D’arcy Takes A Ride

So, this morning I get a frantic call from D’Arcy. “I need you to come over right away!”
“Why? What’s up?”
“I can’t explain right now, just please hurry; and I can’t get to the front door, so use the spare key!”

I honestly have no idea how she always knows when I’m not dressed, but she does it every time; this time being no different. I scrambled to find anything fit to be seen in public, dropped my eyebrow pencil in the toilet, and stepped into an insidious shoe that hid a puddle of cat pee. I couldn’t find my keys, or my car. Then I remembered I’d left it parked in the alley behind the bar the night before.

I dashed over to the neighbor’s apartment, banged on the door for five minutes when the bleary-eyed fairy finally threw open the door and screamed, “What the fuck happened to your eyebrows?!”
“Screw my eyebrows, I need a ride, stat!” “Now?,” he asks… while standing inside his door in only his whitey tighties. “Yes, now; and for God’s sake, is that Trevor’s underwear?”

Thirty minutes later, off we go; tearing down Putnam Place; doing 70 in a 30 MPH zone… when the local constabulary pulls us over for the rainbow stickers on the back of the car.
“This your car, son?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. Now get off my street.”

Arriving at D’Arcy’s place, I jumped out while the car while it was still running… frantic to get to her. Once inside, there she is… in the kitchen, squeezing carrots with a Vegematic; except she has her left tit caught in it.
“Where the hell have you been? I’m dying here!”

“You really own a Vegematic?”
“Shut up, you stupid cow! What am I going to do?”
Well, that did it. I laughed so hard I couldn’t catch my breath.
“We’re calling 911, that’s what,” I said in a hysterical fit of laughter. If looks could kill I would have been dead, dead, dead.
“No, you’re not!!”

Long story short, we arrived at the ER, with the Vegematic still attached and her boob was successfully released.

And we both have hot dates scheduled next week with the paramedics.

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About Lucia

Lucia is the 34-year-old owner of Lucky Lucia’s Bail Bonds. She is exciting and entertaining, but can also be very violent and a bit sneaky. She is an Italian firecracker who defines herself as straight. She has a post-graduate degree in glamour. Physically, Lucia is in pretty good shape. She is tall with bronze skin, dark auburn hair and brown eyes. She has a scar on her cheek from a tussle with Zack Vincent Ross. She is left-handed. Having never really known her parents, she was raised in a series of upper class foster homes. She is currently in a relationship with Brian Montgomery Anderson. Brian is 17 years older than her and owns one of her diamonds and a large conglomerate of whistle factories. Lucia’s best friend is an avid collector of men called D’arcy. They frequent classy nightclubs and have few scruples.

2 Replies to “D’arcy Takes A Ride”

  1. Of course I had to.
    A Vegematic. Who knew?

  2. You just had to post this story, didn’t you? I still have a small scar from the stitches!

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