Episode 265: CA$H mosCOW

Turmoil over, Knox Hardecker had sat in his bedroom for two hours now without a single cigarette smoked. Unusual for a chain smoker! Fuming over Mace Belmont fucking his ex-girlfriend, Lily Kramer had drained him. No reply from Lily after a number of texts he took what Svetlana Goboldsky, his dad’s sugar whore had said to heart. Showered and more relaxed upon his last twenty minutes of isolation he was concluding he needed that cancer stick. Having watched his neighbor Kelly Herbert off and on through her bedroom window he was gradually returning to his dark side. He needed air so he finally changed clothes and headed downstairs. His father and Svetlana were napping in Winslow’s bedroom so making noise indoors was probably not in his best interest. Thus, no stereo blaring!

Lit cigarette in hand by the end of his sidewalk he took a walk down the street to clear his head. Darkness claiming his daylight it was peaceful. Reaching the corner, he looked to his right and spotted Sable and Dakota McKellen in their microkinis on their way home from their new playmate Josh Ramsey’s house. Shaking his head, he didn’t even have it in him to wolf call over their next to nude streaking.

“They’re both getting bolder. Fine as hell like always. If I weren’t in such a mood I’d see if Sable would meet me outside before it got too late. Dakota would Killshot that if I yelled at her now. Chances are Dakota doesn’t know that me and the guys messed with Sable under Perbert’s balcony last night.” Thoughts on what Svetlana had said to him earlier about dating Sable hit home. In some ways he did like the youngest twin but knew it was albeit impossible. One, her parents would shoot him down and forbid it. Two, Dakota would sick Furlong and his Jock Flock on him. Three, he knew she was using him as much as he might use her. Birds of a feather stuff a pillow together. Inevitably to fight!

“I have the advantage though. Me and Pryor, Kirkpatrick, and Rollins could easily rat her out, but again, there was no one to back up our story and for once I got sloppy and didn’t record anything. Just like that day up on my balcony. I’m a dumbass!” A shrewd one but he was correct. “We do have video of her up against Perbert’s picture window, but she could just say she didn’t see us. Idiot would believe her over me any day. I hate that little dickwad! What I really need to do is trap his ass making a stupid move and blackmail him. I mean I’m already setting up his mom for a fall if she doesn’t obey my ass. Sad thing is I think Kelly Herbert likes what I’m suckering her into. Bitch is a serious freak. If she was really worried of what I might do, she would just tell the bodybuilder and let him deal with it all. By lying to him I’ve buried her.” The more he rambled in thought the more Knox returned to his devious self.

“I can play the game as long as you can MILF. Sooner or later, I’m going to destroy your son and show him just how useless he is.” He recalled when Travis Herbert was dropped off at home by his teacher Chandra Mahkarti. The strange playful bond that they seemed to have, only made him all the more resentful. “That Indian bitch is smoking hot. Hell, even I lusted after her last year before I graduated. What does she find in Perbert that makes her so ... hell, I don’t know how to explain it. No way does a hot cunt like her like him. She has to be just finding sympathy for how he’s treated. Pryor did tell me that Chandra defends him a lot in class.” Neo Pryor had yet to send Knox the upskirt pics they took of her in class today. As tired as he was Neo, and his posse went straight home to crash. There was always tomorrow.

“Crap! Here comes that cunt with her Pitbull.” Daphne Dillman was out after dark walking Achilles. “If she wasn’t an MMA fighter, I’d sucker punch her too. My luck I’d get my ass kicked and humiliated worse than the day her and Belmont rescued Kelly Herbert from us. I better avoid her like the plague.” Switching directions, he let her move on before turning back. Going down another block he heard a car horn honking. Looking to the street he noticed a familiar ride slow up and roll his window down. “Bryan Mooney! Wassup, ole’ buddy?” A smile crossing his face he fist-bumped the mixed black and white young man. “What’s a Huskie doing sled dogging in my neighborhood?”

“Heading to your crib. I heard from some of my other hounds what you pulled off with your neighbor whore. I was itching to see her for myself.”

“Which whore?” He laughed.

“The cake bitch.”

“Ah, yeah! Perbert’s mommy.”

“Hop in, we can cruise to your house.”

“My dad is home with his stripper girlfriend. I almost fucked her earlier, but things got in the way.” Not even close! Things in the way yes, but Svetlana was not putting out to her Sugar Daddy’s son. Unless paid extra, then maybe! Winslow was already footing out 800 a day. Nope! Find your own whore son. “You should go to Cashanova and see who she is. Bitch be fine! Oh, wait!” He ran around Bryan’s car and hopped inside. Once settled he pulled out his cell and showed him video of Svetlana from a distance blowing his neighbor Darren Pope through a window in his house of all things. The blonde bitch was naked though.

“Nice! Yeah, I might need to swing by the club. I hear there’s a fine ass Asian chick I know, who dances there. She just got a job at Horton-Dexter as a coach.”

