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Street Smarts|Fuck buddies|Relationships

Bull by the Horns Chapter Two: Understanding the Rules.

There are rules to follow in everything we do, and understanding them keeps you out of unwanted situations.

It had been two months since I moved in with Chelsea; my friend’s mother and I started to notice a few things about Chelsea that I hadn’t noticed before, which were beginning to concern me.

The first thing was that Chelsea was a drinker, not a few glasses of wine after dinner. I mean a few shots and some mixed drinks. She had a liquor cabinet that rivaled some bars.

She had bought all kinds of liquor bottles from all over the world, and most of them were full. When one was emptied, four took its place.

When Chelsea drank, she would go online and flirt heavily with guys from all over the country. I didn’t see anything, but I could hear her flirting and laughing, combining that with the hard clicks of her long nails tapping away at the keyboard. I was sure she had many online friends.

Chelsea also worked from home, so she was constantly in her office with the door closed. This was good for me because I hooked my game console to the big screen in the living room, and she didn’t mind at all.

Rick and Dahlia came by now and then to see Chelsea, mainly to ask for money. I was always happy when Chelsea made them work for it or flat-out denied them. It wasn’t her fault they were spending more money than they earned.

They moved out of the apartment shortly after I did, and they were now renting a condo downtown. It was very expensive. In our talks, they hadn’t expected to pay for parking and everything else that came with living downtown.

On the other hand, I was living rent-free. I tried to help with the bills, but Chelsea didn’t have any of it.

Chelsea wanted no compensation as long as I helped her around the house, which meant I saved a ton of money. Plus, I was able to quit my job in the mail room and now worked at a nightclub as a bouncer, which I loved.

I had always been a night owl, so the job was perfect.

The funny thing was I didn’t even have to interview for the job. I just walked in, and the boss looked at me and said I was hired.

Being six-eight and muscular had its advantages. I wasn’t one of those big bodybuilders, but I was muscle-toned, as I liked to say. I worked out to stay in shape and toned.

I liked my defined muscles, but I didn’t go overboard. I wasn’t going for the colossal look, but I loved looking in the mirror and seeing every muscle without flexing.

Chelsea loved that I could lift things easily, so when she vacuumed the living room, I would move everything around so she could clean under it.

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The best thing about my life’s new direction was my job. I loved it. Now that I was single again and looking the way I did, I got many looks from the female workers and some of the women who came to the club.

There was one in particular, one of the club’s dancers. We paid a few men and women to dance most of the night on the dance floor, so it always looked like people were dancing.

One of those dancers was Nadine. She was perfect from head to toe. She had dark black hair and dark skin. Like me, she worked on her body, which showed whenever she wore provocative clothing.

Unlike me, she was a vegetarian, so how she kept her figure without eating meat was a mystery I was willing to solve.

“Hey Chris,” Nadine said as I made my rounds around the club.

“Nadine,” I nodded.

The club had a strict rule. We weren’t supposed to have relations with each other. So, I had to pretend I wasn’t interested in her.

Nadine also pretended she wasn’t interested in me, but the attraction was there for everyone to see. We were always eyeing each other, and it was just a matter of time before our bodies collided.

I stood in the far corner of the club, watching through the crowd as Nadine danced. Her whole body was sculpted perfectly from her medium-sized breasts trapped in that sports bra with glitter all over it to her toned stomach down to her slim but perfectly sized hips. Top all of that off with a nice ass with long legs. She was perfect on the dance floor.

“See you guys later,” I said as we closed the club.

I saw Nadine in the far corner of the parking lot.

“Everything okay?” I asked as I looked around.

“Car won’t start,” Nadine said with her coat wrapped around her.

“Everything okay over here?” one of our shift managers asked.

“Yeah, my car won’t start, but I think Chris has it handled,” Nadine said in a tone.

“Yeah, I got it,” I nodded.

“Okay, don’t stay out here too late,” he told us as he looked around.

I knew this neighborhood. No one was looking to jack anybody or get into trouble.

The main problems in this neighborhood were car theft and a few break-ins, but no one got hurt. Now, I wouldn’t even be standing outside after dark a few blocks down.

I looked under the hood and saw nothing wrong, but I knew nothing about cars. The only thing I knew about cars was that if someone was stupid enough to leave their vehicle running, I would take it for a joy ride. I never stole a car; I always parked it near where I found it.

“Think everyone is gone now,” Nadine said as she reached in and moved another wire.

“What?” I asked.

“Had to get you alone somehow, right?” Nadine grinned.

Nadine closed the hood and stared at me as she opened her long jacket.

“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed as I stared at a purple lingerie set that revealed Nadine’s perfection. I loved how the purple color looked on her black skin.

What happened next would make a great scene on one of those porn-streaming web pages. We got into the back seat of Nadine’s car and started fucking.

There was no lead-up, no foreplay, just two bodies smacking against each other.

I couldn’t believe I finally got to fuck her tight body as I looked down at her. I was glad I had a rubber in my pocket.

I fucked Nadine hard and deep. Her car was smaller than mine, but we made it work. I sucked on her dark nipples as her legs wrapped around me.

I could feel her whole vehicle bounce around as I fucked Nadine hard.

I pushed my protected cock into her and watched as Nadine’s eyes widened every time I pushed my cock deep into her.

‘Damn,’ I thought, as it had been a long while since I had gotten any.

