Cynthia's Predicament

(All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 25. Thus, everything is legit and I do hope you enjoy. If not carry on. Peace be still in truth and sincerity.)

My name is Devin Johnson. I am a melanated man of the tender age of 34. Thus to say I'm a black man in a strange land with somewhat of a plan if ya understand. Anyway, I haven't always had the best of luck in life but here recently I came across a very unexpected opportunity that turned everything around in instances so to speak.

As for background, I come from a single parent home for the most part. I stand about 6'1 weighing at approximately 185 lbs. I work out daily and I'm a pretty solid creature as a result internally and externally of self. From the age of 16 I always kept a job to help my mother and myself. Aside from school I also ran the streets in my youth. No glory there but hey we learn n we live...at least I have.

So here I am in Downtown Chattanooga, Tennessee on what i had then presumed to be a typical day putting my life on a better track after some wins and seemingly more losses. I had come across this even younger white dude that liked to metaphorically hang onto my coat tail. He came from a nice home with both parents and a financially stable environment based on what he always told me.

Only thing was he had no morals. His name is Mark Rampart. He's 29 and eager to be recognised at all costs. I met him working in the local Volkswagen plant. I suppose he saw me as an easy way to get street credibility because I saved his ass a couple times when his lack of wisdom or his daddy's wallet couldn't acquit him from his folly.

Nevertheless, I ended up taking a buyout from Volkswagen for a lump sum. I figured it best all things considered and I was planning my next move in a better direction. Thus, after my daily early morning workouts I was venturing out to scope out worthy job prospects to accompany different passive income ventures online. Mike was still working at Volkswagen (when he felt like it). His parents wealth kept him in limbo in regard to responsibility or general manhood for that matter. I suppose I kept him around because I knew he needed lookin after..kinda like a lost pet so to speak. At any rate, he wanted to tag along every chance he got.

"I've got a line on some prime milf ass if you're down dude." exclaimed Mark while strolling downtown.

"Do I look like I want some pussy right now?? Im thinking business homeboy."

"Well that's just it ya see..she's tapped in to businesses all over the city and even has companies in other areas of Tennessee."

I just looked at him.

"Yeah right and how the fuck you meet her?"

He grinned like a cheshire cat.

"She's a friend of my mom but I made her a bitch of mine."

We sat and had lunch at Lupi's Pizzeria.

"Yeah I suppose your winning personality does have an appeal." I said chuckling as i scarfed down a slice of sausage pizza.

"Dude, no shit tho...I can have her down here to pick us up by the time we finish eating. I've got her on my stick hard Dev".

I rolled my eyes at his antics while wiping my mouth.

"What?, you taking pussy at gunpoint now?? I ain't savin you behind no more of your dumb shit boy." I stated flatly while holding my index finger up to emphasize my point.

"Chill brutha, Im good out here!!" raising his arms up like a certified cornball.

I simply shook my head while draining my Dr. Pepper through a straw.

I suppose he thought it better to try impressing me. It was a regular occurrence when Mark was around.

"Alright bet dude, Imma call her now and she'll be outside in a limo by the time we get outside waiting on us."

Looking down at my phone I just shrugged. I aint got time for nobody's bullshit today.

Mark phoned his "rich bitch" per say.

"Hey lady, what are you up to??"

I grabbed another slice of pizza, internally chuckling at Mark's inability to be himself. Looking back I'm not sure he ever knew how.

"Just chillin with my boy Dev. We need a ride asap. How quick can you get that pretty ass down here and scoop us up?"

I heard low bickering from the other end of the phone as I ate my pizza and shook my head.

"Ahh come on now, you know you wanna see me..more importantly you need to. We're at Lupi's. Text me when you're outside...or else!"

I looked up as I noticed him putting his phone back in his pocket.

"What you got goin on talkin bout "or else"?? You turn John Gotti overnight or what?"

Mark shrugged and replied,"I just know the game and I've got it locked down heavy Dev".

"Just remember I aint bailing your ass outta no more nonsense. I'm picking up my own pieces right now. You understand me??"

"Relax brutha, I got this. She's on her way now", Mark casually retorted

I shrugged again and finished my pizza. I got to thinking though. How does a goof ball like Mark land a successful businesswoman to his beck and call? That high society life is just different I guess. No more than 15 minutes later Mark gets a text on his phone.

"She's outside now. Watch this", Mark proclaimed like a kid in a candy store.

I nodded and got up to dispose of my trash before following him outside. Sure enough there was a white Lincoln limousine parked by the curb of the entrance of the pizzeria. The chauffeur was standing by the right rear passenger door of the car presumably awaiting our arrival.

Internally my mouth dropped but I'm a pretty stoic individual.

"My man Fred. How's it goin?" Mark exclaimed grinning from ear to ear.

"How do you do Mr.Rampart?" replied Fred with a specified reserve for Mark's presence while opening the passenger door.

"Well there Freddy, my day just got a helluva lot better", as he climbed in the limo.

I observed Fred to be an older gent. I'd guess mid to late 50s.

"What's up Fred", I casually spoke while shaking the man's hand. Looking into his eyes I could tell he was no slouch. A retired vet would be my first guess.

