Dating : Tits McGee — Chapter 5

Sam cut the engine and the Camaro’s powerful engine rumbled to a stop. She sat for a minute checking out the neighborhood. It was a far cry from the ones she usually had to go to find Bruiser’s skips. A pair of kid’s rode down the sideway by her on their bikes. A guy across the street was watering his lawn dressing in a pair of khaki’s and a golf shirt complete with loafers.

It had only been an hour since she’d gotten off the phone with Bruiser. He had told her it would be an easy assignment; DUI a driving under the influence case and the guy that had missed a court date. As she looked around the suburban neighborhood, Sam had the feeling that Bruiser would be right.

“Why would anyone in this neighborhood use a bail bondsman?” Sam muttered to herself as she took in the large executive homes lined up and down the street with their manicured lawns. In fact, the lawns were perfect, and the landscaping was far nicer than anything she’d seen in her own neighborhood.

When Bruiser had called her to give her the details, Sam had jumped at the chance to make some easy money. The job didn’t pay well, but it was something and Bruiser had guaranteed her it would be easy.

Lester Banks. DUI.

With a name like Lester how hard could it be? Sam thought to herself as she reached for the door handle leaving her Sig Sauer nine-millimeter in the glove box. She figured she wouldn’t be needing it.

Pushing the door open and stepping onto the street, Sam felt a little foolish as she shut the door and set the alarm. Unlike the neighborhoods she usually had to go to, the one she was in was one you hardly ever needed to lock your car. Still, Sam wished she had more to go on about Lester Banks than just Bruiser’s brief run down.

Bruiser had called to give her the details but couldn’t send her over a wrap sheet. His old-style flip phone couldn’t send email or even a text. Sam had chastised him for not joining the twenty-first century and get a smart phone like the rest of the world. Then, she had jokingly asked if he could fax it to her. He missed the joke and asked her if that was possible. Sam had taken that moment to hang up on him.

Sauntering onto the sidewalk, she watched the large house trying to size it up before determining the best way to approach Lester Banks. Out of sight of his wealthy neighbors, Sam finally decided as she picked up her pace. Bypassing the front walk, Sam opted for the back door as she turned up the driveway. An expense Porsche sat in front of the four-car garage out back. Peeking into the deep manicured backyard for any sign of Lester Banks, she returned to a side door.

Without the Sig Sauer, Sam felt almost naked as she knocked on the door. However, sometimes showing a gun could make a bad situation worse and the guy looked like he could afford a team of lawyers on staff ready to handle anything he complained about. Caution and openness would have to work.

It was too bad his lawyers hadn’t gone to his court date for him, Sam thought as she stepped up to the door.

Inside she could see a large kitchen with a huge island in the middle with a rack of shining stainless steel pots hanging over top. A large table occupied part of the opposite wall and the floor was tiled with what looked like expensive Italian marble. It was a kitchen, Sam dreamed about or had seen on television on one of those shows about the rich and famous.

Knocking, Sam waited as she looked around looked around at the neighborhood. A minute later, a man stepped to the door and Sam caught her breath as she turned back around. He was gorgeous.

“Can I help you?”

Sam found down her first impression of him but kept her eyes on him as she asked,” Lester Banks?”

The man trailed his eyes down her body taking her in her large double H breasts. Sam was dressed in her favorite pair of tight jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. It was her comfortable work uniform’ but it showed off her body nicely. Sam noted the look in his eye; she’d seen it before as his gaze lingered on her chest. Lester was going to make her job easy. He was a breast man.

“I’m Lester Banks.”

“Can I step inside and have a word with you?”

“Sure.” Sam could tell he didn’t think she was a threat as Lester backed away giving Sam room to brush past him but not too much. As she passed, her breast rubbed his thick arm.

She took in the kitchen to make sure they were alone and noted it was even nicer than it looked through the door. Her first apartment withLee could have fit inside the huge room.

Sam turned to face Lester and sized him up.

