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(Okay, I wrote this. I admit it to be absolutely disgusting, but felt compelled to write it. The opening line, 'there is nothing better than ****' just kept appearing in my thoughts, for years. I finally gave in and wrote this fucking thing. Everything I know to be true, tells me that **** is wrong. It is. Don't do it. Read WALKING WITH SCARS. There's a point to the madness. The line has since stopped appearing in my thoughts.)
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Walking with Scars

A Novella

By: hugo carlos arreola


This Entire work is COMPLETE fiction.


This work is 2016 © Copyright Protected


To the Darkness Inside us All.



1 Scars


We all walk this earth with scars upon our souls. The innocence of c***dhood is overpowered by the darkness we come to know as adults. Some scars run deeper than others.



2 Jake




“There is nothing better than ****,” Jake said to himself after he came inside of Natalie. She, was of course, u*********s due to the fowl concoction he injected her with earlier that night.



Earlier that day…



Jake worked as a pharmacy technician at the local d**g store. He was a mediocre employee at best. Always showing up to work on time, he made sure to only do the bare minimum of work so that it appeared he was a somewhat useful employee. Just as he’d show up on time he always left work on time; he was never willing to work overtime as his ‘extracurricular’ activities kept him quite, busy. So busy in fact that once a month he would stay out until all hours of the following morning. That day was today.



Being that he worked in a pharmacy, he had access to all manner of pharmaceuticals. Jake’s tool of the trade was an injectable compound – that for the safety – of you the reader – will be simply be referred to as injectable 457. What made it so easy for Jake to take the 457 from the pharmacy was the idiot pharmacy manager Shaun, who was so-involved in his own personal drama that he had trouble doing any actual managing of the pharmacy. Jake simply updated the inventory numbers in the computer and more 457 would come in the daily delivery to replenish what he had taken. You’re thinking – his thievery must have been caught on the security camera at some point, right? Wrong. You see, Jake found a blind spot in the feed that allowed him to pocket one syringe – whenever he needed it. Since he only needed one – well, sometimes he needed two - a month to do his dirty deed – nobody was the wiser.



A few minutes before the end of his shift Jake got the old ‘five-finger discount’ on injectable 457 and said his usual goodbyes to his co-workers. Jake was an outwardly friendly guy with a somewhat ordinary look about him. He was average height, average weight and kept his hair cut down to the bare minimum year round. He had friends here and there, many acquaintances but nobody you’d say he was really close to in general. Jake liked being alone – where someone might say he was lonely – another might say he was comfortable being alone. That is a difficult thing to do – most people cannot handle ‘alone-ness.’ Jake was a big reader and while he was in high school he tested among the highest of percentiles. During this time, Jake had many friends. There was many a whisper by teachers as well as his peers - about the ‘places’ he would go in life. Something happened just as he was starting to apply for college and everything changed. For now, we shall just refer to it as ‘the Incident’. After said incident he became a loner. Jake completed high school third from the bottom of his class thanks to said incident. He just stopped caring all the time and only did the bare minimum, which drove his grade-point-average to semi-mediocre levels. There was never any visible outburst or breakdown that anyone noticed during this time. Jake held himself up somehow after the incident.



After high school Jake got himself a job at the local supermarket as a clerk bagging groceries. He was perfectly content making minimum wage. He worked his shifts – all the while refusing to do any overtime. He lived at home so he paid zero rent, which enabled him to save money. A few years went by in the same daily routine. Oh – he loved routine; he thrived on it. Jake became a master of time. He compartmentalized the hour – breaking it down in his mind. His mind saw an hour as four sections of fifteen minutes. Fifteen Minutes. That’s nothing; it goes by in a flash. So – those years went by quickly. One day – out of the blue – Jake quit his job and went to work. He had plenty of money saved. He then took the necessary classes to become a pharmacy technician. He finished those, got licensed by the state and became certified as well.



So he left the workplace and headed for every sinners favorite eatery. As he was walking up to the huge nine-foot-tall door, he looked up to see the bright neon sign – Suicide Café. The signage itself was huge and clashed with all the signage of surrounding businesses. Simply put, the sign was a big ‘fuck you’ to conformity and healthy eating. Anyway, in the 20 years the place had been open for business there hasn’t been a time when the wait time to be seated was under an hour. The place was open from Noon to 2AM everyday – packed from open to close. It didn’t matter really because at the ‘Suicide’ the bar area was just as big as the dining area – all so that patrons could build up the courage and the appetite to eat the fare. Two things regarding the food – everything was cooked in duck fat and a secret ingredient mostly unknown to the public – a dash of cocaine…was put in everything. Everything on the menu was naturally so good that people didn’t seem to mind paying over two hundred dollars per person per meal on top of the already exorbitant prices of the many libations. It’s actually funny, because its menu consisted mostly of burgers, steaks, and ribs – you know, BBQ for the most part. Business was booming. You may be wondering why the authorities have not shut down the place. Truth is – nobody really knows why – although, there are many theories as to why the police stay away. Some say the owner is connected – whatever that means. Others simply say the police are corrupt. Jake simply thinks the ‘Suicide’ is so loved by its patrons that it is only ever spoken about in a positive light. Jake also never pays for his food, his drinks nor does he ever wait to be seated. As was mentioned earlier, he does have friends here and there. Fred is the founder and owner of the ‘Suicide’. Let’s just say that Fred and Jake’s proclivities have a point of intersection.



“Ah, hey Jake – will you be wanting a table then?”

“Not right now Maya. I want to hang out at the bar for a while – cool? I’ll come tell you when I’m ready to eat – cool?”



Maya was one of the hostesses at the ‘Suicide’. She was of Japanese descent – which really did it for Jake in a settle-down-and-have-k**s sort of way, but that was never going to be the life for him and he knew it. Maya worked at the ‘Suicide’ on a full-time basis, making 25 dollars per hour; she also played up the Asian card and worked at a local massage parlor on her days off. She was a regular worker bee.



“Okay, no problem – just tell me when you’re ready to eat…k?”

“I will…thanks, sweetness.”



Jake found a place at the bar, sat his ass on the leather-bound stool, and ordered his first drink of the night. Two things never happen at this bar; you don’t eat, and you don’t order water. It was more of an unspoken rule more than anything, really. If you just happen to break the rule or were a first time patron and did so – you were simply ignored by the bartender. If you were smart you’d look to your right then left and figure it out on your own. If you were stupid and somewhat lucky, a fellow patron might enlighten you on the matter.



