Living in a big city where you have access to many different things is a great thing according to many. That’s the case with Michelle. Young, beautiful, go-getter attitude is Michelle Bryant. The life of this young hottie is one that most women would want to emulate even if for a day. She has everything at her finger tips and sees the world as her gold mine. So naturally Michelle would want someone like her, but what Michelle has in her mine will definitely leave you wondering.
Deep in the heart of Phoenix Arizona, Michelle lives, works and know how to have fun. Her life is a fabulous one filled with friends, family and all the men she can get her hands on. However what Michelle wants is a man, a rich man who can love her and care for her in more ways than anyone can imagine.
As the week starts Michelle wakes up in her upscale Phoenix town home that she has decked out with designer goods and more art work than anyone her age. Looking at the clock she had time to play a little. She called up her friend and left soft sensual messages on his voicemail. As she hung up she bit her lip as it really got her hot and bothered. This was typical for Michelle to do because for some time she wanted her man or at least she thought he was her man. It was time for her to leave for work so she jumped in her BMW and hit the interstate. When she arrived she hurried in her office and made a quick call to her same friend. Again no one answered nor called her back. Michelle didn’t care; she was into him and wanted him to know it. While at work for the day a co-worker walked up to her and asked to speak to her privately. Michelle looked at him in a puzzled way. After getting into the office the co-worker James who was the top manager for the company asked did she know of anyone making obscene phone calls to Darryl Thomas. Michelle shook her head no, and said, “Why would you ask me, I don’t know who he is.” “Come on Michelle, everyone knows who Darryl Thomas is, he’s the top NBA player in the league and his company won numerous awards this year.” “No I’m sorry I still don’t know who you are referring to.” She then walked out, but again bit her lip as she knew who Darryl Thomas was. To Michelle Darryl Thomas was her friend, her man, her lover. She knew him quite well. When Michelle returned to her office she started thinking about Darryl Thomas, and the things she wanted to do to him. She barely could focus on her work because she wanted to see and here her man.
After the work day ended she quickly packed up her Louis Vuitton brief case and left for the day. As she was driving she sent text messages and left a titillating voice mail for her man. Getting with Darryl Thomas was what Michelle wanted. For a young ambitious woman like Michelle to do this wasn’t anything knew. Partying, hanging out and meeting men in the best clubs in Phoenix is what Michelle and her friends did all the time. They are always at the top spots where they meet basketball players, football players and famous actors. While at a Party one night, at a exclusive celebrity club is where Michelle met Darryl Thomas. It was a meeting that would go on forever, at least in with Michelle. Michelle instantly became attracted to him and did everything she could do to get next to him, including reading “how to be a groupie and be damn good at it.” This set the stage for Michelle to be in Darryl Thomas’s life for as long as she wanted.
Arriving home she ran straight in the house to get on the phone to call her man. She bit her lip while talking very dirty to him. Calling Darryl was like a job for her. It consisted of calling him before work, calling him at work, calling while on her way home from work, and calling him after she arrived home from work. Michelle didn’t see it as her being a groupie, she saw it as calling and getting next to her man. It was her way of getting what she wanted by any means necessary. Finally after showering and putting on more comfortable clothing, she decided to called her favorite girlfriend up. That girlfriend knew all to well about groupie status. Her name was Regan. Regan was a white busty girl who dated all sorts of celebrities. She knew how to be at all the right spots and get her hands on men with money. However, Michelle didn’t fit that mold. She was the typical black chick with a nice curvy figure. Weaves were her friend and being decked out in the latest designer ware was what this chick was all about. One thing for sure, she handled her business with big ambition and determination. Money was her best friend because she made lots of it and needed lots of it to support her life style. She had all the things that a man would want without her being a groupie. Since her hookup with Regan the groupie effect rubbed off on her, but in a way that wasn’t normal.
As Michelle picks up the phone to call up Regan, she gets a knock at her door. It was the cops. Opening the door she couldn’t imagine why the cops were at her home. Michelle opens the door and the detective asked if she was Michelle Bryant. Michelle says yes. Then there was a pause that seemed like an eternity. “Mr. Detective what is this all about?” “I have things to do this evening.” “Well Michelle, do you know a Darryl Thomas?” “Yes we have gone out a few times.” The detective looked at her very confused.” “Are you sure you know Darryl Thomas.” “Yes we were dating at one point.” “Ms Bryant I think you are very confused about something.” “What do you mean detective?” “I mean the Darryl Thomas that you are saying you have been out with is married and doesn’t know you.” “Look detective there must be some kind of a mix up because Darryl and I talk all the time.” “Ms Bryant there was a report made that someone was harassing him and it linked back to you.” “Detective you are mistaken I would never harass anyone. I mean look at me, I am all that.” “Well I just came over here to talk with you, and if you do call Mr. Thomas again you will be arrested for harassment, got that!” “What ever detective.” When Michelle closed the door she knew very well what the detective was talking about. It was only in Michelle’s mind that she and Darryl were together. For some reason she convinced herself that they were together and in a relationship. She told herself everyday, “why would Darryl Thomas resist me, I’m pretty, damn good in bed, and a strong woman.” To her it was real and not a joke.
