These Are My Confessions

by Robinson, Cheryl; Smith, Meta; King, Joy; Parks, Electa Rome

“Damn, baby, your pussy is like that.” Right when Bianca was about to come, he pulled out.

  “Don’t stop, you feel so good,” she panted breathlessly.

  “I’m not done. I just want to look at you.” Glen ran his hands down every curve on Bianca’s body and then flipped her over. Then, with his tongue, he licked from the front of her clit to the insides of her ass cheeks.

  “Ahhh,” Bianca moaned as her body shivered in ecstasy from his touch.

  Glen grabbed her hair, pulling her head back before sliding his dick in and pounding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Bianca’s mind and body escaped to a place of elation that she never new existed. By the time he brought her to her third orgasm, she felt completely drained and fell into a deep sleep.

  She was the first to awake early the next morning. It took her a second to focus, but she immediately came to when she saw a naked Glen asleep beside her. Then Bianca began reminiscing over everything that had transpired the night before, which led to her waking up in Glen’s bed. Feeling a combination of happiness, confusion, and embarrassment, she slithered out of bed and started to get dressed. The sounds of Bianca scrambling to gather her belongings awoke Glen.

  “What time is it?” he asked struggling to open his eyes as he gazed at the clock. “It’s early, get back in bed.”

  “I have so much to do today, I need to go.” Bianca nervously buttoned her shirt.

  “Here you go again. Do I have to come over there and pull you back into bed? Because I will.”

  “You’re not worried that Sasha could come home any minute?”

  “Damn, that’s a good point,” Glen said, shaking his head, and Bianca felt a stab in her heart when she realized he cared about Sasha walking in on them.

  “I’m so stupid,” she said. “I should’ve never let myself get caught up.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “We had sex last night, and the only thing you’re worried about is Sasha coming home.”

  “What the fuck, you’re the one who brought her up,” Glen retorted.

  “Oh, so now it’s my fault that you seduced me?”

  “You want to play the blame game?”

  “Well, you are the one with the girlfriend.”

  “Yeah, but you knew that already.”

  For a moment there was complete stillness between them. Bianca’s feelings of shame were written all over her face.

  “Listen, last night was incredible,” Glen said. “I don’t want us to argue.”

  “No, you’re absolutely right. I did know you have a girlfriend, yet I chose to give in to temptation instead of using my head. I made a mistake.”

  “Don’t say that.” Glen walked over to Bianca and stroked her cheek. “This wasn’t a mistake. What happened last night was incredible, and I don’t want it to be a onetime thing.”

  “You still want us to be intimate?”

  Glen nodded his head.

  “So what about Sasha?”

  “She doesn’t have to know.”

  Bianca’s eyes widened. “So you want to see me behind Sasha’s back. What type of shit is that?” she said, pushing Glen’s hand away from her face.

  “I don’t understand. You want me to just end things with Sasha just like that? Don’t you think we need to see what is going to happen between us? We might decide that we have a better business relationship than a personal one.”

  “Of course, in Glen Goodman’s world there is no such thing as putting all your eggs in one basket when it comes to a relationship. You always need a backup plan. Well, excuse me if I don’t want to be it. I think you and Sasha are perfect for each other. I want to forget that last night ever happened.”

  “Are you sure about that?” From the intense look in Glen’s eyes Bianca knew his question was a deal breaker.

  “Very. I think we should keep our relationship on a business level.” That’s what her mouth said, but she knew her heart felt totally different.

  “That’s cool, business it is.”

  Glen turned away and headed toward the bathroom. leaving Bianca with a nauseating knot in the pit of her stomach. She desperately wanted to be back in bed with her legs wrapped around Glen’s back, feeling every inch of his dick inside of her, but she had way too much pride to carry on a secret affair with him.

  Before leaving, she glanced at the bed that she’d had the best sex of her life in, then walked out the door.

  Halftime

  I Like the Way You Move

  You could hear the sound of a pin drop as the entire arena focused on Glen Goodman’s next move down the court. With the championship series tied and only fifty seconds left in the final game, everyone was on edge, including Bianca, who wasn’t even a basketball fan.

