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Chapter 1:
Veronica “V” Stone
V woke up after the blessing of the sun shining its light through the opened shades of the window. V did not need to go outside to tell how beautiful it is. To V it didn’t matter if the clouds were dark grey, lightening lighting up the sky, or it would be pouring rain. Nature was beautiful. If only she could control it in her favor. But instead she developed something bigger.
As V got up out of bed, the first thing she did was get down on her bare hands and toes and she did 30 pushups. A routine she promised she would do every morning. After feeling the blood flow and bones cracking from certain release, V got up and walked right into the den and then sat down on the soft blue carpet with her legs stretched forward. She leaned forward reaching up to touch her toes. After a few seconds in that position, she sat back up and spread her legs until they were parallel with her body. Slowly she leaned forward placing her whole entire body flat on the floor while her legs still planted on both sides. V loved stretching. It made her feel like a sweet release from 6 hours of her body going back to normal.
After freeing her body from its stiffness, V jumped back up on her feet and went to the kitchen to fix her breakfast. Scrambled eggs, two pieces of bacon, and one French toast with one squared butter melting in the center. The greatest breakfast of the morning.
After she finished her breakfast, V placed her empty but greased plate in the sink and washed it with faucet water. Then she went back to her room and searched in her closet. She took out long, sweat, and tight pants flexible enough to move easily when jogging. Then she found a grey tank top and put it on. The half shirt pressed hard against her voluptuous breasts, keeping them held in place in case of strenuous movement.
V grabbed the keys to the apartment and put it in her pocket. She opened the door and turning the small, iron, button to make sure it is locked while she was gone. Many of her neighbors warned her to be careful while she is jogging through the neighborhood. Lord knows what type of crazies out there watching helpless, young, women like her so they can jump out of some strange place and grab her. Forcing her down on the ground, beat the crap out of her (If she fought back), and skillfully tear away her clothes revealing every part of her anatomy, just so the perv can get off raping her. Or at least that’s what they thought.
V walked down the hall passing by every door in the apartment until she made it to the last door. She opened it letting the warm sun to shine on her body waking her up from her tiredness and feeling energetic as if her body was absorbing the sun’s ray. V soaked everything in and walked straight to the black top. Already stretched and pumped up, she began her jog knowing that she didn’t need to do that. But just because she was already physically toned, doesn’t mean she should be lazy.
Chapter escort bayan beykent 2:
Cassidy Monroe
Cassidy Monroe got out of bed as she woke from the sun shining through her open window. By the look outside it was a beautiful day. Cassidy sat on the edge of the bed raising her arms up in the air so she could hear and feel her bones cracking by stretching. Right then and there she felt awake and alive.
Cassidy got out of bed and walked into her bathroom turning on the light and facing the mirror. She looked hard at herself. There was some baggage under her eyes but it would go away soon. Right now she needed to take care of some minor hygiene such as brushing her teeth and fixing her hair to the point where it was tied back in a pony tail. She went back in her room and searched in her closet for her blue, short sleeve, shirt. Blue, matching, sweat pants. And her matching, blue, foam solid Sketchers that were meant for running. Cassidy didn’t believe the shoes made the man, but as long as she was comfortable and they didn’t wore out, she was game. She didn’t believe in jogging pants that were so tight her ass popped out. Or wearing a wonder bra that tightened her chest to the point people could get an idea of the size and look of her breasts. If she wanted to reveal herself that badly, she might as well work at a Gentlemen’s Club. The exercise clothes people came up with for women were probably a man’s idea. Not to mention sexist.
Cassidy stepped out of her apartment and took in the wonderful scent of fresh air. Like she thought in her room, the ray of the sun made her surroundings and her neighborhood looked like it was blessed. And Cassidy was energized enough to start the day of with a long jog that was going to drop some of the calories that she consumed last night.
Cassidy was slim, but not skinny. Just the right amount of body mass men looked forward in a woman.
Confident and ready, Cassidy started her jog. Jogging away from her apartment and on the black, tar, concrete, she made her way down the street to get her first activity over with so she can concentrate on others.
Chapter 3:
Chance encounters
Cassidy waited in line with her bestfriend, Shanika Roland. They have stood in line for almost 30 minutes before they finally made it to the front. There were two other women in front of them standing before a tall, ball headed, black man, wearing dark glasses, black short sleeve shirt that said, “SECURITY”, across his massive squared chest.
The security guard looked down at the two Caucasian women and made his final decision. “Sorry, I can’t let you two in.”
The two Caucasian women glanced at each other and back at the security guard. “What the fuck do you mean, “You can’t let us in”?” One of them asked.
“I mean what you think I mean. I can’t let you in.”
The two Caucasian escort özbek women glanced at each other as if they were told a nasty joke and back at him again. “That’s fucking bullshit!” The other woman on the right shot out.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah that’s life. Sorry ladies but you have to go party somewhere else.” The security guard turned to the long line of other desperate party goers. “Next!” His expression was as if he was a magician who just made the women disappear in thin air.
