Baring it All (part 24) The D.J. Maurice Santana ignored his ringing phone as he packed. The police had been knocking on his door earlier today but he had not answered. He'd seen the story on the news and knew he had to get out of town soon. He wished he had not gotten up last night to go bail out Marissa. If he had just stayed at home, he thought. Last night he'd watched the HOTTEST show he'd ever seen in his 3 years at Chocolate Paradise. He had a bird's eye view from the D.J. booth, his dick was rock-hard and he knew he needed to fuck. He'd said good-bye to Tori who was lurking around the ladies dressing rooms and headed outside. He'd always found the West Indian bartender kind of weird, especially the way he always looked at the dancers so he didn't bother asking him what he was up to. She was waiting for him by his truck, smiling when he walked out. He knew he shouldn't take her home, but she was so sexy and he was so horny. They had driven to his apartment in silence and began kissing as soon as he opened his door. She knew all his spots by heart and was turning him on fast. They scattered clothes all over the living room finally tumbling naked onto the couch. She eagerly spread her legs as he dug his dick into her pussy. "Mmmm" he moaned as he felt her sticky wetness. He stroked his dick deeper into her hot hole. He felt her pussy's muscles gripping his dick and pumped into her harder, and deeper. He pushed her legs open wider rotating his hips. He'd always loved fucking her and tonight was no different. She seemed to have the warmest, wettest pussy he'd ever felt. He loved the way she tightened her kegals around his dick and pumped into him. He covered her mouth with his sucking her tongue deep into his throat. Their tongues swirled around and around each other's. She gripped his dick tighter and tighter with her pussy humping her hips against him. Maurice couldn't hold back any longer and climaxed pushing his dick deep inside her. They had fallen asleep on his couch, their naked bodies still entwined. The ringing phone had awakened him. He kissed her before leaving to pick up Marissa, she was barely awake and he wasn't sure if she heard him tell her where he was going. When he returned home she was gone. He had tried calling her but she didn't answer. Maurice had lay down on the couch and fallen back to sleep. When he awoke he turned on the TV and went to make himself some lunch. He was in the kitchen making a sandwich and couldn't find his big knife to cut it in half. He decided to eat it whole and walked back into the living room. He dropped his plate on the floor as he listened to the story. He had begun packing without bothering to clean up the mess. He'd stopped only briefly when he heard the police knocking at his door. He had stood motionless and silent so they would not hear until he was sure they were gone. Maurice finished packing and checked outside. Several of his neighbors were lingering around. He lay across his bed and decided to wait for the cover of darkness before leaving. He thought he would call his mother as soon as he was in Puerto Rico. She'd be glad to see him, he knew. No questions, just a place to lie low, until it was safe to come back.