Lipstick Diaries Part 2

by Anthony Whyte

  Jill looked in the eyes of her baby’s killer and begged for her life. Her pleas were in vain. Loco grinned at her coldly, and squeezed his hammer, nailing her in the forehead, right between the eyes. Her lifeless, naked body slumped to the ground. She was taken to a dark alley, and her naked corpse was dumped in a garbage dumpster.

  It was if an angel flew over her. She could actually feel the breeze from the flapping of wings. God had smiled down on her, and by his grace, she was still alive. But Jill was fighting for her life. She had taken a bullet in her forehead.

  She arrived at the hospital, stark naked, battered, covered in semen specimens, fighting for her life. Samples were taken and the perpetrators were identified, but Jill never made it to court. She couldn’t face the T.B.G., so they walked. Years later she became a full-fledged crackhead. She was abducted by the same niggas who kidnapped and raped her. Alone in a room and being fed crack by the T.B.G. that familiar feeling once again began rising in the pit of her stomach…

  RUSH The Sweetest Sin

  Zoë Woods

  I

  Chrisette Rowan laid in her king size bed at her home in Manassas, Virginia, skin against the silk sheets. She rubbed her fingertips up and down the middle of her stomach. The clock read 4:53 a.m., and for some reason she had awoken well before the alarm was supposed to go off at 6:45 a.m. This morning felt a little different. She had an unfamiliar surge of energy and was restless the night before.

  Her mind was intent on figuring out who was the man that she saw at work last Wednesday. She knew he didn’t work there, but she didn’t want to ask around. Chrisette was a very private person when it came to separating business from pleasure. Something about this man made Chrisette wet the moment she saw him walking out of the conference room.

  That day Chrisette had her back against the wall, talking with a co-worker but couldn’t remember anything of the conversation. Yet she remembered what this man was wearing from head to toe.

  He had the sexiest lips, a light skin complexion, wavy hair, and his suit fitted like no other. She caught him staring back a few times in between her glances at him. If only she weren’t at her place of employment, Chrisette would have approached him. I’ve got to find out who that was. Damn… He was so gorgeous, she thought, reminiscing. Her hands gradually made it down her stomach to her lace panties. Her newly waxed pussy made it easier for her fingers to glide over her lips. It felt so good. Her left hand ran circles around her nipples, making them hard. Her other hand was busy inside her panties, rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. It became even more moistened by the second.

  Before long she had cum, thinking about a stranger who plagued her mind. She imagined his tongue doing work. “O-o-oh fuck…!” Chrisette bit her lip, moaning as her thoughts leaked and her whole body shook from an orgasm. Her hand was soaked from her juices and only slightly satisfied; she played with her clit until she came twice.

  “I could have slept a little later this morning but I guess I’ll get an early start to my day. There is so much to do. Oh, I almost forgot, I have to get my dress for Alicia’s wedding. Should I bring a date? Hmm, I think I’ll go solo and see what all of the groomsmen look like. I may find something tasty,” she smiled.

  Getting up and heading for the shower, Ms. Rowan mentally put together her whole day. After about twenty minutes in the shower, washing her hair, brushing her teeth, she stepped into her walk in closet, and picked out a crème colored skirt suit with matching shoes that had a three inch heel.

  Chrisette was strongly confident, but not conceited. She loved life, loved herself, and treated people the way she in turn wanted to be treated. Three years after graduating from college, her confidence had helped land her a nice, six figure job. Surprisingly she worked for Miranda Merris, a woman who was just as confident as Chrisette and who saw the potential that Chrisette possessed. Her boss was always on top of things at the company, and didn’t cut anyone a break. If you screwed up, you got a letter of dismissal. She was a perfectionist and very aggressive. Miranda lived for her multi-billion dollar company and had no personal life. She was all business and never discussed her personal life with any of the employees in nineteen years that she worked there after her husband’s passing.

  Chrisette was one of the few that Miranda had complete faith in, and entrusted her with a lot of responsibilities that she wouldn’t allow others to have. Chrisette kept a close, small circle of friends. Miranda was never harsh with her, but she’d witnessed her fury. Chrisette kept their relationship strictly professional. With the exception of her best friend since grade school, Alicia, Chrisette didn’t have too many female friends. They were so much alike and lived similar lifestyles until Alicia met her fiancé, Mark three years ago. Chrisette never really thought of settling down, just making that money and having fun. She purchased her own home at the age of twenty five, took care of her parents, and would do anything to help those in need.

  Chrisette was admired by many and hated by some as well. Standing 5’7” with a golden bronze complexion, thick thighs, voluptuous breasts, she walked with her head held high at all times. She always had a bright smile, always natural and never wore make up. Her light brown hair sat at the middle of her back. She pinned it up daily, giving her a classy, professional, yet sexy look.

  At 7:30 a.m. she was ready to head out the door, grabbing her purse, brief case, keys, and three files off of her desk in the living room. She entered the garage and settled into her Phantom Black Pearl Audi A8. Within an hour she had arrived at work and drove through the parking garage.

  “Hey Jamal,” she yelled out the window to a maintenance man, talking with one of the parking lot attendants.