He greeted me with a firm handshake and a more laxed demeanor than Mark before I got in and sat opposite of Mark and his mystery milf.

As I observed the woman sitting in front of me it became abundantly clear to me that Mark wasn't lying after all. She was and still is breathtaking from her classy black high heels to her black nylon stockings. Her outfit consisted of a black skirt, black turtle neck, and grey sweater. Picture Angelica Huston at 55. Her legs were modestly crossed as she tampered with her phone, casually glancing up at me quickly giving me the once over behind her studious glasses. Her lips looked elegant and very kissable as they do to this day. I wasn't prepared for such a distraction to my current endeavors on this day at all.

"Listen Mark, I really dont have time for your antics today. I have meetings throughout the afternoon and chauffeuring you and your friends around is not anywhere on my schedule so what do you want?"

Mark casually responded by grabbing her right hand with his left while sitting next to her to kiss it.

"Cynthia, this is my boy Devin. Devin this is Cynthia."

Cynthia looked up at me from her phone once again while snatching her hand from Mark. This time we actually held eye contact for a few moments.

"Hello Devin".

"What's up, nice to meet you. I appreciate the ride."

Fred chimed in,"Where to Ms.Gaston?"

Cynthia glanced over to Mark as he smirked and answered.

"Just cruise around downtown town for a bit Fred". as Mark rolled up the window separating the front of the limo from the rear.

Cynthia sighed and turned her body posturing toward Mark which pointed her heels at me. If you know anything about the psychology of a woman having her feet pointed at you then you may understand why that's significant.

"Did you not just hear what I said Mark! I've got business today and I dont have the time nor the inclination to be your trophy in the midst of my business."

"You know I love it when you get spicy girl. I just had lunch and I'm in the mood for dessert. I'm altering you schedule for just a bit. I missed you."

Mark suddenly. grabbed her. by her waist crushing her against him, trying to kiss her lips as she exhaled audibly but turned her head toward his left shoulder to avoid his lips although I heard a low whine escape her throat.

"Marcus this is not happening right now goddamnit!"

Mark obviously knew how to push her buttons and her body wasn't as interested as dissuading him as her words were.

Mark doubled down and gripped her right inner thigh, squeezing it as Cynthia slightly jumped and whimpered in the same instance dropping her phone on the floorboard from her left hand in the process.

"Kiss me Cynthia. Kiss me like you use to kiss your husband."

Cynthia frantically began shaking her head in a low whine as Mark continually rubbed up her right thigh, squeezing it for effect and emphasis alike.

"You self centered, sanctimonious son of a bitch.."whimpered Cynthia

"Kiss me Cynthia". replied Mark undeterred while fiddling under Cynthia's skirt in the midst of her internal struggle.

Cynthia slowly started kissing Mark's left jaw line before licking it several times.

"You know I want your lips bitch." snarled Mark in her left ear as she continued kissing and licking across the left side of his jaw.

Cynthia frantically shook her head in defiance but continued kissing the left side of his face behind those glasses of hers.

"Well have it your way you stubborn cunt."

Mark obviously pressed into her pussy mound under her skirt because she suddenly exhaled and went limp, collapsing further into Mark as he sat her back and spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow.

Mark looked over at me and winked before pulling up Cynthia's skirt as her hands weakly detested his pursuit.

"Don't worry girl. I'm just gonna have my dessert and we'll be on our way."

He ripped off her satin light blue panties along with the nylon above it leaving her crotchless soaked hairy beaver dripping into her skirt and the seat beneath it.

Cynthia's eyes got big and she slapped Mark before he pinned her hands into the seat on each side of her around her thighs, applying his face into her womb as he did so.

I was sitting there observing all this in a span of maybe 7 to 10 minutes and the one thing that stuck out to me was that Cynthia could stop this at any time. She came to pick us up, provided the transportation, and tolerated Mark. I would have to know why.

Mark was eating Cynthia's high class beaver for all he was worth and above him Cynthia was muttering profanities to herself from low hooded eyes looking directly ahead in a continuity of moaning and whining until her eyes suddenly open wide and she looked directly at me, quickly sticking her tongue out. She stayed frozen like that for maybe 5 seconds before going limp into the seat again. I don't think I have ever witnessed this level of eroticism in my life(from one woman anyway) and my dick was at full salute. Mark finished his meal and sat back up on the seat. Cynthia slowly sat back up in a stupor, straightening out her skirt in the process.

She recrossed her legs after putting her ripped panties and nylon into a channel purse. She then pulled a card out of her purse and handed it to me.

" For your discretion you can reach me at my office to discuss adequate compensation. I'll remember you".

I simply nodded my head.

"Well what about me??" Mark intervened

"You owe me some panties and a brand new pair of nylons Marcus."

She then licked her middle and index fingers and placed them on Mark's lips.

"Don't ever mention my husband again Marcus." She had a cold stare in her eyes.

Mark ignored her and she had Fred drop us off at Hamilton Place, which is where my car was parked. Before I exited I heard,

"It was nice meeting you Devin".

I glanced back and nodded accordingly as I strolled back to my car.

To this day I never really got that image of her out of my head. Nevertheless, that's how I met Cynthia in her predicament. As for how we continued, that's another matter entirely.