Chapter 33: Radio Interview
Piss her off. See what happens. – Absalom to a prospect
The weekend came to an end and they had to return to the real world. But the real world had changed. Their poorly kept secret became common knowledge. Where he had expected to hear snide comments about the age difference, he received nothing but support. Every time that church was called, the brothers expected him to claim her, put his patch on her.
Fear kept him from doing what his heart wanted.
Taz won the fight in March, her first win with Bellator. They had gone back to the cabin to celebrate. May rolled around and again they celebrated the win after her fight.
Then she earned a low–level title fight in June. This gained her an appearance with the local sports show a few weeks before her June fight. As always, Riff took off from work
and went with her.
It was at the radio station that everything started to fall apart.
Walking into the building, Taz was confronted with the epitome of feminine beauty. Hips
that could make Shakira lie and tits to make Dolly cry. A small waist that was accentuated
by the delicate black corset worn over her crisp white shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned to show off the goods.
They were so plump and lush that even Taz had to admit she wanted to shove her face in them. At that moment, she decided that she had spent too much time at the Clam Shell.
Looking at the woman’s shapely legs beneath her short red skirt, Taz was quite envious. This woman had the curves. The beautiful legs. Perfectly mussed hair. Pouty lips. Wide set doe eyes.
All she needed was red hair and a sequined dress. Taz thought about asking Riffraff if it would be inappropriate to ask her to say that iconic line. ‘I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that
way.’
“If you’ll follow me this way,” the bottle blonde secretary said to Taz as she eyed Riffraff. She smiled at him, discreetly adjusting her shirt to expose more of her breasts. “Your
father can wait in here.”
1/2
+
Chapter 33: Radio Interview
Riffraff stiffened at the comment.
He hadn’t paid any attention to the woman. In fact, later when he was asked to describe her, his description included about this tall, or so, with his hand held slightly below his shoulder. Blonde, maybe a light brunette. Way too much makeup and her hair needed to
be brushed.
Here, he was challenged by his biggest fear, he was too old for her. He wondered if people really did think that he was her father. He stepped into the small waiting room and spent the next 45 minutes wondering about it. Convincing himself that the age difference was the only thing people would see.
The busty blonde closed the door and turned back to face an angry Taz.
“That man that you’re trying to show your tits off to is mine.” Taz said quietly,
menacingly.
Her nearly six foot frame towered over the woman. Even in three–inch fuck me heels, the
would be man thief barely reached the fighters shoulder.
The woman stared at her in shock and a little fear.
“You can enjoy the view all you want.” Taz warned looking down at the woman. “But keep
your hands off my man.”
Chapter Comments
LIKE
POST COMMENT NOW
SHARE
