The Narcissist Chronicles by Lisa Maliga

Author:Lisa Maliga
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: narcissism, lisa maliga, narcissist, love me need me: a narcissist's tale, I WANT YOU: Seduction Emails from a Narcissist, love addiction, online predator, zombie writer, arlen j. stevenson, helena hoffman, online stalker, myspace
Publisher: Lisa Maliga
Published: 2013-06-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 47

Arlen J. Stevenson

February 2007

I knew whom I wanted to win the competition – NoMoSkankHo – without question. The name, the face, the bountiful bodacious boobs, she had it all. And she was less than 100 miles away from me in a little border town between Georgia and Florida. I had recently purchased a newer, and unfortunately, more expensive version of The Gift Bag. It was next to me in my truck as I was racing towards the PH for a weeknight rendezvous with a woman I had guaranteed would win the AB Contest and have her pictures displayed in the real Penthouse magazine and get a contract with one of the many porn companies that populated Helena’s hometown. Any woman who showed up at the PH was willing to do one thing – fuck and get fucked. An invite to the PH meant just that and whether it was with me, one of the BEQ, or all four of us, that horny woman who walked up that gravel walkway leading to the rustic lakefront house’s door, was morally available and not fouled up with puritanical thinking.

My phone rang and for a minute I thought it was NoMoSkankHo living up to her name and canceling out on me. I thought of how I’d left work early and had done a bag check to ascertain that everything was in there. I didn’t have to bring anything for myself; I was well stocked at the PH. I looked at the incoming number and recognized it and after a “howdy honey” I was hearing the sexiest voice west of the Suwannee River.

“Now sweetie pie,” she drawled in an accent even heavier than mine, “I hope you got your seat belt buckled tight cause you ‘n me are gonna ride like the wind,” said NoMoSkankHo in a way that had my nine and one half inches of 100% titanium loverod straining to leave my britches.

“Darlin’,” I never could say or think her name without a laugh, “I am ready to cum right here and now!” I looked at my watch. “I’ll be there in ten minutes, okay love?”

“I’m already here I just pulled up to the house and parked near the side, it’s dark here...”

“Honey, you park wherever you want to. I’ll be there in eight minutes, I’m making good time!”

When I pulled down the gravel road, making a right then a left, I smiled as I saw the brightly lit PH sign that my pal Russell had made recently. It read “Pent House, Alabama Population: 4, Laides Welcome!”

I always smiled at the deliberate misspelling and knew that more than half the “laides” that showed up never caught it.

At the end of the driveway was a small dark Honda Civic and I saw the inside light was on and the inhabitant was holding a mirror and applying makeup. She obviously saw me because a few seconds later the driver’s side door burst open and out stepped the hottest blonde chick I’d seen all year.

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