Tall and muscular, his ebony head was shaved clean, he had beautiful expressive eyes and his trim goatee had the start of salt to go with his pepper. All Sam knew about him was that he was a big-time corporate executive. With etched arms and thick legs, he looked like he could be a handful, but Sam guessed she wouldn’t have a problem. He didn’t seem the type. While strong, he also appeared to be gentle and possibly a little hen-pecked. She’d chopped down bigger trees than Lester Banks before.

Then her eyes settled on his mid-section and she noted the thick bulge in his perfectly pressed khakis. He was large in all the right places. Sam looked back and smiled slyly at him.

As she did, Lester’s eyes kept flashing down to her chest as he tried to sneak a peek at her assets as well. Sam had been there before and knew where things might go. Without a ring on his finger, Lester Banks was fair game for some fun before she took him in.

“What’s this about?”

“Maybe that can wait,” Sam replied.

“Until?”

“Until after you fuck me.” Lester’s eyebrows shot up at her bold statement then his face broke into a broad smile.

“Well this doesn’t happen every day. A beautiful woman shows up on my doorsteps offering to fuck me? What’s the catch?”

“No catch if your cock is as big as my tits.”

“Well your tits are impressive; to say the least,” Lester’s smile broadened even more as his eyes flashed down to her chest again. “And it is.”

“Well we’ll just have to see, won’t we?” Sam took a step toward him and slid her hand along the long length of the bulge in his trousers. He was thick as well as long.

“I can’t believe this,” Lester whispered as she stroked him.

“Believe it,” Sam replied as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him.

Unzipping his pants, she slid them down his muscular legs then she reached into his shorts and took out his cock. “Holy shit,” Sam whispered as she hefted his heavy manhood.

“Impressed?”

“Very.”

Long, thick and the color of rich chocolate, Sam wrapped her lips around the thick mushroom tip and thought for a fleeting instant of Tiffany waiting at home for her then wondered if fucking Lester was going to hurt.

Tiffany had been fucking her to exhaustion every night. The young woman was insatiable. The huge dildo that had been being rammed into Sam on an almost nightly basis was only slightly bigger than Lester’s cock. On her knees in front of Lester, she was sucking a real-life Shaq and the thought of it made her moan around the thick appendage as she thought of her girlfriend ramming the huge dildo into her.

Above her Lester was pulling off his shirt and she looked up at his ripped chest as she worked him in and out of her mouth. They made eye contact and he seemed to thicken in her mouth. Lester moaned as he caught her eyes then took her head in his hands to guide her.

“Damn, you’re good at this.”

Sam took his cock out of her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside of his immense shaft while looking up at him. “I’m good at a lot of things,” she finally told him as she gave his cock a final lick.

“Let’s find out.”

Lester helped her stand then worked his hands under her shirt. Pulling it over her head, he smiled down at the long line of cleavage that filled her bra. Sam helped him by reaching behind her and unsnapping the industrial strength triple clasp the pulled the bra from her. Her large double H breasts settled slightly lower; firm and heavy.

“Damn girl.”

As Lester gawked at her breasts and cupped them both in his hands, Sam worked her pants down her over her hips. Her breasts filled his large hands perfectly and as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, she gasped with a smile. The man knew what he was doing. Her panties were next as they slid down her legs and she shimmied out of them.

“Like what you see?”

“Damn you’re hot Girl.”

“I’m no girl; I’m fifty-four,” Sam replied sexily then leaned up to kiss his full lips.

“For any age,” he whispered back.

As her lips touched his, Lester’s cock pressed tight between her legs and Sam knew she was coating it with her juices. A few seconds later, he moved his cock aside and ran a large hand over her rectangle of downy hair and into her slit.

“You’re soaked.” His deep voice made her melt even more between her legs.

“Fuck me,” Sam replied as they began backing toward the table.

