Ready, Set, Go
Saturday
Kings' County prepares for Founder's Day. The street sweepers cover every city block, power washers work overtime to make sure the sidewalks sparkle, windows glisten in the sun and brand new awnings flap and snap in the Georgia breeze. The band stage stands in the center of the plaza. The Community Band waits for the final performers of the dress rehearsal. Justice leads her ballet class to the stage and issues last minute instructions, "Ladies our performance will be amazing because of your talent but there is a special surprise," she teases. Xavier enters the stage. "This is Mr. Frausto and he is going sing while we dance. Say hello," she directs.
"Wow…oohs…cool," the girls whisper and wave.
"Nice to meet all of you, I practiced extra hard on your song. Your performance is my favorite part of the show. Ready to start?" his voice is animated.
Carol, Carl and Sophia bustle around each other in the store arranging merchandise, hanging fresh posters, and preparing sidewalk specials for the Founder's Day business boost. Unfortunately they are still dealing with fallout from the 'Negan incident'. Guys visit hoping to engage Carl in re-telling the event and the 'Thirsty Crew' is relentless. A new customer enters the shop looking around nervously. Carl rolls his eyes. Here we go.
He stood 5'3 tall with sandy brown hair hidden under a backward baseball cap. He moves to the counter, "I'm looking for Carl or Sophia."
"Why?" Carl retorts in annoyance.
"Umm…we know each other kind of," he tries to explain.
"What does that mean?" he snaps.
"I live in the next county over, but we game together online," he clarifies.
"Josh?" Carl's voice rises in recognition.
"Yeah…Carl," he extends his hand in greeting.
"You and I both know you are not here to see me."
He blushes, "Do I look okay?"
"How would I know? I can barely dress myself. Are you wearing pants?"
"Of course," Josh looks down.
"You'll be fine… Sophia," he shouts.
Sophia calls from the back, "What?" she rushes to the front. Her bangs are in her eyes, the bun on top of her head is askew and her childhood Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt has ketchup and burger stains from lunch.
"Josh, this…" Carl begins to introduce but doesn't get to finish. He acknowledges the look of horror on her face. "Josh, Sophia needs to finish in the back and she'll be back out. Let me show you around," he winks at her.
Ten minutes later Justice runs through the front entrance with a handful of clothes.
Lori waits impatiently at a corner table in the local coffee house. She is anxious and excited about the opportunity extended to her from an unlikely source. He extends his hand once he reaches the table, "Mike."
She returns the handshake. "Please join me," she gestures to the chair.
"Let's get our lives back shall we," he proposes.
"Just tell me what to do," Lori requests in desperation.
"You need to re-connect with Rick. Remind him what he is missing," Mike encourages.
She shakes her head vigorously, "It has been over a decade. Don't you think I have tried that already? I am not clueless."
He studies her running options in his head. According to the grapevine Rick is a boy scout so blackmail is out; seduction is a non-starter-even his dick is extra limp in her presence. "Any family or friends support the relationship?"
There is silence before Lori's eyes light up, "His mother. She would always pat my cheek and say bless your heart."
I doubt that was sincere but who cares if she gets her happily ever after. "Good. Re-kindle that relationship and you will be back by his side in no time," Mike assures her.
"What are you going to do?" she is curious.
"Jealousy is a powerful motivator. Tell me where Rick likes to spend his free time?"
Today is an easy patrol day since the entire town is focused on tomorrow's event. The lack of calls from dispatch allows Shane to focus on the nemesis in his head-Rick Grimes. The fresh humiliation of poker night pulsates through his veins. How did he win, more importantly why does he always win? Why was everyone so blind? Couldn't anyone see the phony exterior? They all fell for it. Lori in high school, the Captain, now ADA Anthony. They were on the front page of 'The Gazette" for Christ sakes. Jessie saw the truth and she was always eager to please. He turns to drive across town and sends her a text: Who wants to take care of Big Daddy?
Daryl's apartment resembles a crime scene. The coffee table lies on its side with a broken television remote underneath and the remnants of the ripped open decorative pillow rested on the couch. Sasha went down on him so ferociously the inside of his thighs were littered with bruises that matched her finger tight grip.
