All About You

Khalila Three…Houston

She was still pissed off about that thing at The Marriot Downtown Houston(See AllAboutYou 8/24).
Her husband knew she was there to meet up with another man.
If it had not been for the anonymous phone call…he would have had no idea what she would have done that in that dimly lit suite overlooking Houston’s southwest side.
Ever since…things had been real tense at home. He even threatened divorce.
Khalila was not phased with the threats.
He knew if he left…whoever it was…she was supposed to meet that night…would have his wife.
He wasn’t trying to lose her.
Someone else would be kissing those big ole sexy lips…that were his.
They would be making love in between…those sexy red thighs…that were his.
The worse part of all…they would be squeezing on that super soft ass…of hers…that was his.
Aw…hell naw! He was not about to let her get away that easy. They would have to work thru this. Leaving her would be losing to lose too much.
Tonight, was elliptical night at Bally’s.
Khalila had planned on doing a quick 30 minute workout, but at the 30 minute mark, she found herself caught up thinking about him.
She was still mad at him for pulling whatever it was he pulled at The Marriot.
More than anything…Khalila wanted his body against hers.
R. Kelly’s, Your Body’s Calling, was shuffled in on her iPod. It reminded her of the sex they had before he went away.
“Where did he come up with that scene?” she thought. Thinking about how her husband had her masturbating as he watched. That was not her husband, at all. It had Tommy, written all over it.
He had not even called.
Khalila wanted to curse him.
She wanted to squeeze his thick…hard…body.
The sweat rolled off her nose as she reached the 45 minute mark. If she stopped the workout…it would mean returning home to her husband.
Khalila would rather punish her body on the elliptical…thinking about this man, she had not seen in over a decade, punishing her body.
Forget about cursing him…squeezing him…she wanted to fuck him.
Sixty minutes…her thighs burned, her calves were on fire, and the center of her soul was moist.
The elliptical machine finally came to a halt.
The shower was quick, but exhilarating.
He saw her come out of the gym.
He had been waiting for her, at least an hour.
Her windows were tinted.
She opened her car door.
Startled…her heart skipped a beat.
“Get in the car.”
It was him.
Khalila looked around the parking lot to make sure this time…was the real.
She sat in the driver’s seat. “Why you do that?” she asked.
He was looking straight forward. “Let’s get out of here.”
Khalila started the car and just began driving…not really knowing where they were going.
Her smile was wide.
He always liked her big smile.
“That shit was not cool.” Her eyes were on the road.
He looked at her.
She glanced his way. It had been a long time. She felt herself overheating.
“Is he still there?” he asked.
“Unfortunately…yes,” she answered. “So, that’s what that was about? It’s going to take more than that,” she said, thinking about her husband’s determination.
“Turn in that parking lot and park in the back,” he said, ignoring her. He had his own plans.
It was dark in the parking lot.
He got out and went to the back of the car.
Khalila joined him.
He was staring into the stars. Then he looked at her. “Khalila…I been gone for a long time, but I’m back.” He walked in front of her. “I’m back to take…everything that’s mine.”
He could feel her heartbeat.
She smiled. “Am I yours?”
His stare got a little more intense. “I don’t got time to deal with the distraught husband that done all of a sudden woke and found himself on the losing end of this.” His lips were so close. “He needs to understand…that all the things you did to him to make him fall in love with you…I taught you those things.”
She wanted to kiss him.
“I want him to understand that his time is up. That’s why I sent him there.”
He always had a method to his madness.
“Baby…fuck him. I miss you.” She tried to kiss him.
He put his finger up to her lips to stop her.
“Khalila…I ain’t trying to lose you again. It’s gotta be right.”
Her kettle was rumbling.
What was he talking about? Her body was burning…it sounded like Chinese.
“I don’t want your body to be the first to love me again.”
“I’ve never stopped loving you.”
“What about when you were saying…I do?” he asked.
She looked away. “I’m human…I needed to fill a void. The one you created.”
He saw the headlights coming.
This was it…his takeover.
Khalila Four…Next Friday on TheHeatBlast.

 