After closing the door she finally called Regan. She told Regan what happened with the detective asking her all sorts of questions. Regan thought it was odd also, but kept it moving onto something else. The two hotties were going out for the evening at the premier hot spot in down town Phoenix. The upscale night club was called “Donovan’s.” It was owned by a multimillion dollar business man from London. After hanging up with Regan she went to get ready, but not before she called her man Darryl again. This time instead of calling his cell phone she called his house. A lady answered the phone and wanted to know who Michelle was. Michelle bit her lip as all the drama and the action got her hot and bothered. She told the lady on the other end of the phone to tell Darryl to call her if he wanted some tonight, then she hung up. As she hung up the lady was about to get irate with her. Michelle hung up smiling and laughing. It was Darryl’s wife on the other end, and she didn’t care. It was time to get ready to party the night away. Deciding between the Gucci dress and the Christian Dior dress was hard, but she went with the Gucci. She fixed her hair that she just got done the other day at “Sharmein’s premier weaves. Then it was time to dip out and party.
Regan arrived in a limo decked out for the privileged. “Hey Regan girl what’s up?” “Nothing much, but that damn detective shit, I can’t believe he came to me and thought I was the one who did that shit.” “Well Michelle are you and Darryl seeing one another?” “We were at one time, but he’s married and I can’t deal with that shit girl.” Regan looked at Michelle and didn’t recall Michelle even mentioning Darryl as a potential suitor. Everyone knows Darryl Thomas. It’s not like people don’t know about his life, and how much he loves his wife and kids. Regan didn’t say what she was thinking, but said “Michelle if you are seeing Darryl then good for you, because he has bank!” Michelle smiled and drank her champagne. They finally arrived at Donovan’s. The party was bumpin and everyone you could think of was partying inside. The two got in with ease, and went in to scope out the place. Just then Michelle noticed Darryl Thomas was in the house. She smiled from ear to ear. Regan noticed Michelle starring at Darryl like she was in a trans. Regan finally tapped Michelle on the shoulder, but Michelle didn’t answer. Regan looked at her and told her she was obsessed but that didn’t sway her from eyeing Darryl.
As the party continued Michelle finally got herself together. She was having a great time chatting it up with different people and of course getting phone numbers. All night she kept her eye on Darryl. At times she even stopped to make calls to his phone and leave sensual and sexual messages. Darryl just played it like he didn’t know what was going on. The party was finally winding down and Regan and Michelle was about to leave, until Michelle told Regan to go on with out her. The two went their separate ways for the evening. Michelle knew that Darryl was still in the club with a bunch of his NBA buddies, so she took upon herself to break into his car and plant herself in the back seat. She waited and waited. While waiting she made phone calls, sent text messages and surfed the internet. Finally she spotted Darryl coming out of Donovan’s. She scooted down in the back seat to hide. This was her chance for him to know that she was into him and wanted him badly. As Darryl opened the door he looked around then sat in his seat. Michelle being very quiet laid as still as ever. When Darryl started the car, and drove off, Michelle pops up out of know where with her small gun and tells him to the hell pull over! He does just as she says. She hops up in the front passenger seat with ease and crosses her legs because after all she was a lady. Darryl looks at her and says “you are the one who’s been calling me everyday for the last six months!” “Bitch what the hell is wrong with you, and who the fuck are you?” “Look Darryl from the first time I met you, I knew you were the one for me.” “I couldn’t help but to contact you and try to get at you.” “Don’t you understand, I’m in love with you and I know you love me.” “We had a special moment that night and I know you loved it just as well as I did.” “Don’t fight it Darryl we belong together.” As Michelle was talking Darryl was thinking of ways he could get away with out getting his ass shot. “Look whatever your name is I have a wife and kid at home and they love me and I love them.” “Now do us a favor and put down the gun!” Darryl was shaking in his boots and about to piss him self. Michelle held the gun firmly and told him “look either you love me and only me or I blow your ass out this mutherfucking car!” “If I can’t have you then that damn dog of a wife you have at home ain’t gone get your ass neither!” “Now you see Darryl, give me what I want and I will be happy.” “I don’t mind going off, I may be pretty but I will kill your ass!” “Look Michelle; see I got your name right.. just put down the gun and we can talk about this.” “I ain’t doing shit unless you agree to divorce your wife and marry me!” “Michelle these things are going to take time, but I’ll do what I can so we can be together.” Darryl said calmly. It was obvious that Darryl was trying to save his own skin. Michelle knew that and she wouldn’t let up until…
A car pulls up and lights are everywhere. Then another car pulls up, and some tall guys get out and start walking near Darryl’s car. Darryl, by this time is thinking “this bitch got the fucking mob after my ass.” “I can’t believe she went to this length to get to me!” What Darryl didn’t know was that his wife Sonya was with the tall guys who happened to be his buddies from Donovan’s. They knock on the car window to see what was happening. Michelle was still holding the gun up to Darryl’s face. They knock on the window again and then again. Someone then says “Darryl are you ok man?” Darryl couldn’t look nor move, the gun was way to close. Then all of a sudden Ashton Cutcher walks from around the other car and tells Darryl that he was punked! The film crew comes out with cameras and everyone starts laughing hysterically. Michelle who was holding the gun was laughing so hard she was crying. Everyone played a huge part in this charade. Darryl jumps out the car and says “ah man yall got me!” “Wifey you in on this to?” “Yep and yo ass got punked!”
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