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EP. 1 – A Better Hand (excerpt)
The Z.A. Chronicles – A Better Hand
Zachary Adams stirred out of his sleep and immediately looked at the digital clock sitting on the dark cherry wood nightstand. The nightstand matched the headboard of the California king bed, along with the bed bench and everything else in the bedroom. All of the furniture was of modern design and high-end stuff.
The bodyguard work was beginning to pay off.
The time hit ten o’clock when he heard, and then felt movement beside him. He realized that he now shared the bed with Marla Young, his girlfriend of two and ½ years and the woman whom he would marry as of a month ago. She lay on her stomach intertwined in the goose down comforter and exposing some of her attractive physical attributes, particularly her arched back, toned, full thighs and toned arms.
Damn, I didn’t even hear her come in, Zachary thought.
He quietly slid out of bed and sluggishly lumbered his large frame over to the French doors that exited onto the balcony. He opened the door on the right and the ocean breeze instantly permeated the bedroom. He stepped just pass the threshold onto the balcony.
The sound of the breeze passing over his ears blended with the sound of the ocean waves perfectly.
The breeze was stirring his shirt before he took it off, revealing his burly physic. If he were to hit the gym hard for a month his muscles would be easily defined to go along with his bald head and hairless brown skin. All and all, he was a good looking man.
The sounds of the breeze and ocean put him in a trance as his eyes faded closed. At the same time, it rejuvenated him as he leaned back to stretch, with fists outreached to his sides.
Marla began to frown as she stirred in her sleep. Even when frowning she was the prettiest little thing, with her butterscotch skin, button nose, full cheeks and lips. Her bottom lip was slightly fuller then the upper, both matching the rest of her skin complexion. She was the type that didn’t were make-up because it would be too much contrast, so lip gloss was her thing.
Close the fuckin’ door nigga, she thought.
“It’s cold, baby,” she mutters. Seconds passed before her light snoring continues.
Zachary’s trance was interrupted.
Then get under the damn covers, he thought.
He glared over his shoulder at Marla just in time to see her shift positions and lye on her left side. In doing so she exposed her bubbled rear end. It was a sweet ass to say the least and as usual his glare was erased. Stifling his frustration, he massaged his bald head as he stepped back inside and closed the doors.
Lights from the bike trail below illuminated the room as Zachary got back in bed and simply stared at the ceiling.
Get on my damn nerves, he thought, I’m cool on this shit, why am I still here?
Marla interrupted his thought as she shifted yet again, to her left side. Her head rested on her hands and her legs were curled and tucked close to her, causing her ass to poke out and gently mash against his arm, her butterscotch skin against his brown.
It was irresistible to him, and in a way his question was answered.
Her sex was the adhesive, and he was stuck.
EP. 2 – After The Show (excerpt)
The Z.A. Chronicles – After The Show
A nigga can get use to this kinda shit, Zachary thought.
Looking around the dimly lit lounge room, he took in the shag carpet that matched the purple velvet couches along the walls, and the huge pillows scattered sporadically on the floor. The light patterns, fabrics and textures gave the large hotel lounge a mature 70’s feel.
Candace was pleasantly nestled against Zachary as they sat in a love seat that matched the other furniture, and was placed near the center of the lounge room. They comfortably sank deep into the love seat’s soft cushion. Zachary glanced over his shoulder at the couples gathered behind them, then looked around the room at other couples sitting on couches as well.
There was a mixture of younger and older couples, all sophisticated in demeanor. They all wore evening attire, the men in dress shirts and slacks, others in sport coats or blazers. The women wore a variety of evening gowns, spaghetti straps, shoulder-less, low cuts, high splits, etc. They were all physically good looking people and many of the women caught Zachary’s eye from the jump.
Zachary wore a loose fitting pair of brown linen slacks, with matching shirt, leather jacket and shoes. Candace wore a red fitted, button down blouse that covered her neck along with matching slacks and heels. She was looking voluptuously scrumptious as usual.
