by Unknown
Laila regretted her past doings. It wasn’t even as if she stole anything valuable. Her dare was to steal a cherry-flavored lip salve. She could have bought one for 20 cents. But Tracy wouldn’t allow that. She had to steal it to be part of her gang. How could she have been so stupid? Why didn’t she just tell her to get lost?
She thought getting in Tracy’s gang was the end of all her problems, but it turned out to be the beginning of her worst ones. Her Aunt was devastated by her shoplifting conviction and not to mention the gossip in her high school.
Laila thought perhaps she should resign now? She could put the money for the dress in the cash register that afternoon and then hand over her notice in the evening….. But what would she do if she did resign? She wouldn’t get a job like this one again, that’s for sure. And the only reason she didn’t mention her record on the application form was because she knew the way other firms treated her when she did. As most firms were already prejudiced in hiring colored girls.
Whatever she did, she had to put the money in the register for the dress. She didn’t want to get Lamia into trouble. It had nothing to do with her or anyone else. It was her problem and she had to work it out herself.
With all these thoughts in her mind, Laila got back to her station to relieve Lamia who greeted her with a kind word.
“You are looking a bit better now. How are you feeling?” She asked her friend.
“Fine, thank you, it must have been all that rich food I ate last night. My stomach just isn’t used to it. You take your lunch break now, Lamia and thanks for covering for me. I do appreciate it, you know.” Laila lied trying to cover up her misery.
“Anything for you, boss! I’ll see you later.” Lamia said and made a hasty exit to the canteen, and it was Laila’s opportunity to open the cash register and put the money in with her fingers crossed that no one comes into the store while she was doing it. The job done she gave a great sigh of relief but it was going to leave her short for the rest of the week. But there was nothing else she could have done.
That evening Dave called in at her house as usual to take her out. “Hello, love, are you ready for the pictures? We haven’t got a lot of time you know.” He said trying to hurry her.
“Come in Dave, there’s something I have to tell you,” she said, hating to lie to Dave, but…”I’m sorry, Dave, but I haven’t left myself enough money for the pictures tonight. I under-estimated the electricity bill and had to make up the difference.”
“I don’t know how you run the dress boutique and do their accounts, but you can’t work out your own electricity meter….what am I going to do with you in future?” Dave said planting a gentle kiss on her cheeks.
“Well, I was hoping you’d join me for a quiet night in front of the idiot box, would that make up for missing the pictures.” She asked.
“Just as long as I am with you, dear, I don’t really care what we do.” Dave consoled her. But Laila had other thoughts in mind. She hated lying to Dave or keeping things back from him, but how could she tell him her dark secret from her past. She didn’t want to lose him over this… things were bad enough already.
“Cheer up Laila, I don’t mind missing a film now and then I’m just glad you put up with a boyfriend who is broke all the time.” Dave said.
“Putting up with you is very easy, Dave.” Laila said as Dave snuggled up close to her and started caressing her breasts and then slid his hand gently down, under Laila’s skirt to feel her pussy.
Laila very politely brushed his hand aside and said, “No, Dave, not tonight, I’m tempted, too, but I’m having my periods, maybe some other night.” She lied to him as she was so tensed and not in the mood for sex.
A fortnight later Tracy, the professional shop-lifter who was blackmailing Laila happened to walk into the dress boutique once again. “Hi! There, Laila! Still working here, are you?”
“No thanks to you, Tracy, and what are you doing here again? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?” Laila questioned her.
“I need a new coat, Laila, that’s why I’m here. Wrap this up for me, will you?” she demanded.
“A new coat? No. I will not wrap this up for you, This coat costs 170 dollars. I can’t put the money in the register for that.” Laila said.
“That’s your problem, Laila, not mine. All I know is that if you don’t wrap that coat up for me. I’m going to your boss right now. Would you like me to do that?” the girl asked. “And add a few of these things, too, to the bill.” Gathering the things the girl simply walked out of the boutique without looking back.
Lamia, who had witnessed all this silently approached her friend Laila. “I’m sorry, Laila, I saw everything that took place, that girl simply walked out without paying and you let her go, are you okay?” she questioned her friend.
“Why ask me?.....Oh, Lamia, I’m sorry.” She said in a trembling voice. “I’m not feeling well, I’d like to go home, will you cover up for me?”
“Go ahead, I’ll do that.” Lamia said and just after she left she walked into Miss. Devonheart’s office. “Can I have a word with you ma’am?”
“Yes, Lamia, what’s troubling you?” Miss. Devonheart asked.
“Nothing, but its Laila…. She is in some kind of trouble, there is a girl who comes to see her every other week and after she leaves Laila acts kind of jittery and funny.” Lamia said.
“Yes, I too noticed that, it’s not like Laila, in fact she has made quite a lot of blunders with the stock cards.” The boss lady informed Lamia. “Just find out what’s troubling her.”
