"Hey, Lawson! You knocked that shit out tonight, man!"
A massive bald dude and a young brunette walked into Sangiovese. The second the bald guy spotted Lawson sitting alone at a round table, he shouted the greeting across the room like they were old drinking buddies.
It was pushing 11 PM and the bar crowd had already flipped. Early-evening regulars were gone; the late-night crew had rolled in.
"Dominic, buttering me up still ain't getting you a discount."
The bald giant laughed loud enough to shake the bottles and led the brunette straight over to Lawson's table.
"Let me introduce you. This is my sister, Mia. Mia, meet Lawson—the best driver in LA… second only to me."
"Nice to meet you!" Mia smiled big and bright, sticking her hand out.
Lawson took it with a polite half-shake, keeping it gentlemanly. He gave her a quick once-over. (Jordana Brewster as Mia) She had that same mixed Latin vibe as Dom—vibrant, full of energy, like she could dance samba on the hood of a car. Five-foot-seven, body built like a Brazilian beach day. Smoking hot.
He looked away fast. Staring at a guy's sister right after meeting her was a good way to catch hands.
Still, he was surprised. Dom usually kept Mia locked down tight, far away from his "business." Bringing her to Sangiovese tonight? This wasn't exactly a family-friendly spot.
"Dominic, I'm gonna have to call bullshit. I'm the best driver in LA."
"Wanna race for the title sometime?"
"You're on."
With the trash talk out of the way, Dominic shrugged a black duffel bag off his shoulder, dropped it on the table, and slid it toward Lawson.
"Forty grand like we agreed, plus an extra ten for the assist last time. Call it a bonus."
"Don't mind if I do." Lawson grinned, slinging the bag over his shoulder. He loved generous clients.
It didn't sound like crazy money, but back in the early 2000s a normal paycheck was maybe five hundred bucks a week. Fast-food guys at McDonald's or KFC were pulling two or three hundred. Ten grand? That was months of comfortable living if you weren't blowing it on dumb shit.
No wonder Dom had friends all over the LA underworld. Americans might not have some ancient "spread the wealth for justice" tradition, but everybody respected a guy who paid well.
Cash secured, Lawson called out to the owner. "Boss! Another bottle of whiskey! Gotta drink proper with Dom!"
The bottle showed up fast. Lawson and Dominic poured full glasses; Mia got a half. After they knocked the first one back, Dominic leaned in.
"You not even curious why I had you pull that job?"
"Dom, in this line of work, if I ain't supposed to know, I don't ask. Unless the client spills it himself, I just take the money and handle business."
Lawson gave a small smile. His handsome face made Mia stare for a second—she was clearly realizing how good an Eastern guy could look up close.
Dominic laughed and clapped him hard on the shoulder. "That's what I love about you! Professional, keeps your mouth shut, zero drama!"
Lawson shot him a fake-disgusted look and swatted the hand away. "Sorry, bro, I don't swing that way."
Dom froze for half a second, then punched him in the shoulder. "You piece of shit, messing with me like that!"
The punch actually stung—Dom was built like a tank. Lawson winced. Mia looked embarrassed. "Dom, why'd you hit him?"
"That's how we say hello! What's the problem?" The bald giant looked genuinely confused.
Lawson rolled his eyes. He hoped he'd be the one throwing those "hellos" next time.
"Dom, if you got more work, keep me in mind. I'm always around."
Dominic hesitated. He clearly had something cooking, but after only knowing Lawson a month he was still feeling him out.
"Dom, if it ain't convenient, no worries. We're good either way."
That easy vibe clearly hit Dom right. "Man, I just got a couple details I haven't locked down yet. Tell you what—if I need an extra set of wheels, you're the first call."
The big man killed the rest of his whiskey.
"Mia, we gotta bounce. Lawson, hit me up if you need anything."
Before they left, Mia gave Lawson a quick wink. She was definitely interested.
"Will do."
Lawson raised his glass, then downed the whiskey in one go. He watched the brother and sister—who looked nothing alike—head out. After sitting a little longer he paid his tab and left.
The neighborhood around Sangiovese was sketchy as hell and he was carrying fifty grand in cash, so Lawson stayed sharp. Hand wrapped around the Glock 18 in his pocket the whole walk home, half expecting some shadow to jump out. Last thing he needed was to light somebody up—the G18 hit like a buzzsaw.
Luckily the streets stayed quiet and he made it back to his rundown apartment building without drama.
He was halfway up the stairs when a heavy suitcase suddenly came tumbling down from above, nearly making him draw on instinct.
"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! This thing is way too heavy—did it hit you?"