Lester easily picked her up and deposited her on the edge of the table. As he did, she leaned back, and he followed her to suck a hard, purple nipple between his full lips. Sam moaned as she cradled his bald head to her. His goatee scratched her breast as he sucked her nipple. Reaching between them, Lester worked his cock into her wet slit and ran the tip up and down it teasing her as he coated his mushroom shaped tip. Finding her opening, he slid easily into her as Sam moaned on the table. Any thought of Tiffany was momentarily pushed from her mind as Lester’s massive ebony cock impaled her.

“Fuck yes,” Sam growled low in her throat as he found the depth of her cunt and pain shot through her.

Lester was still sucking her nipple and she knew she had pegged him right as a breast man as he began thrusting into her never stopping his suction. Pleasure washed through her with the pain of his cock deep inside her. With a large nipple locked between his lips, his other hand was squeezing her free breast while his cock was filling her and stretching her open. Sam immediately began to hurt after being fucked by Tiffany and she cursed her own libido for getting the best of her as the soreness was now taking away from the real-life cock slamming into her. She should have taken a rest with Tiffany the night before. Still with Lester fucking her when Sam came, her orgasm was huge. He knew how to use what he had been given. Her orgasm pulsed through her as Lester raked his teeth over her nipple. When she arched her back off the table and cried out with her legs wrapped around his waist, she came violently. Lester pulled away and took her breasts in both his large hands as he started driving his cock into her.

“I love your tits,” he told her as he rammed his cock harder into Sam.

“I knew you would,” Sam gasped as his cock thrust punctuating each word. Her second orgasm hit her harder than the first as she cried out. “Fuck yes! Fuck me!” Her cries echoed off the walls of the expansive kitchen.

As her orgasm shattered her then died away, Sam’s soreness ramped up. Lester was stretching it to the limits much like Tiffany did with the strap-on dildo. By the time her orgasm subsided fully, she was grimacing as his cock rammed into her and looked down to see her pink stretched tight around his thick chocolate girth.

“You okay?”

“Fuck I’m sore.” Sam looked up and saw the concern in Lester’s eyes.

“That happens a lot with me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself too much. My girlfriend’s strap on is as big as you.”

“Holy shit. Serious? That’s so hot.”

“Guys are all alike,” Sam replied grunting as Lester punctuated her soreness by thrusting harder for a few strokes.

“My pussy needs a break. Finish in my ass,” Sam instructed as she pressed a hand against his hard abs to push him back.

“Will it fit?” Lester was having doubts.

“Just fuck my ass Big Man,” Sam ordered, and Lester shrugged.

She was starting to get the impression he was used to being ordered around in his house despite his high-powered job.

Pulling his cock out, Lester moved the tip lower as Sam reached both hands down beside her to pull her ass apart. As she did, Lester probed his large tip into her rectum and watched her as if waiting for her to change her mind. When Sam didn’t, he pressed firmly into her as she groaned. At least Tiffany hadn’t been in there with Shaq yet.

With Sam’s wetness drenching her, her tight ring was already slick. Lester pushed his slick tip into her, and Sam watched as his large cock disappeared inside her. The man was large; probably the largest she’d ever had in her ass, but it was the price she was willing to pay for how he was making her feel. When Lester grabbed her hips to hold her to him, he pushed slowly into her ass as Sam groaned. The pressure was intense. Sam reached between her legs and began tracing circles on her clit and moaned as pleasure shot through her.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Lester breathed as he sank his cock into her ass. Then he started thrusting with firm slow strokes.

Sam parted her lips as she gasped, and her orgasm started to build instantly. “Come with me. Fill my ass with cum,” she ordered.

Lester didn’t need to be told twice as Sam felt his cock thicken inside her. He was thrusting his cock roughly into her and Sam’s rectum was burning from the lack of lube and his thick girth. Despite the discomfort, her orgasm exploded through her as Lester released a thick stream of cum deep inside her ass and he groaned as he drained his balls. Sam spasmed on the table with his cock filling her as her breasts rocked painfully on top of her. Lester wasn’t holding anything back.

