Misconduct 2

by Nicety

  Ashley, was it? Her sorry ass clearly knew everything about me as she stated. But, I knew nothing of her, which led me to believe that Chino was hiding her for good reason. He was probably at work right about now, getting his rocks off just thinking about the sorry bitch. She even had the nerve to show up to his office, his office, with her tight business suit on backing her ass all up on my man. He was mine dammit. I would be damned if I lost him to some dark skinned bimbo, especially one as evil looking as she. I had to get my job back soon so I could watch everything that was going on again.

  I had everything she had aside from the glamorous career. I had the beauty and dark mysterious eyes. I had the banging body with the fat ass to match. She did not even have hips. She was straight two by four but I had hips and curves for days. My man loved a great figure eight, hourglass physique. So what, she hit the gym and had calves that could bust a mule in his ass. I could acquire that, no sweat. I could change my body to match whatever he felt it was that I was missing. But, she could never change the ugly God had bestowed upon her fish looking face.

  My depression set in all weekend, however it was a brand new day and I refused to let this bitch win. I had been seeing Dr. B everyday for the last two weeks applying her philosophies to my everyday life. She was right with the advice she gave me once I left the rehab center. She told me that if I truly wanted my marriage to work, then I would have to fight for it at all cost. I whisked the blanket off my legs, jumping out of bed and bolted for the shower. I was ready to get my ass in gear for the showdown. Chino was a good man and he was mine. I forgot that, lost sight of what I had but after seeking the help that I needed and continuing to see the doc I knew I had the tools to never allow this to happen again.

  After the shower, I toweled off and raced furiously upstairs to my exceptionally large walk in closet. I stared at all of the beautiful clothes I nearly forgot I had. I had not been in this closet since I decided to move out of our master bedroom, only taking a few items downstairs in the guest room, so they all looked like new money to me.

  His favorite color was red but he also loved pencil skirts so that was exactly what I would wear until we got our marriage back on track. I had one in every color imaginable and if I run out I will simply wash them and start over again. What baby wants, baby gets. I knew exactly what I needed to do in order to get him back and it was going to be a slow and steady race. Women that came on too strong for him was a big turn off. Luckily for me, I knew everything about my man and that whore Ashley only knew the basics. I smiled at that fact as I reached for my cell.

  “Hey Barbara. How are you girl?” My voice was pleasant so as not to sound like anything was wrong with me.

  “Starla is that you? Girl where have you been? Are you coming back to work anytime soon?” Barbara inquired.

  “Girl you know I am. But, um, did Chino make it into the office yet?”

  “Uh, yes he did Starla. Did you need me to patch you through to him?”

  “No, no Hun. Actually I was wondering if you could do me a little favor.”

  “Anything, Starla. What’s up girly?”

  Barbara was an old Caucasian secretary at the firm who tried so desperately to keep her youthful spirit. She latched onto us younger workers when we would go to the bars after work and she would only hit on dudes twenty years her junior. She had to have been about forty-five years old but that did not stop her sex drive.

  We were thicker than glue and whenever I needed her she had my back, around the office that is. I figured she only did it because she liked drama just as much as I did. So I knew asking her for this favor would only result in her telling everyone in the office a week later but at the moment, I did not give a shit. She was the only one who would do what I asked with no problems.

  “Hun, I need you to look up the office where Attorney Ashley Baker works and give me her number.”

  “Oh. This wouldn’t have anything to do with her showing up here every now and again to Mr. Jacobs’ office would it?”

  “Every now and again? She’s been there more than once?” My breathing quickened.

  “Honey, she’s been here more than once. Did you hear me? In that office with your husband and the door closed each time too. I’m telling you when she gets here by the time she leaves he’s a new man.” Barbara sucked her teeth.

  “Is that right?”

  “Yep, but you ain’t hear that from me, girly. You ready with that pen and paper?” Barbara’s Deep South country accent annoyed the shit out of me though I felt my anger might have been misdirected.