Zachary fixed on Candace and interrupted her gaze. When she met his eyes she pressed her lips against his and snuggled even closer against him. The both directed there attention back to the floor and Candace watched intently and smiled with anticipation as:
A shiny, buff, Asiatic looking black dude lay on a small velvet bench. Bald with smooth skin, his muscles were defined with distinct hard edges. One could speculate that all he owned was a spear, a shield and perhaps a loin cloth, but he would probably take offense to that.
As the dude lay on his back, he held down a pair of gyrating hips over his face. The hips belonged to a woman with his same skin complexion and long braids. She also had the same defined, lean muscles as he did. They were both in perfect shape and clearly natives of the same place.
As she continued gyrating her hips and rubbing her pearl over his outreached tongue, his cock began to rise like a cobra snake. A light chatter could be heard in the lounge along with “oh’s” and “ah’s”, as many of the women watching reacted to the sight of the ridiculously huge erection.
As the black, Asiatic woman gyrated on the man’s face in a steady rhythm, she leaned forward to lay her head beside his erect dick. It almost looked as if she was an ancient Egyptian worshiping a new obelisk. As she continued her gyration over his mouth, the pleasure of his tongue motion began to show on her smooth skinned face.
She began to breathing heavily through her mouth; her warm breath caressing his cock. Apparently the sensation was a pleasurable one because he gripped her hips and lower back in a bear hug to secure her firmly to his face. Some of the couples casually maneuvered themselves to better vantage point in order to see the man’s tongue slithering in and out of the woman’s vagina. The couples muttered different comments of approval to one another before continuing to quietly watch the show.
The woman sat up, bracing both hands on his thighs. She began breathing faster and whispering something in a foreign language or dialect as the man twisted his tongue from side to side while sliding it in and out of her vagina. As her climax approached she began squirming to get away from his mouth, but couldn’t break his iron grip. She was fixed on his erection before her eyes closed in a trance-like manor. Her torso began to rock back and forth, causing her proportionate breast to sway up and down. Whatever she was whispering, she now repeated clearer and louder like a chant.
She suddenly stopped rocking back and forth and her lower body had begun to shiver. Her chant faded back to a whisper and then silence as her breathing intensified even more through her open mouth. With eyes held shut from delirium, she finally released a long and steady climactic moan. Her body shuttered and her orgasmic juices splashed on the man’s mouth and cheeks then on to the floor. The splash sounded as if a drink was thrown in someones face.
The audience reacted with a light hum and sporadic comments of approval. The sound of their reaction broke the woman’s trance. She glanced around the lounge at everyone intently gazing back at her and finally realized that most of the women were fixed on the shinny dick in front of her. She hadn’t realized that in her fit of ecstasy she had lost control of her saliva and inadvertently drooled on the enormous erection before her.
Her eyes briefly squinted as she fixed on the dick like a predator would its prey. Suddenly, she ferociously inhaled the foot long, blood filled flesh into her throat like python.
“Damn,” several men and women in the audience chimed in simultaneously.
There was not much she could do with that much cock beside hold it her throat for several seconds. She finally leaned back, revealing the now shinny cock to everyone as she loudly gasped for air. She stayed fixed on the erection as she took a few seconds to catch her breath.
Her slow and sensual body movements made it clear that she was still feeling the sensation of her heavy orgasm when suddenly the man gripped her by the ass and benched pressed her, pushing her off his face and up into the air. She landed square on his pelvis with his dick inside her, in the reverse cowgirl position. The action was quick and precise like one of those Cirque Du Soleil balancing tricks and the audience approved with polite applause.
The woman immediately started bouncing on the erection, taking it in down to its base with each bounce. She leaned back to brace herself on his stomach, arching her back and displaying her bouncing breast as well. It was clear that the man enjoyed every stroke as his arms stretched out and fell to his sides like a spread eagle. His forehead wrinkled as his eyes were held shut from pleasure.
It was quite clear the she was very skilled and knew her partner well, as it took only a couple of minutes before the man reached forward to grab the woman by her arms and pull her off if his cock. As he did the erection flopped out and erupted like a geyser, splashing his cum against her stomach, breast, neck, and chin. As she caught her breath, her back remained arched with her head held back as his clear-grey liquid ran down, glazing her body.