As her orgasm subsided, Sam cracked her eyes open to look up at Lester just as another face suddenly came into view over Lester’s shoulder. A second later, Lester was knocked out of the way and his still thrusting cock was ripped from Sam’s rectum sending pain shooting through her. Her hands flew to her aching mid-section and she started to roll to her side in agony. As she looked back up, a brown fist was flying toward her face.

“You fucking big-titted slut.” The fist connected with Sam’s jaw slamming her head painfully into the table. “Getting ass fucked on my table? By my fucking husband?” Another fist landed against Sam’s eye as pain exploded through her face.

The punches weren’t hard enough to do serious damage, but they were still painful and surprisingly accurate as Sam’s face began to throb.

Sam’s aching rectum still had her attention along with her now stinging face as another punch landed against her cheek.

“Baby. I can explain,” Lester pleaded as he held his cock a few feet away.

The woman turned Lester and sneered, “I’ll fucking deal with you in a minute.”

Another fist landed against Sam’s jaw pounding her head against the table. A second later, two surprisingly strong hands were grabbing at her breasts and Sam almost screamed as she was dragged off the table onto the floor.

As she landed with an ungraceful thud, Sam wondered how that pain would have felt a few minutes ago while she was climaxing. A little pain with her pleasure was always welcome. She’s learned that after Lee with a guy who was into BDSM. The thought was quickly erased as the woman loomed over top of her before she could get back up. A foot landing in her gut, knocked the wind out of Sam as she was rolled to her side moaning.

“Ever get your ass kicked while naked you fucking Cunt?” The angry black woman spat as she leaned over Sam and landed another punch square in Sam’s face as she looked up. “Cuz that’s what’s happening.”

Sam felt her face burning as the blows kept landing and she was unable to defend herself.

If it had been a man beating her, she’d have been already knocked unconscious. Sam had tangled with men far bigger than the woman wailing on her. Sam raised her foot and pushed the woman back across the kitchen then climbed to her feet. Her legs felt weak from the beating and her orgasms as the woman came at her again and hit her with two fast jabs that snapped Sam’s head back and backing her up to the refrigerator. They were followed by a hard-right cross. Sam saw stars. She was on the losing end as the woman kept landing accurate punches into her face. Sam tried to defend herself but for the first time in her life, her large breasts seemed to get in the way as they flailed about unfettered with each punch. Sam cursed wishing she wasn’t completely naked.

She caught a glimpse of Lester cringing each time, the woman’s fist landed in Sam’s face.

“Latisha, stop! Please!” Lester pleaded.

“Fuck no. This big-titted Cunt has to be taught a lesson about fucking someone else’s husband and I‘m going to do it!”

Lester’s wife was furious.

Sam had been stunned from the start of the fight with it being the last thing she expected after having an anal orgasm and Lester’s cock filling her. Another series of jabs landed in her face as she tried helplessly to defend herself. Each one rocked her head backwards and she felt blood starting to trickle from her nose. The punches were hard but not hard enough to knock her out or do any lasting damage but still the angry black woman had skills.

“I didn’t know he was married,” Sam hissed and saw blood mixed with her spittle as it flew from her swollen lips. She knew she was on the losing end of the fight, it was a rare occurrence.

For the first time, she saw her assailant. Latisha was as tall as Sam and trim. She was wearing stylish shorts and tank top that showed off her ripped arms and legs. The woman obviously spent hours at the gym. Her highlighted thin braids were tied back in an expensive gold clip. She was gorgeous and Sam thought she’d be attracted to the woman if she wasn’t sneering at her and kicking her ass.

As Sam finally raised her arms to defend herself, her bare breasts brushed her elbows and she cursed herself again for being naked. She saw Latisha coming at her in a well-practiced fighter’s stance as she ducked and weaved toward Sam. Sam took another blow to her chin that snapped her teeth together then deflected a right cross that might have done some real damage if it had connected. The other woman knew how to fight.

As she deflected the blow, Sam hit Latisha with a hard shot square to the face knocking the woman back as Latisha’s head snapped back and blood began to flow from her nose.

