-I'm merely a fan, I'm not the owner. This is for my own personal enjoyment and I hope you enjoy this too. Reviews are always welcome. Thank you.-
The wallpaper was peeling in the hallway. Half of the lights were busted. The elevator… well, the elevator shaft didn't even have an elevator in it. This was no way for a Jefferson to live, especially not the daughter of this Jefferson. And daughters of this Jefferson didn't take days off of work, either.
23… 24… Howard saw the light falling out of the cracked door of apartment 25.
Careless. Joanne can't even close her damn door anymore.
"What the hell is that?" Howard's wife spat out.
Howard heard it too. A woman's moan and a steady creaking noise tangoed in the air around them. Howard gave a soft push on the wood and stood in the doorway of his daughter's New York apartment.
The first thing he saw was a knee-high black leather boot. The stiletto looked as if it had grown accustomed to being thrown into the yellowing aloe plant by the window. It's twin was not to be found, but a lace thong of the same color was on top of the tilted lamp shade.
There it was again. The moan. It certainly did not belong to Joanne Jefferson and it certainly turned Howard Jefferson into a cautious man.
Ready to strike at the intruder, Howard stepped in front of his wife and came face to face with every secret of his daughter's life in one moment.
"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Baby, don't stop! Oh! Oh!"
This woman moaning her tits out was certainly not Joanne Jefferson.
But the woman sucking on her tit was.
Joanne had her hand between Maureen's legs and Maureen had nothing to grab onto except for Joanne's thick, brown hair. Every time Joanne humped against Maureen and thrust her hand into her, Maureen's body clenched and screamed and shook the entire apartment complex.
Joanne moved her mouth to Maureen's neck and whispered into her ear, "Baby, c'mon. Baby, you gonna come for me. Baby, come for me," and she began moving her hips faster in time with her hand. Maureen was reduced to her most basic form of speech, a loud, animalistic string of words that would make a nun's ears bleed.
With an almighty "Fffffuck!" Maureen came. Her back arched, her head rolled, and her lips clenched Joanne's fingers tighter.
Howard and his wife stared in horror as their daughter's tongue licked and smeared the lipstick of the white girl laying beneath her.
"Baby," the white girl said between kisses. "Baby, I love you."
Joanne smiled down at her lover, "I love you too."
When Maureen began licking Joanne's fingers, Joanne moved back to her neck, murmuring sweet sounds to her lover, her honey bear, her sexy girl, her baby.
It took two steps for Howard's wife to get to the door and not a moment's thought was spent on preventing it from slamming behind her as she stormed down the dark hallway with half the lights busted and the wallpaper peeling.
Still standing there, Howard was fuming when Joanne and Maureen were snapped out of their post-love making bliss and locked eyes with him.
"Joanne," sounded like a death sentence when it was shoved from his tight, twisted mouth.
The stained, violet sheets did nothing to cover up Joanne Jefferson and the white girl when they futilely tried to hide what, to them, was pure.
"Dad? What the he—"
"Don't you ask me what I'm doing here. We're beyond that. I hear in the paper that you, a lawyer, are publicly protesting decisions your father made for the betterment of the public; I go to your office and find you've taken a day off and so I come here and you're— you're… having sex with a white girl! Do you have any idea how sick your mother and I are right now at what we just saw? Do you have any idea how much dedication we put into your Catholic learning, and here you are slapping us in the face with it!"
"Hey! Knock, knock!" the door behind Howard banged open and he wheeled around.
"We let ourselves in, love birds! Let's go get coffee!"
A man with long, blond hair and a black leather coat was standing in the doorway. Under his arm was a girl with hair too big and too long for her body. Their smiles fell at Howard's glare.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
Then the man noticed Joanne and Maureen naked, clutching the sheets, looking as if they had just shit themselves.
The laugh Roger let out roared through the tense air, "Ooh! Jo and Mo got busted by daddy!"
Mimi chuckled into his side as she watched the dumbfounded father turn back to Joanne and Maureen.
"Joanne, I don't know what the hell you're thinking. I don't know what the hell made you choose to live this— this bohemian lifestyle, but it will not last. Your mother and I will be back in three days. If you haven't gotten your shit together by then, say goodbye to your family," and with that, Howard turned on his heel, shoved past the man with the blond hair and the girl under his arm and followed in his wife's fashion out the door and down the hallway with half the lights busted and the wallpaper peeling.
The spare key landed on the violet sheets and Joanne and Maureen stared at it.
"C'mon, love birds. Stuff your asses and tits into some clothes and let's go get coffee."
