Chapitre 33: Chapter 33: Feeling Lost In The Sauce
The next day,
"Wake yo ass up."
*Slap*
"Ugh." Ricky groaned as a hand print appeared on his face as Madame St. Clair stood before him with a disappointed look.
"God, you look and smell like sh*t." Madame waved her hand while shaking her hand as she threw a pair of pants at him.
"And through all of that, you still got laid." Madame shook her head while looking at three of her fellow black sisters strung all across a luxury bed with dried cum staining their mouths, pussy, and asses.
'At least I know his preference is simply women.' Madame raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms at the state he left them in.
"What time is it-'' Ricky asked, wiping his nose as he had some dried blood residue appear on his hand.
"Time? Boy, it's been three days-...….what the f*ck were you on?" Madame let out in exasperation as she ain't never seen a white boy party as the one before her.
*DING*
[Mission Received: Everlean Carter]
Difficulty: Easy
Character Sheet: C+
Description: Recently found out her fiance was cheating on her and decided to go out on the town with her two best friends. All sense of responsibility is gone tonight and you so happened to stumble across the perfect opportunity.
Objective: All it takes is one time in order to get stuck with a kiddo, impregnate this lucky or unlucky girl.
Reward: 10,000 IP
Main Mission:
Impregnante Everlean Once:
Choose: 50 gacha or Everlean Skills
Impregnate Twice:
Rewards: ?????????
Additional Missions:
Cum inside of Everlean while making out with another girl(Complete):
Reward: 20,000 IP
F*ck Everlean until she passes out(Complete):
Reward: Rare Skill Coupon
Cum inside Everlean's Pussy three times(Incomplete):
Reward: +4 Agility
Bonus Missions:
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Cum inside of Everlean while making out with another girl(Complete):
Reward: Rare Familiar Coupon
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Get Everlean to do a spit take with Azalea(Completed):
Reward: Rare Skill Coupon
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[Mission Received: Mayola Davis]
Difficulty: Easy
Character Sheet: C
Description: Has had dead end after dead end when it came to dating and has recently become fed up with the local cats in the area. She wants to experience a night she'll never forget until the end of her days
Objective: Give Mayola that special night in more than one way, if you know what I mean.
Reward: 10,000 IP
Main Mission:
Impregnante Mayola Once:
Choose: 50 gacha or Mayola Skills
Impregnate Twice:
Rewards: ?????????
Additional Missions:
Cum inside all three of Mayola's holes(Complete):
Reward: Rare Weapon Coupon
–(Secret Mission)Make Mayola organism on each time you came inside her holes(Complete):
–Reward: Epic Weapon Coupon
Have Mayola throw away her pride(Complete):
Reward: +6 Strength
Fuck Mayola into Submission(Complete):
Reward: +4 Vitality
Bonus Missions:
Cum inside Mayola more than two times(Completed):
Reward: +2 Stamina
Get Mayola to swallow your cum(Completed):
Reward: Common Skill Coupon
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Make Mayola cum with only your fingers(Complete):
Reward: +3 Strength
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[Mission Received: Azalea Harris]
Difficulty: Easy
Character Sheet: C-
Description: Azalea is secretly in love with her best friend Everlean however she's desperately afraid of this fact and is content with just being her friend. It might be beneficial to seduce Mayola if you want to have her in your bed.
Objective: Take advantage of Azalea Harris' love and knock her up for it.
Reward: 10,000
Main Mission:
Impregnante Once:
Choose: 50 Gacha or Azalea Harris
Impregnate Twice:
Rewards: ?????????
Additional Missions:
Impregnante Irene with her first ever time(Completed):
Reward: Rare Equipment Coupon
Get Azalea to beg you to come inside her(Incomplete):
Reward: Rare/Uncommon skill Coupon
Coerce Azalea to confess her love for Everlean after creampieing her(Incomplete):
Reward: Rare Weapon Coupon
Bonus Missions:
Get Azalea to do a spit take with Everlean(Completed):
Reward: Rare Skill Coupon
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Have Azalea swallow every drop of her share of the cum from the spit take(Completed):
Reward: +3 Agility
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The notification made Ricky's eyes widen as he glanced around, taking in the sight of the three beautiful black women surrounding him.
"We need to go." Ricky, seeing countless responsibilities laying all around him, carefully slipped out before grabbing his clothes.
Madame shook her head, her expression clearly judgmental as she looked not only at Ricky but also at the three women.
"Black power my ass." As they left the hotel room, Ricky hurriedly putting on his shoes, Madame turned around to watch him pass by.