Around halfway through his second drink, he saw her. She had to be somewhere between twenty-six and thirty with a body that most would say is ‘thumb-worthy’ – figure that one out on your own. If you still need a description she was five foot eight and a brunette. Her body measurements were about 34-25-35 and she had a cup size of 32D – at least, that is as best as he could estimate based on his extensive past experience with the female gender. Once Jake fixated on his girl – he was as focused as if he were on ADHD meds. She would be his tonight without a doubt. Jake wasn’t exactly shy but he wasn’t stupid. He made his over near her making sure he was within earshot. As he was sitting close by – he made sure never to make any eye contact. He remained completely focused on his drink – all the while keeping his ears open on his girl. He just had to know her name. Ten whole minutes passed when he heard a name being called out from clear across the other side of the bar.



“Natalie!”

“Hey Natalie!”



Jake saw two other ladies walk over toward his girl. Apparently his girl was named Natalie. One of her friends was okay looking – a six at best. The other one was a two – a complete grenade. Natalie was a hands-down ten which makes total sense because every ten has a fucking grenade for a friend. That’s just the way it is with friends. The two ladies came over to Natalie and gave each other loud and almost obnoxious greetings and hugs.



Jake listened closely to their conversation. He soon learned their names. The six was named Anna and the grenade was named Wilma. Jake laughed on the inside; Wilma – it figures the grenade would have such an ugly name. It was apt. Oh, how their conversation went on and on and on about absolutely fucking nothing. It drove him crazy how pretentious these whores were, but he clenched his ass and took another sip of his beverage. Jake had a very high tolerance; he could drink most anyone under the proverbial table. The conversation continued and Jake grew annoyed – he ordered a beer to change things up. Anyway it didn’t matter to him what they talked about. The more they talked the less they had to say. It made little difference. At the end of the night Jake would plant his seed in Natalie – he was sure of that.



Then, something happened. Jake was so focused on his drink he almost missed the fact that the whores – well, to be accurate – two whores and one grenade got up and were walking over to Maya to be seated. He left his half-finished drink at the table along with a tip for the bartender. He wasn’t a complete asshole. He walked over to wait for Maya to return.



“Oh hey there Jake – you all ready now?”

“Maya, sit me down near those three ladies over there.”



Maya and Jake had known each other for so long – they had developed a certain rapport. They didn’t really ‘know’ each other as they only ever saw each other at the ‘Suicide’.



Maya seated Jake right near Natalie and her friends. He heard them give their drink order – which only made things easier for him as he just knew all three would be properly sauced for later. Then he heard one of them – the grenade – order a salad. The server gave her a deep sonorous laugh in the face.



“You bitch, this hea’ is the ‘Suicide’. We don’t serve no goddamn salad hea’. Just take a look at the fuckin’ menu if you please; do you see a salad section anywhere on the damn thing. Now will you please give me yo’ order or would you care for a few more minutes to decide?”

“Ah – Oh – I’m so sorry, sir. Could we please have just a couple more minutes? I’m sorry. “

“Good idea, you young thang. I be back in a few to take that order.”



That was Paul. The fattest black man you’ve ever seen. Jake thought he was absolutely disgusting. The thought to put an end to Paul’s misery once and for all – had crossed his mind many a time – but Jake was no murderer – so, they remained just that – thoughts. He had a point. Paul was disgusting. It was damn wondrous how he even managed to move around, he was so rotund.



“Natalie, are you sure about this place. That waiter was a complete asshole. Do we really have to take his insults? I can’t believe he talked me that way.”

“Oh my freaking god…. are you serious right now? Get over it Wilma.”

“Yeah, get over it – please just decide what you want to eat – I promise you’ll love it. Everything is good here.”

“But I’m trying to watch my weight.”

“Girl, are you crazy – you are looking great these days!”

“Wilma, Anna’s right girl – you are looking fantastic!”



Wilma smiles and looks down at the menu with hungry eyes.



Paul walks over to Jake.



“Hey! What up cracka’? What’ll it be for you tonight?”



Jake looks up at Paul with a genuine smile.



“Hey there Paul. Yeah – I believe I’ll have something new tonight – you know, something different. Can you tell me about the Special?”

“Fo’ sho’ I can. Tonight we have a double cheeseburger with bacon and a fried egg. It come wit’ corn on the cob doused in melted butter, a side steak dipped in melted butter, a small bucket of sweet potato fries, three shots of bourbon and your choice of either chocolate cake with ice cream or vanilla cake and ice cream.”

“Sounds great. Yeah I’ll have that.”

“Wonderful, how you want the meat cooked?”

“I’ll take it rare as hell and I’d like the egg over easy, please.”

“Coo’ – coo’ – yeah that’ll work. Will you be having chocolate or vanilla cake?“

“I believe I’ll have the Vanilla – please add a second scoop of the ice cream. Oh and before I forget – can I substitute rum for the bourbon? Oh! And can I have beer, doesn’t matter which – surprise me.”

“You sure can. I’ll go put your order in right quick and have someone bring you that beer right away.”

“Thanks.”

“Not a problem at all.”



About five minutes later Paul walked back over to the three lady whores and took their orders. Jake was surprised to hear them all order the same thing – the shrimp platter over rice. Predictable – he thought. Round after round – the ladies kept knocking the drinks back; it made Jake wonder why these bitches were here tonight. Were they celebrating a promotion at work? Were they going out to club later? Jake couldn’t understand the celebratory nature of their laughter. That sort of mirth was outside of his wheelhouse, so to speak. He never felt anger or sadness that he did not experience the joy of camaraderie. It just did not affect him. Many a person would tell you that sort of thing should affect a person – not Jake, but how do you really know a person. We’re all individual beings with our own separate thoughts. We simply cannot occupy the same exact space as another person. This was Jake’s understanding on the matter.



While they were all eating – Jake overheard their plans for the evening. They were going to walk over about the nightclub on South Main Street. Perfect. He knew it well. He’s done work there in the past. Time came to settle the bill – for the girls anyway. Jake left a tip and made his way outside for a smoke while he awaited their exit. Just as he was going to flick the butt into the street he heard their laughter as they made their egress. It was hilarious to watch; they were tripping and falling all over each other. The only reason they didn’t fall was because they had each other to hang on to. After referencing their phone for the location and direction of the club – they began the hopefully sobering walk in the brisk air of the night. This part of town had excellent street lighting, so Jake hung well back as to not make it obvious he was following them. He knew where they were going – he only followed them in case they decided to go elsewhere.