The kitchen table rested at a crooked angle and the floor is littered with condom wrappers. He responded to the blow job by bending her over and commanding her to the grab the top of the table and banged her until she begged for mercy.
The sheets on the bed were soaked with sweat and shredded from his tight grip. Once she recovered Sasha rode him fast and hard front, back and sideways.
For now Daryl leans against the back shower wall for support with Sasha splayed across his body. The steam from the hot water provides a cocoon for their sated bodies. The frantic, exhaustive sex allowed them to release the stress, anxiety, fear and desperation at the current circumstances they didn't have the words for yet.
Jessie opens her front door wearing Shane's old Kings' County High baseball shirt. This old thing drives him wild. He lifts her up as he walks through the door. They make their way down the hall to her bedroom with her arms around his shoulders kissing and giggling. They reach the bed and she slides down his body. When her feet hit the floor she cups and massages his balls, "Assume the position," she commands in a mock authoritative voice.
He removes his holster and utility belt, drops his pants and leopard print spandex briefs to his ankles and sits on the edge of the bed. She is determine to make this last so she scratches the inside of his thighs like a cat, "That's right…hurt Big Daddy," he responds.
She slides her hand underneath him and strokes his balls and repeats the phrase that always gets him excited, "They're too big for my hands." His dick pops forward and she purses her lips tightly sliding her mouth down once and up; twice and up; the third time she swirls the tip with her tongue and the fourth time she releases him and he squirts onto his own leg and goes limp.
Jessie lays back spread eagle against the pillows and headboard and waits for him to recover. He flips onto his stomach with pants and briefs still around his ankles and his feet in the air. She begins to stroke her pussy, "Help me officer" she purrs. Shane adds his tongue to her strokes. She shifts and maneuvers her body trying to connect her clit and his tongue but as usual it never happens. Finally she uses her index finger to stroke circle after circle on her clit, "Whoo…whoo," she hoots after each circle is complete.
He grinds against the mattress and gets that familiar feeling in his belly, "Now," he shouts. He enters her and pumps like a jack rabbit, "This (quick pump) is (quick pump) so (jerky pump) good (jerky pump)," before he comes and collapses into her neck. Shane sits up and kisses her. "I have to get back on patrol and I know you need your rest. Call you later?" he smiles broadly.
"Sure baby," she replies with a smile that never reaches her eyes. Once he is gone she retrieves the vibrator from the nightstand and gives herself the orgasm she deserves. No relationship is perfect.
Shane returns to the squad car, "This is dispatch, over?" Shit! Did I miss a call?
"This is Walsh-over," responds as calmly as possible.
"Did you respond to the last call regarding a van and activity over at those abandoned buildings?" the dispatch officer demands.
"Yeah…yeah…nuisance call," he lies effortlessly.
"We have a full Squad. Sophia you have our attention and full support," Enid announces. After her afternoon with Josh; Sophia sent an emergency Skype request to her Girls.
Without preamble, she announces, "He's short…I am a head taller in tennis shoes. I don't want to imagine what the difference will be if I add any of my heels."Her announcement is met with silence.
"How did he treat you?" Justice asks.
"Did he listen to what you had to say? Did you enjoy the conversation?" America piles on.
"What is the difference between now and all the weeks you two spent on the phone other than his height?" Enid inquires.
Sophia gasps, "I am shallow. If he had said I wasn't pretty enough I would be devastated but I am ready to reject him because he is short," she hides her face.
"No, you are human, Enid responds, remember I know and you all forgave me."
"Prince was short and wore pumps but none of us would have turned his sexy ass down." America offers.
"Yeah, what about the 'Game of Thrones' dude," Enid adds.
"And since I am the height challenged member of the group I'm on his side," Justice laughs and lightens the mood.
Sophia recovers, "He was really cute. He has sandy brown hair and these dreamy green eyes, she swoons, and his smile should be in a Crest commercial. , You guys rock…I don't know what I would do without you."
"Look a hot mess-Girlfriend was about to meet dude in her old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle t-shirt with her lunch still on it," Justice teases and they fall into laughter.