FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Matt L. » Mon Jan 22, 2018 12:09 am

5

Sheila shuffled around the Lopez’s diner like menial labor was a practical career for the once schooled lawyer. Lena supervised her like a hawk, was very demanding but she likewise made sure she was feed well and plenty of leftovers to take home.

Jessie, the plus size waitress who used to be Marco’s main squeeze and the other waitresses warmed up to Sheila, even inviting her on a girl’s night out sometime in the future.

Yolanda had moved in and they got along famously, albeit between school, visiting her child and random dates with the guy Will, she was frequently absent from their digs.

Friday came around and Sheila was anxious about her date with Marco, likewise excited to show off her nipple ring and the flowery tramp stamp extending from hip to meaty hip.
Originally Sheila wanted a design over her boob but Yolanda talked her out of it.

However, Yolanda didn’t discourage Sheila from giving into her appetite, even as much as Sheila complained about the inches to her waistline and how plump her belly was getting.
Yolanda made sure the apartment was apply supplied with chocolate and pastry, and even persuaded Sheila to spend time with Rosa and Elena, hoping her roommate might become accustomed to their lavish fattening meals while adapting their gargantuan appetites.


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Marco was completely caught off guard by Sheila’s sultry appearance.

Sheila’s dark mane dusting her shoulders, the heavily applied cosmetics giving her an unanimous tawdry look. The eyeliner particularly thick, fake long lashes in tow.

A stretchy black tube top snugly cradling her shapely boobs, tense enough to outline her nipple ring, her blue jean shorts somewhat tattered, muffin-tops over the waistband, the material showing off the bubbly roundness of her derriere.

The navel ring on full display, like the tramp stamp tattoo, a baroque field of brilliant red, yellow and blue hues. Several cheap rings on her fingers, even cheaper pair of earrings, plastic pink heart shape, dangling from her lobes.

Naturally Sheila greeted Marco in Spanish, he replied by taking her in his arms and kissing her.

Marco walked around Sheila, complimenting the tramp stamp, she willingly tugged at her tube top, her big boob jiggling as it popped out, giving him a nice look at her nipple ring which he gently flicked and then licked.

Marco helped Sheila adjusting her top, cupping her breast while securing another kiss, then firmly grabbed her crotch, squeezing it as the kissing continued.

A moment later they were on their way to dinner, Sheila reapplying her cherry red lipstick in an over the top manner, Marco periodically massaging her thigh.

Sheila maneuvered her shoulder softly against Marco, “Can’t believe we’re out like a normal couple, finally!”

Marco nodded, “Yes, very cool, mammacita, no more sneaking around, right?”

Sheila wrangled her arm around Marco’s free arm, purring aloud with a wide smile.

Marco enjoyed his mind games, Sheila currently his favorite target.

“Now you can be yourself, no more bullshit. In a couple years nobody will remember Sheila Marcus; by then you’ll be another invisible member of society that gets shit on.”

Sheila tried keeping a positive mood, “You make it sound so bad, we’ll still be together, that’s a good thing, right?”

Marco chuckled, “Yeah, possibly. But what I meant, without your white privilege you’re just another poor Latina, an illegal one on top of that. Shit, honey, do you realize you have to remain a bottom feeder! If things go down, you can be deported.”

“We be together, you’ll protect me!” Sheila screeched.

“I’ll protect you the best I can but nothing’s impossible, my influence only goes so far…” Marco replied, adding with his signature bad boy smirk, “…about us being together, let’s see what you look like at forty.”

Sheila kissed Marco’s shoulder, her tone extraordinarily passive, “I be there for you, Marco. I’ll work on pleasing you, make you happy.”

“Okay”, Marco said, patting Sheila’s knee, feeling fairly successful in depositing the notion within Sheila’s mind that her socio-economic status was inauspicious. It wasn’t simply out of his wanting to control Shelia that he employed the mind game but to send home the message she was now the destitute, despicable type she once snubbed and loathed - a bottom feeder.

Marco grinned, “Don’t worry, Sasha. You’ll blend in, conform to our culture. Soon you’ll be buying jewelry and not giving a damn that’s it stolen, American food will seem foreign, and you’ll celebrate Mexican holidays like it’s your heritage.”
Certainly Sheila was quite unnerved about her life being downgraded, socially demoted into a culture that rarely register a blip on the radar. Despite collapsing inside, Sheila found sanguinary in that Marco was her man.

Sheila brushed her fingertips off Marco’s chest, fluttering her eyes and smiling, “I’ll be the right woman for you, be exactly like you wish…..”

“You’ve never looked sexier”, Marco interrupted Sheila, “So far, so good. You got that hoochie thing going on!”

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A few minutes later Sheila noticed the route Marco was taking, it was toward the Caucasian suburbs.

Sheila questioned where they were having dinner, Marco informed her, “We’re going back to Buena Fiesta! I thought you liked the food, right?”

Sheila pushed back her locks, “Shit, I thought maybe you be taking me to a nice place.”

“You’re kidding!” Marco chuckled. “Buena Fiesta is a nice place! Anyhow, the way you’re dressed, those stuffy overpriced places you used to eat at wouldn’t seat ya, hell, they’d show you the door out.”

Sheila’s jaw dropped, Marco promoting his point, “You have to get with the program. Fast food, cheap food, you know? High class places are now completely out of the picture for you.”

Marco shrewdly decided on having their dinner at the second rate Taco Bell knock off earlier that week. Having dinner at a fast food restaurant where most of the patrons were Caucasian teenagers was the perfect opportunity to humiliate Sheila. Not only would Sheila recognize she wasn’t a part of their culture but in many cases would be treated like a second class citizen.

Marco cruised through the vastly middle class suburb, sweetly charming Sheila about how happy he was being on what could be called their first real date.

“We’ll celebrate good tonight, Sasha! You being liberated from all that bureaucrat bullshit! Aren’t you excited! From now on we can be seen together, and better yet you can ease off all that snootiness, you don’t rate a damn anymore. You can drink and party, wear what you like, and hang out with whoever you chose!”

The restaurant was on the horizon, Sheila remembered their previous visit late in the night, this meal was only six in the evening, and she questioned how the customers and staff might react, after all they did receive some rude comments,

Marco parked his van and with Sheila vacated the vehicle. Marco couldn’t resist giving Sheila a hug, squeezing her tightly, giving her a kiss. Taking her hand, they made tracks inside the eatery.

“You stand in line with me, order for yourself, in English of course”, Marco said rather sweetly.

Stopping at the entrance, Marco gestured with his hand for Sheila to open the door for him.
Marco strutted in, Sheila behind him, “Remember this next time, HOOCHIE…” Marco uttered, putting Sheila in her place. Sheila nodded, remembering in her new culture that the man entered and exited first.

