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  The bed was lumpy, and Olivia thought she’d scream.

  Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to count sheep.

  But as soon as she started counting sheep—visions of something she had witnessed the other night popped in her head and wouldn’t let go.

  Olivia had arrived early for rehearsal at Mike and Cathy’s that other night—around 10:30 P.M.—and accidentally come across Simone and her new boyfriend, Chollo Papi, naked and humping in the back of Chollo’s classic restored Impala car.

  At first, the sight of it stopped Olivia in her tracks; shocked.

  Oh—so that’s why they parked so far down the street under this big oak tree, Olivia had thought, they’re messing around. But then like a voyeur, the feathery blond girl hadn’t been able to stop staring at the masculine buzz of the light yellow bee flesh as it buzzed atop Simone’s surprisingly submissive chocolate flesh—the girl whose last name was Sting passively being the one getting Stung.

  “Yes,” Simone’s soft voice winced as Chollo’s buttocks bobbed up and down, his dick drilling in and out of the black pussy.

  Mexican on Black.

  OH GOD…immediately, a tingling wetness sprang between Olivia’s quivering blond thighs.

  The bad boy Mexican was fucking Simone harder than the black guy had done, and something about it shocked and tantalized Olivia’s watching blue eyes just as powerfully as she’d been rocked by the sight of a dark black man’s skin on dark black woman’s skin—both incidents, of course, involving the dark and alluring Simone.

  Only this time—Simone caught Olivia watching; from the back seat, she looked her right dead straight in the face!—and to Olivia’s surprise, Simone didn’t try to stop Chollo Papi from humping between her long cocoa smooth legs or shoo Olivia away from the scene. There was no shame at all in Simone’s eyes. Instead, she merely smiled, blithely recognizing Olivia’s presence beyond the windshield, and then went back to kissing her man and moaning like a porn star as she braced herself for every poke of Chollo Papi’s hard Mexican dick.

  Olivia watched as Simone’s slender brown arms wrapped around Chollo’s sweaty yellow-bee back and caressed the Tattoo of a Dagger on his back, her black skinny fingers blessing Chollo Papi’s pounding swaggering hips—the lush ebony thighs opening for him in welcome and the sheen of Simone’s mink-dewy hair weave fanned out more glorious than any hair she could have grown could have done.

  “oooh, Papi…oooh, Papi…ooooooooh”

  Chollo responding, “Yeah, Bonita Gato negra…yeah!”

  Smack, smack, smack—fucking that pussy.

  Olivia wanted some.

  She closed her eyes that night and forced herself to walk on by, hurry to Mike and Cathy’s house and pretending she hadn’t seen a thing going on in the Impala—but she’d wanted some, too. Her pussy was so hot and wet.

  ••

  Counting sheep in Cathy’s attic guest room, Olivia realized that she was touching herself beneath the covers—masturbating that tiny tingling button-like tip of flesh that no matter how she tried to concentrate on sleep kept wetting and throbbing with the folds of her blond sugary kitten face.

  In a heat wave, she restlessly kicked the covers off her body.

  Damn!

  She really wanted to get some sleep, but the television in Cathy’s bedroom sounded as though it was getting louder and louder, the volume going up, and every thought that Olivia had ever had seemed to be intruding her mind.

  Finally, despite her chronic guilt over the way other women’s men always seemed to want her—she let Mike enter her mind. And once Mike entered her mind, all bets were off.

  She played with her pussy, twisting the blond pubic hair, crossing her ankles and rubbing the juice.

  Something really nasty had happened in Cathy’s kitchen…and Olivia would never forget it.

  Not only had Mike stuck his hand down Olivia’s skirt and into her panties after rehearsal two nights ago—but he’d done it in front of his wife Cathy, right in Cathy’s kitchen!

  And because Cathy had been standing by the refrigerator on the other side of the kitchen island/bar—Cathy hadn’t realized what was going on behind the kitchen island/bar.

