Trying something different. Here's the first half of the new Haze story I've published. I might just do this with all of them going forward, depending on how it works out. Hope you enjoy it.
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Money, truly, made the world go round.
Len Davis thumbed the bills filling his pockets. Sure with debit, credit, etransfers and all the rest, you didn't really need bills anymore. But nothing quite compared to being able to walk around with a fat stack of raw cash. If gold wasn't so fucking heavy, he'd carry that. It was in the opulence of it. The showing of wealth. It impressed people.
Such as the pretty blonde currently sitting across from him, her baby blues sparkling with awe as she looked at the stack of money Len was sorting through before producing some bills for the waitress, handing them off with the appropriate air of gravity.
"Oh gosh Len! You must be, like, super rich!"
"You know it," Len said, fluffing the lapels of his Italian jacket. "You're looking at the head of Davis Construction."
She giggled. Bubbly best described Lizzy. In personality, and in assets. She wore nothing above but a tee that did a commendable job trying to hide her breasts, despite her bouncing movements threatening to revealed those coveted orbs. A skirt that rode so high her every step practically flashed him. Thighs made for grasping and an ass born to be squeezed rounded out the rest of her. She swung out of her side of the booth, sashaying over and slipping into his lap. Len's eyebrow snapped up, then lowered hungrily as he felt that cushiony bubble-butt wriggle atop him, and the bulge he wasn't even trying to hide anymore.
"Oh thanks so much for dinner Lenny!" she giggled.
"Lenny?" he said, giving her ass a disapproving smack.
The bubbly bimbo gasped, biting her full red lips. "Mmm! Sorry! Um, how about daddy?"
Len laughed, easing back, resting a possessive hand on her shapely hip. "Sure, honey. Call me your sugar daddy."
Lizzy giggled and threw her arms back around his neck, her breasts squeezing his arm between them. She fitted so perfectly against him, like she was made to be the accessory of a man. "Sure daddy. Oh, you're just so totally good to me!"
She put a glass before him, the drink fizzing and bubbling. Len again quirked a brow. "Where'd you get that?"
"I got it special for my sugar daddy!" she giggled. "Come on. Take a drink!"
"More of a scotch guy."
Lizzy pouted, and oh but those cherry lips could pout. "Pleaaaase. Just try it. For Lizzy," she crooned, leaning up a little closer. He could smell her perfume. Something sweet and stark.
Len laughed. "Alright. For my pretty bimbo."
Lizzy giggled, again wriggling in his lap. "Oh, thank you daddy!"
Len smirked and took up the glass, taking a sip. His eyes widened as fizzy pleasure burst on his tongue. Yet it wasn't harsh like most carbonated drinks. It was oddly honeyed, going down smooth while popping and crackling, tickling his mouth and throat all the way down.
"Mmm! What is this?"
Lizzy giggled again. "My own special blend! I call it fizzy mead! Do you like it? Please tell my you do!"
Len laughed, tugging her more firmly into his lap. "I do. The prefect thing to top off a fine meal with a beautiful woman."
"Oh thank you!" Lizzy giggled. "But, you know? I like, think I have an even better way to pay you back for dinner."
Her long dark lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, her eyes sparkling like the fizzing bubbles in his drink. He took another swig of that sweet ambrosia and set it aside. "Hmm. I think I could guess."
Still grinning, he leaned in and kissed her. Lizzy moaned into his lips, arching and kissing him back hungrily. Her curves pressed against him. Her smell enveloped him. So sweet it was almost sickly, but he didn't mind it so long as he could get another handful of those plush curves. Fuck he was so hard! He hadn't had a decent fuck in ages. Good thing he'd decided to take care of his firm's expansion in Haze himself. He tried to think back as to how he had actually met the bubbly bimbo, but the liquor must have been getting to him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
What he didn't have any trouble putting his fingers on was the bimbo's plush breast. Lizzy moaned in delight, curling atop him as he groped her plush teat, feeling her stiff, needy nipple pressing into his palm. Arching, baring her long, pale neck, she pressed against him, helpless with quaking desire and whorish pleasure. He seized the opportunity, nibbling on the sensitive flesh, tasting her sweet skin.
"Oh daddy! You're... mnnn... you're gonna make me m-melt."
"Melt?" he husked.
"Mmm. Like sweet sugar," she giggled. She touched his chin, tilted up his head, and kissed him.
And that kiss was a wonder. It drowned him in warmth, her tongue wrapping around his, her hips grinding her down on his cock. The bill was paid. Nothing kept him from being pulled out of the booth after her. She wrapped herself around his arm, kissing him, cooing sweet nothings in his ear. The drink was in his hand again. He sipped, laughing. He wasn't drunk. Not really. He knew when he was drunk. He hadn't had nearly enough of Lizzy's mead to really be drunk.
It was dark in the cab. Lizzy sang out an address and they were moving. She was moving faster. She mounted his lap, kissing him, rubbing herself against him, his pants no barrier as she ground her cunny against his tenting cock. He could feel the furnace heat of her pussy radiate through the thin layers of fabric.
"Oh daddy. Daddy. Oh, you're so good to your bimbo."
"Mmmmnn," Len moaned, his hands full of her plush curves. Her giggles singing around him.
The car halted. They were outside. He recognized the Jeweled Chest, the classiest hotel in Haze. They were inside, still kissing, still touching. He passed some bills from the wad of his wallet to the man at the desk, and they were in the elevator. Again the earth was moving.
He took another drink.
Darkness. The snap of a latch. He fell back into plushness. He panted, fisting the soft sheets. His jacket opened, freeing him from the heat. He gasped, then sucked in an even sharper breath as Lizzie sat on his chest.
"Oh daddy," she moaned, grasping her tee, pulling it up. Up. Len's eyes sparked as it rose over her head, her breasts, full and ripe, bouncing into view. Everything her tight shirt had suggested and more. Firm and young and perky. She smiled adoringly down at him, and he could feel a warmth on his stomach.
She wasn't wearing panties.
He was far from surprised at this point.
"Daddy, you're so gooood to me," Lizzy moaned as she slid back, down, down, down past his pants. Her eyes were shining like jewels in the dark as her breasts reached his groin. Clever, clever fingers teased open his belt, tugged down the zipper. Len groaned as his pants opened, his cock springing into view. Lizzy was fairly drooling at the sight of his thick manhood. Her thin fingers grasped his shaft, sliding up, her cheek nuzzling it. "Let me be so... good to you."