About twenty minutes later they entered the club. It didn’t matter whether you were a grenade or a ten – all women were corralled into the club right away. It made for a target rich environment. Before Jake walked in he made sure he had the syringe of the 457 in his pocket. The moment of its use was fast approaching. This club had multiple rooms for every taste in music. Naturally, some rooms were bigger than others. Each room had it’s own bar area. Jake’s favorite place to stand within the club was in the space between rooms. The incongruous sound he felt between two nearly opposing types of music resonated with his persona. The place was enormous. Jake walked up to Samson, the bouncer – smiled, gave an upward head nod, slipped him a twenty and walked right in after his prize.



Now came the task of searching the darkened rooms and hallways between rooms of competing rhythms and pulsating beats. He went room to room – eyes wide open and scanning each room. He was a man on a mission. Regarding Jake’s choice of women. He was an equal opportunity r****t. She did not necessarily need to be a ten on the ‘thumb-worthy’ scale. He wasn’t even looking for any particular type of woman – as a matter of fact. Equal opportunity means just that. He even ****d a guy once – all that mattered was that he or she captured his discerning eye. The person had to have a certain immeasurable quality that reminded him of a certain something – it’s funny though because he could never put his finger on exactly what that quality was he found so attractive. Ah, there she is – he found her in the room of house music. His heart beat with the pace of the bass. He went to the bar and ordered a shot of something – he had no idea what – it was wet and burned his throat each of the three times he put the glass to his mouth. Oh how he loved to dance – he moved to the beat – the bass moved his body rather than the other way around. All the while keeping a sharp focus on his target. It was almost as though he was dancing around her. Round and round the room went. His feet moved with the music – it felt as though he became this other person - one almost capable of complete and utter joy. Round and round the room went. At one point and for the briefest of moments Natalie and Jake were face to face on the dance floor; it was as though in that moment – they were moving and dancing together. They seemed to have something in common – an enjoyment of uninhibited movement on the floor following the pulse of the beating music.



The time came a long while later when Natalie said goodnight to her friends for whatever reason and made to leave the club. How fortuitous, Jake thought. He soon followed suit and was out the door as well. The night was going his way, he thought. There were a line of cabs outside – ready to pick up drunkards to take where they needed to go. Natalie hopped in a cab. Jake got into his own cab.

“Follow that cab, my man.”

“You got it.”



About thirty minutes later, Natalie’s cab dropped her off at what Jake assumed was her apartment building. He made his cabbie stop about a block away – all the while keeping his target within view. It was late into the night, so nobody else was out and about. As the two cabs were leaving the area, Jake got low and quiet to make his move. He made his move from behind and got her in the neck with the 457, as she was about to open the door. Everything went black for Natalie – she never saw it coming as the 457 works quickly. He immediately starts his timer – four hours and counting down. He quickly makes a move to hide her in a nearby alley and then calls Marcus - another ‘friend’ of Jake’s who works for an Internet ride-sharing service. Twenty minutes later Marcus rolls up to pick up his passengers off the books, of course. They had an arrangement.



“Hey man you’re lucky I was in the area”

“Yeah, lucky – thanks for showing up so quickly.”



Jake never had a set way of picking up his targets. He was always working ‘on the fly’. It was best not to make it too easy for the investigating authorities. He knew he would be caught someday – but not tonight. Luckily the 457 left little if any trace within the body. Otherwise this adventure would have been over soon after it started.



Marcus dropped them off at the storage facility where Jake did his work. He had a large storage unit where he kept his tools of his trade.



“Okay, you know the drill – give me two hours and then roll back up to the unit to pick us up and then you’ll take us back to her building to ‘drop’ her home. Got it?” “No problem man – whatever it is you do in there – be careful okay?”

“I will. Remember…two hours, cool?”

“Got it.”



Marcus was not too bright. He really did not think about what Jake was up to in the storage unit. Truth is, he did not care. The arrangement between them suited him just fine. He’d go park about a mile away and keep himself occupied with his mobile library of porn.



Jake opened the door to his storage unit, entered into the darkness and placed Natalie ever so gently on the mattress in the center of the unit. He then turned around and closed the door. Jake switches on the lamps he setup in strategic locations to wash the room with light so he could see his enjoyment. The light was still dim enough, however, to set the mood of the room. Jake began to feel a rush of blood going to his penis – but not yet – not yet – he said to himself keeping it in check. He was excited. Oh what a fucking rush! The room smelled of bleach – he kept it clean. He starts by carefully undressing her – paying close attention to how he she wore her clothes. As he took them off he folded them neatly in a pile off to the side. Once they were both naked – he spread her legs and got familiar with her body. He used baby oil – all over – every inch of her body – in every orifice. Oh she was so fucking glorious! At this point, you must saying to yourself – you bet this idiot was taking pictures or video. Well, you forget – Jake was certainly no idiot. His only documentation of his actions was his sweet memory of the experience. Jake saw the idiots on the news who get caught simply because they documented their antics in the form of pictures or videos on their phone – fucking idiots – this always made Jake laugh. Another thing he never did – was to take a trophy. He dropped off his targets with everything they had on their person when he picked them up. Anyway let’s get back to it. Along the wall he had his various items for insertion. Some were big – some were small – a couple of them were huge. Jake liked to simulate the act of double penetration. That is, fucking both the cunt and the ass at the same time. He took few minutes to examine the many items. Ah – yes – of course – tonight he was in the mood for the softball bat. Now – understand – Jake was not a total a****l – he did use plenty of lubrication. He slathered it on the end of the bat and gently shoved nearly a quarter of the bat up her tight ass. She was going to feel that in the morning, for sure. At this point Jake was erect and hard as marble. He lifted one leg as high as it would go, got into position and then rammed his cock home. Oh it was glorious. With every hard thrust he felt himself going balls deep into her body. Ah – it felt so good. He loved every second of it. He loved r****g people – women and men – mostly women. He loved it more than anything. It was his d**g – his vice – his pleasure. Taking something that simply didn’t belong to you was what gave his life meaning. At least in his mind, it did. Thrust after thrust – he fucked the shit out that fucking whore. Thrust after thrust. In. Out. Oh yeah he was flying, pumping his wings to go higher and higher into the clouds. Trust after thrust he rammed his cock into her body. It was building up – harder – deeper –faster. It felt so good. Then – a massively robust explosion of cum cascaded deep inside her body.



