Chapter 4: The Rich Kids of Los Santos

Franklin and Lamar just finished up a business mission. Of sorts anyway. Raiding several Ballas crack houses in CGF green with caps and face bandannas and all, they were riding off, Lamar laughing like crazy. Not a mission for Dre, and definitely way too lowbrow for what they got involved in these days, if you told it to Imani, she would have just stopped listening as soon as you said it. All in the name of LD Organics.

“Oh fuck, did you see that shit?” said Lamar.

“Yeah I saw that shit. I was in that shit. Why the fuck are we picking fights with the Ballas again? Thought you liked to see yourself as an entrepreneurial businessman not someone trying to audition for Deadliest Warrior: Los Santos Edition.”

“Frank, you gotta look at the bigger picture. Ballas been out of line for awhile now, getting all imperialistic. As far as they’re concerned, way we’re dressed right now in the old school green, they just got their shit rocked hard by the CGF commandos going pew pew.”

“Old something alright. These clothes are dirty and stinkin’. Living as a clean man, I thought I put that hood life behind me. I was worried about why you wanted me to dressed up like a gangbanger, I knew it was nothing but trouble.”

“That’s just a gift to our OG’s in the Families, they need time to take care of the new bloods, right. Those Ballas ain’t gonna be messin’ with our homeboys anytime soon. And with the way I’m thinking, I’m thinking BIG! I want to make my paper down in the hood and then expand to Vinewood, real rags to riches shit, you know what I’m saying? Getting them real good credentials.”

“Yeah, credentials like, one of these days some pissed off mark is gonna come sniping for you while you’re sleeping up in a penthouse and put a bullet in yo head.”

“Nah, this ain’t like Stretch and D. We showed them who’s boss. And speaking of that old buster D, there’s a new man in town by the name of Lamar D.”

“Stretch and D have been dead for a whole decade man, and before you get nostalgic, we both know anytime spent with those two weren’t the good old days. And Lamar D? Yeah I guess you were gonna forget your last name sooner or later. I got a few words starting with D you can start using there.”

“My old name don’t matter, you might as well call me Mr. LD Organics. And that D stands for DOMINUS motherfucker! People talk about the Illuminati, I’ll be the Illumina-D. You hear me?”

“You must be high on your own supply, because I don’t got a word of what the fuck you’re on about. You see Dre living high with that clout and getting all jelly?”

“No, think about it. Monopolizing my dog. Feel me? Once I make it big in the hood, soon even the little Ballas won’t have any choice but to buy from me. They ain’t gonna break bread with them Vagos anytime soon either, they gotta get it somewhere. They won’t think twice about buying from LD Organics.”

“For once, you’re right. I guess desperation has that effect on people.”

Lamar just laughed again, not paying one mind to Frank’s diss. “Be like a mosquito, flying down to sting them and they’ll be giving up their blood money just to take a hit. As far as they concerned, they didn’t get rocked by the two biggest badasses of all time, Mr. Senor Presidente, that’s you homie, and the other being El Jefe Deez Nuts running things behind the scenes, and shit you know who that is! No, they think just got fucked over by the Families in a hit, and that’s all they need to know. Them old OG’s who know me personally will have to watch their little ones lining up to take big daddy’s fatty. All the while I’ll be racking in the green. Pyramid schemes ain’t nothing, I’ll be the pharaoh bitch!”

“A man of peace, huh? Fuck Epsilon and fuck Jesus Christ, all the hood rats praising Lamar, their lord and savior.”

“Now you see the bigger picture! Ha, I knew there was hope for you yet.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it and all I see are pie in the sky dreams.”

They got back to Vinewood Hills without any trouble. Franklin parked Lamar’s car in his driveway. Getting out of the car, Franklin was going to make his way back inside. But not before Lamar had something to say about it.

“Eh wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?”

“Man, fuck you, man, my girl’s up in there. I don’t need you creeping her out with yo weird middle aged past your prime ass!”

“Ah my ni ... sorry Mr. Senor Presidente. I mean to say my n-word too good for the hood, don’t hate me because I’m fly like I’m flyin’ up in yo face buzzing all around cause I’m still gangsta and you living the domestic life being all whipped and proper. Maybe if you let me pay a visit, your girl see what a real man look like! Yeah I just wanted to neg her a bit, see if she like you getting all worked up if you poke her in the right place. But me alone with a girl like that and your highfalutin self in the same room? I’ll be dealing with with a T-nineteen time bomb!”