Up to the service counter they strolled hand in hand, Marco ordered first, signaling Sheila with a nod for her to order.

“Um, pleeze can I have a Burrito supreme, and pleeze large Pepsi, some chips with salsa?” Sheila’s tone sounding rather uncomfortable and defective. The fortitude and eloquence evidently removed.
Marco wrapped his arm around Sheila’s waist as they waited for their orders, and she discreetly observed the other patrons. Thankfully nobody was really paying attention to them with exception to a couple teenage boys who were scoping out her rack.

Eventually the couple found themselves at a table, enjoying their food and amusing each other with trivial conversation. Sheila was far more openly flirtatious to Marco’s pleasure, possibly because she was becoming comfortable in her new skin, and because she was no longer bound by the pressure of behaving a certain way while in public.

Sheila likewise discovered the cuisine more appetizing this time around, mentioning it to Marco who invited her to have another burrito. Shelia tilted her head, patting her belly, “That would be so nice but these shorts are very tight, my tummy is getting big.”

Always the schemer, Marco politely insisted to her, “Nah, honey, this is a special occasion, eat hearty. You can lay low with the food tomorrow.”
Marco was anxious for his chica to generously fill out, fill out where Sheila wouldn’t look so desirable to the cool dudes in the neighborhood and even question her beauty.

Sheila left the their table, putting a little snap in her walk which caused her hips to wiggle and a nice bounce to her butt. Cruising toward the service counter, she again noticed the young studs ogling her. Sheila humorously conceded to give them a small show and walking by their table she intentionally put some extra jiggle in her jugs. Their smiling faces signifying their approval.

Returning to the table with another burrito and Pepsi, Sheila paused to run her fingers through Marco’s hair and then bump her hip into his body.

It wasn’t until they were through with dinner and on their way out that somebody made a snobby comment which somehow escaped Marco but Sheila heard it loud and clear.

Sheila held the door open for Marco to walk out, before she could join him, some guy and his babe entered the establishment.

“Don‘t they have hundreds of Mexican restaurants in their neighborhood”, the twenty something male mumbled, his female companion acidly replied, “They probably been banned for sneaking out on their check.”

Sheila was miffed, angrily telling Marco about what was said about them. Marco didn‘t care, “Let them think what they want, I hate them as much as they hate us.”
Marco snagged Sheila by the waist, drawing her into his body, gently kissing her while squeezing her ass.

“Cheer up, baby”, Marco then smiled, “Don’t be in a foul mood coz those assholes. Remember we’re on a date.”

Sheila cupped the sides of Marco’s face, planting a kiss.
“You’re right, why let them sour my mood, we have lots of fun tonight”, Sheila repeated the kiss, grinding her body against Marco’s body.


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The next stop on their date was a small party held by a fellow gang member.
Food and drink and weed galore, festive Mexican music and some dancing.

Sheila surveyed the females in attendance, typical hoochie chicks, scantily clad and wearing an elaborate amount of makeup. The skinny babes outnumbered the heavier females but there were a couple who were marginally chubby and one that was legitimately fat.
Sheila clung to Marco at first, even sitting on his lap while he conversed with his friends, teasing his hair and conveniently kissing him. After a while Sheila made rounds of the party, getting to know his circle of friends. Shots of tequila, beer and even a small degree of marijuana thrown into the mix. Sheila was all a buzz, her appetite seemingly imprudent as she nibbled relentlessly on the party food.

Unlike the dignified woman who once labored in law, Sheila didn’t feel so inhibited any longer; pulling down her top and showing off her nipple ring to a few of the females, using foul language, and not wincing when Marco cupped her boob, likewise nibbling on his ear and massaging his crotch in full view of the party-goers.

Sheila was conversing with her new friends when Marco interrupted, “Okay, Sasha, we’ll be going.”

Marco was civil enough to wait until Sheila hugged each one of the females, promising to keep in contact, and thanking them for being so nice to her.

Sheila lassoed Marco’s waist as they strolled outdoors, he kept his hand plastered to her ass.

“You got along good with them I think”, Marco grinned, “Very fucking cool, you’re in their posse.”

“I like them a lot, no bullshit, Marco”, Sheila exaggerated her answer just to appease her man; “They are cool, and fucking down to earth.”

They boarded the van, Sheila immediately unbuttoning her shorts to give her tummy room to breathe, “Aye, I ate to much, going have to skip a couple meals tomorrow for sure!”, She giggled, rolling her fingertips off the spongy surface of her budding potbelly.

“The date’s not over yet, honey, but I have some business to take care of”, Marco replied, “Then we’ll finish off the night in your bedroom, or maybe the van.”

Sheila swerved her face toward the back of the van, the mattress stirring up thoughts of their previous sexual escapade in the Buena Fiesta parking lot.
“I might not be able to refuse your wild charms before we get inside”, Sheila peeped a naughty giggle.

Marco drove the van out of the impoverished neighborhood, steering directly into an even more vile part of the city, Flores Street.

“We going to the tattoo shop?” Sheila asked.

“Light me up a smoke”, Marco ordered Sheila before explaining in a calm and casual tone, “No, we’re going to a strip club, I have to see a guy about a deal.”

Sheila lit the cigarette, handing it over to Marco who cracked a wily grin, “Ever been to a strip club before?”

Sheila scratched her belly, “No, and I guess this ain’t no fancy gentlemen’s club, it’s probably a dump.”

Marco laughed, “Oh baby, you got that right. The strippers are bottom feeders, you’ll fit right in!”

“Are they fat?” Shelia blurted while gazing at her doughy belly bump.

“No, not hardly, some are maybe a little out of shape but no fat broads there”, Marco took some pride in explaining, “These are hoochies who never really lived up to their potential. I mean being respectable and modest. No, they scrape by making a living getting undressed and dancing, and this being a low class dive you can imagine the dregs who go there.”

Marco grabbed Sheila’s hand, firmly squeezing it to make his point, “Being around them you’ll get an idea what your life could be like without me looking after you. You’ll probably end up doing this, unless you get too chubby or some idiot knocks you up, then who knows.”

Sheila dropped her head, “I try to get along with you, stop taunting me”, she whined.

“I’m just laying out the facts in case you get on my bad side”, Marco coldly informed Sheila, “Obey me and be attentive.”

Sheila cursed Marco in her thoughts, but knowing full well she was obligated to replied, she forced a smile, “Yes, Marco. Whatever you say.”

Parking the van in the alley behind the strip club, Marco told Sheila to button up her shorts which she did, having to suck in her flab to complete the task.

