The de-encuntment of Pendra Josephyne

Chapter one

“How romantic of you!” I almost whisper in an attempt to sound sexy to the naked pile flesh, muscle and bone posing on my bed, “say, darling; is my company welcome?” I ask so as I catwalk my way to the queen size rose-petal covered bed.

“Be my guest.” Replies, with a wide grin on face a one fellow of firm build.

I growl as I slowly crown onto the bed. My dress askew in directions here and there, my red underwear flashes a view fully intended for the purpose. “Junior here seems quite exited!” I start as I feel my partner’s chest, all bulged up as is from workout. He smiles as I draw closer, grabbing his hands one at a time and cuffing them to the bed. This done, I feel his torso down to his abs, literally sketching out the out marks. He shudders as I grab hold his prick in my hand, a sigh following suit.

“Do you think you can take me?” I ask rather childishly as I rub up and down his member, feeling him throb as well as sending a wave of shiver up my system.

“Try me!” he dares, and as if on cue I bend down, gulping at his cock to the cods.

“Quite a natural, you are.” He compliments with a loud groan as I lift from my bend, positioning myself just above his stiff standing dick. I position it to my orifice of pleasure and gently slide it fully inside with a passionate sigh of my own.

“Ima ride you like hell,” I comment, jump starting to a frenzy,

“Whooooooow, chill little devil” he begs as I go on faster to my satisfaction. “Slow down girl, I’ma pop!” he yells out again to no avail as the pleasures with in me rise to fire themselves.

“Yes…..yes….”I say out loud still in a frenzy “yes…”

“Tring, tring, tring…….”

I look around still riding like hell

“…what….”

“The fuck……” Pendra woke up with a start, a loud one might I add with a spasm of bodily juices flowing out her still quivering features. She turned to her bed-side alarm clock, still ringing like hell and gave it a hard clash of the palm before reading the time.

“Six thirty, right!” she said the words with a dread in her voice so practiced. Throwing off the covers, she sat up and stole a gaze at the pleasurable mess she had done to her sheets, then dismounted her bed to the showers. Hers was a one room self-contained living apartment, that’s if we aint counting the small board-walled space that lodged a bath tab, sink and latrine. In here, she dried herself, and hair, then moved out the showers naked, ‘cept for a black bra and thong that brought out the chubbiness of her callipygian features. She put off the messed on sheets and threw them to her laundry basket before going for what appeared to be the lounging area, only to notice an enveloped letter pushed down the space between her door and the floor. She made for the envelope, tearing it open and uncovering but a single picture with an address, time and name.

Dr. Mackenzie Griffith

Rogue bar n club

08:15pm

“Mackenzie,” she said with certain tingle in her tone, “sounds familiar” she continued with a bounce to the kitchen island.

Carrington, name after an infamous underground lord was a city fully established, a great contrast to its criminal origin. Business houses, acclaimed pharmacies, quality residentials and other financial establishments paraded the sides of roads, just as they probed for the sky above them. There, in-between streets 24 and 26 was the only establishment of its kind. As a matter of fact, Carrington’s was the only establishment that told tales of the land that once was. A one story flat, Carrington’s was the definition of ill repute. The top story being a doll house, the ground level was Rogue bar n club, finessed of all in a ten mile radius.

Pendra made her way to the bar n club, clad in a black leathery crop-top, plus a similarly leathery skirt whose length hardly made it qualify for one and a pink knee length jacket posed paces before the two bouncers guarding the door. Without so much as a look, the one on her left opened her way in, stealing a glance back as she cat walked her way in