by Mz. Robinson
I smiled while walking across the floor to the center of the room, where my crew had pushed four rectangular tables together.
“I just wanted to welcome each of you to the Ambiance.”
“The men smiled at me, nodding their heads.
“Gentleman, this is Octavia Ellis,” Damon introduced me. “Ms. Ellis is the owner of the Ambiance.”
“You have a lovely establishment, Ms. Ellis.” One of the businessmen said. He gave me a smile then allowed his eyes to scan over my body. Men are the same no matter what race or nationality. They all have a way of thinking with the little head in between their legs!
“Very beautiful,” he continued.
The other men at the table nodded their head in agreement. I looked at Damon and laughed.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” I smiled, sweetly. “And please let me know if you need anything.” I smiled at Damon then slowly turned on my heels and the left the room.
I sat at my desk calculating the lunch totals. Not including what we took in from the customers still outside dining, we had already made $8000.00 and it was only three o’clock. I made myself a note on my desk planner to do something special for my team, to reward them for all their hard work. I was in the process of checking my email, when someone knocked on my door.
“Come in.”
Damon opened the door then walked in. I had noticed earlier but now that he was standing before me, I could see just how sexy he was in his dark suit and silk mint green shirt and tie.
“I just wanted to say thank you.” He shut the door behind him them turned the lock. “It completely slipped my mind that I had promised my associates that we would come here for lunch.”
“Um hum...” I said, smacking my lips.
“And when you remembered, did it cross your mind to call and make reservations?”
“It did, but I figured I’d take my chances.”
“On what?”
“The fact that the sexy owner and proprietor would do me a favor.” He smiled, slowly slipping his jacket off. He folded the coat neatly, then laid it on the back of one of the leather guest chairs.
“And so she did,” I smiled seductively, and walked around my desk in front of him. “So, I guess you owe her one.”
“I do... “
“So where are they now?” I asked, looking at my watch. It had been well over an hour since I left them upstairs in the lounge.
“On their way back to Atlanta,” he said, moving closer to me. “From there to New York.”
“So how did your lunch go?”
“Great but I’m ready for dessert.”
“Well we have some great items on the menu.”
“What I want isn’t on the menu.” Starting at my calves, Damon slowly ran his hands up my legs, to the inside of my thighs. He eased down to his knees then gently pushed my legs open. I pushed the paperwork on the edge of my desk back, and then sat down with my legs spread. Lifting my hips I allowed him to slip my panties off. Damon’s warm mouth showered kisses on my lower lips before his tongue slipped into the warm crevice in between them. He licked around the inside of my vagina slowly, taunting my body with his tongue. I grabbed his head using him for balance as my entire body shook from pleasure. It felt so good I wanted to scream and cry! He sucked then licked my clit until I was sloppy wet and breathless. Damon stood up then adjusted his shirt and tie.
“May I use your bathroom?”
“Um hum.” I moaned, trying to catch my breath. He smiled before stepping into my private bathroom to wash his face. I slipped my panties back on then smoothed my hands over my dress before falling back into my chair.
“I have to get back to the office,” He said, stepping out of the bathroom. “But why don’t we finish this tonight?”
“Dinner at my place?” Before he could respond, his cell phone rang from inside his jacket.
“Hold that thought.” I paused while watching him retrieve his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket then flipped it open.
“Damon Whitmore.”
“What?’
“You gotta be kidding me.”
“What happened?” The expression on his face told me that he wasn’t getting good news.
“Fine. Just stall,” He ordered. “I’ll catch the next flight out.” He snapped his phone shut.
“Fuck!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got to go to Atlanta,” he said, quickly slipping his jacket on. “That was my associate, Tate.”
“The brother you saw with me earlier.” I nodded remembering the handsome man’s face.
“Well it seems that somewhere between the limo and the damn airplane Mr. Chung Woo decided not to do business with me.”
“Mr. Chung Woo?”
“The one that was checking you out.” I remembered the man who had scooped me out from head to toe.
“Money wise what does this mean for you?”
“It means that if I don’t change his mind and secure the contract…”
“I could lose out on a 4.5 million dollar development.”
“You’ll get it.” I said, sincerely. “If anyone can change his mind, you can.”
“Thanks baby.” He gave me a simple but sweet kiss on the lips. “Sorry about tonight but I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I smiled. “Go handle your business.”
Before leaving the Ambiance, I slipped out of my dress and heels and into a pair of running shorts, a loose fitting oversized t-shirt, and a pair of Nike Air Maxx. I hopped in my car, cranked it up then pulled out of the parking lot with my system bumping 50 Cents “A Lil Bit”. Traffic was heavy but moving freely on the Interstate as I drove towards Ladies All Around Fitness. I’d been a member at the all female gym for over a year but could count on two hands how many times I actually used my membership. I work out when the mood hits me. If it doesn’t hit me, I don’t work out. I’ve never had to worry about my figure; I was blessed with good genes and a high metabolism. I can eat whatever I want and not gain a pound. However, I do try to watch what I eat because no matter what size you are you can’t stuff your body with junk food all day everyday and expect it to run flawlessly. I hit my right turn signal then changed lanes. I bobbed my head to 50 as I approached my exit. Once on the exit, I looped around then turned off into the gym parking lot. I pulled my car into an empty space close to the front door, and then shut off my engine. I stepped out of the car with my Dooney and Bourke duffle bag in my hand, shut the door, and hit the security button on my keyless remote. I was walking towards the double glass doors when a white Mercedes Benz with dark tint pulled up to the curb. The driver’s side window slowly crept down.