“Oh. Oh. Oh. Ah. Delicious!”



Jake moaned in complete and utter rapture.



“There is nothing better than ****.”

He collapsed next to Natalie and said, “Thank you for that. It was much appreciated. I am in your debt.” He laughed out loud. “Not really, but thanks.”



Jake was completely spent; he lay there for a few minutes gathering his thoughts. He replayed the events of the night in his mind a few times. Then he got up and wiped himself off with a clean towel. He then went over to the corner where he kept his cleaning supplies. He came back to Natalie with a huge grin on his face, a bucket, a funnel, a bottle of pure bleach, and some towels. First – he checked his timer and saw that he still had ample time and so there wasn’t any reason to rush. Jake yanked the bat from her ass – letting the air escape – it was music to his ears. He then took the funnel, spread her legs, inserted it into her vagina and poured some bleach into her. He let it seep out of her for a few minutes then wiped her with a towel. Jake then proceeded to wipe down her entire body with bleach. After doing so he carefully clothed her and got her ready for transport. His task completed - he cleaned up, turned off the lights, opened the door and gently placed Natalie into the waiting car. Marcus drove them back to her building. They arrived just as the sun was coming up over the horizon. Jake opened the door and gently placed Natalie on the sidewalk. He sat her up with her head down as though she was sleeping it off.



“Marcus, please take me home.”

“No problem, Jake.”



3 Maya



“Oh baby – oh baby – oh baby – fuck me!”

“Who do you love – tell me – tell me – say it – say it.”

“You – it’s you! Now shut it, will you! Take that dick out of my ass and put in my mouth. I want to taste myself.”

“Whatever you say, woman.”



Maya loved keeping it dirty in the bedroom or in this case on the kitchen floor. She led a few different lives. You know her as the hostess at the Suicide Café. She is also masseuse at massage parlor. Maya also has a boyfriend named Chris; he has no idea she works as a masseuse. They’ve been in a committed relationship going on five years. Now keep in mind, committed does not mean monogamous – they have zero clue that they are not being faithful to each other. It seems to work for them – living in sort of blind innocence. Being that they both are extreme workaholics – it is a near miracle they find any time at all for each other in their hectic schedules. Suffice to say that the majority of their conversations happened in the carnal way – not all but most. After they each got to cum – they both looked at the clock. Chris was going to be late for work – he was a policeman.



“Oh shit – got to go – shit!”

“Take a shower on your own – you’ll make it. Don’t worry.“



Maya was easy-going; Chris was high-strung. What Maya didn’t say was that she was also going to be late for her job at the massage parlor. She wasn’t worried. Her presence there was not time critical – plus it was her ‘extra’ job where she earned ‘extra’ money – so it was no big deal. Maya was second-generation Japanese-American; Chris was who-knows-what-generation Irish-American. She was five foot nothing; he was six foot nine. They couldn’t be anymore different on the outside. They were both the same inside – dirty. Chris showered up, got dressed with some haste while keeping a keen eye on the clock. He refrained from kissing Maya; that would be a mistake as they’d likely end up naked and fucking again. He would be late for sure – in that scenario – and they both knew it.



“See you – when I see you love.”

“Until then, babe!’



As Chris was walking out the door he found himself smiling; ‘I’m going to make it on time, Maya was right’ – he thought to himself.



In some aspects of her life Maya was as self-aware as most any enlightened individual. Now keep in mind – the loose definition of enlightened is used here to simply say – ‘She knows what she’s doing’. Maya trimmed her pubic hair, showered and got dressed. She then headed out the door of the condo and got in her car to head to the massage parlor. She pulled into the small parking lot and looked up to see the names of the various businesses that operated in the same strip mall – including the parlor. The name was third from the top – ‘Magic Hands’. There was nothing special about the lettering on the sign as to not attract the wrong kind of attention. You see, as with most if not all massage parlors in the area – the services offered on the surface – were not exactly the services provided. On the window of the parlor it listed the various types of massage: foot, deep tissue, Swedish, hot-stone, shiatsu. Another name for the type of business was a ‘rub and tug’. That is the name it had earned through certain circles of society. It was an apt name because that is generally what happened at the massage parlor. Reader, come on – does it need to be spelled out for you? It’s a brothel masquerading as a massage parlor. It was also known as an ‘Asian massage parlor.’ Maya played the role well. She figured she looked ‘Asian’ – hell, she was ‘Asian’ – so she played that card.



As Maya was walking into the parlor she saw the clock on the wall – only ten minutes late. ‘Not bad,’ she thought. Eu meh – the manager – greeted Maya as she came in telling her (in perfect English) that she had an appointment scheduled for ten minutes from now for a half hour massage.



“Okay – no problem – I’ll be ready.”



Maya’s name at the massage parlor was Apple of all things – she was a popular in-demand fruit. All the women of the ‘Magic Hands’ played up the Asian card – they all spoke perfect English but reverted to fresh-off-the-boat English in front of clients. It was simply giving clients what they were looking for in a masseuse – it gave them a feeling of power over a seemingly demure woman. Maya was the only woman working there that was not of Chinese descent. The rest spoke Mandarin, mostly to talk shit about their clients. Maya had learned to understand what they saying – she picked it up quite well, in fact. She could get by speaking Mandarin, but nowhere near the level of her co-workers. Besides – it really made little difference because in the eyes of the client – all they saw was some Asian girl. Maya hears the door chime signaling a customer.



“O hello mista. Ah you hea’ fo’ ma ssage?”

“Ah, yes…I wondering – is Apple available?”

“Have ppoinmen?”

“No, I just decided to stop by, is she available?”

“No she not. She ha ppoimen schedua’l…do you still wan ma ssage?”

“Ok, sure.”

“How long?”

“I think half hour will work.”

“O Kay forty dolla.”

A few moments later Maya hears “Ok. Follow please, I show room. Want showa fi’st?” “Ah, no thanks I’m okay.”



