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I was nervous about posting this story because I got some rough feedback from one of my "test readers". In the end even she said I have nothing to lose and I don't...

Warning! The end of the story gets a bit rough around the edges. It is never my intension to offend anyone please read till the final punctuation.




Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


Chapter 1

McGuire “Mickey” Steel leaned against the bright red wall in the Student Center Multipurpose room. She watched as everyone scurries around with pencils and papers, talking to each other as fast paced music filled the air. A young blonde girl who seemed to be hopped up on pixie sticks came running up toward her.

“Hi, I saw you standing over here alone and no one has come over to you yet. So I decided to introduce myself, I couldn’t help but notice how scary you look especially with that look on your face. You can’t be that bad. My name is Deidra George, I know, I know a white girl named Deidra. I love your hair it’s so curly and your skin looks like silk can I touch you?” The blonde girl was talking so fast that it made Mickey’s blood boil.

Mickey gritted her teeth and snarled.  She balled her hands into a fist ready to strike the plastic out of this Barbie. Suddenly thin arms encircle her waist sending a menacing look at Deidra who swallowed deeply. Mickey relaxes slightly into the embrace of familiar arm.

“We didn’t catch your name, Darlin’,” a sultry Southern voiced called out from the side of Mickey.

 

“I didn’t tell…tell you my name. I wasn’t talking to you,” Deidra said pretending to be confident but failing miserably.

 

“Well it seems like you are now,” the other girl spoke out now visibly restraining Mickey from taking another step forward.

Deidra felt surrounded and thought it best to make friends instead of enemies. She looked around at the three snarling beauties and thought to herself how drop dead gorgeous they would be if they smiled. She took a deep breath and held her hand painfully stiff and grinned.

“I’m sorry you’re right! My name is Deidra and I’m a transfer student from CSU and I was just so excited to meet her I forgot my manners.”

“How do you know her, Dei-dra,” the Southern Belle spoke again enunciating her name as if it were poison.

Deidra turned crimson at the inquiry made by the tall Amazon woman who looked ready to tear her apart. Deidra swallowed the tumultuous lump in her throat and blew out a breath.

“I love you,” Deidra blurted out before clamping her sweaty palm over her fast talking mouth. The three women in front of her look at her as though she has a warning label stamped to her forehead.

“Oh shit, um, this is awkward. I have followed your soccer career since your reign at Lincoln High School. You are amazing; there is no other forward as good as you. That’s kind of why I chose to transfer here, I’m the new goalie. I’m here to protect your interest,” Deidra explained sheepishly but held out her hand confidently.

Mickey stared at her hand unable to keep the smirk off her face. This girl had balls. She snorted and moved past her new teammate with her friends tailing behind her. Deidra hung her head and chuckled. Welcome to Miami.

 

With her hands delve deep into her pockets Mickey wheeled through the crowd with master precision. She hung in the back as her friends led her to the opposite end of the room. Mickey watched as her friends gabbed over the loud music clinging close to one another. She studied them for time being instead of her surrounding. They were both tall in stature but different all the same.

The woman who had wrapped her arms around her middle was her cousin Francis had pale beige skin with pouty lips, the body of a Victoria Secret model and long straight hair. Francis was the closest to her over any of her other family members, she was her rock.

The other giggling cohort was named Colleen the Southern Belle with the charm of a viper snake if crossed. A very pretty girl who could have been Miss America but her not being size 0 was the end of that. That didn’t stop her from being a full figured knock out.

Mickey hung back as the two girls intertwined arms and walked slightly ahead of her. She swallowed and exhaled deeply allowing the two girls to float past her. Mickey rubbed her hands against her jeans to stop the twinge of jealousy that rushed through her.

They should thank me, the two birds wouldn’t even know each other if it weren’t for me,’ she thought to herself pausing not taking a step further.

Finally noticing she wasn’t with them anymore, the two doubled back to be at her side. Colleen looked confused while Francis gave a worried yet knowing look. Mickey looked away because even though she was jealous the last thing she wanted was for her friends to pity her.

“If I need my shadows I’ll let you know next time before you come swooping in to save the day,” Mickey said nastily at the two girls.

“We were just trying to help,” Francis countered now wearing a matching confused expression just as Colleen.

“Help who? It looked like you were trying to embarrass me. If you want to help me then move, you two look like two overgrown tree trunks standing in front of me. Especially you Colleen,” Mickey snarled at the two girls. Colleen face iced up before she snorted and walked away. Francis rolled her eyes and followed suit. 