A crisp, sweet female voice floated down from the dark landing. The cheap building's stairwell lights had been busted for months, so everything was pitch black. Slumlords never fixed shit that wasn't on fire.
Lawson flicked on his phone flashlight and aimed it up. The beam lit up a pure, innocent face, striking bright blue eyes, and a set of massive, glorious tits that completely betrayed the innocent vibe.
Alexandra Daddario?
Those headlights were burned into his brain from his old life. He never thought he'd run into the real thing.
"Ma'am, you need a hand?"
"Alexandra" was sprawled on the landing, probably tripped in the dark.
She was about to say no, but the second she saw the tall, handsome guy with that mysterious guy look standing below, she changed her mind.
"As you can see… I'm kinda stuck right now."'
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Lawson kept the flashlight steady while he climbed the last steps. Up close she was unreal—those heavy, perfect tits straining against a thin white tank top, nipples already hard and poking through like they had their own agenda. Her big blue eyes looked up at him through long lashes, lips parted just enough.
"I'm Alexandra," she said softly, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "But everybody calls me Alexa. And yeah… this stupid suitcase weighs more than I do."
"Lawson." His voice dropped low. He grabbed the heavy case like it weighed nothing and offered his other hand. "Let me get you to your door."
She took it. Her palm was warm and soft, and she didn't let go even after she was standing. Instead she stayed close, those massive tits brushing his arm as they climbed the last flight together.
"My place is right here—," she whispered when they reached her door. "The lock's tricky in the dark. Mind coming in for a second? Just till I get the lights on?"
Lawson's cock was already thickening from the way those blue eyes kept dropping to his crotch. No pressure. No games. The rules screamed in his head, but his dick had other plans.
He stepped inside.
The second the door clicked shut, Alexa didn't even bother with the lights. She dropped straight to her knees in the tiny entryway, suitcase forgotten.
"I've been dying to do this since I saw you in the stairwell," she breathed, looking up at him with that pure angel face while her hands worked his belt open like a pro. "You're fucking gorgeous. And after you helped me like that… I wanna thank you right."
She yanked his pants and boxers down in one smooth pull. His thick cock sprang out, heavy and already leaking, right in front of her lips. Alexa's eyes widened, a hungry little smile spreading across that innocent mouth.
"Oh my God… you're huge," she murmured, wrapping both soft hands around the base. She gave him a slow, twisting stroke, watching the vein throb. "Look at this pretty cock. So thick I can barely get my hands around it."
Before he could answer she leaned in and dragged her hot, wet tongue from his balls all the way up to the swollen head, swirling around the tip like it was her favorite flavor. A low groan ripped out of Lawson's throat.
Alexa giggled—sweet and filthy at the same time—then parted those plump lips and took him in.
The first few inches slid into wet velvet heat. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, blue eyes locked on his the whole time. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, flicking right under the head on every stroke. Saliva already dripped down her chin, shiny and nasty against that innocent face.
"Mmmph—" she moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. She pushed deeper until the fat head bumped the back of her throat, then kept going, relaxing until her nose pressed against his abs and every inch was buried in tight, rippling heat.
"Fuck, Alexa—" Lawson's hand slid into her dark hair, not forcing, just holding on while she worked him like she'd been waiting for this all night.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. "You like that? Like watching your big dick disappear down my throat?" She slapped the wet head against her tongue a few times, then dove back down—sloppier, greedier, gagging herself on purpose so her throat squeezed him tight.
Her massive tits bounced with every bob, nipples rock-hard. One hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently while the other stroked what her mouth couldn't take. She was drooling everywhere—down her chin, soaking her tank top, making the thin fabric cling transparent to those perfect tits.
Lawson's hips started moving on their own, shallow thrusts into her warm, willing mouth. Alexa moaned louder, encouraging him, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. She looked so fucking pure and so fucking slutty at the same time it was driving him crazy.
"I'm close," he warned, voice rough.
She pulled off just long enough to gasp, "Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. Please—"
Then she swallowed him to the hilt again, humming around his cock, throat milking him. Lawson groaned deep, hips jerking as he exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped straight down her throat. Alexa took every drop, swallowing greedily, tongue still swirling even as he softened.
When he finally stopped pulsing she pulled off slow, licking her lips clean with a satisfied little sigh.
"Mmm… you taste even better than you look," she whispered, voice husky. Still on her knees, chin shiny, tits heaving, she looked up at him with those bright blue eyes. "That was just the beginning, Lawson. My suitcase can wait… but I can't. Bedroom's right down the hall. Bring that gorgeous cock with you."
She stood up slow, took his hand, and led him deeper into the dark apartment, already peeling her soaked tank top over her head.