A few minutes later, Maya heard the door chime once again. This man was here for his appointment with the delicious Apple. He was shown to his room. He declined the shower as well. Most did. Maya gave him some time to get undressed. She had changed into her massage apparel. Most clients liked to get a bit hands on so she liked to wear something that was both light and easy to take off as needed. She walked up to the door and lightly knocked to announce she was going to enter. Upon entering the room she saw a fat black man lying on his stomach. To be more accurate he was balancing himself on an enormous beer keg of a stomach. For a brief moment she thought it might have been Paul, a co-worker from the Suicide Café. She then got a better look and saw that it was not; Paul was much fatter with more flabbiness to him.



“Hey darlin’. How are you today?”

“Oh. Okay. How you?”

“Doin’ fine – you’re Apple right?”

“Oh. Yes, am – would you like oil o’ lotion?”

“Oil is fine.” “Ha’d o’ soft?”

“Somewhere in between, sweetness.”

“Okay.”



This whole conversation happened with the fat black man face down on the massage table with his bare ass facing up. Usually when clients failed to cover themselves up with a towel across their midsection, it signaled that the person was aware of the services provided.



“How old are you, hun’?”

As Maya was squeezing some baby oil onto her hand she answered, “Eighteen.”

“Oh good, I thought so. You look young. I’m thirty-two. Okay, I’ll be quiet now and let you get to it.”



She – of course - was not eighteen years old - it simply playing into the wants of the client. Maya was older than eighteen but she looked young, which only served to her advantage. Older men would cut off one of their testicles to be with a girl half their age – metaphorically speaking. Maya began by slathering some baby oil on the man’s back. He seemed strong for a fat man – he muscle tone was crazy good. It must be - to hold up his body while carrying that massive keg in front. She worked his muscles with her hands and elbows. Kneading it like dough. She worked up heat between her hands and his skin. The baby oil helped because his skin was dry; it was dry as dirt. She moved down to his midsection – working the ass with both hands. At this point she noticed a slight movement of his legs to reposition his body.



“Be sure to work my asshole, please.”



Maya said nothing. Ass-play, it was. The majority of clients liked that sort of treatment, as it was a particularly sensitive part of the human body. Maya was only happy to oblige the man. She moved quickly to work the legs for a bit. After every stroke of the leg she would go all the way up to brush the groin area; she made sure to touch the tip of his cock. She continued this for a couple minutes. She then felt his hand on her ass. She smiled. Maya picked up the baby oil and squeezed a generous amount into her hand. She was going to work his asshole. She lathered it up and down his crevice. She took her index finger and gently shoved up the man’s asshole, to which she heard a low-toned moan of relief from the man.



“This okay?”

“Oh, yeah…. Can you use two fingers? Go deep as you can.”

“Okay.”



Maya got to work going in and out of the man’s ass with two fingers, trying to go as deep as she could. She shoved harder each time she entered his body. After a few minutes, she stopped. She went over to the sink in the room and washed her hands. She turned to the man.



“Okay. Be back wit’ hot towel.”

“Sounds good.”



Maya exited the room to go get the hot towels from the utility room. She came back and wiped down the man with the steaming hot towel. She even wiped between his cheeks. After doing so, she noticed a brown smudge mark on the towel. Gross. Anyway, she was glad she washed her hands.



“Tu’n Ova, please.”



The fat black man complied; he turned over. Maya put a pillow under his head and continued with the massage. The man pulled down her pants to caress her vagina. Maya felt a sudden rush fly through her body, being touched by this stranger. She didn’t even know his name. She then made her move to the big black cock. She cupped his balls for moment and gripped his shaft a moment later making him hard.



“What you wan’?”

“How much for you to let me suck on your tits and then use your mouth on me, down there?”



Maya pretended to think on it for a minute. Truth is, she didn’t have to think about it – she gauged each client for how much she could squeeze out of the fucker. This man was into her, he had an appointment – meaning he came to see her probably thanks to a review he found online – and he was rock solid. All men are vulnerable when they are hard and about to pop; at that point money grows on trees.



Maya gave him a number, “160.”

“You got it.”



Maya then lifted her shirt and let the man suckle for a few minutes. She then made the move to put the big black cock into her mouth. She started by slobbering on the shaft, make it wet with her saliva. She obviously could not fit the entire dick into her mouth. It was huge and had girth. She did her best. So proceeded to fuck his cock with her mouth. She stroked it with one hand while at the same time cupping and squeezing his balls with her other hand. After a few minutes a massive eruption almost caught Maya by surprise as he came into her mouth. She took the entire load. She nearly gagged, as there was simply so much of it deposited into her mouth. She took a moment to keep herself from vomiting. Maya then moved up a bit so the man could see her swallow his load. Men get off on that.



The man quietly moaned in rapture after he came his brains out into her mouth. Maya noticed he tasted like pineapple juice - good for him, she thought. It seemed as though he also knew what he was doing. He lay there for a few moments with his eyes closed – breathing deeply. Maya took another hot towel – slightly cooler now – and wiped down the man.



“Would you like some wata?”

“Oh, yes that’d be great – thanks sweetness.”



She exited the room to get him a tiny cup of water, while he got dressed. When she returned the black man was all dressed with her tip in hand.



“Here you go darlin’ – I gave you an extra twenty because I enjoyed myself so much.” “Oh tank you so much. Have nice day. See you next tine!”

“Ok. Take care.”



The fat black man walked out the front door, satisfied – satiated, for now. Men who came to “Magic Hands” could never really get enough. It was akin to heroine – you always wanted it again. It was a rush to be touched by someone you did not know – someone who was seemingly amenable to doing most anything for a low price. It was certainly less expensive than heroine.



Maya readied the room for the next target – she swapped out the soiled towels for fresh ones. She also went into the bathroom to use some mouthwash and used a wet-wipe on her vagina along with a little rubbing alcohol. All the other rooms were currently in use, which meant she was up next for whomever happened to walk through the door. Maya loved working at the ‘Hands’ because it kept her sexually active all the time. Some of the other girls did not feel the same way. If asked, they would tell you that the ‘Hands’ made them feel like cheap underpaid whores. Which was true as they only made minimum wage with zero benefits, as they were all independent contractors. The only actual employees of the ‘Hands’ were the three managers who made a little more per hour plus benefits (sort of, they were given the choice of one HMO). Naturally, managers did not receive tips from clients. Maya did not see any problem with the way things were at the ‘Hands’. She was able to keep 100% of her tips, as the business owner – on the surface – needed to remain ‘respectable’ among the business community. The business owner – a man – could only report income from the massage services received upon entry. Plus, it gave the owner and managers plausible deniability in case of any trouble with the authorities. Maya also did not work at the ‘Hands’ on a full time basis – which could possibly make a difference. She simply didn’t give a shit. She got paid – that’s all that mattered. She was able to report the income as well thanks to Fred at the ‘Suicide’. He was fully aware of her activities at the ‘Hands’ – there was a chance encounter between them at the ‘Hands’ a few years back. It happened only once. Fred called her into his office the next time she worked at the ‘Suicide”. They had a talk – Fred agreed to help wash her ‘Hands’ money making it clean to deposit into her bank account. He also agreed to avoid going back to the ‘Hands’ – he’d go elsewhere. In return – he created loyalty. Maya would be a loyal employee of the Suicide Café – meaning she would be read into the less than savory practices of the ‘Suicide’. Maya would be let into the inner circle – so to speak – of the illicit happenings at the Café – you know, the behind the scenes shit. It also got her a considerable bump in pay at the ‘Suicide’. It was a win-win for everyone involved.



