Freaks Cum Out (Dawn of the Freak)

by Solae Dehvine

  Sabrina and Cece sat in the back corner of the break room with their lunches, sodas, and Cece’s cell phone. Luckily, no one else was in the break room so they had some privacy; special privileges of eating lunch late.

  Cece decided they should take their lunch later than usual so she could show Sabrina what she had been holding in all day.

  “Girl, do you remember the temp that was here a month ago? Trina, I think her name was,” Cece whispered despite the fact that no one was in the break room.

  “Yeah, I remember her somewhat,” Sabrina answered. It really doesn’t matter, Sabrina thought.

  She had waited all day for Cece to tell her about this juicy gossip and she didn’t feel like playing the name game now just to get the information.

  “Well, look at this,” Cece said, pressing a few buttons on her cell phone. She sat the phone down in front of Sabrina and watched her face intently for her response.

  Sabrina looked at the screen. Her eyes grew wide as she began to focus. It was a girl in some lingerie sitting in a chair. She was gyrating and shaking her ass. Standing up and sitting down, bending over and allowing her ample bottom to fall out of her boy shorts.

  Sabrina almost asked what the meaningless video was until a man appeared in the video. He slapped the woman on her ass and pushed her down to the floor. Like a robot trained for this particular job, the girl got down on her knees and pulled out the guy’s dick. The girl wasted no time taking all of the man in her mouth.

  Sabrina wanted to look away but the thought of watching her ex co-worker excited her. I had to train her, Sabrina thought as she tried to remember her interaction with the girl. Before she could get too excited, Cece grabbed the phone from the table and pressed more buttons.

  “Girl, can you believe that shit?” Cece asked with her eyes on the phone.

  “So…She does videos. Where did you find that at?” Sabrina asked, so intrigued that she put down her turkey sandwich.

  “Girl, it’s an amateur, umm, site,” CeCe said, carefully trying not to say the word porn.

  “I look at from time to time but last night I saw her. Then I found out something even bigger than that,” CeCe said as she placed the phone back down in front of Sabrina.

  Sabrina saw the words “GET PAID” on the screen and immediately became interested.

  “Get paid to post your videos,” Sabrina read aloud without thinking.

  “Shhhhhh!” Cece shushed Sarbina’s reading and looked suspiciously around the room to make sure they were still alone. Sabrina quieted herself and read the information silently.

  CeCe chimed in after a minute or so to unload her comments on what she was reading.

  “Girl you can get paid for that shit. I looked at her page and she has all types of friends.,” CeCe whispered quickly as she grabbed her phone and put it away.

  “What? I don’t understand,” Sabrina stared with a perplexed look. She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the whole situation.

  The video seemed to be amateur but Sabrina wanted to know how she got paid. I need some money right now with all these new bills, she reasoned but she didn’t tell CeCe her thoughts.

  “Girl, it’s crazy. But I found out there are a lot of sites like that. I wish I could do that shit. I bet she is making all types of money. I recognized her but you can’t really see her face. And speaking of people fucking for money, did I tell you Shelia from accounting is doing Todd? I bet you that bitch gets promoted.”

  As quickly as that, Cece had changed subjects. CeCe kept talking and going on and on about different stuff that happened in the office - who was screwing who and what manager was showing favoritism to whom. Sabrina listened but her mind was still on the website.

  She desperately needed money. Every mention of a way to make extra cash had gotten Sabrina’s attention. She had even taken note of an infomercial claiming to make you rich in a matter of hours.

  CeCe had gotten side-tracked and forgot all about the girl and the porno.

  “But, how did you find the video?” Sabrina asked, trying to get her to refocus on something more interesting.

  “I was watching some videos online, trying to find something that me and Tyrone would like. You know, he is into that amateur porn.”

  “No, girl, I didn’t,” Sabrina said, chuckling. CeCe loved to talk about her sexual exploits with her husband.

  “So, there I am looking at the new uploaded videos and there she was. She is pretty popular, too. I wish I could be that bold,” CeCe said as she took a bite of her chicken salad.

