Author's note: The following is an alternate ending to Ahazura's
Zero, Fifty, or One Hundred.
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I'm joking! I'm joking! Don't click away yet!
This story is the result of a writing challenge that I gave to myself at the beginning of the summer. The challenge was to write a serial drama with multiple characters and multiple (sometimes interweaving) plot lines. It was perhaps my most challenging exercise to date.
This entire story is written, and will be released in short chapters, spaced closely apart so that you won't have to wait long between chapters. I won't say how many chapters there are or it might spoil the fun for you.
As always, I encourage your comments, whether you like the story or not. I am one hundred percent confident that there will be something in this story for everyone...to hate. By popular demand (and just for grins) I've decided to turn the scoring on for this series. You all know how I feel about the scores in this category (and if you don't, just check my profile), but the people have spoken. So bomb away!
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Dan Price peered through the horizontal slats built into the sliding glass door that led to his back porch. He positioned himself to the side of the window frame to conceal himself as much as possible. There was a gap in the row of hedges that separated his yard from the yard behind him, and a girl was positioned perfectly in the center of that gap, as if she were inviting him to look at her. She couldn't be more than twenty years old, he thought, although it was difficult to tell from where he stood.
She had long, straight, jet-black hair that glistened in the sun and cascaded down to her delicate shoulders. Her angelic face was partially obscured by a pair of large sunglasses. It wasn't her face that he first noticed, however. Her breasts were absolutely exquisite. They were young, firm, and full; the perfect size, he thought. She wore only a skimpy red bathing suit top and an even skimpier bottom with a checkered pattern.
They didn't make girls like that when he was that age, he thought. He had always believed that he had been robbed by the era in which he was born. He was too young to have experienced the "free love" of the sixties and too old to experience the casual sex of today's generation. All his generation experienced, sexually speaking, was the introduction of a new and deadly sexually-transmitted disease.
He continued to devour her with his eyes, scanning along her perfectly-toned torso to her flat belly with just the right amount of baby fat to reveal her humanity. Her legs were long and nicely contoured, and her skin was absolutely flawless. Even her feet were attractive: chubby little toes and a flash of a toe ring, indicating that she may have a bit of a wild side to her. He was just about to make the visual return trip back to her enticing mounds when he heard his name called and realized that it wasn't the first time he heard it.
"Dan!" Denise shouted. "Did you hear me?"
He nearly tumbled over while moving away from the slider as quickly as possible. "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming."
"What were you doing?" she asked, moving toward the slider. Before she could get too close, however, her husband took hold of her shoulder and pivoted her back toward the front of the house. "We have a lot more stuff to unload," she added.
"I know," he said. "I was just taking a little break."
***
"Did you see our new neighbors have moved in?" Patty asked as she peeked out her window from across the street.
Hank grumbled an unintelligible response. Seated beside her in a comfortable chair, he was thoroughly engrossed in a word puzzle.
"They're very nice," Patty continued. "I met them yesterday."
"Of course you did," Hank said without looking away from his puzzle. "Nothing goes on around this neighborhood without you knowing about it."
"She's some kind of fancy executive," Patty said, "and he's a stay-at-home dad. Can you imagine? Times certainly have changed."
"Mmm," Hank grunted. "Changed for the worse, I say."
"They seem very happy. They moved here from a small town in Missouri, just outside of Kansas City. Quite a change, I bet. And they have two kids: a daughter in high school and a young son in grade school."
Hank looked away from his puzzle at last. "Oh, yeah? And what color is their underwear?"
Patty scowled at her husband. "Now, why do you have to be like that? I just enjoy getting to know people, that's all. I'm a people person."
"You're a busybody," he grumbled, and then chuckled to himself as he returned to his puzzle.
***
"Ma'am?" the workman called from the kitchen. He was tall and thin, and wore a leather belt around his waist with numerous tools attached to it. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his long hair was tied in a ponytail.
A stunning blonde with emerald-colored eyes appeared from the adjacent room. She was statuesque and elegant, with long legs and ample - almost too perfect to be natural - breasts, which strained the fabric of the tight tee-shirt she wore. The protrusion of her nipples through the thin fabric indicated that she wore no bra underneath. She tugged at her tiny denim shorts as she strolled into the room, her high heels clicking on the tile.
"All set?" she asked with a sweet smile.
He returned her smile. "All set. The faucet has been replaced, and is working as good as new. Including labor and materials, that comes to $452.50. But let's call it $450, just to round it off."
