Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 15

There was a prominent grin on her face, a million dollar smile.

"Well uh, I had to restrain myself." It was my turn to chuckle with both of my hands full of her rich chocolate bubble butt. Her incredible breasts were hanging right in front of my face like grapes from a vine.

"Restrain yourself, huh?"

"Yeah, because you were scaring the shit out of me."

"I was?"

"I'm still me underneath and I know it because I don't give a shit about anyone besides you, daddy and Phoebe because she's actually turning out to be my best friend. That night when you held me and then when we were hooking up after the party, I knew I could never do anything to hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you, but I know who I am deep down inside. I'm a bitch."

"Charity?"

"I used to be a boss bitch; but you took that part away."

Her hands were lovingly caressing my face making me feel slightly uncomfortable. It was the same feeling we shared in the early morning hours after going out on the town. My heart started thumping in what I felt was a betrayal of sorts.

"Hey?" I was about to stumble over something uncomfortable and unformed between us, but Charity pressed a finger to my lips.

"Not now." She removed her finger kissing me until we were making out. Her hips slowly rolling and caressing me back to life inside her confines. Charity reared up pressing a nipple against my lips until I was hungrily suckling it. The spongy nature of her show stopping rack had me throbbing inside her as I took the initiative rolling on top of her body.

"Give me some more of that good, good Charity; I wanna give you another bag." I moaned into her ear before nibbling on it.

"Can I get a Birkin bag?" She teased locking her ankles in the small of my back as she cupped my face.

"You shut up." We were torridly making out, but the uneasy feeling remained.

Charity Gilbert was making good on that assertion about "FUCKING ME FOR REAL" and it was utter bliss.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" She was facing away from me towards her bedroom window hours later.

"Yes, anything Charity." I squeezed her tighter into my body also staring at the window completely relaxed with her cupped into my torso. I planted a few kisses on her shoulder and neck until she pulled my hand over her into a breast.

"Would you, give everything up, if I was your girl?"

"Yes." I answered without hesitation.

"Not even gonna think about it huh?" My gaze traveled over her silhouette admiring it and the way the setting sun highlighted her body.

"No Charity."

"What about all you've done and could do? I mean you're very talented and probably could go far if you applied yourself accordingly. Maybe making those adult movies is your niche, or maybe you could do something bigger, if you wanted. Don't you think it's unfair of me to ask you to make such a sacrifice, for me?"

"If we're together, it doesn't matter. Is that what you're asking me Charity?"

"No, but wouldn't you ask the same thing of me?"

"No because I want you to be happy, complete; I don't see myself bending for most people, but you're different. You talk about being malevolent and evil, and who knows if that's really true or somewhere in the middle. Ever since we met uh, I've had the time of my life hanging out with you and uh, well you know." I gave her available breast an encouraging squeeze.

"You're not supposed to say that." She sniffled.

"Why?"

"Don't!" She drew my hand to her lips kissing my knuckles. I figured I knew where things were going internally scoffing that Jayson Stello might be waiting in the wings or something.

"I'm not asking anything of you Charity; let's be happy right now and figure it out later." I wanted to forestall whatever drama was imminently coming, but she rolled over facing me under the blanket.

"I've failed you; at least I think I have but uhm, I don't know." There was no stopping it and I knew a runaway train when I saw one coming.

"Tell me."

"They've given it all back."

"Who?"

"My parents; returned all of my fallen grace and I'm supposed to be happy about it, but I'm not. Daddy and Tressie came in before you arrived and we had a sit down. I thought we were talking about their weird relationship, so I just said it was okay with me to get past all that awkwardness. But then he got mother on Facetime and I knew something was up."

"Tell me Charity; what happened?"

"Well, since everything's blown up with the church after daddy's gotten hooked up with Tressie; they've decided to pack it in and move down south for a uhm, fresh start." I felt something run through me and she instantly noticed cupping the side of my face.

"You're moving away?"

"Listen."

"Okay."

