Percy entered Wendy's for a quick lunch. The morning was a busy one and he didn't have time to sit in a restaurant and wait for an order. Being a Senior Accountant was a busy position, but he relished in it, being rather young for someone with his title. He moved through the throng of people and got in a relatively short line, which was surprising as the place was crowded. Percy looked at the menu for several moments, and then looked ahead of him to count how many people were between him and the counter.
Percy's eyes got big, real big. The next customer in line stepped to the counter, and she had his full attention. He couldn't see her face, could barely hear her voice, but none of that mattered. She had one of the roundest, biggest asses he had seen in about three years! The stretchy material of the powder blue sundress with white flowers hugged that badonkadonk tightly, and when she shifted her weight from one leg to the next to get more comfortable, her ass wobbled several seconds after she had made the movement.
He watched the mystery ass the whole time the woman stood at the counter, paying attention to each time she moved. He watched her pay for her meal and move to the other end of the counter, and then he watched her lean on the side where one picks up their food. From the side Percy could see that her ass was like a basketball cut in half and stuck on a pair of legs. She looked back briefly, noticed him looking at her, and smiled. She then turned back to the counter to get her tray. As she went to find a seat, she looked him in the eyes with a quick smile and walked on by.
Percy knew instantly that she was ghetto. He had grown up a kid of the hood himself and had worked hard to shake most of that image in college, going into a profession that expected professionalism. He still had the swagger in his walk, but he cleared up his speech and changed his wardrobe, well mostly. He would throw on a hoodie and some jeans when he went home to visit his parents or one of his siblings. But most of the time he wore casual slacks and went out with so called refined women. And he loved his life. But he hadn't seen a jiggley donk like this without clothes since high school.
The line moved and eventually Percy ordered his meal. He got his tray pretty quickly and casually made his way to her table. He noticed that she sat alone and approached her.
"May a brother join you?" Percy asked casually.
The woman looked him up and down, and then replied "Sure." Percy sat down carefully and set his tray in front of hers. She was pretty, although rough looking. She had long brown hair with burgundy highlights that were curled, gold earrings with a name scripted inside, and light blue eye liner that matched her light blue lip gloss.
"My name is Percy. Percy Duncan." Percy introduced himself as he reached for her hand.
"I'm Sholita." She replied, lightly shaking his hand. The two made small talk for several minutes while they ate. Percy asked her questions, but he wasn't listening, as he kept thinking about the bubble she was sitting on. After half his meal was eaten, he asked her out to dinner, and Sholita answered yes. She gave him her cell phone number and her Mother's number, and Percy gave her his business card. When she read the card, her face lit up.
