by Cortney Gee
"Hey, Papa!" Anna exclaimed as she hugged me, pressing her perfect 36C breasts against me. "I've missed you so much," she said, gazing deeply into my eyes.
"I've missed you too, baby," I responded just before she kissed me fully in the mouth.
Anna offered me entrance into her home and before I closed the door behind me, she had untied her robe and presented her naked self to me.
"Why don't you show me how much you missed me?" She directed me, walking into the bedroom and laying across the California King sized bed.
I kneeled before her and wrapped her legs around my shoulders. I was taking my time, admiring her well-shaven twat when she pleaded that I stop teasing her and get to it. As directed, I buried my face into her sweet femininity. Anna bucked as I darted my tongue in and out of her moist hole.
"Ooh, baby, it's been too long, don't make Mamma wait like this again."
I kept applying pleasurable pressure as I sucked and licked her center until she came in violent waves. Quivering and trying to catch her breath, Anna rolled over and curled into the fetal position.
In my normal, slow deliberate fashion, I took care to fold my pants and hang them and my shirt over the chair that stood before her makeup mirror. Anna patiently watched me go about my ritual, knowing that once I finished I would be pouncing on her like a tiger upon its prey.
I walked over to the bed and stood before her, trying to decide which method of attack I would deploy upon her. Anna had tired of waiting on my decision, and made my mind up for me by placing my engorged rod into her wanting mouth. She was masterful with her oral skills and loved taking me in fully, then releasing my member so that I could marvel at her sloppy wet work.
Anna stroked and jerked my dick as she moved her head up and down my shaft like a piston in a 357-short block. I was nearing orgasm and so not to blow my load, I thought of an impossible math equation to block out the release that Anna was so eagerly trying to suck out of me.
I gently directed her onto her back and placed myself between her parted legs. I guided my tool into her and Anna arched her back and raised her legs giving me full access.
"Get it, Papa, it's your pussy," she squealed as I pummeled her womanhood. I would like to say that it was a sexual marathon and I had been a world class distance fucker, but that would be lying to myself and disrespecting the wonderful chemistry Anna and I shared.
"I'm cumming!" I grunted as I released my seed deep into her.
Anna wrapped her legs around me tightly as my hot offerings jolted inside her.
It took Anna a few seconds to catch her breath. "Wow Daddy, you really did miss me, huh?"
I lay there motionless, still inside her until my failing erection made it where I could no longer hold residence within her sugar walls.
"Wow!" was all I could muster to say.
"You still haven't told me how much you missed me," she said playfully.
"I would like to think my silence and loud actions would have spoken volumes to you about how much you've been missed," I said, kissing her on her forehead. Rolling off of her, I asked, "What are you doing home today anyway?"
"My punk ass manager Randy has been cutting my hours. He's been giving them to another girl because she's willing to fuck his crab ass and I refuse to," she told me.
"So what are you going to do about finances?" I asked, seeing the perfect opportunity to share my scheme to include her in on the hustle.
"I don't know, Papa. I was hoping that you would be a sweetie and help me out."
It was then when I realized that Anna was gaming me just as much as I had been planning to game her. I didn't get mad at her for asking for a loan because Anna was giving the wares to me that could've bought her favor with her manager.
I got out of the bed and reached into my pants pocket and removing what was left of the five-thousand-dollar bankroll I always kept on me. I peeled her off fifteen hundred dollar bills and gave them to her.
"Oh my God, Cameron. I don't know what to say."
"Thank you will suffice," I replied, coolly sounding like Lance on the day when he turned me out.
"Of course, thank you, baby. Thank you and thank Jesus for your generosity."
"It's nothing, really." I paused as if I was giving something a little thought. "You know I can make it where Randy giving you a hard time wouldn't trouble you at all."
"Oh Cameron, I couldn't keep taking money from you. I don't even know when I'll be able to return this to you."
I shrugged. "Don't think of it as a loan, but as a cash advance on a business venture we're about to embark on."
I asked her the same questions Lance had asked me initially about her account's standing at the bank. She assured me that she wasn't overdrawn and she didn't have any checks out that would cause a problem.
While we talked, I could feel a change happening inside of me.
I was moving up the food chain.
No longer was I the hunted, but the hunter.
As this feeling surged through me, I forgave Lance. There was no way the deer could be mad at the bear that kills it. The bear was only doing what bears do.
Anna was aroused by my generosity and the possibility of future riches. She climbed on top, straddled me and ground herself into my groin until she stimulated me enough for penetration. We continued to make love until after 6 pm when I hoped the traffic would have broken down and I could easily maneuver my way back home.
CHAPTER TEN
I walked into my apartment with Karen asking too many questions at one time for me to answer.
"Why did the police stop you? Why did they have guns out? Is that the kind of thing you want our sons to see?" And then before I could answer, she switched up. "Where have you been? Did you get the scripts to Lisa? Does she like them?"
"Are you going to give me a chance to speak or you going to keep bumping your gums?" I asked her even though I knew it was ignorant as fuck to answer a question with a question.
But seeing that Karen had belted me with about seven in a row, I was sure I wouldn't be judged for my question.
