Dusting off her hands, she commented, “There were a few things I want to discuss with the seller before putting in a bid for you to purchase it.”
“That’s what I’m paying you the big bucks for,” Emily joked.
Once outside, Emily nudged Shayla, looking in the direction of a woman going into the back door of the strip club.
“She better go make that money to pay for the state tax increase,” Shayla said.
“She better do more than some shaking up in there if she wants to pay those or property taxes,” Emily said, still ticked off at the increase on hers. She could more than afford the increase, but the fact that more than tripled still had her eyes sore from popping out her head when she opened her mail.
“On a more serious note…” Shayla hugged her. “I am so proud of you. You’ve always been a hustler when it came to getting what you want and taking care of business, even if it was something as simple as convincing me to walk up to a prison to get out of the cold.”
“Thanks girl.” Emily laughed. “I can’t believe you brought that up. That’s a pre-Mercedes tales of the broke experience!” She popped her friend in the arm.
“See you later!” Shayla dodged the playful blow and took off in the opposite direction.
Emily was still laughing as she made her way to her vehicle. Her mind went back to her college days. The weekend had arrived, and she and Shayla were on the road to a party at another nearby college. After driving forty-five minutes, they arrived and realize they’d been tricked. The party was nothing more than a group of guys getting high, drinking, and pretending to be rap stars.
“Oh hell, no, let’s go!” Emily had backed up to the door.
“Come on have a drink,” one of the guys coaxed them in.
It was either get back on the road or stay and have a drink. Emily gave in and was soon laughing with the rest of them. She waved off the marijuana but had more than her fair share of alcohol.
A few hours later, they had decided to call it a night. Twenty minutes into the ride, Emily’s check engine light came on, and the car slowed down to a crawl. Emily pulled off to the side of the road just before it completely died and they were crushed by one of the many semi-trucks whizzing past them. This wasn’t the first time the car had issues. Her car was a beater, purely drive at your own risk.
“Shit!” Emily had smacked the steering wheel.
“Well, we could walk to the nearest gas station, or we can wait until a truck driver came by, show him some skin, and take his truck,” Shayla said with a straight face.
“Shayla, shut your high ass up.” Normally she would have gotten a kick out of Shayla’s commentary when she was high because she always said the funniest things, but this was not the time.
She cursed her decision to attend a Midwest school and not stay in the south. It was the middle of January so the temperature was at the highest fifteen degrees, and there’d been a major snowfall earlier in the week. Sobering up, Emily checked out their surroundings. She vaguely remembered an exit a few miles back, but the prison they were in front of looked rather inviting.
Maybe I really hadn’t sobered up that much to think a prison was inviting, her present-self reasoned.
With little effort, she had convinced Shayla to walk up to the gate with her so they could at least use the phone. The area they were in was a dead zone, rendering their prepaid cell phones useless.
Paranoid from the marijuana smoking had Shayla babbling. “There are more black men in prison than there were in college. It’s a government design in place to destroy the community and the black family…”
Emily fought the urge to say, “So doing the crime itself had nothing to do with it?” It would only add fuel to Shayla’s conspiracy theory. “Come on.”
She opened the car door, and a strong gust wind blew it backward, rendering it difficult to close. It was so cold it felt as though her nose hairs had turned to ice. Her eyes started to water, and she turned her head to the side, trying to avoid direct contact from the wind as they made their way to the building. Her frozen face seemed as if it would shatter with each step she took.
Out of the darkness, a spotlight shined on them. “Come any closer, and we will shoot!” a male voice boomed.
“You’re going to have to shoot me then because it is fucking cold out here, and we have nowhere else to go!” Emily screamed back, flipping him off at the same time. Vodka seemed to have given her a set of extra-large balls or it could have been the cold freezing her brain, she couldn’t really remember.
After the guards got tired of Emily cussing them out, they opened the gate, and a car came out, stopping in front of them.
“My shift’s over. Get in,” he said.
“What if he’s not a guard? He could be a serial killer stealing a guard’s car to come out and get us,” Shayla said.
Ignoring Shayla’s paranoia, Emily pushed her in the car, bumping her head against the door. The guard gave them a ride back to their campus.
Emily smiled in disbelief at the memory as she pulled up in her driveway. A black SUV was parked on the street in front of the empty lot next to her house, exactly where she instructed her security to park.
She pulled in the garage and got out the car. The door swung open before she had a chance to turn the handle. Antonio stood there, looking edible in his khaki pants and blue polo shirt with his company’s logo on the upper right side.
“What are you doing opening up my door?” Emily put her hands on her hips, pretending to be mad.
“It’s my shift. Remember I told you I work some shifts.” He stepped closer, invading her personal space.
“Whatever, move please.” She brushed past him but not before noticing his masculine physique. An eagle with Semper Fi written under it poked out from under his short sleeve on his lower right bicep. It had gone unnoticed at the interview, which she hadn’t seen him since. She wondered how many more he had on his olive skin. Thoughts of pulling him out to the garage and showing him why she was the owner of The Playhouse danced through her mind. Antonio’s muscles on his arms were calling out for her to let him grab her hair and pin her up against the wall as she wrapped her long legs around his waist ready, for whatever he was going to give her.