"After the lawsuit and everything, we were supposedly depleted and mother was so mad at me for tearing down her life. I was summarily expelled, even beaten up by some random girl in front of my high school as I was saying my farewells to peers. Mother relieved me of my car and home sending me back here to daddy. It felt like a fall from grace and daddy was my prison guard, until he fell in love with Tressie. Now, they're telling me everything's fucking changed and have given it all back out of the blue. I couldn't believe my ears; wanted to throttle mother if she weren't talking to me through facetime."

"What are we talking about Charity?"

"Money, status and my future."

"Huh?"

"Mother squirreled away a good percentage of her assets under daddy's name, including a trust established when I was still a baby. Supposedly I've uhm, shown significant growth and accountability during my exile. Now it's all back in my hands because, uh reasons. My former mentor's made me available for review in uhm, Atlanta." I didn't say anything right away just looking at the pain on Charity's pretty face.

"Congratulations."

She burst into tears burying her face in my chest sobbing hard as I redoubled my grip tighter around her body. Everything was in perspective now with her command performance sexually speaking. I wasn't privy to my farewell fuck beforehand because Charity knew I would've rejected that bit of ironic "charity". Now it was my job to do the right thing by my friend and deny the obvious.

"Don't cry; this is what you've always wanted and I would never stand in your way. It's your future Charity, and you have every right to it, so don't think twice." She looked up at my face with mascara streaked features. I was reminded of the night she'd discovered her father hooking up with Tressie.

"You're not mad?"

"Cut it out Charity; you should know better than to ask me something like that. How much time do we have before you're gone?"

"Seventy two hours." There was a long pause as we looked into one another's eyes.

"How many times do you think we can fuck in seventy two hours?" Charity's brow furrowed, face reading incredulous at the query.

We burst into uproarious laughter wrapped in one another's arms snug under the blankets.

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My day off from work turned into an impromptu two day vacation which I made good use of with Charity Gilbert. We went on a few dates, but comedically enough this resulted in us literally finding a room, three to be exact over the next two days where we repeatedly did the deed like animals.

I tried to buy her a few things but she declined showing up the following day with some clothing and a suit so I could look respectable when I visited her at college. We generally avoided talking about our feelings understanding one another intrinsically.

With her lost fortune and benefits returned, we were now worlds apart not that either of us wanted it that way. Charity's former mentor and vice principal of her high school had pulled an epic number of strings that now had Ms. Gilbert headed squarely for Spelman College while I was uh, I guess bumming it in community college.

We stopped talking about it especially when she noticed my dour expression over dinner one evening prior. We got into a minor tiff because she kept paying for everything but solved it between the sheets.

"I'm sorry." It was her turn to disappoint again on the second of our supposed seventy two hour farewell tour.

"Leaving early, huh?"

"I suppose I miscalculated the actual time." Charity admitted.

"It's okay Charity." We were essentially playing house while her father and Tressie were doing the same in an alternate location.

Both of us were laying on our stomachs under her sheets peering out of her heavily barred window. Real life was calling to each of us from vastly different directions as she stared at my face in the darkness.

"I hate it when you do that." She admitted.

"I don't like drama."

"Then why do you hang around all these women; don't you know that's what we are? I like to think God put us here beside you to keep guys on their toes, checks and balances. You can tell me how you feel no matter what. Even if it's bad or hateful, I want to know."

"Fuck."

"Tell me something, be real with me, okay?"

"What?"

"If you had to choose between me and Vicky Stone; who would it be?" I jerked my head in her direction, then remembered myself feeling a lump in my throat before answering.

"Neither."

"Bullshit."

"It's my answer Charity; truthful, honest and without malice."

"You don't want to hurt my feelings while I'm hurting you right now because I'm leaving. If you're gonna pick Vicky, just do it, and don't fuck me around. We both know I'm a consolation prize anyway you look at it."

"Is that why you went back and fucked Jayson Stello, huh?" I couldn't control the emotion in my voice.

"YES!!" She blurted out equally emotional.

I sat up on the bed in my birthday suit noticing my discarded clothing on the floor. Charity rolled away from me facing the wall with a pillow trapped between her arms. It was pressed into her face doing very little to hide the muted sobbing. I was crestfallen siting there but drew on my jeans standing up scared to look back at her lying there. We'd tried so hard not to admit the hidden truths between us, but sister fate had other ideas.

