Willpower
July 1984.
Southern California.
“Hey, Ray. Sorry I’m so late. You know, my mother’s sick, and... blah blah blah..."
My fellow assistant manager Jim’s whisky-flavored excuses faded back into the sea of bullshit from where they originated. Usually, he arrived an hour late for his closing shifts, but three hours had passed since my mid-day shift had ended.
I grabbed my coat from the restaurant safe, making sure the tiny .380 pistol was safely in its pocket. “Whatever, Jim. Tell it to Brian. Goodnight.”
Our head manager ran a tight ship and would deal with him harshly. My sole concern was Alice.
I’m really tired, so I’ll just have her slowly ride me tonight. After she sits on my face. God, her pussy is delicious...
My beautiful twenty-six-year-old girlfriend had been quietly upset when I had called her two hours prior to cancel our date. She had been looking forward to going dancing and had left work early to have her thick, dark brown hair styled.
I called Alice again from a payphone in the restaurant parking lot but got no answer.
She probably went to the store, or is in the shower...
My route home took me close to her apartment, so I decided to swing by there. Alice preferred me not to show up unannounced, but I figured she would still be happy to see me, especially since it had been almost two weeks since our last date.
I hurried to the back of the lot, where I discovered one of my sexy Latina employees smoking while leaning on my 1972 Buick Riviera. “Hi Coco. Uhh, were you waiting for me?”
Her large, firm breasts enveloped my bicep, then Coco raised the cigarette to my lips, so I took a small drag. I made a mental note to wipe off any pink lipstick that had likely transferred from the filter.
Coco arched her back against my huge car, accentuating both of their sensual curves. “Maybe, Jefé. Maybe, I want to play. Are you heading home, or can we go somewhere?”
This is how it always happens...
I looked her up and down. Twenty-two-year-old Coco displayed a slim, perfect hourglass figure in tight capri pants and a modest halter top. Decidedly immodest were the way her weighty breasts strained the two fastened buttons of the plaid garment, creating a creamy, olive-skinned valley. Her funny looking, rough-textured face featured an oversized bulbous nose, sultry brown eyes, and long brown hair, which she always wore in twin braids.
Handles for fucking her from behind...
Coco and I frequently engaged in light flirting, like many other women at my restaurant. Mostly, it only resulted in meaningless fun. However, two months prior, I had given trashy blonde Lilac a ride home to her trailer park, where we had drank and fucked all night. Determined not to cheat on Alice again, I reluctantly took a step back. “Sorry, Coco. I’m going to my girlfriend’s apartment.”
She blew a cloud into my face and wiggled her lush hips. “Girlfriend? Papi, you sure don’t act like a taken man. I know you want some of this.”
“Well, yeah. Of course I do. But Alice and I, we’re really good right now.”
She mocked, “You love this woman, Ray? Want to marry her?”
Not wanting to talk about it, I looked away. “I don’t know. Maybe. Goodnight, Coco.”
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