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  It’s Always the

  Pretty Ones

  A Novella by

  Vonda Howard

  It’s Always the Pretty Ones…

  Copyright © 2008 by LaVonda P Howard

  All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, or by any means without written permission of the author.

  The events and characters in this book are fictitious. Certain real locations and public figures are mentioned, but all other characters and events are entirely imaginary. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

  To my own personal “Dazzy”, (you know who you are), thank you so much!

  Your insanity is my inspiration. ;o)

  Prologue

  Anton sat in the hard wooden chair silent, sweating profusely…trembling so hard his teeth were chattering. His ass was hurting from sitting for so long in one spot, but he couldn’t move…he was terrified to move. He wasn’t a crying man, but in this moment, he couldn’t hold back. The ropes tied around his hands squeezed so tightly he lost feeling in his fingertips. His heart was pounding a thousand times a minute in his chest.

  He closed his eyes as the cold steel of the barrel of a gun was pressed against his temple. He opened his mouth to speak but no words or sounds could make their way out. The gun was close enough to his ear that he could hear the low squeak of the hammer as it fell each time. He had been counting; he knew that the trigger was pulled twice already.

  Click…

  “Please, let’s talk about this!” He pleaded as warm, salty tears filled his mouth. He prayed quietly as he heard that familiar squeak once again…

  Click…

  He breathed in shallow quick gasps. “Why are you doing this?” His voice shaking.

  Click...

  Icy fear twisted around his pounding heart. He knew without a doubt that the last chamber had the bullet. Somehow God was smiling on him because he knew that there was no way in hell that revolver would give five straight empty chambers. Perhaps his prayers were being answered and the gun is malfunctioning. Perhaps there weren’t any bullets in it all and this was some morbid, sadistic joke.

  His mind raced to try to find something, anything that would help him get through this. What had gotten him here? He sure as hell didn’t want to go out this way! He was a good person; what had he done so wrong that he deserved this? He closed his eyes tightly and clinched his teeth as the revolver was pressed hard against his temple once again causing his head to lean to the side.

  Click…

  Chapter 1

  Anton and Romeo walked inside the crowded nightclub on a mission. Not only was Anton celebrating his 29th birthday, but he was celebrating his last 2 months as a Jarhead. He would tell anyone that he loved the Marine Corps and he was a Marine for life - he just wanted a change. His best friend Romeo had discharged 4 years ago and had been on him constantly to come work with him at a local startup company, Dynex Security Consulting, which was exploding at an alarming rate.

  “Man, this place is jumping and full of honeys!” Romeo said as they made their way through the crowded club to the bar.

  “Yeah, I know, but what do you expect on Saint Patrick’s Day? People wake up with the goal of getting as piss drunk as they can.”

  Romeo laughed. “Man not one Irish looking person in here! All I see is brothas and sistahs!”

  They looked up and found two empty seats in the center of the bar.

  “So how does it feel to be in your last 60 days, man?” Romeo patted Anton on the shoulder.

  Anton smiled. “You know, it actually feels good! I need something different. Hey, the pay and benefits Dynex is offering makes the transition a lot easier too.”

  “I know! You got a better package than I did! Ain’t that some shit!”

  “Jealousy ain’t cute man.” Anton laughed as he reached for his drink after the bartender put them down in front of them.

  “I’m not jealous.” Romeo chuckled. “I’m just saying…what do you have that I don’t have, that’s better?”

  “Not a thing, man…not a thing.” Anton laughed as he turned his back to the bar and was speechless at the beauty on the dance floor. She stood what looked like about 5’4”, with light honey-colored skin, long pitch-black hair, round perky breasts, small waist, wide voluptuous hips, and smooth shapely legs. He sat hypnotized by the way her body swayed with the beat of the music. She was beautiful.

  “Ant…Ant…what is it?” Romeo pushed Anton with his elbow. Anton just gestured for him to look.