Mickey sighed as she watched them walk off relieved that they would no longer be in her space. She pushed her way through the crowd smirking at the various hellos and head nods thrown her way. Mickey finally settled on the steps leading up to the balcony. She took a seat and continued to survey the crowd, almost as if she was in search.

Her eyes landed on a gorgeous pair of ladies who were hugging Francis and Colleen and now headed to a group of guys.

Both girls were of medium height and thin builds but both ladies had equally striking faces. One of the girls she had to look at for the majority of her life and she still wasn’t use to it. Her sister Natalia resembled a floating object that attracted the eyes of everyone she passed. Her perfect light caramel complexion which seemed to be always perfectly flushed glowed especially bright tonight. Her long flowing hair was up in a bun showing off her long graceful neck.

The girl standing next to her sister almost equaled to Natalia in raw beauty but didn’t quite make the cut. Stephanie. Whenever Mickey even thought of the girl she wanted to vomit, she and Natalia barely fought but when they did it was over Stephanie.

She watched for a while longer occasionally throwing a venomous glare to the various men that had walked by.

Since her freshman year she had developed a bit of a reputation as a man eater. Guys and girls alike fantasized about what it would be like to have her leave them in ruin. She wasn’t a whore by any means but she knew how to bring men to their knees. Mickey was no stranger to completely discombobulating her partners if they dared to cross her status. She knew how to obliterate a person if need be. Mickey would do just that by any means necessary.

A girl walking down the stairs accidentally bumps into Mickey almost taking them both to the floor. Not before Mickey steadies the girl by holding on to her arm.

“Thank you,” the girl squeaks out happy to not have face planted on landing below. Mickey says nothing but smirks.

With force she releases the girl and watches as she slides down the last four steps face first. A grin now stretches across Mickey’s face.

“Oops, butterfingers,” Mickey says nonchalantly as the now red faced girl picks herself off the floor.

“You did that on purpose!”

“You bumped into me on purpose,” Mickey countered taking in the girls appearance before noticing she had a sports jogging suit. “Wait, what team are you on?” Mickey asked a bit softer stepping down the last few steps herself.

“Soccer, why,” the young woman asked looking cautiously at McGuire who was offering her an apologetic smile.

“Me too, are you a freshman?” the girl nods excitedly. Mickey takes a second to look the girl over. She was clearly Hispanic, tall with an athletic build. Mickey stuck out her hand.

“McGuire Steel, power forward and Captain of the Lady Titans,” Mickey announced as if she were royalty.

The girl looked at Mickey’s hand and shook it, as she pulled tried to pull away Mickey pulled her in closer.

“If you want to survive your first year with both kneecaps in tact I suggest you stay the hell away from me or I will make it my mission to see that you don’t walk off of the practice field. Do you understand me?” Mickey said low enough for only the now trembling girl to hear her.

The girl nodded before Mickey let go of her hand and let her scurry off. Looking up she noticed all eyes were on her but for the wrong reasons.

She watched as seemingly the entire area stared at her with questionable and accusatory glances. Older women held one tighter to their men and vice versa. Regardless of how bad the rumor mill seemed to muddy up her name one thing rang true; she was good at what she did.

Trying to stay focused on her sister and her friends, all Mickey could think about is how she would kill to be invisible. Wake up with no past memory of her life and start over brand new. She could live without, this. The constant stare delivered to her on a routine basis by her peers who never let her forget who she was, a notorious bitch. A siren amongst pirates prepared at any given moment to show her claws and fangs before ripping you to shreds.

I don’t care what these people think about me, hell yeah, I’m a bitch, and I can be down right evil but they will not see me hang my head! I wear my badge with honor and pride so fuck ya’ll,’ Mickey thought to herself before throwing one last penetrating glare and blowing a kiss out to her loyal audience.

No matter how many people you have or haven’t slept with when word gets around that your good in bed it’s impossible to erase a title that is seemingly already etched into your headstone.

Nope! She wouldn’t miss any of this; if the floor decided to concave and consume her she wouldn’t miss this one bit.

Feeling the scrutiny of many eyes McGuire tenses up making her posture seem like stone and fine granite. A cloud of anger and desperation funnel around her, creating nothing more than a hard gaze that pierces through the crowd.

Not knowing how much longer she could keep up this charade her eyes finally landed on something she could not live without, Munro West. He was Santa Clause, GQ magazine, and a beautiful fall day all rolled up into one gorgeous man. Almost wanting to curse God for sculpting such a beautifully crafted creature, all she could do was marvel from afar.

Munro was one of those untouchable god-like men who walked amongst us mortals. Only now and then seeming within reach until his light encompassed everything around him and he would once again be impervious to us.