"So you're gonna leave me like this?" She whimpered.

"If I don't, I'm not gonna be able to let you go Charity." I was honest walking to the door as I heard some movement.

"HEY!!"

"Yeah."

"Think about it and uhm, go see Vicky; you can't hide away from her forever. It's not fair what you've been doing since you guys split up. I've gotta be honest with you because I don't even know if you're aware that you've been spoiling all of us."

"What?"

"All of that love she ain't getting behind bars is radiating from you like uh, sunshine. Me, Phoebe, and the others have been literally bathing in it. You turned me good nigga; Phoebe, got herself a man she's trying to makeover in your image. We can fight all night, but this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Vicky Stone, and you know it."

"Somebody else would beg to differ."

"Renee's in love with you too; but she's too much like me."

"The old you."

"We'll see." Charity replied sniffling sitting on the edge of her bed wrapped in a sheet. I was glad for the darkness which made her a silhouette.

"I'm going."

"HEY!!"

"Yeah?" Charity looked pensive sitting there in the darkness for a few seconds.

"Uhm, hey can you take my baton with you? I uh, mean it's dangerous outside this time of night and everything so I want you to be safe because I uh, well..." We shared another uncomfortable silence as I noticed a police grade stun baton leaning against the side of her bedroom door.

"I don't about this Charity."

"You can take it; I don't think I'll be needing it anymore since I'm going away. Daddy bought it for me after I got assaulted at school, I was having nightmares of that ugly black bitch coming after me. Sorry, didn't mean to change the mood, so it's yours now, okay babe?"

"Sure."

"I would ask for a goodbye kiss, but we both know what would happen."

"We can't keep our hands off each other, can we Charity?" I half forced a smile which she reciprocated with her own million watt grin.

"Get your ass outta here." We were both laughing as I pulled up the door.

I could hear Charity bawling as I let myself out.

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I got back to my empty home just before dawn finding it extremely hard to sleep or do much of anything else, so I just laid there thinking about what I'd just left behind with a bit of wetness around my eyes too. No matter which way I looked at it, I couldn't find a way to talk myself into ruining Charity's future.

We were going to part ways and it seemed that was the natural order of things as I glanced from my bed finding my camera bag peeking out of the closet. My mind drifted to our last conversation and Charity's insistence that I go see Vicky.

My heart began thumping hard at the thought of her while an excess of moisture welled up in my eyes.

I drifted off with those thoughts lingering in my head only to wake up with very little time to make it back to work. It would be the first day I was back since sticking it to Steven and Zoya.

To be honest, I was a bit grateful for the distraction showering and freshening up despite being tired and emotionally worn. I snagged a breakfast bar and a disposable cup of orange juice before hopping the train downtown. I didn't know what was in store for me, but I was just grateful to have some business.

I got off the train a few blocks from school still with time to spare.

I became aware of someone rushing behind me after a few minutes as I neared the school.

"Excuse me, sir! EXCUSE ME!!" I was walking faster but this fat dude was still closing the distance as I began to panic worried this guy was a cop trying to bust me for faux drugs or something.

Maybe he was a lawyer and Sister Jacobs was suing me.

He had that old school cop look with a dad bod and ill-fitting clothes which included a crap looking Members Only jacket like the one my dad used to wear until somebody told him it looked cheap. I was suddenly given a dilemma whether to be busted and cuffed in front of my peers or take it right here on the street a few blocks away by the elevated train station.

"WHAT YOU WANT?!!" My body reacted without me turning in a choice to likely fight instead of taking flight. I tried to sound tough but partially failed.

"WAIT, UH YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG SIR!!" He got his hands up stumbling back a little when he noticed my aggressive stance.

"What you want from me man; spit it out!!" It seemed trying to keep pace with me took a bit of a toll on the portly middle aged guy who bent over resting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. He took off his pork pie hat fanning himself with it, obviously gassed.

"Name's Jim, but people call me Jimmy, full name Jimmy Denver."

"SO WHAT?!!" He looked up at me still catching his breath then stared at the pavement under him like he wanted to lay down for a nap as I looked about making sure I wasn't being ambushed.

