His Life Changed - Pt 1
“Delroy,” the gruff voice greeted him.
“Yeah, boss. Whatcha need,” checked the medium yellow-ish brown man as he rolled up the window.
“I need a favor if you don’t mind.”
“What’s up?”
“My wife had me hire an intern for the summer. Friend’s grandson from church. Anyway, he’s going to shadow Shanita, but she’s on vacation this week. You mind letting him tag along with you this week. You ain’t really gotta do nothing, but let him ride with you and have him help out where you see fit.”
“That’s it,” Delroy chuckled.
“Pretty much! I just don’t wanna look at some k** I’m paying just sitting in the office all day not doing shit. Plus, I promised he could shadow me for a couple days towards the end of the summer break,” explained the realty and property management company owner.
“Make sense to me. Just let me know when I need to scoop him up.”
“Ten.”
“Bet!”
Shortly before ten o'clock, Delroy turned the white Chevy fleet pickup truck into the driveway of the ornate blue Queen Anne manse with white shutters that now housed the offices of REG1UM Realty, P.A. and REG1UM Property Management, LLC. He navigated slowly to the back parking lot.
“Hey, Cheryl,” he acknowledged one of the real estate agents.
“Dee Roy,” she returned.
He made it to the front office and stopped abruptly before entering as Billy Joe Rex boomed, “The k**’s with Livia.”
“Ten four,” Delroy saluted as he turned to head upstairs.
“Delroy,” gleed the owner’s daughter. “This is Mavriki.”
“Hey, Livvie! Nice to meet you Mavriki,” he extended his right hand. “Delroy McKenzie, but you can call me Dee.”
“Hi, Mister Dee,” replied the slim-built, deep-brown intern, shaking his hand. “Mavriki Colbert.
“Naw, naw, naw,” Delroy shook his head. “I don’t know no Mister Dee. It’s just Dee.”
“Yes, sir,” Mavriki lowered his gaze.
“You ready to ride? We got a leaky faucet to take a look at real quick.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dee,” the older man corrected him. “Let’s roll!”
Mavriki followed the stocky man with the closely-trimmed auburn copstache.
“So…Mavriki,” started Delroy. “You look kinda familiar. Who else you related to besides the Colberts.”
“No one from around here. My mom’s family is from Arkansas.”
“Aww okay! I was just wondering. But I can’t even think of who it is.”
“No worries, Mister, uh I mean, Dee.”
“I see I’ma have to put you on punishment when you do it next time,” he chuckled.
“Oh no,” giggled Mavriki. “And just call me Riki.”
“Okay, Riki! We’re going to see Mrs. Beverly. Older lady. Real nice. Been a tenant for years. I usually make all her calls personally.”
“So there are other maintenance guys?”
“Yeah. We have three. Me plus two,” he puffed out his chest. “I’m the supervisor.”
“Uhhh…Nice I guess.”
“It’s better than nice, youngblood.” Delroy paused and laughed. “I just turned into my pops. My bad.”
“No. It’s totally cool, Dee. I wanna hear it,” Mavriki encouraged him.
“For one, the boss is a good owner. He takes care of his people,” he began. Two. I get paid good for what I do. And three, when the boss found out I got the satellite radio app to listen to while I drive, he told me to end my subscription. He bout a corporate account and gave access to me and the two other guys. And,” he stressed. “He granted access to my wife and k**s.”
“That’s odd,” challenged the college student.
“Not for Billy Joe Rex. He said, he’ll make more money in the end by giving us that. But I haven’ told you the best part.”
“What’s gonna beat satellite radio,”Mavriki rolled his eyes without Delroy seeing.
“When I got bumped up to supervisor, he made me a ten percent partner in the property management L-L-C.”
“Wh-What,” the younger one leaned forward with a wide gaze.”That’s awesome!”
“I told you! He’s a good boss.”
They made it to the duplex where the octogenarian lived and Delroy completed the work order. While they were there, Mrs. Beverly discussed the virtues of exercise with Mavriki over lemonade and shortbread cookies after he asked about the pink two-pound dumbbells beside her recliner.
“What you having for lunch,” checked Delroy.
“I’m good with wherever we stop.”
“Oh…I don’t usually stop anywhere. I bring my lunch.”
“Oh?”
“That’s another thing boss taught me. He told me a long time ago to buy lunch for three days and then average it. Then I was supposed to multiply that times five and then that times fifty-two. That’s what I was spending on lunch.”
Mavriki perked up.