"I need to-"
"You ain't going anywhere, your a f*cking mess and if your daddy ain't gonna knock some sense into you then I'm going to." Madame grabbed Ricky's collar as he was walking towards the elevator in a sassy tone.
"Listen, your not my mommy-"
"Yet here I am, cleaning up all of your sh*t." Madame put a finger in front of him as she moved her head side to side.
"And don't you dare raise your tone with me after the stunt you pulled." Madame pushed Ricky while opening the elevator to reveal Bumpy in a neckbrace.
"Now get in this elevator, we're going to talk whether you want to or not." Madame demanded, and Ricky looked at her for a moment before sighing and complying with her instructions.
Like before, Ricky didn't even remember what he did but it seemed that he owed Madame which is why he followed along, at least for now.
Madame didn't talk to Ricky until they reached the car before she suddenly looked at him disapprovingly.
"Listen, your apart of something bigger-"
"Can we talk about this later-"
*SLAP*
"Oh no, you ain't interrupting me." Madame put a finger in front of Ricky's face after slapping him once again but this time on the other cheek.
"This is bigger than you, than me. We're making history and your out here sniffing lines of coke off of f*cking bags while sticking your willy into any b*tch who'd spread her legs." Madame lectured Ricky as he showed a horrified look.
"Don't tell me I slept with any fat or ugly chicks." Ricky asked while messaging his face in immense regret as Madame's jaw dropped in shock.
"Really Slick." Bumpy sighed heavily as it jarred Madame back into reality as she held her purse into the air.
"WHAT!"
*SMACK*
"Ow~"
"IS!
*SMACK*
"Ow!"
"WRONG!
*SMACK*
"OW!"
"WITH!
*SMACK*
"OW, I GET-"
"YOU!"
*SMACK*
"DAMMIT STOP!" Ricky grabbed her purse as Madame was hitting him with it with every word.
"Jesus Christ Bumpy, we're screwed." Madame leaned back in her seat while holding her head in immense grief.
"Agreed." Bumpy immediately responded as Ricky rubbed his back in an effort to make the stinging stop.
"Can you just calm down?" Ricky asked and Madame scoffed while showing a false smile.
"Oh I'm sorry Slick, I'm sorry that your friend died and the other is gonna be a cripple." Madame sarcastically mocked him, prompting Ricky to show a deadpan expression.
"Hey, don't mock my friends." Ricky's expression remained serious as Bumpy began to sweat, but Madame simply crossed her arms, observing the scene with a steely gaze.
"Oh so now they're your 'friends'? Leaving at the eulogy of your supposed 'friends' funeral doesn't seem like something a 'friend' would do." Madame words hit Ricky right in the stomach as he looked away in shame.
"God Slick, why don't you grow the f*ck up." Madame lectured Ricky who shook his head with an ironic smile.
"Am I not allowed to grieve-"
"Oh hell no, that wasn't grieving, that was suppressing." Madame pointed towards him, causing Ricky to immediately fall silent.
"You need to grow up Slick and be a man." Madame said, and Ricky rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Whatever-"
"What, you think you're the only one to have one of your friends murdered?" Madame asked as Ricky looked at a wave of sadness rippling across her eyes.
"You think that I never had friends who were taken unjustly, you think I never had to go to the morgue to identify a brutally beaten and mangled body?" Madame asked Ricky who looked down as she scoffed.
"This is how I grieve Madame." Ricky stubbornly let out however it only made her burst out laughing.
"Well then you better grow the f*ck out of it, be like the rest of us and grieve behind closed doors." Madame pushed Ricky as he swayed with the motion.
"Your apart of something bigger, your a leader-"
"Well I didn't ask for this-"
"Most don't." Madame interrupted Ricky, and he promptly closed his mouth.
"You think I'm tired of being thrown in jail for standing up for my basic human rights? You think I don't wake up everyday and don't want to stand up for what I believe in?" Madame asked Ricky who pursued his lips.
"Then don't, you don't owe no one anything." Ricky heartlessly said as Madama let out a sigh while shaking her head at the selfish asshole in front of her.
"I do it because no one else will." Madame pointed out as Bumpy nodded his head along with her.
"Anyone can follow Slick, but only a few can rise up to the occasion and lead." Madame opened the car door as they arrived at the graveyard.
Ricky flinched but soon realized this wasn't the graveyard where Rocco was buried and slowly, he got out of the car.
"Where are we-"
"Just shut up and follow me." Madame beckoned as she walked with Bumpy in toe, Ricky looking around but sighed and followed along.
Ricky looked around with a raised eyebrow until Madame stopped in front of a gravestone with a smile.