“Oh, you want to go Cunt?” Latisha seethed as she dropped her hands and motioned to Sam to come get her.

“I’ve had enough,” Sam spat as she squared her shoulders aware of what she must look like completely naked and panting from pain and exertion.

“I’ll fucking tell you when you’ve had enough, you big-titted old slut. I can’t believe my husband was fucking you someone like you.” Latisha sneered as she waded back intent on landing a knock-out blow.

“Not what I meant,” Sam told her as she fainted right and prepped for the fist coming at her.

Sam blocked the punch then ducked another before landing her fist straight into Latisha’s beautiful face. She saw the woman’s lip split open.

The shocked look on Latisha’s face told Sam everything she needed to know. She’d seen it before. It was surprise. Sam followed it up with a right cross that rocked Latisha back.

“I know how to fight too bitch,” Sam growled as advanced.

The other woman was quickly on the defensive as Sam waded in and started raining accurate blows to Latisha’s face that snapped her head to the side then got in a couple of hard body shots that landed with a woomph in Latisha’s mid-section knocking the air out of her. Sam moved in again and landed several jabs directly in Latisha’ face bloodying her nose even more followed by an upper cut that snapped Latisha’s head back and sent her reeling backwards.

Through it all, Sam’s bare breasts bounced painfully with each punch she threw and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shocked expression on Lester’s face as Sam started winning the fight against his wife. He hadn’t moved an inch and seemed scared to do so as he stood covering his mouth with his hand flinching with each blow that landed.

Sam landed another series of blows to Latisha’s face. The woman wasn’t going down easily but Sam saw her knees buckling. With each punch, Latisha’s head snapped back, and Sam began to see the other woman’s eyes lose focus. Fainting with her left, Sam delivered a devastating right cross to Latisha’s jaw dropping her to the floor in a crumpled heap.

“Lights out bitch,” Sam spat as she hovered over the prone woman. Latisha twitched a few times after face planting on the Italian marble then lay there moaning with her arms and legs splayed out.

Lester looked on in awe, “Ohhhhh! Shit!” He cringed as he watched his wife hit the floor unconscious. Latisha didn’t move. Blood coated her chin from a split lower lip and her nose. Her eye was already turning dark purple and swollen shut.

He looked up at Sam, “Damn, you kicked her ass.”

He knelt down by Latisha and pushed a braid back from her face that had come loose from the gold clip holding her hair back. “You okay Baby? Baby?” Then he looked up at Sam. She stood over the couple still naked, bloodied and bruised and ready in case Latisha somehow managed to get back up. “She okay?”

“She’ll be fine in a few minutes. She’ll just have a headache and whole lot of fucking pain when she wakes up. Getting your ass kicked is no fun.” Sam replied as she finally dropped her hands and again became aware that she was completely naked. She knew the picture she must be presenting.

Lester stood up. “I can’t believe you just did that. She’s a boxer. Just went pro. Ten and oh perfect record. Her next fight is Saturday. You just totally kicked her ass.”

“Tell her to keep training. She’s got good hands but not enough strength. I’ve fought a lot tougher, but they were mostly men.” Sam pushed her hair back and saw Lester’s eyes watching her breasts move as she did. Her nipples danced seductively as she dropped her arms and shook her head at him.

“Besides, It’s a good lesson. It’ll do her good to learn what it feels like to get her ass knocked the fuck out,” Sam told him with her fists planted on her hips Looking down at the unconscious woman. She realized that Latisha wouldn’t be getting up any time soon and began to relax.

“Shit. That was brutal,” Lester told her as he looked back down at his wife sprawled on the floor.

“There’s no fury like a scorned woman finding her man fucking another woman in the ass,” Sam told Lester as she reached for her clothes.

Rubbing her hands one last time across her aching nipples, Sam saw that they were a deeper shade of purple than normal after Latisha hauling her off the table by them.

“Holy fuck,” Lester replied as he watched Sam dress. “I still can’t believe any of this.