The Arrangement Chapter #5

The Arrangement Chapter 5 by Nathan

You know how you hear that corny shit about ” IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT ” ? I never believed it. Nothing inside me would believe that a person could fall in love the moment they met someone. That was until now. I felt like the world had stopped spinning. Everything around us vanished. ” Um..em. Could I have my hand back please ?” I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding her hand so long.” Oh shit ! I’m sorry, I got lost for a second.” I tried to get focused. She flashed her bright smile at me. ” So what’s your name Mr.?””Oh yeah, my name is Dominick.” I’m usually calm and cool with women, but this one right here made me feel unbalanced. ” Dominick.” She said it like she was locking my name into her memory bank.” Yeap, that’s me.” I stood there lost for words. It was one of those moments when odd silence comes between two people. She broke the silence.” So how’d you end up at the ranch ? You seem a little young to be one of the managers.”” I do happen to manage some of the car lots.” ” Hm..So you work for Adrian ?” She spoke Adrian’s name as if it tasted bad coming out of her mouth.” Yes, Adrian gave me my job. Are you friends with her ?” ” Hell No ! She’s married to my father.” Damn ! That was not what I wanted to hear. Brandi had just become off limits to me.” You’re TJ’s daughter. I’ve never heard him speak about you.” ” That’s because I haven’t spoke to him since my mom left.” She frowned, I could tell it was a touchy subject.” Sorry to hear that.” ” So where is your spouse Dominick ? I watched you come in alone and I watched you ride off with my father. Most managers bring their wives or girlfriends.”” I’m here alone because I don’t have one or the other. I was invited so I came to check things out.” ” It is nice to get away from the city out here. I come here to escape life.”” I could see how that’s possible. TJ took me on a tour of the grounds. There are so many peaceful areas out here.” ” TJ must really like you to give a personal tour. He’s never even showed me the grounds. I explored on my own. He’s always wanted a son anyway.” She looked off into the lake. I leaned on the railing and looked out too.” Do you live in the city ?” ” Not yet. I just finished college and moved out to the ranch until I find me a place in the city.”” What college did you attend ?” ” UGA.”” How’d you end up way out in Georgia ?” ” I just wanted a change of pace. I needed to get away from everything and everyone.”

” Dominick !” We were interrupted by the sound of Adrian’s voice.” Dominick could I speak with you for a second darling ?” Adrian strolled up with a glass of wine in hand.” Excuse me for a second Brandi. My boss is calling.” ” Okay, I’ll see you later I’m sure.” She winked at me before she walked off. She didn’t acknowledge Adrian as she passed by. Adrian walked up close to me against the railing.” I see you’ve made yourself comfortable. You’re spending time with EVERYONE but me.” I could hear the bit of sarcasm in her voice.” I’m just trying to adjust to the ranch lifestyle.” ” Well don’t get too adjusted, Brandi is nothing but trouble for you.” Her eyes were glassy, I could tell she was a little tipsy. It sounded as if she had malice towards Brandi. I changed the subject.” What have you been up to ?”” Not too much darling. I had to meet and greet all of the guest. TJ left me alone to deal with all of these people.” ” You sound a little stressed.”” Trust me, I could really use a stress reliever right now.” ” I think I could help you with that.” Adrian smiled.” Can you make it to my room tonight ?” I had to do the job I was being paid for.” You know I’ll be there.” ” I’m living in the Josh Gibson suite.”” I know darling, I placed you in that suite for a reason.” Adrian walked away after making her statement. Everyone was asked to meet in the main room that evening. I sat on a bar stool and looked around the room at the many couples. TJ and Adrian really put on a show for their guest. The way they laughed and looked at each other; you’d think they were the picture perfect couple. I knew better. They had issues, and I was their solution. I took a sip from my glass of Remy Martin. When I pulled down my glass I noticed Brandi sitting across the room staring at me. I made a mental note not to pursue her. There was just something about her that wouldn’t allow me to look away. Our eyes were locked on each other far longer than they should have been. The only thing that broke our trance was TJ walking up to say something to Brandi. Their conversation seemed a little heated. A few minutes passed before Brandi sat down her drink and stormed away. I watched TJ rub his forehead with his fingers. I could tell that something was really bothering him. It started getting late and couples were returning to their rooms. I headed to my room as well. When I opened the door Adrian was stretched out on the bed with cream colored silk teddy on. She smiled when I walked inside the door. I wondered how she got in, but I’m sure she had a key. Every room had large skeleton keys to them. ” I need to shower Adrian. Would you like to join me ?” She didn’t say a word, she just got undressed. The water rained down on our bodies in large drops. I stood behind Adrian with my arms around her. She leaned her head back against my shoulder while I caressed her breast. I slid one of my hands down her stomach and reached for her clit. Adrian moaned. I softly rubbed my fingers across her clit in circles. Adrian poked her ass out and pushed against my hardening meat. It felt like she was begging me to hit her from behind. I kissed her neck and the top of her spine. Adrian moaned. I held her arms and placed her hands against the walls like a police officer. I tapped on her legs so she would spread-em. Adrian had a gap between her legs and her lips were poking out from the back. I held my meat in one hand and held her ass cheek apart with the other. I swiped my head up and down her lips to make sure she was ready. Adrian’s sweet spot was soaking wet ! I stuck the head of my meat inside her. Adrian arched her back and tooted her ass up more. I slid inside of her slow. I could feel her insides gripping me. I held her waist and pulled her into me as I stroked her from behind. Adrian showed her pleasure with moans of,” Yes, yes ! Take this pussy baby ! It’s all yours…Fuck..Me..!” I banged her harder from behind. Her cream was thick like Dove shampoo. She covered my meat with her cream. That always turned me on. I skeeted hard inside of her. My legs stiffened while I pushed more and more of my cum inside of her. Adrian reached between her legs and massaged my balls softly. I think she was trying to make sure I emptied my whole load inside of her. Adrian was a cum freak. She loved to cum and she loved the feel of cum entering her body. The shower was full of steam. Adrian kissed me hard after I pulled out of her. I could taste the wine and a hint of marijuana in her mouth. She was always freakier when she was high or buzzed.” Baby I can feel you running down my leg.” She spoke between kisses. We cleaned up and got out of the shower. Adrian got completely dressed and back to her professional self. She asked me to check and see if the hallway was clear before she stepped out. After she left I laid across the bed. I’d put myself in a hell of a position dealing with those two. I must have dozed off for a while. Everything was silent until I heard a knock. I was thinking to myself,” Damn, Adrian can’t get enough !” When I went to the door, no one was there. I scratched my head and closed the door. When I sat down on the bed I heard knocking again. This time it came from the closet. I was curious to know what the knocking was so I turned on the closet light. The knocking was coming from the back of the closet. I knocked back on the wood.” Dominick.” I heard a whisper through the wall. ” Who is it ?”” It’s Brandi, let me in.” ” Come to the front door.”” No, unlatch the bottom and the top of this wall.”I hadn’t even noticed that the walls had latches until then. I unlatched the latches and the wall swiveled open. Brandi stood there in some cotton pj’s and some puffy house shoes. I was shocked. the closet lead into a back hallway.” Would you like some company ?” She stood there looking beautiful with her hair pulled back.” Yeah, sure.” She came inside and closed the wall behind herself.” What the hell is that ?!” I pointed at the wall. ” My dad put doors in some rooms for safety reasons. He calls them escape tunnels. It has something to do with his fixation of slavery and black history.”” I guess.” I shook my head.” What are you doing here ?” ” You were on my mind so I came to see what you were doing.”” How’d you know where I was at ?” ” I have my ways.” We looked at each other. There was an awkward silence.She said,” I was laying in my bed alone thinking about you. Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight ?” My head was screaming NO ! But my heart was saying HELL Yeah !!” Are you sure that’s what you want to do ?” ” I’m grown. I know exactly what I want to do.” She walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers. I watched her climb under the covers. I remember thinking,” This is too easy.” Brandi said,” Are you coming to bed ? I could have stayed in my room if I wanted to sleep alone.” I walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in. Her back was to me and her hair smelled good. I didn’t touch her. Brandi reached back to grab me and pull me closer. I wrapped my arm around her and she held my hand against her chest. She scooted her ass back into my body. We laid like that until we were both asleep.