“We’ll have some fun once I’m done here so like, don’t be so fucking emotional and relax!”
Sheila nodded, edging herself closer to Marco, a peach of a smile developed over her lips, “I’ll be very sweet and affectionate tonight, baby.”

Marco smirked; he sort of appreciated her attempt in trying to please him.
Marco took Sheila by the hand and escorted her through the seedy establishment’s backdoor.

The hole-in-the-wall club had a rancid smell of cigarettes and booze, a misty fog illustrated through the red lights which somewhat lit up the bar and lounge area. Red carpet of a crimson shade, peppered with burnt spots and stains. The waitresses were topless, majority of them were marginally thick, sitting on the customers laps while taking their orders.
The patrons were an assortment of races, Spanish, African American and Caucasian. None of them seemed affiliated with any gang but they all looked decadent and indigent. Older guys in their fifties out numbered the pack; there were some in the thirties and forties.

The stage was illuminated with strobe lights; a skinny African American woman was in the middle of her act, stripping to some hip--hop number. The strippers who had finished their act worked the crowd, talking the customers into buying another drink, others escorting the guys upstairs for private lap dances.

Sheila sat down at a table, Marco telling a top heavy waitress to bring his woman a drink.
“I’ll be back in twenty minutes!”

The waitress was bleach blond, generously stacked, southern babe in her late twenties.
“I’m Candy”, she smiled while handing Sheila a plastic cup which contained her beer.
Candy’s figure was curvaceous, flawless with omission to a rather chubby belly.

“You here for an audition? Rico is always looking for new talent.”

Sheila sipped her unreasonably warm beer, having to depend on English to answer, “No, me with Marco, on date.”

“You ever change your mind, you’d clean up good around here, you have a sweet looking pair of boobs.”

Candy continued, confiding with Sheila like they had been friends for years, “I used to strip here, raked in a lot of cash until I put on a little too much weight. But some of the regulars do ask me for a lap dance, twenty bucks a dance sure adds up.”

Sheila demurely smiled, sipping her beer as Candy chirped, “Well, gots customers, talk with ya later.”

Sheila laid her arm over her stomach, nursing her beer while periodically watching the show and the low class patrons in their uncouth mischief.

Marco returned a little while later, holding onto a large mug of beer.
Sheila glimpsed her plastic cup, inquiring how Marco got a mug instead of a cup as he sat down beside her.

“Because I’m a somebody and you’re a nobody”. Marco grunted, “And I get the good stuff from the managers office too.”

Marco sat in a relaxed style, legs intersected, his hand over Sheila’s thigh.
“I thought we’d be going?” Sheila asked.

“We will, in a while. Just enjoy the show; those chicks are beautiful, huh?”

Sheila folded her arms over her breasts, “I guess. But really, ain’t you in the mood?”
“Later”, Marco replied, his attention mainly focused on the Latina stripper on stage.

Sheila adjusted her body, slanting sideways into Marco, kissing his jaw and purring, “Oh, baby. My kitty needs affection; you’re the only man who can do it.”

Marco momentarily starred dead on at Sheila, subsequently bringing his lips to hers, massaging her boob and then crotch. The applauds from the crowd interrupting their moment, Marco withdrew his lips from Sheila.

“Yeah, we’ll screw later, chica, I’m so fucking horny”, Marco stated, his punky grin distorting his features. “Guess what, Sasha. I think you look hot, sexier than ever but you know what would really turn me on, make me want to fuck the hell out of you?”

Sheila gazed at Marco in puzzlement, “No?”

Marco wrapped his arm around Sheila’s waist and hoisted her unto his lap.
“If I knew other guys found you sexy, it would turn me on like crazy”, Marco whispered.
Sheila held onto Marco’s shoulders, her breasts squished against his body, “Ay, I thought you were already horny, why would what those losers think turn you on?”

Sheila calling the customers losers only increased Marco’s desire in humiliating her.
Marco played it up to the hilt, “Its obvious these dregs are turned on by a beautiful woman, how would a chica with a so-so body rate with them?”

“My body’s so-so?” Sheila sullenly droned, “I though you say I look hot, sexy.”
“Oh Sasha, you look sexy for a flabby Hoochie”, Marco seizing Sheila’s plump pouch and squeezing it to exemplify his point, “You gotta admit, you’re starting to get chunky.”

“Hey! That no nice talk!” Sheila blurted in English.

“What? I do have real feelings for you, just being honest about your body”, Marco faked a frown, “Why are you being so heartless to me? I’m the guy who set you up with a job and an apartment and you’re being shitty to me.”

Sheila backed away from Marco, her boobs bobbling slightly, “Damn, Marco. I’m not totally ungrateful, I’m glad, appreciate all you do…”

Sheila smiled as she hugged Marco, “You’re my man, my only man, I do you right, whatever pleases you.”

Marco slid his fingers down Sheila’s back, “Okay, baby. Then you’ll see my cousin in the backroom, Rico will set up the whole thing.”

“Marco!” Sheila whined, “You can’t be fucking serious.”

Marco gently removed Sheila off his lap, “You don’t have to strip if you don’t want to, okay.
I mean like, it would get me hornier but what the fuck, right. Your needs are more important than mine.”

Sheila steered her face to the stage, a shapely red head was in the middle of undressing while roving her hips in a sultry dance.

“I’m so insecure about my body, those skanks are beautiful…”

Marco didn’t appreciate Sheila referring to the strippers as skanks, once again reinforcing his ambition in belittling the former district attorney.

“It’s okay, sit back down”, Marco’s expression as indifferent as his tone of voice, “I’ll get me a lap dance, and then we’ll go back to my place. You can do my laundry while I’m out with my boys.”

Sheila moved in on Marco, wrapping one arm around his waist, rubbing his neck with her other hand.
“We make beautiful love tonight, don’t ruin it, please.”

“I’m not ruining anything, you’re the one not cooperating”, Marco cracked a smart-aleck smile.

Sheila nodded, “It would really please you if I got on stage, undress and shake my ass in front of all those men?”

“Look at the money the guys are stuffing into their G-strings, you’ll make a bundle”, Marco replied, “But hell yes it would please me.”

“What I have to do?” Sheila sighed.

Marco grabbed her hand and led her to the backroom, the office of Rico Munu.

Rico looked the very definition of a weasel. Skinny, ugly features and thin mustache.

“So this is the woman you’ve been bragging about. She is exotic looking, have her turn around let me see her ass.”

Marco didn’t have to say anything, Sheila willingly spun around.

“No disrespect, Marco, she’s decent but she ought to lay off the sweets.”

Marco turned to Sheila, “See your body ain’t that bad.”