He was the worst kind of gorgeous, the kind that had the nerve to treat everyone with respect and kindness. At times she hated him. She hated that EVERYWHERE he went he was loved and held in high esteem. From the moment he stepped foot in Miami all he ever did was volunteer and immerse himself in the community. Damn if there was thug or politician that didn’t know him.

‘Damn, Ferris Bueler. The school would shut down if he didn’t show up to a function,’ Mickey thought to herself before chuckling. He didn’t play one damn sport but the man was built like a god and treated like one. As a matter of fact he may have been considered a bit of a nerd.

She watched as he waved his hands wildly in the air, his dazzling mouth expertly moving around that infamous toothpick that seemed to constantly adorn his perfect lips.

She awed at how people looked at him, she wished to be considered the way he did. He embodied masculinity without looking like a meathead. Even when he was making people laugh he Munro held a serious calm about himself that made people pay attention. A master negotiator within SGA she had never heard him yell or get angry. He was everything that she could never be and that made her admire him all the more.

Mickey watched as women stalked him with their eyes hungrily almost snapping one another if he just so happened to look in their general direction.

Munro West was breath to life.

Mickey shook her head finally deciding enough was enough and scaled the stairs out of the student center…

 

 

 

Stephanie who had been watching Mickey from the moment she and Natalia stepped through the door scoffed as she watched Mickey walk off.

The room finally felt lighter without all the dark energy Mickey seemed to expel. Stephanie couldn’t stand the girl but tolerated her for the sake of Natalia. She loved Natalia like a sister and always felt she deserved better than Mickey.

This planet as a whole deserved better than McGuire Steel.

After rolling her eyes one last time she turned back to her friend who also seemed transfixed on the disappearing figure.

“Natty, are you okay,” Stephanie asked stroking her upper back gaining a soft smile.

“Yeah, I’m just worried about her you know. She has been acting so strange lately, distant and combative,” Natalia responded in a sad tone. ‘How can you tell?’ Stephanie thought sarcastically.

“Well boohoo for her, you and I came here to have fun so can we do that and not worry about Cruella Deville for two minutes?” Stephanie asked earning herself a glare in return.

“Oh come on you know your sister is every horrible Disney villain rolled into one messy ass bitch. To her that would be a compliment,” Stephanie joked while wrapping an arm around Natalia.

Natalia smiled before nodding in agreement with her friend. They both turned back to the ‘Golden Boy’ who was now texting fiercely on his phone. The grey eyed Louisiana native was no longer waving his hands in the air his jaw was clenched tight as he concentrated on the screen. Soon a smirk appeared and he relaxed.

Angel Hernandez-Estrada and Darius Adams best friends since the second grade stood off to the side scanning the room for women. Darius and Angel could often be confused as twins as much as they said and did things alike. But with Angel who was from Honduras and Darius from Harlem the only thing that could separate them was DNA.

“Man what about that one in the blue dress,” Darius pointed out in the crowd to an Amazon looking woman.

“I could climb tree,” Angel responded in a thick Hispanic accent.

“Neither one of you have the balls to get a girl like that, step aside,” a voice called out from behind them as Shay Lee sashayed past them.

Shay was one of those girls who could pass for a beauty queen if she didn’t have so many tattoos. Guys were always a sucker for her pouty lips but she hadn’t swung that way since the 7th grade.

Shay liked women and wasn’t afraid to show it. A firecracker with attitude to match, Shay loved a challenge and welcomed it.

She strutted up to the woman in the blue dress and placed her hand on the lower back of the taller women. Darius and Angel watched at the woman responded to Shay and laughed at whatever she had said. Within seconds the woman had pulled out her phone and was pressing on the screen as Shay spoke. After placing a lasting kiss to the shoulder of the woman Shay swaggered back to her jealous friends as she stuck her tongue out in victory.

“That’s a damn shame,” Munroe said laughing at the dumbstruck duo. Shay slapped hands with Munro.

“That’s fine she was too tall anyway,” Darius muttered before taking his flask out his jacket pocket and taking a swallow.

He scanned the crowd quickly again before his eyes fell on Colleen Kennedy and Francis Ellis. When he saw Colleen he almost choked on his brown liquor, she was beautiful. He had crushed on her since freshman year but was too slow in pursuing her. Angel had got there first and almost made a mess of her heart and all Darius could do was sit there and watch. Now that it was his senior year he wanted to finally do things different and make it happen with Colleen. Angel wouldn’t mind she was a dime a dozen.

