Voyeurism

by Chaun Johnson

  “Now that will make this session all worth it for me.” Yvette said.

  Andrea looked on in disbelief.

  “You have not shared this with your wife yet?” Andrea asked.

  Xandra looked up at Andrea and then to her wife. Straightening her posture, she grabbed Yvette’s hand and gazed into her eyes.

  “I love you with every fiber in my being. You have made me the happiest I have ever been in my life. I can never see my life without you in it. You are the air I breathe and I would not dare want to die of suffocation because I let you go. Do you love me?”

  Yvette grabbed the side of Xandra face the way she did on their wedding day after she had said her vows.

  “More than I love myself,” Yvette responded.

  Andrea was sitting fighting back tears at the beautiful scene she was witnessing. She remained quiet to allow the exchange to flow naturally. A single tear fell from Xandra’s right eye, and Yvette wiped it away with her left hand.

  “I want both of you. I am not sure what that would look like and what that would mean but just as you are the air that I breathe, Asia is the sun to my day and I do not want to live my life in darkness.”

  Yvette sat quietly for a moment. “Are you sure that is what you want?”

  “It is,” Xandra responded not breaking eye contact.

  Yvette reached into the inside pocket of the black blazer she was wearing and took her cell phone out. She went to her text messages and opened a conversation. She scrolled up a little way in the conversation and then handed it to Xandra.

  “Before you make your final decision about your ‘sun’ you may want to take a look at this.” Yvette said.

  Xandra grabbed the phone and read:

  Asia: I miss you.

  Yvette: Really? Why do you miss me when you have been spending so much time with my wife?

  Asia: Because, ever since she arranged for all of us to be together that one time I could not get over the way you made me feel. You did things to my pussy no one else has ever done. Why do you think I had to make time to see you alone? Between you and your wife, I don’t know how I still have a relationship. LOL

  Yvette: You’re right. But I think it’s time to be honest with Xandra.

  Asia: But what if she gets mad and we can’t see each other anymore.

  Yvette: Then that’s the price that will have to be paid. This has gone on long enough, and you know my wife has feelings for you.

  Asia: And I have feelings for both of you. So, what does that mean?

  Yvette: Like I said, the lies must stop and it is time to tell her.

  Xandra looked up and had tears flowing down her face. She stood up, slapped Yvette, and grabbed her purse off the coffee table while heading to the door.

  “FUCK YOU!” she yelled just before she opened the office door to leave.

  Andrea had stood up and had a look of shock on her face.

  “What just happened?” Andrea asked.

  “Let’s just say the shit just hit the fan. Excuse my language.” Yvette said

  She handed her phone to Andrea so she could read what had just shifted the dynamics in the room. Andrea read what Xandra had obviously just witnessed.

  “I see,” Andrea said.

  She kept her professional demeanor intact despite the fact her inner ghetto girl was jumping up and down saying ‘Hell naw…she is bogus as hell!’

  “So needless to say, we will keep you posted about the next session. I know you’re on vacation next week so we’ll touch bases when you return.” Yvette said as she shook Andrea’s hand.

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  Andrea followed Yvette out to the reception area and waved goodbye.

  Denise swiveled in her chair to face Andrea.

  “Permission to speak freely,” Denise said.

  Andrea chuckled, “Yes.”

  “BITCH! What the hell just happened?!”

  “Now you know I can’t give you details. But I will say this, be careful when you invite people into your home. If you know what I’m saying.” Andrea said with a wink and went back into her office.

  BDSM

  (Baby Dominate and Spank Me)

  Andrea and Rosalyn were sitting in a pair of sky-blue robes embossed with Bliss in one of the lounges of the popular day spa in the W hotel in Downtown Atlanta. Andrea was so excited for her trip with Brian and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect. She made Rosalyn tag along for her day of pampering so she could get the works before her trip. Andrea had made an appointment for almost a service from every category they had…facial, massage, waxing, mani/pedi, and a body rub.

  “Damn girl. You are trying to become a completely different woman for Brian.” Rosalyn joked when she heard the girl who worked there verify Andrea’s services for the day.

  “You are so crazy. I have to have everything right and tight for my man. Especially if this trip turns into something more…if you know what I mean.”

  “Girl if you come back here with a ring I am going to die!!!” Rosalyn exclaimed.

