Yeah right.
“And your suggestion?”
“You know they have treatment centers for that.” Keon grinned. “Only if you agree to come with me,” I replied with a giggle. “Anyway, moving on… what was this important issue that you needed to address this morning?” “Oh,” Keon reached into his jacket and pulled a small envelope out. “End of the year black tie event.” He said, and dropped it on my desk. “This is the most prestigious event of the decade. Any and everyone who’s someone will be there and we need to be in attendance.”
“A party?” I wasn’t too enthused.
“Not a party Cameron, a chance to rub elbows with the country’s wealthiest people. And not to mention… she’s going to be there.”
A picture landed on my desk beside the envelope and I smiled.
“For real?”
“Would I lie to you bro?”
“You have in the past.”
We both laughed.
I picked the picture up and stared at it. “Who is she?” I asked. “Deborah Collins, founder and president of Grind.com the biggest social network on the internet. She’s a billionaire bro and if we can get her to commit it would be a great look for the magazine.”
“Billionaire?”
“Yes, billionaire… and she’s beautiful.” He said.
“Beautiful she is…” I was already undressing her with my eyes and I was only looking at a picture. “Married?”
“Happily… so don’t fuck this up Cameron. We only get this chance once in a lifetime.” Deborah Collins was gorgeous and it was my destiny to meet her. “I’ll handle it bro, don’t worry.”
A knock at the door broke my concentration.
“Come in.” I yelled.
“Hello Mr. Cameron Black.”
Fuck! How’d she get in here?
“Hello Mrs. Green. Who let you in?” In point two seconds someone was getting cursed the fuck out. “Sorry Mr. Black…” Earl rushed in behind her, panting like an exhausted dog in need of water. “I told her she wasn’t permitted back here,” he had to catch his breath. “But she didn’t listen.”
“Earl, you’re fired. Remove yourself from the premises expeditiously.”
“But Mr. Black, I—”
“Don’t bother begging Earl. Go out with some sort of dignity.” I put the invitation and picture into my pocket.
The expression on Earl’s face was priceless. He may have thought I was joking, but I was dead fucking serious.
“Earl,” Keon called. “Pay my brother no mind. He’s a bit agitated at the moment. Just go to your office and I’ll come and talk to you in a minute.” My neck moved like it was on a swivel. “Keon, please don’t undermine my authority. I’ve made my decision.” I turned to Earl. “What the fuck are you still standing there for?”
He put his head down and slowly walked out my office.
“What can I do for you today Mrs. Green?” “Did I come at a bad time?”
Was this a trick question?
“You always come at a bad time Mrs. Green.”
“Cameron,” Keon stepped up to shake Mrs. Green’s hand. “Is that you way you treat our customers.”
Mrs. Green’s cheeks rose. “I like him. Who is he?”
It was like I was no longer there.
“Keon Black, Cameron’s older brother and business partner.” He bent down and kissed the back of her hand.
“And he’s a gentleman,” she said. “My God I’m in heaven.” Mrs. Green fanned her face like she was overheating.”
“Your reason for coming here Mrs. Green?” I needed to get her out of here as fast as possible.
“Sheesh!” She looked us both up and down. “Can a bitch get a two for one?!”
I really wasn’t in the joking mood, but to some degree I think Mrs. Green was dead serious. She’d probably fuck the shit out of both of us too.
There go those thoughts. “Seriously, Mr. Black I need your help. I’m getting ready to launch my company website and I need some good marketing tips. I admire how built this business from the ground up, a sister just want a little advice… that’s all.”
It had been a while since I heard Mrs. Green speak about something worth listening to. Usually it was just heavy breathing, panting and her cries for me to put it back in.
“I can help you with that Mrs. Green, not a problem, but today just isn’t a good day.” I snatched my Burberry trench coat and hat of the coat rack and put them on.” “A hot date?” she questioned.
“Something like that.” I tapped Keon’s shoulder and told him I would see him later at the event.
“Make sure you’re on time bro. We must make an outstanding first impression.” He said and I left the two of them standing in my office.
7
-The Black Tie Affair
Fred our driver cautiously pulled the Maybach Landaulet up to the mansion got out and opened the rear door so we could exit. A snappy, brittle wind ruffled my pants leg as I stepped out into the brisk night atmosphere. Flashes of light flickered from numerous cameras followed by screams of my name to “turn this way”.
The paparazzi were definitely in the building and I couldn’t hide if I wanted to. Luckily I had on my $3,000, jet black Yves Saint Laurent suit and matching shoes. The bow tie was a bit uncomfortable, but after a few hours I would get used to it.
Keon and I looked like money, smelled like money and were about to initiate the biggest business venture of our lives.
“Just follow my lead little bro. I’ll show you the way.” Keon assured as we entered the luxurious estate.
Two gigantic bouncers stood at the entrance checking invitations. The bigger of the two spoke when we came to the top of the steps.
“Keon, what’s up homey?”
“You know him?” I was surprised.
“How you think I got these invitations, they didn’t just fall out the sky.” He reached and he and the bouncer shook hands. “What’s good Big Ron, how it look in there?”
