Lunchtime Chronicles: Fresh Meat

by L. Loren

  “Smoke! What are you doing? The prize was $200! I could have easily won. Look at those girls up there.”

  “You need $200, ask your man for it. Don’t get up on some stage and show off my tits to these hounds.”

  “Oh, so you’re my man, now?”

  “Damn right. I just fucking claimed your wild little ass.”

  I smacked her on the ass to emphasize my point, which caused her to giggle.

  “Fine. I’ve been claimed! Can you put me down now? And for the record, I didn’t need the $200. I just thought it would be fun to win the contest.”

  “I got something fun for you.”

  I didn’t put her down. Just kept walking with her draped over my shoulder, until I reached the alley on the side of the building. I had to admit, her little stunt was a turn on. When we reached a spot where no one could see us, I lifted her off my shoulder and leaned her against the wall, unbuttoning those short shorts she had on. My hand was inside her lacy panties and fingering her piercing in seconds.

  “This is mine. Got it. These tits are mine.” I bit each one pulling on the nipples through her slightly wet shirt. “If you are going to show them in public, I am going to punish you.”

  “And just what is my... Oh, fuck Smoke do that again.”

  “That’s right babe. You take this punishment without that smart lip of yours flapping. Got it?”

  “Yes baby. Whatever you want. Just don’t stop.”

  I lowered her shorts and helped her kick one leg out before removing my cock from my jeans. I strapped up and then shoved him home. She felt so good. Some people say all pussy is the same. They couldn’t be more wrong. Bird’s pussy was like no other I had experienced. It was a combination of things. Her sweet scent and unique flavor that I missed having on my tongue. I would get to that later. Right now I needed to fuck her. She was so wet and the way her walls squeezed my cock was like it was custom made for him. The icing on the cake was that enticing piercing. I’d kill a man over this nectar.

  I fucked my pussy hard and fast. The sense of urgency was overwhelming. I couldn’t explain the need I had for her, but it was strong and unyielding. I kissed her to mute her screams of pleasure. Bird was clawing at the cotton of my t-shirt like a mad woman. Her juices were all over the front of my jeans and I gave not one fuck.

  “Damn, Bird, you got the best pussy on earth. I can’t get enough of you, babe.”

  The way she met me stroke for stroke was phenomenal. I had her lifted against the wall, and even though she was suspended in the air, her hips thrust and circled with gusto. She trusted me not to drop her. I could tell her need to come was at a critical level. Her speed increased, so I increased mine. When I dipped my thumb in her juices and flicked her clit she exploded. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she started shaking like she was having a seizure. It was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed.

  “Fuck me Smoke. Shit! Shiiiit! SHIT!”

  Soon after Baby Bird flew over the cuckoo’s nest, I followed with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. I pulled out, placed her feet on the ground and collapsed against her, pressing her body against the brick wall.

  “My god, Bird, that was religious!”

  She giggled as she ran her hot hand up my sweaty back. I kissed the top of her head as I attempted to catch my breath.

  “Bow down, bitch!”

  “What?”

  “You should see your face!”

  The woman started laughing uncontrollably. It was the moment I fell in love with her. I grabbed her pretty face and kissed her hard. I released her just as a door from one of the businesses in the alley flew open. Bird struggled to get her foot back into her short, hopping around on one leg and stage whispering for me to help her. I had my own situation going, trying to put my cock back into my jeans and zip up. Suddenly a man stepped out of the door and started screaming at us, waving a broom around like we were stray cats hanging about his building.

  “What the hell is going on out here? I hate bike week! Every year some nasty biker brings some nasty woman back here to screw. I should just paint a mural on the side of the building that says, ‘Fuck Here’ with an arrow pointing.”

  That was one mad man. Bird and I started laughing as we ran down the alleyway and onto the street. She was still adjusting her top when we heard the door slam shut.

  “Oh my goodness! What’s got his tail up?”

