The Boondocks Cindy Novels & Stories

Rock your last night, Cindy Connor, I thought. But when I heard “Queens of New Orleans,” in Bon Jovi's clear voice, I stood up, confused. Since when did Cindy dance to Bon Jovi? They started dancing. Cindy looked shorter… and with more tits and ass. The light was not yet reflected directly on them. And the one in the middle did not dance as skillfully as the others, although it did not disappoint, following its own rhythm, standing out. She held her hands on the post and lay on her back, swishing her perfect ass for a long time while everyone went wild, screaming. She wore a silver bra and almost panties that shimmered, dazzling the vision.

“If you’re asked to accompany men when you arrive at South City, would you do it?” Cindy no longer had that sense of aloofness and self-respect that she had pretended to have back then. She immediately changed to a seductive tone. “Of course, Mrs Poole. Not only will I keep them accompanied, but I know all sorts of tricks. I have so many tricks that I can guarantee to make all the men that you let me accompany be extremely comfortable.” Speaking of that, Cindy leaned closer to Lily and whispered into her ear. “Mrs Poole, if you have the need, I can teach you many different positions, and guarantee you that…”

he teased. I shook my head and grinned at him. “You're lucky Cecelia didn't murder you.” He grinned back at me, his face shining with victory at his prank. From the corner of my eye, I saw my aunt elbow a large man in a dark suit out of her way. I didn't recognize the man, but he looked like he could have played rugby with Carlson. “There you are, Zoey,” my aunt said, catching my arm. “We need your help. The bartender needs to be paid, and Cecelia said you were the one to talk to.”

I watched as Cindy strutted out dressed in the naughty school girl outfit. Cindy looked young, which is why I guess they choose that outfit for her. She had honey brown hair pulled up in cute pig tails on either side of her head. Her pretty face was caked with enough make up to add a couple years to her features. Perky breasts jutted from the tight white top. She was tall, with long legs beneath the short skirt. Overall, she put off an air of innocent sexuality. I knew werewolves didn't go to strip joints. Glancing at Lucas I couldn't see why not, he looked like he was enthralled. Evidently, they should go more often.

"You do have a point. Besides, I can see why your dad would want to touch those boobs." "You too," Cindy said with a coy smile. The girls were both still standing topless in nothing but their panties, and now they had a good excuse to gaze openly at one another's bare tits. Then the blonde asked if Brook had ever felt another girl's tits before. She shook her head. "Would you ever want to? I mean, just to see what it's like?" Cindy added. Brook knew her pretty friend just wanted to feel someone caress her beautiful tits. She couldn't blame the other girl. It was such a nice feeling, and one she was aching to feel herself.

"You do have a point. Besides, I can see why your dad would want to touch those boobs." "You too," Cindy said with a coy smile. The girls were both still standing topless in nothing but their panties, and now they had a good excuse to gaze openly at one another's bare tits. Then the blonde asked if Brook had ever felt another girl's tits before. She shook her head. "Would you ever want to? I mean, just to see what it's like?" Cindy added. Brook knew her pretty friend just wanted to feel someone caress her beautiful tits. She couldn't blame the other girl. It was such a nice feeling, and one she was aching to feel herself.

Just nods, once, before turning toward the school gates. The hallway is a zoo, lockers slamming, laughter bouncing off the linoleum, the scent of floor wax and cheap perfume thick in the air. I weave through the bodies, and I see Cindy’s already at her locker, her dark hair pulled into a high ponytail that swings like a pendulum when she moves. She’s wearing her favorite leather jacket, The jacket’s unzipped just enough to show off the V-neck underneath, the fabric clinging to her in all the right places.

I tell myself it’s really none of my business, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to know the truth. Especially since Maddox is keen to form a strong ally in Alpha Hunter’s pack. *** Cindy is very small, which I hadn’t expected. Her picture in her profile had been dripping with blistering confidence, which I assumed, knowing her horrid sister, was a family trait. But the girl sitting in front of me is meek, quiet, her deep red hair tucked behind her ears as she stares at me, almost absently. She’s nervous, and so am I. I wonder if she can tell.

She accepted the call after she was certain that there's no hint inside the room that would betray them. "Honey," Zachary said, grinning that finally she saw Cindy's face. "You became fatter," was his remark, making Cindy piss off. Cindy turned off her camera. "Hey, why did you turn off your camera?" Zachary chuckled

Madam Ponny asked. "Madam Ponny, it seems this whole world is full of battle," Cindy said lazily. Madam Ponny looked at her pathetically and gave her some words to encourage her, "Don't worry, everything will be fine... What you did was the best, your parents would be proud of you wherever they are... But Cindy don't you think those guys mean good for you?" Madam Ponny asked and listened patiently, to know her response. "I thought the same way then, but not anymore," Cindy responded bitterly.