Amber screamed as she slammed her foot down hard on the breaks of her new Lexus SUV but unfortunately she was a bit late and the wheels locked up as she skidded into the back of the black BMW stopped at the red light in front of her
"Oh God no," she yelled as she put her hands over her face.
The collision wasn't very hard but hard enough to do damage to both cars. Terrified she followed the BMW, pulled over then watched as a little black man got out and started screaming. He was angry and she couldn't understand a word he was saying. As he approached her car her heart beat uncontrollably fast and she nervously rolled down the window. He was so short he could barely see through it and Amber quickly realized he was a dwarf.
"I'm so sorry mister, it was an accident."
"I'm sorry? What the fuck does that do for me bitch? My car is fucked up!"
"I'm really really sorry," Amber said as she climbed out of the car shaking. She towered over him as she looked down at the angry little man.
"Fuck bitch, this is bullshit. Now I got to call the cops and waste my fucking time. Didn't you see the light was red? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"No, again, I'm sorry. I didn't notice until it was too late."
He looked at her angrily, "Stay right fucking here while I call the police. Fuck!"
"Please, I'm begging you, don't call the police. There has to be some other way we can handle this," Amber said panicking knowing that if the police came she'd have a real problem.
"Lady, look at the back of my car. Do you have any fucking idea how much that's going to cost," the little man said as he glared at Amber.
Amber felt like crying, her entire life was about to change if she didn't think of something quick. Looking down at the chubby little black man she asked, "What is your name sir?"
He paused before answering, "Jim."
She looked around and sighed, "I'll be honest with you Jim and I hope you'll understand. I have some history with drinking and driving and I've had a few drinks with some girlfriends at the beach. If you call the police they'll run my record, find out about my past and arrest me. I'm not even supposed to be driving now. I'll end up in jail. It'll cost me my job and my marriage. So, please, I'm begging you don't call the police. I'm sure we could figure out another way to handle it."
Jim stared at the shaking blonde. He was so pissed when he'd gotten hit, he'd failed to realize how sexy the bitch was standing there in her bikini top, tiny shorts and flip flops. He quickly sized her up and correctly guessed she was in her mid thirties. She was tall and lean and judging by the way her fake breasts were trying to burst out of her bikini top he figured they had to be D or maybe DD size cups.
"Your ass is really in a sling isn't it," he asked disgusted?
"Yes, it is and I'm not trying to get out of anything. I've got money. I'll pay for the damages. I just don't want to involve the police or the insurance companies. I'll give you all the information you want."
"Sure lady, then when I try and call I get the wrong number. I'm not fucking stupid and your issues are not my problem."
"Please, I've got two small kids at home. This could ruin everything."
Jim slowly looked her up and down again marveling at how he'd missed how attractive she was. The bitch looked like a fucking movie star. The only thing the little black man liked more than his car was pussy, especially white pussy. Usually he had to pay for it but maybe he could turn this situation in his favor.
"So how desperate are you lady?"
"I'll do anything!"
The little man smiled, "Would you suck my dick?"
Amber's eyes widened in shock, "What?"
Jim shook his head in disgust," You heard me lady, I could use a piece of ass."
"How dare you? You little creep?"
Jim pointed a fat pudgy finger at her, "Watch yourself bitch. Remember you're the one with the problem. If you want something from me you'll have to give me something in return."
"There is absolutely no fucking way that is going to happen."
"Fine by me, I'll just call the police," he said as he turned back towards his car.
She started to panic as she watched him waddle back to his car. She knew that she could literally go to jail, get divorced, and lose her kids in the custody battle if the police showed up. Jim got in his car, grabbed his phone and pretended to call the police. He smiled when he saw her run over waving her arms. He rolled the window down when she came up beside the car.
"What do I have to do," she asked nervously?"
He nodded towards the passenger side, "Get in."
She reluctantly walked around the car and climbed in.
"Here's the deal bitch and there isn't going to be any negotiations. Either you take it or you don't and if you don't I call the police. Understand?"
She nodded yes.