Free The Ride by Jaci J

Low's office. Pushing open the door I find her. What a fucking sight I find.
                Lil's sitting on the floor, legs spread wide. Hair a fucking mess, lopsided on her head. I can see her side profile. What the fuck happened to her clothes? Black bra and black panties is all she's wearing. Fucking hot. Jesus Christ now I'm fucking hard. She's the picture of perfection. The best part of this whole fucking thing is the pile of guns she's sitting around. One gun in her hand, a nine millimeter. Crazy bitch, beautifully crazy. Turning her head towards me she smiles widely. Eyes a little red, but still bright. Jesus Christ. “Hey Tank,” she says her voice rough and gavel. “What the hell you doin'?” I ask her, because I'll be damned if I can figure it out myself. Looking around the mess of guns, down at herself, and back up and me she laughs. She is crazy, and I fucking love it. Patting the floor next to her she smiles again. Like the bitch I've become I sit my ass down next to her. “Seriously baby what are ya doin'?” Picking up a Glock I look it over. Holding up a kit she shrugs sheepishly. She's filing the guns. Fucking hell. Low's got her filing off serial numbers. “You shouldn't be doin' that shit.” Taking the shit and gun from her I set it down. Bad, bad fucking idea Low. Isn't that the prospects fucking job anyway? Not his God damn daughter. “He didn't ask me. I just know how it works. Y'all have been busy.” Pile of weapons and my eyes are only on her. Such a good little criminal she is. Looking her body over I can't help myself. There isn't a thing flawed on her perfect little body. She catches me looking and I don't fucking care. At this point it doesn't matter. She's a beautiful bitch and hell I've got a dick. “The naked bitch in your bed? And what the hell happened to your clothes?” I continue trying to figure this girl out. Shrugging she stands up. Giving me a good eye full. Fuck me, well more like fuck her. “A rough night,” she quips. The devil in those eyes. Help me Jesus.
                Fallowing her into the kitchen she jumps onto the counter. Still damn near naked. The back door slams open. In walks Gin. Boots clomping on the wood floor. I all but throw myself over her body. This motherfucker does not need to see her without any damn clothes. Looking between her and I, he chuckles. Shrugging her lack of clothing off he leans himself against the counter. His big ol' grin says this isn't his first time seeing her like this. “Well shit. I'm havin' these flash backs to the night of the barbeque,” Gin laughs teasing Lil. Groaning she flops her head into my back. Her body on mine hits me straight in the stomach. I'm dying to put my hands all over her. “Shut the fuck up Gin,” she grumbles into my back. I can feel the heat of her body on me. What the hell? I'm getting a bad feeling about this shit. “Baby,” Peaches shrieks running down the stairs, throwing her naked body all over Gin. Catching her mid jump he cops a feel of her ass. Well I guess she didn't find her clothes. Crawling off Gin Peaches settles herself next to Lil on the counter. That girl has never been one for clothes. I'm pretty sure I've seen her naked as much as Gin has and she don't belong to me. He doesn’t seem to fucking care though. Looking at the two of them I can't help the smirk. Lil and Peaches now there's a fucking combo. Peaches is hot don't get me wrong. Long curly black hair, green eyes. Nice body. But it's Lil for Christ sake. Lil is a fucking sight. God damn gorgeous. Long dark brown hair you want to wrap your hands in. Deep brown eyes drawing you in. Perfect lips. Flawless skin. Big ass tits. Ass for days. Those thighs you just want wrapped around your head. Yeah she's pretty much perfect. Lil sits there innocently, bra and panties. Peaches, panties only. What the fuck did these two do last night? “Peaches you have too much fun without me last night?” Gin grins like an idiot.