  “It’s all up to you, Glen, bring it home,” Bianca said to herself. Working closer with Glen and feeling all ten inches of him inside of her, she had officially become a basketball fanatic. Although things had been awkward between them since their sexual tryst, she still secretly cheered every time her boss and lover for one night scored. She loved the way Glen moved, on the court and off. The Los Angeles Falcons were up by two, and the clock was quickly ticking away. If a major play wasn’t made in the next twenty seconds, there would be no championship celebration in Atlanta.

  “Girl, Isaac need to pass Glen the damn ball and stop wasting time,” Sasha barked at Tracy, as if she had any control over what her man was doing.

  “I’m with you on that,” Tracy said.

  Then like a horrible clip from a movie trailer, Isaac dropped the ball and everyone dived to try and retrieve it. The home team crowd erupted in a gasp, wondering what would happen next. When the dust cleared, Glen had stolen the ball and made a crossover fake that freed him up at the three-point line. Everyone zoomed in on the clock as Glen released his shot just before the buzzer sounded—and all they saw was net.

  The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer. Glen Goodman had once again come through like a soldier and brought the championship home. Sasha and Tracy ran onto the court along with the crowd, wanting to revel in the victory.

  “Damn, there is no way we’re getting through this crowd,” Sasha said.

  “Yeah, ain’t no way. We should wait outside the locker room like we normally do.”

  “Fuck that, it’s going to be a zoo over there too. Glen gave me the keys to his Rover, we can just wait there.”

  “Cool,” Tracy said, and the two of them bypassed the crowd and headed for Glen’s car.

  “Is it me, or does it seem like every ball player got a damn Range Rover with some sick rims?” Sasha asked, walking through the garage, feeling as if she’d stepped into a Range Rover dealership. Then, after getting in the front seat and turning on the ignition, she rolled down the windows, with T.I. blaring out of the speakers. “Let me turn this shit down.”

  “No, it isn’t you, every dude in the league is pushing a Range, with the twenty-four-inch rims,” Tracy responded from the passenger side. “It must be some sort of initiation requirement. That was like one of the first things Isaac bought when he went pro.”

  “Oh shit, you been with Isaac since he first got in the league?”

  “That’s right. We graduated from the same college, and you know this is only his second year in the pros.”

  “Were you all together in college?”

  “All four years,” Tracy said, nodding and feeling proud.

  Tracy liked Sasha, but she also felt they were in two different categories. She had been trooping it out with Isaac since before he became an NBA player and the money started flowing. When they were in college, Isaac loved playing ball and wanted to get drafted, and he could have easily dropped out of school and went into the league early. But he wanted that degree. Isaac’s dedication to getting an education was one of the reasons Tracy loved him so much. If he wasn’t practicing or playing a game, then he was with her, studying for a test, or the two of them were just hanging out.

  But since he became cool
with Glen, Isaac had been changing. Glen liked to go out every night, and when Sasha moved to Atlanta, she was always right there with him. At first Tracy didn’t want to be bothered with Sasha because she’d seen her type come and go with just about every player on the team. But somehow Sasha maneuvered her skills to become a permanent fixture. That didn’t sit well with Tracy, but instead of making her the enemy, Tracy decided to make her a friend. She knew girls like Sasha had lots of paper chasing friends, and she wasn’t about to let one of them come in and steal her man.

  “All four years, huh?” Sasha said. “I didn’t know that. So you are definitely trying to be his wife.”

  “Yeah, I would think,” Tracy snapped, put off by Sasha’s statement.

  “You’ve been in it for a minute, so why hasn’t he married you yet?” Sasha asked sarcastically.

  “For one, we’re only twenty-three and we both feel we have plenty of time for that. Also, we’re committed to one another, so when the time is right we’ll be walking down the aisle.”

  “You sound awfully confident. I guess you be working it out in that bedroom,” Sasha said with a playful laugh. She made the comment as if she were joking, but not in a good way. Tracy let it go, however, because she didn’t want Sasha to think that she felt her relationship with Isaac wasn’t solid. She knew that people like Sasha preyed on any sort of vulnerability, and she wasn’t about to hand it to her.

