She actually waved and smiled, then resumed talking. I did a double take. Jekyll and Hyde.
I made my way back to the front, turned off the lights, and made sure I locked the door as I stepped onto the sidewalk. Even though we were in a nice section of town, we had heard of an attempted burglary a few weeks earlier not far from us. The state of the economy was making people crazy.
Atlanta had had a recent string of burglaries where a gang of thugs targeted beauty supply stores that carried high-end hair weave. They would literally drive a truck or SUV vehicle right up to the front of the store and crash through. Then they would snatch and grab as much expensive human hair weave as they could and would be out of the store within minutes. They would make quite a profit reselling it on the street. Unbelievable.
I was single and lived alone. Never had children. So, my plans for the remainder of the night were to order take-out Chinese and chill for the rest of the night. I didn’t have to be in the salon the next day until noon because I was doing a local reality-show celebrity’s hair at her in-home salon. Yeah, I had it like that.
Thirty minutes later I had picked up my delicious-smelling meal and was ready to hit the interstate that would take me home when I realized I hadn’t packed my favorite flat iron. I’d need it for work the next day and I wasn’t about to come by the salon early morning.
“Damn.”
“Damn.”
“Damn.”
I suddenly remembered that I still had the spare key to the salon that I hadn’t returned to Erika when I worked really late the other night. I decided to stop back by the salon and pick up my much-needed equipment. I could be in and out in no time.
When I unlocked the front door, everything was just as I had left it. I had seen Erika’s car still parked outside, so I knew she was still there. However, I thought she would be gone by then because she was not one for hanging around too late. She didn’t even come in on Saturdays. Something didn’t feel right.
Before I could call out, I heard strange sounds coming from the back that stopped me in my tracks. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I didn’t hate Erika, just couldn’t stand her, so I walked toward her office to make sure everything was okay.
I cautiously made my way, remaining alert. If I had to book, I wanted to be ready; and if a burglar was in the place, I didn’t want to announce my arrival, too. I slowly crept my way to Erika’s office and noticed the door was now cracked a few inches and the lights were dimmed.
“What is she up to?” I muttered to myself.
I inched closer when I heard a deep male voice. “That’s it, baby. Back that ass up,” the sexy voice commanded. Then I heard a sharp slap as flesh met flesh.
To my shock and amazement, I heard Erika’s voice say, “You just keep giving me that good dick, baby boy.”
He chuckled. “I got your baby boy.”
“I don’t break, sweetie. Give me that good dick. Make me feel it. Give me all you got,” she commanded.
“You ain’t ready for all this,” he bragged.
I leaned against the wall like I was a cat burglar, with my heart pounding against my chest. I heard the sexy, raw exchange, but I couldn’t believe it was coming from Erika’s mouth. After getting up my nerve, I leaned forward to take a quick peak. All the noise they were making, I knew they wouldn’t hear me; hopefully they wouldn’t see me either. They were in their own lusty world.
“Hmmm, damn your pussy is tight and sweet. I knew it would be the day I saw you and your friend at the restaurant. You had my dick hard that day just from looking at you. Turn that sexy ass around.”
I heard the palm of his hand make contact with her butt again. “Lord, you got ass for days. I can get lost up in there,” he said. “Turn around.”
I inhaled and took a quick peak. It was a sight to behold. Erika was buck-naked, stripped down to her birthday suit. Her young stud had her bent over her massive desk as he banged her like there was no tomorrow, showing her no mercy. He was rod stiff and I clearly saw each thrust as he steadily eased in and out of her. His tool glistened with her juices as she eagerly took him in, licking her shiny, pink, glossed lips.
They had their backs to the door and had no clue I was outside, playing voyeur. Erika had to feel each stroke because I heard as his balls made contact against her backside. The sound echoed inside the room. He stroked her long and hard as he palmed her ass with his large, skillful hands. Every now and then he would slap a butt cheek and rub it immediately afterward. Dude took his time.
