by B, Johnna
Angela took the drink without saying thank you and tossed a five dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change.”
Angela moved as if she didn’t have a care in the world, but, if she knew what Courtnie knew, she’d be very worried. Courtnie needed to hurry up and get out of public before she snapped. Luckily, Mike was just coming back from his break, so she motioned for him to resume his register duties while she disappeared into the back.
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When Courtnie got within the private confines of her office, she went straight for her pussy-pleaser, which she affectionately called Zeus. The pleasure toy had all kinds of mechanisms made for stimulation, from the silver beads that lined the shaft to the rotating bullet fitted at the tip. Courtnie cradled Zeus in her hand, like a real penis, and began licking it down the sides to get it moist. She could’ve used lubricant, but she was craving something in her mouth. Her pussy walls throbbed with anticipation of the pleasure that was about to be bestowed upon her. She lay back on the couch and lifted her legs to allow Zeus to enter her. As she pleased herself, she imagined that it was Adonis sliding in and out of her.
“Yes, baby…yes,” she rasped. She turned up the speed and clenched her teeth as the rotating head moved in blissful circles inside her, bringing her closer to the earth-shattering orgasm she was looking for. Once she’d gotten herself off, she lay on the office couch and fell asleep.
Chapter 2
Supreme Dream
Two hours later, Courtnie was rested and back out in front of the coffee shop. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw Adonis walk back in. He was sweaty and dirty, looking like he had been working hard somewhere, but, even covered in filth, he was still the sexiest man she’d ever seen. If given the chance, she would have licked every drop of sweat and dirt off his body. Time stood still as she watched him wipe his brow with his forearm. His every movement went in slow motion as she examined every flex and tightening of any muscle that her eyes were blessed to see.
Courtnie couldn’t hide the smile that spread across her face. She eyed him as if she was trying to see deep down into his soul. His cat-like eyes were taunting her with a come hither look. When he licked his soft lips, it gave her goose pimples all over her body. Courtnie clenched her legs shut to ease the tension that was building up from the sight of him. His dirty white t-shirt clung to his body and looked as if it was being stretched to its limits. His Dickey jeans were dark denim and covered in paint and cement. She couldn’t help but to try to see the bulge in the crotch area. Courtnie licked her lips at the thought of all the chocolate that was sure to be there. She watched him from behind her desk. He was at the end of the line, so this gave her more time to study his movements and his reactions to the things around him. She wanted to be the one who knew him better than anyone else—even his wife.
Courtnie could tell he was still pissed off from the altercation with his wife earlier, by the way his jaws clenched every so often and the way he stared off into space. She wanted to pleasure him so good that a permanent smile would adorn his beautiful face. As he inched closer, she stood to get his attention. She couldn’t believe the feelings this man brought to her body just from visualization alone. Her love tunnel ached and yearned for him. Yes, she would have him, and no one was going to stand in her way, not even his little family. It was at that moment that she decided it was time to put her plan into motion. No more waiting on him to notice her. She would strip down to her birthday suit if that was what it would take to get his attention this time around.
Adonis watched as Courtnie sauntered up to the register. She took slow and deliberate steps, making sure everything on her body bounced. Each part of her took on a life of its own. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. He had seen her numerous times, but there was something different about her. She seemed almost majestic. He didn’t know if it was because his wife hadn’t given him any loving in almost four months, or if he was really starting to find this woman alluring. Adonis had never given her more than an admiring glance, but today she had his full attention. He watched her strut like a woman on a mission, turning the heads of everyone in the coffee shop. Her skirt wrapped around her hips perfectly, tight but not too tight to where she couldn’t breathe. She had on a button up shirt that was left open enough to show the top of her ample cleavage. It was snug and made her breasts look like they were sitting up on a silver tray, ready to be served. She flung her blonde hair over her right shoulder and showed off her smooth, tanned skin. Her ocean blue eyes stared deep into his eyes, making him feel naked. Adonis didn’t really go for white girls, but she was fine. She had a body that could give most sisters a run for their money. She put him in the mind of Ice T’s wife, Coco, minus the big head. He found himself curious to see if what he had heard about white women being real freaky in the bedroom was true. She had his long-john dancing in his pants now that he was up close and getting a good look at her.
“Beat it,” Courtnie whispered in Mike’s ear.
He looked up from the register with a confused look on his face. This was the second time today that she was sending him on an unscheduled break. He didn’t know what the hell was going on with her, but he sure wouldn’t argue with another cigarette break. The customers had been working his last nerves, ordering all those dumb-ass coffees. Whatever happened to black coffee, no sugar, no cream?, he thought as he walked away.
While Courtnie waited on the other customers, she saw Adonis watching her. When she handed the customer in front of her his order, she made it a point to lean forward, so Adonis could get a better view of her large breasts.
Adonis openly gawked at her, letting his eyes drink her in. Her pouty, pink lips looked like they were begging to be wrapped around his dick. As he neared the front of the line, he noticed that her cheeks had turned red. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was having the same dirty thoughts he was.