The women stared acidly at the security guard but knew it was pointless. Angry and frustrated but accepting the disappointment, the two women left together.
Cassidy and Shanika stepped up in front of the security guard both staring up at him. Cassidy didn’t know what expression she had on her face. Hopefully it was confidant as Shanika who smiled so brightly as if she was posing for a modeling agency.
The security guard looked Shanika up and down, then turned to Cassidy doing the same. “Is she with you?” He asked Cassidy who glanced at Shanika puzzled and back at him.
“Yes.”
The security guard turned back to Shanika looking like he was not sure he could trust her with his life. He turned to the other security guards and back at Cassidy. He made a signal that it was okay to enter.
Cassidy glanced at Shanika who also looked puzzled. “Is she coming too?”
The security guard stared down at Cassidy like she just asked a stupid question. “You two are together right?”
Cassidy shrugged knowing that the guard had a point. But Shanika’s once sexy pose turned sour after noticing the guard ignoring her and his focus on her bestfriend. Disappointed or rude as it may look, it did not stop the women from entering the club.
Inside the club was happening. It was hard for Cassidy to see, since it was dark and was only lit up by the minimal flash of moving light. But she could see that the club was pact with men and women dancing up against each other, either by choice or not. The DJ was playing all kinds of music that suited the people. Hip-Hop, R she really wasn’t good at it. When Cassidy caught Shanika taken a drink from a total stranger, that’s when she realized that she needed to step in and get her the hell out of there before someone gets some sick idea on how to take care of her.
They made it to the street and while holding onto the dragging Shanika, Cassidy looked both ways to see if there was a taxi. She realized maybe it was a better idea to call first before they got out of the club.
Cassidy turned to Shanika who looked like she was about to pass out. “Shanika?” Surprisingly, Shanika lifted her head up to drowsily face Cassidy. “Can you stand for just a few minutes for me to make a call?”
A smile spread across Shanika’s face. “Sure sweetie. You know I got you.”
Cassidy thought otherwise. Cassidy slithered out from under Shanika’s arm and took out her cell.
“Cassidy?” A escort bayan yenibosna voice Cassidy recognized all too well came from behind.
Cassidy hoped it was not who she thought it was. She turned around and too her disappointment it was exactly what she feared.
“Jamal,” Shanika called out in her drunken state, “what’s up baby?”
Jamal “Big Daddy” Sims walked up with his creepy looking smile as if he wanted you to know he was up to something. He came with his one entourage, Simon Hayes. A big, obese, man who is Jamal’s childhood bestfriend and now body guard. The only difference was he had curly black hair. “What’s up girl?” Cassidy was not impress and stayed on her cell as if her ex was not even there. “What’s up Cassidy, how you do ‘in girl?” But Cassidy turned around ignoring them and hoping someone would pick up the phone and take her call. “Oh so you just go ‘in to ignore a brotha?”
“We not ignoring you sweetie?” Shanika admitted until she turned to see Cassidy waiting on the cell. “Cassidy who you talk’ in too?”
“Yeah, who are you talk’ in too?” Jamal demanded.
Jamal’s attitude made Cassidy turn and give him the, “You do not give me orders”, stare. But Jamal didn’t care how offended she was. They dated for about a year before she started acting like a stuck up, I’m better than you, bitch!
“Hey, who you talk’ in too on the phone?” Jamal demanded again, expression looking very aggravated.
Nobody was more aggravated than Cassidy. They broke up a year ago and Jamal was giving her orders as if they were still together!
Cassidy still had her back facing Jamal waiting for the call. She wondered what in the hell was taking so long to answer the phone? And why are there no taxis as well as cars? It was like everyone was off for the night, which is weird since the taxi service is supposed to be 24 hours straight.
“Bitch, you betta answer me.” Jamal ordered this time.
“Bitch?!” Shanika repeated offended even though in her drunken state. “Who you call ‘in a bitch?”
Jamal turned to Shanika irritated that she would interfere into their business. “Not you hoe.”
Shanika’s eyebrows rose up as if she felt like Jamal did not understand who the hell he was talking to. “Hoe?” Shanika repeated more offended than ever. “Who in the hell you call ‘in a hoe. Do I look like a hoe to you?”
“If the shoe fits,” Jamal shot back.
Drunk and pissed off, Shanika was going to walk up to Jamal and show him how to talk to a lady. But Cassidy ran as fast as she could to catch Shanika in her arms while still holding her cell.
“Shanika let it go, it’s not worth it,” Cassidy pleaded succeeding in calming Shanika down.
Shanika looked long and hard at Jamal as if her anger had flushed all the alcohol from her mind and body. “You betta be lucky my girl has more sense than me,” she pointed accusingly, “If she wasn’t here I would fuck yo shit up!”
Cassidy tried to force Shanika around to hoping if she turned her back to him, she wouldn’t be so angry. Which is the reason she was doing the same thing.
Savior or not, Jamal did not like all this disrespect. He snapped his fingers at Simon who knew that it was not of disrespect but letting him know it was show time. Both of them hurriedly walked up to the two women. Simon grabbed Shanika by the arms.
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