Make it Reighn (A Threads Inc. Saga Book 1)

by R. J. Castille

  The interview went on for another thirty minutes. They asked me about my studies and what classes I liked the best. When Regina briefly skimmed through some of my writing samples, she seemed very impressed with my skillset and honed in on some of the essays I had written for one of my Advanced Journalism courses. One in particular, was about finding love in a world where love was seldom present. That had always been my perspective anyways. I suppose it made me a complete cynic, but until I was proven wrong, my experience was all I had to go on.

  Natasha and Devon did not appear to be that interested in my answers or my writing samples. Instead, as I spoke I could see by the expression on their faces and glazed over look, that they were not really even listening to what I had to say. They were just going through the motions and hoping to rid themselves of my presence sooner rather than later. Much to their disappointment, Ms. Schultz kept me there for longer than they probably would have liked, asking me about my personal interests and hobbies. Something I was sure they neither cared about nor did they want to hear about them. When it seemed like Regina’s questions were winding down, they perked up and straightened themselves in their chairs.

  When I stood up and made my way toward the table to shake their hands and express my appreciation for the interview, everyone but Regina breathed an audible sigh of relief. Their actions elicited a disapproving glare from her, but did not deter them from hastily stacking the documents back up and tossing them back inside the manila file folder that they came in. On unsteady legs, I shook each of their hands and thanked them for their time and the opportunity. Natasha grunted in reply and Devon spared me a skeptical glance as I approached Ms. Shultz last. Her hand grasped mine firmly and pumped it several times as she looked into my eyes again. I held my breath as she smiled at me.

  “Thank you for coming, Ms. Goldstein. It was definitely a pleasure meeting you. Someone will be in touch with you to follow up shortly,” I heard her words, but they did not register at first. I was just glad that it was over. Never good with high pressure situations that involved other people, I nodded at her and turned to take my leave. When the door closed behind me, a huge weight lifted off of my chest and my shoulders immediately felt lighter. Certain I was out of earshot, I sighed out loud and started back down the hallway in the direction I had come.

  The sun was bright and reflected in a bright spectacle across the glass front of the high rise as I exited. I couldn’t wait to get out of there and back to my humble apartment on the other side of the valley. Threads took up two complete floors in a modern looking building almost smack dead in the middle of Downtown Los Angeles. I was never comfortable venturing into the city alone and was therefore making a b-line back to the parking garage where I had left my car, sparing passers-by nothing more than a brief glance as I hurried along. Once inside my car, I secured the locks and placed my forehead on the steering wheel.

  I waited several minutes for the adrenaline high to subside before starting the motor and carefully backing out. The sound of soft music soothed me as I made my way into traffic and toward the freeway that would carry me home. Inside my head, I replayed the interview several times, attempting to identify any deficiencies or things I should have said. While Regina seemed to be highly intrigued by me and my abilities, the other two did not seem that impressed. As I made my way back to my small apartment, I continued to beat myself up for forgetting to mention my volunteer work at the local children’s hospital or the numerous pieces of writing I had published in the school newspaper. I had even won a local writing competition while I was in college and had neglected to boast about that too. I settled a little, knowing those things were listed on my resume, but by the looks of that group, that information had been glossed over or dismissed.

  By the time I pulled up to the curb in front of my building, I was more than ready to collapse onto the couch and stare mindlessly at the television. I parallel parked my compact vehicle and pulled the parking brake up after putting the transmission into park. The air felt good on my face as a slight breeze kicked up, cooling my skin. Turning toward the wind, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a moment before turning back toward the building and making my way inside. Climbing the stairs to the third floor, I traversed the darkened hallway toward the end of the corridor and came to a stop in front of my door. I slipped the key into the lock and turned it with ease, pushing the door in as I did so. The door was closed and secured swiftly behind me as I crossed the tiny apartment toward the living area.