  “What’s up princess? How are you feeling this morning?” he asked as Chrisette slowly drove by him.

  She stopped the car, and backed it up to speak with Jamal for a minute.

  “I’m feeling good, ready to get upstairs and start work so I get out of here on time today. How have you been?”

  During the time she spoke, Jamal’s eyes were looking into the car at her legs and being his usual flirty self. Jamal had a thing for Chrisette but never got the time of day the entire year he had been working there.

  “I’m alright, you know just doing me. I’m surprised you stopped today, any other time you fly passed here like someone is chasing you.”

  “That’s because they are Jamal, it’s you,” she said laughing.

  “Oh you got jokes today huh? I see how you playing. I’m saying though, when can I get a chance to talk to you outside of work. You know I’ve been trying to get at you for a minute right?”

  “Yeah, I hear you. I don’t think you’re ready to chill with me though.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Just what I said, Mr. Jumpsuit… You’re not ready,” Chrisette repeated, making fun of his blue jumpsuit that the maintenance people were required to wear.

  “Let me be the judge of that. Are you going to give me your number or do I have to jump on your hood on the way out of here today?”

  “No, no, you don’t have to do all that. Here,” she said handing him her business card that included her cell number, and told him to reach her that evening.

  Jamal’s face lit up like a kid in a room full of candy. Chrisette thought he was attractive, he had a nice dark brown complexion, bald head, labeled thuggish by some people, but that didn’t bother her. He kind of reminded her of Tyrese. Jamal just wasn’t someone she’d normally date or fuck. It could have been that she knew he was too easy for her to get. But hey, today was a good day and giving Jamal her number could be just what she needed.

  II

  In the crowded elevator, Chrisette stood in the front near the doors. She didn’t get a chance to see everyone behind her, and wasn’t interested until she noticed someone staring in her direction. With a slight turn of her head she saw the man who made her cum hours earlier without even being there. A quick smile followed, and she turned her head forward, b
lushing excitedly that she had an opportunity to see him again.

  Was he new here? Maybe I should get off on the same floor he does, and see where he goes? That might be too obvious. I’ll just introduce myself after some of these people get off of the elevator. Her mind raced upward with the elevator. The beeping sound announcing the seventh floor jarred her. The doors opened, and all but two other people besides them remained.

  Now was the time for Chrisette to speak up, but suddenly she was speechless and that wasn’t like her. At the eighth floor the remaining two people got off and then it was just her and this mysterious man who had her full attention.

  “Are you a new employee here?” she said abruptly.

  “Actually, no I’m not. I’m meeting with someone upstairs,” he replied.

  His voice made Chrisette lose all common sense. She just stood there, nothing to say but feeling weak from his presence, and that deep, sexy voice. She glanced quickly at his hands and didn’t see a ring on either one. Her eyes came back up to his face, again she smiled, and began to ask his name just as the door opened on the twelfth floor.

  “This is my stop, enjoy your day, beautiful,” he said, strutting easily out of the elevator.

  As he glided by her, Chrisette took a whiff of his cologne. It was so intoxicating she became hot instantly. Her face turned red. She immediately realized that she was against the grain this time. She was normally the one who made men weak—not the other way around.

  The elevator door closed and Chrisette realized that he got off on the same floor that she was supposed to get off. In an effort to not make herself look stupid, she rode it up two more floors and briefly visited with an acquaintance before getting to her office back down on the twelfth floor. This was going to be an even better day for Chrisette as she thought about the possibility of running into this man again through out the day.

  With all the work she had to get completed, the odds of that happening, was going to be slim. Three hours into the day, she was able to take a quick break and stepped out to confirm appointments with her secretary, Linda. Linda was a fifty-two year old, very pleasant, white woman. She was always willing to go the extra mile for Chrisette.

  They got along well, and chatted from time to time about non-work related things, but nothing really personal. Chrisette decided that it might be okay to ask Linda if she had seen the man from the elevator. She described him as best as she could but Linda hadn’t seen the person she was talking about.

  “Thanks for getting these typed up for me Linda, and if you happen to see anyone that looks like that please buzz me okay?”

  “No problem Ms. Rowan, I sure will,” Linda said with a wink.

  Chrisette took the papers she’d received from Linda into her office and placed them on her desk. She then headed to one of the break rooms to get something to drink. A quick walk down the hall and she turned left into the empty room. Counting her change to get bottled water, she dropped one of her quarters under the machine, and bent down to see if she could reach it. The coin was too far back.

  “I guess I’ll settle for tap water, for the time being,” she said to her self, not wanting to walk back to the office for more change. In the cabinet, she reached for a paper cup and headed to the sink.

  Chrisette turned on the faucet. She smelled the cologne from the elevator and turned to look around. She saw her mystery man standing in the doorway with a cup of his own.

  “I guess you’re waiting for the lovely tap water?” Chrisette asked jokingly.

  He laughed and replied, “Not really, but that machine is broken so it’ll do.”

  “I’m glad you told me, I was going to get something out of it. I’m Chrisette, and you are?”

  “Nice to meet you Chrisette, I’m Robert.”

  The two shook hands and Chrisette felt something that she hadn’t felt before, it was nothing that could be identified but she liked it.