  Her husband and Olivia were standing almost side by side—the three of them laughing and talking as friends normally would—but the entire time—Mike had put his hand down Olivia’s skirt, down her panties and had fingered her pussy from the back, slow and sneaky.

  So sneaky that the indecency of it shocked and aroused Olivia, her nipples hardening through her blouse as Cathy laughed, talked and apparently failed to notice Olivia’s scared, blushing face or the thickness of her nipples growing.

  Mike groped and squeezed Olivia’s ass cheeks and held a conversation with his wife at the same time.

  And then another time—when Mike and his children had been taking some equipment from the van and moving it to the garage—Mike had copped a feel on Olivia’s ass, right there on the concrete walk way where his children might catch them. But despite Olivia’s scared white face and her arms nudging him away, he hadn’t cared if his children might catch “daddy” feeling on mommy’s best friend’s ass or kissing her on the ears and neck.

  Luckily, the children didn’t see what their daddy was doing. But just the fact that Cathy’s tall handsome husband was always touching and rubbing her right where they could get caught, it turned Olivia on and made her feel like more than just a whore…irresistible.

  And every woman wants to feel irresistible.

  Poor Cathy.

  Your husband is so fine…and he wants to fuck me, Olivia kept thinking with a mixture of shame and lip-licking, her fingers touching her pussy; rubbing and caressing. Your husband leans up against me in the hallway with his hard thingy in his pants pressing up against me…he digs in my ass in the kitchen while you’re standing there talking to us.

  OH GOD…Olivia thought she was going to come just from remembering it all. Yet through it all—she always pushed Mike away. She always refused and rejected him.

  Hissing full of anger in his ear in the hallway, she scolded him saying, “Cathy is my friend, not you—I owe her my loyalty!”

  But deep inside, Olivia liked Mike touching and squeezing her body. She wanted his dick inside her, but she didn’t know how to admit such a horrible thing to herself.

  She considered herself a good person and she didn’t know how she could claim to be one if she was letting her best friend’s husband fuck her on the side.

  “Oooooh Mike,” she whispered in the attic guest room now. Her pussy trembling with almost-orgasms and her eyes fluttering wild and erotically.

  Then…racked with shame, and because she couldn’t sleep…she decided to stop this embarrassing fantasizing over Mike by getting up and going to Cathy’s bedroom and watching cable with her.

  Pulling her dress back on, Olivia padded out of the attic guest room and into the hallway.

  ••

  It was 2 A.M. yet Cathy’s television seemed to be nearly blasting—much louder than it had been turned up when Olivia first went to bed.

  “Why is she blasting that t.v. when her kids are sleeping just down the hall?” Olivia wondered.

  Concerned, the beautiful blond girl went to each of the children’s room and cracked their doors, leaning in to check on them—and to her relief—they were all dead to the world, sleeping peacefully, Cathy’s most recent baby fast asleep in the crib in a room with Cathy’s oldest daughter, both of them sleeping just fine.

  Olivia shut all their doors.

  Then she went down to Cathy’s room and started to knock—but just as she knocked—she heard a voice inside the room.

  A man’s voice—a familiar voice.

  Yeah, a familiar voice.

  But it wasn’t Mike. It was…Olivia cracked the door, worried that Cathy might not be alright.

  But when she peeped inside, she saw Cathy sitting naked on the edge of her and Mike’s bed—her skin whiter than any skin Olivia had
ever seen; her long Irish red hair spilling down her back and her face planted squarely in the crotch of the tall, black man that was standing in front of her next to the bed—Simone’s ex boyfriend, Kevin, the sexy hot black guy who had been fucking Simone in the parking lot the week before.

  OH…MY…GOD.

  OH…MY…GOD!!!!

  Olivia couldn’t believe it!

  Did Simone know that Cathy was…

  And poor Mike.

  Here he was working the graveyard shift, trusting his wife at home, and here Cathy was…

  But Mike’s no angel himself, Olivia reminded herself. I’ll bet he cheats on Cathy whenever he wants to.

  “Yeah, suck this dick,” the buff macho chocolate-fine black guy murmured as he held Cathy from the back of her head and slammed her face into his crotch, humping her in the face hard.