  It felt good to sink into the large cushions and pull one of the throw pillows into my lap. I closed my eyes and allowed my head to fall back. As I opened them slowly and stared up at the ceiling, I uttered a silent prayer inside my head that God would give me his blessing and allow me to get that position. I wanted nothing more in the world and would do anything to be given the chance to work for Threads. I could only hope that my talents would speak for themselves, considering the fool I was sure I made of myself. Hopefully, and with any luck, Regina Schultz would see past the nervous wreck I had presented as and give me that chance of a lifetime opportunity. I doubted it, but one could still dream, couldn’t they?

  Chapter 2

  Reighn

  Two females sat across the living area of my condo, legs crossed and fidgeting nervously. I glanced between the two figures, taking in their delectable features with each pass of my gaze. The leather of the couch cushions they sat on creaked as the one seated to my left shifted and crossed her legs before settling back in. A smile found its way to my lips as I caught a glimpse of her crotch as she did it, revealing to me that she had not worn any panties. On top of that, she was shaved clean, the way I preferred.

  Lena, the one who had broken the monotony of the idle conversation we had engaged ourselves in, regarded me from behind light, hazel eyes. I realized it must have been written all over my face that I saw her goodies and was currently licking my lips in anticipation. Her hair a dark, chestnut brown cascaded down her shoulders to her middle back in large waves. Large breasts were smashed up against her chest and upward by a leather corset that was tightly to emphasize her hourglass figure. Dark leather contrasted nicely against her somewhat pale skin. The micromini she wore that had allowed me such a marvelous view of her personal region, hugged her curves perfectly, drawing the eyes down toward her perfectly shaped thighs.

  To her left, the girl who had introduced herself as Serita when they arrived was poised with an air of confidence about her. Seated with her back against the cushions, her legs were long enough to reach the floor and then some, regardless of the monstrous heels she dared to wear. Serita’s skin was the perfect shade of brown. It reminded me of chocolate milk and I definitely wanted a drink. Her breasts, although not as ample as Lena’s, were perky and I could tell she was not wearing a bra by the way her hardened nipples looked like they were attempting to cut through the thin fabric of the cocktail gown that she wore.

  I heard their voices as they continued to chatter on, but inside my head, their conversation fell flat. Instead, I was busy fantasizing about sandwiching myself between their curvaceous figures. As I watched Lena speak, her plump lips opening and closing with each utterance, the dirty side of my mind imagined those pouty things wrapped snugly around my cock. I could almost feel her tongue running the length of my shaft, up toward the tip, before closing her lips around the head. The sensation I felt in my pants naturally had me fidgeting in my seat, attempting to adjust myself without physically reaching down to do it.

  The two fell silent suddenly, their voices petering off into nothing. It was then that I realized I had reached forward and was stroking Lena’s strong thigh with my hand, squeezing around the knee before moving it back up again. They apparently took that as their cue. Serita smiled and leaned toward her companion. She said nothing, her eyes simply locked onto mine briefly before turning her full attention back to Lena. She reached out with her delicate hand and began to caress Lena’s ample bosom. Lena rolled he
r head back and moaned softly to the ceiling when Serita pushed the corset down under her breasts setting the glorious mounds free. Serita’s mouth closed around one erect nipple while her hand busied itself with teasing the other.

  I could not stop my other hand as it too started to wander up and down the thighs of Serita. Firm and muscular, she was obviously a runner. As I stroked their flesh with my hands I watched them. Serita continued to tease Lena with her mouth, tongue and hands before pulling back slightly and leaning in for a kiss. I watched, fascinated and unable to move, as her mouth closed over Lena’s, Serita’s tongue making a brief appearance before disappearing inside. For several moments, I could not tear my eyes away from the pair. Their intimate embrace causing so much excitement, my cock was about ready to burst out of my pants. To ease the pressure, I reached down with my right hand and skillfully unfastened the button and lowered the zipper before pulling my engorged phallus free. I continued to watch the duo as I slowly stroked my own shaft, the sounds of Lena’s soft moans mixed with the sucking of Serita kissing her deeply definitely had me going and I was about to show them what I was all about.