Maya hears the door chime. She’s up. The client is greeted, his money is collected and he is shown to the available room. Maya gives him a few minutes to undress. She found it important to never make the client feel rushed; haste made for smaller tips. She was there to service her clients; in her mind quality was greater than quantity. After a few minutes she walked in and noticed a young man; he could not have been older than eighteen. She closed the door and went to speak to Eu meh; it turned out to be fine as his identification was checked. His name was Ben and he was a day over eighteen; yesterday was his birthday. Maya was so relieved – she did not need that sort of drama. She walked back into the room. She noticed he had his midsection covered. He was a first time client – that was for certain. What remained unclear was whether or not he was aware of the actual services provided; she thought he probably did not. Damn, she thought. She was not going to get her usual tip out of this one. No matter. It would still be a rush to put hands on such a virginal-type body. Cum or no.



“Oh, hello – how a’e you today?”

He seemed so nervous – you could almost see the vibration coming off the young thing. “I’m fine. Ah, you?”

“I’m good. Tank you. Ah, fi’st tine?”

“What?!? Oh. Oh. Yes it’s my first time.”

“Would you like me ma ssage you ha’d o’ sof’? Oil o’ Lotion?” “Huh? What?” He thought for a minute – obviously trying to make out what she said.

“Um….soft? Please. And…Oil? I think.”

“Okay.”



Maya started working his back muscles with a gentle touch. Elbows were not used for the soft approach. His body was so tight and lean – almost no fat. As she worked her way down, Maya was careful not to go too far under the towel. She had no intention of spooking the young creature. She skipped his ass area and went down to his ankles to work her way up – one leg at a time.



“You okay? You good?”

This seemed to startle a somewhat relaxed young man – he quickly composed himself and responded, “Yes. Thank you.”



He was face down on the massage table, but Maya suspected he had his eyes closed trying to avoid getting an erection. She worked the legs for a bit with a gentle upward motion, stopping just under the upper thigh and coming back down. Each time the very tips of her fingers brushed up against his testicles. After a few strokes she noticed he raised his ass a bit – followed by his hand moving under his body. He then lowered his midsection back down to the table, placing his hand back to rest at his side. Maya could only assume he ‘adjusted’ himself so that he could more comfortably lie atop his erection. This made her smile in a devious manner; perhaps she would be getting a proper tip. After all the movement, Maya made her way up just a bit higher with each stroke of the leg.



“Okay. I be ‘ight back. Going to get hot towel.”



She heard a somewhat muffled affirmative yet somewhat confused response.



Maya returned and wiped him down with the hot towel. Maya asked him to turn over while she held the towel in place for him to cover his ‘modesty’. It was the polite thing to do, right? When he was turned over on the table his tent was pitched. Maya figured this would be interesting. She massaged his stomach for a bit while carefully testing the waters. She brushed her fingers under the towel a few times. She felt the edge of his pubic hair with each pass. Maya looked at the boy’s face. From what she could tell – the light in the room was dimmed a bit – he had a look on his face that looked as though it was somewhere between pleasure and embarrassment. With her hands on his body, she could also tell he was making a concerted effort to keep his semen inside his body. He simply did not want to let go – not yet. She skipped his midsection and went down to his legs. Again, with each upward stroke she would let her fingers brush up against his testicles. Maya was so wet now – she wanted to undress and fuck this boy right here and now. She was ready, but kept herself in check. Her willpower was strong. It was quickly approaching the thirty-minute mark, so Maya thought she would end the session by surprising the young man. She moved a hand up under the towel a gripped his penis and gave it a stroke, while leaving the towel in place.



“This okay,” she asked him.

He gave out a relaxed moan and said, “Oh. Yes it is.”



Maya pulled back the towel to let the penis breathe. She saw he had a long narrow uncircumcised penis. She continued being gentle with him. Caressing the shaft up and down with her hand, she heard him moaning in low tones. Soon after she noticed upward movement in his balls - he was going to pop. What came next had to be the biggest gob of semen she had ever seen. The stream of cum shot four feet into the air like a geyser. He kept spurting his seed – there was so much of it. He did his best to keep as quiet as possibly. Maya let him rest there for a minute, then cleaned up all the semen. After wiping him down with the warm towel, and covered up his midsection – so she could go flush the cum-soaked tissues down the toilet. When she returned, he was still lying on the table, naked – and erect, again. His session was over, but Maya wanted his repeat business so she was polite about it.



“Uh. Yes, Ma ssage ova’. Tine to get d’essed , sweety. I accep’ generous tip, please. My nane is Apple. Come see next tine, okay?”



She gave him a moment to process what he just heard. He was no longer as nervous now that he was relieved of his ‘tension’.



He then made to get up and as he was awkwardly trying to dress himself – his erection was still in play – he said, “Oh. I’m so sorry. Yes, I have money for your tip. Apple. Your name is Apple? Okay. Apple, I will see you - uh – again.”



After he finished dressing he took out his wallet and pulled out what must have been six or seven hundred-dollar bills plus a few twenties. Birthday money? Maya didn’t give a fuck.



“How much is enough tip miss, uh Apple?”

“Oh. Hon E that too mush. 160 is okay. “



He gave her an immediate look of surprise, but after a brief moment of pause he gladly handed it over. Maya tucked the money into her bra, and went to get him his cup of water while he put on his socks and shoes. They met at the door to the room; Maya could tell he still carried his erection even though he was trying to hide it by tucking it up behind his belt. His walk was telling.



