Cindy From The Boondocks Novels & Stories

"Oh!" Cindy exclaimed, smacking herself in the head as she realized with a start. "Sorry, Helen. I was busy on a date with my boyfriend, so I forgot…" "Urgh…" Helen was speechless. Gina Zonda had bugged her constantly for a while—that was why Helen gave Cindy a job at all. However, Cindy had somehow managed to hook up with a hunk from the urban development department of Zamri. When he asked her about her job, Cindy said she was working for the Lane family to avoid embarrassment.

Cindy's body was still going through spasms when she heard Barnham's zipper. "Uhn?" She opened her eyes. Cindy didn't think she was ready for anything. *What is going on?* Cindy wondered. She had started to feel guilty about the whole thing. "And that's not going to be all of course." Barnham said in a hurried voice. "You are going to let me mark you as much as I've been wanting to." "Don't." Cindy said as she tried to wiggled out of Barnham's hold. "Don't what? Uhn?" Barnham asked as he held both her hands and raised it over her head before using his left hand to held them in place.

Knock, knock, knock. There was a gentle tap on the door to my office. Not wanting anyone to see the contents of the box, I quickly shoved it under my desk. ... "Jen, don't bother looking. It's definitely that bitch Cindy who sent the doll," Wendy fumed over the phone during lunch. "I need to find an opportunity to tear her apart." "Hasn't she been heavily involved in charity lately?" The restaurant TV was showing a news report about Cindy doing charity work at an orphanage. Unlike her usual high-fashion attire, she was dressed in a simple cream-colored tracksuit, warmly greeting a child with deformities.

Rosette observed as Cindy confidently strutted out, dressed provocatively in a schoolgirl ensemble. Cindy exuded a youthful aura, likely the reason for her outfit choice. Her honey-brown hair was styled in playful pigtails framing her face, adorned with heavy makeup that slightly added years to her features. Her perky bosom stood out in the tight white blouse, complementing her tall stature and long legs showcased by the short skirt. Despite her appearance, there was an air of innocent sensuality surrounding her.

Maya cried and cursed, "you are so evil Cindy. Is it a crime to become your friend? How could you burn my beautiful skin?" A few people had already begun to gather around so Cindy became upset and replied, "shut up you pretentious bitch. No one is going to buy your act."

~DAMIAN’S POV~ The look in her eyes was pure gold. Pure shock flashing through them, like she’d just seen the gates of hell swing open and my cock was the welcome mat. Fuck, it was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. Her baby blues bulged wide, her jaw hanging loose, staring at my throbbing length like it might bite her… or like she wanted it to. Seeing Cindy, the unbreakable sheriff who’d always had that iron wall up, kneeling there all flushed and soft, trying her damnedest to play the fragile sub?

Charlotte ’s POV I knock on Cathy’s door one more time, louder this time. Maybe she is sleeping inside and just did not hear me knock the first time. I have been calling her for hours with no reply and honestly, every minute that passes makes me more worried. Although she has shown a little bit of progress as regards her mental health ever since she took that first hike up the mountain, Cathy still seems like a flight risk which means I am still very worried about what she might do. Cathy is not the most well-adjusted person in the world and no matter how hard she tries, I cannot erase the image of finding her on the floor, crying while her bedroom burned around her just months ago.

Inevitably, pain engulfed him. "Do you recall that? Now you know you're the one who ruined Paige. She was a charming young girl with good prospects, but you made her fall. Do you realize what a shameless scumbag you are?" Cindy's eyes turned sharper while talking. "But now you came to reason with me. You're just a f*cking scumbag who ruins innocent young women. Ask yourself. Do you f*cking have the right to do so?"

After having a pretty big surprise that changed my life forever, I was not in the mood for any more. Pausing at the top of the stairs, Cindy spun around and stuck her index finger out at me. “Tut, tut, tut,” she said. “If you start going on about dick face Andrew again, I swear I’m going to tear my hair out. Or pop you in the face.” She swept her long, dark, shiny hair over her shoulders before fanning herself. Cocking my head at her in a challenge, I soon conceded that if she came at me, I’d let her. As punishment for me being so damn stupid and not seeing what he was doing sooner.

“Do you need some company?” I flip him off and he howls in laughter. Damn rogue truck-driving asshole. They think that just because they see a pretty woman walking alone she must be for sale. I laugh as I watch him trip backward over a speed bump as he watches my ass walk away from him. Serves him right. I take no small amount of pleasure as I watch Cindy fall out of the van and barely stay standing after her feet make contact with the floor. Cindy still seems disoriented as she wanders towards the bathroom and waits in line for Cameron to finish.