"Private investigator, hired to look into your case." He right himself favoring his lower back handing me a business card.

"I don't have a case Mr. Denver; what is this shit about?" He was still fanning himself.

"No, I got it sort of messed up; I was hired to investigate you."

"By whom Mr. Denver?"

"Not important now because someone wants to speak to you sir; a higher bidder so to speak."

"Hey man what the fuck is this about, huh?!!"

"Talk to her." Jimmy waved me off dripping sweat as I followed his pointing finger to a Bentley limousine slowly pulling to a stop in the street adjacent to us. I glanced between it and the PI silently flabbergasted. The first thought that came to mind was the Berhans. I figured Zoya was sitting inside still doing her husband's dirty work.

"Mr. Denver I hope they paid you beforehand because I ain't going nowhere near that car." I stuffed his card in my pocket already trying to think of my next move intent on walking back in the direction I'd come. It seemed Steven was desperate to close the circle I'd begun by fucking his wife.

"The check was cut before we spoke, but you might want to hear her out because my job is done with meeting you in person. I can always be rehired, and you definitely don't want that shit storm."

"Fuck is that supposed to mean, huh asshole?"

"Most of my work is done behind a desk and I was assured you weren't the violent type, offered a bonus to be a go between. I know all about you, that increasingly lucrative "side business" you've got going on, and all your little girlfriends there including one Charity Gilbert."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"Hey don't uh, get it twisted out here already; I'm a fan. Just gotta admit it's an honor meeting you so I won't shake your hand with my right for obvious reasons. That Charity girl's famous locally speaking because of the thing with Jayson Stello. That guy's one badass football player, you know?"

"So."

"So, Ms. Gilbert's trying to make some moves back into the limelight down there in Atlanta; you got this uh, Phoebe girl with one hot fucking set of legs that gets me heated as fuck, even her fake tits. Heck man you're a true talent behind the camera because your stuff don't even look ghetto or nothing. So, tell me why you let the Shawnee Thompson girl go, uh excuse me Mrs. WTF, right? Now that's a fucking Jurassic park type ass if ever I saw one right there." He was trying to assert himself and make me squirm, but I looked back stone faced.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Now that ain't the truth of things, not in the least. You know kid, I've been doing this work, however dirty since before you were a wet stain in your daddy's drawers. You're not the first pornographer I ever looked up and with things the way they are these days, I had you made before I left my office. Did you know Charity Gilbert was famous for whacking off a ton of guys in her high school days among other things. Got a few police reports on that one right there, not to mention Ms. Thompson's recent troubles with the law over in Miami."

"Mr. Denver."

"Hey prostitution ain't looked upon that badly these days anyway; now with uh, Ms. Consensual that Phoebe girl and her husband Oliver's high profile position with the second largest law firm in these here United States; man we're getting into lifetime movie of the week territory. You know, when I think about it, quite honestly Rashida Sikes is the cleanest girl you got in your stable. You've gotta love that dump truck booty she's carrying around behind her, right? All you black guys love the booty, ain't that right?"

I stoned up internally.

"Mr. Denver I get that you've done your research and it is impressive, but I'm not physically attacking you or verbally incriminating myself because I don't know what you are talking about, sir."

"That's what they all say kid." He opened one side of his jacket pulling out a folded piece of glossy paper which turned out to be a picture of me dining with Charity Gilbert.

"So, what now?"

"You get in the car and talk to my client." There was a gun visible on the other side of his cheap jacket. Jimmy Denver was appropriately cautious after all.

I stared at the picture of Charity Gilbert in my hands knowing what I had to do with a lump in my throat. A lot of people's lives were in my hands and responsibility or karma, was pulling my coattails at this moment.

I smiled at Jimmy stepping off the curb as the back window rolled down. The grungy private investigator smiled back coughing and hacking a bit clearing his throat for a verbal stinger.

"Tressie Fisher thanks you kid; hey shoot another scene with that one cause she's got some tig ole' bitties for sure!! Had to pay a lot of coin out for her on the dark web, least you could do is make some new content. Charity's father shouldn't mind, he's getting the whole cow." He was already laughing his ass off having laid my life bare.