  Rosalyn jumped up from the couch and did a little dance singing parts of Beyonce’s “Single Ladies”. A petite lady sitting across the room from them giggled a little. Andrea cracked up laughing.

  “Girl sit down before we get kicked out of here. I am so sorry.” Andrea said to the lady across the room.

  The petite lady gave a little smile, “It’s ok. You ladies enjoy yourself.”

  After a few minutes, Andrea and Rosalyn were picked up by the young woman who verified their services earlier and escorted them to their room. They decided to share a massage room before getting their mani/pedis. Rosalyn would have to leave Andrea after the mani/pedi treatment because she had to meet a potential interior decorating client and she was not getting the works like Andrea anyway.

  “How in the world can you go back to work after a morning like this? I would need to go home and take a nap and enjoy the feeling.” Rosalyn said as their masseuses got started.

  “How are you asking me that when you said you have a potential client to meet with after this?” Andrea quizzed.

  “Girl that’s different. That’s a quick thirty-minute conversation and then I am done. You have to be sitting in that quiet room listening to someone tell you about their sexual deviance. I would be snoring.” Rosalyn answered.

  Andrea giggled. “First, it is not sexual deviance. Secondly, I am interested in what my clients have to say. Besides, we are leaving the day after tomorrow, so I had to make sure I get everyone taken care of before we leave. So, this week has been nonstop. I had to squeeze this spa appointment in today because I would not have had any other time to do it.”

  “I understand. Do you Ms. Boss.” Rosalyn joked.

  Over the next couple of hours Andrea enjoyed her spa treatment in preparation for Jamaica.

  Andrea walked through the double glass doors to her office.

  “Good afternoon Andrea. How was your spa day?” Denise greeted Andrea as she came through the doors.

  “Hey Denise. Thank you for scheduling everything for me. It was great. Did you ever decide what you were going to do next week while I’m gone?” Andrea asked.

  “You know what. I am thinking about going to visit my mom. I haven’t been to Chicago in a while, and I think I need to go ahead and do that.” Denise said.

  “That’s good. I’m sure your mom would love that. Just be safe. I know there has been a lot going on in Chicago.”

  “It really has. One of my childhood friend’s nephews just got shot last weekend. My friend said it is getting to the point where you literally don’t want to go outside some days.” Denise said with a saddened tone.

  “I’m sorry to hear that.” Andrea pulled an envelope out of her purse and handed it to Denise. “Here’s a little something for you. Enjoy your week off.”

  Denise took the envelope from Andrea’s hand. “Can I open it now?”

  “Sure.” Andrea started walking to her office.

  De
nise opened the envelope and saw a check made out to her for five hundred dollars. In the memo line was written, Thank you for all you do.

  “Are you serious?!” Denise exclaimed.

  Andrea chuckled and turned around.

  “Yes. You deserve it. You have supported me and been here from the start when we were in the little office over in Brookhaven renting from that insurance agent. So, thank you and have a good week.”

  Denise ran over to Andrea and hugged her.

  “I appreciate you!”

  “Ok. Enough of the mushy stuff. Let me get ready for this appointment.” Andrea said.

  Andrea went into her office and closed the door. She went into her bathroom and completed her pre-appointment routine.

  “Ms. Charles, your three o’clock is here.” Denise came through the intercom.

  Andrea went out to meet her next client. Bianca was standing by Denise’s desk laughing and having a conversation with her.

  “Bianca you are so funny.” Denise bellowed.

  “Girl, I can’t make this up. I could not believe that man wanted me to ride him like a horse. That was definitely a first. And he had the nerve to have a saddle with him!” Bianca chuckled.

  “Hi Bianca,” Andrea said making her presence known.

  “Uh oh. Caught again.” Bianca said and then let out a little laugh. “Hi, Ms. Charles.”

  Bianca never had a problem sharing aspects of her personal life with Denise as she waited. Despite her sophisticated appearance and being one of Atlanta’s premier realtors, she had a dark side. Bianca Curtis was 5’7” but was a little over six feet tall right now in her six-inch nude colored stiletto heels. Her long legs were being accentuated by the peanut butter colored pencil skirt she was wearing. Her white silk blouse was tucked neatly in the waistband of her skirt. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders. She wore a pair of brown fashion glasses that framed her face perfectly but allowed her piercing blue eyes to still show through.

  “Hello Bianca. I am ready whenever you are.”