“Wata?”

“Oh, uh, yes – thank you.”

He drank it down in one gulp. “Okay have nice day okay. See you next tine!”

“Uh, okay thanks. Yeah see you next time.”



Ben walked out the door trying not to let his erection escape from up behind his belt.



Maya looked at the appointment book and saw someone was due to arrive in half hour for an hour session with her. There were never any client names written down in the book; it was simply a girl’s name next to the indicated time. Maya went to the back to get Apple ready for the next client. Hour appointments usually meant larger tips. For whatever reason some men were willing to pay more for the additional time when the same result can be achieved in half the time for less money. Again, it made little difference to Maya. She figured these men just wanted the extra time to explore her body a bit.



The door chime sounded. As Maya entered the room she saw a tall, somewhat-chubby white man with dark hair.



“Oh. How you today? Take shower?”



He didn’t say anything at first – he just looked at her or rather looked at her body with a huge grin on his face. He lifted his arm and made a ‘come-here’ motion. Interesting, she thought. There wasn’t anything creepy about him, which would have made her think twice about approaching. The man took her in his arms and between his legs. She could feel his flaccid penis on her thigh. He grabbed both breasts in his hands, giving them a bit of massage. He really wanted to feel the tits between his hands, almost kneading them like dough. He then brought her in close – real close - placing his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent deeply into his lungs – taking her all in. Maya was wet at this point. This guy was a total stranger and yet it was, as though he had known her for years. This was most definitely not his first time to a place like the ‘Hands’. Oh, he was comfortable.



He then whispered into her ear, “I want the full service, please.”

Maya did a mental fist pump. “Okay. Sweetie, just so you know my full-service tip is one thousand – up front. Is that okay with you?”



Maya knew this guy meant business so she dropped the fresh-off the-boat; she did not want any misunderstandings about the transaction.



“No problem. Let me just get my wallet.”



He paid Apple. Maya politely excused herself to go swap the money for a condom from her locker. She returned to find him sitting patiently on the table. Now, to be clear – full service meant that he could do anything he wanted short of beating or hitting her – too hard. In other words, anything too loud to be heard or anything that would leave a bruise was not okay – it was not allowed. It was also understood that if it did go too far – the girl could end the session at any time while still keeping the money. ‘Full Service’ was the unspoken code of the massage underworld. It, along with the rules and etiquette of the service were widely known. It was the ‘secret menu’ of your friendly neighborhood massage parlor. Of course, there is plenty of gray area for things to go awry.



Maya walked over to him, ready. He made a move; he wanted to undress her. They were both completely naked. The man suckled and nibbled on her nipples. At one point he seemed to almost chew on them instead of nibble. Somehow even the chewing remained gentle. As he was doing this he had one hand down on her vagina – gently massaging her clitoris. Maya’s cunt was near dripping. She began cupping his balls, feeling them both. He was so warm. The room felt warm. He then asked her – politely – to get up on the table so he could taste her. She got up on the table and lay down, spreading her legs open. He went to work on her labia – moving up to the clit. He worked his magic with his tongue. Apparently, he had quite a bit of tongue in his mouth because she felt him enter her with his face. It could only be his tongue, she thought. This guy knew what he was doing. He worked his way down to her anus and worked that hole for a bit. Oh the sensations she was feeling were outright wonderful. It was euphoric. He asked to return the favor. She did. She noticed he had an average penis, and was completely bald. He must wax, she thought. Interesting. She made his shaft wet with her saliva. After tea-bagging his balls she moved down to his anus to complete his request. All the while, hearing him moaning in low controlled tones.



“I would like to fuck now, please. Raw-dog.”

“As you wish. It’s your dime.”



Maya brought the condom just in case. ‘Better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it.’ It was a good ‘rule-of-thumb,’ in Maya’s opinion. He began by having Apple get on her knees and coating his cock with baby oil. He slowly entered her asshole. He was gentle. Once inside he got into a slow and steady rhythm, going balls deep with each entry. Maya was so enjoying this – she could tell he was as well. She never got over the high of fucking and being fucked by a complete stranger; it was invigorating. The man suddenly exited the ass, grabbed Apple by the waist, picked her up, turned her over, and placed her on her back with her legs spread. He was strong. Apple didn’t weigh much, but the lift took little effort and was controlled. Maya was ready for his cock to thrust its beak into the Apple. The man got into position and entered Apple. He fucked her deeply and gently. Each entry was both balls deep and controlled. It was as though he wanted his entire shaft inside of her each time. The tension was a building crescendo. The room smelled of sweat and sex. It was hot. They were both dripping sweat. He took a hand and put it around her throat. He gave it a gentle yet forceful squeeze as he erupted inside of her. He had nothing but the look of pleasure on his face. Satiated – his seed was deposited directly. Unfortunately, Maya did not get to cum, but she enjoyed it all the same. That was an incredible fuck, she thought. Maya took a few minutes to clean up a bit. She got dressed and composed herself before leaving the room for the hot towels. She came back to find the man was all dressed and ready to go.



“Would you care for some water?” she whispered.

“No thanks. That was excellent. It was just what I needed. Thank you so much. Take care, bye,” he quietly responded.



The man walked out the door with a sort of relaxed confidence. Maya entered the room again and got naked to more properly cleanse her body. She also made a mental note to stop at the pharmacy before going home to pick up an emergency contraceptive. As good a fuck as it was, she simply was not having that fucker’s baby. She got dressed and got the room ready for the next target.



That was the highlight of her day. Maya serviced a few more clients with simple acts. She gave one a blowjob and swallow; another wanted to only have his prostate stimulated – he was able to somehow cum without any manipulation of his penis. She also gave a couple of basic hand jobs.



There was also one very old man who came in for an actual massage – when she tried to touch his tiny shriveled penis he simply said, “Sorry dear – my plumbing is out of order, but thank you so much for the attempt. It is appreciated. Just being touched is enough for me.”



He gave a respectable tip for a man who did not cum. Maya was glad she could help. The end of the day came around for Apple. Maya would return the following week to work a day at the ‘Hands’. She did take a day off now and then – she wasn’t a complete nut job.