  I curved my hand over her ass as I whispered, “This ass will have any man’s tail up, baby.”

  She smacked me on the arm and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. I wanted more but the street was too crowded to pull her in and kiss her deeply. As I smiled down at my lady, the voice that haunted my worst nightmares echoed through the air causing my heart to stop for a brief second. It couldn’t be! But it was. Amanda “Messy Mandy” Murphy, the nosiest woman on the planet and the bane of my existence. Why was she here?

  Chapter 7

  Cinta

  “

  Babe, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

  “Naw, Bird it’s much worse. I see a troll.”

  Ouch!

  “Oh, my god! Smoke that was mean.”

  I couldn’t believe he was being so rude. I had never seen Smoke be anything except respectful unless he was mad. There was a story there and I planned to get to the bottom of it. I looked up and saw the princess of gab getting off her bike. Okay then! I see you girl.

  “Oh look, it’s Messy Mandy! I didn’t know she rode bikes.”

  She was wearing hot pink and gray, which complemented her wine-colored tresses. Her leather jacket had a patch on the back that said Lady Guardians Motorcycle Club. Well alright, sis. We made eye contact, and I thought I saw recognition register in her bright eyes.

  Before I could speak, Smoke snagged my hand and started running in the opposite direction, pulling me along with him. What in the entire fuck? The man was a loose cannon. It was one thrilling adventure being with him, that was for sure. We ducked into this little bakery/café and sat in a booth. Smoke intentionally settled with his back facing the window.

  “If you see that Mandy chick coming, let me know immediately.”

  “Um, was that really necessary? What is really going on? Why are you running from Messy Mandy? How do you even know her?”

  He had this look of regret in his eyes, like he was scared to tell me something. Then the he tried to flip it on me. You know how men do when they don’t want to lie to you, so they try to be slick and turn the conversation around on you. Un huh.

  “No, how do you know her?”

  I looked at Smoke like he was crazy. Is this really what we were doing? Okay, I’ll play along for now.

  “Mandy went to Sinclair State University, like I did. She is a lot older than me, but she was legendary on campus. Everyone knows her. Plus, her homegirl, Deja runs the N2U Dating website that I use.”

  “You mean used to use! You’ll be deleting that as soon as I get you to a computer.”

  “Whatever, Smoke. I’m not even thinking about another man.”

  “Good, then you won’t mind deleting your account. I mean delete, not disable.”

  What had gotten into him? I was not about to be one of those women who ‘obeyed’ their man. I did what I wanted. Maybe I wanted to delete my profile. Maybe I didn’t. Only time would tell.

  “You putting a ring on this finger?” I held up my left hand and pointed to my ring finger. Don’t think I was serious because I was not. We had only known each other a day or two, but the way he looked at me said it might be an option.

  “I just might. You deleting that account?”

  “Yeah, yeah, but first you need to explain to me how you know Mandy, while you’re sitting here trying to tell me what to do.”

  He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. I had not seen him look less confident than he did in that moment. Was he dating Mandy? Or worse, was he married, and she knew his wife. All I knew was he better
start talking or face my wrath.

  “Mandy is my nemesis.”

  What the? Oh, now I got it. In all the fun and drama that was going on, I had forgotten that Smoke was really Garrett Sutherland, superstar. Only he didn’t know that I knew. This was going to be interesting. Was he going to be honest with me?

  “What do you mean?

  “I’m not a real biker. I mean, I ride bikes and I am really in a bike club, but I don’t spend a majority of my time in the lifestyle. My real name is Garrett Sutherland and I‘m an actor.”

  He paused waiting for a surprised look that never came. I smiled at him and rolled my eyes.

  “Yeah, I know. Continue.”

  “You know? Who told you?

  Now it was my turn to breathe deeply.

  “Smoke, I knew who you were when we did the carpool karaoke. Your eyes and voice gave you away.”

  “Well, why didn’t you say something?”

