Chapter 5 / Bryan
Got to get this girl out of my bed. She’s been here most of the weekend, and Ky is coming home tonight. Sheets need changing, and I have to vacuum ’cause she and Ky don’t have the same color hair. Not even the same texture for that matter. I gotta get her out of here.
“Come on now, girl. Get up.” She’s like an exotic cat. She stretches and wakes up. The physique is so beautiful and always nude. She knows how I like it. She stretches and damn near kicks me off the bed. I resorted to giving her a little ass sting. I slapped her beautifully rounded yellow ass.
“Owwwww, Bryan! That shit hurt! I was getting up, just moving a little slow, damn. I know you have to change the sheets. I know the drill. Pass me my handbag from over there on the nightstand.” I passed that oversized car payment over to her and she finally sat up to get herself together. I would love to lie in that pussy all night. She is just the kind of girl who will allow you to get all of your fantasies out. Not the marrying kind—well not for me—can’t trust her. She’s wild and free. Ain’t nothing wrong with that, but my parents can see the wild in her bluish-gray eyes.
Still lying here like I don’t have to remove the evidence from this weekend. Speaking of evidence, I need to go down to Fulton County Jail to meet my new client, her BFF Sasha Agostino, a madame up for murder. Supposedly, she is the biggest pimp/madame in the ATL. I talked to a few of her girls and they say she was always good to them—very protective—and that is how it all kicked off. I took this case because I wanted to investigate. I’ve never been with a hooker before, but I’ve been with some women who will do what hookers do and then some. I went to their nest out in Duluth, and there were all shades, nationalities, shapes, sizes and ages. The mansion was beautiful. The girls were walking around teasing me. I interviewed girls with crotchless panties, peakaboo bras with nipples out and winking at me. There were girls walking around in t-backs and thongs. The last girl I talked to had on a men’s dress shirt and no panties at all—none, all bare. She sat there talking to me and unconsciously touching herself every now and then. They were walking around giggling. Some of the women were into each other.
I live in Atlanta, a city known for strip clubs and jerk joints. I never felt so tempted in my life. My shit expanded as I sat there, and it was long until I left. I wanted to pay one of ’em to tend to my shit because it was throbbing so badly. I sat there and texted my girl and she’s always willing to do whatever. She teased me through her text messages, and on the cell she talked me into an intense throb. I mean if anything had brushed against me it would have been all over. She was waiting in my driveway when I got home and the first thing she did was walk over to my door, opened it and sucked me dry.
“Damn,” I exclaimed loudly. Just thinking about it got me hard again, and she was still there, so I got to hit that one more time.
“What was that all about?” she asked a few minutes later, drying off from her shower.
“I was just thinking about how you just put him in your mouth last night and made it explode just like that.” I snapped my finger.
“Oh really, and? I thought you had to get me outta here.”
“Well. I…”
“Well you what? Come ’ere, let me see,” she said, grabbing the covers out of my hand “Oh, I see. I just got clean and I know your girl will be back soon.”
“Yeah. Kylo should be home in a couple, and I really need to clean this place up before she lands. I shouldn’t have made it sound like I wanted her to come home but I was trying to find out her plans. I guess I just got caught out there.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she agreed, tossing her long curls to her back. “Call her. Tell her you’ve had a change in plans. Reggie is out of town and I could be yours all weekend. What’s up with that anyway? Why are you with Kylo and you’re always doing something else?”
Uh oh, here we go. I thought.
“Hello? I said what’s up with that? She can’t please you?”
“Yeah, she pleases me. She just doesn’t do some of the things you do.”
“Oh, really? So are you gonna marry her?”
“If I ever get married, she’ll be the one. I know it seems crazy that I’m doing you, but she requires so much more emotion.”
“What do you mean, she requires more emotion?”
“I mean, she requires more attention. You and I do things and we can just chill on that but she wants the usual girlfriend affection, you know?”
“No, I don’t know. School me.” Her eyes pierced me to the core. I looked away for a moment because sometimes she was like a sad little girl. “Are you saying you can’t just fuck her? I don’t have a chance, huh, because I’m not a prude?”
“You’re getting married, remember?” She shot me an angry look.
“Whatever. I’m out of here. I need to get home and take care of my own shit instead of taking care of someone else’s man.”
Just like that, she just grabbed her things and left. She always does that. She has a man and she gets pissed off about my woman. What’s that about? Whatever. Ky will be home soon, and I need to sit in the tub.
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