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King Anthologies- Entry Four

January 2, 2012

Ripley continued to swear and kick Tank in the back. Unfortunately because she was all curves instead of legs her kicking was doing nothing but make her tired. The paper bag, along with her purse were smashed between her breasts and Tank’s back. She decided since violence was getting her no where she would continue to scream in Tank’s ear. At least she could give him a headache.

“Tank you son of a bitch, put me down! NOW!” Continuing to yell profanities Ripley soon found herself in the entryway of Cameron’s cub, The Pussy Cat. How original. Ripley spit in the entry just before Tank walked through the threshold. She had been here before, many times and sore once she got out she would not be going back. Funny how sometimes you can’t control where you end up. Realizing that yelling and screaming was getting her no where, Ripley waiting patiently on Tank’s shoulder for him to hurry up and get to Cameron’s office.

“Finally. God you’re loud Rip.” Tank rubbed his ear with his free hand.

“Shut up. And dont call me that!” Ripley propped her head on her hand and continued to wait. Thank god Tank was a smooth walker. They were almost there. Coming in the back of the club, the office wasnt too far. Cameron liked an easy get away. The music was pumping through the walls. Ripley could practically smell the sweaty bodies from the dance floor. They stopped. Tank set Ripley down in front of the purple door and stood to the right, back to the wall. Waiting for her to turn the door knob by herself, “And here I thought you were a gentleman… dont even open the door for a lady.” Tank smiled and winked.

Ripley reached out for the knob, it was cool despite the humidity in the hall. She turned the knob and held her head high while she walked into the office, her boots clicking on the hardwood. She walked straight into the office,, straight up the middle slammed her paper bag full of cash on the desk and gazed into a set of cool blues eyes.

“Where is he?” She leaned forward on the desk, hips barely touching, she didn’t want to get closer to this slime ball than necessary.

“Now Deborah Susan Ripley, that is no way to speak to your Father.” Cameron slid out from behind his desk and crossed his legs. “No, hey how are you?” He smiled, his white teeth glaring at her from across the mahogany.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. January 4, 2012 8:08 am

    Wow! Hot stuff. My first time to your blog but it won’t be my last. I’m in the adult business so I know good content when I see it. Keep up the good work, I’ll be visiting more often.

    • January 4, 2012 1:12 pm

      Oh Wow! Thanks! I love it when ppl in your line of work comment. Im just a lowly college student ;) lol
      Its nice to have positive enforcement. Have you read all four entries?

      xox

  2. Kat permalink
    January 4, 2012 3:23 pm

    ummm.. post more soon!! you can’t leave me hanging like that! its as bad as a cliff-hanger ending at the end of the last episode of a season on tv or in a novel. I need to know what happens next!

    • January 4, 2012 4:59 pm

      This is good… its encouragement for me to keep putting up the entries lol
      Dont worry I am trying to get at least three more up before I get too “into” this semester.

      xox

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