Delroy continued, “Say you spend ten bucks a day on lunch. That’s fifty bucks a week and twenty-six hundred a week. I’d damn sure like to have twenty-six hundred to do what I want with at the end of the year. So I started a ‘lunch fund’. I put fifty bucks a week into and pull out from it when I decide to buy something to ear which aint often.”
“That’s fire! I wish I’d know that,” Mavriki sighed.
“Well…you know it now, Riki. That’s what matters. Tell me where you wanna go for lunch today. My treat.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t,” the maintenance supervisor proffered matter-of-factly. “I want to.”
“Thanks!”
After ordering chicken sandwiches, fries, and drinks, Delory drove to a nearby park and stopped there. “What’s your major,” he inquired.
“Business,” gleamed Mavriki.
“Oh okay good. You thinking about being a realtor.”
“Maybe. I’m not really sure what I want to do.”
“I hear you. My oldest son is studying drafting.”
“That’s a really great trade. It’s cool he knows what he wants.”
“Yeah! My other son wants to be a coder or whatever.”
“That’s hot too. How many k**s do you have?”
“Why you ask it like that,” guffawed Delroy. “Three. Two boys and a girl.”
They completed their lunches and Mavriki offered to throw away the trash.
Delroy ogled at the terribly flamboyant slender dude’s heart-shaped derriere shake in the tight jeans. ‘Fuck,’ he thought. ‘ZiZi.
Mavriki made his way back to the pickup and Delro pulled off.
As they came up to an intersection, Delroy turned left and chimed, “Goosemont.”
“Goosemont,” giggled the rider.
“What you know about Goosemont, youngblood?”
“I think everyone knows it used to be a stroll.”
“A stroll,” asked Delroy.
“You know,” blushed Mavriki. “Where hookers are.”
“Hookers be out here?”
“Well. they used to say transwomen walked out here.”
“I know. I’m just messin’ witcha,” Delroy winked.
“Oh okay.”
“We manage a duplex a few blocks down back on Vining Court. I’ll do a ride-by.”
“So what do you know about Goosemont?”
“I’m forty-four. I know about this WHOLE city. I’ve had some acquaintances with the gurls on Goosemont.”
Mavriki gasped. “Oh really?”
“You know some of ‘em been tenants and stuff,” admitted the repairman.
“Is that all they were,” pressed Mavriki.
“Huh?”
“Never mind…”
“You wanna know if they were trying to exchange rent for sex?”
Uhhhhh…”
“Nah! The rent had to be paid directly to the office. I couldn’t help nobody out like that.”
“Oh darn! That would’ve been interesting,” Mavriki murmured.
“Would it,” Delroy quizzed.
“I guess…”
“How so?”
“It’s weird. Never mind.”
“Nah, Riki! We cool. Tell me!”
“Well,” sighed Mavriki. “Like if there was some handsome straight man letting the gurls stay rent free for letting him fuck them.”
“That’s gross,” barked Delroy, slapping the steering wheel.
“I-I I’m sorry…”
“I’m juts fuckin’ witcha,” Delroy cracked himself up.
“Oh,” breathed the intern.
“I just had to pull your leg, boy!”
“Huh?”
“I’m finna tell you something I ain’t never told no one,” Delroy stopped talking.
“What,” Mavriki perked up even more.
“I used to fuck a T-girl. That’s who you remind me of. Slap a pair of tits on you and some weave and you’re her.”
“R-Really?”
“No lie!”
“Wow,” Mavriki’s mouth gaped open. “Ummmm…Would you fuck me?”
“Look I ain’t never fucked a femboy. But you got me ready to.”
“Oh my god!”
“Let’s do it now.”
“But I need to clean out.”
“I got you,” shared Delroy as he hooked a quick right.
He pulled up to a retail pharmacy and handed Mavriki his Moolah brand debit card. “Go inside and get you some douche, some baby wipes, and a pack of toilet tissue. Just run the card as credit and sign any name you make up.”
Mavriki took the piece of plastic and headed into the chain store.
Mavriki returned. “Where are we going?”
“I’m renovating my grandma’s old house. Don’t nobody stay there right now so we won’t be bothered.”
Mavriki took notice of the simple postage stamp sized home. Inside they stepped over plywood and walked to what would have been a bedroom. There was a wooden futon in it and nothing else.
“Bathroom’s through there,” pointed Delroy.
Mavriki returned in his birthday suit.
“You’re beautiful,” admired Delroy, stripping down to his boxers.
The moment Mavriki touched his manhood it got stiffer than it ever had.