Got-damn, Zachary thought.
The rest of the audience applauded the performance. Soon after the applause, those gathered behind Zachary and Candace’s love seat slowly dispersed as they engaged in different conversations, most commenting on what they’d just seen. It was obviously not a first time experience for most them. As Zachary and Candace stood up, several people approached Candace with a hug a peck on the cheek.
“Happy birthday girl,” one guy congratulated.
“Happy birthday Candy,” a gorgeous woman congratulated as she hugged Candace, “Did you enjoy the show?”
“Hey Maxi! Oh yes, girl,” Candice replied with enthusiasm in her voice and excitement on her face, “that was crazy!”
“Oh good, I’m so glad,” Maxi replied in relief. “You guys taking off now?”
“We might linger for a little bit then head on home,” Candace replied.
“Ok then, call me girl,” Maxi said before hugging Candace again and shuffling off to mingle with others. She and Candace were clearly dear friends with a history.
Candace immediately turned to Zachary. “You ready, babe?” she asked.
Zachary was obviously enjoying the view and it was clear that Candace barely had his attention.
“When ever you’re ready baby,” Zachary responded as he glanced at her. He missed her smirk.
“Oh…trying to bring something home?” She asked while wrapping her arms around him.
The question caught Zachary off guard, but indeed drew all of his attention.
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.
Enjoy!
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
Enjoy!
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…
Z.A. – Side-Step Series No. 3 "Just Hungry" (excerpt)
A few chairs down from the head of the conference room table sat Bill Becker, 33, a good looking brown skinned dude with a square jaw, medium height and build. He had a shadow fade and wore a standard off-white dress shirt with matching tie, slacks, and shoes. Bill was the kind of guy that got a long with everyone, they all dug his “cool guy” swagger.
Sitting at the head of the table with a day planner, legal pad, and various other documents spread in front of her was Cindy Maxwell, 32. She was short and curvy in stature with smooth brown skin. Most people found beauty in just how smooth and brown her skin was, others found it her full face and strong cheek bones.
She wore the typical business attire: cream blouse, matching skirt just above the knees, and shoes. Her hair was held perfectly in a bun and her prescription glasses suited her perfectly. Cindy was professional first, and a friend second when on the job. Those lucky enough to be her friend knew her for being a really down to earth, fun loving gal.
Across from Bill sat two other execs, Ted and Elton, wearing pretty much the same as him. They both reported their routine spill in turn. Not really listening, Bill patiently waited for his turn. Feeling his stomach growl, he glanced at his watch. 11:45am.
He was unaware that Cindy had noticed his attention was somewhere else. She had been picking the precise moments to glance at him while the other two execs where looking elsewhere.
He’s looks so good, Cindy thought.
But just then, her forehead wrinkled briefly. She was confused because the thought occurred so naturally, as if it was common knowledge to her.
Must be the light, or the angle, or something, Cindy thought, as she tried to discard the notion.
She and Bill had got along well as co-workers, and as each others “friend from work”. Although they had worked on many projects together during her time with the company and had gone out on double dates, Cindy had somehow been oblivious to her attraction until moments ago.
She glanced at Bill’s wedding band, then at the silver bracelet her boyfriend Arnold had given her for their three year anniversary. She wore it on her right wrist.
“Um, let me grab that sheet from my office real quick,” Bill said as he shuffled intently through his paper work. His voice was soothing.
The interruption got Cindy’s mind back on the meeting. She didn’t even realize that the other two had finished reporting and Bill had began his.
“O-oh, no problem,” Cindy replied.
They all began checking their blackberry’s as Bill stood and exited the conference room. As he walked around the back of Cindy’s chair, the scent of his body spray intoxicated her instantly. Again, this foreign feeling made her frown in confusion. She scratched her neck in a manor that allow her to glance at Bill exiting the conference room. Somehow her eyes landed right on his butt, protruding even through the lose fit slacks he wore. Her forehead wrinkled yet again from confusion as her kegal muscles contracted involuntarily. It actually scared her.
