"I need to know you can go the distance; we need to be on the same page from here on out. So, is this path a go or not for you?"
"What are you getting out of this?"
"That's not important for you; are you ready to take another slice of humble pie to those snotty bitches or not?" Her voice changed sounding strained and intense as she chided me.
"Yes."
"Read the text and look at the photo but get some sleep. You don't have to be there right away, so hit it up at one." Malaya hung up without a word leaving me to my own thoughts. I checked my phone finding a photo of this black girl with a huge frizzy mane of hair. Inspected the photo realizing that she looked familiar but couldn't place the face. There was an address attached but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I dropped off into deep slumber.
BAD M.I.L.F Volume 4-The New Batch Ch. 2
I woke with a start almost feeling like I'd been smothered in my sleep. I looked around the room finding nothing but the flashing light on my phone. I studied the photo left for me earlier in the AM, still unable to place the face. I googled the address finding that it was another hotel, not as expensive as the one where Carry Anne was staying. I arrived at what was little more than a glorified motel still puzzled at the reason I'd been sent, finding another text that listed the girl's name and room number. Capri Johnson was an enigma to me as I walked over to the house phone in the lobby dialing her up. The call went straight to voicemail as I panicked checking my phone finding that I was almost an hour earlier than suggested. Urgency lent speed to my efforts as I ran over to her outside facing room, finding the girl from the photo emerging from her room in a one piece swim suit with towels and a large plastic looking satchel bag draped over an arm.
"Let me guess, my mother sent you, right?" She scowled as I stopped just short, almost bumping into her.
"Uhm, how'd you know?"
"Because of the way you were running over here like your life depended on it."
"Yeah, well you got me."
"You were supposed to be here at two; I wanted a swim before we went to dinner and I need a dress too." She sounded annoyed with her vocal cadence reminding me a little of Courtney McIntyre, but this girl was a little older and more relaxed sounding.
"O-kay, we can do that, Ms. Johnson."
"Geez, you don't have to be so formal; wanna join me at the pool?"
"Huh?!" I scratched my head not knowing how to answer. I still hadn't figured out why I was sent to meet this girl.
"Well, just be a shame if you had to go back home and make a turn around trip; come on, keep me company." Capri smiled warmly handing me the towels turning to lead me over to a modest outdoor pool bordered by a white fence and city streets. She was tall, probably all of five eight or nine with a decidedly curvy frame enhanced by what looked like baby fat. I didn't mind the little jiggle noticing that she had a very large, slightly squarish pear shaped butt that sat out from her back like a little shelf. Capri continually tugged at the bottom of her suit when the material rode up exposing the slightest bit of cheek.
"Stop peeking at it or I'll send you home." Capri seemed to have eyes in the back of her head admonishing me, but the lightness of her tone suggested playfulness if nothing else. She picked out two chaise lounge chairs poolside motioning for me to place her stuff on one.
"Thanks, you don't have to stay or anything; unless you want to watch me do a few laps." She turned to me revealing a really nice set of full, perky breasts outlined under the material of her one piece.
"Uhm, oh, wow-sorry." I felt like an idiot looking away figuring that I was still "punch drunk" from the night before. Shame flowed in when I realized how fucked up the previous night had been and the multiple hookups I'd experienced. I wondered if I was supposed to have sex with this girl or something. Malaya Padilla was turning out to be quite the puppet master.
"I don't know if I should be flattered or worried." Capri was still smiling at my reaction, tying the giant frizzy mane of hers off into a ponytail. There was no way she was fitting all of that hair under a swim cap. She was like a tall, thick version of Amandla Stenberg for lack of a better comparison.
"Sorry ma'am; uh, Ms. Johnson." I nodded in deference.
"If you weren't so cute, I'd probably be pissed; I'm going to take those laps now." I watched as she innocently stretched and rolled her shoulders before jumping into the pool. I watched her do a few laps before worrying that I was projecting a creeper vibe checking my phone to break up the unintended voyeurism. Surprisingly, I found a few missed calls from my ex-girlfriend Chrystal. There were two video files connected to one message. I walked away from the pool area clicking one and finding a second long advertisement for some reality cooking show. The other clip predictably had a twerking clip in some hotel room as wads of cash were tossed at her thong clad butt. I face palmed finding it pathetic that she thought this would upset after all we'd been through. The link led to some social media page I was unfamiliar with that had some comments linking her to that goof, Big Ham. I could've cared less uploading the clips to my cloud for later use.
"Oh, you came back; I thought I'd run you off by swimming too much." Capri swam beside me walk adjacent as I entered the pool area.
"I was just checking some messages; besides, you didn't want me to stay and watch you do laps, did you?"
"I wouldn't have minded; help me out." I dutifully retrieved her pool towel as she emerged up the short steps to the poolside. She turned her back giving me another view of her sloping, shelf-like butt which was barely on par with my ex and her assorted family members. Capri looked back at me with an easy smile as I wrapped the towel about her shoulders backing away.
"Not going to dry me off?"
"Stop it." She chuckled turning to me using the towel on her face and midsection. I watched enjoying the soft, subtle curve of her figure wondering if I was really here to bed her. I stared at her face still finding it familiar in some as yet unknown way.
"You're staring again, like what you see or something?"
"I honestly don't know how to answer that ma'am." Her big, brown eyes widened as her mouth opened in surprise at my answer. This young woman was undeniably cute with an innate sexy aura that was infectious. Capri reminded me of Gen, making my face drop a bit at the comparison.
"I don't know how to take that; you shy or something?"
"Not usually."
"I'm flattered whether you meant that towards me or not; score us some drinks from the vending machine. Flavored water, any kind; can't do soda, it's bad for my waistline." She playfully motioned towards her midsection, but I knew better than to comment. I stalked off still confused a bit as to the reason I'd been sent noticing that Capri pulled her phone from the satchel bag. She looked upset at whatever was in the face of her phone as I ran back with several flavors of the requested water. She smiled at the armful of bottles making me feel uncharacteristically elated at being the reason for her smile. We ended up lying side by side on the chaise lounge chairs, which was little weird for me since I was fully dressed.
"Hey, can I ask you a few questions?" Capri asked after downing two bottles.
"Guess so, shoot." It was the only answer I could give.
"Uhm, like what's your sign?" Capri asked awkwardly, sounding like some nervous teen.