  Dropping to my knees slowly in front of them, I eased myself across the hardwood floor toward them. My hand caressed Serita’s thigh as my head dipped down and kissed the inside of Lena’s thigh. I trailed soft, wet kisses up toward her groin, her thighs spreading far apart as I neared my final mark, allowing me full access. Her glistening slit was a glorious sight, the hardened tip of her engorged clit peeking out from between her folds, begging for me to touch and taste her. I happily obliged.

  Lena uttered a loud groan into Serita’s mouth as I took her into my mouth, licking and biting her clit alternately. I plunged a finger inside her, the warmth I found there made me want to crawl inside. As I lapped at her, she started to match the rhythm of my tongue with pulses of her hips, which only served to egg me on. Lena tasted sweet. Sucking greedily at her, my right hand worked its way up Serita’s leg to her groin. She was already soaking wet, no doubt from what she was doing to Lena. My hand found its target and I stroked her lips lightly with my fingers before pushing two inside and circling her clit with my thumb. My mouth never left Lena’s pussy as she started to quiver. She was on the edge and I was in the driver’s seat. Just when I felt it, her orgasm causing her to clamp down on my finger, I closed my mouth over her entirely and sucked the fluids from her hungrily. Lena cried out again as I turned my hand over and pushed deeper and around to reach the ever-elusive g-spot. Finding it with ease, I pressed down on it and simultaneously bit down on her clit. She screamed toward the ceiling, a sound that was a mixture of pain and intense pleasure as she rode my face toward ecstasy.

  By the time Lena’s orgasm faded off into residual waves, my cock was definitely ready for its turn. I lifted myself up until I was on my knees in front of the two girls. Motioning with my hand, I watched as Serita turned on the couch and placed her head on the arm rest to my right. She lifted her legs up and spread them wide, her fingers dancing across the surface of her lips in a teasing fashion. Lena was shaking slightly as I guided her to roll over toward Serita’s beautiful cunt. I encouraged Lean to lean into her friend and she obliged without a word, licking her athletic thighs with her tongue as she neared. When she sucked Serita’s clit into her mouth and proceeded to lick and suck her, I found my way around behind Lena and pulled her hips up to meet mine.

  Without warning, I thrust myself deep inside Lena. Balls deep, one stroke as the guys say. She felt phenomenal, her walls clamping around my length as I withdrew and then thrust inside again. I heard her muffled moans as I pounded her from behind, our flesh slapping together making a gleeful melody. Lena continued to pleasure Serita with her mouth, her fingers dancing along her slit until she plunged two inside. I raised my hand up and slapped her square on the ass, watching as her meaty buttock rippled with the contact. Lena lifted her face from Serita’s crotch long enough to utter a loud cry before reaching behind me and encouraging me to thrust harder and deeper with her hand before turning her attention back to Serita.

  When Lena came again, her juices splashed out around my cock and ran down my leg, pooling onto the leather surface beneath her. I pulled myself free and pushed her slightly to let her know it was time to move again. She lifted herself up and Serita pushed herself up onto her elbows, regarding me with hungry eyes. I lowered myself to a seated position on the couch and looked over at Serita who was still looking at me like she was about to devour me. Pushing her way past Lena, Serita straddled my lap, her thighs wide apart, facing away from me. I felt her wrap my cock into her hand as she guided the tip into her. Serita lowered herself all the way down and placed her hands on either one of my knees. She bent forward slightly, and her high-heeled shoes easily found the ground, giving her the leverage she needed.

  I had never been with a black girl before. Serita was my first and wow, what a ride. It’s true what they say after all. You don’t fuck black girls, they fuck you. Serita rode my cock like she was competing in a rodeo. Her hips dipping and swirling with each stroke, juices dripping down and soaking my lap with her pleasure. When she sped up and started to grind harder, I knew she was close. Placing one hand on her hip, I encouraged her to take what she needed as I reached over and fondled Lena’s soft mounds with the other. Lean leaned in and found my mouth with hers, treating me to a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with mine as Serita pounded my cock until she was spent. She cried out as she came, her legs quivering with each movement, but she did not stop.