  “Yeah, girl. What is it?”

  I moved over to my oversized white vanity, taking a furry pink pen from the flower cup. Hurriedly, I jotted down the number as quickly as she gave it to me. My feelings were wounded, even though they had no right to be. Out of all the shit I had put that man through, I deserved everything he was dishing out to me.

  But, Ashley looked like the type of bitch that would steal a man, and not give a shit about who she hurt in the process. She looked like the type to lie on her back and do whatever she needed to do to get someone else’s man. I could never let her do that to me. I could never let her take the one good thing I have going for me, the one good thing and only piece of my family that I have left.

  “Thanks Hun. I’ll call you later.” My voice grew raspy as if I was about to cry.

  “Hey Hun, you comin’ in today?” Barbara’s voice faded out, as I hung up the phone on her. I pretended not to have heard anything she last said, subsequently dialing the number she provided.

  “Good morning. I’m calling from Langford, Pub, and Frank for a Ms. Ashley Baker, please,” I lied with pleasantry.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Ms. Baker is in a meeting that will run until noon. May I take a message?”

  “Oh, no. That’s alright. I will just meet her then. This is her best friend and I wanted to make sure that she was scheduled for lunch at the Everest.”

  “Lunch at the Everest. Um, no ma’am I can’t say that I see it here. She’s actually planning to meet a business partner for lunch today—“

  “No, no, no, no! That simply won’t do. I am her best friend and she really needs to meet me at the Everest today at 12:30. The address is 440 S. LaSalle. I have reservations and it would be a shame for her to miss the one time I’m in town.” My pitiful voice could have won me an Oscar.

  “Um, okay I can let her know when she gets out of the meeting, ma’am. But, there are no guarantees she will go. She has been a bit on edge lately so getting on her bad side is not on the menu for me today if you know what I mean.”

  “Awe, I understand darling. Thank you so much. What’s your name again?” I asked.

  “Judy and you are?”

  “Thanks so much Judy for all of your help. Have a great day.” I hung the phone up quickly ignoring her question and to make another call.

  "Thank you for calling Everest, the most prestigious restaurant with the best Chicago view, how may I be of service to you?"

  I loved the way they answered the phone. "Yes, I'd like to make an emergency lunchtime reservation today and 12:30pm for Baker. First name Ashley. Attorney Ashley Baker."

  The slight typing noise in the background alerted me to their use of a digital registry. That was new. They usually just wrote things down on one of their ledgers. I was a little afraid while I waited, feeling as though my plan might not had worked as well as it would if they were still living in the stone age like most restaurants who were still writing things down for accuracy. The woman's breathing slowed as she continued to search her computer for an opening.

  "Okay the only thing that we have available won't be until next Tuesday. Would that be good?"

  "No. It seems you don't understand. See, I said this was an emergency Hun and I would hate to lose my job over a silly little mix up like this. I was supposed to set the meeting up for your restaurant when I mistakenly did it for another one. Is there anything you can do? Please,” I whimpered into the phone.r />
  “Ma’am, I’m sorry but—“

  “I’m begging you. Is there anywhere in your restaurant that you can place her? She is a very well respected attorney and I would hate to lose my job because I neglected to set up the right reservation for her business meeting.” The lies seemed to be flowing from my mouth like water this morning. “I have three mouths to feed and can’t afford to lose my paycheck.”

  “Ugh. I…I guess we can seat her at table 37. But, if she’s a minute late I am giving it to someone else,” the woman groaned, as she scolded.

  “Yes, ma’am. Thank you so much.”

  I sneered as I hung up the phone. That bitch Ashley had better show up. I had a few choice words that she needed to hear and if she chose not to adhere to them then she would get dealt with appropriately. See, I'm the type of chick to let someone know cordially that they were fucking up before I actually take action to get it through their thick skull. I may not have known Ashley as well as Chino did but she underestimated the type of bitch that I could be.