She was meeting Chris for dinner later that night – they were having beer and pizza. She had a stop to make before going home to shower. At the d**g store, she was in line to pick up her emergency contraception and she looked behind the counter – she saw Jake. She had no idea he worked here – it probably didn’t help that she usually went to a different pharmacy. She decided – on a whim – to change things up a bit tonight and go to the ‘d**g Store’. She was glad. In the years time she had ‘known’ him – she only ever saw him at the ‘Suicide’. From what she could tell he was a good guy and wouldn’t mind getting to know him a bit better. She did have to concede that he was a bit odd – he never came in or ate with anyone at the ‘Suicide’. Maybe he could use a friend, she thought. Maya knew Jake was part of Fred’s inner circle but that is all she knew about that matter. She didn’t really care – she figured if Fred trusted him, then she could as well. Their eyes met – both smiled in acknowledgement of each other. She got to the front of the line.



“Hey Jake, I had no idea you worked here.”

“Oh, well now you know and it gives you a reason to continue using this pharmacy in the future.” He had a certain charisma about him. She decided at that moment – she liked him. She would try to befriend him.

“So, how can I help you today?”

“I need one of those over-the-counter emergency contraceptives…you know – the ‘B-pill’.”

“Sure not a problem at all, Maya. Let me just get one for you. Give me a moment.”



He went over to the shelf and picked up a ‘B-pill’ package. It annoyed Maya how there was so much packaging for a single pill.



Jake came back to ring her up and as he was doing so she sort of blurted out, “What time are you off work?”

Jake smiled and said, “In a couple of hours, why?”

“I’m meeting my boyfriend for dinner tonight. I can bring someone else along – so – you know – we can double date. Sound fun?”



Maya had no clue she was setting a friend up with a r****t. Maybe she would be saving her. The logic is - if she saw his face – she would then ‘know’ him thereby excluding her as a target. Who knows, right? We’ll see. Jake thought about it for a moment.



“Hmmm – yeah okay – I’m down. Where are we going?”

“Great. We’re going to ‘Stan’s Pizzeria’ – you know it?”

“I know it. Great mom-n-pop place.” Maya finished paying for the ‘B-pill’.”

“Okay. Let’s meet at – let’s say – around eight-ish”

“See you then. Bye for now. I can help the next person in line. “



Maya left the ‘d**g Store’ feeling content with herself. As she entered her car she got the water bottle from the passenger seat, opened up the ‘B-pill’ and swallowed it. She then went over to a nearby trashcan to discard the evidence. She felt no need to stir up drama at home. Now all she had to do was call a girlfriend and convince her to go out on a blind date with only a few hours notice. She thought of Paige. She was perfect because she was her exact opposite; she did not put out. Maya wanted to befriend Jake not set him up for some sort of booty call date. She called up Paige and after some protest got her to agree; Paige would meet them at the pizzeria. Maya went home to shower as she had the aroma of semen and sweat on her; it was faint but noticeable.





4 Paul



Paul was fat. He was rotund. He was a disgusting ball of flab. He didn’t give a shit. He lived every day to the fullest believing he was put on this earth to eat and fuck. Somehow, he was surprisingly ‘fit’ for a man of his size. Most people his size would be in the ring fighting a constant bout with depression. Not Paul. He liked being fat. He enjoyed all things big. Most of all he like fucking and being fucked by huge women. Yes, he enjoyed having a strap-on up his ass. He was sexually liberal to a near extreme. If you ever get the chance to engage in some voyeuristic type activity – have a look in on Paul while fucking one of his fat women. It’s like watching two continents collide. It’s great fun to watch. Paul was a black man – yes he carried a big black cock between his legs. It was enormous – just like Paul. He measured it once – a full twelve. The unfortunate thing was that being a man of his size he had trouble getting it up with ease. Not to worry, he always made sure to have ‘Blue’ with him at all times. The only time he ever went to the doctor was to get a prescription for his ‘Blue’ pills. You’re probably thinking – the commercials say – ‘to check with your doctor to see if your heart is strong enough for sexual activity’. Then you night also be thinking of Paul; a man carrying his weight must have a compromised heart thereby excluding said person from sexual activity. This was not true; Paul had a strong heart – for the most part. Even so, his doctor had recommended against sexual activity, as his numbers weren’t great. Paul did not give a fuck – so, he asked to sign a waiver. He was a difficult man to say no to – his persona was intimidating to most people.



His monthly ‘Blue’ prescription was called in to the ‘d**g Store’ about an hour earlier. Paul was in line at the pharmacy to pick up his pills. He picked up thirty at a time and always paid cash. You’re thinking those suckers are expensive; how does a fucking waiter afford paying cash for thirty pills of ‘Blue’ at one time. Paul would tell you to shut the fuck up. He would also add his reasoning of you don’t know him. Truth is, Paul pulled down a healthy income from his work as a server at the ‘Suicide’ along with his ‘behind-the-scenes’ duties. The money he made in tips in one night – alone – could equal that of an average weekly paycheck of most anyone. He was definitely not hurting for cash. Paul had his wireless headphones on – he loved listening to classical music. Strange, right? Paul was a quagmire within a mystery. You’re thinking; he’s huge – he must be stupid, right? Wrong – along with having a high IQ (tested and verified), he also had an extreme amount of ‘street’ smarts. He knew how ‘make that dolla’ – as he liked to put it. Paul was a huge man with huge ambitions. Well – sort of anyway. He had huge ambitions to live up to his purpose in life – to eat and fuck – but to do it in style. On top of that – he didn’t want to bust his ass working for meager pay. The job at the ‘Suicide’ was perfect for him; it gave him the income he needed to live the life he knew he was meant to have in this world. Lucky. In his mind, he had it all.



“Oh hey Paul, how can I help you today?”

Jake was working.

“What up, my cracka’. Yeah, I’m here to pick up my prescription. Doc called it in about – let’s see – shit – about an hour ago.”

“Okay, let me check on its status. One moment please, Paul.”

“Take yo’ time Jake. I ain’t in no hurry. Today is my da’ off. Say, hey when we gonna see you again at the Suicide. It’s been a while.”

Jake brought Paul his prescription and rang him up.

“Well, in fact I was planning on going over for a few drinks tonight with my girlfriend Paige and a couple others. You know one of em’ – Maya – she works there. She worked a morning shift today. “

“Oh right, Maya – the little Asian girl… hey what is she – Chinese?”

“No, Japanese.”

“No shit, I had no idea. Okay Jake, take care now. I’ll be seeing you. Late. Oh yeah – and have a bomb-ass time tonight, a’ight.”

“Okay, Paul. Will do. Tha