  “goop, goop, goop,” was the sound of Cathy’s throat as she slobbered, obediently swallowing the big black dick.

  And as Olivia stood there, suddenly realizing why Cathy had turned up the t.v. volume, she suddenly didn’t feel so guilty about wanting to let Mike get some sugar from her.

  Her nipples began to throb and burn into hardness—only now she felt no guilt about that.

  OOOh Mike, yes, her mind cooed as she slid all the way into Cathy’s room and closed the door behind her.

  Leaning up against the door in the dark, she scooped her dress up and began touching her pussy as she watched Simone’s ex lay Cathy’s plump white body back on the bed and begin to eat Cathy’s pussy.

  With only the t.v. providing light in an otherwise pitch black room—neither of them noticed Olivia standing inside the room blocking the door. The glaring light from the t.v. illuminated the bed, however, and Olivia could see everything they were doing.

  “Fuck me,” Cathy whispered, insatiably, sneaking-like.

  And Simone’s ex had a huge, huge dick that looked as though it had been carved from a block of pure chocolate.

  He rose up over Cathy’s supine plump body and rammed his cock up inside her—cupping her mouth as she moaned with delirious ooh ooh’s. Then masterfully bouncing the hardest, basket-ball pretty behind that Olivia had ever seen on a man, he fucked and banged Cathy like she was a rag doll piece of meat. OOOOh shit! In and out of her; in and out of her. It must have turned her on that her kids and Olivia were sleeping just down the hall and that Mike was at work.

  Olivia finger-fucked herself; her mouth filling with saliva.

  Suddenly, in the middle of getting humped into heaven, Cathy complained, “You never wear a condom, Kevin, and I don’t want to get pregnant. Do it in my butt to be safe!”

  Do it in her butt? Won’t that hurt? Olivia wondered.

  “Ooh baby, yeah—that butthole is a lot tighter than the front,” Kevin said as he reached on the nightstand and got a tube of K-Y Jelly.

  Kevin was sticking his dick up Cathy’s ass in no time—slow at first, then sloshing and sliding until Cathy was moaning and jutting on her stomach, rocking with the butt fuck.

  “Gimme that fudge-packing in my ass!”

  “OOOH shit yeah!” they both exclaimed here and there. And Olivia stood there mesmerized that a woman could take it up her ass. She’d thought that only “flower kids” like Boy Bitch got fucked in their butt, but Cathy was taking it like a pro and happily.

  An hour later, when all the sex was over—Kevin washed his dick off in the bathroom sink, then dressed and made his exit the same way he’d entered the house—down the trellis outside Cathy’s bathroom window. Cathy got up to wash herself as well. And that’s when Olivia slipped out the bedroom door—doomed to be up until break of dawn, because she was wired now. But honestly—the freaky dance had just begun.

  ••

  White Nurses Uniform.

  Headphones on;

  /recording sound booth;

  *cue musical track.

  House beat…iced/flowing…house beat.

  Sing it Cathy.

  SING IT CATHY:

  I know this freak—

  So blond and meek

  You think she’s sweet

  But here’s a treat—

  She’ll burn you like fire

  Hotter than man/is her desire

  ………….

  Try praying to God

  But she’ll take you higher!

  I know this freak—

  So blond and meek

  You think she’s sweet

  But here’s a treat—

  She’ll burn you like fire!!!!

  PICTURE THIS:

  •

  Olivia Nixon—young hot blond.

  Not yet famous.

  (But sexy as hell)

  Hopping out of her Mustang and entering the 7-11 Store on Ventura Blvd. and Colbath Avenue in Sherman Oaks.

  It’s 3 in the morning.

  Olivia wants a slush and oatmeal cookies.

  They’re done recording their first CD.

  She’s so used to dancing and posing—she automatically moves like some limber quickly-moving naked tigress—her blond hair wild and fluffing behind her like a cartoon explosion.

  POLICE OFFICER watching from his motorcycle.

  Eyes of swimming pool blue.

