heâd leave the bulk of his money to Venice and her kids because she was the responsible one. If he left it to Rosarita, sheâd probably pick up some fortune hunter whoâd spend it instantly. Venice would make sure it wasnât squandered away, besides, sheâd always take care of Rosaritaâin fact, heâd make sure that provision was put in his will. The best thing about his plan was that he wouldnât be around to listen to Rosaritaâs screaming.
âWhat are you smiling at, Daddy?â Rosarita said, suddenly reverting to her sweet sideâwhich she could put on at will.
âJust thinkinâ âbout a thing or two,â he said.
Varoomba grabbed his hand. âYour daddy has such a cute smile!â she exclaimed. âI love it when he laughs, heâs so adorable!â
Rosarita wanted to throw up. This one was a big-titted, squeaky-voiced nightmare. And stupid with it.
âDonât go callinâ me no names in front of my girls,â Chas hissed, highly embarrassed.
âSorry, honeybunch,â Varoomba cooed.
So the evening wound to its natural conclusion, and Rosarita and her group went home at the same time as Venice and Eddie.
As soon as they were gone, Varoomba shook out her mass of red hair, allowing it to fall around her face. Then she unzipped her orange dress, standing before Chas in a red-white-and-blue thong and nippleless bra. âHowâd I do, babykins?â she crooned. âWas I the hit of the party?â
âCâmere,â he said, reaching out to tweak her enormous erect nipples. âCâmere, anâ put those big bazookas all over me.â
So she did.
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Meanwhile, across town, Joel Blaine was in the Boom Boom Club, complaining to the manager, âWhereâs the broad with the big knockers? How come sheâs not here on a Saturday night?â
âShe called in sick,â said the manager, a grim-faced man with patent-leather hair and a permanent scowl.
âSick my ass,â Joel said. âI want my money back.â
âI got a nice little Puerto Rican number blew in yesterday.â
âI donât do foreign.â
âHow about Texas born and bred? That appeal to you?â
âBig tits?â
âSmall, but nice.â
âForget about it,â Joel said. âIâll come back next week, and Miss Big Rack better be here.â
If he wanted small tits he could get them anywhere. Rosarita wasnât exactly stacked, sheâd informed him they were her own, but he knew they werenât the real thing, heâd noticed the scars hidden underneath.
Honey, heâd wanted to say to her. If you had âem done, why couldnât you have had âem done bigger?
Instinctively he knew Rosarita was not the type who took well to criticism. But maybe heâd see how far sheâd go for him. âSugar, you got the greatest boobs in the world,â heâd tell her, âbut I like âem bigger. Hereâs twenty thouâgo get âem done again.â
Was she worth twenty thousand bucks? No fucking way!
The only woman worth twenty thousand bucks in his mind was Madison Castelli. Now there was a real woman. It didnât matter that she wasnât stacked like some freako stripper, she had what it took in the brains department, and thatâs what Joel was looking for. A touch of class.
Maybe he should do something about her. Turn on the charm. Launch into pursuit mode. At least call her.
Maybe he would.
Eventually.
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âThanks,â Dexter said.
âFor what?â Rosarita said warily.
âFor being nice to my parents. Ever since we had that talk youâve been pretty damn good.â
âYou think so?â
âYes, I do.â He was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, watching her undress. She was down to black panties and a lacy bra. âCome lie beside me and weâll talk,â he
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