“What can I do to you…I mean, how can I help you?” Courtnie asked. The slip of the lip was intentional, but she made it seem accidental.
Adonis smiled. “Surprise me,” he said smoothly while licking his lips. He could literally smell the sex oozing from her pores.
Had Courtnie not been leaning on the counter top for support, she’d have likely fainted when he spoke to her. His lips looked so suck-able. She wanted to draw them into her mouth and nibble on them. She finally composed herself enough to speak again.
“We have over thirty-six flavors of coffee, sir.”
“Well, give me what you think I will like,” Adonis said flirtatiously.
Adonis was only being playful, but, in Courtnie’s mind, he had just confessed his undying love for her. He does love me! I knew it! I knew it would only take a little time for him to come around. A sneaky smiled spread across her face.
“Okay, I’ll see what I can come up with.” She turned slowly, giving him a full 360 degree view of her pleasurable offerings.
Adonis loved the way her ass sat up in that skirt. It looked like she did a thousand squats per day, which Courtnie did. Unbeknownst to him, she was a fitness fanatic who ate practically no carbs and could count the calories on everyone’s plate around her.
Courtnie took her time making his drink, and every move was exaggerated. She wanted him to get a good look at what she had to offer. When she was done fixing his coffee, she turned to find him watching her. This made her feel as if she was soaring through the clouds, into the heavens. The excitement was becoming too much for her. The anticipation was driving her crazy with desire. She bit down on the inside of her mouth as hard as she could, using the pain to keep her focused. She could taste the salty blood on her tongue from the cut she had opened up on the inside of her cheek. The blood and pain were her anchors.
“See something you like?” Courtnie asked innocently.
“Maybe.” Adonis took a sip of the special brew she had made for him. “Pretty good,” he said, while licking the residue from his upper lip. “What’s in it?”
“A little bit
of this and a little bit of that,” she told him. “It’s something I came up with, with you in mind. Whenever you come in and want it, just let me know, and I’ll make sure you get it.”
By that point, it was obviously to anyone listening that they were no longer talking about coffee. Courtnie and Adonis exchanged predatory glances, both silently wishing they were alone.
Adonis let out a soft chuckle to break the tension. “I’ll keep that in mind. By the way, my name is Adonis.” He extended his hand.
Courtnie already knew his name from the few times he’d paid using his credit card, mentioning it might’ve creeped him out. She stared at his extended hand, almost stuck as to what to do next. This had been a moment she had dreamed about for so long—to finally feel the touch of his skin against hers. She had to concentrate to keep her hand from trembling when she reached out to shake his. The moment they made contact, she felt the spark of electricity between them. Adonis’s hand was surprisingly soft, considering the fact that he obviously did blue-collar work. His fingernails were dusty from wherever he’d been working, but she could tell he got them manicured regularly, because they were neatly trimmed and polished. It was only a handshake, but, to her, it was just as sacred as a first kiss, and she would cherish the feel of his hand for all time.
“Umm, excuse me, but can I order some coffee? I got somewhere to be,” an angry woman said, interrupting Courtnie’s moment.
Courtnie’s head snapped up to see who had been so rude and dumb enough to ruin her intimate moment. She studied the woman’s face and made a mental note of it. The next time she came in, Courtnie was going to be sure to add something extra to her coffee for intruding.
“I’m Courtnie. Nice to meet you.” She ignored the woman and continued talking to Adonis.
Adonis felt the spark, too. Courtnie’s hand was soft. He wondered if the rest of her was as soft. In his mind, he saw himself bending the thick white girl over the counter and fucking the shit out of her. He needed to get away from Courtnie before he did something stupid.
“It was nice meeting you, too, Courtnie, but I better be going before a riot breaks out in here with all these people waiting for their orders. Take care.”
He turned and headed for the door.
As Courtnie watched him walk away, she was madder than a raging bull. She wanted to jump over the counter and snatch the heifer that had ruined their moment by her throat, but she had to maintain her composure. She smiled at the woman and went about the task of making her coffee. She ducked under the counter to retrieve some more cups. While she was down there, she put a squirt of bathroom cleaner into the cup she would be serving the woman. Still smiling brightly, Courtnie made the woman’s drink and handed it to her. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the rude woman taking a sip of the coffee.
The rude woman frowned. “I asked for two sugars, and this clearly has three. I guess it’ll have to do, though,” she said walked away.
“Thank you. Please come again soon,” Courtnie said sarcastically.
When Mike came back from his break, Courtnie surrendered the register again and went back into her office. She locked the door and practically ran to her desk, where she pulled out the bottom drawer and removed the lock-box she kept inside it. In the box was the small pistol that she kept for protection and a smaller box where she kept her secret. She looked at the box for second, as if she was contemplating what she was about to do. Courtnie had done it one thousand times before, but it always felt like the first time. She opened the secret box and studied its contents. The small razors were staring at her, taunting her and egging her on. She picked up one of the razors and twirled it around in her fingers, checking the weight of it as if it had lost or gained weight in the last twenty-four hours. She sat the razor down and took off her blouse, which she laid neatly across the chair. Holding one of the razors in her hand, she raised her arm and took a deep breath.
