the hood that car dealerships have to report to the IRS anyone that buys a car with cash outright.
âWell, homeboy, you came to the wrong dealership because I donât deal with that shit no more,â he said, giving me a wink.
His ass musta thought I was wired, or somebody was listening in on our conversation or something. I just played along and handed him fifteen grand for my choice of a car off the lot.
He walked me to the lot, and I picked out the car that I wanted. Then we went back to his office to fill out some paperwork.
And, boy, he had all of the paperwork I could handle. His ass fucked me so good, I thought his dick was going to come out of my mouth.
I walked out his office with a new ride and a good piece of dick. He gave me his number and told me anytime I need anything, just give him a call. Trade. Gotta love them.
When I left his office, the ghetto-ass receptionist waved good-bye to me as she was trying to put her makeshift ponytail back on her head. Her ass just got a lesson in customer service that you couldnât get at your local Wal-Mart. I betcha her ass will act right for the next customer that comes in.
I walked up to Carlâs car and instructed him to go home. I told him that I would be home in a couple of hours. I didnât need his ass with me when I went to purchase the supplies I needed to exact my revenge. I needed the least amount of witnesses possible.
I had plans to get back at my old boss for snitching on me. I had a special plan for him. His ass was retired, and I knew exactly where he was staying. He and his wife had a ranch out in Upper Marlboro. Her dumb ass didnât even know her husband liked black dick. Sorry bitch was gonna have to be punished with him. Her flat ass was going to be an innocent bystander to my fury and wrath.
Then I was going to go after the âlick-âem girl,â Keisha, Kennyâs baby mama. While I was getting arrested, her lesbian ass had the nerve to go through my pockets and take the keys to the car Kenny bought me. And the bitch stole the money I was going to steal for myself. She and her dyke girlfriend gonna wish they had left town. But, first things first, I was going to get me a decent place to stay.
I pulled off the car lot in a black Ford Expedition that had tinted windows and chrome rims. I could tell that this shit was almost new because it still had that fresh leather smell. It must have belonged to a drug dealer or something like that.
I went out to a spot out on Liberty Road called Dunhill Village Apartments. One of my old acquaintances had lived here for a short while, and I liked the area.
I went in, filled out an application, and I was given a full tour of the grounds. I knew this was the spot for me. The place was quiet and spacious. Despite my raunchy sex life, I loved to spend quiet evenings at home in my soft, plush bed.
The rent was $950, which was no problem at all. They ran my credit while I toured the place, so by the time we made it back to the leasing office, I was approved with no security deposit and given a date to move in. It was close to the end of the month, so I only had a couple of more days to stay in Carlâs rat trap of an apartment.
I was so happy, I went to The Room Store and purchased all the furniture for my new home. I went shopping crazy as I normally do. I went to Annaâs Linens for all my linens and Pier 1 for all my accents, like vases and candles. Then I went to Best Buy for my two flat-screen televisions, computer, and various surveillance equipment that I needed. I finally made a trip to the Wal-Mart Supercenter on Route 1, and finished up with pots, pans, and other household essentials.
I ended up spending close to $8,000 to fix up my new crib. Exhausted, I finally made my trip back to my temporary home for some much-needed rest.
Chapter 11
Ashley
The Good Girl
October 30 th , 2018, 11:25 A.M .
âHey, Tony, baby,â I cooed into the phone.
Every time I
âWell, homeboy, you came to the wrong dealership because I donât deal with that shit no more,â he said, giving me a wink.
His ass musta thought I was wired, or somebody was listening in on our conversation or something. I just played along and handed him fifteen grand for my choice of a car off the lot.
He walked me to the lot, and I picked out the car that I wanted. Then we went back to his office to fill out some paperwork.
And, boy, he had all of the paperwork I could handle. His ass fucked me so good, I thought his dick was going to come out of my mouth.
I walked out his office with a new ride and a good piece of dick. He gave me his number and told me anytime I need anything, just give him a call. Trade. Gotta love them.
When I left his office, the ghetto-ass receptionist waved good-bye to me as she was trying to put her makeshift ponytail back on her head. Her ass just got a lesson in customer service that you couldnât get at your local Wal-Mart. I betcha her ass will act right for the next customer that comes in.
I walked up to Carlâs car and instructed him to go home. I told him that I would be home in a couple of hours. I didnât need his ass with me when I went to purchase the supplies I needed to exact my revenge. I needed the least amount of witnesses possible.
I had plans to get back at my old boss for snitching on me. I had a special plan for him. His ass was retired, and I knew exactly where he was staying. He and his wife had a ranch out in Upper Marlboro. Her dumb ass didnât even know her husband liked black dick. Sorry bitch was gonna have to be punished with him. Her flat ass was going to be an innocent bystander to my fury and wrath.
Then I was going to go after the âlick-âem girl,â Keisha, Kennyâs baby mama. While I was getting arrested, her lesbian ass had the nerve to go through my pockets and take the keys to the car Kenny bought me. And the bitch stole the money I was going to steal for myself. She and her dyke girlfriend gonna wish they had left town. But, first things first, I was going to get me a decent place to stay.
I pulled off the car lot in a black Ford Expedition that had tinted windows and chrome rims. I could tell that this shit was almost new because it still had that fresh leather smell. It must have belonged to a drug dealer or something like that.
I went out to a spot out on Liberty Road called Dunhill Village Apartments. One of my old acquaintances had lived here for a short while, and I liked the area.
I went in, filled out an application, and I was given a full tour of the grounds. I knew this was the spot for me. The place was quiet and spacious. Despite my raunchy sex life, I loved to spend quiet evenings at home in my soft, plush bed.
The rent was $950, which was no problem at all. They ran my credit while I toured the place, so by the time we made it back to the leasing office, I was approved with no security deposit and given a date to move in. It was close to the end of the month, so I only had a couple of more days to stay in Carlâs rat trap of an apartment.
I was so happy, I went to The Room Store and purchased all the furniture for my new home. I went shopping crazy as I normally do. I went to Annaâs Linens for all my linens and Pier 1 for all my accents, like vases and candles. Then I went to Best Buy for my two flat-screen televisions, computer, and various surveillance equipment that I needed. I finally made a trip to the Wal-Mart Supercenter on Route 1, and finished up with pots, pans, and other household essentials.
I ended up spending close to $8,000 to fix up my new crib. Exhausted, I finally made my trip back to my temporary home for some much-needed rest.
Chapter 11
Ashley
The Good Girl
October 30 th , 2018, 11:25 A.M .
âHey, Tony, baby,â I cooed into the phone.
Every time I
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