The Neighbor - pt. 7

I jerked my penis 3 – 4 times using my ooze as lubricate before the mother load hit my chin and some landed on my stomach. I shook for a few seconds before refocusing on the three ladies in the back. I was ready to get into some pussy, and I didn’t care whose it was. It was obvious none of the ladies were ready to stop what they were doing. They all had flipped positions again. This time Camilla had on the strap-on, and she was fucking the driver. Linda was laid back playing in her pussy with a smug look on her face. I wanted to ask what was that look about. I didn’t the chance.

My cell phone started ringing. It was my home-boy Sam, who happens to be in my wedding. He asked where I was because I was being broadcasted all over the internet with my dick out literally for all to see. He laughed and said. It doesn’t look too bad on you. It appeared that you tried to resist temptation; however, your girlfriend and her girls are fucking amazing. I didn’t know that you allowed her to get down like that especially in from of you, I didn’t know what to say or do so I hung up, and called my brother. I told him to come and get me. He asked where I was. I told him that I didn’t know, but he better find me and get me out of here as soon as humanly possible. I tried opening the door, but it was locked. I tried rolling down the windows. They were secured. I just sat back in the back seat of the Humvee worried about what my Christian parents were going to say about this shit. I couldn’t deny it.

Camilla must have finally paid me some attention. She noticed that I was no longer viewing their performance. She came up to the window wanting to know what was wrong. I told her the truth. Her face turned red from embarrassment. She had a lot to lose from this being broadcasted. I could tell that she was angered by what she just heard. She left the window. All I heard next was bitch, you no good lying trifling hoe ass bitch with no class.  SLAP…Slap… slap…each sounding harder than the one before it. I couldn’t believe Camilla had put her hands on Linda in that manner. Honestly, I was impressed someone needed to put this bitch in her place. She was ruining lives with her actions. Needless, I got up trying to do the manly thing and prevent the situation from escalating any further. When I looked through the window, Linda was holding her face and blood was dripping from her nose. The scene was surreal. Camilla turned and snapped at the driver. She told her to get dressed and get us out of her right now.

I called my brother back, and told him to meet me at my house in a little while. He said alright. I was suddenly shocked by Camilla’s aggressive behavior. I never would have guessed she had “IT” in her. The driver got dressed quickly not that she had a lot to put on. She grabbed Camilla’s top and Linda’s bottom. She was getting ready to tap Camilla on her shoulder when Camilla turned abruptly following Linda’s eyes. The driver snatched her hand back rather quickly. Camilla told her don’t you dear touch me whore. You were in on this too. Go to the front of this vehicle, and drive us to Plum’s house. The driver jumped out. It was obvious that Camilla didn’t have to repeat herself. I knew to the viewer’s on the other end this looked like scripted reality television but this was the real deal. Linda sat still. She was holding her face. Camilla gunned for her again, asking her where the recorder was. The recording needed to be stopped immediately.

I totally agreed. Although I looked like the victim, Camilla was building a case against herself for assault and battery. If she didn’t catch herself, it might become attempted murder in the first degree. I wanted no parts of what was happening at this point. I slid down and waited to be dropped off at my house. I hope Camilla didn’t think she was bringing this crap into my house. If you thought it, I did it. I called my attorney attempting to inform him of the scandal going on live on the internet and right in front of me. His phone rang several times before he answered, it sounded like he was out of breathe. I asked him if he was okay before getting into my current problem. He said. He was fine. Hearing that made my day, I needed him at that moment. I proceeded to tell him about everything that took place in the Humvee thus far.

He stopped me twice to verify what he heard with specific questions. I told him this all occurred in the last 2 – 3 hours or less. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t pay any attention to my watch. It was the truth and nothing but the truth so help me god. He laughed. He said Plum this is not the courtroom or your wedding. I told him based on how Camilla was acting it will be ending up there. He didn’t want to be a witness or a victim to the madness. I heard Camilla calling my name, and sat straight up for her to see me. I said what’s up? She asked me who I was talking too. I got nervous and cautiously answered that I was speaking with my attorney. She signed heavily and then said well – can you ask him to meet us at your house with the police in tow? I repeated her request and he said sure. We disconnected our call not before he warned me to be careful.

I didn’t know who else to all on so I started praying. This evening should’ve been the most exciting and entertaining of my life. It was the last hoe-down before the showdown party. I was scheduled to be married within the next 48 hours, which was not happening now not after this freakish ordeal. I figured I didn’t have to tell anyone what took place. They may have seen it for themselves on the internet. It had to be running on the all the major news channels by now. I didn’t hear Linda answer Camilla’s question about the recorder. I did her a few more slaps and obscenities being thrown around. Someone was crying. It definitely wasn’t Camilla. She was pulling her determination and inner strength. She needed to get hold of that recorder before someone else got hold of it. I could tell she felt betrayed and violated. She wanted revenge for everything that took place.

I didn’t want to be with a person like that. Revenge wasn’t ours to have; we need to leave things in the Lords hands. He has us covered in that regard. I wasn’t brought up that way. I was ready to tell her right there, but I second guessed myself. I didn’t want the situation to get any worse while on camera. Finally, the Humvee stopped. It must have pulled into my driveway. I heard the locks click so I rushed to open the door between me and my freedom. When I exited the Humvee, my brother was there alone with several reporters.

He told them I wasn’t answering any questions at this time. I was glad that he had the reporter’s under some control. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with them. I walked right pass everyone and entered my home. My attorney was in my study waiting for me.

Thinking back I realized that neither Camilla nor the limo driver got out of the Humvee when it stopped. I looked out of my study window to see if it was still on my property. The Humvee was gone.  I didn’t even care. My attorney interrupted my train of thought. He asked if I wanted to release a press statement. I told him yes, but not right now. We needed to get my agent here as soon as possible to deal with Detroit’s management when they start calling about this crap. His job was to deal with almost everything that my lawyer didn’t handle. Although, I had to final say. In many cases, they had overlapping responsibilities. I wasn’t the typical NBA player.

(c) 2010 TigerSagg Ent.

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