  “It wasn’t important. You introduced yourself to me as Smoke, so that was who you were. I don’t care about your status. What I cared about was getting to know you, maybe getting my back cracked and having some fun for the week. I had no idea I would really like you.”

  “Like? You can do better than that.”

  “I could probably do better if you tell me first.”

  “Bird stop fishing. You know you love me.”

  “You started the fishing expedition first.”

  “So anyway, I am doing undercover research for my upcoming movie role. The only people in the club who know are Ace and Mouse. I can’t let it get out until after the film wraps, maybe not even then. Mandy has written some nasty pieces on her website about my life. I can’t stand that woman. It’s like she can smell when I’m happy and tries to ruin it. She can definitely smell a story, so I don’t need her on my trail.”

  “Well, I guess we need to avoid her for the rest of the week.

  As I looked up, I saw a man and his daughter walking by the window. He was holding her hand and she was looking at him like he was a god. In that moment I missed my daddy so much it brought tears to my eyes.

  “Whoa, what just happened? You were fine a second ago. What’s with the waterworks?”

  “I just saw that man and his daughter walking by, and it made me think of my dad and me. He is truly my best friend. We are so close, but my mom has poisoned him against me. He’s not even taking my calls.”

  “What do you mean he’s not taking your calls?”

  “Just that. The line will ring, and I’m sent to voicemail. I have left him a ton of messages since my mom put me out, but he hasn’t called me back. It’s so unlike him. Daddy always takes my calls even when he’s in a meeting. I think he blocked my number.”

  He thrust his phone at me. “Well, here, use mine.”

  I hesitantly took his phone and placed the call. Daddy picked up on the first ring.

  “Landon Olson.”

  “Daddy?”

  “Cinta, is that you? What number are you calling me from? Where are you? I have been looking for you everywhere. Why haven’t you called me?”

  “I did call you. I left about a zillion messages. I thought you blocked me.”

  “Baby girl, I never received any messages from you. Why did you move away from home without talking to me first? You know I would have taken care of everything for you. I would have at least got you an apartment or something. I can’t have my baby living in a hotel.”

  “Daddy, what are you talking about. I thought you were mad at me.”

  “Well, who told you that?”

  “Your wife.”

  “You mean your mother?”

  I cleared the frog from my throat before responding. He noticed the pause and questioned me.

  “Cinta, what happened? The other night you were fine. No mention of moving or anything and then out of the blue your room is empty and you’re living in this hotel with the stupid pink name all the way in Daytona Beach.”

  “You really don’t know?”

  “Cinta, you know me better than that. Where the hell are you, Baby girl? I need to lay eyes on you. See for myself that you’re alright, especially after what your aunt just told me.”

  I rolled my eyes at that statement. There was no telling what that woman made up to tell Daddy.

  “I’m in a café down the street from the Pink Sugar.”

  “I’ll meet you in the lobby in ten. Don’t make me wait too long. Oh, and I need to meet this biker you’ve been running all over town with. I assume he’s there with you?”

  “Yes, he’s here.”

  “Good. Bring him with you. Ten minutes, Cinta.”

  Exactly ten minutes later, Smoke and I walked into the lobby of the Pink Sugar holding hands. I was nervous, but Smoke promised me everything would be okay. As soon as Daddy saw me, he stood and held out his arms for me to come to him. I looked at Smoke to let him know I wasn’t going far, but that was my father and I was going to him. He nodded his understanding and my dad’s eyebrows furrowed.

  “Baby girl, come give your daddy some love.”

  Dragging Smoke across the room with me, I let go of his hand when I reached my father and fell into his arms. He picked me up like he always did and twirled me around. After planting a kiss on my forehead, he stood back and looked at me with discerning eyes.

  “You look different Baby girl. Something in you has changed. What happened?”

  Daddy knew me better than anyone. He could always tell when my spirit was off. This time, though, I didn’t think he was ready for the outcome. I reached for Smoke and introduced the men in my life to each other.

  “Daddy, this is Smoke. He and I are...”