Sheila sub-consciously cupped her belly, Marco conveying to Rico for his own amusement, “Sasha’s gotten lazy since moving in, she used to go to this expensive gym, lot of good that done her.”

Rico concurred in a mode true to his coarse character, “No joke, but take it from me, lots of these high class broads would be huge cows if they weren’t rich. I think your woman proves my point.”


Sheila felt uneasy as Rico pointed at her, “I’d have to see her naked to get a better clue but judging by her how tummy pouch spreads out at the bottom, and you see those lines on her neck, they’re called a ‘Fat Necklace. Yeah, she got all the signs alright. If she watches what she eats, it’ll slow the progress, keep the pounds off for a while but eventually she’s gonna get tubby.”

Sheila heard enough, “Hey, you guys going to stand around and insult me or do I get to strip!”

Rico chuckled, “Shit, baby, you got gorgeous tetas but I ain’t sure stripping is your thing, wanna be a waitress?”

Marco stepped in between Sheila and his cousin, “No, she’s serious. Think you’d let her go on stage, as a favor to me?”

Rico looked Sheila up and down, ardently surveying her figure.
“She’s a little flabby, what the hell, as a favor to you, Marco.”

“Out of curiosity”, Marco squinted at Sheila, “How much you weigh?”

Sheila puffed up cheeks; she didn’t really want to answer Marco but knew she had to obey him.

“I really don’t know, Marco, honest. I think I’m maybe ten-pounds heavier since moving here, but I’m not over 150-pounds”, she uncomfortably droned.

Marco delicately patted Sheila’s tummy, “I think you’re at least 150-pounds”, he grinned.

Sheila folded her arms over her breasts, “Hey, you said I look sexy, and don’t fucking believe what your cousin says, I’m not going to get fat!”

Marco coolly smiled, “Don’t get huffy, it’s only his theory.”
“Right, think what ya want, Sheila, I know a future calorie queen when I see one”, Rico happily bragged.

Shelia sternly looked at Marco, “Rico knows who me is!”, once again blurting in her natural language.

It was Rico who replied, his grin quite wide and indecorous, “I’m one of the few people Marco tells everything to….”

Of course Rico knew Marco’s real objective in taming the haughty vixen and corrupting her appearance, he soft soaked Sheila, “….If Marco didn’t have strong feelings for ya; he wouldn’t have helped ya along this way. You’re a very lucky woman; lots of hoochies would love to be in your place!”

Marco smiled at Sheila, “You got Rico’s approval, baby. He would object if I was involved with a woman better than me.”

From there both Rico and Marco escorted Sheila to a fitting room where she would pick out an outfit to wear and then take off. There was a powder blue blazer and skirt, Marco got a gem of an idea.

“Put this on, start your act like you’re addressing a court room, like you’re a smart lawyer woman. When the music starts playing, slowly take it off, show off your ass; jiggle your boobs that type of shit.”

Sheila cringed, then sprouted off, “Can I change without your cousin being here!”
“What the fuck, Sasha! Rico’s going to see you naked anyway!”
Rico humorously rattled off, “Too bad you got soft, Marco showed me pictures of you, you looked so sweet, damn, we would have made the bucks!”

Sheila grumbled at Rico, “Marco says I look sexy, my body ain’t so bad!”

Marco and Rico replied in unison, “It was better!” Marco then adding, “But you still look attractive, maybe cause you got some flaws now, you’re a normal looking hoochie.”

Chuckles invaded the room after Sheila called them both assholes.

Marco didn’t take it personal, he knew his chica was upset, he let it slide this time.

Marco and Rico deliberated on what song Sheila should strip to, finally settling on a cover version of Twist and Shout performed by some garage band.
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A blond stripper known as Dolly Diamonds left the stage, off stage Rico grabbed the microphone and announced Saucy Sasha to the thunderous sound of applauds.

Sheila felt a little uneasy stepping out on the stage; she didn’t go to law school to undress in front of strangers. However, she convinced herself that her former identity no longer existed; she was Sasha, a Mexican girl from the streets, willing to do anything for her man.

Sheila’s warped mind struggled with the correct things to say, she hadn’t relied on her smarts and experience in courtroom etiquette in such a while, her diminished IQ working against her.
The lights were very intense, thankfully she had a tough time making out the audience but she could hear their clapping and cheers.

Sheila opened her mouth, “Jury people! Come to order! My evidence thingys will totally cause an objection…”

The music began to play, Sheila spun around and wiggled her hips, dropping the blazer then turned and shook her boobs at the audience. Shouts and applauds caused Sheila to naughtily smile, she felt the rush of excitement, strutting from one side of the stage to the other; she again turned around, dropped her skirt, and wiggled her ass.

The dollar bills tossed on stage encouraged Sheila to add a provocative motion to her dance routine, and at one point she strutted to the front of the stage, jutting out her jugs to crowd, giving her boobs a wiggle as she bent over. Sheila winked at the dude who pushed a dollar in between her cleavage, then backed away, resuming her sultry dance.

Sheila tossed kisses to the crowd once her routine came to an end, picking up the cash; she gave her ass another shake to the loud and rousing fan-fare of the audience.

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“That was fantastic, Sasha!” Marco said as he embraced her.
“Yeah, not so bad, I think I got twenty bucks!” Sheila giggled.
Marco patted her ass, “We’ll split the money later, have a beer and relax until you’re on stage again”

“What?” Sheila blinked, “On stage again?”

“You can’t just walk out on your fans like that, they’re crazy about you”, Marco replied.

Sheila sighed, “Marco, baby, I don’t know. I kind of liked it but I’m not that type of girl.”

Marco withdrew from the embrace. “You’re the type of girl I say you are. Tonight you’re going to strip a couple more times, and you know what else? You’re going to work the crowd between routines, getting the dregs to buy drinks and if they want a lap dance, you’re available.”

“No, Marco, pleeze!” Sheila whimpered, Marco giggled, “It’s no big deal, you’re not going to be screwing them. All you gots to do is take them upstairs for a private dance. Hell, baby, you’ll make twenty-dollars a pop plus tips. We’ll split it.”

Sheila held her hand to her hips, tilting her head, “Damn, this one night but never ever again.”

Marco gave Sheila a funky look complete with his bad boy grin, “Probably, unless you’re disobedient and then I’ll drop you off here, and you can make a living taking off your clothes.”

Sheila dropped her head and grumbled, “What did I do to ever deserve getting mixed up with you.”

Marco’s impertinent grin became elongated, “You want a list!”

Sheila sniffled, wiping her eyes, “You said you cared about me….”

Marco wagged his head, reaching over her pulled Sheila into his arms, “Sasha, I do care about you, this is why I’m doing this.”

