The Commando and the Call Girl by Adonisblack1..,
Hello all. I’m attempting a new series that I hope you’ll find entertaining, engaging, and hopefully very hot! The story is fiction and takes place in a land of make-believe where STDs don’t exist. As always, I love feedback. If you hate it, please let me know that and why. If you love it, I’d like to know that as well.
Enjoy!
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“Since I was 18 years old, I’ve been killing. It’s the only thing that I’m proficient at. A government-sanctioned hit man if you will.
One day you’re swearing fealty to the U.S Constitution in a MEPS station, and the next, you’re in a country you’ve never heard of, ending the lives of men that swore similar oaths in their own versions of a military processing station.
And what’s even more disjointed is the fact that many times, I had no idea of the why.”
“Do you really have 75 confirmed kills, Sgt. Jefferson?”
“The word you’re looking for is “official” kills. My confirmed kills is a vastly different number.”
“If that’s true, then why did the government…”
“Lie? Because the government, at the end of the day is made up of humans. Flawed creatures who think just like you and me. And the thought of a man with 221 kills sitting next to the avg American family at a baseball game or in a movie theater is simply too terrible a thought to contemplate.”
“But why is 75 better than 221?”
“We had reporters embedded with our unit for those kills. It makes it somewhat of a daunting task to deny the 75 at that point.”
“I must admit, I find you to be an interesting character, Calvin.”
“And I find this to be a waste of time. I don’t understand why I needed a psyche eval before I could reenlist.”
“They’re not going to allow you to reenlist Calvin.”
“They? Those are weasel words doctor. Who exactly is “they?”
Dr. Carolyn Barnes looked upon the somewhat fidgety, and very agitated SFC Calvin Jefferson. She thought to herself, “this is one handsome and fine ass brother! He’s got that Denzel swag down to a tee, and he’s single!
Why the hell is he so eager to go back to a war just to try and cheat death once more”?
“They”, as you put it are the federal government. This session is not to determine your fitness to serve, but rather it’s to determine your fitness to live in society.”
“Like Mitch Leary said in the movie, “In The Line Of Fire”, “we can’t have monsters combing the quiet countryside now can we?”
“Who are your heroes Calvin?”
“I’m 26, Dr.Barnes. I stopped my hero worship about three Spider-Man franchises ago.”
“Where do you turn for inspiration? The Bible perhaps?”
“You ever read the Bible Dr. Barnes? Not a lot of inspiration to be gained from a set of books mostly focused on superstition, genocide and misogyny.”
“I see.”
“And if I had to guess. I’d say that Maya Angelou is where you find inspiration?”
“As a matter of fact, that’s correct. How did you know this Calvin?”
“Inductive reasoning. I’ve never met a black woman who wasn’t a Maya Angelou fan.”
“Do you like philosophy Calvin?”
“I have a few favorites.”
“Like who?”
“David Goggins, David Hume and Christopher Hitchens.”
“I didn’t realize that David Goggins was a philosopher.”
“Why not? Is it because he is still alive? Or is it because he is black?”
“It doesn’t become you to play the race card Calvin.”
“And that’s what I took from listening to Goggins. He doesn’t play the race card and neither do I.
He’s the guy that faces up to adversity and says “fuck you! You aren’t going to beat me today”. He’s a true American.”
“And the other two? Weren’t they both atheists?”
“Yes, and Hitch made a habit out of owning Christian apologists in debates. He had one rough outing against William Lane Craig, but other than that, he was money.”
“Yes, I’m fairly familiar with what became known as “Hitchen’s Razor”, “That which can be asserted without evidence, can be dismissed just as easily.”
“That’s correct doctor.”
“Do you have a god belief Calvin?”
“If I say yes, will you then help me to convince the army to let me reenlist?”
“No.”
“Then no, I don’t believe.”
“That’s something I don’t see very often.”
“What? A black atheist?”
“Yes.”
“I’m like the person that wrote this phrase on a wall in a concentration camp during WW2, “if there is a god, he’ll have to beg for my forgiveness”.
I’ve seen far too much Dr. Barnes. There is nothing pointing to a god in any of the carnage and death that I’ve waded through over the years.”
“And you like Goggins so much, why?”
“Because he tells it like it is. He tells you that while you may give every kid a participation trophy, the one that you want on the wall at night while you sleep is the one that earned his accolades.”
“Well, it appears that our time is up Calvin. I look forward to seeing you next week.”
“Thanks, but I’m not coming back.”
“You’re not? But the army says…”
“The army says that I can’t reenlist. The army can go fuck itself. It doesn’t get to dictate my life anymore.”
“Calvin, there is more to life than fighting wars.”
“I’m a soldier Dr. Barnes. And I’m a damn good one. Where would we be if someone had told Red Adair that there was more to life than fighting oil well fires?”
The very next day.
“Since I was 18, I’ve been shaking my naked plump black ass on stage, or selling it behind closed doors. I typically make three thousand dollars a day from my efforts.” Tiffany Soloman said as she laid down on Dr. Barnes’ couch.”
“But you don’t walk away with that money entirely. Where does the rest of it go?”
“I have to kick upstairs to the mafia. Just like everyone else.”
“I don’t kick upstairs to the mob Tiffany.”
The voluptuously plump yet somewhat diminutive honey skinned patient of Dr. Barnes laughed out loud at the physician’s apparent naivety.
“Did I say something amusing?”
“Yes. Everyone kicks up to the mafia in this town, doctor. Most by commission and the rest by omission.”
“Has your hair always been silver, Tiffany?”
“Pretty much. Besides, my clients love my silver bob cut.”
“So much so that you can afford to charge $1000 per session?”
“Hell, that’s the same amount that you charge me.” Tiffany replied almost scornfully, as she added, “per session”, at the end.
“Well, I’m justified, and I have the degrees, plural, to prove it.”
“And I have this.” Tiffany replied as she stood from the couch, turned her back to Dr. Barnes and slapped her own ass with both hands.
I paid 30 thousand for this ass. I’ll be damned if I’m going to give it away for $50 a screw.” She said as she twerked and made her panty free ass cheeks clap under her dress.
Dr. Barnes, who had a bit of an unorthodox style in treating her psyche patients, nearly lost all vestiges of professionalism as she found her own pussy juices churn while watching the display.
“I could enter porn right now and do nothing but gonzo and make $2000 per flick. My manager assured me of that.” Tiffany bragged.
“And by “manager”, you actually mean your pimp.”
“He’s my boyfriend doctor.”
“Oh is he? And here I thought that he was a capo in the crime family that bore his name. Tony Lino of the notorious Lino Crime family.
A married Tony Lino to boot.”
“Maybe I like it that way.” Tiffany replied in a voice that sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of this than anyone else. “Maybe I don’t want a man hanging around me twenty four seven and I’m having to deal with his…baggage.