  That comment got the wheels turning in Sabrina’s head. What if I…naw, I can’t do that, she told herself.

  “Girl, me and Tyrone got it on after watching one of her other videos. I paid $8.95 for the whole thing. Loved it.”

  “So, you can buy them?” Sabrina asked as took a bite of her sandwich

  “Ohhh, yeah. Me and Tyrone got it on,” CeCe told Sabrina all about her late night love making session.

  By that time Sabrina had stopped listening. She continued to nod her head and reply with a few random “oh yeahs,” but her mind was somewhere else and her clit was swelling from the possibilities. As CeCe went on and on about her and Tyrone and everyone else at the job, Sabrina made a mental note to check out the website later that night when she got home.

  What if I did do what that girl did? Sabrina asked herself. She began to smile as the wet substance formed between her legs.

  CHAPTER 5

  Pussy was pussy, but wasn’t shit better than new pussy. Brandon thought to himself between strokes.

  The more things change the more they stay the same. She’s gonna be all in love, wanting me to move in and shit after I beat it up.

  “Shhhhhhhh,” he tried to stop her from moaning too loud. I wish she would stop making all this damn noise, fucking up my concentration; Brandon closed his eyes and lifted his head to the ceiling.

  He met her at the club earlier that evening. They talked for awhile before they exchanged numbers and parted ways. Brandon didn’t expect to hear from her for at least a few days, but he was on his way home when she sent him a text message saying she wanted to get down. Brandon called her to hear the invitation for himself. Sure enough, she was ready for him.

  “I guess my concept of time is a little off,” Brandon told her as he made a U-turn and headed in the direction she told him.

  “We’re both grown and I can’t wait. I want you now,” she said.

  Now that he was deep inside her, he just wanted to nut and go home. Her bed squeaked slightly as he moved in and out of her. The girl’s name had escaped Brandon before he even made it in her front door. Now he had her down on all fours in the bed. He had mastered the “doggy style” years ago and was now showing her his best technique. Her head was buried in a pillow as he dug deeper inside her.

  This position was best for his one-night stands. Brandon never bedded ugly women but he preferred not to look at them. It’s easier to forget her if I didn’t have to stare at her, he once admitted long ago.

  The pillow was a master silencer of her screams. It was easy to convince her not to get too rowdy since her kids were asleep in their rooms. Brandon was secretly happy that her kids were home ,but of course, he didn’t let her know about his joy. Her kids were his escape plan.

  She was throwing her ass on him like they were in a porn movie. Brandon wasn’t trying to beat it up until she began challenging him.

  “Yeah, I’m putting that pussy on you, ain’t I?” he heard her growl over her back at him.

  Her head was no longer in the pillow. She was now turned around gazing at Brandon as she bounced her ass on his pelvis with hard slaps. This, to Brandon, was a challenge to a duel.

  This will be the last time that I fuck her, but she’s gonna remember how good this dick was, Brandon thought as he grabbed her hips, about to answer her challenge.

  Even though the kids might hear, he started to pound her with a fast pace of sexual fury. Brandon
sped up his strokes, the slapping of his pelvis on her ass cheeks resembling crashing thunder.

  She kept trying to slow his rhythm, but if felt so good that she was eventually defeated when tremors of her climax took control of her body. She began to shake and that was Brandon’s cue.

  “I’m cumming,” Brandon groaned as he pulled out and spewed his love juice into a condom. He still pulled out even though he wore condoms. “No need for mishaps,” he often joked with his boys.

  Sure enough, when he finished she was trying to get him to lay down with her. “Hold me, baby,” she moaned as she rolled over and got under the sheets.

  “Let me go to the bathroom real quick,” he said, walking into her connected master bathroom. Brandon took the condom off and checked for leaks. An old habit for him, but he wasn’t interested in having any deductions or clinic appointments with these women that he conquered.

  A quick nut was all I needed, Brandon reminded himself as all evidence of their rendezvous swirled down the toilet.