Then he turned his back and was off. But for once he wasn’t flipping off Franklin, he just pointed back past him. Like every other guy who ever got such an epic roasting, Franklin just said “What!”

A roast as classic as fine wine. Turning back, he just sighed. Some things would never change. But looking inside his house, he wasn’t thinking about Lamar anymore. Pointing back past him and talking about a time bomb, his boy was right, he saw smoke inside.

“Oh shit!”

He rushed in there fast. He heard his wife freaking out, making a whole bunch of noise. Typical for her, she was hot, but years later after supposedly growing up, she could still be a hot mess. He kept a fire extinguisher on his wall along just in case. Getting hold of it, he ran in the direction where the smoke was coming from.

It was the kitchen. Franklin calmed down, seeing it was just the pot roast set on the oven on fire and not an emergency like the Ballas come home to roost. Getting one of the dish rags, he went to work on beating that meat putting out the fire. As soon as it was done, he opened the windows and opened up the slider door overlooking his pool in the middle of Vinewood. Wasn’t long before all the smoke was clear.

His lady love was still making a racket. Franklin looked around to see if there was anymore smoke or a real fire going on. Went through his whole house and didn’t find a thing. Every single treasure he owned, all his valuables were all safe and sound.

Even she was all good. Spotless and beautiful like she always was. But she was still running around close to screaming. Back when he first met her, she could be shrill and loud and annoying. Ten years later and things hadn’t changed one bit.

He finally went on over to her. Even when she was having a break down, she looked gorgeous. The years had been good to her, a T-nineteen time bomb was right, she still looked like she was nineteen but she was elegant too, her long hair was up in a bun like other ladies her age in this high upscale part of town. She looked classy like that but she also liked to rock that casual MILF aesthetic because she was only sporting a little tank top that showed off her rocking cleavage and some short shorts you’d expect to see on hotties on the streets and thirst traps on Snapmatic. Not on women her age, and those shorts had MILF written on the back but they were so short and clinging to her ass that you could only see MF. Frank had become that, and staring at her rump he could already tell she wasn’t wearing underwear either. Definitely one of the reasons he married her.

Even when she was having a trip. She was running around in a tizzy, and as hysterical as she could be, he loved watching her bits jiggle when she moved like that. “Hey baby girl, calm down okay? Fire’s gone, crisis averted, we all good. Okay?”

“No, it’s not okay! Don’t you know what caused me to start that fire?”

“Baby girl, I love you, you know that. We’ve moved in together, we married, we got kids. Life is good. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

“Franklin, it’s HORRIBLE! My dad and my mom have finally made up!”

“Baby girl, your moms and your dad already made up. Remember? He’s a big time movie executive now, clean too. No shell businesses for mafioso hustling, he’s put all that past him. People everywhere in the whole state calling him the new Solomon Richards, and Mikael Baye can’t stop going on TV to shit talk him because he’s jelly. My man’s got it made and he’s got a sweet baby girl by his side. What’s wrong with that?”

“That’s the problem! She’s gone legit too! They’re in the business together!”

“Okay, so my dog Michael and his wife Amanda are chillaxin’ just fine. You almost burned down the kitchen freaking out over that?”

“But they’re coming here for a family gathering!”

“Hey, that’s not so bad. I haven’t seen my boy Michael since you and me tied the knot. And Amanda done raised you right.”

“They’re coming here TODAY!” she said in one of her high pitched shrieks. Didn’t do that too much anymore, but when she did, she was so loud that she had to put his hands over his ears. He was lucky this house had such thick walls compared to his pad living with his aunt Denise, their baby was sleeping downstairs in one of the rooms. Bimbo voice or not, Tracey she knew how to sing a real chill lullaby when she wanted to. “And I got so surprised that I nearly burned down the house, and ... and...!”

He put his hands over her bare shoulders. “Hey, hey. It’s fine, alright? We all good. But damn, it has been awhile. Me and Michael being big now, I figure he’s gonna come all suited up.” He looked down at himself and laughed. “And here I am still dressed up like a dumb mark instead of a responsible family man.”

