The Quickie Chronicles - Fortune

Every three weeks, I take a few pairs of slacks to the dry cleaners around my job. For the record, yes, they also sell seafood and car insurance out of the same building. What can I say? Vietnamese people are pretty resourceful. Anyway, where was I...oh yeah, dry cleaning. Since I usually go on either Wednesdays, I run into two of my new favorite people: Lucy and John. John usually has his iPhone headphones in, and is sorting through pairs of clothes. Lucy, with her funny smile, is always trying to sell me World's Finest Chocolate with my dry cleaning purchase. I've grown to like them, simply because if I bring in 5 pairs of pants, I get  the 4th one cleaned for free, and I also get 1/2 off a shrimp plate.

However, this week, since I couldn't make it on Wednesday, I was forced to go on a Thursday evening. Tina, Lucy's daughter, was apparently the normal store attendant on Thursdays, and was a little surprised to see me. "Hey, how many pair you have there?", Tina asked. Yes, her English was broken, but her accent was hood. Tina must have went to Reed, because her roller-wrap was on point, and she smelled like fruity body spray. "Good Evening. I have 5 pairs of pants, but Lucy usually gives me a special deal." Tina looked up at me, and squinted [no pun intended]. "Oh, she usually give you special, huh? Okay. I let you have special, too." As I prepared to place my slacks on the counter, Tina took me by the hand, and led me into the car insurance office. She dimmed the lights, unwrapped her hair, and reached for a fortune cookie. This is where things got interesting.

She opened the cookie, retrieved the fortune, and told me to read it. "A problem is a backward opportunity." Confused, I took a second to ponder what it meant. When I came back to reality, Tina was ass-naked, and bent over across the desk. "C'mon. Black guy got big dick, right? You get special, right? Put it in me. I have condom. Hurry up. Baketball Wive come on in 20min." I have no idea what the hell was going on, or half of what she was saying, but I'm never one to turn down free anything. I tried putting on the Life Style condom that she gave me, but it didn't fit. So, I got a little creative. I tore off a piece of the plastic bags they use to put the clothes in, found a rubber band, and I used Tina's mango-peach body lotion as lube. I know, I know, but when opportunity knocks, well is bent over and offering....

As soon as I parted the lips of her pussy, Tina knew she had made a mistake. I dug into her Pink Matter like my life depended on it. I grabbed and pulled her hair, as she moaned and said random things in Vietnamese. As the sweat mixed with the sweet leaking down her legs, Tina was conflicted. She wanted me to stop, but her body wouldn't let me go. I'd invaded the shores of Vietnam, and was definitely attacking with brute force. The only thing that saved Tina was the sound of another customer entering the store. After her third and final orgasm, I pulled out of her to survey the damaged. Her pink matter was now medium rare, but that wasn't my problem. As she got dressed and walked back towards the counter, I tried to lighten the mood. "What about my shrimp plate?"

"A problem is a backward opportunity."