  He continued his post-sex ritual of cleaning up before he returned to the bedroom. He took a deep breath before grabbing the bathroom door knob.

  “Gotta be quick, B,” he told himself. He knew that his window of opportunity for a smooth getaway was small and he wasn’t in the mood to argue.

  Back in the bedroom, he immediately located his clothes and hurried to put them on. She sat straight up in the bed like she heard a startling noise.

  “Are you leaving?” she asked. He nodded as he looked around for his discarded tennis shoes. Over the years, Brandon had became a pro at the “bump and run” from his numerous sex romps. He already had his shirt on and was zipping his jeans before she could start begging.

  “You don’t have to leave. My kids won’t be up for a few hours. You can stay till then. I could even cook us breakfast,” she said, getting out of the bed, but it was too late. He was already dressed and about to exit her room.

  “Naw, boo. I gotta get to work in a few hours , remember?

  I need to go home, take a shower, and get ready. Next time, ok?” he lied as he kissed her forehead and made his way to the front door.

  He walked through the dark house, quietly so he wouldn’t wake her kids.

  I don’t wanna see no rugrats at 3am, he thought as he tip-toed around the furniture in her living room.

  He finally made it to the door and was about to close and lock it behind him, when he felt her hand touch his as she walked out the door with him. Damn, she got dressed quick, Brandon thought as he cursed himself for walking so slow.

  She had a long t-shirt that ironically had the words “Good Girl” plastered on the front.

  Brandon wanted to chuckle at her choice of clothing, but knew this conversation was going to be anything but laughable.

  She crossed her arms and glared at Brandon for her last showdown.

  “So, you think you can come over here, fuck me, and leave?” she said, staring right through him. “Yo, I have things to do. I was clear over the phone about what was gonna happen,”

  Brandon said as he pulled keys out of his jeans and hit the button for his remote start. The engine revved up from a black Camaro a few feet away.

  The “Pussy Puller,” as Brandon liked to call his prized possession.

  “Yeah, you said that, but you damn well can’t treat me like no ho and dismiss me like I ain’t shit,” she said, planting her hands on her hips and awaiting an explanation.

  “What did you say earlier when I talked to you?” Brandon asked as he looked her straight in her eyes.

  She seemed nervous as she stood there, thinking with makeup smeared across her face and her hair haphazardly lying all over her head. She looked more like the victim of a fight than a willing participant in one of Brandon’s fuck sessions.

  “Well, I---I told you I’m like no other woman you have ever been with,” she said, stuttering a bit. She was reluctant to answer his question because she knew the point he was trying to make.

  “No, let’s tell the truth. You said, ‘I will suck the cum out of your dick, lick the lent out of your ass, and fuck you to euphoria.’ Those were your exact words,” Brandon said as he grew irritated with her.

  These hos were all the same. They put the pussy out on a platter and then get mad because you take a sample and leave, Brandon observed as she shifted her hands from across her chest to planting her hands on her waist.

  ”You said those exact words because the shit made me laugh so hard that I dropped my phone, remember?” Brandon asked her.

  She nodded

  “So, you put yourself out there like that and you get mad cause I take you up on the offer?” Brandon half-asked her, but he didn’t expect a response.

  She said nothing, and instead she looked at him with a blank stare. Her facial expression spoke volumes. She must have never thought of this concept before.

  “You see that car? I gotta go to work and pay for that motherfucker. So I’ll talk to you later. I gotta get to work,” Brandon said, walking up the walkway from her house to his car.

  “Call me later, please,” she said to Brandon’s back as he walked off.

  He put his hand up to acknowledge that he heard her but he had no intention of calling. He slid into his car and sped off.

  Brandon really did have to go to work but he could have stayed and cuddled with her. He could have even stayed for breakfast, but that was stupid to him.

  He revved his engine and made it to the highway in record time. At 3am on a Sunday morning, the streets were clear. He turned the radio up loud and sped home. Drifting on the highway he started to think. I’m getting tired of ho-hopping. I need to be at home wrapped up in my woman’s legs.