The touch of the razor was cold against her warm armpit. The hot sear of pain, when she broke the skin, shot through her arm and settled in her gut. The rush was so powerful that she could feel her clit jump. Immediately, she felt such a powerful rush that she urinated on herself. With her teeth clenched shut, she closed her eyes and relished in the moment as thoughts of Adonis ran rampant in her head. She paid the urine no mind and repeated cutting herself a couple more times. It was like rough sex. After the ritual was complete and she was satisfied, she was as relaxed as if she had just busted a great nut…courtesy of Adonis. The next time she saw him, she planned to thank him in any and every way he would allow.
Courtnie walked over to the sink in her office, where she took a ho-bath, washing between her legs and under her arms. When she was cleaned up, she grabbed an extra outfit from the office closet and prepared to finish up her day.
Chapter 3
No Turning Back
Adonis sat in his car for about an hour before he went into his home. Sometimes he hated going home, because he knew nothing good awaited him. The only highlight of his day was seeing his kids. His wife, on the other hand, was a different story. Angela offered him nothing but attitude, and, when he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing but resentment.
Standing outside the front door, he took a deep breath before preparing to enter and face whatever bullshit awaited him. As soon as he opened the door, his nose was overwhelmed with the smell of bleach. It burned his eyes and tickled the back of his throat. He walked in the house to find it a total wreck. There was glass everywhere, and clothes strewn were all over. The further into the house he went, the stronger the smell of bleach became. Something was terribly wrong.
“Angie!” he yelled in a panic. “Angie!” he yelled again as he took off up the steps that led to their bedroom.
When he looked in the closet, he noticed that it was nearly empty. Most of Angela’s clothes were gone and so were his. Slowly, the tumblers in his mind fell into place, and his fear was replaced by anger.
“I know this bitch didn’t,” he said to himself.
Adonis followed the smell of bleach into the bathroom, where he found most of his clothes soaking in a tub filled with bleach.
“If this ain’t the most ignorant bitch I done ever met in my life!” Adonis fumed.
He patted his pockets looking for his phone as he paced back and forth in their bedroom. Finally finding it, he dialed Angela’s number. He had to call her four times before she finally decided to answer.
“What?” Angela answered with an attitude.
“The fuck you mean ‘what’? Why you do that shit to my clothes?” he yelled in her ear.
“Because you ain’t shit. Tell that other bitch you be spending all yo’ time with to go buy you some more,” she capped back.
“Here we go with this shit. What other bitch, Angela?”
“The bitch that you’ve been giving that dick to because you sure ain’t giving me none!” Angela shouted.
Adonis looked at the phone as if it was a foreign object. “You is about the most stupidest muthafucka. Angela, what am I supposed to wear now that you’ve ruined all my shit? You know what? Don’t even answer that. Look. It’s obvious that you want out of this marriage, so, if you want to go, then leave. Where are my kids?”
He was through with her and her bullshit, and a part of him would be glad to be rid of his accusing wife. The only thing that mattered to him, at that point, was his children.
“Your kids? Nigga, you will never see my kids again. You think I’m gonna allow you to have my babies around your other bitch? Fuck you and her.”
“Bitch, you done?” Adonis hadn’t meant to use the B-word. It slipped out because he was angry, but he couldn’t take it back.
“Bitch?” Angela asked, stunned.
Adonis had never spoken to her that way, but she knew that she had hit him below the belt by threatening to take his kids. Still, her pride wouldn’t let her concede.
“I’m gonna make you wear that one, you dirty-ass dog. You better hold on to memor
ies, because you ain’t gonna see my kids again.”
“Angela, on everything I love, if you try and keep me from my children they’re going to find your ass buried in somebody’s backyard!” Adonis raged.
“Fuck you, nigga!” Angela spat, before hanging up on him.
“Aaaawwwww!” Adonis roared as he threw his phone against the wall.
He couldn’t believe he was going through this bullshit with Angela. When they’d met ten years prior, they had been the best of friends. She was in college studying business management, and he was just getting back from serving in Iraq. It didn’t take long for them to fall in love. She was everything he wanted in a woman, and he was everything she wanted in a man. He catered to her every need and treated her like queen. Somewhere along the line, things took a turn for the worse. Angela became paranoid and started accusing him of cheating. Adonis knew his hands were clean and tried the best he could to reassure her of that, but Angela wouldn’t let it go. It was almost like she was intentionally trying to make him fall out of love with her, and it was working.
Adonis opened all the windows in the house to air it out and began the task of cleaning up the mess Angela had made. His heart was heavy, heavy with frustration and confusion. He was a good man and didn’t deserve the bullshit Angela had been putting him through. When he was done cleaning, he packed what few clothes she hadn’t bleached in a duffle bag. He didn’t want to stay in the house, for fear of what he might do to Angela if she popped up, so he decided to check into a hotel for a few nights.
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“That fool is mad as hell,” Angela said, laughing after she’d hung up with Adonis.
She was at her sister’s house, in the process of making her kids a pallet on the floor to sleep on when she’d gotten the call.