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TO BE CONTINUED???
“Yeah, boss. Whatcha need,” checked the medium yellow-ish brown man as he rolled up the window.
“I need a favor if you don’t mind.”
“What’s up?”
“My wife had me hire an intern for the summer. Friend’s grandson from church. Anyway, he’s going to shadow Shanita, but she’s on vacation this week. You mind letting him tag along with you this week. You ain’t really gotta do nothing, but let him ride with you and have him help out where you see fit.”
“That’s it,” Delroy chuckled.
“Pretty much! I just don’t wanna look at some k** I’m paying just sitting in the office all day not doing shit. Plus, I promised he could shadow me for a couple days towards the end of the summer break,” explained the realty and property management company owner.
“Make sense to me. Just let me know when I need to scoop him up.”
“Ten.”
“Bet!”
Shortly before ten o'clock, Delroy turned the white Chevy fleet pickup truck into the driveway of the ornate blue Queen Anne manse with white shutters that now housed the offices of REG1UM Realty, P.A. and REG1UM Property Management, LLC. He navigated slowly to the back parking lot.
“Hey, Cheryl,” he acknowledged one of the real estate agents.
“Dee Roy,” she returned.
He made it to the front office and stopped abruptly before entering as Billy Joe Rex boomed, “The k**’s with Livia.”
“Ten four,” Delroy saluted as he turned to head upstairs.
“Delroy,” gleed the owner’s daughter. “This is Mavriki.”
“Hey, Livvie! Nice to meet you Mavriki,” he extended his right hand. “Delroy McKenzie, but you can call me Dee.”
“Hi, Mister Dee,” replied the slim-built, deep-brown intern, shaking his hand. “Mavriki Colbert.
“Naw, naw, naw,” Delroy shook his head. “I don’t know no Mister Dee. It’s just Dee.”
“Yes, sir,” Mavriki lowered his gaze.
“You ready to ride? We got a leaky faucet to take a look at real quick.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dee,” the older man corrected him. “Let’s roll!”
Mavriki followed the stocky man with the closely-trimmed auburn copstache.
“So…Mavriki,” started Delroy. “You look kinda familiar. Who else you related to besides the Colberts.”
“No one from around here. My mom’s family is from Arkansas.”
“Aww okay! I was just wondering. But I can’t even think of who it is.”
“No worries, Mister, uh I mean, Dee.”
“I see I’ma have to put you on punishment when you do it next time,” he chuckled.
“Oh no,” giggled Mavriki. “And just call me Riki.”
“Okay, Riki! We’re going to see Mrs. Beverly. Older lady. Real nice. Been a tenant for years. I usually make all her calls personally.”
“So there are other maintenance guys?”
“Yeah. We have three. Me plus two,” he puffed out his chest. “I’m the supervisor.”
“Uhhh…Nice I guess.”
“It’s better than nice, youngblood.” Delroy paused and laughed. “I just turned into my pops. My bad.”
“No. It’s totally cool, Dee. I wanna hear it,” Mavriki encouraged him.
“For one, the boss is a good owner. He takes care of his people,” he began. Two. I get paid good for what I do. And three, when the boss found out I got the satellite radio app to listen to while I drive, he told me to end my subscription. He bout a corporate account and gave access to me and the two other guys. And,” he stressed. “He granted access to my wife and k**s.”
“That’s odd,” challenged the college student.
“Not for Billy Joe Rex. He said, he’ll make more money in the end by giving us that. But I haven’ told you the best part.”
“What’s gonna beat satellite radio,”Mavriki rolled his eyes without Delroy seeing.
“When I got bumped up to supervisor, he made me a ten percent partner in the property management L-L-C.”
“Wh-What,” the younger one leaned forward with a wide gaze.”That’s awesome!”
“I told you! He’s a good boss.”
They made it to the duplex where the octogenarian lived and Delroy completed the work order. While they were there, Mrs. Beverly discussed the virtues of exercise with Mavriki over lemonade and shortbread cookies after he asked about the pink two-pound dumbbells beside her recliner.
“What you having for lunch,” checked Delroy.
“I’m good with wherever we stop.”
“Oh…I don’t usually stop anywhere. I bring my lunch.”
“Oh?”
“That’s another thing boss taught me. He told me a long time ago to buy lunch for three days and then average it. Then I was supposed to multiply that times five and then that times fifty-two. That’s what I was spending on lunch.”
Mavriki perked up.