Sheila tightly held unto Marco’s waist, “Huh? You crazy?” she softly uttered.

Marco weaved his fingers through Sheila’s hair, “Living in the white’s man world made you uppity, we can never really be a couple unless you learn how it is for us, sometimes poverty forces people to do things they don’t want to do.”

Marco wasn’t on the level and he knew it, he thoroughly acquired much pleasure in humiliating Sheila.

Sheila conceded with an artificial smile, knowing she needed to make concessions for Marco’s unpleasant conduct toward her. However, Sheila erroneously presumed that if she was affectionate enough she could change Marco’s behavior toward her which would improve their relationship.

Sheila did abide Marco’s decision, walking out on stage a couple more time, putting on an exotic show while removing her clothes. Between routines Sheila worked the tables, wearing a pink baby doll nightgown and pink feathery boa, hustling the patrons in buying drinks and performing a few private lap dances. Sheila hated the way the guys slobbered over her, greasy, uncouth social rejects, although they repeatedly voiced their opinion on her beauty, after a while she felt as nasty as them.

Rico appreciated the cash he made off Sheila, the alcohol she talked the losers into buying, his commission from her lap dances - 10%, later on telling Marco that it was a bonus having her on stage, but it was a Friday night.

“I wish your woman could show up on a Tuesday or Wednesday, those are slow days, and only the worse assholes come into the place. Even the waitresses hate them.”

Rico went on describing the filthy outcasts who hung out at the club, even he had to admit they soured the mood of the place.

“You never can tell”, Marco grinned, “It’s that bad, huh?”

Rico nodded, Marco tore the cigarette away from his lips, “I’ll have Sasha show up Wednesday, I’ll say you need the help.”


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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Junketh71 » Mon Jan 22, 2018 5:58 pm

This was very interesting. Especially the narrative shift at the end of the chapter. Good luck!
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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby div » Tue Jan 23, 2018 12:44 am

Yes a shifting took place and a necessary one I would say. How better get the message over than by example. Sheila climbing down the ladder, her corrupted mind failing to produce an apt response, equally failing to fully evaluate the situation Marco brought upon her while somehow stuck with having a serious case of infatuation going that evades any
form of reason and control so far. She could be expected to build up a good amount of anger underneath and a foul mood on the outer shell. I have seen my share of it und there seem to be links to both intelligence levels und character types but the analysis of it is a complicated endeavor. Some just snap in one way or another, do they not?

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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby brightsun21 » Tue Jan 23, 2018 12:05 pm

Loved the strip club parts
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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Matt L. » Wed Feb 07, 2018 12:56 am

Hello Friends,

Thanks for reading the story, we're delighted you're enjoying it. A few more episodes will be posted starting on the weekend.

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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Matt L. » Fri Feb 09, 2018 10:44 pm

Marco blasted the radio exceptionally loud while driving back to his neighborhood. Sheila kept to herself, her body situated against the door, taking a few tokes from a joint, torn between resentment and a warped sense of loyalty toward her man.

Marco parked in front of Sheila’s crappy apartment, turning down the radio’s volume, giving Sheila’s tummy a firm tap to obtain her attention.

“Run inside and get your things!” Marco demanded, “You’re staying with me the next couple of days!”

Sheila was fairly intoxicated by now; it took a second for Marco’s words to register.
Once they did she attractively smiled, “Right, okay, sweetheart.”

Marco steered his face away from Sheila, looking out the driver’s side window, “Hurry up now, and be quiet. You don’t want to scare the chickens, Gomez can use the eggs.”

Sheila backed out of the musty smelling van, delicately closing the door.

In the course of the next few minutes Sheila critically analyzed Marco turning his face away from her. Did she upset him in some way? Stuffing whatever garments which were ready for wear into a pair of duffle bags, she decided to be especially sweet to Marco, maybe he’ll forget whatever it was that caused his dismissive attitude.

Sheila hopped back into the van, surprising him with a kiss, announcing afterward that she was thrilled to be staying with him for a couple days.

Sheila noticed the unconcerned look in Marco’s eyes, “Something wrong?”

Marco pulled the car away from the curb, returning the radio to its harsh volume; he drove to his place without any reply.

Sheila lowered her head, unsure what was going on, remaining quiet was the best option.

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“Pour me a glass of tequila, chica”, Marco requested the moment they arrived at his bachelor pad.
Sheila did as she was told, bringing the glass to Marco, waiting for an explanation.

Marco took a sip, brushed his fingers against Sheila’s cheeks, “Go on, get something to eat. You’re filled up with beer and smoked enough weed, I know you’re hungry.”

Marco had another sip, handing Sheila the glass, “I’m going to take a shower, then I’m going to bed. It’s okay to share the bed with me, just stay on your side.”

Sheila pouted, “Baby, if I insulted you or something you got to tell me, that’s the only way I can correct it.”

Marco wiped his nose; Sheila could feel a cold blast from his eyes.

“I don’t have to tell you shit”, Marco said calmly although his expression look miffed, “But since you’re stupid I’ll clear the air for you.”

Sheila nodded; Marco removed the glass from her hand and finished the tequila with one gulp.
“You embarrassed me in front of my cousin, talking shit like you’re my equal. I expect my hoochies to be seen and not heard. When I’m with Rico or my boys, you only speak when spoken to.”

Sheila’s eyes grew wide, “I apologize, Marco, I’m sorry…”

Marco returned the empty glass to Sheila’s hand. “We’ll forget it this time.”

Sheila moved into Marco’s space about to embrace him but he backed away.
“I don’t want you touching me tonight. Basically I don’t want anything to do with you the entire weekend.”

Sheila nervously whirled her fingers through her hair, “Why then did you invite me over?”

“Because, you dim-witted cow, you haven’t learned your place yet. For the next couple days you’re my servant, do you understand?”

Sheila briefly closed her eyes, sighing out loud, “Yes, Marco.”

“Tomorrow you’re doing my laundry, going clean around here, whatever I say.”

Sheila shook her head, “Okay, Marco. I’ll call Yolanda, tell her I’m here.”

“After you start my shower, and um, have something to eat if you want.”

Sheila nodded then proceeded to start the shower for Marco.

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Sheila held her hand flatly over her tummy while meandering through the kitchen.
Although Marco was in a terrible mood at least he gave her free reign over her appetite since this night was a special occasion.

Some occasion, Sheila quibbled in her thoughts as she nibbled on those tasty Mexican chocolates which were becoming habit forming. At first she felt angry, being humiliated, insulted, and then stripping to the extreme of giving a bunch of strange guys lap dances. There was a sense of naughtiness that she did derive some fun but she would never concede to make a living in that way.