  “Yea, I know what the two of you are doing. I can smell it on you. Next time please shower before coming to see me.”

  Ooops. I didn’t have a chance to freshen up. My bad. I tucked my head and blushed. No girl wants her daddy to know she’s been fucking right before seeing him. Smoke had this weird energy about him, but he didn’t move away. In fact, he reached out to shake hands with Daddy.

  “Mr. Olson. It is a pleasure.”

  “I’m sure the pleasure was all yours. Forgive me if I don’t shake hands. I don’t even want to think about where your hands have been.”

  “Daddy!”

  “What? No shade. I would just rather not have my only daughter’s essence on my hand. Shoot me.”

  “Daddy that’s just nasty.”

  “I agree. Like I said, next time we see each other you need to be fresh out the shower.”

  Smoke shook his head and chuckled a bit, much to Daddy’s annoyance. He spotted a few of his friends from the club and went to hang out with them while I spoke with my dad. I promised to call when we were done. He pulled me in for a kiss and then realized what he was doing. At the last second, he kissed my forehead, gave me a quick squeeze and strolled away.

  “That boy looks a lot like that actor Garrett Sutherland. You know the one you’re gaga over. Is that why you’re with him?”

  “Actually Daddy, that is Garrett. You have to promise to keep his secret. Nobody around here knows it’s him. He’s researching a movie role.”

  “Hot damn! My baby caught her a superstar. Is he nice to you, Cinta? You know that’s all I care about.”

  “Yes, Daddy. He’s been great. Especially after what happened with your wife and her sister earlier today.”

  I went on to explain what happened, starting with the morning when my mom apparently lied to me about him wanting me out of the house. The woman was eviler than I gave her credit for. She not only lied about Daddy being mad, she blocked my number on his phone without his knowledge, she manipulated me into coming down here to be a slave for my aunt.

  Apparently, Babydoll had no intention of paying me a full wage. She and my mother plotted to treat me like a sharecropper, tricking me into an indentured servitude type of deal. They had to know I would never go for that. Both of them were big mad when I took up with Smoke, throwing a wrench
in their plan.

  “Daddy, your wife...”

  “Your mother.”

  “Nope! Not anymore. She’s dead to me. The woman actually told me she hated me. She even had the nerve to call me a prostitute, asking me how much Smoke paid me to have sex with him.”

  “She did what? I am going to kill that...”

  Daddy stopped talking. His face was flushed, and his breathing was erratic. I had never seen him this angry. He looked at me with the saddest eyes I had seen besides my own. He took my hand, not caring where it had been, and leaned in to talk to me.

  “Cinta, I need to tell you something. This is all my fault. Please know I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to give you the family you deserved. I had no idea she would harbor so much resentment towards you.”

  “Daddy, what are you talking about?’

  “Diane is not your real mother. Your mother died in childbirth. She was my mistress. I loved you, so I brought you home from the hospital to live with me and my wife. She promised me she would love you like her own, but I knew it was a lie. Over the years it became more and more apparent. I guess I overcompensated by doting on you. That caused even more problems between us, but if I had known. Baby girl, please forgive me. I should have raised you on my own, but I loved my wife. She promised me.”

  I sat there in utter disbelief. Why had they allowed me to go my entire twenty-five years thinking this horrible woman was my mother? No wonder she hated me. I would hate me too. I don’t think I could have stayed with a man who brought home another woman’s baby for me to raise. Smoke better not show up with any extra children.

  “Cinta, I am sorry. I can’t begin to understand what you must be going through right now, but I promise I am here. I am never leaving you. Diane, on the other hand, is another story. I am going to call my lawyer as soon as I return home and begin divorce proceedings. I can’t be with such a vindictive woman.”

  I shook my head and placed my hand on his. He was dead ass wrong and was about to compound the problem with a divorce. This was his doing, for the most part. I still hated the bitch, but she had reasons for doing what she did. Love and envy are strange bedfellows.