 

From The Inside Out #5

From The Inside Out…

When I began this sentence of incarceration I had the same visions of prison as anyone else who had not been there, but heard about it or seen movies about prison.
Dark wet cells with rusty bars. Prisoners being fed bread and water…forced to bust rock. All that stuff.
But, the biggest thing we think of when we think about prison is…not to drop the soap.
The big gay…perverted man who preys on the weak to violate their goodies.
Actually…homosexual activity is more taboo in the feds than it is on the streets. Be honest, most of ya’ll think that your male friends that act like a woman…are cute and funny. You also like hanging with him, because he’s safe. But it ain’t cool#OnTheInside…not having control of yourself.
But, it happens#OnTheInside, but allow me to paint the whole picture so you’ll know the real.
First of all, lets visit a neutral meeting place on the outside. How about…church? I know you saying that ain’t fair, but for the sake of a clear picture, let’s pick one that we all can vision. The Potter’s House in Dallas…TD Jakes’ place.
I’m just painting a picture ya’ll…don’t be blasting me about picking on TD Jakes. I used The Potter’s House, because most of us are familiar with the church or can at least vision the congregation.
Let’s estimate that there are about 5000 people attending Sunday services.
For the sake of even numbers…let’s say 3000 are women attending the services. The remaining 2000 are men.
How many out of the 2000 men attending the Sunday services at The Potter’s House…would you say…would be a fair percentage to consider gay, bi-sexual, or at least curious.
Let’s be nice and say…ten percent or 200 out of the 2000.
Think about it…the choir, musicians, help services, undercover brothers trying to get Jesus to forgive them, and the plain ole’ outright gay dudes that’s proud about it.
Yeah…200 is a conservative estimate.
Well…#OnTheInside it is no different. About ten percent of the population is homosexuals.
It’s 1600 inmates in Big Spring FCI. So, 160 are homosexuals. Let me break it down. Out of 160…twenty, knew they were gay when they was like nine. These twenty actually want to be women.
Don’t do that…like I said before…you know…at least one man who think he is or wants to be a woman.
Forty of the 160…knew they were gay before they came to prison. The people they knew before they came to prison knew they were gay, but this 40 does not want the inmate population to know that they are gay. Because they’ve seen the movies, too.
The next 40 out of the 160…is the group that gave birth to the prison stereotypes. This 40 has been in and out of jail all their life and has had limited experience with actual females. Because of their choice of environment…they’ll also choose to like boys. They are not smart enough to break the law without constantly being caught. Neither are they smart enough to stop breaking the law to stay out of jail. They like jail, because they are free to be themselves, which is gay and dependent on the system to feed them.
The last group is the largest. This group of sixty…is the most dangerous homosexuals…in society. These are the undercover hustler, baller, and or married dudes, who have no limits or control. They actually think, because they are in prison and don’t have any other choices…they are not gay. This sixty…gotta have relationship even if it is not traditional. They think because they’re in prison it will be alright to improvise, but they find out that it ain’t normal even in jail. So, they sneak and do it. What makes them so dangerous is…when they return home he continues sneaking around with the homosexual tendencies and he also sleeps with women…polluting our mothers, sisters, and daughters.
But, at the end of the day…the same ten percent of the population that are homosexuals#OnTheInside…has the same components as the ten percent you attend church with. Next week I’ll tell you about the fifty percent of the 1440 inmates remaining, who like to play like they are gay.

