Free A Grim Mistake by Marc J. Riley Page A

g-a-y! And while he doesn’t advertise it, even here in liberal LA, it was easy enough to pick up on the first time I met him.
     
    Besides, he never checked out my ass, and I have a great ass if I do say so myself.
     
    Emilie shook her head clear of these thoughts as she turned left down Santa Monica Boulevard and made her way to the pier parking lot. Forking out a ten-spot for parking, grabbing her ostrich-skin clutch, and hiking over to Bubba Gump’s she spotted Kaori before she saw Stephanie.
     
    Kaori is Japanese. She’d come over from Japan five years ago for a fashion internship. She spoke flawless English along with French, Russian, and, of course, Japanese. For an Asian she was tall at five-foot-eight. Long coarse dark hair hung below her shoulders with a dark purple streak highlighting the left side. Slender, Kaori ate everything she could get without adding an ounce of weight to her supple figure.
     
    Tonight she sported four-inch wedge sandals, white shorts cut high on the thigh and black tee top that fit her like a second skin revealing small but perfect tits.
     
    Stephanie had the same dark hair but kept it cut short. In her flats she stood as tall as Kaori at just about six-foot. Her loose floral sundress hung in golden folds doing little to hide the voluptuous figure underneath. She was an Amazon in both size and demeanor. She was a fierce defender of her friends and family and a fiercer lover to the many men that wandered in and out of her life.
     
    Emilie hurried up to the pair giving them each a hug.
     
    “Here,” Kaori offered, “we got you a drink to get you started,” handing over a tall cup filled with a colorful slushy fluid.
     
    “Thank God!”
     
    Slamming back a good jolt of the icy rum concoction Emilie, determined to have a good time and blow off some steam, raised her fist and gave a good country “Whoooo!” as the rum warmed her throat.
     
    “Let’s Go!” She shouted, grabbing Kaori by the arm and turning down the pier. The rollercoaster thundered overhead as the striating lights on the Ferris wheel lit up the night.
     
     
     
    Denny Brice watched the trio from his viewpoint in the arcade hidden from view by the tourists wandering aimlessly around like the cattle they were.
     
    Once again his eyes were drawn to the slender blonde’s round ass as she sashayed down the boardwalk swinging her hips like a courtesan.
     
    “Damn, that ass” Denny Brice thought. It was the first thing he had noticed about the girl when she had come to work at his firm. And that’s the way he thought of it: his firm. Sure, he was just the newest partner, but what Denny Brice wanted, Denny Brice got…no matter what.
     
    What he wanted now was that luscious ass swinging its way down the pier. He’d wanted it since that first day he’d seen her walking through the parking garage wearing that tight pale pink suit-skirt. Her high heels clicked on the pavement in time to the throbbing ache growing in his cock as he had watched her get on the elevator.
     
    Denny Brice knew women.
     
    He knew that if he approached her like any other man she would just shoot him down. Smart, aggressive, educated women like that would never fall for the usual pickup lines.
     
    No, if he were going to win this battle he would have to use something special. And what Denny Brice wanted most of all was to win…at all costs.
     
    He began forming his plan when he overheard the woman discussing her Friday night plans with that Associate Kevin. Once he knew she was going to the Santa Monica pier his thoughts had immediately gone to a man he knew that worked the pier as a street magician.
     
    Alexander Grimm was no common magician. The man had real talent. If he ever got ambitious he could headline at any Vegas casino he wanted.
     
    Instead he spent most of his time drunk, which is why he owed Denny Brice a big favor. Denny Brice had represented him a few years ago when Grimm had been an up-and-comer; gotten him a