“What’s up, sexy?”
“What’s up?” I stopped my stride then walked over to the car. Beau was leaning back in his seat wearing a white wife beater and denim shorts. His hair was neatly corn rowed.
“What you doing here?”
“I came to work out.” I said, stating the obvious.
“For what, Ma?” You’re already fine as hell.” I smiled.
“How you been?” He asked.
“I’ve been good and you?”
“Missing you.” We hadn’t seen each other since that night at Fatty’s.
“Missing me when?” I asked flirtatiously.
“Every time my dick gets hard.” He said, grabbing his crotch.
“So you miss me now?” I asked, looking down at his hardness.
“Yeah.”
“That’s good to know.”
“What’s up for tonight?” He was straight to the point.
“What do you have in mind?”
“You’ll see, Ma,” He licked his lips, causing electricity in the seat of my panties. “I’ll call you later.”
“Alright.” I stepped back from the car.
“Peace.” He pulled off then circled out of the parking lot.
I slid my membership card into the slot on the keypad then entered t
he gym. Ladies All Around Fitness was the biggest female only gym in the area. They offered a variety of classes, including: spinning, kick boxing, Tae Bo, and Pilates. Whenever I came I always focused on the elliptical, treadmills, or free weights. Today I planned to get an hour in on the treadmill. My planned changed when I saw that every treadmill on the floor was taken. I found a free ski machine by the window, sat my duffle bag on the floor, stuck my head phones in my ears then turned on my iPod. I started my workout with a five minute warm-up at a slow pace to get my heartbeat up then increased my speed and intensity for the next forty-five minutes. I spent the last ten minutes of my workout cooling down and bringing my heart rate back to a normal pace. When I finished I was good and sweaty but I felt good. I stuffed my iPod back in my bag, pulled out a bottle of Aquafina then headed for the door. I decided to try and work in gym time at least twice a week from now on. Even though I felt good from my workout, I could tell my “fine” ass was out of damn shape.
I walked through my front door and immediately my phone started ringing. I dropped my bag on the table then grabbed the cordless.
“Hello.”
“Hey, beautiful.” Damon sounded like he was on cloud nine.
“I take it you worked everything out.”
“Not quite but I think we’re at least back on track.”
“What happened?” I balanced the phone on my shoulder while removing all my clothes from the waist down.
“Someone placed a higher bid.”
“So you made a counter offer.”
“Not exactly,” he said. “My original offer was sweet enough.”
“But this other guy matched it plus he offered to be a silent partner, leaving all major decisions in Woo’s hands.”
“So Woo wants someone to invest but he likes the thought of having all control.”
“You got it.”
“So what does he plan to do?”
“He told me he would reconsider my offer,” Damon told me. “And if he’s as smart as I think he is, he’ll choose to do business with Nomad.”
“This other guy is unknown,” he said. “He claims that he heard about the development from a reliable source.”
“That sounds suspicious,” I said, plopping down on my couch.
“Exactly.”
“Do you think someone from inside your company is a leak?”
“Maybe but I’m going to stay here until I have the contracts signed and sealed.”
“I would do the same if I was you.”
“But listen I didn’t call to talk about business.” He said, changing the subject.
“What did you call to talk about?”
“You and how good you tasted today.”
“I wish you could have felt me today.” I said, picturing him deep inside of me.
“So do I,” He said, in a low voice. “But that will have to wait until I get back.”
“Unfortunately.”
“But I promise to make it worth your wait.”
“You better.”
“I’m a man of my word.”
“We will see.”
“Yes you will.” He said, confidently. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye”
“Bye baby.”
I had just put the phone down when my cell started ringing. I pulled it out of my bag then checked the caller ID. It was Beau.
“Hello”
“What’s up Ma?” The sound of his sexy voice made my panties wetter than they already were.
“Just about to jump in the shower.”
“What’s up for tonight?”
“You tell me.”
“Dinner at DeAngelo’s,” He answered. “Get ready and I’ll come scoop you in an hour.” I hesitated for a second. I had only kicked it with Beau once and besides the fact that he ate my kitty like a pro and his sex good, I really didn’t know much about him. I’ve always been cautious when it came down to letting men know where I stay. Okay, Damon was an exception. It looked like Beau would be exception number two because against my better judgment I gave him my address before hanging up.
An hour later I sat in the passenger side of the Chevy Avalanche Beau was driving. Much like the Escalade he was pushing when we first met and the Benz he was in earlier, the truck was customized with chrome wheels and tinted windows.