 

Heatblast #107

Atlanta…

Her breath was taken away for a brief moment.
His touch was not as smooth as it had been…it was too much this time.
She felt something like…real heat down there.
It was still incredible.
She still loved it, but it was strange.
Her breathing was returning back to normal.
She had been on this ride with KD for three months.
Tonight, he had slipped…Sylvia was pretty sure she now knew what KD had been doing to make her orgasm like never before (See HeatBlast#91).
They were lying in her bed.
Her head laid against his chest.
He wanted a cigarette.
Sylvia ran her hand down his body.
KD had an arm around her.
They were naked.
His free hand was between her thighs.
KD was kissing the top of Sylvia’s head, while trying to slide his hand under her thigh.
“Baby…what’s that?” she asked. She felt something in the bed underneath her thigh.
KD was trying to get it. “What’s…what?” he asked back.
She tried to beat him to it.
He had already made his move.
Sylvia raised up. “KD…what is that?”
He was quick. KD had slipped it into the pocket of his pants, next to the bed.
She grabbed his hand.
“Sylvia…baby, what are you on?” KD asked, as she discovered his hands were empty.
She just looked into his eyes.
They had been drinking a lot of wine. His eyes were tight.
She got on top of him in a sitting position. Sylvia continued to watch his eyes as she grabbed him…sliding his bare skin across her moist center.
He was coming alive.
She continued to watch him…positioning herself…taking him across her flesh another time to make sure he was ready.
She consumed him…little by little…as her core adjusted to his girth. Then Sylvia just sat on top…with all of him in. “You know…I know?” she said.
He looked at her. KD knew exactly what she was saying. He pressed himself toward her pelvis and just slightly shook his head.
Sylvia’s phone began to ring.
She screwed down on him to compliment his pressure.
Still watching him.
The phone was in reach.
Celeste was in her Buckhead home.
The worst part of not having Kerry around anymore…was having to raise the kids without him.
They had nine month old twins, a five year old, and Kevon. She also had custody of Kerry’s daughter, who was conceived during an affair he had with Valerie just months after marrying Celeste.
Celeste was somewhat overwhelmed at home, even with a nanny’s assistance.
What really made Atlanta hard…was the fact that she knew Cortez was the man that did this horrible thing to her child.
Kevon, seven now…was confined to a wheelchair paralyzed from the neck down. The pain…the frustrations he’d endured…was because of Cortez(See HeatBlast#102). Celeste could not wait for the moment to get her chance at Cortez. If they confirmed his involvement…she would definitely get her chance to get even. But, for now…she was patience.
Sylvia answered the call. “Hello…”
“Hi…Sylvia. I hope this is not a bad time for you.” Celeste said.
Sylvia rocked back…still on top…still consuming his full erection. She took a quick…silent breath. “No…not at all,” she lied.
“Well, Steve called from, Translation. Armandale has two reps coming in and they want to meet with me and the distributor.” The kids were getting into something. “Hold on for second,” Celeste said. She lowered the phone. “Diamond, bring it over here.”
Diamond was Kerry and Valerie’s seven year old daughter.
“Sorry about that,” she said, putting the phone back to her mouth.
“Set the meeting and give me the details…I’ll be there.” Sylvia said, still getting her slow grind down on him, as she handled the call.
“Okay…it’ll probably be next week and the distributor needs to be there.” Celeste said.
Sylvia agreed to take care of it all. They ended the call and she began to stare at KD again.
“What?” he asked, feeling vulnerable under her watchful eye.
Sylvia could not believe…that’s how KD had been driving her up the wall…all this time.
She would expose his little secret…in time.
Celeste had just put down ‘phase one’ of the first aggressive move that her family had made, since Gino was released.
And Cortez’s Cartel…was in their sights.