Erika appeared to be enjoying every last inch of him—about eight inches from my estimation. She moaned seductively, then twisted and turned. Squirmed. Erika backed into him so she could take all he had to offer.
Don’t ask me why I kept watching, frozen in place. I wasn’t a pervert who liked to watch other people having sex, but for whatever reason I couldn’t turn away. I couldn’t rationalize what I was seeing; Holy Roller Erika was screaming obscenities and letting this young stud screw her senseless. Hell, I was getting wet and weak at the knees from his performance.
“Yeah, you love this dick. Don’t you?” he asked between thrusts.
“Don’t you?”
“Tried to act all high and mighty the other day like you didn’t know what was up. Now look at you. You loving this dick. Slobbered all over it earlier.”
“Let me hear you say it,” he said, thrusting harder.
To my surprise I heard her scream out, “I love it, baby boy.”
Dude stopped abruptly. “Back that ass up and get yours. Get you some,” he said, guiding her ass backward.
“That’s right. Get you some. Get your dick.”
Erika grunted seductively.
“Yeah, you feeling that. I’m all up inside the pussy.” Dude started back up again and he was fine as wine. You could tell he worked out because of his obvious six-pack and bulging muscles, with a tattoo on his upper arm. With each stroke, I could see his thigh muscles expand, and he was packing and definitely knew how to work what God had so graciously blessed him with.
“So sweet. Own my pussy,” Erika shouted. “Stamp your name all over it.”
I could have walked up and joined them and she wouldn’t have wanted him to stop. She had lost her mind.
Suddenly dude pulled out, reached around for her breasts, tweaked and squeezed them. Then he eased down and buried his face between her thighs from behind.
“Oh, Jacob, you do that so well. Eat it, baby.”
“You like that don’t you?”
“I love it.”
“I knew you had a freak inside of you, just waiting to be released.”
His tongue was going to town. Signing his name. In cursive. In print.
“Squeeze my breasts harder.”
“You like it rough?”
“I’m not fragile. Pull my nipples. Yeah, like that. That’s a good boy.”
Dude did as commanded.
“Now, make mama come. And Jacob, I wanna come hard.”
Just as he inserted three thick fingers inside her womanhood and continued to shower her with oral skills, I had seen enough. I hastily made my exit or I was going to start touching myself.
Just as I was grabbing my flat iron and running toward the door, I guess she got her request. She came.
All I heard was, “Awww, damn. Yesss, yesss, yesss.”
I got the hell out of there and knew I would never mention what I had seen to anyone. It would be my secret ammunition if I ever had to use it against Erika. I knew our day was coming.
Oh, Denzie Baby!
Chapter 6
Friday night I entered my dream home in a lovely gated community, about a ten-mile drive from Last Chance. The first thing I did was kick off my four-inch cheetah-fur stilettos in the living room. I left them lying in the middle of the floor and my bare feet thanked me immediately. I swear I heard them purr like a baby kitten being stroked behind the ears. My toes felt wonderful as they sank into the deep, plush, thick carpet that
was abundant throughout my home.
Next on my agenda was to pour myself a glass of red wine in my favorite wine glass, slip out of my designer black dress with the plunging neckline, and then take a relaxing bubble bath immersed up to my neck with my favorite products. Maybe I would even light some candles and play some baby-making music to relax my mind. I adored me some Trey Songz, Usher, and R. Kelly. Maybe I would even take it old school with a bit of Marvin Gaye or Al Green. It had been a long week with a parade of clients, vendors, and finalizing marketing plans.
I was restless. Antsy. On the short ride home, my thoughts kept playing over and again the conversation Nobia and I had had earlier in the week when we had gone out for lunch. I realized she was absolutely right. I should think about dating again and moving on with my life. At times, it did feel like I was living my life in constant limbo. Waiting for something to happen and simply existing day by day, that was no way to live.
