I know I wouldn’t mind having a pretty thing like you with an ass like
that sitting down next to me,” Brad said looking her over.
She was a tempting piece of ass he
thought as imagines of him fucking her from behind while smacking that thick
booty of hers filled his head. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she
was shocked by what he said, hell Brad didn’t even care. He was too drunk and
high to care about what she thought, watching her turning her head to see his
eyes staring at her backside. “All I can say is baby got back!” And with that
comment Brad smacked her ass watching that luscious backside of hers jiggle.
Damn, he thought to himself as ideas of that ass of hers raced even more
through his mind, but that dream went up in smoke when he felt a slap to the
face.
Some of the guys stood up, but Brad
said, “Whoa!”
He grabbed her by the wrist.
Looking down at her he could tell she was nervous, if she had been a man he
would have whooped his ass all over his living room. But something in her eyes
made the blood boiling within him calm down. “I will turn down the music when I
feel like it. So start getting you some earplugs, sister, I plan on turning up
my music tonight and every night.” And with that comment, he let go of her
wrist expecting her to go away, but instead she stood her ground while rubbing
it.
“If you don’t turn down this music
in fifteen minutes, I plan on calling the cops!” Hailey said and made her way
out of his house.
“You think she’s going to do it?”
asked one of the guys to Brad.
Brad rubbed his cheek that was
still stinging from her slap and started to chuckle. “I have to admit she has
spunk, but we’ll turn it down for her.”
* * * *
When she got back home, she found
herself not being able to go back to sleep. Hailey was too shaken up by her
confrontation with her new neighbor. “Who in the hell does he think he is
smacking my ass like he knows me that well?” she huffed as she continued pacing
her bedroom while talking to herself. “All I know is he better turn off or down
that music in 15 minutes.” After about three minutes however, the music was
lowered which was a shock because Hailey didn’t think he was going to turn it
down.
“Guess he doesn’t want the cops on
his ass, don’t blame him though.” Hailey told herself while getting back into
bed.
The next day as Hailey was heading
off to work, she saw the bikes were gone and garbage bags replaced where cans
and bottles once were. It looked like there hadn’t even been a party last
night. She met up with her friend Tori in the car garage at work and still
wasn’t very much in her usual good mood. “Girl, you look awful, is everything
all right?” Tori voiced her concerns as the elevator opened for them to get in.
“Well, I found out why my house was
too good to be true. I live right next to a biker.”
“A what? A biker, you can’t be
serious Hailey. What the hell happened last night?”
Soon the door opened and they
walked down the hallway. “Well let’s see, how about a gang of motorcycles
coming up the road, loud music along with whooping and hollering until around
two in the morning. I swear I couldn’t deal with it anymore so I decided to go
over there to tell them to turn that music down or else.”
“I can’t believe you went over
there, weren’t you scared?” Tori asked as they sat down at the large desk that
people would see when they came to the floor.
“Hell yeah I was scared, all those
big white good old boys standing around with their tattoos and leather gear on.
Yeah, I was very scared but I didn’t let them see it. I asked who owned the
place. They told me who it was and I went straight inside to find him. He was
sitting there all drunk and high like the rest of them, then he stood up and
that man was tall as I don’t know what.” Hailey laughed putting her purse
inside her desk to lock it.
“So what happened next?”
“I asked him to
that sitting down next to me,” Brad said looking her over.
She was a tempting piece of ass he
thought as imagines of him fucking her from behind while smacking that thick
booty of hers filled his head. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she
was shocked by what he said, hell Brad didn’t even care. He was too drunk and
high to care about what she thought, watching her turning her head to see his
eyes staring at her backside. “All I can say is baby got back!” And with that
comment Brad smacked her ass watching that luscious backside of hers jiggle.
Damn, he thought to himself as ideas of that ass of hers raced even more
through his mind, but that dream went up in smoke when he felt a slap to the
face.
Some of the guys stood up, but Brad
said, “Whoa!”
He grabbed her by the wrist.
Looking down at her he could tell she was nervous, if she had been a man he
would have whooped his ass all over his living room. But something in her eyes
made the blood boiling within him calm down. “I will turn down the music when I
feel like it. So start getting you some earplugs, sister, I plan on turning up
my music tonight and every night.” And with that comment, he let go of her
wrist expecting her to go away, but instead she stood her ground while rubbing
it.
“If you don’t turn down this music
in fifteen minutes, I plan on calling the cops!” Hailey said and made her way
out of his house.
“You think she’s going to do it?”
asked one of the guys to Brad.
Brad rubbed his cheek that was
still stinging from her slap and started to chuckle. “I have to admit she has
spunk, but we’ll turn it down for her.”
* * * *
When she got back home, she found
herself not being able to go back to sleep. Hailey was too shaken up by her
confrontation with her new neighbor. “Who in the hell does he think he is
smacking my ass like he knows me that well?” she huffed as she continued pacing
her bedroom while talking to herself. “All I know is he better turn off or down
that music in 15 minutes.” After about three minutes however, the music was
lowered which was a shock because Hailey didn’t think he was going to turn it
down.
“Guess he doesn’t want the cops on
his ass, don’t blame him though.” Hailey told herself while getting back into
bed.
The next day as Hailey was heading
off to work, she saw the bikes were gone and garbage bags replaced where cans
and bottles once were. It looked like there hadn’t even been a party last
night. She met up with her friend Tori in the car garage at work and still
wasn’t very much in her usual good mood. “Girl, you look awful, is everything
all right?” Tori voiced her concerns as the elevator opened for them to get in.
“Well, I found out why my house was
too good to be true. I live right next to a biker.”
“A what? A biker, you can’t be
serious Hailey. What the hell happened last night?”
Soon the door opened and they
walked down the hallway. “Well let’s see, how about a gang of motorcycles
coming up the road, loud music along with whooping and hollering until around
two in the morning. I swear I couldn’t deal with it anymore so I decided to go
over there to tell them to turn that music down or else.”
“I can’t believe you went over
there, weren’t you scared?” Tori asked as they sat down at the large desk that
people would see when they came to the floor.
“Hell yeah I was scared, all those
big white good old boys standing around with their tattoos and leather gear on.
Yeah, I was very scared but I didn’t let them see it. I asked who owned the
place. They told me who it was and I went straight inside to find him. He was
sitting there all drunk and high like the rest of them, then he stood up and
that man was tall as I don’t know what.” Hailey laughed putting her purse
inside her desk to lock it.
“So what happened next?”
“I asked him to
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