“Holy fuck, indeed. Now let’s get back to business.” Sam pulled out her handcuffs and held them toward Lester. “Let’s get these on.”

“What the fuck? You’re a fucking cop? Your arresting her for attacking you? That hardly seems fair?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “No. I’m a bounty hunter and I’m here for you.”

The blank expression on Lester’s face was priceless as Sam stepped toward him. He was clearly confused. “But?”

“But nothing. Give me your hands or I’ll do to you what I did to wifey down there.”

“But?” Lester repeated as he tried to figure out what was happening.

“Get dressed,” Sam ordered.

Lester complied and Sam watched him tuck his cock away as he pulled his shorts. It would be the last time she saw his monster cock or felt it inside her and decided to rename Shaq in Lester’s honor. Latisha moaned on the floor and stirred as Lester dressed.

“Ready?” Sam asked.

Lester agreed as he held his hands out to Sam then she turned him around to cuff them behind his back. Latisha moaned louder, moved a little then settled back on the floor. Her swollen lips were pressed into a pool of her blood.

Sam looked down at the woman sprawled across the floor on her stomach as she moaned. “Nice ass. Too bad she wasn’t here sooner. Been fun to fuck you both.”

“Who are you?” Lester asked as he shoved his feet into his loafers.

“Samantha McGee. My friends call me Tits. Seeing how you just fucked my ass, I guess you fall into that category.”

“Tits McGee?” Lester’s eyebrows arched upward.

Latisha moaning louder on the floor made them both look down. Her face was pressed in a pool of blood on the expensive Italian marble.

“Yep. Tits McGee. I work for Bruiser.”

“Oh shit, I should have known by the way you handled yourself.”

Sam dismissed him. “By the way, how’d you get hooked up with Bruiser for your DUI?” She asked as she grabbed Lester’s arm.

“He was there when I was going into court and asked if I wanted help. I’d never been arrested before and wanted to keep it quiet, so I said yes.”

“And then you missed court date?”

“I was in Tokyo on business. I didn’t have it on my calendar cuz I didn’t want my assistant to know I got arrested. Guess it was stupid pride.”

Sam led him toward the door.

“Why not just send your lawyer? Guys like you probably has one on retainer.”

“I use our corporate attorney. I didn’t want him to know either.”

“Figures.” Sam shook her head sadly. The entire situation could have been avoided.

Sam closed the door behind them then led him up the driveway. There was a new car in the driveway; an expensive Mercedes SUV. Sam could see a child moving in the back seat.

“Who’s that?”

“Oh Shit, Antoine,” Lester stopped when he saw the child in the back seat waving at him from his booster seat.

“Your kid?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit.” Sam looked around for a minute as her determining her next course of action then stepped behind Lester and unlocked the cuffs so the child couldn’t see.

“Go take care of your kid. When your wife wakes up and she has her senses, meet me at the police precinct.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Now you’re getting it.” Sam tucked the cuffs in her back pocket out of sight while Lester rubbed his wrists. “If she tries that shit again, I’ll fucking put her in the hospital.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“I mean it. If you don’t show up, I’ll be back, and I’ll kick your ass then I’ll kick Wifey’s ass again. Kid or no kid. Got it?”

“I got it.” Lester as nodding his head fervently and Sam registered the fear in his eyes.

“Go take care of Antoine.” Lester stepped to the back of the SUV, but Sam stopped him before he opened the back door.

“Hey. Why did you fuck me? You’re married and Latisha’s looks pretty hot. From what I could see when she wasn’t using me for a punching bag. I’d fuck her.”

Lester’s shoulders sagged and he gave her an embarrassed grin. “It was your tits. They’re fucking huge. It’s not often I have a beautiful woman knock on my door then wants me to fuck her. It seemed like out of a porno and I couldn’t pass it up.”

Sam shook her head as she walked away. “Guys are all the same. Take care of your kid Lester.” She was halfway to the Camaro then turned back. “I’ll expect to see you in a couple of hours.”

