Killmonger's One-Shot Collection

Deadly Addictions, Part 4

Mirra opened her door one early morning after hearing the doorbell ring. She was half asleep with the crust still in her eye and husk in her voice.

"What the fuck, Ramone!"

"Get dressed hermosa, you and me, we're going for a run."

"Ramone, you need to call me before you pop up like this."

"Go, go! Throw something on we'll run in your neighborhood and get some air."

Mirra hesitantly changed from jammies to a old sweatshirt and sweatpants, her feet dragging. Outside in the crisp morning air, she stretched releasing loud groans and cracks. She was jogging next to Ramone and waking up her body. Fourty minutes later after silently circling the neighborhood, they were sitting on her front steps.

"You've been avoiding me." He held up a hand when Mirra tried to explain. She wasn't sure what would come out, but she planned to make up something. "No.. you've been avoiding me," he reiterated, "And it's fine, but know that I will still come for our regular jogs or walks and I expect you to come outside and join me. Ok?"

"Ramone."

"AH-AH! No. The correct answer is? Let's hesr it.."

"Yes, Ramone," Mirra's words dragged. She sighed with trepidation, but also relief. Regardless of her efforts to avoid him, Ramone was there, expecting nothing but the pleasure of her company. It was very.. sexy..

She'd invite him in for a quick romp, but she was still afraid. She needed that testing and when the day came, finally she had it. Negative on all 10 counts. Never again would she get drunk enough to forget a condom, this was another shot of ice water.. a wake-up call to step up her personal safety measures and stop fucking around. She couldn't be so risky or else it would bring some very deadly consequences. She'd been spared.

In celebration, she took the opportunity to reply to a few of her good fans. She'd been hesitant considering her health was up in the air. "Yes, I can meet you," she typed to a local. He was in Los Angeles and ready at any point.

Mirra made her usual array of size and design choices for condoms available and she jawed the dick until it was gummy. This fan was an appreciative gentleman which was a welcome cleanser from her previous experience. She was feeling validated. Feeling good and safe enough to get back out there.

Mirra went to pick up her mother Janie and little brother Monroe, taking them to Beverly Hills for a couple of hours. They visited the designer shops where she let them each choose something within a budget. "Don't say I never gave you anything," she teased as Monroe dropped a heavy hand on her head. On any other occasion she'd have gotten revenge on the overgrown sprout, but she was in a good mood. Dinner was also on her at a spot called Maestro's, a snazzy chophouse with tasty steaks and a posh environment.

"Stop dancing and go pee," Monroe bossed copying her words to him all his life as she stood crossing her legs having had another sex flashback.

"Shut the fuck up," she whispered. He was ruining it by talking. She continued to squeeze her thighs together enjoying the subtle stimulation it caused.

"Stop that you're in public," her mother swatted.

"I just gotta pee, I wanna order first."

When they were seated Janie popped her thigh under the table. Mirra continued to give herself the subtle pressure and satisfaction as she waited, imagining her scenes and her last polite client.. the man and the woman from Club Rot. She couldn't help how vivid she imagined these things, her body remembered each sensation and she felt it all again, wanting to do it all again.