"This is Bobby Dukes, he was one of the first ever friends I made after I emigrated to America." Madame patted the gravestone as she gazed at the messy appearance of Ricky.
He hadn't even buttoned his shirt correctly, leaving it askew along with his pants, which sagged slightly without a belt.
Ricky didn't even bother with shoes, opting for just socks on the damp ground, showing he didn't care about his appearance.
"He died because he talked back to a white man, the white man and some of his friends dragged him to a random back alley where they beat his head in with a brick." Madame patted the gravestone with a mourning face.
"Over here, that was Tally Richards." Madame backed up as she patted the next gravestone as Ricky started to frown.
"She didn't even do anything and simply walked down a road late at night, but was raped and found dead on the streets the next morning." Madame showed a sad expression before taking a couple steps back to the next grave.
This repeated and Madame continued down the line of all of her losses while telling their names and how they died to Ricky.
Madame knew every person buried in these rows, as this was the cemetery she had established for her community.
No white man had considered the need for a place where her people could mourn which is why this was one of her very first investments.
She was intimately familiar with every story here; she had spoken with, laughed with, and ultimately laid to rest each of these individuals.
After the twenty fifth person, Madame stopped and Bumpy handed her a handkerchief as she wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Everyone losses people Slick, it's a part of life and although sometimes we don't want to face the facts, life's a b*tch." Madame laughed at her last remark as Ricky didn't speak while looking at her.
"And if you want to run away from your problems then fine, run away, but your way of 'grieving' is messing with my life and my ability to help the people I cherish most." Madame handed the handkerchief back to Bumpy before walking past Ricky.
"Like it or not, we're stuck together due to correlating interests." Madame continued as Ricky stood planted in place.
"So for the love of god Slick, choose whether you want to lead and if not, get the hell out of the way so others can." Madame got into the back of the car before driving off leaving the emotional wreck of Ricky in place.
Rubbing his head in confusion, Ricky glanced around before setting off in a directionless walk.
Hours passed as his feet began to ache, but he persisted until he found himself standing in front of Rocco's grave.
Sitting down heavily, he rested his arms on his knees and stared at the grave, lost in thought for an unknown length of time.
"I'm going to talk like a crazy person now if you don't mind." Ricky let out a dry laugh as he cleared his throat soon after.
"I know you'd tell me to knock it off but I feel completely responsible for your death." Ricky ran one of his hands through his hair while confessing.
"These thoughts of 'I should've been there' or 'I shouldn't have blown him off' keep me from the honest truth that has been haunting me ever since I learned of your death."
"That's not my fault." Ricky confessed to Rocco's grave the thing that was really eating him away.
In Ricky's mind, it was easier for him to simply blame himself rather than coming to the conclusion that most things were out of his control.
"I couldn't have known what would come of you and Eddy but even so." Ricky ducked his head, his hands coursing through his hair.
Ricky couldn't understand how he could have all this power yet the inability to protect the people he actually cared about which gnawed at him.
"How am I supposed to come to terms with your death if I refuse to accept it?" Ricky seemingly asked the grave in front of him.
"The events keep playing in my mind and I keep begging the universe to let me go back in time yet every time I open my eyes, I'm still here."
"F*ck, I'm such a screw up." Ricky hung his head in shame, realizing he had hoped for a better version of himself.
He knew he might never be a paragon of virtue in the public eye, but he had hoped to be a better man for those he considered family.
However, change doesn't just happen; it requires active effort, something he had yet to fully commit to.
He understood now that waiting for change to come to him was futile; he needed to actively seek it out.
"It ain't going to come immediately, but I owe it to your memory to be a little better and that means to start by apologizing to your ma." Ricky sighed, knowing that he needed to make it right and that was the way he was going to do it.
*Clap*
*Clap*
*Clap*
The distinct sounds of clapping rang out as Ricky turned his head to see Lucky fully dressed while looking at him with a mix of respect and annoyance.
"Pops-"
"Shut up, you're gonna listen." Lucky pointed while limping over to him, cane in hand.
"First of all, I expect almost nothing from you and only ask that you be the person you're supposed to be." Lucky stopped in front of Ricky before poking his chest with his cane.
"But you can't even do that because you always keep running away from your potential." Lucky hissed as Ricky looked down.
"I mean who does that? I've seen the qualities in you that I wish I had yet what do you do? You actively self sabotage yourself." Lucky dryly laughed, unable to comprehend how Ricky constantly makes things harder for himself.
"It feels like you can't do something monumental without a f*ck up to balance it out." Lucky said, holding up both his hands.
