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“What happened?” Sarah asked as she looked at her best friend Aiyleen with a puzzled look.

Aiyleen looked up from her cell phone and said, “nothing, just reading these comments, girl.” It was a failed attempt to downplay her reaction and not appear fluttered, but Sarah continued driving obliviously.

Aiyleen didn’t realize she gasped after reading the facebook comment. She scrolled back to the comment on her picture to read it again. It read:

“Your bottom lip should be treated as if it’s covered in something savory

that can only be removed orally…”

Aiyleen would get more than her fair share of comments, and rightfully so, but it was rare for her to respond with more than a ‘thank you’. She wouldn’t even bother responding to the ‘Damn baby’ and ‘what it do mami’ comments and such.

Normally Sarah and her would have engaged in conversation again, but Aiylenn just stared out of the passenger window at nothing particular.  She began to think of a ‘thank you’ response, but soon found herself over analyzing.

If she played along, as she really wanted to do, the guy would probably take it for an advance and get too pervy. On the other hand, if she didn’t compliment him on the intriguing comment, he might not bother to put forth the effort again, and she certainly enjoyed the attention.

It wasn’t the first time Aiyleen was turned on by a well said comment, nor was she above sexting. She enjoyed verbal motivation when pleasing herself, so long as it was welcomed, smart, but dirty.

She selected the young man’s profile, initiated a private message and wrote:

“Only my bottom lip?”


Z.A. – Side-Step Series – No. 1 "Signing Papers" (excerpt)

From Dave Jones,

Thanks for visiting my blog!
I hope you enjoy the first issue of the
Z.A. Side-Step Series

The Side-Step Series is a collection of random, flash incidents
occurring at various points within the chronicled time line of Zachary Adams.


What’s wrong with this nigga, Zachary thought.

He was annoyed and uneasy for several reasons.

Behind the wheel of the black BMW 750, was William Spencer, medium build, clean cut, with brown skin and a million dollar smile. He wore a blazer with matching polo shirt, slacks and casual shoes. Zachary, burly as usual, sat in the passenger seat wearing a black nylon jump suit and sneakers.

For the past 15 minutes or so, William had continuously made boastful small talk, oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t being indulged.

They met during their high school senior year, and since then William had gone on to become a successful defense attorney. What annoyed Zachary, however, was that William had also become, subsequently, a pompous asshole. He only came around when he needed his back watched now, and in this case they were headed to sort out some paperwork with Michael, a nephew of William’s recently deceased client, Avery Martinez.

What made Zachary uneasy, besides the glock 19 tucked in and digging into his lower back, or having to squeeze into a bullet-proof vest he hadn’t worn in years, or going to a mob-owned bar, was the rumor that Avery Martinez had met an untimely demise while locked up, coincidently after accusing William of pocketing $100,000 of Martinez’s money. The whole thing reminded Zachary of the movie with Al Pacino and Sean Penn.

In exchange for silence, the money was to be delivered to a big shot known only as Mr. Best, whom, of course denied receiving anything. Although it was common knowledge that Mr. Best was a long list of things, you wouldn’t find “liar” on that list.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Martinez was dead, Zachary wouldn’t have been caught within a mile William, in fact, in the back of his mind he knew he shouldn’t have been there either way. In spite of it, he had taken on William’s job because it always guaranteed a couple thousand in cash up-front, and in this case five.

After another thirty minutes of driving they were in East Los Angeles. Blocks away from their destination, William turned down a side street to drop Zachary off.

‘Bout fuckin’ time, Zachary thought, as he exhaled in an exasperated way.

“Ok, so you know the deal,” William instructed, as if this kind of thing happened often, “in about five minutes come in and just chill. Anything pop off, you do what you do.”

“Yeah, aight,” Zachary replied with little regard before quickly hopping out the car. The arrogance in William’s demeanor was irking the hell out him.

He grimaced while adjusting the bullet-proof vest then proceeded down the street as William drove ahead.

Zachary arrived at the corner of the bar. The marquee sign read “Club Flabbergast”. He was impressed by the upkeep, as it wasn’t a hole in the wall. He walked across the parking lot towards the entrance and noticed there were only three cars parked, four including William’s car. For mid-day that was normal.

Moving from the outside sunlight to the low-light inside was a shock to Zachary’s eyes so he stood at the entrance for minute to adjust. His ears took a shock too, as a nearby juke box blared raggaeton music.

The lay-out of the club was typical. The bar was to the left of the doorway and the stage was in the center of the room and rose three feet off the floor. It was lined with a small counter-top and chairs. Further from the stage were small cabaret tables and chairs sporadically that were placed. One long couch lined the back walls of the entire club with small tables placed along the way.

Realizing it was a strip club, Zachary finally saw a few Latin guys sitting and drinking around the stage. Some mingled with other dancers, while the others were fixed on the Latin girl working her way around a brass pole.

Besides the fact that they were all Latin, Zachary had also noticed that the girl on stage was a bit on the heavy side, as were the girls that were mingling with the patrons. He looked around the club further to investigate the pattern…

Z.A. – Side-Step Series No. 2 – Royally Fucked (excerpt)

From Dave Jones,

Thanks for visiting my blog!
The Side-Step Series is a collection of random, flash incidents
occurring at various points within the chronicled time line of Zachary Adams


Holy-fuck, got-damn, son-of-a-motherless-goat, Zachary shouted in his mind.

In a mounted riding position, Candace sat with Zachary insider her. Feeling him down to the base of his shaft, her hips gyrated slowly around his stone-hard cock as she relished the feeling of his balls rubbing her perineum. With her weight causing her pelvis to grind against his, there was stimulation on her clit from it brushing against his pubic hair as well. She caused both sensations to intensify by inching her pelvis forward and backwards as fast as she could.

When she found and maintained a rhythm, the bed frame began to squeak. If one didn’t know any better, the look on Zachary’s face would have made you think he was in excruciating pain. But actually, he was getting royally fucked. In fact, he was long past getting royally fucked since Candace was working on her fifth orgasm…

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