Finally, she calmed down enough to let me talk.
I put down my computer bag, gave the twins a high-five, and requested that she follow me into our room. I removed a bunch of clothes and a shoebox that I had in front of my safe, dialed the combination, and revealed its contents.
Karen's eyes got wide. "Oh my, God, Cameron, where did all this money come from?"
"Lance and I haven't been preparing for any tour, that's for sure," I replied smugly.
I explained to her the dirty dealings that I had been party to. Of course, she was concerned; she loved me and I respected the fact that she didn't want to be co-parenting with me from San Quentin.
"Look," I began. "I think our place has gotten hot. Five-oh can come here whenever they feel the need."
I had brought a newspaper home with me, gave it to Karen, and instructed her to look for a house with an option to buy.
I had two hundred thousand dollars in cash but there was no way I could drop that kind of cash and not raise eyebrows.
"We'll piece off the loot in increments," I told Karen as she still looked at me in bewilderment.
I tried to console her the best I could. I was sure my desire to bust a quick move didn't help in comforting her, but I was hoping the knowledge that we weren't living hand-to-mouth might calm her anxiety.
"So you weren't going to tell me? Well, not until the police pulled you over?"
"I kept trying to find a proper way so that you wouldn't worry about me and you wouldn't become paranoid. Believe me I've been wanting to," I told her, wanting to give her a good reason for my negligence.
Karen thought about what I said and finally agreed that she would have been a nervous wreck and that would have made it virtually impossible for me to hustle with her in my ear.
"I tell you what...how about you call in sick tomorrow, we narrow down some homes, and we'll see what we can agree on." I hoped that the chance a
t a day off and me playing family man would ease her mind.
"Okay, that sounds good. I could use a day away from that hospital. Cameron, you're lucky I didn't know about all this money or else, I would've been quit."
I pretty much had already figured that out. Basically, that was why I hadn't shown her the money. We needed a legitimate check coming into the house in case we were ever questioned.
Malcolm and Martin were outside our bedroom door making a mess of noise. "We're hungry, what's for dinner?" they asked.
I knew I was still on the hook for the promised pizza and ice cream, and as far as they were concerned, if I wasn't in jail I needed to pay up.
"So you guys still open to pizza?" I asked them as I opened the door.
To my surprise, neither one of them wanted pizza anymore, but they were trying to decide between Carl's Jr. or Jack-in-the-Box. I tried to explain that essentially both were the same. I made the choice of Carl's Jr. because of the proximity to the apartment. I assured them that they could order whatever fancied them on the menu.
"So we don't have to order from the kid’s menu?"
"Not unless you want to. I figure you two have outgrown the kid’s menu," I told them, giving credit to my four-year-old boys for being taller than anyone their age. With me and Karen as their parents, I figured they would be well over six feet tall by the time they made it into junior high.
We all piled into Karen's forest green Toyota Land Cruiser that I had got for a steal at Statewide, and we headed out to get six million dollar burgers.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lance had changed the game up a bit once we enlisted Anna onto the team. No longer were we dealing with anyone walking into banks. Anna wasn't comfortable with walking into financial institutions, and I, for one, couldn't blame her. She didn't have the entertainment angle to use as a ruse like Lance and I did. With Chris out of action and possibly down for the count, Lance concocted a scheme that would take us to Las Vegas for a weekend, pulling down the money by taking cash advances against her debit card and gambling at the crap tables.
With Karen and the twins tucked away at a new place in a Canoga Park cul de sac, everything was all good.
Karen was busy, preoccupied with furnishing the house and turning it into a home, so she didn't have time to harass me about my whereabouts. It didn't hurt that I had given her the combination to the safe as a show of good faith. She was secure in knowing that if I did run into trouble, she and the twins would be more than provided for.
I was glad that Lance decided on Las Vegas as our new job location. I was in need of a vacation because Lisa had me toiling over the Cheers script. I had been writing and rewriting per Lisa’s input and after three weeks of labor, I had a polished script that she and I agreed was ready to turn over to Grace Wu.
Lisa was a visionary and she finally had me seeing my potential as a staff writer. I had bought into her vision so much that I approached the task as if I was getting a paycheck.
Still, I was happy when Lance purchased roundtrip tickets on Southwest Airlines for our party of four. Lance decided that he would bring along his Valley girl, Gwen. At first I was opposed to taking Gwen with us. Lance convinced me it was copacetic, saying she was on the team serving the same duties as Anna, but instead of just getting paid off my Mexican companion, I would also get coin off of Lance's light-skinned beauty.
I had to admit Gwen was fine as frog's hair. She stood 5'2 and she was that kinda thick that made men do double takes to convince themselves her juicy round ass was real.
For all of Gwen's magnificence below her waist, she was only fairly blessed in the breast department. I found it fun to chide Lance about making babies with this one. Not only did Gwen's body look like one baby could ruin everything, but the fact that both Gwen and Lance were light bright and almost white, their offspring could possibly come out transparent.
When I picked up Anna from her apartment, she was decked out in a yellow sundress with deep red roses splashed all over it. Her pouty mouth was adorned with ruby red lipstick that matched the leather clutch she held and the high heels she wore.