It had literally taken me a year to snap out of a deep depression when Edward passed away. I holed up in my previous home, didn’t want to be bothered by anyone; I couldn’t work, I couldn’t sleep, and eventually lost my job at a Fortune 500 company. If it hadn’t been for the insurance money my sweetie left me, over $450,000, I’m not sure how I would have recovered financially. The insurance money was a fresh lease on life. It’s how I was able to rebuild my life, open Last Chance, and live out my dream as a business owner.
However, it was easier said than done to completely move on. I still had some of Edward’s clothes in the rear of my walk-in closet. I had packed them when I moved from our previous house to my dream home. I simply couldn’t make myself pack them up and donate them to the local Goodwill.
Nobia was right, I was a true romantic. I adored being in love and finding my black knight in shining armor. I could honestly say that I truly adored all my husbands. I married Malik when I was twenty-five, shortly after my mother died tragically. Brian and I jumped the broom when I turned thirty. My dear Edward, we said our vows when I was thirty-five. Now, here it was coming up on the three-year anniversary of his death and I was now forty years old.
I hadn’t had sex in three years and I was horny as hell, all alone on a Friday night with no plans for the weekend. Welcome to my world. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been approached by men; I was all the time. I wasn’t interested in just sex; I had to have a real connection before a man could partake of my creamy goodness. My body was my temple, not a Motel 6 to check in and out at a cheap rate.
I’m a woman, so I still had desires that I could take care of as long as the double-A batteries didn’t go dead in my adult toy, but lately, that just wasn’t enough. It wasn’t hitting the spot, and seeing Jacob in the restaurant, with his hot and sexy body, had me thinking all types of naughty thoughts.
When I stepped out of my twenty-minute bath, and moisturized all over my body with this fabulous Bath and Body lotion, which had me smelling of ginger and oranges all day long, I walked into my bedroom refreshed, and had a big surprise awaiting me.
“Hey, sweetie. What a pleasure surprise,” I cooed.
“Are you glad to see me?” he asked seductively, walking toward me. I loved his walk. He didn’t walk; he strutted across the room with an air of confidence and masculinity that made you stop and say, “damn.”
“Always. I never get enough of you.” I literally mewed in his ear before our lips met for a tender, lingering kiss. I pulled away reluctantly after a few seconds.
“That’s what I like to hear from my baby. Music to my ears.”
His sensual lips found my neck and left a trail of hot, passionate kisses as they made their way around to my mouth. I moaned and took in his warm tongue, enjoying the taste, texture, and feel. I could never get enough of him.
“Hmmm, sweetie. I love what you do to me.”
When I wrapped my arms around his neck, my powder blue towel fell to the floor, revealing me in all my divine glory.
“You are a sight to behold,” he marveled as he took me in, his eyes never leaving my voluptuous body. Lust shone clearly.
I actually blushed and I never blushed. I was too old for all that.
“You get better with age, like a fine wine.” It was hard to believe he was fifty-eight years old.
“Age is nothing but a number, baby,” he said.
“You are so handsome, Denzie.”
“I love when you call me Denzie.” He smiled and stared through me, straight to my soul. I shivered.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” he asked, in a deep, husky tone.
“You know. Say your line. You know how that turns me on.”
As he reached for my right hand and slowly led me to the queen-sized bed, our eyes never leaving each other, he said it loud and clear, with such passion. I instantly became soft and wet. “‘King Kong ain’t got shit on me!’”
I swooned. My legs shook. My pussy quivered.
When Mr. Washington entered me a few minutes later, all I could say was, “Oh yesss, Private Trip. Glory. Glory hallelujah.”
Carla’s in the House
Chapter 7
“Good morning. Good morning. Good morning.” I waved and greeted my coworkers as I sashayed into the salon with a lively spring to my step. I had experienced a fabulous Sunday and Monday off, during which I got in some much-needed sexual healing from an out-of-state friend and sponsor. So, I was feeling no pain like Marvin Gaye.