"Kill Owney and get two famous night clubs, then go on a bender where you literally make a mockery of yourself. Give a solid business plan that could set our family up for life and then run off at your close friend's funeral before going on a coked up bender." Lucky looked flabbergasted at his son's tomfoolery.
"I'm seriously amazed at how you're literally the definition of balance in such a twisted way." Lucky made fun of Ricky who simply took it with a sigh.
"But at least you're not clueless about how messed up you are." Lucky finally said a positive thing though it was questionable if it was really encouraging.
"Now this feeling sorry for yourself shtick ends here, I'm done with the understanding approach from now on." Lucky poked at Ricky's head so that he could jar some sense into it.
"Now get up, you're going to apologize to Rocco's mother like you said you would." Lucky turned while walking back to the parked car.
"Got it."
15 minutes later,
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
"WHAT-oh hi Slick." A young boy, no more than ten years old, opened the door before showing a completely different expression and tone when seeing Ricky.
"Hey Marco, is your ma around here? I need to apologize for the funeral fiasco." Ricky asked as Marco nodded, stepping aside so he could come in.
"She'd be happy to see you, she really adores you and all since Rocco only said nice things about ya." Marco led Ricky to the master bed as he looked around the cramped apartment.
*Knock*
"Go away~"
Marco tried to knock on the door but the somber tone of his mother was heard on the other end which made him sigh
"Ma, it's Slick." Marco said as there was a long pause as Marco gripped the handle.
However much to his shock, the door opened by itself to reveal the distressed expression written on her face.
"Is that really you?" Rocco's mother whispered with a hopeful tone before she opened the door when actually seeing Ricky.
This woman who held down her entire household was Alina Mannheim, a woman who persevered through her husband's death and worked three jobs while taking care of her three kids, now two.
Though that was in the past since after Rocco's death, Luciano made it so that she never had to struggle anymore which left her even more empty.
Alina didn't deny this gift since her kids needed the support and her own selfishness wouldn't stop her immense selflessness.
"Let me put something decent on." Alina closed the door before opening it moments later with her regular clothes as Marco gave some water to Ricky.
"Did you need something?" Alina asked since it sort of surprised Ricky as the latter remained silent.
Ricky had never seen Alina before, but upon encountering her, he found himself immediately needing to adjust his stance as his gaze was drawn to her busty figure.
Adjusting her glasses, Alina's entire figure stood in stark contrast to the 1930s body standards. Her voluptuous curves seemed to defy the era's idealized silhouette.
From her full, rounded shoulders to her ample bosom, each aspect of her physique made a bold statement.
Her waist, though cinched, accentuated her bust, which swelled gracefully, making her figure both eye-catching and unorthodox for the time.
Her hips flared out in a manner that further emphasized the dramatic contours of her shape, and her entire presence, from head to toe, radiated a sensuality that was both striking and memorable.
Yet through it all, her face was the epitome of kind and innocent as she oozed motherly warmth.
*Ahem*
"I wanted to come and apologize for my rude gesture at Rocco's funeral." Ricky gripped the coffee cup tightly, trying not to have impure thoughts in front of the woman he considered his actual type.
*Sigh*
"Oh sweetheart~" Alina saw the immense trouble written on Ricky's face as she snuck her hands across the table.
*DING*
'Oh god.'
[Mission Received: Alina Mannheim]
Difficulty: Easy-Medium
Character Sheet: C-
Description: Alina might seem very unapproachable and vitreous but she's been very pent up ever since her husband died. The only reason no one dared to try something with this beautiful MILF was because of Rocco, however now that department seems to have disappeared. Though you'd have to act fast cause Alina's internal clock is pushing as once she turns thirty eight even your blessing won't be enough.
Objective: Release Aline from the shackles of her own guilt riddled chains that surround her luscious body and cum inside her.
Reward: 25,000 IP
Main Mission:
Impregnante Alina Once:
Rewards: 10,000 IP or Alina's skills
Impregnate Alina Twice:
Rewards: ?????????
Additional Missions:
Get a full from the start blowjob from Alina while she uses her breasts, tongue, mouth, and swallows it all (Incomplete):
Reward: Skill Coupon(Epic)
Have Alina throw away her dignity for your cum (Incomplete):
Reward: +8 Agility
Cum inside all three of Alina's holes(Incomplete):
Reward: +6 Dexterity
Bonus Missions:
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Reward: 5,000 IP
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[Do you wish to accept this mission? Y/N]
"You're such a good boy~"
Author's Note: Wasn't gonna do a chap today cause I was hungover but saw that the fic hit a million views and powered through it, so I want to thank everyone for reading this fic that was orignially supposed to be an outlet when I had writers block on for my other stuff.
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