Find Me (Truthful Lies Trilogy - Book Two) (24 page)

He laughs. “Homes, I was ready to do
her—married and all—the second I saw those pink discs shining
through her tee.”

“Knock it off.”

“Knock what off?”

“
Knock off describing her mammary glands in
such detail. I have a girl I’m with, and that I happen to
love
!”

Trev drops the couch. “
Did you just use the
L
word?”

“Trev, the couch, I’m still holding it.”

“
Damnit, nigga, put that fucker down and
talk to me.” Trev’s in
cool-ass
mode now.

I put the couch
down. “I don’t wanna talk to you, because I wanna
get this job done and get the fuck outta here before those sluts in
there come out here damn near
naked
or something!”

Trev cracks up laughing.

“What’s so funny!?”

“
I think she never expected to spend six Gs
with us. I think she expected us to see her titties and then do her
right here, two on one.”

“Urgh! Bro, please!”

“You wouldn’t do her like that?”

I look out at the city skyline, and I
think of Blaze. Her tat
s, her lustrous eyes, the crazy shine of the colors in her
hair. “A week ago, in a flash. Married and all. But now? It just
disgusts me, bro. You can have her if you want. Moral dilemmas
aside. But if you do, we’re not taking your cut of the
money.”

“
Damn straight we are! Just make sure the
hours I get paid for are not the hours I’m busy fucking her!
Then it’s all
legit.”

“
Trev, whatever. It’s your business. Me? I
need to get out of here. And I need to go to my girl. I miss her.
Can you believe that? I miss her like mad. And when I saw Dalya the
D-Cup there
—didn’t move
an inch down here, homes.” I gesture at my bad-boy. “Not an iota. I
think those days are over for me.”

“
Hmpf. Incredible. Damn impressive, homes.
I’m...stunned. Amazed and stunned. Good on ya.”

“
Thanks bro. I don’t know when it happened.
It just did. Now let’s get this damned
Layout C
done before I go insane.”

We start on the rest of the
furniture. “So, what’s it like?
Being in love.”

“
What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you stop looking at other babes
completely?”

“
When Tatiana called yesterday, I confess,
my cock twitched. Male anatomy I guess. But even then I had no
interest in being with her. And today—even worse. It’s not that I
don’t find her attractive. I do. I find her
hot
. Supremely hot. And I can’t even say that my cock
hasn’t done its own jumps and twitches at different times today.
But, I dunno, there’s still no desire to be with her. There’s a
thrill, I confess. But that’s all it is—a few hormones getting
released. But nothing else.”

“
In other words, if she spread
her
—” He stops, moves
closer. Whispers. “If she spread her
wet cunt
for you, naked and totally undressed...you’d do
what?”

I shrug. “Look away?”

He steps back, eyes wide.
“No shit.”

“No shit. Zero interest, Trev. Blaze is
something else to me, man. She’s my world now.”

“
In a week. You’ve known the babe a week
and she’s your world.”

“Completely.”

“
Well, that’s the real deal, bro. No shit.
I’m happy for you. Really am.” We hit knuckles and bump
shoulders.

“Thanks, Trev. I know I sound like a total
emo, but...it is what it is.”

He grips my hand. “You don’t sound emo,
bro.
Not at all. Weird?
Yes. Unusual? Yes. But not emo.”

That’s when Dalya’s Southern mistress call
flows
fluidly out into
the living room from within Tatiana’s Cave of Immorality. Or is it
the Hotbed of Revelry?

“Oh, Declan, honey. Come on in here and let’s
settle this bill, wouldya darlin?”

Trev’s eyes go wide, and he can’t stop
himself smiling.
“Me or
you?” he says.

“No, let me go. I got us into this. I’ll get
us out.”

I start walking in, and Trev grabs my arm.
“Deck, there’s nothing to ‘get out’ of, bro. You done
nothing
wrong here, OK? You’re getting
paid to move furniture around, and them missies in there are gonna
want you to move
their
furniture
into this building. That’s all we’ve done, OK? Don’t go adding shit
into this that isn’t there.”

“
Yeah, yeah, I hear you. It just
feels
weird.”

“
Who cares how it fucking feels. This is
your business.
Six
Gs, Deck!
For them to get a cheap look at our asses and tats? It’s your
dream, bro. It’s your ticket into this very condo.”

“
I think I’ve decided I want to move to
another condo, far away from the Witches of Eastwick here.” He
smiles, all the way to his eyes. “But I hear you. We moved
furniture, and they paid us. Understood.”

But that’s when things go terribly
wrong
...

Let me just give you a brief rundown of what
happens here, because I think you can deduce the rest:

I get into Tatiana’s room. It’s extremely
well-lit because all the curtains are open. Dalya’s under the red
silk sheets of the bed, smiling seductively. Tatiana and Samantha
are nowhere to be seen, so I figure they must be in the ensuite
bathroom. I see Dalya’s shape clearly through the covering. It’s
hard to miss, all the way to her gargantuan nipples which, in case
my eyes betray me, are extremely aroused at the moment.

I
keep my eyes up.

“
Honey, cash is right in there. In that
drawer.” Dalya turns to point to it, and the covering falls just
enough to reveal the sideswell of her very generous left
breast.

At this stage, I’m feeling
extremely
uncomfortable. And, probably
much to Dalya’s dismay, not even the slightest bit
horny.

I go to the hardwood drawer on the side of
the canopy bed. “Mizz Watkins not around?”

“
Oh, honey, she’ll be out in a moment. She
and Sammie are just doin’ some girly things in the
bathroom.”

