Page 11 of Shared By My Neighbors
She’s gorgeous, slutty, and altogether desirable. It’s been a week since Tanya entertained us with her cactus dance, and the seven days since have been an unbelievable fuckfest. After all, we weren’t letting her get away after that. After we climaxed that first time, we took her downstairs and began plundering her beautiful body non-stop.
But Tanya’s taken to it like a champ. She’s never too tired, or worn out, or too sore. Of course, we draw sitz baths for her privates, and urge her to eat and sleep non-stop, but she merely giggles and parts her legs for us again. Not only that, but she’s flexible too. As an advanced yoga practitioner, the pretty blonde is able to do some pretty fucked up shit in bed, and the three of us are the lucky beneficiaries.
But today, we’re going to do something normal for once. New York has street fairs in the summers, and we’re headed to St. Mark’s Place to enjoy the Pride Parade. There are tons of displays from local vendors, and of course, rainbow colored condoms are being handed out like candy on every street corner. Food stalls abound, with the smells of sizzling sausage and buttery popcorn filling the air.
I take Tanya’s hand in my own as we make our way to the crowd. She’s gorgeous in a tight top and cut-off shorts which show off her long legs and big bust. Her blonde hair is in a careless topknot, with wispy tendrils dangling over her ears.
“So honey,” I begin, squeezing her hand. “Tell me: what brought you to NYC?”
The pretty blonde giggles a bit.
“School at first, and then a job. The usual.”
Carl nods next to us.
“You went to NYU?”
“Yup,” she says. “I graduated with a degree in human psychology, and while I was in school, I interned with the Department of Health. They didn’t have a position after graduation, but fortunately HRA did, and so I started with them. It’s been a couple years now, and it’s good.”
I nod.
“What do you do for HRA?”
Tanya goes somber for a moment.
“I help folks access benefits. You know what HRA stands for right? Human Resources Administration. New York City has a lot of programs for those experiencing poverty, and I help people understand what’s out there, and how to get help.”
Chris lets out a low whistle.
“That’s wonderful, honey. You’re a real do-gooder because it can’t be easy. NYC is known for being a fucking maze when it comes to bureaucracy.”
The pretty blonde nods quickly, eyeing a hot dog stand with a red-and-white striped awning.
“Oh yeah, definitely, and accessing benefits is no exception. There are a billion hurdles to jump through, and a billion difference pieces of paperwork to fill out. Of course, a lot of it can be done on-line, but some folks don’t have access to computers, so we actually have a lab at my office for walk-in use.”
Carl nods thoughtfully.
“That does sound like a good idea,” he muses. “Did you guys get busier during the pandemic?”
Tanya pauses to think.
“Yeah, because we were concerned that undocumented New Yorkers were being left out of federal benefits programs. As a result, we worked with City Hall to push through a couple of our own programs to make sure everyone got the help they needed. Now, can I get one of those Polish sausages?” she giggles. “Two of them, actually. I’m real hungry because of the workouts you guys have been putting me through.”
I nod, already reaching for my wallet.
“Of course, honey. We’ll get five of them, but let’s not eat here okay? There’s no place to sit, and besides, I want to chat with you more about HRA. You know my law firm does some pro bono work, right? Maybe we can figure out some way for Stand and True to contribute to your efforts fighting poverty.”
Tanya breaks into a big smile then.
“That would be great,” she murmurs. “So many folks need representation, and I know there’s some way you guys could help. Stand and True, you said? That’s the name of your firm?”
I grin.
“Yep. Attorneys of law, at your service.”
“Do you do divorce law, by any chance?” she asks in an arch tone.
I frown as the vendor hands us a paper bag filled with Polish sausages.