopping a bit due to its speed. I was about to become a bug on their windshield running backwards too scared to turn around. At the last moment, they veered off to the right barely missing me as I realized we were playing a horrific game of chicken, man versus car.
"OH FUCK, OH SHIT MAN!! GAWDDAMMIT!!" Even though I'd figured out the game, there was really nowhere for me to run they couldn't catch up to me in seconds. I was in a concrete basin, some elevated freeway underpass with its sides too wide to run up without getting mowed down.
Demon's Monte Carlo skidded into a loud screeching turn approaching me bobbing and weaving side to side with the high beams illuminating me in the darkness. I turned about running for my life with the hood at my back screaming for my life uncontrollably sobbing.
The Fishers weren't playing with me with the car on my ass getting me to achieve that adrenaline rush running arms outstretched in front of me. The closest houses nearby were a block and a half away, my screams would be drowned out by the sounds of the freeway above.
I figured I was done and it wasn't even my fault.
The honking of the horn got louder and louder scaring the shit out of me making me lose my footing. I tumbled over like a pile of bricks going into a fetal position. The car barreled past me screeching into a final turn as I prepared to meet my maker.
My legs were shot out, chest and stomach aflame as I tightened up into a ball praying. I squeezed my eyes shut face twisted into a mask reflecting my anguish at my pending murder. The honking horn got louder making me scream at the top of my lungs.
Then, nothing...