 

Heatblast #106

Atlanta…

They arrived at The Melia Hotel, about 5:30 this morning.
The bold, but interesting move to bring Summer right in the middle of everything that was about to happen in Atlanta.
Club Solari’s…Atlanta grand opening was about to go down.
The Task Force had even set up a mini-headquarters in Atlanta.
Who would have thought they would bring her hundreds of miles from New Orleans…and set her right in the middle of the heat.
The Melia was a Sondesta Joint Venture holding.
The entire thirteenth floor had been set aside to pull this move.
The signature suite was one of the best. Marble floors, stunning views, a baby grand piano, and it was heavily guarded tonight.
They had given Summer some personals to make her comfortable.
Like…jewelry, shoes, and the necessary toiletries. Everything else was destroyed in hopes not to bring any tracking devices into the Melia.
Summer was calm, but focused. She knew…no matter how well they were treating her now…a few days ago, she was as good as dead(See HeatBlast#99). They were playing some kind of game, now…she sensed it.
She sat in front of the vanity mirror…alone in the brightly lit, master bath of the suite.
There was a man…just outside the door of the bathroom.
She was aware of that.
They called themselves giving her some privacy before they made their move.
Getting rid of all her electronics, purse, and shoes was supposed to be a precaution not to bring tracking devices into…’their place’.
The lipstick was a flavor she would not buy, but it looked nice against her skin.
She was wearing a t-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of New Balance.
Giving her the jewelry back…was the only mistake.
Summer’s ring had tracking that could only work while she wore it.
It had been useless every since she was abducted and stripped of her belongings.
She looked in the mirror at herself. “You’ve been in worst situations…you’ve always survived,” she told herself. “Take the opportunities that are given to you,” she whispered.
Summer knew this would be an uphill battle. She scanned the vanity counter. “They had to make at least one mistake,” she thought. It had to be something there that she could use to her advantage. And then…she saw it. Right next to the makeup case that had been placed on the counter. It was her tennis bracelet and the ring she had been wearing when she was taken(See HeatBlast#95).
Summer turned towards the door to make sure she was still alone.
She picked up the ring and put it on her index finger.
Her body heat would allow the device to begin sending signals to headquarters in Virginia.
Someone knocked on the door.
She was supposed to be bathing, but it never crossed her mind to make herself more vulnerable by taking a bath.
It was no time for that…she needed an escape plan. The ring was her equalizer.
“Hurry it up in there!” the man standing guard outside the door yelled.
Summer did not respond.
She rubbed her fingers along the band of the ring…as if to speed the process of transmitting her location.
The door opened. He leaned into the bathroom. “Times up!” He looked at her still dressed. “If you didn’t take care of your business…too bad. Let’s go!” His firearm was visible.
The contractors were ready to make their play on the ransom money.
The call would go out to Johnny, who had no intentions on paying it.
Even if he did…that would not be enough to save Summer Johnson’s life.
The Task Force had dedicated most of their resources to decipher the code words used during the call to Diego. The reference to Summer being at…’our place’. The Chief had a gut feeling it was the key to finding her location before it was too late.

 

From The Inside Out #4

From the Inside Out…

Okay…Art and I arrived at the federal prison camp in Big Spring.
There is two hundred people here. At the low security prison in Big Spring, there was over 1600.
So, just having to deal with a lot less people is a plus.
There is not a lot to do…if you don’t have a plan. Lucky for me…I’ll spend the majority of my time writing.
This is the plan.
I gave Art…the talk…before we got here. I told him that I was going to be on something different over here. I told him, I’m getting short and it’s time to get to work on the future. And for the most part, he’s been laid back doing his time. We’ll see how this works in the long run.
I have not gotten into a groove yet, because I have not gotten a job yet to kind of plan out my days.
But, I will begin work this week. It will not be the cushy job, with the nice pay that I had, but whatever it is…I’ll make it work.
Behind the fence, is what we say when we refer to doing time at a low security or higher security prison, because they have fences around them.
The prison camp is out custody…or community custody, which means there is some interaction with the community and there is no fence.
So, behind the fence there is lines to wait in for almost everything you do. The telephone, email, exercise equipment, cafeteria, microwaves, whatever it is that you need to do…you can be guaranteed there is a line to wait in.
I’ve even tweeted, Scarface’s famous rap verse…’I ain’t got no patience and I hate waiting’. But in all reality, the system has fine tuned my patience. At the end of the day…I understand one of the most important principles of life…time heals all things.
No matter if it’s debt, pain, or a certain kind of storm…as long as time continues to move forward…whatever it is…time will begin to heal it.
We only make things worst by trying to hasten the process…when time itself is sufficient for the solution to arise.
As I begin the new leg of this journey…the lines may have disappeared, but the principle is still key to survival…on the inside.
Next Week…homosexuality#OnTheInside…this ain’t Oz…this is real life and it’s far from what you think.

