Debbie Mathers Novels & Stories

I promised. I grabbed my car keys and left without so much as a look back at the suite. The drive to the contestant hotel was not that long of a drive, truly, but traffic slowed me down. Miami rhythm, particularly now with all of the commotion of Miss World. Lights, cameras, chaos. Debbie was waiting at the contestant hotel, duffel bag in hand, sunglasses covering her eyes. "Thanks," she climbed into the passenger seat. "I don't know what's going on. Some girls were whispering something weird. about Giselle."

Debra slurred. Joe noticed her unusual tone. "Madam, where are you?" "Somewhere without Juan!" she said, hanging up. Erica hugged Debra and laughed. "This isn't fun enough! Let's do something exciting!" "Exciting?" Erica reached over and pressed the service bell. Soon enough, the manager came in with a smile. "Miss Mathis, what can I do for you?" "Bring me your hottest male models!" "Sure, just a moment!" Soon, a line of handsome guys walked in. Their good looks amazed Debra.

Maxim acted like a caveman that was obsessed with marking women. Debbie walked closer to me with a watery smile on her lips. “Talk to me, woman to woman. How was it? Best dick you’ve ever had right?” She did not even give me time to answer before she said, “I would know.” I was seething. There was only one reason Debbie ever came here. Was that why she was here?

Then, my gaze landed on the seventh. “55k,” I murmured, my eyes flicking to the name beneath it. Deborah Blackwood. I hesitated for only a second before clicking on her profile. My eyes darted across the screen, absorbing the details of her career. Wins: 1500. Losses: 2. A 1500-win track record? That was impressive. More than impressive. It meant I had a shot. That maybe—just maybe—I wouldn’t be doomed. “Three minutes left!” the officer called out again, his tone sharp.

Debbie went crazy. I didn’t hesitate. I scooped Matt up in my arms and ran, my heart pounding in my ears. But just as I reached the edge of the clearing, I heard another shot. I turned to see Debbie aiming the gun at me, a crazed look in her eyes. Before she could fire again, she took a step back and slipped on the loose gravel. Her scream was cut short as she tumbled over the edge of the cliff, disappearing into the void below. The silence that followed was deafening.

"So what brings you here?" "I wanted to thank Mackayla. Debbie came over her last night in pretty bad shape. She spent a couple of hours and when she came back she was so hot. Let me tell you Leon it was some of the best sex we have ever had. And even today Debbie is so much lighter and has more outlook now it's like she's a new woman." "Yeah Mackayla shares that aspect and a few others with her mom. The will to make others better no matter her own state. But definitely the brighter she is the more effect it has."

As I finished my bath, I dragged my feet to my house, my phone rang and it was Debbie "Hey Debbie, any good news?" "Rita it's another house keeping work, are you sure you can cope- you know the last one was bad" My experience in Mrs Davis house isnt too good the fact that she knew my mom, after my mom died she promised to help, she gave me the opportunity to take care of her house it was a big privilege at least I didn't have a stay in my rat fested house. She didn't acknowledge me, neither did she treat me right it was hell living in her house but I endured because of the pay.

Crista felt a little embarrassed to hear that. "I'm just being honest. Looks like I made the right choice to come here today. My name is Debbie So. You can call me Debbie." Debbie So was a very easy-going woman. She was a housewife who used to be a model. After she married Edric, she had quit her job. She knew Edric because she had been a model for his magazine once. She was a model and he was the chief editor of a fashion magazine. Crista nodded and said, "Debbie, I'm Crista Jin, you can call me Chica."

She had always wanted to see the states, and this may be her only chance. They returned to the hotel and had time to rest a bit before dinner. Debbie had gone out with Chef Matthew for a day at the farmer's market so that Matthew could browse the stalls. He had found a lot of the spices that were hard to come by back at home. He was pleased with his finds.

Rain The fire was the only thing moving in the cave. The light was orange and flickered against the walls, making everything look like a dream. I was sitting there, trying to focus on the food. Thankfully, we had this dry stuff with us. But then I heard her. "Rain? My hands are so cold. I can’t get this open. Can you help me?" I turned around, and the breath left my lungs. Debbie. She was standing there, her leggings gone, just panties, her perfect curves shooting out in the right places, her skin glowing in the firelight. She looked like a goddess and a troublemaker all at once.