  “Damn! Now that is some Grade A booty right there!” Romeo said, almost choking on his drink.

  “Man, she is…I’m about to go dance with her.” Anton stood up from the stool and adjusted, taking another small sip of his drink.

  Romeo laughed. “Man, you crazy. She’s gonna shoot you down like an F-14!”

  Anton adjusted his collar and smiled. “Watch me work.” He slowly strutted over to the woman just as she headed off the dance floor when the song ended.

  “Congratulations.” He held out his hand for a handshake with a big smile.

  The woman looked at him as if he was crazy. “Excuse me?”

  “Congratulations.” He repeated.

  She looked at him with raised eyebrows as she shook his hand. “Okay, I’ll bite. Congratulations for what?”

  “You are officially the finest woman in this club.”

  She rolled her eyes in her head with a smile. “Oh my God.”

  “No, now don’t take this lightly! This is a very prestigious honor!”

  “Oh, really?” She said with slight sarcasm. “What’s my prize?”

  “Well, not only do you get the coveted title, but you also get to have a drink with the finest man in the club.”

  “Oh, and I guess that would be you?” She snickered.

  “You got it!” He smiled. “So, are you ready for your prize?”

  “Sure. Why not?” She smiled.

  “Great.” He turned to the side and lifted his arm for her to grab on, and led her over to a small table near the back of the room.

  “Thank you.” She said with a smile as he pulled out her chair for her. “Are you always this smooth, or is this all for me?”

  Anton laughed. “All for you.” He sat down in the seat on the other side of the table. She was even more beautiful up close. The low light from the small candle in the center of the table illuminated her chocolate brown eyes and the honey highlights in her hair. “So, before we say anything else, my name is Anton.”

  He reached across the table and shook her hand.

  “Hello Anton. I’m Dazzy.”

  “Dazzy? Is that short for something?” He asked curiously.

  “Dazzy’Mia.” She rolled her eyes in her head. “Don’t ask. I don’t know what my parents were thinking.”

  Anton tried not to let out the bubble of laughter in his throat as he spoke. “Well, I have heard worse.”

  “Yeah well, I haven’t. She smirked.

  “What is your whole name, may I ask?”

  She took a deep breath before she spoke. “Dazzy’Mia Ronae Jennings.”

  Anton couldn’t hold his laughter any longer. “Oh Lawd!” He laughed out loud.

  Dazzy was slightly annoyed by his outburst. “O…kay…”

  Anton noticed she wasn’t laughing and quickly collected himself. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, it’s okay. I have heard it all. That’s why I just tell people my name is Dazzy.”

  “Well, anything attached to you is beautiful.” Anton smiled.

  “Aww…thank you.” Dazzy blushed. “You really laying it on thick aren’t you?”

  “Trying.” Anton laugh
ed. “Is it working?”

  Dazzy smiled flirtatiously. “Maybe.”

  There was a brief moment of silence where they just stared into one another’s eyes; the attraction between them was almost palpable.

  “So, are you here with anyone?” Anton asked with a smile.

  “Yeah, I’m here with a few of my best friends, they’re still out there on the dance floor somewhere. You?”

  “I’m here with my boy celebrating my birthday.”

  Dazzy smiled brightly. “Well, happy birthday!”

  “Thank you. It started off a little shaky, but I can say that things are looking up.”

  “Well, I’m glad I could make your day a little better.” She blushed.

  “You know, it would make it a lot better if you told me you weren’t seeing anyone.”

  “Actually, I’m not. My fiancé died about a year ago.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Anton felt bad for bringing it up.

  “It’s okay. It is a lot easier to talk about now.”

  “Was he sick?” Anton asked.

  “No, he was murdered.”

  Anton was stunned as he reached over to touch her hand. “Oh man! That’s messed up! I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “No. it’s alright. I’m doing fine. Besides, today is your birthday.” She smiled flirtatiously. “You should be happy!”

  “Okay, well, you letting me buy you dinner would make me happy.”