  Instead, Brandon found himself out in the streets doing 70 in a 55, dodging police radars, and drunks, trying to make it home.

  Brandon tried to settle down but he always ran into the same shit; hoes disguised as good girls or some lazy freak thinking he was made of twenties, tens, and hundred dollar bills. He let out a long sigh and got off at the exit to his house.

  He turned the radio all the way down and drove a little slower. The police around Brandon’s home didn’t like black men driving with nice cars. They especially didn’t like them late at night.

  Only a few minutes removed from the highway, he pulled into his driveway and shut the car off. Looking up at his three-bedroom house, Brandon felt proud but couldn’t help but feel sadness as well. He was accomplishing everything he wanted, but finding a good woman to share it with was impossible.

  A ringing from his pocket broke the silence in his car. There was no name to display on the screen of his cell phone, but he remembered it as the number of the girl he just left.

  Why am I answering this? he asked himself as he pressed the green button on the phone.

  “Yeah,” Brandon said instead of “hello.”

  “Hey, boo. Did you make it home?” She asked, almost whispering.

  “Yeah, I just got here. ‘Bout to take a shower and go to work,” Brandon said as he stepped out of his car.

  “Oh, ok. I just wanted to ask since I forgot to ask while you were here. Ummmm…”

  Here it comes, Brandon thought as he walked towards his door, bracing himself for the foolishness the girl had to offer.

  “Could I, ah, borrow two hundred from you till my check comes next week?” she asked.

  Brandon starred at the phone in amazement. He had no words for her. To Brandon, hanging up was the only reasonable answer. He pressed the red button and ended the call. To make sure she didn’t call back, he also turned off his phone.

  “That’s the shit I’m talking about,” Brandon said aloud as he stuck the key in the door.

  Entering the house, the alarm beeped, echoing through the walls of the home. As he punched the four digit code onto the keypad to silence the loud beep, he looked around and felt even lonelier now as he saw the spotless living room.

  The house was painfully clean but with no womanly t
ouch. Brandon wasn’t much of a decorator. Despite his lack of décor experience, he had managed to pick out some nice furniture pieces, but no pictures adorned his walls.

  He threw his keys down on the glass coffee table. Today, he didn’t care about scratching the glass. He just wanted the retreat of a hot shower.

  I must be getting old ‘cause I remember a time when I could fuck three bitches in one night and not bat an eye, Brandon thought to himself. Shedding his clothes, he made his way to the bathroom.

  His toned, but sleek six foot two frame is what kept his phone ringing. Brandon thought back to when the thought of being single forever and fucking a different woman every day was a luxury life. The last few months had brought about a change in his mind.

  As he got older, so did his friends. Most of them had wives, the others had girlfriends, and all of them had kids. They looked happy with their families, and all Brandon had was an empty house and bothersome whores calling his phone.

  In the shower, Brandon let all of the thoughts wash over him like the gushing water from the shower head. He had celebrated his 29th birthday a few weeks before. It was the loneliest birthday he had ever experienced.

  All my boys could do was call and give me their wishes, and every woman I knew wanted me to take them out. Why would I wine and dine them on my birthday? he asked himself as he thought back on the day. He had opted for getting head from some hoe and spending the night at home, alone.

  He was out of the shower now, staring at himself in the mirror. Brandon was handsome, but he was getting old. Father Time was on his back, or at least he felt like he was. His deep brown skin and black hair was all the same but his face was getting the mature look that hit most men at the near-thirty mark. That really scared him in a way.

  The fear was now that Brandon was at a point where he wanted to settle down, there was no one to settle down with. I guess it’s my fault since I’ve fucked over so many good women, he admitted to himself.

  He breathed deeply and opened the door to the shower again, turning the water back on to as hot as possible. Stepping into the burning blast, Brandon thought, maybe I can wash this money-hungry bitch bait off me and get a real woman before I lose my mind.