“My boys are slipping. I hadn’t heard about that.” Mainly because Jin Zellers hadn’t officially started coaching yet. Only the Nerd Herd had any real association to her at this point when she dropped by the gym just to introduce herself. Of course, at this hour she was overrun by the Nerds at Cashanova, breaking piggy banks and having a good ole’ time with the naked coach. Whore be theirs! Well, until the Jock Flock showed up. Their sushi now! She was making big money and getting quite familiar with her future students.

“Yeah, I remember her from school. Her baby sister is a dike but last I knew Zellers was straight.”

“Hold up! Does she know martial arts?”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck that cunt! She humiliated my ass at the Marquette game last Friday. I was hitting on a cheerleader and she ... fuck her!”

“Sorry man! I didn’t know.”

“All good! I’ll get revenge someday.”

“Show me the mommy.” Sounded like show me the money! Knox then turned to video and shared everything he had on Kelly Herbert. “Damn! You have that fine ass on a leash.” Not yet but soon enough. “Does she obey everything you say?”

“Hell, yes she does.”

“Prove it! I want laid.”

“Can’t be at my house, like I said my dad has the Russian over. I don’t want his slut to know what I’m doing with Perbert’s mom. If my dad found out, he’d kick me to the curb.” Speaking of curb, Bryan pulled away from his and circled around the block. Headlights locating Daphne Dillman and Achilles, Bryan whistled.

“Who be that?”

“MMA fighter! Don’t ask, she’s a cunt too. I think warrior bitches are like magnets to me. She was the one that ended my fun with Perbert’s mommy in that video of her masturbating on the sidewalk. You heard the dogs barking; her Pitbull was one of them.”

“Bad luck, huh!”

“Some days are better than others Bry. It’s still early yet, if you got time we can wait until Perbert goes to bed. After he’s out and my dad is done for the night, I can hook you up.”

“Got all night man. My girl Annette and I just broke up. I need something to forget her by.” Hearing that Knox sighed thinking of Lily. Fuck! Driving on around to Quaking Limbs Street Knox spotted Mace Belmont walking Piper Cherry’s Rottweiler Rotten.

“There’s another arch enemy. One of these days I’m destroying that fucker. I had to endure him fucking Lily earlier poolside.”

“No way! Dude! We’re both miserable tonight, aren’t we?”

“Pretty much! I’m done sulking over it. Everyone is the enemy these days.” He was tempted to bring up Sable and Dakota McKellen walking in their microkinis earlier but decided to withhold that info.

“Wait up! Is that guy the dude fucking his aunt?”

“Heard about that, huh?” It was inevitable when some of Bryan’s Huskie buddies had to brag. “Yeah, his aunt is hot as fuck too. No curtains or blinds I see her in action all the time. She’s a nudist.”

“I want to see that.”

“It’s early. There might be a chance. Bitch is a nympho.”

“Awesome!” Back around the block they ended up driving by a van outside the vacant home next to Kelly Herbert’s. Knox immediately spotted a middle age Hispanic couple looking through the windows.

“Looks like someone is finally interested in the Byerly house. That place has been up for sale for over a year since ole’ lady Byerly croaked.” Then he noticed a younger girl walk around from the side of the home. “Whoa! Who the fuck is that?” Ana Domingo was that! She had finally messaged Piper Cherry about getting the cellphone that Piper bought her. Replying back Piper told Ana her address and to drive by the house behind hers that had the Harsh Realty sale sign out front.

“She’s fire! Even in the dark. They can’t be seeing much in the house it’s pitch black.”

“Glad she’s trying though.”

“Wanna stop and say hi?”

“Naaa! That’s probably her parents. I don’t want a bad impression right off. If they buy the place, I’ll say hi then.”

“Gotcha! Are we stopping at your crib now?”

“Yeah! You can come upstairs and hang out until things get poppin’ in the hood. We just can’t get rowdy with my dad home.” Pulling up out front Bryan shut his car off and looked up at Knox’s balcony.

“Dude! Is that the Russian?” A lean over to glare up Knox saw her looking lost to the world, facing Piper’s home.

“Bitch thinks she owns the place. She just walks into my room without asking and she’s always butt ass naked.”

“Yeah, I’ll be going to Cashanova to see her and Zellers.” Bryan laughed.

“You’ll probably run into the bodybuilder too.”

“Bodybuilder? Is she hot?”

“She is a he. He hooks up with Perbert’s mommy. Her master! I just own her behind his back. Don’t be running your mouth about that. He finds out, its game over.”

“I hear you!”

“Perbert’s mom lives in that house. Looks like the idiot is still up.”

“We going up to your room? I want to see the Russian up close.”

“Be cool, just in case.”

“I will.” Leaving the car quietly the boys made it inside the Hardecker home. Finger of silence deployed Knox led Bryan upstairs and made certain his dad was out cold by listening at his door. Snoring loudly, it was pretty evident that was probably why Svetlana was still awake. But again, she normally danced at Cashanova at this hour. Day off! Weekends were her jam.