"That's kind of you," she responded. "Will you be sending us a bill?"
"No, ma'am. I need the payment today."
"Okay," she chirped, "I'll write you a check."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your husband said it would be a cash payment. Otherwise, the bill would be a lot higher."
"Well, shoot," she said, crossing her arms over her voluptuous chest. "I...I don't have that kind of cash on me. He should have told me, that jerk!"
The workman raised an eyebrow. "Well, I guess you'll just have to make a visit to your bank. I'll wait here until you get back."
The woman pouted for a moment before a naughty smile appeared on her face, revealing an irresistible dimple on her left cheek. "I wonder...if maybe...we could work out some sort of discount."
With that, she swiftly removed her tee shirt, causing her breasts to bounce for a mesmerizing instant. With another swift motion, she yanked down her shorts, leaving her completely naked with the exception of her heels. She kicked off her shorts and strutted toward the worker like a fashion model on a catwalk.
The worker's eyes widened and he licked his lips as this gorgeous creature approached. She pulled him toward her and brought her luscious lips close to his. With one hand, she reached down and caressed the growing bulge in his pants.
"Wh-what about your husband?" the worker stammered.
The woman scoffed. "He won't be home for another hour," she said. "You won't need more than five minutes, trust me."
"Five minutes, huh?" the worker said with a grin. "Challenge accepted."
They pressed their lips together with passionate force and his hands explored every inch of her exquisite body within reach. As she devoured him, she tore at his clothing, attempting to remove it all as quickly as possible. She practically knocked him backward while trying to undo his belt. He responded by wrapping his arms around her, lifting her, and carrying her to the nearest counter.
He set her bare ass on the counter, fished his hard cock out of his pants, and slid it inside of her. She gasped and cried out. He silenced her by pressing his lips to hers and prodding her mouth with his tongue. She wrapped her long legs around him and clawed at his back for support, pulling him into her along with each forceful thrust.
"Oh, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me with that big cock! Lay that pipe!"
For a moment, the man continued to pump away at her as hard as he could. Suddenly, he stopped, and burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry," he said, taking a step back. His glistening cock began to deflate. "Lay that pipe? Really?"
"What? You're like a plumber or something, right?" She looked annoyed, and straightened her hair.
Still laughing, the man said, "I'm sorry, Karla. That one just pulled me right out of the fantasy."
"Well, excuse me for trying, Tom! You're the one who came up with this dopey idea." She hopped off the counter and searched for her clothes.
"That's what you get for calling me a jerk!" Tom called after her as she stormed out of the room.
***
Dan shuffled across his backyard toting a heavy cooler filled with beer and soda with one hand and a pair of lawn chairs, which dangled awkwardly around his other arm. Walking alongside him, Denise held a large covered casserole dish. Trailing behind them were Holly and Alex, each clutching a lawn chair of their own. The look on Alex's face was one of excitement and bewilderment, while his older sister looked as though she was already planning her escape.
Art was stationed near the keg when he spotted his new neighbors approaching through his backyard. He quickly excused himself, took his wife by the arm, and hurried toward them. "Welcome to Shadow Lake Estates!" he shouted to them. He extended his hand toward Dan, who was forced to drop his lawn chairs in order to reciprocate. "Art Clevinger," he said with a handshake that was a little too firm. "This is my wife, Roxanne."
Dan made his best attempt to maintain eye contact with Roxanne, but it was a difficult task. Roxanne Clevinger was a very well-endowed woman. Her enormous breasts appeared out of proportion with the rest of her body. The two of them made an odd couple. Art was very tall, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest, while Roxanne was a tiny little thing - with two great exceptions. She had a thick head of dark hair, and dark eyes, while he was bald with piercing blue eyes.
"It's so nice to meet you," Roxanne said. She had a beautiful face and a flawless smile. "Welcome to the neighborhood!"
"Your timing couldn't be better," Art said. "Our Fourth of July party is pretty much the highlight of the year around here. You'll have a chance to meet all the neighbors. Well, except for the assholes who didn't want to come."
Roxanne thrust an elbow into his side. "You'll figure out eventually that my husband has no filter." She looked toward Denise and lunged toward her to take the casserole dish from her hands. "Here, let me take that. If you were waiting for my husband to act like a gentleman, you'd be waiting here all afternoon, trust me."
Art laughed and reached down to pick up the lawn chairs Dan had dropped. "Come on," he said. "Let me introduce you to the rest of the folks."