 

The Arrangement Chapter 4

The Arrangement Chapter 4 by Nathan

I received a call from TJ requesting that I meet up with him for lunch. Things were great between Adrian and myself so I had no idea what he wanted to meet about. We met at the same restaurant we had our first talk in. I figured that this was his favorite spot. We were even lead to the same booth. TJ shook my hand and hugged me when I got out of the car. I took it that he was pleased with my services of his wife. It also let me know that this meeting was for a good reason. He spoke to the waitress when we sat down.” Young lady would you please bring my usual drink and a couple of Ultimate Plates.” I was surprise he ordered for me, but he was paying so what the hell ? ” Hope you don’t mind me placing the order, but the Ultimate order was designed by me. I’m sure there will be something for you to enjoy on the plate.” ” That’s cool TJ. It’s easy to please me when it comes to food.” Our drinks were brought out and poured for us. I took a sip from my glass and sat back. I looked at TJ trying to read his expression. ” Dominick, I’m very pleased with the way you have my wife feeling. When she’s happy, things are better between us at home.” ” I’m glad I could be of some assistance Sir.” ” That leads to the reason I called you here. Every year we invite all of our managers and their spouses to our ranch for an entire weekend. There are close to 25 couples getting together to enjoy a stress free weekend. Things normally go very well accept for in my own sleeping quarters. While everyone else is enjoying their significant other in bed, I’m disappointing my own. That’s where I need you to step in. I need you to be there to keep Adrian smiling. The last thing I need is for my colleagues to know that I can’t satisfy my wife in bed. You’ll be well compensated for your time if you agree to come along.” ” That’s all good, but how will I be able to explain being at your ranch ?” ” You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll just tell Adrian to ask you along.” ” What about the spouse situation ? I’ll stand out like a sore thumb.” ” There will be other single people around for you to mingle with. There are a few beautiful young ladies working on my staff as well. I’m sure you’ll find your way around. I’ll make sure you have ample opportunities to be with Adrian. A few of the fellas and I go out hunting and fishing. Adrian is too reserved to go along.” I knew that TJ clearly didn’t know his wife like I did. There is nothing reserved about Adrian. She could be as wild as an animal at times. After my meeting with TJ, I waited to hear from Adrian. As sure as shit, Adrian called to invite me to their ranch for the weekend. I told her that if it would please her, I would be there. Adrian liked seeing me look good so she asked me if I would meet up with her to shop. I met her at a store called Boot Town to try on some boots and country ass clothes. She informed me that people would be dressed for the occasion. I had never been on Cowboy time, even though I was raised in Cow Town Texas. I really felt out of character trying on tight Levi’s and Wrangler jeans. Adrian seemed very pleased watching me dress up Cowboy style. I was digging the boots she bought me. She paid several hundred dollars for Ostrich and Snake skinned boots for me. She even convinced me to wear one of those big ass hats. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had on a Cowboy hat, a blue button down polo shirt, some tight blue jeans, and Ostrich boots with the belt to match. I wasn’t a Cowboy, but I had the swag down to the tooth pick in my mouth. Hell, I would have fooled me if I didn’t know me. Adrian stood back with her Arms folded looking at me smiling. When I went to undress she stepped inside of the dressing room and sucked me off. The store owner knew what we were doing. Adrian had handed him her black card so he probably charged us for the room space. I was geared up and ready to go when the weekend came. Adrian sent the directions to the ranch to my phone. She asked me to stop by one of the car lots early Friday morning. When I got to the lot the manager handed me the keys to a big ass F-150 Raptor truck. He said Adrian had special ordered it for me. This truck had a FX package with 20inch blacked out wheels. I looked all around and through it before I started it up. The black and silver paint made the truck look hard ! I grew up a Chevy guy, but I was really digging the Ford Raptor. When I started it up it rumbled like an earthquake. I went inside and handed the keys to my can to the manager. I asked him to get it serviced while I was gone. I packed my luggage in the truck and set the GPS for the ranch. JT’s ranch was located 45 minutes outside of the city limits. When I pulled up there was a large gate at the entrance. I hit the intercom button and a female answered. After giving my name I was buzzed in. The gates parted and I drove through. The main house was close to 2 miles onto the land. There was no way to see it from the road. I noticed large TJ logos on everything. Cattles and horses were roaming freely in the fields. I saw several bales of hay spread through out the grass areas. There were several small dwelling spread through out, but it was obvious where the main house stood. The house was one flat level, but it was huge ! It had to be at least 10,000 square feet. The road leading to the house and the whole front parking area was red brick. I noticed a barn style garage with large trucks and boats parked inside. There were several 4 wheelers parked outside the house as well. I had no idea TJ owned all of this. I kinda felt out of place. There were several cars parked outside. My new truck didn’t compare to all of the Range Rovers and Land Rovers it was parked next to. While I was stepping out of my truck 2 staff members popped up to assist me.” Mr. Jones, we’ll make sure your luggage gets to you room safely.” A cute young lady stood next to a teenaged boy who reached for my bag.” I’m cool, I can get it myself.”” We insist Sir, it’s TJ’s orders.”” In that case, here.” I handed my bags to them.” Follow me please.” The young lady turned and walked towards the house. I followed close behind. When we entered the house I looked up at the open vaulted ceiling and said,” Damn !” The house was built out of large logs with a huge fireplace sitting in the center of the entrance floor. The ceiling looked to be about 25-30 feet high. I looked around the open floor plan and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was an Old Western bar set up, there were dear heads, and there were pictures of black Cowboys all over the place. All I could say was,”Damn !” ” We get that a lot here.” The cute hostess smiled at me.” Your room is located on the East end, follow me please.” I followed her down a long hallway with rooms on each side. We passed a large dinning room and kitchen on our way. I noticed that all of the rooms had names over them. Half way down the hallway we stopped at a room door. The hostess opened the door and held out her hand to welcome me inside.” You’ll be living in the Josh Gibson suite Sir. I hope you enjoy your stay here.” I walked inside the large room. I noticed a King sized bed made of cut logs. The theme and colors were all Western. The young boy put down my luggage and headed for the door. ” Wait, let me give you something for your help.” ” I’m sorry Sir, we don’t accept tips here. We are here for your service. TJ pays us well. If you need anything, just hit the button beside your bed.” ” Thanks.” ” You’re very welcomed Sir. Have a nice weekend.” He walked out and closed the door behind him. I stood there looking around. TJ had a lot more money than I expected. The house was worth several millions of dollars. I looked around the walls at the pictures. Most of the pictures were black and white and most were at Negro League baseball games. One picture described Joshua Gibson.