That evening Lamia gave a call to Dave and explained everything to him and told him to get to the bottom of Laila’s troubles. “I certainly would do, Lamia, in fact I too find her acting kind of strange, these days.” Dave told her.
That very same evening Dave dropped in at Laila’s house and it was a kind of very cold welcome he received. “Hi! Love, what’s troubling you, I find you acting quite strange these days?” He told Laila.
“Why ask me?” It was the very same question she had asked Lamia earlier, and broke down in tears. But with a lot of persuasion Dave was able to get the full story of how she was being blackmailed by this strange vindictive girl.
The next day Dave met Miss. Devonheart and Lamia in the dress boutique and explained everything about Laila being blackmailed and the reason for her strange behavior.
“What a stupid girl she is, I thought she had a head above her shoulders and a girl with guts. Dave, tell her to lay off for a week till this whole thing is sorted out…. I will need your help to trap this girl, Dave,” she said, “And Lamia, can you identify this girl if you see her again?” the boss lady asked.
“Of course, Miss. Devonheart, In fact, I’m certain she will visit the shop on Thursday.” Lamia said.
“Well, then let her come and take whatever things she usually takes, we’ll nab her when she leaves, I will get a couple of police women to act as sales girls so that she can be caught red handed.” The boss lady said.
“It sounds like a brilliant idea, ma’am.” Dave confirmed. “But from all what I heard from Laila, she seems to be a very hard not to crack.”
The Trap
As planned the trap was laid and just as Lamia had predicted the hard nut girl walked into the boutique, and with a pre-planned signal Lamia informed the two plain clothed police women of the shoplifter’s presence.
In fifteen minutes the girl walked all over the shop and collected a whole heap of things and got them to be wrapped by one of the police women, acting as a sales girl. “You are not the girl who usually serves me, where is she then? Off ill?.... hand me those packages, I’m in a hurry, you can tell your girl, Laila to settle this bill for me.” She said and walked out.
The two plain clothed police women waited till the girl had stepped out of the boutique so that they could nab her outside on a charge of stealing goods from the store.
One of the police women approached her and addressed. “I’d like a word with you, if
you don’t mind. In fact. I think there are a lot of people here who would like a word with you, step this way to the office please.” She said leading hard nut Tracy to the office.
“Why should I? And who the hell are you to ask me to step into your blessed office?” the girl asked.
For an answer the plain clothed police woman dipped her hand into her pocket and came up with her police badge. “I’m a police woman and I am arresting you for shop lifting. If you want you will be given the privilege of retaining a lawyer to defend you, but for the moment I would strongly advise you to come with me without causing any trouble.”
Tracy was arrested and taken to the police station and was sure to be prosecuted and sentenced. Miss. Devonheart and Lamia were very pleased with the proceedings. Miss. Devonheart called Dave and asked him to inform Laila that she could resume work as usual the next day.
“I’m sure she will be thrilled with the good news.” Dave informed the boss lady.
“I hope she does not do any more stupid things like this.” Miss. Devonheart said.
“You’ll have to excuse her ma’am; she is a good girl but a scared one, scared because she feels that the whole world is prejudiced against colored girls.”
“That’s a very silly thought, well, what has happened has happened let us look at the bright side of things and work sensibly in future.” The boss lady said.
Dave went to see Laila that evening and…. “Dave, I think I must tell you that I’m a no good girl for you. You know, I have a police record….” She was not able to continue.
“Will you please shut up and let me come in, I have a message for you from Miss. Devonheart, she wants you to report to work as usual…. And as for me I don’t care if you are the worst criminal in this world, whether you are black, white or yellow. I still love you. Please get that into your thick head.” Dave told her.
“Oh, Dave, how could I ever thank you for all what you have done for me.” Laila said throwing her arms round Dave and kissing him all over his face.
“Well! For a starter you could let me continue with what I started a couple of nights before.” He told her and led her towards the bedroom and Laila followed him docilely.
The Romantic Celebration
“Dave, Dave. I’m so confused,” Laila moaned. Her legs were trembling with shock, and she sank to the bed. Dave sprawled beside her. He knew the worst was over, and if he didn’t succeed in what he was trying to do, at least he’d managed to get her past the worst of her fear. His hand grasped her smooth thigh and slid up under her skirt.
“Damn it, Dave, cut that out! Did you already forget what I told you the other night?” she asked.
“Yes, about you having your periods, Laila, you are a despicable liar, how many periods are you having for a month?.... I know you refused me then because you were stressed but now there’s nothing to bother you.” He said. “I didn’t forget how you looked naked, and how I kissed your pussy, and how you sucked me off when I was so horny.” He paused, wanting to put it just right. “Laila, you think it’s easy for a man? And if his own girl won’t help him, out…” He looked down pointedly at the bulge in his crotch.
