Mooch by Dan Fante Read Free Book Online

feet in the opposite direction. ‘Bruno, Jesus! Stop it, man.’
    I wrenched myself free.
    ‘Quit!’ she pleaded. ‘I told you I’ve got a drawer full of tickets and Failures To Appears at home. Man, they run my plates, I go to the fuckin’ slam!’
    Sidestepping me, she swiveled and came face to face with the meter maid. ‘Sorry for the problem, Miss Officer,’ Jimmi begged. ‘My friend’s an asshole. You know, from New York.’
    The big woman’s walkie-talkie was still to her mouth. ‘Thatman just assaulted a municipal employee,’ she barked. ‘There’s back-up on the way.’
    Jimmi was in my face, yelling. ‘Gimme your money!’ she hissed. ‘All of it!’
    Reluctantly, I dug in my pocket for the wad. She grabbed the bills then, whirling, facing the woman, she peeled off three hundreds and handed them across.
    The meter maid clicked her radio off. ‘What’s this?’ she demanded, a thick arm holding up the money. ‘Now you attempting to bribe a civil employee?’
    Jimmi handed her another hundred. ‘Lady, I don’t need any trouble. Please understand?’
    The woman eyed her coldly then stuffed the money into her pants pocket. ‘Girl,’ she snarled, ‘you’d bess watch yo man. He got hizzelf a bad mouth and some real ugly manners.’
    Huffing, with effort, she bent to the sidewalk, scooping up the fragments of the torn parking ticket, then tucked the pieces in her pocket with the money. For the first time she was smiling. ‘We gonna forget all this ever happened.’
    Five minutes later, back in her bug, Jimmi popped a Pepsi, then lit a cigarette. ‘Jou like a two-year-old brat, mijo.’
    ‘Four hundred fucking dollars! Are you joking?’
    Instead of answering, impulsively, she kissed me. Passionate. A long kiss. Her sweet, squirming tongue filling my mouth. When she was done, she opened her eyes and drew back, her hand on my leg. ‘Jou in love wit me, right? I know it so don lie, man.’
    Taking a chance, I moved her hand across to my crotch. Her smile was playful. She flung the Barbie between her legs into the back seat.
    The red sky had turned mostly black, but it was too early forstars. Another kiss. Long, hard, and deep. When she was done she unzipped my fly. My dick was iron.
    Afterward, we were both smoking, staring into the impeccable night. ‘Feel better now?’ she whispered.
    ‘Exceptional.’
    Then her hand was between her own legs, rubbing her spot. ‘I want that cock inside me, Bruno,’ she breathed. ‘Can I tell you what else I want, what makes my twat wet?’
    ‘A necklace. Jewelry?’
    ‘I want you fucking me while that fat-parking-bitch watches us. Like she’s standing on the sidewalk with her fucking ticket book in her hand looking in the window. Rubbing her cunt while she’s talking on her cop radio, reporting us. Your cock is everywhere in my body. And she’s watching you lick me. Then you cum again, and I suck every drop and spit it out all over my tits…Is what I’m saying making your dick hard, Bruno?’
    ‘Jesus!’
    Laughing, another deep kiss, her tongue squirming—probing. Her hand was back in my pants, stroking my dick.
    ‘You’re good at this,’ I whispered.
    Jimmi laughed. ‘Two older brothers, mijo. I should be. I been sucking dick since I was seven.’
    Wetting two long fingers in her mouth, she reached down between her thighs. As she did, I felt her tremble. ‘Right now. Okay? Fuck my cunt. Fuck me right now!’
    Pulling the fingers up I watched as she held them to her mouth then licked. Then she forced them between my lips. ‘You hear me, Bruno, I want you in my cunt, now!’
    She was on me, straddling me in the passenger seat. Black sweet-smelling hair wet against my face, her powerful hips like a battering ram, fucking my dick like a death monster.

Chapter Eight
    OVER MY TWO weeks at Orbit, I’d gotten Eddy Kammegian’s personal history in bits and pieces through Frankie and some of the other sales guys. The company’s president was a