Stepping through his opened bedroom door in the dark, he and Bryan left her on the balcony, her silhouette gorgeous through his sheer curtains. Grabbing his stereo remote he made certain the volume was lowered before rocking out. Flipping songs in a rapid rotation until he settled on Dead World by the band Dope, he and Bryan watched Svetty begin dancing on his balcony. Playing it off as if he didn’t know she was out there they stood in the blackness of the bedroom watching her perform as if on stage. The music was just loud enough to comprehend so she deciphered it by the music itself. The anthem was pretty catchy.

Obviously well aware of at least Knox, she continued in her seductive hands in her hair stage show. The moon and a pole light out front gave her the spotlight. Even as the Domingo family decided to head on home from house snooping, the father Raoul looked over to see Svetty. Not knowing the neighbors, the man slowed down to mention how nice the other homes were. His wife looking out the passenger door at those homes across the street agreed. Ana seated behind her father spotted Svetlana and that her father had an eye on the blonde. Ana said nothing, she knew he would never be unfaithful. Eye candy at best but he certainly had a sweet tooth. Homeward bound!

“Dude! The Russian is awesome. She knows we’re here and keeps on dancing.”

“No! She knows I’m here and she keeps on dancing. We’ll wait here and see how long it takes her to come inside.”

“I’d love to cum inside her.”

“Yeah, well, not with my dad here. We act as if this isn’t happening. Just in case.”

“So, what happens when she walks in? You should go out there and smoke.”

“Not a bad idea! Fuck it, come on.” Knox drew a cigarette from his pack and tossed the rest on his desk over the note that Dudley Poole left with the license plate number for the Banfield twins. Lighter in hand, Knox opened the balcony’s swinging doors and acted surprised. “What the fuck are you doing out here?”

“What look like! Dance for handsome friend.” Without so much as a flinch of surprise she nudged past Knox and danced full frontal up on Bryan, arms around his neck. “Ignore Knoxious person. I make smile.”

“Fuck you Svetty!”

“Not this lifetime, possibly not next. Unless reincarnated into poodle.” She turned swiftly, her back to Bryan. Taking his hands, she brought them around her to palm her chest. Bryan was digging her bravado with Mister Hardecker not that far away. “Who be hunky friend?”

“Man, I love the accent. I’m Bryan. Bryan Mooney!”

“Rather have Mooney, than Moody.” She razzed Knox lighting his generic cancer stick.

“Funny as hell too. So, I hear you’re a stripper.”

“Dancer! Knoxious know this. Not like word stripper.”

“Get over yourself already.” Knox rolled his eyes exhaling smoke, “If you take your clothes off on stage then you’re a stripper.”

“Like song. Who and what!”

“Dope! Dead World, I think.” Ironic as how he felt dead and that his world was over earlier.

“Must make playlist for Svetty.”

“I don’t have to do shit for you.”

“Then no do shit for friend Mooney.” She stopped cold.

“Dude! Make her a list.” No way did Bryan want her to stop, his dick was in full swing, and she had been pressing her ass right into it. “Fuck it! I’ll make you one.” Song ending Knox took out his cellphone and activated his Spotify account. Tapping that into his stereo he overrode his remote and pocketed it. Playing an option, he chose a Hollywood Undead song called Whatever it Takes. Ironic as well, considering even he wanted her to keep dancing.

“How about that song? I’d turn it up, but I don’t want to wake dad.”

“Sugar Da Da fuck me hard. He no wake up until morning. Up volume!” Knox did turn it up with the remote in his pants pocket. It was a joint effort of devices. Still low but better to grasp she smiled. “Now resume dance. Add to list!” She ventured back into Bryan and guided him into the bedroom. In the darkness she walked him directly over to the bed. Falling back onto it Bryan was in awe of her dominating seduction. Knox remained outside for now to kill off his cigarette. Looking out across the yards he noticed Mace Belmont and Daphne Dillman walking toward Piper’s front door.

“No way! Now he’s going to fuck MMA. How does that fucker do it? Five fucking cheerleaders, the McKellen twins, Kelly Herbert, Odessa Bradley, his own fucking Aunt ... I hate to admit it but I envy him. I don’t even think he’s a player.” Lights on in Piper’s bedroom he now noticed Piper and Josie McKellen getting hammered by two guys. Binoculars in use he sighed, “Jesus! Jesse Manley and Bannon Walsh? Lucky bastards!”

Another song ending, Knox tried another selection. Carnevil by Darkcell had a decent beat. Svetty was straddling Bryan’s lap and gyrating her soaked pussy along his inseam. Leaning forward over him she let her shoulder length blonde hair tickle his face. Palming her breasts, she made his night. Black Sheep by Dorothy followed Darkcell, of this song Svetty could relate. She was a black sheep to her family over in Moscow now that she had adopted the United States.