Next up was cheese, American cheese which she ate with crackers and then with baloney, a weird cheese and baloney sandwich without bread.

Shelia kicked off her shoes, parking her duff on a chair; she cracked open a beer, finishing what was left of a pizza while her emotions shifted to the negative.
Maybe she was to blame, maybe she didn’t appreciate Marco well enough, maybe she was really stupid for speaking out of line. Marco was a cool dude, his reputation was dynamically favorable, how could she measure up to him. Sheila had packed on additional poundage, she had better do something about it and quick or else. Sheila’s self-esteem was more than rocky, it was deteriorating.
Sheila finished her beer and snack, grabbing another handful of chocolates before slowly drifting to Marco’s bedroom. In Sheila’s mind she was at fault, she would have to improve her attitude and watch her figure; she couldn’t risk losing such a magnificent man!


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The very next day Sheila made the best breakfast possible for Marco, naturally he made her eat alone in the kitchen while he noshed in the dining room. Sheila scrubbed his floors, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, spruced up the bedroom, living and dining room, and then took out the trash.

Marco was present the entire day but all he said to her was, “I suppose you want some lunch. Have a sandwich and then back to work.”

Sheila was made to gather up his clothes, take them to the basement and wash them. It came to Sheila’s surprise that a couple of Marco’s other hoochies showed up with their laundry. Such a comfort that Marco had a dryer or else she’d have to spend hours hanging the garments on the clothesline like at Elena’s home. The young women were skinny and scantily clad, they talked down to Sheila for the most part but Sheila understood it was probably influenced by Marco.

Sheila felt some anger but mostly felt trounced with misery, Marco preferring their company to her, although despite the crestfallen emotion, Sheila believed she deserved it.

Marco later handed Sheila a hundred dollar bill with a list of food to pick up at the grocery store, she would have to make dinner for Marco and his girls.

“Get something for yourself too; the help never dines with her boss and his company!”
Sheila lowered her eyes, “Yes, Marco.”
“I know you don’t respect your figure, I won’t be too surprise if buy a shit load of fattening food”, Marco said in a completely pleasant tone.

___

Sheila made dinner for Marco and his guest which she served in the dining room.

Sheila ate alone in the kitchen, her meal not limited to microwave burritos and some kind of Mexican version of cheesecake but what Marco and his guests had leftover.

Upon cleaning up, Sheila retreated to the front room where she curled up on the sofa and spent the night.


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Sheila had reached rock bottom emotionally. Marco held back his affection, treating Sheila like a lowly servant the entire weekend.

Monday morning Sheila served Marco breakfast in bed; quietly she asked if she could perhaps return to her apartment.

Marco cordially waved Sheila into bed with him, finally a smile reached his face and his demeanor was at least somewhat hospitable.

“You did okay, chica”, Marco told Sheila as he nibbled on his meal, “I think you understand your place and have a better idea of our relationship, right?”

Shelia demurely smiled, “Yes, Marco. All I really want to do is make you happy.”

Marco shook his head, “That’s fine. Now next week we’re having a unity picnic, sort of a festival to celebrate the peace between the gangs. I want you to go with me, be my date so to speak.”

Sheila was happily surprised at this turn of events, and she cutely giggled, “I’m your woman again?”

Marco nodded, “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

Sheila moved closer to Marco, “Yes, Marco. I’ll be more respectful.”

Marco paused from his meal, “One thing though, Rico needs a waitress Wednesday at the strip club. All you have to do is serve drinks, wait on the customers. You’ll do it right?”

Marco could tell Sheila felt uncomfortable, thus he added, “This will be the last time you need to work there, understand? Unless of course you mess up again, then maybe I see you work there full time.”

Sheila sighed, subsequently nodding, “Sure, baby. Whatever you want.”

“Very cool, chica, now you can clean up the kitchen and then go back to your apartment. I’ll see you Friday night.”



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Sheila did exactly as she was told, Thursday evening she sat around the apartment with Yolanda, who encouraged her to speak English, while conversing over current events.

Sheila was sitting diagonally on the sofa, her increasingly well-fed figure in a T-shirt and shorts which showed off the width and sponginess of her tummy, popping pieces of chocolate into her mouth one by one.

“That crummy strip club, awful. Marco had me be waitress yesterday, it totally demeaning. Lots of fat guy losers, no manners, I hate doing it…”

Yolanda sipped her flavored coffee; in contrast she appeared the ultra college vixen in her girlie girl sweater and blue jeans. “Then why the hell did you work there again? Wasn’t your previous experience demeaning. Especially stripping. Marco never made me strip in front of strangers when we were a couple.”

It was obvious Sheila’s thighs were thickening up; the top portion had a bulging look as they pressed together, the overall tissue unanimously flabby.

“You got that right but it made me feel um, nice in strange way coz I got applause and some money”, Sheila mischievously grinned. Sliding two pieces of chocolate between her lips, Sheila continued while chewing, “But you got understand, I need to show Marco he is boss, you know that right? I mean, to win his heart, I be obeying him plenty.”

Yolanda drew a tense breath, “Once I graduate school, Sasha, I’m taking you out of this neighborhood, away from Marco. You can move in with me, have a better life.”

Sheila’s eyes grew wide, and she opposed the idea, “No, no, Yolanda. I appreciate you wanting to help but I soooo love Marco. Things get better after he learns he can trust me and I behave more better…”


Yolanda firmly shot back, “No, Sasha. You’re going to get pregnant and then he’ll dump you.”

Sheila began nibbling faster, “Not after I win his heart, then Marco and me have happy relationship, we get married too.”

Yolanda looked downward, “The invitation is still open honey in case you change your mind.”

“Yolanda, you be wrong, Marco even wants me to go to picnic with him Saturday as his woman, he is warming up to me.”

Yolanda sipped her coffee, “Right. I heard about this unity picnic.”

Sheila inquired if Yolanda was going, and she flatly denounced the whole affair.
“Not me, I’m trying to stay away from the gang-bangers and their mentality. I’ll be here doing my homework.”

“You have fun if you go, do homework any time. No?” Sheila replied.
“I can’t believe what that jerk has done to you”, Yolanda gaped at Sheila, her inner thoughts curdled her expression.

Sheila wrangled another handful of chocolates, unthinkingly chewing on the candies in a sloppy mode like it was a natural habit, “You help me pick my clothes so I can look very beautiful, Marco be proud his woman looks.”

Yolanda hesitated for a moment, ultimately agreeing, “Okay, Sasha. I’ll help you, no problem.”

Sheila adjusted her positioned on the chair, clutching a handful of her belly fat, “I think I get on new diet very soon, I be getting fatter, sure not why?”