“That’s right, that’s right! We need to get things ready. But I don’t know what to wear, and I’m dressed like a total slut and...”

He kissed her forehead and hushed her saying, “Listen, it’s all good. Let’s head on over to the closet, okay? We’ll both pick out something nice.”

Going to their bedroom, Franklin took off his shirt. A bigtime executive like him was all too glad to get that thing off. Lamar was living in the past in the hood, Frank saw himself as a man of the future.

His naked back was turned to Tracey. She giggled. “You know what I love about you the most? You’re getting to be that dad age but you’re not rocking that dad bod.” Coming up close behind him, she reached her arms around his chest and rubbed herself on him.

Franklin instantly got a lump in his pants. Those tits of hers were just as great as ever. And after dealing with Lamar’s antics for a whole day and putting out that fire, he remembered she was looking even more smoking hot than that.

“So, when did Michael say he was gonna show up?”

Laying her head on his shoulder she said, “I don’t know. But I think we have enough time before they get here.”

Tracey made a deep sensual moan. The sound of a mature woman, a sensual temptress, he knew by now it was her natural voice and not the exaggerated one she used when in casual conversation or she was really upset, and in this day and age, she put that talent to good use making ASMR audio clips up on the internet as a blonde angel Vtuber, the natural evolution of her camgirl days as Tracey Suxx. Making it big, she had a legion of fanboys simping for her hard.

But only one man got to have her for real. She trailed a series of wet kisses on Franklin’s shoulder up to his neck. While doing that, she playfully darted her fingers on his chest, teasing him, tempting him. Franklin remembered in all the movies he’d seen like this, that it was usually the husband who snuck up behind his wife’s back while she was doing some innocent domestic chores and felt her up when in the mood for something more. Here was Tracey coming onto him good.

Whipped and proper? I’ll show him.

Turning around, he kissed her right on the lips with tongue right from the beginning. Grabbing her chest, he massaged her tits all but spilling out of her shirt. Giggling, Tracey reached behind her neck and undid the string holding up her bikini top. It would have falling down out of her shirt if it wasn’t so tight.

Franklin was already in the mood to get Lamar’s nonsense out of his head. And with Tracey taking such initiative, he decided to help her out. Reaching under the hem of her shirt, he lifted it right off her torso in one direct motion. The little bikini top fell right to the floor and her big tits popped right on out. He was staring right at them.

“Don’t stare at my tits, you little beast!”

“Well shit baby, what you want me to do with them.”

“Eat them!” She grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face in there. He was surprised by her strength, at first he couldn’t even move his head. From Lamar to her, it was one thing after another. But he didn’t mind one bit, and he got his wits back fast, rubbing his face up all over in her breasts like a little boy with his first set of titties.

Laughing, Tracey moved one of her legs up on his waist. Pulling her close by that same leg under her knee with one, Franklin fondled her bubble butt in those shorts with the other. His face on her chest, he started sucking all over her tits.

At first Franklin was wild with her. Just like how she had been freaking out, just like when she shoved his face into them, he full on took them into his mouth. Not just as a way to get her back for flipping out so easy, but also because after dealing with Lamar’s business ventures, he was ready to get a taste for her. Forget that burnt pot roast, a mouthful of titties was exactly what he needed.

But it didn’t long take for him to slow down. Taking one of her breasts into his mouth, he slowly massaged it with his full lips while licking her soft skin and that nipple just right. It was such a difference in sensation that Tracey bit her lip from how raw and sensual it felt. She was feeling all of her worries melting away.

Tracey could only sit there and hold onto him, sighing softly. Franklin was still holding her leg and fondling her tush. His newfound slow pace on sucking her tit and the way he was holding her, they really did look like a model romantic couple, you wouldn’t think he was a reformed gangbanger or she ever did the things she did when she was younger. As she was absorbed in it, Franklin slapped her ass hard enough to make her jump.

He looked up at her. “You gonna behave yourself now?”

Looking down at him she said, “Oh I think I will baby doll.” He didn’t know if that was her natural voice, but it was definitely different from what most people were used to, no airheaded affect to it whatsoever.