KNOW AS “JOSH” 1911-1947. AMERICAN BASEBALL PLAYER. DURING HIS 17 YEAR CAREER IN THE NEGRO LEAGUE(1929-1946), HE IS REPORTED TO HAVE HIT 800 HOME RUNS, 84 OF THEM IN AN ESTIMATED 200 GAME SEASON.

” Damn !” I knew sports, but I’d never heard of this guy. In school people like Josh aren’t talked about.I got settled in and put my things away. The restroom hand a standing shower in the corner and a spa tub in another. I jumped inside the shower to freshen up. I was amazed by the size of the shower head. The water rained down on me in large drops. After my shower I wrapped one of TJ’s logo towels around me. I set on the bed to wipe lotion on my legs and feet. There was a knock on my room door. I made sure the towel was secured around my waist before I opened the door. I expected to see Adrian. When I opened the door it was the cute hostess. She stood still staring at me when I opened the door. She stared straight ahead at my chest until I spoke. ” Is there something you need ?” She blinked her eyes a few times before looking at my face.” Oh, I’m sorry Sir. TJ would like to see you in his study once you’re settled in.” ” Okay, that’s cool. Give me a few minutes to get dressed and you can show me the way.” I walked towards the closet to grab something to wear. I left the door open so the hostess could step inside. When I came out of the closet she was still in the hallway.” You can step inside, I won’t bite you.’ I laughed.” I’m fine Sir, I can wait out here.” She was fanning herself with one hand. I threw on some jeans, a polo shirt, and a pair of hose boots. I stepped outside the room to follow the hostess. She had on Western wear with tight jeans and a bandana around her neck. She was thick with a nice shaped ass. I think she put a little extra swing in her hips while I followed her. I was led to these large cherry wood doors. TJ’s logo was carved into the wood. The hostess knocked and was told to come in. I followed her inside. TJ said,” Thanks Sugar.” I watched her exit and close the doors behind her. ” I’m glad you made it here okay Dominick !” TJ sounded excited.” This weekend is going to be special.” ” TJ your ranch is mind blowing.” ” I’m glad you like what you see. Come on and let me give you a tour of the property, well some of it anyway. I own 1,500 acres out here.” When he stood from behind his desk I noticed we had on the same boots. Adrian must have bought his clothes. It would have been considered sloppy if he didn’t already know what was up. TJ opened the door and I walked through. He patted my back like a father would pat his son. We headed towards 2 Big Bear 4 wheelers sitting right outside the back deck. We passed a large swimming pool and Jacuzzi. TJ didn’t glance their way or try to explain the deck area. It was like those things where of no concern to him.From the deck I noticed a lake. On one side people were riding jet skies, on the other side they were fishing. TJ said, put in the lake myself some 17 years ago.” He spoke of it like it was his pride and joy. We mounted the 4 wheelers and they already had keys in them.” You do know to handle one of these don’t you son ?” ” Yeah, I’ve road a few in my life time.”” Good, let rides !” He took of fast. TJ took off across the grass and I followed. He pointed and yelled out different areas of his property. I followed and listened. There was just so much on his ranch it was hard to believe. There must have been 1000 cows and close to if not more than 100 horses. There were several trails leading to small shacks and fishing spots. I could easily enjoy living at his ranch. TJ stopped in front of an old shack in a wooded area. He turned off the 4 wheeler so I did the same. We climbed the steps of the rotted wooden front porch. TJ pointed over the front door. Scratched into the wood I read,” Thomas James Hudson Sr.” “This was the first and only house my grandpa ever owned. Raised 7 children right here. My family were slaves on this land. This place is my driving force. I promised myself that one day I would own the land that my family dropped blood, sweat, and tears on.” I looked at the name and the house. I gained and immense amount of respect for TJ3. He set his mind and accomplished his goal for a good reason. He made me realize that I was just living life, I had no goal or purpose. I wanted to be more like him. When we made it back to the main house it was near dark. People had been looking for TJ all day. It made me wonder why he’d spent his entire day with me. He was a very important man with several friends at his ranch. Yet, he took the time out to show me around. That really meant something to me. I stood on the railing of the back deck alone. I was staring at the refection of the moon off of the rippling lake water. I was lost in thought. I never heard anyone walk out onto the deck. ” It’s beautiful isn’t it ?” ” Yeah.” I answered before I realized I was speaking to someone.
” This is were I release all of my worries.” I didn’t recognize the voice. I turned to see who I was talking to. She was about 5′ 5″ tall with long hair down her back.. her face was smooth and brown. Her eyes were large and the sparkled from the moon light. I looked at her full lips and white teeth as she spoke.” Hi, my name is Brandi.” She held her hand out for me to shake. I was blown away as I shook her soft hand. I said the first thing that came to mind.” Brandi, you are so beautiful !” She looked me in the eyes and smiled.