  What distressed me even more was the fact that he was not even trying to hide her. He simply flaunted her around the office, as if he was not married and none of the other workers would notice. I could not wait to get to the office, to discuss with the girls what had been going on in my absence but first thing was first. I needed to see a bitch about being a dog.

  I checked myself in the mirror making sure every aspect of my long dark curly weave was immaculate. My red pencil skirt and white silk tank cuffed my body like a latex glove. My Giuseppe heels were killing the game. My makeup was dark and impeccable. I was ready to confront this bitch.

  I sashayed out of the house an hour early looking as good as I wanted to look. Finding parking downtown would be a bitch, especially in the prestigious restaurant’s garage. It only took about twenty minutes to get there in lunchtime traffic, but I needed to get there, way before she did.

  I wanted to watch her mannerisms and see what she would do out of her element, out of control. She would undoubtedly look around wondering who in the hell brought her there and I needed to see what her face would look like once she saw me walking up to the table. Besides I did not want her to see me first and automatically leave the restaurant without giving me the chance to confront her.

  Out of my car and down the hall of the attached building, I caught the first opened elevator. My fingers hit the button, waiting to see if anyone would halt the doors needing to board. I rode the elevator alone and exited the same way, stepping out to see the glorious bright golden entrance to fabulousness. The restaurant was perched quietly on the fortieth floor of the Chicago Stock Exchange building.

  The gold plated structured walls and shiny glass doors were nothing compared to the charming ambiance and scenic views of the Chicago skyline that the restaurant adorned. It was just another eatery for most but for me it was like dining in paradise. It was also the place where Chino took me for our first date.

  I could never disturb my rapport in here because they respected us too much as customers having had date night there every two weeks since we were married. It was another reason why I chose this place. So I would not be tempted to snatch that bitch up by her hair and bang her head on the perfectly cleaned tile floor.

  There was a bench in the right corner corridor, near the ladies washroom. I took a seat there watching the table the maître d’ set up the reservation for, thirty-seven. I knew all of the table numbers well since Chino and I had been all over the restaurant. But, thirty-seven was neither too close nor far from the exit.

  It was the perfect place. Removing the makeup mirror from my black leather Fendi clutch, I checked my flawless smoky eye shadow and my deep red lipstick. Every inch of my face needed to pop out in her face letting her know just how beautiful I was, giving the notion that Chino could never leave someone so stunning.

  After stuffing the mirror back down into my purse, I looked up and there she was standing right at the podium waiting to be seated as her lips mumbled away on her cell. She looked like one of those video chicks from a rap video. It was shocking since she was supposed to be coming from work. If she went to work with that tight black body con dress on and a suit jacket with red bottom heels, then I had no other reason to believe that she did not sleep her way to the top of that firm in the few short years she had been working there. She was escorted to her seat and focused her attention out at the beautiful city skyline. I stood scooting my pencil skirt down a bit with my head held high and took a deep breath before I headed over towards the table.

  Chapter 14

  Chino

  With my index and middle fingers, I penetrate her soaking wet pussy until more secretions flowed out of her. She loved it, I could tell from the gyrating motion she made as I went in and out of her. Her waist fucked my fingers back harder and harder. She whimpered. I knew what she wanted but she was not about to get this daddy long stroke dick just yet. She was too impatient. Her pussy needed to be teased and tamed before she could taste any of it.

  My eyes caught a glimpse of her enemy slapping her tits from side to side, making them jiggle like appetizing Jell-O. I could tell her arousal was increasing from watching them bounce beautifully riding her chest. The next thing I knew she found them in her mouth. She sucked her erect nipples like she was slurping on the tip of a juicy Popsicle melting on a hot summer’s day. Every time I caught a glimpse of her tongue on her nipple it made my dick jump.