“It’s a lot of rich women in there. Pick your poison.” We were allowed entrance and escorted to the ballroom where the festivities were taking place.
The venue was exquisite. It was a mansion tucked away in the suburbs of White Plains, New York and everyone invited had a name. We pushed open the double doors and a sea of black tuxedos and black dresses filled my eyes. It was a pleasure seeing so many exalted people of color in one room together and to be amongst them was a very humbling situation. Keon and I had millions, but majority of these folks were billionaires.
“There she is.” Keon nudged my arm and I followed his eyes.
The picture had done her no justice at all.
My eyes were glued to her salient elegance. She was tall with sienna colored skin that was so vibrant it looked shiny. Her full, curly hair bounced with each step she took and I could see the couture of her beautifully constructed frame through the black, lace gown she adorned.
“Cameron… Cameron!” Keon griped. “Get yourself together. This is business; keep your dick in your pants.”
Easy for him to say, my hormones were in a furor. I attempted to take my eyes off of her, but then she made a move in our direction.”
“She’s coming this way, be cool.” He was more nervous than I was, but was he trying to disguise it.
I summoned the waiter who had almost passed us. “Yes, two… no rocks.”
He poured us shots of cognac and when I looked up Deborah was three feet away. I tapped Keon’s arm. “Watch this.”
“Excuse me, Mrs. Collins can I bother you for two minutes.” I extended my arm and we shook hands.
“And you are?” “Cameron Black, president of SOB magazine…” I turned to Keon. “This is my brother/partner Keon. Pleasure to meet you, I’m a fan and frequent visitor of Grind.com. It’s a well detailed site. I like it.”
“Well thank you Mr.—”
“Call me Cameron, please.”
“Okay Mr. Cameron. I appreciate your honesty. You’re hand
some too.”
She caught me off guard with that one. “Thank you.” I tipped the waiter and passed Keon his drink. “What I wanted to say was; I know Grind.com is a success, but my belief is it should and could be bigger than what it is, all you would need is the proper marketing plan behind it and I’m sure it could become a global phenomenon.”
“Global huh?”
“Yes… global.” I was focused on her eyes and they were giving me satisfying signs.
“And you and your company would be the ones who come up with this successful marketing plan, is that correct?”
“Yes again.”
Deborah smiled, Keon smiled, but I kept my game face on. I was getting this money and after the deal was sealed I was definitely hitting that.
“I could look into it.” she said.
That’s was good enough for me.
“That’s great. We can exchange numbers and set up a date when we can meet.”
“No problem. My assistant Jeff will give you all the information you’ll need. Good day.”
And she was gone.
I raised my drink in the air and Keon did the same. “Let us toast to the future bro! major moves, major money… and all the pussy a nigga can handle! Cheers!”
We burst out laughing and for the rest of the night we got drunk and celebrated our future endeavors.
_________
After the affair I had Fred drop me and my female acquaintance off at the Ritz Carlton in White Plains. We checked into the presidential suite on the top floor.
I stood at the marble foyer entrance with a loose tie hanging around my neck, holding a bottle of champagne.
I was seeing doubles. Her name was Tamia and she owned a string of beauty salons up and down the east coast. She was a country girl who floated north with a dream that she attained through hard work.
And I was about to give her this hard work.
“Tamia come here.” I placed the bottle on the dining table and wrapped her in my arms. Her skin was soft and her perfume was sensuous. It added to my lust.
Tamia was shorter than I was and she only weighed about 140 pounds, so I lifted her and carried her to the master bedroom.
She slipped out her dress in the blink of an eye.
Ass everywhere.
Then she tugged at my shirt and undid the buttons as we fell to the king sized bed. I positioned myself between her legs and let my tongue run circles around her small, but large enough to cup breast.
Her moans were like melodic music to my ears.
“Fuck me Cameron…” Her voice was delicate and inviting and I was certainly accepting. I stood up and fetched a condom from my belongings. As I rolled it on I watched Tamia play with her pussy. She could almost fit her whole hand in her va jay jay, so I knew I had some work to do.
I slid back in between her legs and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Carefully I pushed the head of my one eyed monster past her labia and into the moistness of her kitten.
She pulled me closer and I immersed myself in her warmth.
This pussy was good.
She moved her hands from my neck to my back and I felt her claws dig into my skin.
“Ooohhhhh… I’m cuuuumminngggg….” She hollered.
The surge was evident. She stared shaking and scratching even harder.
“Oh my God… I’m cumming again… Cameron! Cameron! Cameron! Mr. Black! Mr. Black! Mr. Black…. Oh shit!!!”
The flood gates were open, orgasm after orgasm. I guess she had never heard about Mr. Black and how powerful he was. How he made grown ass women beg like children who couldn’t have their way—how he made females who had never experienced one orgasm experience multiple in one round.
If she didn’t know about Mr. Black then, she knew about Mr. Black now.
I flipped her and positioned her to get on top. She looked at me like I was crazy.
“I can’t get on that thing. It’s too big Cameron.”
I held eleven inches in my hand, smiling at her. “You just gotta jump on and ride baby. Kind of like a bicycle.”
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