 

Heatblast #105

Atlanta…

Diego’s seventeenth floor high-rise on Peachtree Road, in Atlanta, was designed with an outdoor kitchen.
Tonight, Martina was trying hard to keep her composure.
The Task Force had every reason to believe The Network was behind Summer’s kidnapping.
At this very moment every resource they had at their disposal…was being used to find out where Summer was being held.
But, tonight despite all that was going on around her…Martina had to stick to the script.
Her inside look would be their only chance at saving Summer.
She was sitting on the spacious balcony of the penthouse suite…wearing a full length summer dress with a colorful print from, Michealangel.
The slight wind wrapped the dress around the chair she was sitting in.
Diego was grilling bacon and jalapeno wrapped colossal shrimp, as he sipped on Hennessy Private Reserve.
There was a lot going thru Martina’s mind. She wanted to put a bullet in Diego’s back and just get it over with, but they had to locate Summer before they could make any other moves.
The grilled brochettes were ready. Diego placed them in the warmer and walked over to where Martina was…looking out over the city.
He sat next to her.
She was not drinking.
Diego picked up her glass and handed it to her.
Martina took the glass and looked at him…attempting to keep a read on his mood. She had to stay a step ahead of him…if not, she just might end up like her fellow agent.
Martina still had not taken a sip of the Reserve.
Diego leaned in, as his lips pressed against hers,” What’s wrong…it seems like you’re miles away?”
She was…
“Take me with you…” He kissed her again.
Martina was hoping to conceal her thoughts…her fears. She kissed him back, hoping the affection would cloud Diego’s read on her. “I’m right here…” She put her arms around his neck. “…where I wanna be,” she said, with a smile that was far from genuine.
He ran his hand along her calf, making the long sheer dress she was wearing ride up her thigh.
Martina had been here before with Diego…over the course of this investigation. The only thing different now…Diego and The Network was now a threat to The Task Force.
She took a slight breath…allowed him to kiss her.
Diego’s lips grazed against Martina’s skin.
There was a time…she remembered…enjoying this.
Her legs were exposed.
The breeze cooled her thighs.
Diego watched Martina’s eyes. He also had a lot going on. Diego was hoping Martina did not recognize that his mind was preoccupied.
With Bryant back in Houston and Victor in Chicago…Diego was overseeing DT and his contractors, who were holding Summer.
This new thing he had with Martina was something Diego wanted to protect from his other life. He did not want to make the same mistake he had made with Giulianna.
It was important to Diego to keep business separate from his personal life, this time.
He kissed her on the chin. “It’s like I’ve been waiting my entire life to meet you,” he said.
She looked at him. Martina had a lot she wanted to say, but chose not to say nothing at all.
Diego’s phone saved her…the awkward moment.
He looked at the screen and then her. He could tell she had something she wanted to say. “Hold that thought,” he said.
“I’ll be here,” she said, as she laid back and took in the view.
Diego walked inside to take the call.
“Is she situated?” he asked.
“Yes,” the man answered.
“Is she comfortable?’ Diego asked.
“We have her at…our place,” the man answered. “She couldn’t be better if she was on vacation.”
Every word of the intercepted call was being dissected by The Task Force’s team of experts.
They were running out of time…it was only three hours left until the deadline for the ransom drop.
And, DT and his contractors…had no intentions on making the drop.