Angel watched his friend watch his ex-girlfriend. He tried to play it off but something in him began to stir. Colleen was a good girl, the type you married and he wasn’t ready for all that. But when he saw Darius staring at her he felt a jolt erupt through him. Colleen hadn’t been with anyone since him and he didn’t feel right with her being with anyone else especially Darius.

Angel smiled and reached out and pulled Colleen in a hug before anyone else could. Colleen stiffened at first but sunk into the hug. Darius rolled his eyes before looking away.

Munro who was staring at the entire situation gave Shay a knowing look before his phone buzzed again. He looked down and began typing vigorously again, until he heard a snort.

He looked up to see his longtime friend Jeremy Davis shaking his head disapprovingly at the message thread.

Munro pushed himself away from the wall of the stage.

“Ya’ll I have to go Zoe needs me to help out with some stuff,” Munro explained as he hugged and dapped everyone goodbye.

“I think you could do better man,” Jeremy said as Munro did everything possible to display ignorance.

“What,” Munro asked feeling his chest sear in irritation. He faced his friend trying to keep his tone light.

Jeremy sighed and shook his head again. No matter what he knew this was a losing battle when it came to that girl it was Munro against the world even if the world didn’t know about it.

“Tell Zoe I said hi,” Jeremy said throwing in the towel not wanting to get into argument in front of everyone.

Munro smiled at his friend before heading out the side door…

 

 

 

Mickey kicked off her shoes as she headed into her dorm room suite. Flicking on the light she noticed the door adjacent from hers was opened but empty. She did notice all the bags but she would meet her other roommate in the morning. 

She walked into her room she was already unpacked. She glanced around her dark room inhaling all the madness that had almost consumed her moments ago before exhaling it all away.

As her painfully tense shoulders finally dropped she felt nothing but relief. She didn’t have enough time to react as the bathroom door opened and large body came barreling out.

The point of impact where a massive shoulder connected with her stomach knocked the wind out of her as she landed on the bed. Frantic trying to get from under this stranger…this mystery man, he presses his body against her allowing her to feel the blunt heaviness of his weight.

Getting on his knees he allowed her enough space to wiggle but not get away from him completely. He bent down to kiss her and she responded by turning her head to the side.

Angry grabbed her face forcefully keeping it pointed at him. He smashed his lips against hers in a furiously demanding kiss. He bit her lip forced her to open her mouth wide enough for his tongue to enter.

McGuire whimpered helplessly as her attacker took complete control over her mouth. A shiver cascaded through her as she felt his hands move expertly up the sides of her body.

Her mind was soon clouded in thoughtless smoke unaware that her clothes were being removed from her.

Mickey moaned as she felt a bare crotch rub against her in a circular motion.

When did he get his clothes off,’ she wondered feeling herself literally melt right along with her resolve.

The man groaned deeply calming the assault against her lips. He pulled her closer to him nudging himself snugly between her thighs.

The man lapped at her mouth moving skillfully to her chin then down her neck to the valley of her breast. He stopped at the first large mound and watched it jiggle slight cause of her breathing. Tracing it with his tongue he latched onto one of her nipples sucking and tugging while he kneaded and teased the other. She gasped as he sank his teeth into her chest. A scorching pain caused her to roll her hips in ecstasy; the exhibitionist was clawing to get out. But she had to keep that part of her submerged in submission. He laughed and continued his leisurely bites all over her chest, each bite threatening to pierce where the previous one did not.

Mickey did everything she could not to grind herself into him. She let out ragged gasps as she clutched onto the sheets. Paying equal attention to both breast he continued south to her already drenched center.

She watched as he locked onto her plump lips. He inhaled deeply and a primal growl unleashed within him. Mickey wiggled to get away from the impending attack she was sure she wouldn’t be able to handle.  “I missed you Cherry,” he groaned his voice vibrating off her flesh making her shutter.

After a few more suspenseful seconds he dipped his head between her legs. Mickey was set aflame as soon as his lips touched hers. His tongue lathered her entire mound with his saliva. Mickey came undone as skilled language master began to make out with her quivering lips. All she could do was hold on as a premature orgasm rushed through her. Moments like this she felt as though she could fly.

He chuckled as her hot juices gushed out as him. He only shoved his face further into her lavish thighs. Mickey was sure his only intentions were to lick her dry by the end of the night. He feasted on her circulating his tongue in and out of her quaking body. He sucked on her clit and nipped at the bud. He threw her legs over his shoulder effortlessly as he now was able to inject his long fingers into her wet hole.

“So tight baby, you’re gonna have to loosen up a bit,” he ordered as he begin to work more fingers into her flexing them inside her.

