On a warm Friday afternoon, Jake "Action Jackson" Baxter stalked like a tiger pacing his cage.
Jake was ready to sell a new car to every customer who walked through the showroom door; positive they would leave with a set of keys and a stiff monthly payment and a smile on their face.
Jake was the top dog at Costa Mesa BMW. He knew it, the owner knew it, and every other sales associate knew it too. The car showroom was his hunting ground, the expensive automobiles his decoys—the customers his prey.
Waking up with a hard-on, Baxter knew it was going to be a banner commission reaping day for Action Jackson.
While the other twenty salesmen sat in their cubes making cold calls to unresponsive parties, Jake was the floor man and top gun on the board for the last six months selling more new automobiles than all the dealership drones combined.
In less than three hours, he unloaded four new cars off the lot and was going for the record in Costa Mesa. Besides having a gift of gab, he had a large circle of paid tipsters who guided mainly beautiful, wealthy women his way.
Action brushed his manicured fingers over the lump, swelling the leg of his eight hundred dollar Versace suit. His foot-long pussy pleaser was resting now, but Action had a feeling that his proud baby maker would be put to good use today.
One Lucus Jackson had called informing Jake he was sending two prime customers his way.
"Three B's!" Lucus laughed over the phone, "Blonde, Big Tits, Bitches!"
The words rattled from Lucus Jackson's mouth.
"These sluts are dripping cash, and they say they are looking for a deal!"
Jake was ready, twelve inches of hard black cock never failed to glaze over a slut's eyes when he planted his meat inside them, orgasms guaranteed.
"Five Miles and Counting"
The security guard at the gatehouse waved through the bright red S Class Mercedes convertible. He never checked the platinum blonde driver anymore, Not since the word sent down from one Mrs. Nikki Brown that Mrs. Mandy Collins had carte blanc in Mrs. Brown's properties.
The first and last time, he stopped the sexy mature cougar and asked for identification he was stunned by her response.
The smiling blonde took a slow drag off a black cigarette, then lifted the hem of the white sundress. The guard swallowed his saliva nervously as he looked at the heavily mascaraed green eyes and full red lipstick lips.
Tattooed across her bald pubic mound in the red script was the name "Mandy."
The rest, as they say, was the stuff of security guard legend.
"Welcome to Casa Del Sol" Mandy.." he saluted, touching his finger to his tanned forehead. She blew him a kiss in reply and wheeled the expensive convertible up the long driveway.
Mandy Collins, fifty and fit, tapped the horn impatiently. Her long red lacquered nails drumming the steering wheel.
"Where is that bitch?" she whispered under her breath. She French inhaled her Nate Sherman Black and Gold cigarette then flicked it out of the open-topped car.
Nikki was always fashionably tardy, and today was no exception. The sixty-year-old grandmother thought being on time meant you showed up thirty minutes late.
Opening her Ostrich skin Gucci handbag Mandy fished out her cigarette case removing another of the black cigarettes. Punching the cigarette lighter, she waited for its response.
"Mandy, darling!" squealed the one and only Nikki Brown. Five-foot tall and blessed with a natural set of 38 DD boobs, Nikki back kicked the entry door with the metal spike of her six-inch killer pink cum fuck me's.
Waving, Nikki danced down the sidewalk, her magnificent titties bouncing like gigantic tanned cantaloupes swaying on her tiny frame.
"You're late! You bitch!" teased Mandy, hollow cheeking a mouthful of the creamy cigarette smoke.
Opening the door of the expensive automobile, Nikki plopped her shapely butt into the bucket seat, the unmistakable bulge of her camel toe visible in the crotch of her light grey LuLu Capri's.
"Ma chienne sexy to es delicieuse!" giggled Nikki taking the black cigarette from Mandy's "V" ed fingers, she took a quick pull on the gold filtered tip.
Snatching the cigarette from Nikki's frosted pink lips, Mandy snickered,
"You know I only have three words in my French vocabulary. Cock "Coq" Cunt "Chatte" and Fuck "Merde. Why girlfriend why are you rattling on in very poor French, I might add."
"I'm practicing for when my foreign exchange student arrives from France next month." Nikki giggled. "I told you in her language. My sexy bitch, you look delicious!"
"Flattery will get you anywhere you want to go." smiled Mandy putting the Mercedes in gear. "Your student Monique will be here soon. Does she know how you are?"
"She'll find out!" laughed Nikki looking at Mandy, "Mony will be our student. She's gorgeous. and she thinks I'm hot."
Mandy took another pull off her cigarette, then exhaled a perfect cone of smoke at Nikki.
"I can't wait to have little Mony for lunch!" hissed Mandy, her voice a smokey whisper.
Nikki tried to catch some of Mandy's exhale then sighed,
"Yummy! Mon Cheri, what does my Sexy Mandy have up her sleeve, or shall I say what mischief is lurking between those hot legs of yours?" quizzed Nikki touching her long fingernail to her lips.
"Cars, Autos, BMW's. Nikki darling, my little bitch. Are you ready to go car shopping?" she answered, double pumping her Nate Sherman cigarette. "We're off to the Beemer dealership to buy my nephew Billy a birthday car. He will be eighteen on Monday," she added, giving the new car a quick goose.
"He's a living doll, a little chubby, and he's a virgin." smiled Mandy.
"Am I invited to his party?" asked Nikki, opening Mandy's handbag, taking a cigarette from the case. She lit the cigarette with the console lighter jetting smoke from her perfect nose.
