Page 13 of Maximus

Oh my!He was really taking this security thing seriously. I had to admit, it was hot. He and his friend escorted us inside the store where Chili and I went hog wild shopping for everything from clothes to shoes and all things in between. After about two hours of fun, I had only one department left to visit. You might say it was the most important, but I had been putting it off because I didn’t want Maximus to see my unmentionables.

“Girl, can we please grab some sexy bras and undies. You know that’s the real reason I came in here,” Chili admonished.

She was a girl who lived to buy new sets of underwear. She loved showing them off. Maybe it was the stripper in her. I don’t know. I, on the other hand, believed nobody needed to see what was under my clothes except me and the man I was sleeping with. Since I was in my celibate season, I purchased them for me.

“I’m almost ready, Chili. They are running low on my size. Let me just grab a few more of these lace ones, and that’s it.”

“Here, get these. They are your size.”

Chili held up a pair of cheetah print thongs and a bright pink colored pair. I couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of such flashy drawers. Nope. Not happening.

“No thanks. I’ll stick to the black ones.”

I had a weird thing about not buying colorful panties. Standard black was my go-to color. It was almost like a religious act. I only owned one set of white and one set of beige. Other than that, my drawers were fifty shades of black. Since I was the only one who saw them, it wasn’t a problem for me. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t rocking granny panties. My undies ranged from cute to sexy. They just didn’t need to be animal print or fuchsia.

Maximus and Yardbird hung back as we made our selections. Chili made a huge deal of showing her choices to the men. To his credit, Maximus paid no attention to what she was doing. My friend was an attention whore. She craved attention from all men. The more they ignored her, the harder she tried. Half of the time she didn’t even like the guy, she just wanted their eyes on her. I knew this, so I didn’t allow it to bother me.

My demeanor was giddy as we approached the sales counter to make our purchases. That changed quickly as the associate scrutinized my all-black ensemble of undies. She scrunched up her pug-like face like she was smelling something bad. It must have been her breath because there was nothing foul emanating from me.

I tried to ignore her, but she was one of those loud people who thought she was a comedian. Holding the unmentionables in the air for the world and Maximus to see, she proceeded to give her unsolicited opinion about my selection.

“All black? Why in the world would you choose all black underwear?”

She looked at me as if I had committed the worst fashion mishap in history. Apparently, she didn’t get the memo that black was the new black. I was stunned silent. How dare this chick call me out? And in front of Maximus, to boot. She continued to spout off her mouth as she rang up my items.

“If it was me, I would have every color of the rainbow. Men like to have choices. You ain’t never gonna get a man like this.”

I wanted to sink through the floor. My knee-jerk reaction was to punch her in her stupid throat. Maybe then she would shut her trap. Why was this random chick trying to embarrass me?

I started to tell her to ring up my stuff and not say anything else to me, but before I could, I felt the heat of a very sexy body pressed against me from behind. Maximus wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his face down to kiss me on the cheek.Swoon.What he said next made me want to kiss his mouth in thanks.

“Babe, you did remember to get all black panties, right? You know that’s the only color I like peeling off of you.”

He topped it off with a smack on my butt cheek that made me gush a little bit. I smiled up at him, playing along.

“Yes, sir. I know it pleases you when I wear that color. Only for you, Daddy.”

Maximus chuckled at my antics, and the stupid salesclerk stood there looking like Boo Boo the Fool. He even made a show about paying for them. I didn’t want him to, but I couldn’t stop the game once it had started. I would just pay him back when we got to the car. Once the transaction was completed, Maximus took the bag from the clerk, slung his arm around my shoulder, and walked me out of the store. It was glorious.

Nine

Maximus

I stood in the store waiting for Gia to finish buying underwear. What had I done in a previous life to be punished like that? Watching her select those barely-there panties and bras had my dick trying to break free of my jeans. I was lost in a fantasy of Gia modeling her little undies for me when the sound of the mouthy salesclerk tore my attention away.

Angry to be pulled from my sexy daydream, I listened as she ran her mouth about the color my girl selected. Didn’t her mama teach her any manners? I could tell Gia was embarrassed. I couldn’t let that go down like that, so I went and put that little twat in her place. Plus, it gave me an excuse to touch Gia.

She reacted beautifully to my attempt at playing the white knight. I knew she didn’t necessarily need me to come to her aid, but I couldn’t help myself. Plus, I was her security, and it was my job to keep her safe. I could tell that if the cashier kept talking, things may have turned violent. I couldn’t let that happen.

If that wasn’t bad enough, I had the eerie feeling that we were being watched. My sixth sense was never wrong. After surveying the area, I noticed a white man in his fifties, who looked like he had been on a ten-day bender, watching our group. His main focus was on Gia. The way he looked at her, I was sure he knew her. The hate in his eyes was evident. If he tried anything, I would close those hateful eyes, permanently.

After escorting her to the vehicle, I informed Yardbird of my findings. He had spotted the man, as well. We decided to take evasive maneuvers so the man couldn’t follow us. To keep the girls from getting suspicious, we took them for ice cream. That was Yardbird’s idea. What, were we twelve? But when we told the girls, they squealed with excitement.

“Ladies, it’s pretty hot out today. What do you say we stop for some ice cream? My treat,” Yardbird asked.

“Oh, my goodness, yes! That would be awesome!” Gia responded.

She was such a sweet woman. Too sweet for my wayward ass. I could see now why King placed her off limits. Being with those crazy bikers would ruin the poor girl. The only thing was, Gia was no little girl. She was a grown woman, and I had to keep reminding myself of that. She seemed innocent and sweet, but there was something in her, when you looked past the sweet persona, that screamed vixen. I wanted to experience her alter ego. So fuckin’ bad.

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