“…I hope you don’t mind,” Antonio finished.
“Don’t mind what?” She snapped back to reality and blushed. “I’m sorry. I have a few things on my mind.”
“I see.” He looked down at her, studying her a moment before continuing, “I said I went ahead and made dinner for you and Sean. Where is he?”
“He’s spending the weekend with his aunt. You cooked?”
As she walked into the kitchen, her senses were assaulted by the smell of spices and herbs. She tried to sneak a peek in the pots, but he batted her hands away.
Relenting, she backed away from her stove. “Smells good, what is it?”
“Lamb, mixed vegetables, and wild rice. I’m sure one of the girls will gladly eat his portion. To be honest, I’m kind of glad Sean isn’t here. I’d love to get to know you better since my shift doesn’t end until four in the morning.” He smiled.
“Lamb? Wow, there’s a lot more to you than I thought.” Emily disregarded the last part of his statement. She had no intention of staying up late with the man who made the inner sweetness between her thighs twitch just by looking at her.
Not only was her last encounter a year prior, but it had been a one night stand. Her last relationship had failed miserably when her ex learned of her true job as an adult entertainer and not in IT as he assumed from her late hours. She went to a club to free her mind and had one too many drinks. A guy asked her to dance, and after six months of no sex, she started getting turned on by all the grinding they were doing on the dance floor. They made their way back to his place. Once the deed was done, she slipped out his house like a thief in the night.
Antonio, on the other hand, would never be a one night stand for her. He intrigued her along with calling at he
r repressed womanhood. He made her feel like a lioness stalking her prey, ready to rip his clothes off, and make him scream her name right here on her glass table.
“The food will be ready in a minute,” he said, interrupting her naughty thoughts.
She observed how at home he seemed in the kitchen while still keeping his gaze on the new monitors she’d installed. Now she and her security were able to see the girls from downstairs as well as from her office.
Emily watched as he walked over to the stove and lifting the lids off the pots, inspecting his work. Sexy, and he can cook! I’m in love.
Chapter Three
After they ate the delicious meal prepared by Chef Antonio, they moved to the living room and started watching a Game of Thrones. Emily sat next to him, her head on his shoulder. He half paid attention to the television and reflected on their conversation.
“Where’s Sean’s father?” He’d asked.
She tensed up. “Who knows. He hasn’t been much of a father since a few months after finding out I was pregnant.”
“I’m sorry.”
Emily looked at him. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault he’s a jerk.”
He felt bad for bringing up a sour subject. “How’d you decide on the adult industry?”
A smile crossed her face along with a far off look. “When I graduated college I worked in administration. The pay was barely enough to cover my bills and daycare. One day I saw a sign for lingerie models. I tried it out. The pay was great and I had more time with my son. I knew I didn’t want to take my clothes of for men for long but I saw there was money to be made. My business side kicked in and there you have it.”
It was his turn to smile. “You know you’re unlike most women here. They’re looking for a man to take care of them. I see your drive and I like it.”
She blushed. “What about you Mr. Marine?”
He poked out his chest. “I was born to be a Marine.” He laughed. “Seriously, I wanted to serve my country. I’m the second generation born here. America’s a great country and I wanted to give back. After six years I felt I did my duty but knew I didn’t want to work for anyone else. I had enough of following orders so I started my own business.”
She nodded. “An all around All American. Empressive.”
A fight scene brought him back to the here and now. He was an action man and the show had plenty of it. He leaned back on the couch and listened as Emily took a deep breath.
Antonio watched as Emily closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
***
Emily let out a soft moan, adjusting her head.
“Damn, es atractiva, so sexy,” he whispered. He kissed her on the forehead.
She turned, bringing her lips just inches away from his. Leaning closer, he gave her a soft kiss on the lips. When she opened her eyes and smiled, he dove in, ravaging her lips and tongue. Emily returned his passion with a fire of her own.
Antonio picked her up and carried her to the backyard patio. The yard had a privacy fence so no one would see what they were about to do. He positioned her down on a reclining lounge chair and continued kissing her and licking her neck. Antonio lifted up her shirt and slid his hand under her bra. Her nipples were so hard they were standing at attention, like two good soldiers. He sucked them, moving from one to another. Emily moaned in delight.
Removing her pants, he made a trail of kisses down her stomach, past her belly button and on to her sweetness. It had been so long.
Once her pearl was exposed, Antonio dove in, sucking, and licking on her clit. Emily grabbed his hair and pushed him in further as her juices spilled over. His tongue flicked in and out her hole, then back to the clit. Her pussy pulsated. Emily was on the verge of losing her mind.
She wrapped her athletic legs around his shoulders, giving in to the ecstasy. “Eat this black pussy. You know you want it!”
“That’s it. Let it go.” His tongue was not relenting its assault of her brown pearl. He sucked it in his mouth, making it vibrate with his tongue.