“You ok?” Ted asked Cindy with mild concern.
Again, she was snapped out of deep thought.
“Oh…yeah,” Cindy casually replied with a smile, “just hungry, you know?”
Fixing on her blackberry again, she thumbed a message to Arnold that read: “hey baby”
Bill had a typical office, its size and furniture was modest. He had a L-shaped corner desk that was clearly not the tidiest in the building. But although documents and post-its were scattered here and there, when he sat down he knew exactly where the document was. Just as he grabbed it, his phone rang and with a sigh, he answered curtly.
“This is Bill…hey…no, I’m in a meeting…I am…I’m right in the middle of a meeting…I needed a document?…what?…well why don’t you just go now?…I won’t make it home ’till…
Bill spoke in a pleading tone, his frustration was clear. He finally ended the call with a defeated exhale.
“Love you too…”
As he hung up, he looked at the only picture on his desk. The picture was of Alondra, his wife of five years. The picture did her justice, and rightfully so because Alondra was fine. Everyone that had seen her at the company parties and events knew it as common knowledge, and Bill was given something like a badge of honor from the guys a the office because of it.
Bill shook his head in frustration as he muttered to himself:
“Bitch ‘gon wait for me to get the toilet paper? The fuck you gonna do between now and 6 o’clock? Just get the damn shit.”
“I hope you don’t hear any voices talking back,” Cindy said in a playful tone.
Though her voice startled Bill, he could smell her peach lotion before he even stood and faced her. Just as quickly as he had stood up, Cindy’s smile had eased his tension. Suddenly the stress of the phone call and the notion of keeping the boss waiting had all faded away.
“Sorry, I had a call.” Bill apologized.
Damn I hope she didn’t hear that, Bill thought.
Hmm…trouble in paradise, Cindy thought. She had indeed heard him.
“No it’s cool,” Cindy assured him, “we decided to break for lunch anyway, so we’ll wrap it up in about a hour or so.”
“Oh, ok, sounds good,” Bill replied as he turned back to his desk and pretended to tidy it up.
Cindy’s momentum began to lead her out of the doorway, but she clearly wasn’t ready to walk away. She leaned back in as she glanced at the picture of Alondra. Always impressed, her eyebrow slightly raised.
Hmph…the bitch is bad, she thought.
“You guys making it out to the picnic tomorrow?” She asked casually.
“Yeah, we’re suppose to, you?” Bill replied.
“Yeah,” Cindy replied.
With his back to her, Bill could not see that she was fixed on his butt again, and generally checking him out.
Why am I still standing here? Cindy thought.
She still didn’t know where this attraction was coming from.
Ok…you can leave now? Bill thought.
Although they were cool, Bill knew that the boss lingering around his office was never good. He finally realized that she was waiting for him so they could go down to the staff lounge, so he ended the spring cleaning charade. He glanced outside the window as headed towards her in the doorway.
“Ok, you ready?” Bill asked just before looking at her.
He had anticipated her to be already backing out of the doorway, but this was not the case. He had to stutter step and stop dead in his tracks to keep from running his chest into her breast. Cindy gave him a really quick up and down glance, then frowned with a half grin.
“You okay?” Cindy asked, with a bit of sarcasm in her concern.
Bill developed the same kind of confused wrinkle in his forehead as he realized Cindy wasn’t moving.
“Uh, yeah..are you?” Bill asked in reply.
Resting her left shoulder against the doorway, Cindy shifted her body weight to her right leg, causing her right hip to protrude in a very seduction manor.
Zachary was sorting some paperwork as he passed by in the hallway and even he had to shorten his steps to and take a second look.
Damn, Zachary thought before continuing on with his own business.
Taking a moment to answer, Cindy tilted her head to the right and rolled her eyes away from Bill while surveying his office a bit.
Finally, she tilted her head down while looking up at him with light brown eyes full of lust.
“Just hungry,” she replied….
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