Laila knew she’d been outsmarted. “I don’t know,” she said wearily. “Give me a hand up, Dave, let’s go back to bed.” Dave pulled her to her feet and forward, his hands sliding up under her skirt. Her soft brown skin was warm and silky, and he pushed his fingers under the bands of her panties. Laila moaned as he tightened his grip on her and rubbed her highly excited dripping pussy. She never could say no to Dave.
“Please Dave, help me be strong,” she pleaded. “Don’t let me have to live with the thought that I have a police record.” Laila continued. “Please, Dave, I’m begging you. My conscience will never give me peace again.”
“Bullshit!....Laila will you for God’s sake forget the past and live the present.” He chided her. He stood and took off his pants. “Look at that, Laila, look at what you do to me!” His erect dick jerked upward as he spoke, growing longer and fatter. The foreskin was drawn back over the knob, which glistened with cream.
Laila couldn’t help herself, not after that. His darling cock drew her like a magnet. Her hands clasped its warm living flesh and pumped, a thumb running lightly over the moist head. She went limp as he helped her take off her clothes, and pushed her back on the bed. A wild emotion filled her mind, a dark dangerous yearning.
Dave carefully fitted his cockhead into the moist folds of her labia, and then with an ecstatic sigh, fell forward on her heaving. His chest felt firm and thrilling against her soft billowy boobs. His hips ground into her, as his fat erect cock glided into her swollen, slick clit. Oh, God. It felt so good, sooo good.
His head was spinning with pleasure from the steamy tight womb closing around his stiff rod. He felt manlier than ever because he’d convinced and won, and that was half the pleasure.
He lunged in and out easily. Laila let him get his penis thoroughly coated in her juices, thoroughly hot involved in his pumping.
“Wait a minute, Dave,” she gasped.
“What now?” He still suspected her of rejection. Hoping against hope that she would accept him for better or for worse.
“There’s a better way. Let me up, honey, just for a minute. Honest, I’m not fooling you!” Breathing heavily, she turned on her hands and knees, presenting her voluptuous ass to him. “Get in me from behind now, honey, hurry!” The posture she took simply bewitching.
Dave fumbled around spreading the cheeks of her enticing pussy. Laila was so impatient, she could hardly stand it. She reached back and with her own hands spread her clitoral walls.
“Damn it! Put it in my hole, baby! Screw me hard and fast.” Laila pleaded relaxing her tight clitoral muscles until the plump knob penetrated her deep. She groaned as she felt the hot rod, and bucked up against him.
“All the way, Dave, all the way,” she moaned. He grabbed her by the hip and bored in enthusiastically, finding it easy to penetrate Laila’s vagina.
“Aaaagggghhh! Aaawwww!” she began to shake and yell, as violent orgasms swept through her. Dave felt as if his prick was caught in a velvet-lined mixing machine! Every little twitch of her voluptuous buttocks shot right through him, tingling clear down to his toes. Her muscles screwed tightly around his stiff and erect penis and then relaxed, in wild spasm of climax.
“Don’t stop now!” she almost screamed. “Harder, pump harder!” and then she felt his warm milky juice fill her. His hot semen splattered deep in her vagina.
Laila rolled over with a sigh. “It’s really cold now,” she said. “And late, we’d better get something to eat.” As she got up and padded her way towards the kitchen exhibiting her voluptuous colored butt Dave who simply grinned with pleasure.
At midnight neither one of them had stopped talking. Laila said, “Do you realize that in the last three hours we’ve figured out everything we’re going to do, even the way we’re going to decorate the boutique?”
They both laughed and Laila glanced at the clock. “Look at the time. Why don’t you spend the night?”
“Okay,” Dave agreed. “I better.”
After a long interval, during which she discovered what had been missing in Dave’s passionate love making….only one thing, but it was the one thing that counted most….Dave said, “I guess we’d better get married.”
Laila said. “Thank you for being so kind and thoughtful about me!”
Dave wasn’t being kind, he was telling the truth. Laila was a nice girl, and he was lucky to have found her. Which goes to show that, in love, the nice girl doesn’t have to end up last.
Bonus Books
Dance with Me
Description
Chloe’s dream is to be a famous dancer, and a 5 day dance competition in Los Angeles is the key to a whole new world for her. Over these five days Chloe has to learn about her strengths and weaknesses. Her handsome but egotistical dance partner, Evan, isn’t making it any easier for Chloe. Finding herself pushing
her body, mind, and soul to their limits, Chloe learns that dance is about a lot more than competition.
Chapter 1
Chloe nervously placed her nametag on her shirt, looking around the room at the other contestants. She took a deep breathe, having a hard time believing that she had finally made it. The National Art of Dance Competition, she thought to herself, excitement flowing freely through her. Over the next five days she would be matched with a partner, get lessons from famous choreographers, and end it all with a national dance competition.
Chloe looked down at her itinerary, scanning over her schedule for the week. She would be meeting her partner soon, and she couldn’t help but worry she might not end up with someone she liked. Chloe shook her head and reminded herself that she has had countless dance partners over the years, real talent doesn’t depend on someone else.