Nobia was at the receptionist counter, checking appointments for the day, and Loretta and Destiny were cleaning their stations, preparing for their first clients to arrive. It was a typical Tuesday morning.
I didn’t see Erika.
“Is she here yet?” I questioned, nodding my head toward her office, but addressing no one in particular.
Nobia spoke up. “No, she hasn’t arrived yet and I’m worried. I called her home and cell phone, but she didn’t pick up.”
I didn’t comment. I didn’t care that much.
“Erika is never late, unlike someone else I know.”
I shot daggers her way. “Are you directing those comments toward me?”
Nobia simply smiled that fake-ass smile, the one I wanted to slap off that chubby face at times. I hated the way she constantly kissed Erika’s fat ass. It was sickening. I seriously thought she wanted to be Erika.
“A hit dog will holler.”
“I know you didn’t just call me a dog.”
“Ladies, ladies, it is too early for childish bickering,” Loretta intervened. “Please, you two are gonna give me a headache before noon.” Loretta was our resident mother hen and voice of reason.
“At least I beat her in.” I smirked. “I don’t have to hear that bitch’s mouth going on about punctuality and professionalism.”
Nobia didn’t utter a word; she pretended to be busy at her desk. I’m sure she was taking notes to report word for word back to her best girlfriend. I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted her to repeat it. If she wanted me to, I’d write it down for her in case she missed something.
Destiny looked astonished. “You talk that way about our boss?” she whispered, with her brown eyes as big as saucers.
“Speak for yourself, because Erika is not my boss. What is she going to do about it? I pay her a monthly booth rental, so I can come and go as I please as long as she gets paid. She is a bitch; thinking she’s better than everybody else,” I said, smacking my minty gum a little too loudly.
“Erika could ask you to leave,” Destiny said quietly.
“Please, I wish she would. All the dirt I have on her,” I halfway muttered to myself as I walked to the back. “I have enough to fill a sandbox. Wish she would.”
In the tiny break room, I placed my lunch in the refrigerator. Mama had given me Sunday leftovers: smothered pork chops with green beans, dirty rice, and a slice of apple pie. I couldn’t wait to heat up my plate later and dig in. I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, and mentally planned out my day in my head. I had seven clients, which mea
nt I would probably walk out the door around six or a little after if there weren’t any walk-in clients. Lately, Destiny had been taking many of the walk-ins though.
I returned to my station, which was decorated with photo after photo of celebrity clients, just as Erika stormed through the door. I did a double take and stopped in mid-step. We all did. Girlfriend didn’t say a word to anyone, simply threw up her hand as if to say, “Don’t say a damn thing to me,” and kept it moving straight to her office.
What made everyone stop and stare was what she had on. Girlfriend was dressed from head to toe in black. Now, we all knew black and pink were her favorite colors, but today she was totally rocking black, all the way from her fingernail polish, down to her toenail polish. She had her eyes made up in thick black makeup, which made for a ghostly, gothic appearance.
Erika had her hair pulled up in some kind of tight, matronly bun and, get this, she had a black lace veil covering half her face. Underneath the veil, her lips were outlined in black with black lipstick. When she was safely behind the closed door of her office, we finally picked our mouths up off the floor and breathed. We looked from one to the other, not sure what we had witnessed. Erika could be eccentric, but this was taking it to a new level of the Twilight Zone.
I was the first to speak and break the silence. “That chick cray.”
Nobia gave me a mean mug as she started walking away to check on her best friend, but I heard the snickers escape from Destiny and Loretta as we looked at one another in disbelief.
Nobia tapped her forehead and stopped in mid-step. “Man, how could I forget? Today is the three-year anniversary of Edward’s death,” she said, looking back at us like that was supposed to explain everything.
“Poor baby,” Loretta said. “She’s going through it.”
I clucked my tongue. “Whatever. That chick cray.”
Destiny, who was new to the salon, asked, “What happened? Who is Edward?”
“That was her third husband,” I said, holding up three fingers for emphasis. “One, two, three . . . husbands.”
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