  “Yeah, girl, something like that. I was telling the dude we need to install a pole in the crib.”

  “Speaking of poles, we hitting Magic City or what,” Glen said, sneaking up on the two ladies, with Bianca and Isaac right behind him.

  “Baby, you won!” Sasha shouted. “I’m so proud of you. We can do whatever you like tonight.” She stuck her head out the window to plant a passionate kiss on her man. By now, Tracy had jumped out of the Range Rover and was giving Isaac a huge congratulatory hug. Bianca stood to the side, watching the couples grope each other, and decided this was be the perfect time to make her exit.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Bianca?” Glen screamed, startling her as she was walking away.

  “Home. I know you guys want to go out and celebrate, so I won’t keep you.”

  “Keep us, you coming with us.” Everybody looked at Glen surprisingly. It was obvious to them that Bianca wasn’t exactly the partying type, so they were shocked that Glen was extending the invitation.

  Bianca let out an uncomfortable laugh before responding. “I don’t think so. I’m really tired. I just want to go home.”

  “Bianca, you work for me. Remember that great salary I’m paying you with all the perks. That means you agreed to be a willing participant whenever I need you.”

  “I don’t want to go to a strip club.”

  “It’s not about what you want, it’s what I want. Come on, I won my first championship ring tonight. You can at least come out and celebrate with me.”

  She knew how important this night was for Glen, and he was her boss. At the same time, she didn’t want to watch as Sasha kept her paws all over Glen for the duration of the night. It amazed Bianca that Glen was able to act as if they hadn’t had the most passionate lovemaking session less than a month ago; it also hurt her feelings. Obviously, it had meant much more to her than it to him. Here, he was carrying on with Sasha and inviting her to a strip club like they’d never seen each other naked. But she steeled herself, decided if he could so easily brush it off his shoulders, then so could she.

  “Okay, but if I get tired,” she said, “I’m taking a taxi home.”

  “No problem,” he replied. “Now get in.”

  “I’ll follow right behind you, man,” Isaac said as he and Tracy moved toward his car.

  Sasha moved to the passenger seat and Bianca got in the back. She couldn’t believe she was hanging out with Glen and Sasha. But she was curious to see the legendary strip club. Magic City had been open and shut down on a few occasions. but its legions of fans were never far behind. Every African American mover and shaker in the entertainment business had been through the infamous doors at one time or another, and now she would be added to the list.

  Upon first entering, Bianca noticed the red, white, and pink baby tees in a glass case to her left. The shirts said MAGIC CITY, with rhinestone decorating the silhouette of a woman’s sexy body. She was tempted to purchase the pink one, then decided against it since the tee didn’t exactly fit into her uptight wardrobe.

  Everybody was shaking Glen’s and Isaac’s hands as they were led to a booth toward the back of the club. The moment they sat down, the DJ gave a shout. “Glen Goodman, who always delivers the goods, and Isaac Johnson from the Atlanta Phantoms are in the house tonight. Coming off their first championship win, they brought the celebration to Magic City. Now, ladies, you always do it right, but I want yah to perform extra nasty for our special guests.”

  He put on a Young Jeezy club banger, and all you saw was ass popping and tits jiggling, and then came the bottles of bubbly that would be poured all night. Bianca sat back in shocked awe as women did tricks on stage that she had never envisioned in her wildest dreams. A woman who looked all of six feet tall due to the ten-inch platforms she was rocking, had on a black tank top that cut above her breasts with an itsy bitsy thong, and she glided up the steel pole as if she were a slithering snake. Once she reached the top, the Amazon queen began her descent with hips, thighs, and pussy gyrating the pole as if having consensual sex. Then Bianca turned to the two women who were simulating sex with each other. One was standing on top of her head with her legs spread so wide she was basically doing an in the air split. The other woman was between her legs, humping her pussy.

  “Is this what it has come to? Cats only dropping paper if chicks fuck each other,” Tracy said to Bianca, since Bianca seemed to be the only person besides her who was disgusted with the sex antics going on around them.