  She reached down to play with her clit, arousing and sending a jolt of wild sensations through her body. It only made me want to pound her more. Her enemy moaned on the bed crazily, arching her back for relief but receiving none. I fucked her harder and harder with my fingers as I leaned over on top of her to devour her other equator sized dark chocolate nipple in my mouth. It was silky like hot butter almost making me want to shoot out all over her leg. That would have been difficult since my pants were still on. I did not want to be tempted to stick my dick in her warm inviting pussy.

  Her dark chocolate skinned body glistened with sweat, as her hands clenched the sheets trying to brace herself from all of the oncoming pleasure. Her nerves were shot. The evidence of that was shown when her thick ass thighs began to tremble. All I could think was that I had to be the luckiest man on Earth to land two gorgeous women in my bed even though they hated each other’s guts. They requested that I choose between the both them, who was the better fit for me. But, one had surprised me, impressed me more than the other. One had shown that she was a cut above the rest and was not going down without a fight. I had already made up my mind but I would be a fool to pass up this opportunity.

  “Let me suck that dick baby,” her sultry lips begged breathing heavily as her clit continued to cum. “Stick it in my fucking mouth. Fuck my mouth daddy.”

  “No. This dick isn’t coming out to play just yet,” the buttercream skinned one replied, as she reached over rubbing the bulge in my pants.

  Again she had shocked me. I wanted her now more than ever. The Nubian beauty seizing hysterically beneath me was everything. She had a banging body, a gorgeous set of tits, and a pussy so hot it could have set my dick on fire. But, she had nothing on the redbone cutie that I could not seem to take my eyes off of. Her words kept ringing in my head telling me that she was the one that I needed, telling me to grab her and break her back out now. But, something still needed to be proven. I still needed to know if it was real.

  “Lick her pussy baby. Make her fucking scream until her voice goes out,” my buttercream beauty requested.

  “No. Bring that ass over here,” I replied unable to resist temptation any longer.

  She quickly submitted. She knew when to let her man lead and it was more than the answer that I needed to ensure that I was making the right decision. I had chosen the right one. The dark skinned beauty calmed her nerves and sat up on the edge of the bed as I made my way in between her enemy’s legs.

  She sat there watching, probably loathing that I was giving more attentivenes
s to someone else forgetting that she was even in the room. It was a well-deserved feast that I was about to partake in and I was more than hungry. I had been waiting for more than a year to get this shit, this lovely ass and fat salacious pussy right here and I was about to dive in.

  She opened her legs as her stomach bounced up and down in anticipation of my lips, my tongue. I wanted to lick her just as bad as she wanted to be licked and I could feel the heat coming off of her pussy warming up my mouth. If there was tension in the room it did not matter. If there were eyes beating the back of my head hoping I would stop, it did not matter.

  All that matter was that my tongue wanted to beat the shit out of her clit and make her moan like she had never moaned before. I was going to ensure that she never left and went anywhere else for pleasure ever again. My tongue hung out like a thirsty dog, breathing as close to her pussy without actually giving it the satisfaction of my touch.

  “Do it baby, lick this fucking pussy,” she begged grabbing the top of my head trying to force me downward.

  I refused to go. I had waited so long for her and now it was her turn to wait on me. I could hear faint pouting in the background behind me. Her enemy was not very pleased that I was breathing heavily over another woman’s clean shaved pussy. But, she would have to understand that I was in love with this pussy. I owned it. It was mine and there was no one or nothing that could force me away from it. I was drawn, bound to it like Gollum to the ring of the epic tale Lord of the Rings. I was bound to it and she to me.

  “Chino, I want to play too baby,” the dark beauty expressed. “I want some too.”

  Her whining went unnoticed, while my cheek planted lightly on my awaiting meal’s inner right thigh. My placement allowed my nose to soak in all of her womanly core. All of her needed to be savored and respected, not just devoured like some savage ravaging garbage. No, she was far from that and she would know it by the respect that I was giving her.