  “I don’t know.” She hesitated. “I don’t usually leave the club with anyone. There are crazy folks out there. You have to be careful who you trust.”

  “I totally agree.” He smiled. “Come on, do I look like a psycho?”

  Dazzy looked at him and smiled. “Okay, just let me tell my friends.”

  “Good to go.” His eyes combed over her body as she stood and walked through the crowd to her friends.

  “So, how’d it go?” Romeo rushed over to the table and sat down.

  “Perfectly. I’m taking her to dinner, right now.”

  “What? Oh, so you just gonna leave my ass here?” Romeo joked.

  "Hell yes! Besides, you can just call any one of your booty calls to come pick you up.”

  “Ready to go?” Dazzy interrupted.

  Anton stood up and smiled. “As I’ll ever be. Dazzy, this is my buddy Romeo; Romeo, this is Dazzy.”

  Romeo stood and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Dazzy.”

  “Same here.” She smiled.

  Anton hugged Romeo. “Well man, I’ll hit you later?”

  “That’s cool. Hopefully, I won’t be alone.”

  “Knowing you won’t be.” Anton snickered as he patted Romeo’s shoulder and walked towards the doors behind Dazzy.

  They walked outside the club and Anton led her over to his black Mercedes C230, and opened the door for her to get in.

  “Nice! You a baller?” She smiled.

  Anton chuckled as he closed the car door. “Nah, far from it; just stingy.”

  She glided her fingers along the soft leather of the seat and was very impressed. “What do you do?” She asked as he sat down in the driver’s seat and started the car.

  “I’m in the Marines.”

  “Oh, ok. The Marines must pay well!” She laughed.

  “I do okay.” He smiled. “I’ve always been a bit of a tight wad. I think I got it from my mom. You couldn’t squeeze a nickel out of her.”

  Dazzy laughed as she pushed the button open the window slightly. “You shouldn’t talk about your mom.”

  “Oh no, trust me, God rest her soul, I loved my mom! She was tight though!” He laughed as his eyes sneakily slid over the frame of her body as she looked out the window. It was a cool night; just cool enough for the air to slide across her bouncy, round breasts and make her nipples erect underneath her shirt. All the blood rushed from his brain at this point, so he wasn't really hearing what she was saying to him; just nodding and smiling as her surveyed her body.

  “You like what you see?”

  “Huh?” He said in a trance like tone.

  “Your eyes are everywhere but in mine. Do you like what you see?”

  If he could've turned red he would have. “I'm sorry. My mama taught me better. You're just fine as shit, girl!”

  “Thank you. You're not too bad yourself!” She drug her fingers down the rock hard bulges of his muscular bicep. “Nice. Is all of you this hard and thick?”

  Anton looked at her with a half smile. “If you keep rubbing my arm like that you're going to find out.”

  She looked him in his eyes as her hand slowly made its way down his arm and towards his dick. “Come on now. We both know that we were never going to go out to eat. So, why don't we just go back to your place and do what we both left that club to do?”

  He smiled ear-to-ear as he turned onto the highway to head towards the barracks.

  They arrived back at his room on base in record time. He opened the door to his room and stood back to allow her inside. As he began to reach for the light switch, closing the door behind them, he felt Dazzy's body press up against his.

  “Leave it.” She whispered, as she pushed him against the wall and squeezed and rubbed his swelling dick. “Ooh, I see you are ready!”

  “You got that right.” He said with another ear-to-ear smile. “I'm ready for whatever you got to give.”

  Anton closed his eyes and held his head back as she continued to squeeze and caress his dick. He could hardly believe this was happening to him! He glided his hands along her side and cradled the sides of her perfectly shaped breasts.

  “Bring it.” She whispered in his ear.

  The sound of her saying that to him flicked some switch in his head. He loved a woman that knew what she wanted. Yes, sometimes he did like the kissing and hugging, but more often then not, he liked to just get to it. He liked it rough, sweaty, and dirty.