“Is this yours?” I crossed my legs, allowing my short pleated skirt to slide up to my mid thighs. Beau’s eyes darted to my exposed brown legs then back to the road ahead.
“Yeah.” He kept his answers short.
“It’s nice.”
“Thanks.”
We rode in silence while Tupac’s “I Ain’t Mad at You” played through the speakers. Every once in awhile Beau would look over at me but he never said a word.
“Are you okay?” I finally asked.
“Yeah just got a lot on my mind.” Well, you need to get that shit off your mind or take me back home. Incoming Call.
Beau’s cell phone rang. He turned down the music before answering.
“Yeah.”
“What?”
“Yo, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes!” He slammed the phone shut, then made a quick u- turn in the middle of the street. I could hear brakes screeching and horns honking, while I held on to the passenger’s side door to keep my body from slamming into it. The expression on his face showed his anger.
“Where are we going?”
“I have to handle some business at the club.”
“Fatty’s?” I asked, looking out the window. We were going in the opposite direction.
“Naw, Low Key.”
“The strip joint?”
“Yeah, that’s mine too.” I had never been to the Low Key but I heard it was one of the hottest gentleman’s clubs in the city. Jade mentioned it from time to time whenever I was in the salon.
“You can drop me off at home, if you want.”
“Naw, this won’t take long.”
The parking lot of the Low Key was packed. I wondered how many husbands were up in the place spending their family’s grocery money or child support money on someone else’s woman. It’s a damn shame! Beau pulled directly in front of the door then jumped out. To my surprise he walked around to the passenger’s side and held the door open for me.
“Come on Ma.” I took his hand then followed him through the doors of the club. Inside, two overly built guys sat on stools by the door. The shirts had “Security” printed on the front of them. They jumped up in unison when they saw Beau.
“If both of ya’ll niggas are in here, then who’s watching the outside of my club?” Beau asked, looking from one to the other.
“We uh…” one of them stammered.
“Don, get your ass outside!” Beau ordered him. He quickly exited out the door. “Turk, you don’t move from this spot until I tell you to,” Beau barked at the other man.
“But…”
“But what nigga?” He asked, standing in his face.
Turk looked from Beau to me.
“Man what if I gotta go take a piss?” He asked.
“You know my bladder is fucked up.”
“Hold that shit!” I felt bad for the brother but, Beau ran his business as he saw fit. Besides, I was positive that anyone who chose to work for him knew what they were getting themselves into. Beau held my hand as he walked to one of the two bars in the club.
“Tina, where’s Sasha?” He asked the tall, slender female working behind the bar.
“She left,” she said, hesitantly.
“What do you mean she left?” His voice rose. “What did I tell your black ass on the phone?”
“She’ll be right back, Beau,” Tina explained quickly. “She went with Johnny to get her dancing gear.”
“Cool.” Beau cocked a half smile.
“Sit here and order whatever you want,” He said to me. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I sat down on an empty bar stool, while Beau exited pass another security guard through a pair of l
ong velvet curtains located at the side of the stage. On stage was a dark-skinned sister, wearing a pair of clear stilettos, and a leopard print g-string. She hung upside down on the steel pole that came down from the ceiling and stopped in the middle of the stage floor. I watched in awe as she slid head first, down to the floor with her legs spread open. The men standing around the stage screamed, while some of them threw crumbled bills onto the floor. She flipped backwards off the pole into a handstand then did the splits until her toes were almost touching the floor. I felt like running up to the stage and throwing a couple of bills my damn self, I was so impressed. I looked around the room and noticed there were other girls in the room giving lap dances, or either trying to get the men to buy a lap dance. I can’t understand why anyone would want to work so hard just to make a couple dollars.
“Can I get you a drink?” Tina asked me.
“I’ll take a rum and coke, please.” She gave me a pleasant smile then proceeded to fix my drink. Once she was finished, she placed a cocktail napkin on the bar in front of me, dropped a straw in the small glass then sat the glass on the napkin.
“Thanks.” I took a small sip, immediately breathing in the alcohol. Tina hooked me up! I had more rum than coke, and that was just the way I liked it. She watched me for a moment then went down to the other end of the bar to check on her other customers. I swiveled around on the bar stool then continued to watch the crowd. I locked eyes with those of a handsome dark-skinned brother sitting at a table, in the corner near the side of the stage. The corner was dark but I still noticed him. He raised his glass up then flashed me a winning smile. He looked completely un-phased by the action surrounding him. In fact he looked out of place. I smiled at him then continued sipping on my drink. A few seconds later a beautiful girl came through the door followed by a short, overweight man. She had chestnut colored weave that stopped just above her ass, wearing a pair of fitted velour pants with a matching velour jacket that stopped just below her breast. A nylon gym bag swung from her shoulder. The girl didn’t look a day over eighteen but the man had to be pushing fifty-one. She came and stood at the bar next to me, with the man standing closely behind her.
“Tina.” Her voice sounded even younger than she looked.
“What’s up Sasha?” Tina asked, walking down in front of her.
