Day 3 in Nashville, Tennessee...
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DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!
"What the fuck?" Piper Cherry lay on her floor half nude save for the fuzzy throw left for her by her neighbors the McKellen's. Having bought an entire case of Chardonnay she imbibed a little too heavily and made it through her final night of desolation. Yawning and stretching vividly, her big, beautiful breasts reached for the ceiling, back arching until popped. Sitting up she scratches her wild mane of near bleach blond hair and just knew she appeared dreadful. Looking at her cell she heard the doorbell ring again. "I'm coming. I'm coming." She stood up and realized she was still nude but hovered at her closed front door. "Fuck me!" She hissed beneath her breath before vocalizing louder, "GIMME A MINUTE!" She yelled as a man outside returned her vigor with an equally loud, "YES, MA'AM."
Shuffling about she stepped into her main floor Master bedroom and sifted through her opened luggage for something to wear. When coming up from Atlanta she only packed light in her hurry to escape the past. One luggage had her entire life at the moment. "Nightie. Nightie. Bra. Panties. Falcon's jersey, need to toss this but it's comfy. Fuck it, even if it does have the tiny air holes in it. Freebird Mister Falcon." Slipping the jersey on it dropped to just below her hips. One wrong move it was peep show central. "Works for me." Brushing her hair as she stepped through her home to reach the front door, she opened up to blinding sunlight. "FUCK ME!"
"Ma'am?" A giant of a man with bodybuilder ambitions stood on the porch looking at her, his eyes lowering while she covered her own eyes with pinching fingers.
"Whose idea was it to turn the light on the third day? I thought it was the first. GOD!"
"Sorry Ma'am. Sunny and 90 all day they say. Good for us at least we're not moving your things in the rain."
"You're early. It's..." She looks at her cell, "Fuck you're late."
"GPS needed to be updated. Nashville is a bitch to maneuver in. The old map took us way out of our way." He eyes her jersey, "Falcon's fan I see."
"Well, I did live in Atlanta, where I rented you... big boys. Jesus! Did ARI Movers go to Muscle Beach to do their hiring?" The man laughed at her sizing his crew up. He had five other crew members within two large moving trucks. Every one of them had biceps bigger than her upper thighs. Way bigger!
"My pop owns a gym down in Atlanta." The six-foot four black man rubbed his bald scalp of sweat. "Two of the guys are my brothers. I'm Jaye, the two in tank tops are Willy and DuWhitt."
"Seriously? Willy Do It?"
"They both would." He chuckled, "We can give you time to get dressed if you need it."
"Good as it gets unless you want me in a nightie. I left Atlanta light."
"Yeah, the jersey's your best shot I'm thinking, if you want the job done by dusk. Otherwise, it might be Thursday." He laughed. It was Tuesday.
"Yeah, no! I need my bed; my back is killing me sleeping on the floor."
"Pardon my asking, why didn't you rent a hotel room? Looks like you could afford one." He scans her home outside then behind her at the interior.
"Needed my space. Besides you ever use a black light in those places? Come on... pardon the pun."
"You're a funny lady Miss Cherry. You... seem familiar are you somebody important?"
"The woman paying you to move her stuff in and set things up. Time to get busy Hercoolees, Hercoolees."
"Eddie Murphy. My man!"
"I knew you appreciated talent. You boys eat breakfast? I can order in donuts or something."
"Nice of you Ma'am. We ate, but we'll be hungry again in an hour. Comes with the steroids." He laughed.
"I get it now. Ari Movers as in RE Movers. Removers. That's classy. I really thought the company had Jewish owners. Oy Vey!"
"I'm bustin' a gut here. Stop or I'll need to use your bathroom."
"As long as your gut is all you bust."
"I wasn't thinking dirty."
"Me neither. I meant no busting my things, not a nut. Men, I swear! If you need to do that, the powder room is to our left. Need more space, being big boys, the Master bath is huge, it's toward the back of the house. Tinkle don't sprinkle."
"Unload don't explode?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't." She winks, "Fuck! I need my sunglasses." She parades right out into the yard and makes her way to her white Ford Edge using the keypad on the door to unlock it rather than going to get her key. Bending across her passenger seat to get into her center console for her shades her entire ass slipped into view. Clam nice and smiley. Gritting her teeth as she heard low level whistles, she collected her glasses and stood up. In bending the shirt rose up over her cheeks so when standing up the hem hugged her waist in back. She looked around at her movers and shrugged, "What?"
