Episode 25: wHOLE ENCHILADA

“Is this Davos Domingo?”

“Si! Who is this?”

“Frank Logarth. We have a mutual friend in Piper Cherry. She asked me to look into finding you a food service truck to open your own business.”

“Si, yes! She is very helpful.”

“So am I. After thinking about her offer to you and asking for my help, I had a brilliant idea. How would you like to take over my current food truck. I’ve been thinking about buying a brand-new truck for myself. My current truck has low mileage still and I keep it running great. It would be a great starter truck for you. The kitchen is fairly new as well. Seeing as Piper is buying you a truck, I might as well save her a few grand by just throwing my truck into the deal. I wanted to run it by you first seeing as Piper is up in the sky in a hot air balloon by now. If you are interested, we can talk with her more about it tomorrow.”

“Si! I am interested. When might I see this truck?”

“Right now, if you want. I normally open on Saturday’s, but my granddaughter has a serious hangover, and her cousin can’t help me. I needed a day off anyway. Business has been really good of late. The high school’s alone keep me rolling in dough. Saturday’s I generally open up across from KDAN’S car dealership on Broadway and Claremont. That’s where it is parked right now even if I’m not open. My buddy Mason owns the parking lot.”

“I see. Yes, I know where KDAN’s is. My wife Carmilla is finishing up some tamales as we speak. I would like her to see the truck as well.”

“I understand. How about I give her an hour then I’ll meet you at the truck. You have my number if you need more time than that. You will know it by the big hot dog on the side. I call my business Frankfurthers, like Frankfurters, emphasis on my name Frank.”

“I will help her finish. Our daughter had to go walk Senorita Cherry’s dog. This got my wife behind. Would you like a fresh tamale? We also have enchiladas.”

“I would love a fresh tamale. A dozen even.” Frank chuckled! “How much and don’t try saying they are free.”

“For you ten dollars. Three for five when we sell them.”

“Sold! Look for a blue pickup truck near the food truck. I’ll be waiting. See you in an hour?”

“Si! Thank you my friend.”

“Not a problem. Any friend of Piper’s is a friend of mine.”

“One hour. Adios, Senor Logarth.”

“Call me Frank, Davos.”

“Adios, Frank.”

Call ending Davos Domingo told his wife about the offer. She was giddy over the news. It felt as if they had won the lottery.

Across the city, Ana Domingo stepped off of a mass transit bus across from the entrance to Hooters Crossing. On such a sweltering day she wore as little as possible which meant a thin white camisole style top and tight black shorts. Her long hair pinned back into a ponytail helped against the heat. The humidity however ruined her curls and left her sweating profusely. Passengers on the bus were grateful for that. It meant her white top had a certain invisible quality to it. Obscene to the wrong people. Glorious to the pervs.

No bra assisted in the knowledge of plump perky nipples. Her mother was not happy that she was going without a bra. Ordinarily, Ana was not so bold. Meeting Piper Cherry and becoming her high paid assistant rubbed off on her. At least she didn’t wear the blue dress Piper had given her with all of the circular windows sewn into it. Her wardrobe was going to change as time went on. Bad Piper, bad!

The bus driver of all people was Josie McKellen’s old classmate Ted Colter. While he didn’t know Ana, he knew beauty. Even he whistled as she left the bus. On the sly he snapped a cell pic of her wiggling up the sidewalk. He was hardly the only amateur photographer. Three other men snapped pics while on the bus. Hubba Rubba!

A short walk past the gates she giggled over the large companion owls to each side of the street. Big bulging eyes on them, they looked like breasts. How did she not notice those before now. Hooters indeed! It felt as if they were watching her. Perhaps they were. Watchtower cameras were indeed everywhere. Peeps!

“They give me goosebumps. I must hurry along.” No heels, only Nikes, she sprinted ahead until having to turn left on the first street. Piper Cherry’s home was right there on that corner of Epicenter Court. Slowing to walk up the sidewalk she stopped and brought her cellphone out from her small shoulder purse. Dialing Piper’s number, she let it ring four times before an answer.

“Hey, Ana Banana!”

“I am at your front door. Will your dog attack me when I enter?”

“Probably! Just yell HEEL! Mace taught him to behave.”

“Okay! Are you still in the balloon?”

“On the short bus headed back to the park. That was an adventure.” Piper Cherry sat in Roger Dundee’s lap while he rubbed her pussy, back against his chest. “Give Rotten a dog treat before you walk him, then another after you get back. If he pulls you hold onto the leash tightly. If he gets away from you, he might not willingly come back. Avoid the big RV camper out front like the plague. There’s a cat in a cage in the back, he might be outside the RV. I suggest going the other direction.”

“We will be fine. I am stronger than I look.”

“Hundred pounds wet, Sweetie.”

“Please do not call me a wetback.” She laughed!

“Never ever! I love you, Sweetheart. Call me if you need anything we should be back at the pavilion in maybe ten minutes. Oh! After you bring Rotten home feel free to swim in the pool.”

“I do not have a bathing suit.”

“Skinny dip for all I care. Raid my closet. I have like thirty bikinis. Choose one you like and keep it. Find a few dresses while you’re at it. One more thing! I would change in my bathroom. My camera guy just left after installing new cameras. Unless you want Mace checking you out on recorded footage. Hopefully Michael put the key back.”

“Let me check.” Ana went up onto the porch and looked at a flowerpot. “Yes, it is there.”

“Good! Michael didn’t forget. You have fun, Roger is fingering me. I need to keep him happy. Try the bottled water if you get tHIrSty. It’s awesome!”

“Thank you, I will. Enjoy the rest of the party.”

“Stick around if you want. We will be barbequing later.”

“I cannot stay. My mom needs help fulfilling orders.”

“Okay! Tell Camilla I said hi. Davos too.”

“I will. Enjoy his fingers.”

“You know it. We need to find you a man.”

“In time.” Ana giggled! “Bye!”

“Bye!”

Hanging up Ana put her phone away then unlocked the door. Knowing Rotten would be out by the pool in the shade she entered without worry. That was the easy part. She found his leash hanging by the front door then went to the kitchen. Aware of a dog shaped cookie jar she reached in for two Milkbone dog biscuits. The fridge had ice cold bottles of tHIrSty so she grabbed one and quenched her thirst. Ninety percent of the bottle was guzzled before capping it. Leaving the bottle, her purse and cellphone on the kitchen island she then made her way to the French doors.

Rotten sensing someone rushed the glass and jumped up on it. Growling at first he recognized her from two days prior when she and her family visited. Showing him the dog treat, he sat down panting. It gave her the confidence to open the door. Kneeling in the threshold before him the 200-pound Rott charged her and toppled her backwards to the carpet. Licks made their way up her tummy, over her chest before reaching the Milkbone. Once he had it, he laid down right on top of her as he chewed.