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Chapter Forty Four

Toni

It was ten more minutes until the police showed up.

When the cops came swaggering into the lobby, they found that the crowd had already thinned out.

Hannibal and his posse had left – the fighter being carried off to his Escalade by two members of his crew. Alexander’s crew had driven off in mute silence, their hasty exist recorded for posterity by countless reporters.

Within minutes, only a couple of dedicated reporters remained in the lobby itself – eyes and cameras turned towards James MacDonald.

The Scotsman, bundled up tissues stuffed in his bloody nose, was helping the hotel staff pick up the overturned coffee table, and push the sofas back into position.

“I’m so sorry about the disturbance,” he apologized, being achingly British about it.

Pulling off his sunglasses, the leading cop made a beeline for the familiar-looking fighter. With his face bloodied up, and his knuckles scraped, it was clear he was the source of the problem.

“Sir?” The leading cop asked, as the manager scurried over to meet them. “I need to ask you a few questions...”

*              *              *

“What took you so long?” When it was Toni’s turn to be questioned, she was the one doing the interrogation. “The fight broke out, like, thirty minutes ago.”

“We came as soon as we were called, ma’am,” the cop gave her a dirty look. “Now, can you just let
us
ask the questions?”

And, like that, James, Toni and the hotel manager each sat down with the cops and talked through the dramatic events of that morning. So did the bellboy, and the hotel guests who’d witnessed the fight.

Hell, even Taffy got questioned.

“Oh, you should have seen it, boyo,” the grey-haired little man grinned, as the cop asked for a blow-by-blow account. “My boy Jimmy
wiped the floor
with the black bastard.”

The cop, who was African American himself, was less than impressed by Taffy’s good-natured racism.

But less-than-impressed isn’t a crime.

“We’re going to go and interview Mr. Alexander,” the cop finally concluded, after spending twenty minutes at the scene. “Don’t any of you leave town, okay?”

“How can I?” Toni wailed. “I missed my goddamn flight.”

Chapter Forty Five

Toni

After the police had left, the General Manager remained to talk to Toni, James and Taffy.

Glancing over his shoulder, to make sure the cops were truly out of sight, Taffy reached into his pocket and passed the GM five carefully-folded hundred dollar bills.

“That’s for holding off calling the cops,” the little Welshman winked. “Thanks for that. Would have hated them to break up the fight early.”

The General Manager coughed loudly, and continued to hold out his hand.

“Okay, okay,” four more hundred dollar bills found their way from Taffy’s wallet to the GM’s hand. “That’s for the coffee table and the lamp, too.”

“Wait,” Toni watched this exchange with growing dread. “You
paid
for the cops not to show up?”

“That’s not all,” James growled, looming up behind Taffy and grabbing the tiny little Welshman by his collar. “I just asked the reporters over there – they said
you
were the one who’d called them, to tip them off about Toni staying here.”

“You did
what
?” Toni nearly slapped him herself.

Taffy’s face turned red. He shrugged good-naturedly.

“All’s well that ends well, boyo,” the Welshman grinned. “You got that rematch you wanted, didn’t you?”

“That
you
wanted,” James growled. “And I’d hardly call brawling in a hotel lobby a ‘rematch’.”

“Well, I would,” Taffy grinned. “And you won, didn’t you?”

“But what about
me
?” Toni cried. “You ruined my fucking career, you little bastard!”

“Calm down, love,” Taffy held up his hands defensively. “whatever happens, you were well shot of that bastard. You need a man who’ll treat you like the little
lady
you are.”

His eyes flashed.

“A man like
James
, here.”

Toni blushed. Then she looked up at James – and found the handsome Scotsman looking back down at her with a smile.

And, like that, the wicked little Welshman – who’d manipulated them both into this violent confrontation – managed to defuse the situation.

A mischievous grin stretched across his face, and he looked so innocent that even Toni lowered her hand and laughed bitterly.

“Why, you…”

James reached out and wrapped his hand in hers.

“Come on, sweetheart” he sighed. “Let’s get some breakfast, before we decide to throttle this little leek-eater.”

Epilogue

Toni

4 Weeks Later

Lying in a luxurious bed overlooking the Hollywood Hills, hip hop honey Toni Rome gave MMA fighter James MacDonald the blowjob of a lifetime.

She was devouring him like she hadn’t seen him in a month – which, as it happened, wasn’t that far from the truth.