  Skin white/police pants tight.

  Silver bullet badge that kills all werewolves.

  His name is Officer Scott Michaels.

  Like a hawk—he sees the stunning blond sashay her way out of the 7-11 and hop back in her car.

  Then rev up her Mustang, screech out fast as lightning—and POW, skyrocket like a burst of craziness down Ventura Blvd. as though there’s no one on earth but her.

  ••

  Olivia didn’t hear the police siren.

  She was SPEEDING through the night streets, her music blasting and her hair blowing like a lion’s mane.

  I know this freak—

  So blond and meek

  You think she’s sweet

  But here’s a treat—

  She’ll burn you like fire!!!!

  Finally, Officer Scott Michaels caught up to the driver’s side window and rammed his fist in the air—ordering the crazy bitch to pull over and get ready for the ticket from hell!

  In fact, if there was anyway legally possible, he was going to get her car towed and impounded.

  “Oh my god,” Olivia’s blue eyes seemed to say as she finally realized she was speeding and immediately pulled over.

  Scott Michaels parked his motorcycle, pissed as fuck he was being made to do work at 3 in the morning, and hopped off—all macho like and went up the sunny blond’s apologetic face.

  “You got no excuses lady—your ass is cooked! I want your license; your registration; proof of insurance; proof of smog—everything!”

  Olivia was late paying her insurance online.

  It was temporarily expired.

  For that—he could legally put her ass on the curb and tow her car to the impound. He could put her through some real serious problems, possibly losing her automobile if he wanted to push it.

  And damn.

  Why did he have to be so fucking cute?

  I mean…the guy was an outrageous fucking HUNK of fine ass handsome blue eyed jet black haired White “manly man” White Dude!

  Olivia was handing him her license and registration—but before she got to the other papers—she decided to just go for broke and risk everything.

  She ripped her blouse open, yanked her bra down and let her full creamy white breasts spill and jiggle into the steering wheel.

  That, of course, got Officer Scott’s attention in a way that he’d never expected to have his attention got.

  “Holy shit,” was all he could say as he looked down at the prettiest, perkiest, full-pillow set of tits he’d seen in a long time.

  Immediately, he looked at Olivia’s face and she was already darting the pink tip of her tongue from side to side between her full strawberry lips. It was a “dick-sucker’s” licking motion. Her sinful blue eyes
inviting him to take advantage any way he wanted to.

  Olivia hiked up her skirt revealing long firm smooth legs—and with a single tear (a tear of fear) rolling down her cheek, she softly reported, “I can’t afford any panties, officer—so I don’t have any on.”

  Officer Scott lost all interest in her speeding violation.

  3 A.M.

  NO ONE…WAS OUT THERE.

  HIS BIKE WASN’T RIGGED FOR VIDEO-TAPING.

  “So you must be a stripper, ha?”

  “I’m worse than that,” Olivia said in a deep sexy temptress voice. “I suck dick. I’m a HO.”

  Scott’s dick was getting hard, but he tried to stay professional. He was definitely ready to arrest her and book her down at the jail house. He said, “Are you admitting to an officer of the law that you’re out here prostituting?”

  “No, master…I mean, officer…no. I’m saying that I’m a porno actress. I do sex movies. And I like it. Can you touch my tits…please, master? I mean officer.”

  Damn.

  Scott couldn’t help himself. He leaned in as though talking to her and reached over and squeezed her nipples with his hand.

  Her tits were so soft and cushy. 100% all natural real breasts, the nipples hardening like thumbs and the creamy white skin blanching with pinkness as he squeezed them.

  Olivia leaned over and licked his face.

  She did it with a “doggy-lick” and a coo.

  She made herself cry more tears. Her trembling sexy voice begging, “Please master…touch my pussy. It’s so hot.”

  Officer Scott reached down and ran his fingers between the groove of her silky-soft pussy lips. He delved his finger a few times and got it wet, then raised it to his nose and smelled it.

  Staring into Olivia’s eyes, he said, “I love my girlfriend.”