"Papa, I'm so happy to be able to get away with you. As much as I'm cool with our situation, it tugs at my heart for you to leave me after making love to you." She placed a kiss on me while I put her luggage in my trunk.
"Yeah I know, sweetie, and don't think for one minute I like bouncing either," I assured her as I opened the passenger door so she could slide her sexy ass into the XJS.
From her words, I knew what we had was running on borrowed time, but I expected nothing but a good time while in Vegas seeing that she would have me all to herself and she stood to clear ten thousand dollars for her part in our casino scheme.
Anna's residence was mere minutes from the airport so we arrived there in an instant. I dropped her off with the luggage and parked the car. By the time I returned, she was at the front of the line. The cheerful skycap took our bags after checking our IDs and we headed to security. To my delight, the line was light and we breezed through.
I was looking for Lance and Gwen as we made our way to the departure gate. I had already informed Anna of Gwen's icy treatment toward me. I passed it off as her not agreeing with me having a family and a Mexican mistress.
"She probably harbors feelings for you and instead of expressing them, she acts them out negatively."
"Well that doesn't make good sense; Lance is quite the ladies man."
"And so are you. Trust me, Cameron, I know women. I'm one, I know how we think."
I was pondering the things Anna had told me when I saw Lance and Gwen approaching us.
"Mr. Bernard, are you and your friend ready to get this easy money?" Lance asked.
"Does a hog love slop? Does a cat chase a mouse? Fuck yeah, we ready!" I replied.
Lance laughed and then introduced the ladies. "Gwen, this is Anna, Anna, this is Gwen."
Gwen lifted her sunglasses from her eyes and placed them on top of her head. "Hey Anna, I'm pleased to meet you," she said so pleasantly I almost lost my balance. I was shocked that Gwen was so friendly. I chalked it up to Lance telling her to dead the fucked-up attitude for the sake of good business.
I laughed to myself with the thought of how money could change anyone's attitude. Seeing that Gwen was cool with a cease -fire, I wasn't about to continue with a war.
"Hey Gwen, good to see you; you look marvelous today," I said, not lying one bit.
She was clad in a jogging suit that hugged every curve she owned and like I said before, Gwen owned curves that would make a winding highway envious.
She thanked me for the compliment and we all went back and forth admiring each other as we waited to board the plane. Lance had grown tired of the faux love fest and gave the girls the rundown on how to handle our business again.
"For the next three days, you ladies are going to keep going to the cashier's cage and getting two-thousand-dollar cash advances. You'll gamble a small amount on the table and slots, so you won't draw attention to yourselves."
"But won't they have a limit for how much we can draw out?" Anna asked.
"The beauty of Vegas is its greed. You can bleed yourself dry there and no one cares. As a matter of fact, Vegas is the type of city that banks on you leaving it all there," he assured them.
"From what I understand, you and I just have to look pretty and get paid, sweetie, and we already have pretty down pat," Gwen told Anna giving her another compliment.
Finally, we boarded the plane, and before I could order my second Jack Daniels and more peanuts, we landed at McLaren Airport. As soon as we departed the aircraft, Lance walked over to one of the slot machines in the concourse, dropped in some money, and pulled the handle. All the lights on the machine illuminated and the chimes whistled as it vomited out a shitload of coins.
We were ecstatic, though the person who had just given up on the machine threw dagger-like looks at us as we celebrated.
"Cameron, this is going to be one boss of a
weekend, my man," Lance exclaimed as he gathered his winnings and put another dollar into the machine that yielded no return.
I looked at him puzzled. "Why the fuck did you do that?"
"Everyone's good luck in this city starts from another's misfortune. I just gave back to be a blessing to the next man."
We went to baggage claim and retrieved our luggage. After obtaining all of our things, we exited the airport to hail a cab.
Oh my goodness! The heat was on hell! It seized my throat in a chokehold, making it hard to breathe.
"Damn, it's hot enough for shade to look for shade," Lance said as he looked at the display which showed that the temperature was well above 100 degrees.
The girls were too excited to allow the heat to affect their spirit.
We found a cabbie who was more than happy to put us in his air-conditioned van and take us to our destination, The Stratosphere Casino and Hotel.
It wasn't directly on the strip nor was it as gaudy as The Mirage or Caesar’s Palace, but what it did offer was a crap-less dice game that Lance and I couldn't wait to try.
If there was one thing that Lance had schooled me to more than style and fraudulent savvy, it was how to masterfully toss and control dice. Lance didn't teach me to shake them up and sling them or have some cutie blow on them, but how to specifically toss and control the revolution of the die as the pair left the grasp of your fingers and thumb.
Lance was so absorbed in the game that he had a room in his condo dedicated to craps. He had an actual casino-sized table. Sometimes when we had time to kill between hustles or comedy spots, I would meet him at his North Hollywood residence and soak up as much knowledge as he was willing to share. Lance was an ocean to my sponge, not only did he teach me how to dominate the dice, he preached to me how not to fall victim to the casino's parlor tricks like free drinks.