Flame On!!! The Absolutely Could Be True Adventures of the MFPP

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by  Johnson Jeanie

FLAME ON!!!
The Absolutely Could be True Adventures of
the MFPP

by
Dréa Riley & Laura Guevara
Shara Azod & Raelynn Blue
Reid Randolph & Yazmin Taylor
Jeanie Johnson & Jayha Leigh
FLAME ON!!!
The Absolutely Could be True Adventures of the MFPP

“How do Firemen Make Love?” by Dréa Riley & Laura Guevara,
“Inferno” by Shara Azod & Raelynn Blue,
“Slow Burn” by Reid Randolph
“Blazing Passions” by Yazmin Taylor
“Hadoken!” by Jeanie Johnson & Jayha Leigh

This book is a work of fiction. References may be made to locations and historical
events; however, names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the
authors’ imaginations and/or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons
(living or dead), businesses, events or locales is either used fictitiously or coincidental.
All of the characters are copyrighted by and used courtesy of the respective authors in
this anthology.

Beautiful Trouble Publishing
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Colfax, NC 27235
www.beautifultroublepublishing.com

Copyright © February 2009 by Shara Azod, Raelynn Blue, Laura Guevara, Jeanie
Johnson, Jayha Leigh, Reid Randolph, Dréa Riley, and Yazmin Taylo

All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be produced or shared in any form,
including but not limited to: printing, photocopying, faxing, or electronic transmission,
without prior written permission from the authors.

Cover Art: Les Byerley
Editor: Jennifer Puckett

ISBN: 978-0-557-07206-4 (print)

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CAVEAT

This work of erotica contains adult language and sexually-explicit
scenes, which are smoking hot. This book is intended only for
adults, as it is defined by the laws of the country in which the
purchase is made. Keep this book out of the hands of under-aged
readers.
This is what could really happen should various
members of the Mother F*&$#@! Please Posse
converge in one place at the same time.
What Happened Was…
“This was a damn good idea,” Yazmin sighed as she sank into the plush couch.
There were murmured sounds of agreement as seven of the eight assembled
women relaxed from a round of marathon shopping. The annual MFP Posse road trip
just seemed to get better and better. This year they decided on renting a penthouse right
on the Las Vegas Strip on the top floor, all amenities included. They even sprung for a
full time butler who was at that very second unpacking most of the cargo they had
acquired from the finest boutiques in Vegas.
It had been a productive day. Reid carefully inspected her new handbags,
caressing the supple leather with reverence due to a five hundred dollar purse. Laura
and Yazmin were rummaging through their many shopping bags with barely suppressed
glee while Jeanie and RaeLynn were discussing what should be on tap for the evening.
Shara and Jayha were in deep discussions over the usual – world domination – when
Reid suddenly exclaimed, “What the hell is Dréa doing?”
Seven pairs of eyes swung around just in time to witness something on the wall
pop, glass spraying outward as Dréa jumped back, then witness a glob of a flaming
bluish-gray substance fall to the floor.
“Oh crap!” Dréa attempted to stomp out the flame, only to set her stiletto heeled
boots on fire. “OH CRAP!!!”
Flame On!!

Yazmin was the first on the scene, yanking the boot down and Dréa, who was now
hopping on one foot yowling about her favorite boots. The rest of the women sprang into
action running for bottled water to throw on the increasing growing flames.
“Forget the water!” Shara yelled watching the spot in the formerly immaculate
carpet char. “She set the thermostat on fire. That is mercury; you aren’t going to put that
out.”
The seven other women froze, looking at the diminutive despot as if she had lost
her mind.
“Uh, explain this to us slowly and in simple words,” Jayha, Fearless Leader and
Mistress of the Universe quipped, her hand still on the cap of the water bottle she held at
the ready.
“Mercury is incredibly difficult to put out,” Shara mused, tilting her head to
watch the flames burn clear through the carpet to the bare floor underneath. “And it’s
toxic.”
It took about sixty full second before the Posse were out the door and running full
tilt down the stairwell, well, after a quick stop to yank the butler out of the room with
them.
“He is just too fine to let burn up,” Yazmin had lamented on the way out the door.
Three hours later, not one, not two but three fire houses had been called to the
posh hotel to attempt to put out the fire that had burned straight down. Luckily, it didn’t
seem to spread outward, but it was working its way downward. Most of the hotel guests
were completely in the dark, wandering around outside the hotel where they had been
relocated or muttering about being disturbed as they shuffled off in search of a casino
that wasn’t closed down due to some mysterious smell.
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Flame On!!
The Posse however, where surrounded by official looking types determined to
know what exactly had happened and how had the thermostat spontaneously
combusted. Dréa was dong her damnedest to try to explain how exactly the mercury had
jumped from the thermostat to come into contact with her lighter.
“I was about to light a cigarette and I had my lighter in my hand and I was about
to light the cigarette, right,” Dréa began in a rush, her words falling into one another as
she hopped from one booted foot to one bare one.
Shara shook her head and decided to concentrate on the yummy fire chief
instead. He was older, with a light sprinkling of gray at the temples while the rest of his
hair was jet black. His eyes sparkled with suppressed humor he probably wouldn’t dare
let loose due to the gravity of the situation, which she could totally understand. But
there was definitely some devilment there. Interesting. He was really, really tall,
probably around six-five maybe, with a nicely muscled wiry frame. Nice.
“Stop ogling the fireman,” Jayha hissed at Shara, watching her watch him like a
seven course meal.
“Can’t help it, he is so damn delicious.”
“Yay, Shara!” Jeanie teased. “Bite him! I dare you.”
“Please don’t encourage the despot,” Reid groaned, shaking her head but knowing
it was no use.
“Shara, you can’t have the fire chief,” RaeLynn patted Shara on the head, trying to
stem whatever scene might be coming their way. “We are kind of in a little trouble here.”
“I think you should bite him,” Yazmin chimed him. “I dare you – no, I triple dog
dare you!”
“Yaz, you are not helping,” Reid snapped, but too late.
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Flame On!!