Naked, on her hands and knees, with her round bottom stuck up provocatively in the air, Toni bobbed her head in the handsome Scotsman’s lap, swirling her tongue around the head of his straining shaft.

“Fuck me,” James groaned, arching his back as the gorgeous black girl took a break to slurp and lick his balls. “Jesus, that’s fucking
incredible
.”

Toni giggled, and wiggled her ass in the air.

With a wet-sounding ‘smack’ she pulled her lips from James’ cock, and murmured: “How about you give me some of those sweet kisses, baby?”

And, with that, she started shuffling around on the bed, swiveling until her curvy hips were level with James’ head.

He eagerly reached out for her, and the tiny black girl straddled his face.

“Mmmmph!” James’ rough, thick tongue slithered between the lips of Toni’s glistening pussy. “Mmmph!”

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” saliva drooled from Toni’s mouth, as she felt the exquisite sensation of James’ tongue swirling around her clitoris. “Oh, shit, baby…”

And then she opened her mouth in a silent scream, and lowered it back over his straining cock.

The two of them devoured each other for what seemed like an eternity – the wet sounds of suction and slurping echoing across the luxurious room.

Eventually, as Toni teased his taint with her tongue, and stroked his long, straining shaft with agile fingers, James couldn’t take it any longer.

He pulled his face from between her cheeks, and groaned: “I-I’m gonna cum, baby…”

“Oh, you’d better,” Toni’s eyes flashed, and she swallowed up his straining cock again.

Her tongue swirled. Her lips sucked. Her fingers caressed his balls, and even teased the entrance to his ass with an exploratory pinky.

And as she did that, Toni ground her curvy ass down on James’ face, riding his tongue as it slurped and slathered and swirled around her clitoris.

Somehow – incredibly – they both came at the same time.

“Fuuuuuck.”

Toni gushed into James’ mouth, and he relentlessly kept on devouring her. Meanwhile, he cock swelled, and throbbed, and finally spurted hot, salty cum across Toni’s tongue, and she gulped it down eagerly.

Only when they were both absolutely drained did they stop feasting on each other. Panting, gasping and groaning, Toni rolled off James’ long, lean body and flopped onto the covers.

They lay there, head-to-feet, gasping to get their breath back.

“Oh, shit, baby,” Toni eventually purred. “I missed you.”

“I could tell,” James grinned.

Struggling to sit up, the gorgeous black girl looked down at her muscular white lover.

“How was Vegas?”

“Good. They’re trying to find me a new opponent for next month.”

“Well, I hope they wrestle better than Baller.”

James laughed, and looked over at Toni. She looked beautiful, even with her hair messed up and his cum glistening on her chin.

The last few weeks had been a roller coaster ride for both of them.

For four days, James had been stuck in town while the police processed what had happened between him and Hannibal at the Hilton. Ultimately, Hannibal wrote a check for damaged furniture and all complaints were dropped – but that wasn’t good enough for the MMA fight commission.

They heard testimony from both sides, and ultimately suspected Hannibal for three months. More significantly, they annulled the result of the bout between him and James – ultimately making the split-decision defeat a blank slate for next time.

“And there’ll be a next time,” James grinned. “And I’ll show no mercy when there is.”

Toni grinned. Purring, she slopped down on the Scotsman’s chest, and ran her fingers through his reddish blonde chest hair.

As for her? Breaking up with Baller hadn’t been the disaster she’d feared it would.

The TMZ footage made its way online. Stories of Toni’s affair went viral.

There were some who hated her for it, of course. In fact, an entire Twitter hashtag campaign cropped up: “#hatethathoe”.

But other people saw it differently – like Oprah, who interviewed Toni about the scandal, and
Ebony
magazine, which ran a pictorial and essay about her escape from the ghetto, and subsequent independence from Hannibal Alexander.

“She’s bold, she’s black, and she don’t need no man” was the headline – and it came to define her.

“My new album hits next week,” Toni kissed James’ chest. “Will you make it to the launch party?”

James stroked her hair. “Only if you’ll make it to my next fight.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Their confrontation with Hannibal had thrust both James and Toni into the spotlight; and they were shining. But, more than that, they’d found each other.

And, as they lay entwined on that bed, bathed in the California sunshine, they both solemnly made promises never to lose their way again.

The End

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