“Isn’t that the mystery”, Yolanda humorously lobbed at Sheila who was still nibbling wholeheartedly on the chocolate.

Yolanda’s comment didn’t accurately register in Sheila’s head, and she loudly giggled, “You is funny!”


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Saturday rolled around and Yolanda furnished Sheila with the look she desired.

Cosmetics heavily applied, peach colored hoop earrings, Sheila’s threads included a wishy-washy denim halter top and shorts of the most flamboyant blue shade. The clothes certainty depicted a young lady with a pleasingly plump bottom and thick thighs. Likewise her junior league potbelly thrust over the waistband in spongy splendor.

Yolanda so wanted to tell Sheila that she shouldn’t get her heart or hope set all that high on Marco.
She was just a momentary plaything; sooner or later Marco would dump her without a second thought. However, Yolanda understood at this point Sheila wouldn’t listen; she was thoroughly smitten with the hood.

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The picnic site was essentially in the parking lot of an abandoned supermarket, plenty of picnic tables and tents covering the landscape.

Sheila strutted over to Marco, rolling her hips and jiggling her boobs, smiling at the tacky remarks made by several of Marco’s confederates.

Sheila felt absolutely liberated from her stuffy life, and a complete member within their gangster style society. She happily greeted Marco in Spanish; oddly enough she was beginning to resent Yolanda for keeping their conversations in English.

Marco quickly complimented Sheila as they embraced.
“You look foxy, baby, never sexier!”

Sheila naughtily giggled, Marco cupping her boob, their lips briefly merging together.

Sheila ran her fingers through Marco’s hair, “You be so sweet, darling. I aim to please my man.”

Marco pulled away and lit a slim cigar, his eyes steering away from Sheila, “I hope so, you’re my hoochie numbero uno…”

Shiela slightly pouted, she thought they were in a private relationship _ albeit she warmly smiled at the idea she would definitely win Marco’s heart and make their liaison legitimate.

Marco maneuvered his eyes back on Sheila, “….but before we have fun you gotta help out, see Lena, she’ll tell ya what to do.”

Disappointment flashed across Sheila’s face but realizing that to stay on Marco’s good side it meant obeying him and thus she shook her head, forcing a smile, “Yes, Marco. I do that.”

Sheila spun around and leaned her heart shaped ass into Marco’s body, encouraging him to caress her duff. Marco replied with a firm tap to her butt-cheeks, “Run off, Mamacita, get to work”, he chuckled. “We’ll hook up later!”

Shiela strutted away in a stereotypical hoochie style, again roving her hips and producing a modest jiggle to her boobs.

Lena was with Jessie and a few other females setting up a few food stands and barbecue grills.

Lena’s temperament didn’t wavier, speaking to Sheila like a dim-witted servant girl.

“Hurry up now, set up the folding chairs and put those plastic table cloths on the table!”

Sheila nodded and bidded to Lena’s demands without question.
From there Sheila helped with the cooking and as the various guests arrived, served them large meals and fetched them beer.

The Mexican cuisine aroma worked on her appetite and surely she paused to gobble up whatever type of food was close by at the time. Likewise not too shy about cracking open a beer or having a shot of tequila. Finally as the evening drew near and traditional Mexican music filled the air, Sheila went on a search for her main squeeze.

Marco was standing with a collection of burly men who appeared rough and loutish, a couple of females among the group, one of which was paying attention to Marco.

Sheila slid herself into the mix, catching Marco by surprised as she wrapped her arm around his waist and gave him a kiss.

“Miss me, baby?” Sheila squeaked.

Marco drew a breath, “You eat yet? It’s crazy how you can’t turn down a good meal, make yourself a plate, we’ll talk later.”

Sheila shrugged her shoulders, and she glared at the pair of hoochies, thin girls and scantily clad.

Sheila felt defeated, sighing as she turned around and slowly walked away.

Helping herself to a gigantic size burrito and a beer, Sheila ate alone, angry and jilted.

A few minutes later a big chubby man nicely dressed in a sport shirt and slacks intervened on Sheila’s dissonance.

It was none other than rival gang member Jose Morales.
“Remember me?”

Sheila sipped her beer, a faint smile adding dimension to her small double chin, “Yeah, you da boss of that gang we made the deal with, right?”

Jose nodded, “Yeah, you got that right. Marco gave me permission to speak to you.”

“So speak”, Sheila blurted.

“Not here, I don’t want to advertise my business in a crowd.”

Jose held out her hand to support Sheila to her feet.

Sheila finished her beer in one gulp, scratching her neck before taking Jose’s hand.

For a big man. Jose’s touch was gentle, Sheila’s eyes met his, causing him to smile.

The pair walked through the crowd at a slow pace, Sheila listened while Jose did all the talking.

“This picnic was a good idea, we need to build each other up, not tear each other down. By the way, Sasha, pardon my manners, I should say you look incredible, cute but proud.”

Sheila released a giggle, amused on how Jose portrayed himself as gentlemen when in fact he was a notorious criminal - yet this turned her on.

“I like the tattoo, very cool, you have such marvelous looking tetas, you should maybe get something on them, show off your brimming package.”

Sheila tilted her head, finally chirping a silly, “Got a nipple ring…”

Jose roared with a chuckle, “Ah, you’re my cup of tea, a shame I didn’t meet you before you placed your shoes under Marco’s bed, we could have made beautiful love together.”

Sheila blushed, softly inquiring where they were going as they reached the limit of the festivities.
Jose pointed beyond the parking lot, “My van’s over there, we’ll have some beers, smoke some potent weed, talk business. How that suit you, pretty chica?”

“As long as you don’t try getting into my pants I’m fine”, Sheila replied.

Jose chuckled again, just as loud.

“I never force myself on a woman, I don’t have to. Besides, a willing partner makes it all worth while.”

“Ever make love with a fat man?” Jose added.

Sheila wagged her head to the negative.

“You ain’t knowing what yer missing!” Jose remarked with a brash grin.

There was yet a little walk to Jose’s Van, the homely and rather stout gang-banger kept the banter lighthearted.

“Marco says you’re from Texas but was born in Mexico, what part?”

Sheila bobbled her head, falsifying the facts, “You’d drive through it in 15 minutes, it was so small and vile. We had no electric, no indoor plumbing, Texas was a little better but I’m happy about living here even though there‘s a lot of prejudice against our peoples.”

Sheila half-smiled, she played up the prejudice angle just to appease Jose.

“One time I worked for this American lawyer woman, her bathroom was bigger than my bedroom, she treated my like crap, bossing me around like I’m stupid.”

