"LOOK OUT!" shouted a civilian, as he walked to the corner and two cars collided into each other.
Lucky for the people involved in the crash, it wasn't a deadly crash and just a few dents in both cars.
A tall black male exited from his 2005 white BMW with his girlfriend. They approached 2003 Pontiac car, that actually collided into theirs.
"Are you ok lady?" the black man asked in a raspy voice, as he approached the driver's window.
"Yeah? I think so. I'm really sorry about this," the young Native American lady in the car apologized.
"What the hell were you thinking? Driving and talking on the cell phone at the same time? Didn't you see the red light lady?" the man said, as his voice turned to anger.
"Look. I'm very sorry. It was an important phone call and I could have sworn the light was green," the lady responded.
"What's the number to your insurance agencies?" the man's girlfriend asked.
"I don't have insurance. In fact, this isn't even my car. It's my father's car and he is going to kill me," the Native American girl said in tears, as she stepped out from the car.
"You deserve it," the black man said. "You've fucked up a brand new car. I just brought the motherfucker yesterday! My goddamn headlights need to be fixed and someone is going to pay for them. What's your father's number?"
"Please! Don't tell my father. I'll pay for the damages. I'll save up enough money from work and take care of the damages. I don't care how long it'll take," the Native American girl begged.
The black man slowly started to realize how attractive the Native American girl was. She stood about 5'7, couldn't have weighted more then 116. Long dark hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones, slightly large nose, full dark lips and a very nice hourglass figure. What got his eyes most of all were her large breasts, clad inside a tight blue sweater.
"Find out how much the headlights are going to cost and I'll pay for the damages as long as needed. Please don't tell my father," the Native American girl continued to negotiate.
"I think we can work something out," the black man said, with a large smile across his face. "What's your name?"
"Gina," the Native American girl responded, as she dried up her tears.
"My name is Craig and this is my girlfriend Pam."
"Thank you so much for wanting to negotiate something. I promise I'll pay for all the damages including to my father's car. I'm lucky he's away on business right now," Gina said, as she slowly took deep breaths to calm down.
"Where do you live Gina? I want to negotiate something as soon as possible," Craig replied.
Gina told Craig and Pam where she was staying. They agreed to meet at her place around 7-'O' clock, to finally agree on something. But of course, Craig had other things on his mind and he had enlightened his girlfriend on his idea. She was quickly to go along with it.
7-'O' clock came around and Craig and Pam arrived at Gina's apartment. They knocked on the door and Gina opened the door. She was wearing tight-fitting blue jean shorts, which showed off her thick dark brown thighs. A green top, which hung off her massive melons, showing off her smooth flat stomach and pierced bellybutton and a pair of green socks.
"Come in," Gina invited Craig and Pam.
"Thank you," the couple said, as the entered Gina's home.
Gina sat down on the couch and the couple joined her.
"Gina? We have been thinking about a way you could repay us without even paying us money. I mean, a little accident like that doesn't cost that much," Craig said, as he moved closer to Gina and pushed her dark hair off her slender shoulders.
His eyes crawled down her neck and to her chest. Craig couldn't believe the sheer size of Gina's enormous slopes, as they ballooned out from her green top. Her nipples were hard inside her shirt. Gina felt Craig's hot stinky breath traveling down her neck. Gina looked over to Craig's girlfriend Pam and caught her eyeing her breasts.
"What do you guys want?" Gina asked in a fearful voice.
Craig's large pink tongue began to slide up and down Gina's neck slowly. Craig tasted Gina's sweet fragrance and drips of sweat she started to produce.
"All I want... Is you," Craig responded.
"And what If I don't play by your rules?" Gina questioned.
"Then I guess Pam and I will have to tell your father about what happen. He might be heartbroken by his daughter's actions," Craig threatened Gina.