All of them puckered and shook their heads. It wasn't until she reached the porch that Jaye paused her in step, "You might want to..." He reaches over to gently pinch her shirts hem and tug it out to drop over her cheeks. Looking down between her arm to observe his deed she grit her teeth.
"Fuck me!" She growled. "Thanks! I'm so not awake yet. Too much wine has my brain on the backburner."
"Not a problem Miss Cherry. Word of advice if I may?"
"Funny. I plan on being a Counsellor. Advice is my job."
"You might want to stop saying Fuck Me so much. My crew might get ideas."
"Not if they want paid. I hired you guys; I can fire you guys. Hell, I could buy those trucks you drove in on and make you boys hitchhike home."
"No need for that. I'll keep them in line."
"Riiiight! You keep looking at my tits as it is."
"It's the screens Ma'am. No offense but I can see your nipples sticking through the lil' holes."
"Uggggggggggggh! Just start bringing things in. I'm going to go shower. My hair looks like I've been in Vegas."
"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." He chuckles.
"Why do you think I brought up the black lights earlier? Get busy I'll Grub Hub some donuts and coffee. When we get to the kitchen stuff, I'll have glasses to drink from."
"On it Miss Cherry."
"That's what I'm worried about." She razzes him with her tongue, then turns to his loitering crew who stood mesmerized by her amazing body. Long legs with ankle jewelry were sexy as fuck. Yellow toenail polish freshly painted the night before just as appealing. "Damn!" She thought looking more closely, "I think they brought their barbells with them." Every guy in her yard had an erection, shorts on each of them for comfort huge dicks dangled down legs barely covered. Turning away her eyes flared, "Wow! I'm liking this freedom. No more Mrs. Nice Liberty. Cherry up Bitch."
Wiggling away a call was made to order breakfast then she headed straight for the Master bath. Hearing laughter at her expense meant one thing. They were bragging about her. A worried smile led to a deafening sigh. Reaching into her massive shower with black tiling on two walls, all glass the rest of the shelter, she ignited her water letting it warm up. Prepared to lock her bathroom door she paused to look up over her brow directly at Jaye's brother DuWhitt carrying in a box toward her kitchen. "Dammit! Muscles are so my weakness. It's a safe bet these guys hope I tease the hell out of them. I seriously doubt Jaye would let them do anything stupid like rape me. I could be smart and lock this door, but where's the thrill in that? I came to Nashville to explore my sensuality now that I don't need to be a faithful wife any longer. Fuck!" She closes the door but leaves it unlocked.
Stripping her jersey off she tosses it over her large jacuzzi tub and steps into her shower beneath a perfectly heated waterfall. Facing the current she enjoyed the cascade, using her palms to pull back her newly wet hair until her curls disappeared. Using soft soap on her puffy purple luffa she spread suds across her entire body, it felt so good to wake up better. Nipples stabbing high she toyed with them feeling a deep arousal. "Stop that, Piper. I'm horny 24/7 as it is. I can't get too worked up around the Iron Man Triathlon out there. Breath bitch breath." Her mind was racing.
Eyelids closed to keep soap from her eyes she hears the door ease open. "Pardon me Ma'am?"
"Jaye? Do you always interrupt a woman taking her shower?"
"Sorry, Ma'am. Door Dash is here with our breakfast. I also found a box marked towels." He tried to avoid looking but his hormones said differently. His brothers behind him jumping up quietly trying to get their own glimpse of her nudity. Even behind steamed up glass they saw perfection.
"Shoot! My only other towel is in the family room. Step in and set the box on the sink. Thank you, Jaye."
"Anytime Ma'am."
"You're looking at me, aren't you?" She sighed; eyes still sealed.
"Hard not to Miss Cherry. I'll be going now."
"Be honest Jaye. How many of your crew are looking me over?"
"Ummm! All of them." That made her open her eyes and rub a porthole in the steam to peer though. Sure, enough six burley men were crowded in the doorway drooling. Jaye at least was the only one in the bathroom.
"HEY! GET BACK TO WORK. If you find a box with Toys written on it bring that in too." She giggled setting in motion a blur of activity racing away to search the truck for that particular box. Jaye had to laugh.
"Sorry! My guys can't help themselves."
"Well, they better not ask me to help."
"Gotta say Miss Cherry, you are taking our frustrations well. I said I'd keep them in line. I will."
"As long as that line isn't outside that door and there's no one calling out numbers." She laughs, "I should really stop being so flirty I guess."
"Rather you didn't Ma'am. It makes the job go by faster when there's banter."
"Uh huh!" She smirks, "Find my wardrobe while you're at it. I need real clothes once I'm done here."