Jose was quick with his reply, “That’s why I stay away from gringos, they all think their better than us. I can imagine this woman you worked for was a snotty nosed skinny brat.”

Sheila unthinkingly tapped her belly; the soft tummy bulge was taking on a pronounced shape, a modest growth in size, “You got that right, Jose. American women think being skinny has something to do with being beautiful, no?”

Jose nodded, “Yeah, they’re shallow.”

Jose’s van was off-white in color, a Mexican flag plastered over the backdoor which he promptly opened.

Sheila stood to the side as Jose reached in and grabbed a couple beers from a ramshackle looking cooler, handing one of them to Sheila who quietly said thank you.
From there Jose rifled through a small zip lock bag, producing a couple white pills which he washed down with a swish of beer.

“Here”, Jose politely smiled, handing Sheila a couple pills.

“What are these?” Sheila squinted.

“Officially pain killers but they will give you a nice buzz; you’ll be relaxed while we talk business.”

“They ain’t fattening?” Sheila uttered.

Jose curiously gaped at Sheila, “You’re kidding! Of course not, chica. You shouldn’t be so uptight about your figure, you look very lovely.”

Sheila popped the pills, washing them down with the beer.

“A few more pounds wouldn’t hurt you the least, honey”, Jose continued with a profound smirk, “Shit no. You’d look more womanly, captivating.”

Sheila sipped her beer, liberally sharing her reason for being self-conscious.
“Marco isn’t fond of Gorditas, so I’m watching my figure like a hawk.”

Jose laughed, “That’s crazy bullshit even for Marco!”

Jose proceeded to smack his large belly with another laugh, “You get a belly this big then you’re permitted to call yourself fat!”

Jose automatically pointed his gut within Sheila’s range and she didn’t feel the least bit inhibited about giving it a quick feel. Jose’s belly felt soft, warm and somehow sent sensual shivers down her spine, and she took a step back, fearing some kind of attraction.

Jose set down his beer, turning around as he boarded his van, “I be straightforward with you, Sasha, that’s my priority, but if Marco ever disowns you, look me up.”

Jose disappeared into the van, still sharing his thoughts, “I don’t mind large females, hell, my first time in the sack was with a 300-pounder, damn she was affectionate!”

Sheila laughed, “Funny! But I won’t ever get that big and fat!”

Jose returned with the making to roll up some dope, Sheila’s voice became elusive to the letter, “Um, it makes me feel glad, your opinion about me. I care deeply about Marco though. Ain’t you got a woman?”

Jose candidly spoke as he rolled the joint, “Sure, nothing permanent but I have lovers. Forgive me for speaking out of line but if there wasn’t a truce I’d fight Marco for you.”

Sheila gushed, “Is that a compliment?”

“I admire your beauty and body, and you do have some spunk. Yes, that’s a compliment.”

Sheila sipped her beer, “Well, if I ever get a belly like yours, I might just waddle over to see you.”

Jose had finished rolling the joint, conveying after taking a drag, “You needn’t have to wait to get fat to lay down with me but we’ll just be friends and let the future settle things.”

Sheila favored Jose with a smile, and he handed her the joint, “You have children? I only asking coz you have nice round hips.”

Sheila took a drag, handing the joint back to Jose, “No, sir. Not yet.”

Jose nodded, “Pardon me, I didn’t mean to be rude.”

Sheila felt very comfortable around Jose, stealing a glance at his roaming gut, she carelessly pressed her hands into the doughy tissue, “No, you weren’t rude. I do have wide hips.”

Sheila couldn’t refute some sexual chemistry, but she didn’t want to pursue it either.
Downing the beer in an impressive guzzle, she then inquired, “What’s business you need me for?”

The pair swapped the joint back and forth, Jose sharing the details.
“I have a deal going down in a small black suburb, shitville if you ask me but it’s very beneficial. I want you to deliver the money, although I’d rather not tell you want I’m buying…”

Whether it was the dope or the pain pills but Sheila was beginning to feel extra amicable and she took a seat on the edge of the van, folding her arms over Jose’s shoulders to keep her balance, her breasts aligned with his back.

“You’ll make it seem you’re hooked up with this guy, Lazlo Sharpe, spending the weekend or something with your man but you’ll only be there for a few hours. My boys will pick you up after it goes down; the contraband has a different pickup point so it doesn’t concern you. I’ll have to toss Marco some cash for tribute and in using his property but you’ll get a nice chunk of change.”

Sheila delicately ran her fingertips down Jose’s chest and firmly planting her hands over his belly, “How nice a chunk?”

Sheila began massaging Jose’s belly as he replied, “That depends how much Marco tosses back to you, I’m paying him a cool thou, you should get at least five hundred.”

Sheila giggled, “Marco’s a cheap ass, I hope I get that much!”

Sheila hopped out of the van, friskily slithering her hands over Jose’s pudgy waist, “When will we be doing this?”

“You’re on board then?” Jose asked.

Sheila nodded, “Huh-uh, fucking yes.”

Jose felt naturally enamored with Sheila but wasn’t about to surrender to his urges, pushed Sheila away, “Nothing personal, Sasha but I have a good thing going with Marco…”

Sheila answered with a goofy expression, “You way smarter than me, fat man, you’re right but um…”

Sheila surveyed the area, nobody around, and she hiked up her halter top, exposing her boob and nipple ring.

Jose couldn’t resist showing his approval, cupping Sheila’s boob, rolling his finger over the nipple ring.

“Looks sweet, nice rack…”

Sheila lifted her eyes and bubbly giggled, “Thanks!”

Sheila fiddled with her knockers, adjusting the material over her plump orbs, “So we have a deal.”

“Saturday before noon, dress like you’re off to see the love of your life but sort of cheap too.”

“Oh, I’ll give that bastard I’m seeing a hard on!” Sheila announced, although she paused, “Damn, that’s the weed and booze talking…”

Jose closed his van’s doors, “No need to apologize, Sasha, I’m glad you’re with the program.”

Jose took Sheila by the hand; slowly they walked back to the festivities.

“We’ll find Macro, okay”, Jose said with a smile.

“I guess but right now I could go for something to eat, that dope made me hungrier than shit!” Sheila peeped.


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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby WilsonB » Sat Feb 10, 2018 11:50 am

Very much enjoyed the second half of this chapter.
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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Junketh71 » Sat Feb 10, 2018 6:00 pm

The adventure continues. Awesome.
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Re: FRESA PERDICION BY MATT L. & HER REVENGE

Postby Matt L. » Mon Feb 12, 2018 10:24 am

Hello WilsonB & Junketh71,

Thank you for the feedback and reading the story. The next episode will be up shortly.

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