“Challenge!” Shara bellowed out, causing no less than ten firefighters to stop and
stare in their direction.
“No, she didn’t just yell out challenge for all the world to hear,” Jayha’s voice was
more whispered awe than chagrin. Secretly, she loved it, but she had to at least pretend
to be the sensible one; she was the Fearless Leader after all.
“We have to do it!” Shara was bobbing, honest to goodness bobbing like a kid, her
hands clasped together, glee written all over her face.
“Do what? I want to do it!” Jeanie bobbed right along with her. “And does it
involve the MGM lions?”
“NO!” The answer was immediate and unanimous, even Dréa stopping her
jumbled explanation of the accidently mercury fire to join in the universal reply.
“I mean, we totally have to give them stories,” Shara hastily clarified before
Jeanie could skip off to collect another dangerous animal (there was a Polar Bear
incident once…). “All these glorious examples of man flesh, we owe it to our readers, to
ourselves, to do this situation justice.”
“Uh, no,” RaeLynn shook her head. “First of all, we don’t have our computers
with us. Secondly, no.”
“I don’t know,” Laura spoke up. “Looks like we aren’t going anywhere for a while.
We could just entertain one another.”
“We might as well,” Reid added thoughtfully. “It might be fun.”
“Or we could start another fire at a different hotel,” Yazmin pointed out.
“Shara, it was your idea so you start,” Jayha cut Yazmin off quick, noticing a few
queer looks from firemen passing by.
“Okay, I think I will start with the fire chief…”
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Flame On!!

Inferno

by Shara Azod and RaeLynn Blue
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Flame On!!
Chapter One
It was supposed to be a long weekend of fun and adventure with her girls from
the Mother-Fucker Please Posse. The very last thing Yvonne expected to be caught up in
was a freaking four alarm fire started by Dréa, who now had the unmitigated gall to look
all sweet and innocent as she explained to the fire chief she was simply trying to light
her cigarette. Riiiiiiiiiiight, and that was going to fly. Yvonne could tell by the look on the
chief’s face he wasn’t buying it.
And oh what a beautiful face it was. All tanned and lightly weathered. Not full of
lines and wrinkles, but there was mature character there. His jaw line was chiseled and
determined, lightly sprinkled with dark hair. Inky black curls peeked from underneath
his hat. Looked glossy, healthy, like the man took care of himself. But it was his eyes that
had Yvonne shivering. They were a combination of blue, gray and green, sparkling with
laughter though there was no other trace of amusement. And every so often, they
seemed to flick in her direction.
No! The hard bodied yummy fireman could not be checking her out. He was
probably just making sure she didn’t creep out, like she really wanted to.
“Excuse me, miss?”
The deep, smooth voice right next to her ear broke her out of her examination of
the fire chief. She jumped a little, swinging around to face the sound of the voice.
Okay, what the hell was up with the firemen in Vegas? Was there some kind of
weird requirement that they all be scrumptious looking or something? Where they all
former male strippers? The one requesting her attention was Latino, six-foot-three
minimum, all golden and cut. His deep brown eyes were encased by lashes that would
make a supermodel preen. And those lips! Pussy eating lips if ever there were any.
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