Post by Ares Mccullough on Mar 7, 2018 4:18:15 GMT
::PROLOGUE::
FADE IN FROM BLACK
1628 W. 88th St.
South Central, Los Angeles, CA 90044
Tuesday, March 6, 2018 0 7:38:55 PM
I opened my eyes and all I saw was me. What kind of self torture is this? I realize I am looking into a mirror and not actually looking at myself and then step out of bed. How long had I slept? Apparently all day. Where was Kayley? Had Sultan made it home yet? These were the thoughts racing through my own kryptonite, my mind.
The world we live in has one common enemy, the mind. It can be your friend, but it can also be what guides you to the grave. "BOMP, BOMP. BOMP, BOMP, BOMP. BOMP. BOMP, BOMP." The sound of the niehgbor's bongo drums rattled around in my brain, killing all thoughts that could have come into fruition and I exhale a sigh of relief before poking my fingers between the blinds and catching a glimpse of my Seventy-Four year old neighbor banging on a bongo drum in the nude. "Agh, gross." I jolt away from the window with my eyes closed regretting ever being curious. In that moment the bedroom door swings open and a smile appears on my face as Kayley, the most beautiful woman in the world steps through the doorway.
Excuse me while I sexualize a female and that is frowned upon in today's world, but, the ass was looking PHAT in the all white leggings. After my mind went from boyhood I became a man and spoke up in proper fashion, "I love the red hair with the all white. Makes me think of an all white Maserati with a red interior." I say as she straddles my lap with her knees on the mattress.
"Aww baby you really think so?!" She smiles as she looks deep into my eyes. "I was thinking more like an all white Bugatti with a red interior."
This girl has me at hello. She knew it too. She gets off my lap and walks over to the mirror to look at herself and her outfit. A stallion he was. A blessing. Not a trophy. She would be thrilled when I gave her the news.
"I got a call back from The Factory. And I'm on the waiting list for West Coast Genesis." Kayley puts her focus on me with a seductive grin appearing on her face. "Did you?"
I rest on my elbows while lying back onto the bed as she approaches and leans on, crawling over me and getting closer to me. Face to face. Chest to chest. Thighs to thighs. She looks deep into my eyes and tilts her head slightly while moving in for the kill. Our lips lock in an impassioned embrace and I immediately know where this is headed. She was a machine. Literally, twenty four seven always ready and willing.
FADE TO BLACK.
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1628 W. 88th St.
South Central, Los Angeles, CA 90044
Wednesday, March 7, 2018 0 2:38:55 AM
The blinking flourescnt beat my eyes to the point of exhaustion and I was forced awake. I toss the phone across the room and place my feet on the cold hardwood floors. Kayley, sound asleep with a titty hanging out of her tank top never feels the vibrating cell phone beneath her body. This was a typical evening for me.
A shower. A cup of black coffee. And two blunts later I find myself speeding down the 105 headed toward Southgate. If the Factory was going to be my new stomping ground I had to say my last goodbyes to the warehouse. When I approach the building the Gate Keeper pushes a button and I drive my two door '95 Honda Civic to the back of the large warehouse and find a parking spot next to a Maserati and a Ferrari. I was out of place to some, but to me, this was a normal day.
The room was well lit, Four Men, the Horsemen as I called them, dressed in Armani Suits and expensive leather have a seat at a table and I am greeted by my brother, Sultan. "Glad you made it. Did you speak with Steel?" His words went in one ear and out the other. I was focusing on my surroundings. I did not know these gentlemen and regardless of my brother's promises that they are good guys, I could never be too sure. "Are you ready?" My brother asks.
"I was born ready." I say with a smile before removing athletic tape from the pocket of my sweat pants. "How's Kayley?" Sultan asks.
"I just put her to bed." Sultan smirks at my humor before walking over to the Horsemen. Sultan and the Horsemen hold a lengthy conversation while I throw my hair up in a bun, tape my knuckles, fists, feet, and wrists. When i am done I remove my sweats and begin a warm up in nothing but skin tight trunks. I had no clue what was about to go down but I knew twenty thousand dollars was on the line.
I did this twice a month. I show up to a location and I secure the bag. A slamming door breaks my focus and I look over to the shadows and see a dark figure approaching the dimly lit area. A large generator keeps one large kino light and rows of lower wattage lights burning. The ominous figure reveals itself as a man, but through my eyes it was a tree trunk with bags of rice wrapped around it.
"Welcome!" Big Chain Horsemen with the big chain around his neck shouts with pleasure at the arrival of his fighter. A real life Johnny Cage. The White Boy Soviet from Rocky type. I guess he'll understand where I'm coming from when he realizes the only thought on my mind was, "If he dies... he dies."
The blinking flourescnt beat my eyes to the point of exhaustion and I was forced awake. I toss the phone across the room and place my feet on the cold hardwood floors. Kayley, sound asleep with a titty hanging out of her tank top never feels the vibrating cell phone beneath her body. This was a typical evening for me.
A shower. A cup of black coffee. And two blunts later I find myself speeding down the 105 headed toward Southgate. If the Factory was going to be my new stomping ground I had to say my last goodbyes to the warehouse. When I approach the building the Gate Keeper pushes a button and I drive my two door '95 Honda Civic to the back of the large warehouse and find a parking spot next to a Maserati and a Ferrari. I was out of place to some, but to me, this was a normal day.
The room was well lit, Four Men, the Horsemen as I called them, dressed in Armani Suits and expensive leather have a seat at a table and I am greeted by my brother, Sultan. "Glad you made it. Did you speak with Steel?" His words went in one ear and out the other. I was focusing on my surroundings. I did not know these gentlemen and regardless of my brother's promises that they are good guys, I could never be too sure. "Are you ready?" My brother asks.
"I was born ready." I say with a smile before removing athletic tape from the pocket of my sweat pants. "How's Kayley?" Sultan asks.
"I just put her to bed." Sultan smirks at my humor before walking over to the Horsemen. Sultan and the Horsemen hold a lengthy conversation while I throw my hair up in a bun, tape my knuckles, fists, feet, and wrists. When i am done I remove my sweats and begin a warm up in nothing but skin tight trunks. I had no clue what was about to go down but I knew twenty thousand dollars was on the line.
I did this twice a month. I show up to a location and I secure the bag. A slamming door breaks my focus and I look over to the shadows and see a dark figure approaching the dimly lit area. A large generator keeps one large kino light and rows of lower wattage lights burning. The ominous figure reveals itself as a man, but through my eyes it was a tree trunk with bags of rice wrapped around it.
"Welcome!" Big Chain Horsemen with the big chain around his neck shouts with pleasure at the arrival of his fighter. A real life Johnny Cage. The White Boy Soviet from Rocky type. I guess he'll understand where I'm coming from when he realizes the only thought on my mind was, "If he dies... he dies."
FADE TO BLACK
You know you can't switch accounts without turning it off?
I feel cool