  “Seems that way, since those are the girls that have stacks of paper in their garter.” Bianca and Tracy stared with their mouths wide open as the men showered the strippers with cash. It was raining nothing but money on the showstoppers.

  “Isaac, I’m ready to go,” Tracy said, with nothing but attitude in her voice.

  “We just got here. The party ain’t even got started yet.”

  “The party been started, and I’m ready to go.”

  “You need to sit back and relax. Enjoy yourself, like Sasha doing.” Tracy eyed Sasha, who was sitting next to Glen, and both had a girl dancing for them. “Why don’t you get a lap dance or something?” Isaac suggested.

  “You can’t be serious? I don’t want some girl’s coochie all up in my face.”

  “That’s your prerogative. But this is my night to celebrate, so you won’t mind if I get one.” Isaac waved a hundred dollar bill in the air, summoning a buxom girl in a cheerleading outfit to come over. Tracy slapped his arm down.

  “Yes, I do mind you getting a lap dance. I told you I was ready to go, and that means let’s leave, now!”

  Due to the loud music, Bianca couldn’t hear the exact words being exchanged between Tracy and Isaac, but from the vexed expression on their faces, she knew neither one was happy. Glen and Sasha were a whole other story. Both seemed like two kids in a candy store. They were enjoying the explicit sex show the strippers were giving them. Sasha even poured the dancers champagne, and they broke out in a toast. Bianca had seen enough and decided it was time to break out. She assumed everyone was so caught up in their own scene that nobody would notice that she went missing, especially not Glen.

  She reached the exit relieved that no one had stopped her. Watching Glen get lap dances by the buxom beauties had been about to make her ring the alarm.

  “Wait!” she heard; it sounded like a female scream, but she was reluctant to turn around, not wanting anyone to keep her from leaving. “I’ll share a taxi with you.”

  Now she did turn back, and saw Tracy approach, out of breath. “You don’t want to wait for Isaac?” she aske
d.

  “Fuck Isaac. He so caught up in all this disease infested pussy he can’t even think straight.”

  Bianca didn’t know how to respond, so she remained quiet. Tracy’s head was down and she was mumbling like a crazy person as they got into the taxi. Bianca was surprised that she had decided to leave Isaac there. She assumed that since Tracy was always with Sasha, she was also a party girl, and that attending strip clubs was the norm for them.

  “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you leave Isaac in the club?” she asked as the taxi took off.

  At first Tracy just shook her head. Then she started smacking her lips like she had so much to say but couldn’t get her words to come out. Finally she spoke.

  “Girl, I never thought this would happen, but Isaac has got sucked into this whole NBA lifestyle. Slowly but surely I’m losing him.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. It was obvious to Bianca that the situation was very painful for her.

  “I didn’t mean to upset you, Tracy. We don’t have to discuss it any further.”

  “No, I need somebody to talk to. Sasha trifling ass doesn’t care. She loves the life as an NBA player’s girl, even if you’re constantly being disrespected. But see, I’m not having that bullshit. I was with Isaac before all this, and I’ll be damn if I’m going to sit back and let him sling his dick in other bitches like it’s all good in our hood. Fuck that, I’ll let him go before I sink that low.”

  Bianca felt sorry for Tracy. She knew that Tracey meant every word she said, but it was killing her to say them. She obviously loved Isaac very much, but he was beginning to relish the perks of being a basketball star, and Tracy wanted their relationship to continue the way it used to be when it was all about them. Isaac was moving forward and Tracy was still living in the past.

  After the taxi dropped Tracy off, Bianca sat back and stared out the window. She’d had no words of encouragement for Tracy, and it bothered her. In the brief time she’d worked for Glen, she had a clear understanding of how difficult it was to deal with a man in the NBA, especially if you truly cared about him. If you were a chick looking for a momentary glimpse into fast cars, endless money, and nonstop parties, then dealing with a basketball player was the place to be. But if you were interested in a committed, monogamous relationship with a man who took pleasure in the simple things in life, you had a better chance of success heading to Vegas and winning at the slot machines. She could only take comfort that her encounter with experiencing love b-ball style was brief, though it was one she’d never forget.