Gettin' Buck Wild: Sex Chronicles II

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Authors: Zane
like catering would be better. Then there was my nightclub idea. I asked around about it, and people scared the shit out of me when they started talking about kickbacks for liquor licenses and payoffs to the mob so they wouldn’t set your place on fire in the middle of the night. No, thank you, I said. That would not be the move.
    Much to my dismay, class ended too soon. I was enjoying checking out Thomas Phillips. I lingered for a minute as people poured out of the classroom, hoping that he would mosey on over my way and holler at a sister. It didn’t happen, though. He got bum-rushed by these two women who looked like they were my age when my mother was born. What a damn shame it was that they were throwing themselves at him like that. He was surely older than me—probably in his mid-thirties—but he was young enough to be one of their offspring.
    I gave up and walked on out to my car, Nicki. I called the Pontiac that because it was banged up with nicks all over the hood and trunk. There wasn’t a single mark on the sides of the car, but the top of it looked like someone had just taken a knife and tried to punch holes in it.
    I got in and tried to start the engine, but it just pooted and died.
    “Shit, not now!” I screamed at myself.
    It was the dead of winter. At least, what you would call the dead of winter in Kansas. Every time it got cold, Nicki would start tripping. I popped the hood and got out to get a bomber jacket out of my trunk.
    I decided to try again to get Nicki started. If I failed, I planned to head back inside and see if the professor was still around. I didn’t seek him out for help at first because I hated the thought of listening to his mouth if he had to assist me with my car. But I had no intention of spending the night out there in the middle of the parking lot.
    There were a few cars still scattered around, and I wondered if one of them belonged to Thomas Phillips. He seemed like a sports car kind of brother. There was a BMW Z3 in the corner slot, and I pegged that one to be his. Start-up company or not, the brother was dressed in some serious gear and carried himself like he had some sense.
    I turned to get back in my car, and there he was, standing so close to me that I could see his eyelashes.
    “Having car trouble?” he asked in his sexy-ass voice.
    “Actually, I am. Stupid thing won’t start,” I replied.
    “Would you like me to take a look?”
    “I’d appreciate that.”
    “Not a problem.”
    We gazed in each other’s eyes, and it was definitely a heated moment. In fact, I wanted to jump his bones. Finally, he broke the stare and chuckled.
    “Mind popping the hood?”
    I giggled. “Oops, I guess that would help.”
    “Tremendously.”
    I opened my door and reached down to disengage the hood.
    “Wow, look at all these dents on your hood,” he commented as he lifted it. “Were you caught in a hailstorm someplace or something?”
    I was so embarrassed. “No, I don’t know what it is, but my car seems to get nicked all over the hood and trunk for some reason.”
    “Just a stroke of bad luck, I guess.”
    I stood beside him as he bent over the hood. Damn, what an ass!
    “What was your name again?” he asked.
    I started to cop an attitude but recognized that my name was not exactly a common one. Peeps often had to hear it a few times before they caught on.
    “Shameika Zales.”
    “Aw, that’s right. I’m Thomas Phillips.”
    “I remember,” I said seductively and licked my lips, even though he couldn’t see them.
    “You’re interested in technology, right?”
    “Oh, yeah, very interested,” I lied again.
    “Cool. Maybe I can show you around my operation sometime.”
    “Or maybe you can just operate on me.”
    He stood erect and faced me. “Excuse me?”
    I lowered my eyes to the ground. “Damn, did I say that out loud?”
    He chuckled. “Yes, you did, but it’s cool. I like aggressive women.”
    I was up to that challenge and did something totally out of

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