"Weird, huh?" Britnee exhaled a lungful of pot smoke.
"Yeah," Lara took a drag off the joint they were sharing. "But then, you are usually willing to fuck just about anywhere."
Britnee frowned. "Yeah... but this was different."
The two were sitting in Lara's car. They had parked on an abandoned access road a short distance from an old industrial park on the outskirts of Ogdenville, a small town a few miles down the road from their hometown of Hootertonville. Ogdenville was also home to Shroud Chemical, maker of the breast implants, Britnee was soon to receive.
"I mean," Britnee began, "The doctor. He's not young, He's not hot. He's a creepy old guy, like over 50 or somethin'. All skinny and birdlike... and the way he stared at us with this goofy grin on his face..." Britnee shivered. "I mean, He walks in the room an' all I can think about is getting my hands on his cock!"
"You did say he had a big, fat one," Lara passed the joint.
"Not as big as the twins, but, more like Clem. And that's another thing. I was actin' like it was the greatest thing since white bread. What the fuck! It's not like I ain't had big dicks before... and I couldn't get enough of it! Jesus! What is wrong with me?"
Lara brushed back some braids from Britnee's face. "Pheromones. You know, those chemicals-"
"Yeah, I know what they are," Britnee exhaled.
"Maybe whoever is fucking with the water system is doing the same with pheromones, you know, maybe the doctor is part of it. Who knows? Maybe we've stumbled upon some big conspiracy." Lara stroked her friend's hair.
"And that's why I wanted you to not go with me," Britnee laced her fingers between Lara's. "If there is a conspiracy, then Julie's a part of it. Them big, ole fake titties aside, I don't act the way I do around her likes i act around anyone else. Speakin' of big, fake tits, you gotta see the doc's receptionist. Gorgeous! And tits bigger than Julie's! My God, they are big! She's a real cartoon bimbo too. Talks like," Britnee did a fair imitation of Miss Tahtaz's voice. "Ohhh, Doctuh! What a big too-ul ya gots theyuh!"
The two friends burst out with giggles and laughter. Britnee calmed down and continued. "Anyhow, You'll meet her next week. Ima make an appointment for us with the doc and give him my final decision on my procedure. You'll come with."
Lara kissed her cheek. "Aww, Boo! Conspiracy or not, I can't wait to get a set of big titties! These little things gotta go!"
"Speakin' of going, is it time?"
Lara glanced at her phone. "Yep. It's that time."
Britnee lifted her feet from the dashboard and sat up as Lara started the car and took off towards the industrial park.
Britnee adjusted her tube top and fished around in her purse. "How do I look?"
Lara grinned. "Like a no good trailer trash slut."
Britnee smiled. "Aww, Boo. You always say the sweetest things. Is everything set up?"
"Yep, "Lara pulled to a stop in front of an empty building. "Dumb motherfuckers picked a spot with too many windows..."
Britnee climbed out of the car. "Wait for my signal and don't worry, I'll be fine."
The door to the building opened. A tall, young, black man scowled at Britnee. "You her?"
"Who else would I be?" Britnee replied.
The man shrugged and walked down a hallway, motioning Britnee to follow. He stopped at a door and knocked before entering the room. Britnee walked in and looked around.
The room was filled with expensive, plush furniture, a large UHD tv, and a stereo blasting the latest hip-hop music. Half a dozen black men sat around the room, playing a video game or drinking and sharing a blunt. At the back of a room was a desk large enough to host an orgy. A large, foreboding, handsome man sat behind it, texting on his phone. He looked up, saw Britnee and rose from his desk. He started to speak then pressed a button on a remote control. The blaring music stopped.
The other men in the room stopped what they were doing and noticed Britnee.
"Daa-aaamn!" "OooWheee, look at that shit!" "Dat girl looks like she came to party!" were just a few of the remarks the young men made as they checked Britnee out.
Britnee was also checking them out. A few of the men were good looking, she thought. They all looked athletic except for one of the gamers who, looked like he hadn't skipped a meal ever. They were all wearing expensive urban street clothes: basketball shorts, jeans, hoodies or t-shirts and signature basketball shoes.
The man behind the desk stood and held up a hand, silencing his crew. "Fellaz, please. This here is our guest. Show her the courtesy yo mama's taught ya!"
He walked up to Britnee. "I'm Mack. Mack Daddy. I run this here crew."
Britnee guessed he was at least 6'4" and built like a tank. The muscles of his arms rippled as he held out his hand. Britnee felt her pussy warming up as she gazed up at him.
"Britnee Lain," She replied, extending her hand.
Mack took it in both of his hands, bent low and kissed it. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."
"And yours," Britnee smiled seductively.
"Please excuse my friends, they are a bunch of low class niggas with no manners whatsoever. Sit. Sit and let's talk." Mack motioned to a cushioned chair next to his desk. He pointed to two of his men who stood and left the room.
"Security?" Britnee asked.
Mack nodded. "You came alone, right?"
"Just my driver. Parked down the road." Britnee replied.