“Oh, shit, I’m about to come.” Her body arched up, and she released all over his face.
“You taste so good.” Antonio removed his pants and stood before her.
Emily’s eyes widened. She looked at him, then licked her lips. Her tongue explored every inch of him. She took one of his balls in his mouth. He tossed his head back, relishing in the moment.
“I want you inside me?” she whispered.
“Dire di più, il mio amore. Say no more, my love.”
He brought his mouth to hers and leaned her back in the chair. His rod grazed the outer rim of her hole. She was wet and ready. Antonio slid into her, slowly entering her until he filled the width of her.
She moaned.
He began a gentle stroke within her, allowing her body to adjust to his. His eyes locked with hers, and he picked up the momentum. Faster and harder, he stroked.
“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me!”
He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her thighs and palming her ass before lifting her in the air. Antonio stood, holding her and guiding her up and down on his dick.
Her brown eyes light up with pleasure in the moonlight. The night sky as their background, he continued stroking.
“I’m about to come again!” She tossed her head back, and her vaginal walls tightened as she exploded on him.
She felt his rod pulse. Antonio was on the verge of releasing himself. He lowered her back on the chair. He pulled all the way back until only the tip remained, then pumped. One…two…three…
“Aargh!” he released.
Pants and shallow breathing mixed with the night air.
***
“Wake up, sleepy head, the movie’s over,” Antonio said.
“Huh?” She opened her eyes to see him staring back at her. Confused, she sat up on the couch.
“You fell asleep, and the movie is over. You should go get in your bed and get some rest while I get caught up on the shows I missed.” He pulled her up off the couch and guided her upstairs to her room.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Emily replied, still dazed. “Goodnight, and thanks for cooking.”
“You’re welcome,” he mouthed as he gently shut her door.
Emily was dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe she dreamed about Antonio. No white man ever turned her on, and she was on fire. Her underwear was soaked from her all too real wet dream. “Wow, if he can make me come in a dream, I can’t imagine the real thing.”
The pink box on her nightstand called to her. Emily removed the contents before going into her bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped in. There was no way she’d fall back asleep without a release. Her waterproof vibrator would do the trick.
Emily learned the art of masturbating working at the Banana Split after about a month. She was tired of performing for men night after night without getting something out of it. It was time to explore some skills she read in a book about women knowing their bodies. What could it hurt? She was already naked and pretending to have orgasms anyway. Emily stood over her client, who was sitting on a leather couch. She gave him a peak of her brown flower, letting her fingers go to work against her button until she came for the first time on her own. He even gave her an extra fifty on top of the three hundred he’d already placed in her tip tray to show his gratitude. She’d been a frequent self-pleaser ever since.
Antonio would blush if he knew the things Emily had him doing in her mind. The vibrator worked deep into her walls, hitting her g-spot, while the butterfly tip fluttered against her clit. Visions of Antonio in the shower naked with her made Emily call out his name as she came. Her legs went weak, and she balanced on the walls until she regained her composure. After drying off, she made her way to her bed and fell fast asleep.
The next morning, Emily woke up refreshed. Breakfast and a note awaited her in the kitchen. “To jumpstart your day.” She smiled at Antonio’s message before taking a bite out the bacon. It was nice and crisp, just the w
ay she liked it. Emily wondered if he was like that with all his women employers or if it were an Italian thing.
The ringtone playing on her phone interrupted her thoughts.
“Hey, girl,” she answered.
“They accepted our offer.” Shayla’s voice was upbeat. “After sitting on the market for over a year, they were happy to have someone take it off their hands.”
“Oh my God!” Emily screamed. “It’s happening! This is really happening!” She was on her way to being the owner of an upscale lounge with private rooms for her girls.
“Yes it is! I’ll get the paperwork finalized but consider it yours. You have the passcode so do what you do best and work your magic.” Shayla voice reflected Emily’s excitement. “I have to get to a meeting, but I wanted you to know. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye!” Emily hung up and did her happy dance—a two-step with a spin.
Calming down a little, she searched her phone for the email address of a contractor she’d run into a few weeks earlier. She shot him an email, asking him to meet her at the building to check it out and quote her a price. Doing a time check, she realized she better get showered and ready for her next interviewee—another girl from the strip club.
At exactly ten-thirty, her doorbell rang. Ryan answered and called up to her. When Emily reached the den, Amber was already seated. She was dressed in jeans and a V-neck t-shirt, and her brown hair was pulled into a pony tail. Nothing about her appearance screamed adult entertainer, and that’s exactly what Emily liked.
“Hello, I’m Mercedes.” Emily held out her hand.
“I’m Amber.” She flashed a Colgate smile and returned a firm shake.
“Let’s get started…” Emily began her normal line of questions, and Amber answered each one as if it were a position for employment in the corporate world. After the Q&A, Amber impressed Emily with her exotic dancing skills. Emily enjoyed a girl who knew how to play to the camera.
Amber was definitely most men’s fantasy. “What would you say if I said I’d like to hire you?” Emily asked, breaking her own rules on hiring girls after their interview.
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