Soon his flexes turned into strokes as found her spot. He sucked at the bud while his fingers ghosted her now cramping walls. Mickey went crazy as she bucked under him. He reached his arm around her middle to keep her still.

The heavy pants followed after he pulled her down further on the bed using his large hands he forced her legs open wider. Mickey felt vulnerable as he gazed at her post-orgasmic state body shaking and pussy glistening.

She took the time to take in his chiseled chest and powerful arms. When her eyes drifted lower she noticed his penis bobbing up and down. It was aggressively pointed at her ready to be buried deep within her. For a man his height he would have a killer on his hands. He took hold of the beast and lined it up with her center.

Steadying her waist with on hand he guided himself into her weeping canal. Mickey hissed as her fleshed stretched to house the thick intruder. He grunted until he buried himself to the hilt. Staying like that he waiting for her to adjust and not frantically convulse around him. Her hot and wet silk like insides felt like home as he began to suck and knead her breast.

After a few seconds he took both her legs and hooked them in the creases of his arms. Mickey squeaked as he slowly pulled back; he felt walls close at the loss of him.

POP!

The suctioning sound of her center’s failed attempt at keeping the phallus lodged within her heat. Mickey’s already misty eyes could barely make out his devilish smirk before he plunged back into her.

Mickey let out a soundless cry as he pumped himself inside of her. The wet slapping sounds of their bodies meeting and his throaty grunts are all that could be heard as Mickey stared at the ceiling above her. 

The pleasure she felt turned her blood into liquid fire that painful coursed through her veins with each powerful thrust. He was not gentle, nor did he take his time he just took her.

He lifted her into his arms as he sat on the balls of his feet forcing her to look at him as he drove himself deeper inside her. He brought her legs up until they were perched perfectly over his shoulders.

He watched with glee as Mickey’s deep bronze completion reddened.

“Daddy wants to hear you scream and you need to give it all you’ve got! I’m tired of this quiet shit,” he whispered harshly in her ear as he Creole accent shown its way through. She whimpered as her belly tightened at the sound of his voice.

“Mickey you need to obey me,” he ordered pushing forward until she landed on her back causing him to sink to the hilt.

“No!” he raised an eyebrow and smirked at her defiance. He changed his tactics from quick pumps to long strokes. To add to the torture he wormed his hand between their sweaty bodies and applied pressure to her clit. At that moment she came undone.

Her eyes soon rolled in the back of her head and an almost tribal cry unleashed from her seemingly encouraging his efforts. The familiar swirl that ballooned in her stomach burst; a ferocious orgasm claimed her for the second time that night.

Stars were all she could see and pleasurable numbness that spread throughout her body was all that were left of her senses. After a few seconds she noticed that he was still going at it and with renewed vigor.

Oh hell no! At this rate she wouldn’t be able to walk the next day if he kept this up. The euphoria was beginning to be too much for her to handle as he piston inside of her.

“We can’t…not this good…please,” she whined between thrust. Frenzied she tried to use her hands to push against his stomach.

He grabbed her hands and placed them above her head. He halted his thrust only to roll his hips in figure eights. He bent his head into the crook of her neck and began to suck on her earlobe.

Mickey practically concaved and all efforts to stop the sweet torment ended as she ground her hips against his. He smiled and released her hands and she latched onto the back of his neck.

“What’s my name Cherry,” he whispered against her ear. “Say it. Say my name!”

“Munro! Oh please I need you, please,” Mickey screamed out before he attached his mouth to hers in a fierce kiss.

Munro finally ready for his own released combined the long strokes with the figure eights and she was literally putty in his hands.

Mickey vibrated violently under him as her release was so intense that she took him right along with her. Feeling him finally stiffen a few times before collapsing on top of her she rubbed his back.

Not long after he removed himself and tossed the limp condom in the trashcan. He fell back against the bed putting distance between him and McGuire.

“You didn’t have to ambush me you know, all you had to do was knock,” Mickey said gazing over at him through hooded eyes.

“I haven’t seen you in two months Cherry,” Munro replied calling her by her bedroom pet name.

“Are you gonna stay this time,” she asked hopefully as she fought sleep who seemed to be dominant.

“Go to sleep,” he replied leaning against the head and watching her drift away almost immediately.

Munro sat for a while longer studying this woman who no matter what he did was slowly creeping her way into his heart.

“Oh shit,” he muttered doing whatever he could to put more distance between them. As if someone heard his prayers his phone rang.

“Hey Zoe, yeah I’m on the way love,” Munro whispered as he quickly redressed and slipped out the room but not before sparing Mickey one last glance…






Chapter End Notes:

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