  When I was sure she was finished, I pushed her up and off my erection and guided her to lay down next to Lena on the couch. Placing them side-by-side I turned toward them on my knees. Reaching out with both hands, I grasped one of each of their breasts in my hand and kneaded them roughly. Pinching down on Lena’s nipple, she moaned softly as I took Serita’s into my mouth and licked circular patterns around the hardened bud. Reaching down I took my cock into my hand and teased Serita’s opening with the tip, stroking the length of her slit and along her clit with the head. I pushed inside her fully, her hips rising to meet mine as I pulled back and found her mouth with mine. Serita’s tongue wrestled with mine as I thrust inside her repeatedly, eliciting guttural groans from Serita’s throat.

  After several minutes of plunging into Serita’s depths, I pulled free and moved in front of Lena, whose thighs spread wide when I approached to allow me access. Her pussy was still soaking wet and hotter than hell. I felt her squeeze me from inside as I pushed into her repeatedly. Leaning down, I bit down on Serita’s neck and up toward her ear before coming around and closing my mouth onto hers. She kissed me with great fervor as I continued to thrust inside Lena until I felt the familiar quiver along my length. My balls drew up tight against my body in readiness to unload when I pulled free of Lena’s folds begrudgingly. She sighed, a sound of slight disappointment as I approached Serita’s pussy again.

  Pushing their heads together, I watched them kiss each other for several moments, allowing my pending orgasm to subside. Once I was sure I was in the clear, I spread Serita’s thighs wide and thrust myself inside. She arched her back in response, lifting her hips up to allow me to push deeper as she continued to kiss Lena. Serita’s hand played enthusiastically with one of Lena’s tits, teasing the nipple with flicks of her fingers as I pounded her into the couch cushion. Serita lifted herself onto her elbows as I continued my onslaught and leaned toward Lena, kissing her deeply.

  I reached down with my right hand and stroked Lena’s pussy with my fingers, teasing her clit with my thumb as I plunged two fingers inside. Serita’s hips pushed up with each stroke, matching my strokes perfectly. Before she lowered herself back down each time, she rotated them slightly to the left then the right, giving me an extra sensation of pleasure. I was riding closer to the edge as Serita and Lena continued to tease each other with their tongues. My fingers were still deep inside Lena, her juices now coating my fingers and running down my palm, when I could no
longer stop myself.

  My head dropped back, and I uttered a loud groan to the ceiling as I pulled myself free and stroked my shaft repeatedly. Both women continued to writhe in front of me, preoccupied with their own activities, which was just fine with me since it was super-hot. When Lena’s eyes locked onto mine as Serita pushed her tongue into her mouth, I couldn’t help it. My cock twitched angrily as I shot my hot seed across Serita’s belly and up her chest, a good portion coating her perky tits. It fascinated me the color contrast of my white, hot mess on her chocolate skin. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any hotter, Serita reached up with her right hand and rubbed my cum into her tits, teasing her own nipples as she coated her entire chest with my fluids. Her lips never left Lena’s but her eyes trained on mine as she did so.

  I backed up a few paces until my back found the chair that I was seated on just prior to getting it on with two of the hottest chicks I had yet to conquer. Panting uncontrollably, the blood rushing through my head causing a distinct ringing sound in my ears, I took several deep breaths in an attempt to regain my composure. Both women lay panting just as hard with their eyes closed. I smiled as Lena finally cracked open her eyelids and met my gaze. She returned my notion before tapping Serita on the shoulder. Serita’s eyes fluttered open to meet her stare and nodded curtly at the silent conversation they had directly in front of me. Without saying a word, both women set about putting themselves back together to take the walk of shame out of my condo to a place where I would likely never see them again.