I bend down and open the drawer. I’m struck
by two things most forcefully, and one of them isn’t the silk
panties on the left.

The first is a fat wad of cash in the
middle of the drawer—the top bill being a Ben Franklin.

The second
is the much smaller—but far more noticeable—pack
of
Trojan
Sensitivity Ultra-Thin Lubricated 36
condoms right beside it.

Now, I don’t know about you, but there’s
something very
sobering
about seeing Bennie’s most sedated face near a set of panties and
colorful rubbers. It’s about as arousing as earwax.

Or maybe that’s just my state of mind.

“
Find anything interesting in there?” Dalya
asks. From the corner of my eye, I can see the top of her left
areola now. She’s leaning on her right hand.

I grab the wad of cash, look at my watch,
count three-and-a-half hours. I count out seven
Gs. “Yes, thank you. I’ll leave a receipt
on the table in the living room.”

“M-hmmm... Anything else?”

I say nothing; s
traighten. And that’s when I see Tatiana in full
frontal—
NUDE!
—(and, no,
she’s not blonde all over), leaning on the doorjamb of her ensuite
bathroom. She’s smoking. “Got everything you wanted, Mr.
Cocks
?”

By now I’m just simply
furious
. There are no words to explain the rage burning
in my head. The
fucking audacity
!

I decide not to look away, simply because
I won’t give her the pleasure of having gotten under my skin. “Yes,
Tatiana. I did. I’m sorry if
you
didn’t.”

“
Oh, honey...” She takes a drag of her
smoke, and that’s when Samantha walks out (
also nude!—and yes, red all over) and
strides over to where I am, practically ignoring me.

“
Oh, don’t mind me,” Samantha says. She
does have her hand over her nipples while she walks, for form’s
sake.

It’s taking all
my strength not to lose my cool here, but I won’t
let her faze me. I’ll take her money, and I’ll take her business.
No problem. And I’ll let her know precisely what kind of man I am:
the kind that can stare at her fucking tits straight on, and not
bat an eyelid, because she doesn’t even come close to the class of
my girl.

Tatiana keeps talking, but then something
else happens, something key, so pay attention.

Tatiana: “I
did
. I think I got
everything
I wanted. And, if not now, then later. Make sure you bill
the full hour for this last half hour. I wouldn’t want you to
underbill.”

“
I’ll do that.” I turn to go back to the
drawer, and two things happen. Two
key
things:

I notice Samantha has bent down to pick
something up from the ground, or to play with her toes—who the fuck
knows.

Two: I walk
straight
into Dalya, gargantuan tits and all. And our lips
almost touch.
Almost
. “Oh,
darlin’, I’m so sorry—”

I bounce back, shocked.
She got to
me
, I think.
I lost my cool, so
she won.
I almost lose
my balance, and my arms fire out to my sides instinctively. I swear
to god there was no tit there before! But, before I know it, I’m
groping something most certainly mammalian! I snatch my hand
away—
still
struggling
for balance!—and then my back hits two more tits.
And my nose picks up
the fresh smell of tobacco on skin
.

Tatiana’s hands go around my waist.
“Careful there,
honeybunch!” And then her hand’s on my goddamned
crotch!

I do whatever it takes to
get the fuck out of
this potential quarterback sacking!

I start swinging
—not fists, just to get my balance, but I’ve
stopped caring if I mistakenly connect with one of their faces. I
feel more tits; Dalya’s gotten closer—
motherfucker what are these goddamned
women doing!?
They’re
all around me now, squashing in on me like slow-moving
zombies.

Finally, I fall—
I swear I felt one of them trip
me!
—and land on my knees
next to them. Samantha’s hands are over my shoulders, “helping” me
up. Almost instantly I stand again and shake her off me. All three
women are by Tatiana’s bed, naked. Dalya’s arm is now wrapped on
the canopy bed like a stripper to a pole.
My GOD she has massive
conkers.

In my mind, I regain composure, because
I
won’t
let these
women ruin my professionalism. I go to the drawer, grab an extra G
for the final hour.

“Mizz Watkins.” I tip my head. And then I
leave.

I guess Trev sees the naked chicks because
he says, “What the fuck?”
I drop a receipt on the table and pick up my phone from it.
Then I’m out the front door faster than I can catch the rest of
what he says. He chases after me. I don’t bother catching the
elevator. I just run down the stairs. “Deck, what—”

Down thirteen floors I run. Outside, I
take a deep breath. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” I rev the
shit out of the truck, and I screech out of the parking
lot.

“
Dude, what the
fuck
just happened in there?”

“
Trev, you seen that movie
where the chicks suck Keanu
Reeves’s blood and rape the shit out of him and keep him
weak?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s what happened.”

If you’ve figured out where this is
leading, then hats off to ya.
Because then you’re smarter than me. I, on the other hand,
didn’t. I didn’t at all. I thought that was the end of it. I
thought the three babes were horny as hell and wanted a group orgy
and, when they didn’t get one, too bad.

Until Blaze got the pictures...

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here.
Because that comes later. Nonetheless, here’s a little primer:

The primer:

You seen that photo
where Kate goes down on Prince William at
the Royal Wedding? You didn’t? She bent down to pick up her keys or
something. William’s hand is stretched out like he’s holding her
head, and she’s behind a low wall, so you can’t see if that dude’s
pants are undone or
what
!

A picture paints a thousand words.

You see where this is going, don’t
you?
Like I said, hats
off to ya. Hats off... That’s all I can say. If I’d known, I
would’ve said something. I swear. But I thought it best Blaze not
know about this. It would hurt her. And nothing happened, so I
didn’t wanna burden her with it.