“Thanks Tits. I’ll be there.”

“Now you really are getting it.”

As Sam opened the driver’s door, she looked back at Lester taking his son out of the car then shook her head again knowing she had probably just busted up a family. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like she’d gone ten rounds with Mohammed Ali. Her face was red from the woman’s fist slamming into it repeatedly. Latisha had skills and fast hands. She could have done some damage if she had more strength behind her punches.

Sam knew she’d have some light bruising over the next couple of days and she dug a napkin from the glove box to dab at the dried blood under her nose and winced.

“Can’t believe I almost got my ass kicked by a girl,” Sam told her reflection then started the car and pulled away from the curb.

Three hours later, she leaned against the brink wall. The building housed the local police precinct. Several cops walked past and looked at her twice wondering if her bruises were from a domestic dispute . Only one stopped to ask to see if she needed help and she waved him off.

When the Mercedes SUV pulled up to the curb,Sam pushed off the wall and walked toward the big car. She saw Latisha behind the wheel and as she approached the woman unbuckled her seat belt and pushed the door open. Sam tensed as she waited for round two. Shed been dreading that possibility. IN the hours sinche she had left Lester, the right side of her face had swelled. Her swollen lip was tender and bruised along wit her eye. Still she could see from both eyes and what she saw made her stop.

Latisha closed her door and stood on the toher side of the car keeping the SUV between her and Sam. The other woman looked like she’d been pummeled by Mike Tyson. Her entre mouth was swollen along with the right side of her face that was an angry pruple color. Latisha’s eye was swollen completely shut.

“Dman. I fucked you up,” Sam told her as Lester climbed out of the passenger seat.

“Neevr happened before. You got skills.”

“So, do you. A little more strength behind those punches and you’d have had me.” Sam told her with a smile and saw Latisha unclench her fist.

“I had to cancel my fight for this weekend because of you. I won’t get cleared looking like this. Plus I think you loosened a tooth.”

“Sorry about that. And sorry about fucking Lester. I didn’t know he was married and he never said anything. I never would of if I had known about you and Antoine.”

Several beats passed as Latisha nodded and mulled over what Sam was telling her. “Apology accepted.”

Lester was watching the two women make up of sorts as they face each other across the hood of the car.

“Can we get inside before someone sees us?”

“I’m not talking with Latisha yet. Shut up,” Sam barked at him and watched Lester cower away. She winked at Latisha who smiled at her.

“He’ll probably be held over night. You’ll be able to pick him up in the morning. Court usually starts at nine.”

“That’ll be the last thing I do for him,” Latisha told her. “I’m calling my attorney in the morning to file for divorce. You’re not the first who — — ,” Latisha stopped and corrected herself when she saw Sam arch her eyebrows at her. “Woman he’s fucked behind my back.”

“Sounds like a good move then,” Sam replied. “When it’s all done give me a call.” She pulled out a business card and slid it across the hood to Latisha. The black woman picked it up.

“Sam McGee. At least now I know who kicked my ass and gave me my first loss. And in my kitchen no less.”

“I can be a lot of firsts for you,” Sam told her. “Call me when you’re free of Lester here. You got an awesome ass. I’d eat that all day long.”

Latisha smile then winced as he touched her bruised face. “I might take you up on that. For what I saw and felt, your tits are amazing. They’re fucking firm as hell Sam.”

“My friends call me Tits.”

“They’re huge too Tits.”

“Call me when Lester’s out of your life and you can taste them. Til then much respect. You almost beat me.”

Sam shot Lester a derisive look as he watched the exchange in shock. “Let’s get you inside.”

“I’ll be calling you Tits,” Latisha called after them.

“I can’t believe this,” Lester said sadly as they walked into the precinct.

“Believe it. If Latisha fucks like she fights, it’ll be a wild time.”

“Believe me, she does. But I won’t know anymore,” Lester replied as Sam held the door for him and led him into to be processed in.