  He lifted her up, almost straddling her, and slammed her down on his bed. She looked up at him and smiled approvingly as he lay on top of her. Her body was soft and warm under his. He could feel her heartbeat rise slowly as he kissed her along her neck and shoulders. She smelled so good; a mixture of coconut and jasmine.

  Her breasts were a delicious sight to see. He used the palms of his hands to stimulate her nipples until they were firmly erect against his palms. He slid her upward still beneath him and began to suck her breasts like a newborn baby.

  “Ooh baby, suck harder.” She moaned.

  He smiled slightly as he did just as she asked; he even threw in a bite and a nibble to set her off too. After enjoying himself on her ample breasts, he slowly ran his tongue up her chest and neck until his tongue met hers. They kissed deeply and passionately as his hands slowly made their way between her legs and into her panties. His hand glided along the finely trimmed hairs of her pussy. He didn’t mind hairy pussies, as long as it was trimmed and neat. He would call women with overly hairy and messy pussies, “jungle booties”.

  She shrieked slightly when he began to stroke and flick her engorged and extremely sensitive clit. She had became so wet that his fingers were beginning to slip and slide around.

  “You ready for this dick?” He asked with a smile. She nodded and smiled at him as she reached into her purse that just so happened to be within arm’s length, and pulled out a condom. Anton smiled and stood up over her and slid the condom on.

  “You ready for this?” He asked confidently.

  She looked up at him, opened her legs almost to a full split, pulled her panties to the side and smiled. “Bring it, baby.”

  He raised one eyebrow as he looked down at her pulsating, pink, wet tunnel. He licked his lips as he slowly slid himself up inside her. She was tight, wet and warm. He closed his eyes as he plunged deeper-and-deeper inside of her. Her body squirmed and shook beneath him as he began to roll and grind his hips; sliding his dick along the sides of her wet walls.

  She buried her face in his arm and bit her bottom lip as she tried to quench the screams th
at were building up inside her. She reached down and grabbed his finely chiseled and dimpled ass as it swirled and turned, pushing her closer-and-closer to an orgasm that she knew was going to possibly blow her head off.

  “You like that?” He asked whispering in her ear. His warm breath slid across her ear like a warm summer breeze. All she could offer in response was a nod. He reached up over her head and grabbed onto the head rails of the bed and began to pull himself in deeper, causing her to gasp with every thrust as if she could barely breathe. She could feel her body heating up signaling she was almost at her passionate peak. “Oh my God!” She squealed. “Yes! Yes!”

  He released the bars and reached down, hooking her knees over his arms, giving him the space and leverage to pound out the explosion that he could feel building. His thrust became more erratic and her squeals became louder-and-louder as a hot wave of passion slid over them both; until they collapsed, with quickened breathing, onto one another.

  Anton jumped slightly when his phone rang on the nightstand by his bed. “Hello?” He answered groggily.

  “Hey man!” Romeo said loudly through the phone. “How did it go? Did you hit that or what?”

  Anton looked over his shoulder and smiled at the sight of the sleeping beauty. “Man, why are you calling me so early? Not everybody wakes up at the crack of sunrise!”

  “Whatever man. Did you hit that or what? Because if you didn’t, I am going to have to confiscate your player card.”

  “Look man, I gotta go.” Anton stood up and peeked out the blinds.

  “What? You usually tell me everything! She still there or something?”

  “Yes. Now, can I call you back?” Anton whispered.

  “Whaaaatt? A’ight man. Just remember I get full disclosure because she looked like a freak! I know you got some stories to tell!”

  Anton chuckled and shook his head as he ended the call and turned to see Dazzy out of bed and collecting her scattered clothing. “Good morning.” He smiled.

  She smiled as she grabbed her bra off the lamp. “Good morning.” She turned and walked into the bathroom.

  “Hey, you want to get something to eat before you leave?” Anton asked with a smile.