Delroy continued, “Say you spend ten bucks a day on lunch. That’s fifty bucks a week and twenty-six hundred a week. I’d damn sure like to have twenty-six hundred to do what I want with at the end of the year. So I started a ‘lunch fund’. I put fifty bucks a week into and pull out from it when I decide to buy something to ear which aint often.”
“That’s fire! I wish I’d know that,” Mavriki sighed.
“Well…you know it now, Riki. That’s what matters. Tell me where you wanna go for lunch today. My treat.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t,” the maintenance supervisor proffered matter-of-factly. “I want to.”
“Thanks!”
After ordering chicken sandwiches, fries, and drinks, Delory drove to a nearby park and stopped there. “What’s your major,” he inquired.
“Business,” gleamed Mavriki.
“Oh okay good. You thinking about being a realtor.”
“Maybe. I’m not really sure what I want to do.”
“I hear you. My oldest son is studying drafting.”
“That’s a really great trade. It’s cool he knows what he wants.”
“Yeah! My other son wants to be a coder or whatever.”
“That’s hot too. How many k**s do you have?”
“Why you ask it like that,” guffawed Delroy. “Three. Two boys and a girl.”
They completed their lunches and Mavriki offered to throw away the trash.
Delroy ogled at the terribly flamboyant slender dude’s heart-shaped derriere shake in the tight jeans. ‘Fuck,’ he thought. ‘ZiZi.
Mavriki made his way back to the pickup and Delro pulled off.
As they came up to an intersection, Delroy turned left and chimed, “Goosemont.”
“Goosemont,” giggled the rider.
“What you know about Goosemont, youngblood?”
“I think everyone knows it used to be a stroll.”
“A stroll,” asked Delroy.
“You know,” blushed Mavriki. “Where hookers are.”
“Hookers be out here?”
“Well. they used to say transwomen walked out here.”
“I know. I’m just messin’ witcha,” Delroy winked.
“Oh okay.”
“We manage a duplex a few blocks down back on Vining Court. I’ll do a ride-by.”
“So what do you know about Goosemont?”
“I’m forty-four. I know about this WHOLE city. I’ve had some acquaintances with the gurls on Goosemont.”
Mavriki gasped. “Oh really?”
“You know some of ‘em been tenants and stuff,” admitted the repairman.
“Is that all they were,” pressed Mavriki.
“Huh?”
“Never mind…”
“You wanna know if they were trying to exchange rent for sex?”
Uhhhhh…”
“Nah! The rent had to be paid directly to the office. I couldn’t help nobody out like that.”
“Oh darn! That would’ve been interesting,” Mavriki murmured.
“Would it,” Delroy quizzed.
“I guess…”
“How so?”
“It’s weird. Never mind.”
“Nah, Riki! We cool. Tell me!”
“Well,” sighed Mavriki. “Like if there was some handsome straight man letting the gurls stay rent free for letting him fuck them.”
“That’s gross,” barked Delroy, slapping the steering wheel.
“I-I I’m sorry…”
“I’m juts fuckin’ witcha,” Delroy cracked himself up.
“Oh,” breathed the intern.
“I just had to pull your leg, boy!”
“Huh?”
“I’m finna tell you something I ain’t never told no one,” Delroy stopped talking.
“What,” Mavriki perked up even more.
“I used to fuck a T-girl. That’s who you remind me of. Slap a pair of tits on you and some weave and you’re her.”
“R-Really?”
“No lie!”
“Wow,” Mavriki’s mouth gaped open. “Ummmm…Would you fuck me?”
“Look I ain’t never fucked a femboy. But you got me ready to.”
“Oh my god!”
“Let’s do it now.”
“But I need to clean out.”
“I got you,” shared Delroy as he hooked a quick right.
He pulled up to a retail pharmacy and handed Mavriki his Moolah brand debit card. “Go inside and get you some douche, some baby wipes, and a pack of toilet tissue. Just run the card as credit and sign any name you make up.”
Mavriki took the piece of plastic and headed into the chain store.
Mavriki returned. “Where are we going?”
“I’m renovating my grandma’s old house. Don’t nobody stay there right now so we won’t be bothered.”
Mavriki took notice of the simple postage stamp sized home. Inside they stepped over plywood and walked to what would have been a bedroom. There was a wooden futon in it and nothing else.
“Bathroom’s through there,” pointed Delroy.
Mavriki returned in his birthday suit.
“You’re beautiful,” admired Delroy, stripping down to his boxers.
The moment Mavriki touched his manhood it got stiffer than it ever had.
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TO BE CONTINUED???
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