  “So, you said you were meeting someone here, are you finished with that now?”

  “Yes, I am. I was actually heading out in a few moments. I take it you work here, right?”

  “Yes I do, for a few years now.”

  “So, do you spend your entire day in this building or do you break free and go out to lunch?” Robert asked, eyeing Chrisette’s body like she was a Goddess.

  “Of course, I go out. Although I have to admit I have spent many days here without even leaving the office. I try to make it out as often as I can though. There’s a really nice restaurant about fifteen minutes from here that I like to go to.”

  “Hmm, I could go for something new. Would you mind joining me for lunch sometime?”

  “Yes sure!” Chrisette said excitedly and after a moment feeling a little embarrassed by how quickly she replied. “Well how about today, if that’s not too soon?” she continued.

  “Chrisette, it would be fine. Let’s meet in the garage first floor in about fifteen minutes.”

  They both exited the break room and went in different directions. The whole time Chrisette had the biggest smile on her face with a racing heart that was interested in finding out more about this man that had her captivated.

  She met with Robert as planned, and they left the garage in their own cars with him following Chrisette to the restaurant. She had an hour for lunch but ended up getting back to work forty five minutes late. Lucky for her, Miranda was at meeting in Baltimore that day. The time that she spent with Robert didn’t seem to last long but Chrisette found that she desperately wanted to spend more time with him. They exchanged numbers and Robert told her that he’d be in touch that evening.

  There was no question that the rest of the day was spent thinking about him more than it was completing her work. During one of her meetings she fumbled her words giving her presentation on several occasions. Excusing herself early, she thought nothing of it. Her main concern was getting finished with the work day and heading home in hopes of getting to speak with him again. She felt like a high school girl with a major crush but this time she was a grown woman and needed that rush!

  III

  That night, Chrisette didn’t receive a call from Robert but Jamal did call around 10:30 pm. “Hello?”

  “What’s good ma?”

  “Is that how you talk to all women, Jamal?”

  “I see you know my voice already!”

  “Caller ID and I don’t know anyone else who would call me ma,” she laughed.

  “Yeah, well I’m one of a kind,” he responded.

  “I believe that. So why are you calling me at this hour? What’s up with you?”

  “I’m sorry, is it too late?”

  “No it’s okay…just wondering why it took so long. The way you were acting I’d have thought you would call as soon as I got off of work.”

  “Aw, here we go with the jokes again. Nah, I had to take care of something but you knew I was going to hit you up.”

  “Yeah I did. So lets get to the point…what do you want from me?” Chrisette asked in a low and sexy tone.

  “I’m saying, I’m trying to get to know you better, maybe chill and do whatever.”

  “Whatever?”

  “Yeah, I’ve been watching you for a minute ma. I’m trying to see you outside work. How you feel about that?”

  “Where do you live, Jamal?”

  “In Alexandria. Where you at?”

  “Manassas. So you can make it over to my way. What’re you doing right now?”

  “That’s what’s up, nothing. You want me to come through?”

  “Yeah, you can say that,” he laughed, and coyly slipped in his address.

  “I’m on my way,” she said.

  “I’ll see you in an hour,” he said.

  Chrisette didn’t know what she was going to do with Jamal when he got there. He was a bit young for her taste, but tonight she could work with that. During the hour that she waited for him to arrive she’d gone downstairs to the living room wearing nothing but a black tank top, and a pair of pink panties. She�
��d let her hair down, feeling freaky, hot and ready to find out what Jamal was really after. Chrisette wasn’t shy when it came to sex. She knew what her body could do and what it desired.

  The door bell rang a few minutes after she’d sat down on the sofa. She got up and walked to the door and checked the security camera to be sure it was Jamal before opening one of the double doors to the main entrance.

  “Well, it took you long enough.”

  “D-a-m-n girl! Is this special treatment for me? Please tell me it is. I’d be upset if you come to the door like this for everybody.”

  “You’re silly. You act like you haven’t seen a woman in a tank top and panties before.”

  “Not when I first come to the crib! And damn sure not this fly, but I ain’t complaining.”

  “I know you’re not,” Chrisette said, walking toward Jamal as she closed the door. “So, you’ve been chasing me for a while. Now you’re here and you’ve got me, what are you going to do?”

  “This is crazy, are you playing?”

  “Why would I be playing Jamal? Do I look like a kid to you?”

  “Not at all, I’m just shocked that after all this time you’re finally coming around… And like this.”

  Chrisette grabbed his belt and started to undo it as she kissed his neck. Jamal took off his hat and threw it on the floor, receiving her kisses, and planting a few of his own as he lifted her tank top over her head and tossed it in the same direction of the hat.

  “Get on your knees,” Chrisette demanded.

  Jamal didn’t hesitate. He kissed her stomach and bit her panties, pulling them down with his teeth then with his hands the rest of the way.

  Chrisette was backed against a wall and placed one of her legs on his shoulder as he planted his face between her legs and began to taste the sweetness of her pussy. He was giving it to her so good that she ended up sliding down onto the floor for him to be able to spread her legs wide open, and get a good taste of paradise.