It felt damn good to be balls-deep in some good pussy again. With each thrust, the small car reacted by shifting back and forth or side to side.

‘Fuck yes!’ I growled as I came. Thanking the condom gods for letting me have one in my pocket.

Nadine smiled and waved at me as I walked to my car after we finished.

She said we could go again, but I only had one condom, and I was about to go bare in someone like Nadine.

I smiled as I watched her car drive off. I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time I would tap her fine ass as I got in my car and went home.

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It didn’t take long for me to get my answer.

“Fuck yes!” Nadine yelled as I fucked her from behind in the ladies bathroom. A few nights later. It was after hours, and most of the people were gone.

I reached forward and put my hand over her mouth.

I loved fucking this woman, but she had a loudmouth. Watching her perfectly shaped ass bounce off me as I fucked her hard and pulled on her arms was the highlight of my night, but if we got caught, we would both be fired. Even though I loved a good fuck, I liked an awesome paycheck better.

I knew Nadine had a boyfriend. I had seen him come to the club a couple of times. He always came with some friends who tried to look hard and acted like they were the best thing since sliced bread.

I knew the type. They were all mouth, no bite. If anyone tried them or stepped up to them, they would run and hide faster than you could flick your fingers.

That’s why I always used protection. The way his friends smiled and talked to Nadine and her friends. I knew she wasn’t just cheating on him with me.

I was sure she had at least two other guys she was fucking. That’s why whenever Nadine said I didn’t have to use protection and that she was safe, and it was okay to cum in her. I always said no. I knew it was better to be safe than sorry.

Something the streets taught me well, no matter the situation, to be ready for the worst.

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“Another late night,” Chelsea said as I descended the stairs.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

I fucked Nadine and one of her friends after work.

Bernadette was one of the other dancers, and after everyone left, the three of us snuck around to the back.

I had never had a threesome before, but I liked watching the two of them suck my cock.

I wasn’t too much into Bernadette as I hated the long fake nails she had, and even though Nadine had extensions in her hair, Bernadette’s fake blonde hair threw me off.

Also, the way Bernadette presented herself was just too much. But getting laid was getting laid. Plus, she was good at sucking my dick, so I wasn’t about to turn her down.

I knew they were trying to fool me into getting them pregnant, but I wasn’t falling for that shit.

“You look like shit,” Chelsea said as I ate breakfast at the table.

Chelsea loved to cook, and I loved to eat.

“Yeah, I bet I do,” I replied.

It had been a long few weeks. Putting in long hours at work and then at the gym was taking a toll, but I loved the feeling of being sore all over. Yesterday was leg day, and last night made my legs even more sore.

“Maybe you should lay off fucking those bitches at work,” Chelsea said as she moved to the counter.

“What?” I asked as I coughed on my food.

“I was married, remember? Plus, I had four older brothers,” Chelsea explained as she turned to face me. “I know the look of a man after he has had sex.”

As she looked at me, I didn’t know what to say. “You better be using protection,” Chelsea stared at me as she turned around to clean the dishes.

“Of course,” I said.

“Good, some of these women aren’t good women, they just want a good guy like you to knock them up so they can stop working,” Chelsea said.

“Believe me I know,” I nodded. “I am keeping it wrapped up.”

“Good,” Chelsea said. “Rick should learn from you.”

I nearly spat out my food.

“Dahlia’s pregnant?” I asked.

“Yup,” Chelsea said.

I knew Dahlia loved unprotected sex; she loved the feeling of a dick spasming inside her as it shot cum inside her.

“Idiot,” I shook my head.

I had done it once and never again. Even though I loved Dahlia at the time, I knew I wasn’t ready to be a father.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew Nadine was trying to get me nailed down. Her street urchin of a boyfriend wouldn’t get her anywhere, so she wanted me to knock her up, and then she would have it made.

Right now, I was along for the ride when it ended, it ended.

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When I was right, I was right.

I laughed as I saw Nadine dancing with one of the other patrons. He was a well-dressed, tall black man with an expensive watch around his wrist, and his clothes and shoes looked just as costly or more. Nadine’s hands were all over him.

I knew I had been replaced right away as she didn’t even look my way once during the night. I was right at the end of the night Nadine left with him, even before the neon lights outside were turned off.

‘Poor guy,’ I thought as I watched them leave.

He undoubtedly thought he had hit the jackpot with a fine girl like Nadine in his arms. Tonight, he would be balls deep inside her without protection, and if luck were on her side, she would get pregnant.

That was the rule of the streets, always preparing for the worst, and when something seemed too good to be true, then most of the time it was, and you should run.

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“You came in early last night,” Chelsea said as we ate breakfast.

“Yeah, the rides over,” I shrugged.

“Was it good at least?” Chelsea asked.

“I have had better, but beggars can’t be choosers, right?” I smiled.

“True,” Chelsea grinned. “Speaking of which, I have a male friend coming over tomorrow night,” she said as she got up.

“One of those internet friends?” I asked.

“How did you know?” Chelsea asked.

“Just a guess,” I shrugged as I put my dishes in the sink. “So, you want me out of the house.”

“Exactly!” Chelsea said.

“Not a problem,” I nodded. “I can get a hotel room for the night.”

“Thanks,” Chelsea said. “It’s been a while, and a woman has needs.”

“Too much information,” I said, shaking my head.

“You know me, I will say what I want to say,” Chelsea smiled.

“Yup, that’s true.”

We laughed for a bit before I went back up to my bed.

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