  “Denise, it was nice talking to you I’ll have another story for you the next time.” Bianca chuckled.

  “I’ll be waiting,” Denise responded.

  Bianca entered Andrea’s office and made her way to the gray couch. Her slender frame sunk into the plush cushion of the couch.

  “Girl, if this couch gets any more comfortable I am going to be coming here for naps.” Bianca laughed.

  Andrea giggled at the repetitive statement Bianca jokingly says every time she comes for her sessions. Bianca had such a bubbly and charismatic personality. She was the type of person that never met a stranger but could be a bit much if you were not a social person.

  “So how is business?” Andrea asked,

  “It has been excellent. Six houses sold this week, and I just received a call on another one on my way here.” Bianca boasted.

  “That’s good to hear.”

  Andrea never thought when Bianca helped her find her office in Downtown Atlanta two years ago she would later become one of her clients. But life is funny like that. People will be brought into your life for one reason and you can end up being more valuable to them than you thought they were to you.

  “Would you like something to drink before we get started?” Andrea asked.

  “Do you happen to have any orange juice? I feel a little bit of a cold creeping in, and I want to pump as much Vitamin C as I can.”

  Andrea stood up and walked over to her minifridge.

  “You’re in luck. I do have some orange juice. Would you like a glass?”

  “Now you know I’m not siddity, I can take it right out of the bottle.” Bianca said.

  Bianca took the Minute Maid No Pulp Orange Juice from Andrea. After taking a couple of gulps, Bianca removed her glasses, placed them on the coffee table next to her orange juice, and sat back into the couch.

  Andrea clicked record on her recorder and crossed her legs as she made herself comfortable in her gray chair.

  Bianca’s Story:

  Bianca graduated from the University of Pennsylvania with a bachelor’s in business administration in 2007. Originally from Sandusky, Ohio, Bianca always wanted to move and go to a larger city. She liked city life ever since visiting some of the bigger cities in Ohio like Dayton and Akron. Also, when she went to Atlanta with a group of friends on spring break one year in college, she knew she wanted to end up there.

  After graduation, she made a move to Georgia. She started working for Coldwell Banker in Atlanta as an assistant to a realtor. As an assistant she had the ability to truly learn the ins and outs of the business, especially since it was during the housing crisis. Being in the industry during that time she was able to see everything from when the laws changed, the process of foreclosure, short sale, and more. She was able to ride through the wave until the market turned around. Once the market recovered, she went on to obtaining her license and began selling homes.

  After selling with Coldwell Banker for five years, she took the leap to start her own agency and has flourished to become one of the most well-known realtors in Atlanta and the surrounding areas. When Bianca met Andrea in 2016, she felt like it was God answering her prayers. In the time she had started her business and was gaining notoriety, she had also been battling a major secret that she felt it was time she dealt with completely. Finding out what Andrea did professionally, Bianca immediately sought after her once she had completed her real estate deal and knew the office was open and ready for clientele.

  During the day Bianca was “Bianca Curtis”, the real estate mogul. But at night, she was Diane, The Dominatrix. No one knew what she was moonlighting as, not even her husband Edward. The nights she spent away from home were chalked up to after-hours dinner meetings with prospective clients, girls nights with her friends, or extra time in the office to verify state mandated paperwork was being completed properly on her deals. Most of the other women she met in the Dom world did it to supplement their income. For Bianca, it was literally like a sport or a hobby. She did it because she desired so many aspects of the BDSM world and unfortunately Edward was strictly vanilla.

  During the time as a Dominatrix, she had gained a clientele of repeat offenders. Of those “tricks”, she had a couple of favorites that she looked forward to meeting with. One of those favorites was “Frankie”. Bianca was sure that was not his real name as the majority of the clients always used aliases to keep this part of their life completely separate from their every day life.

  Bianca knew she needed to end this secret life and this was the reason she was now meeting with Andrea once a week.

  “So, what is the latest with Diane?” Andrea probed.

  Andrea always addressed Bianca’s alter ego as if they were speaking of a completely different person. She knew that if she was going to help Bianca pull away from the Dom life she was going to have to assist her in disassociating herself from it and understanding she could still retain the aspects of the lifestyle she liked in a healthy way within her marriage.

  “Diane is still being a bossy bitch and won’t sit her ass down.” Bianca retorted. “She just can’t seem to walk away from Ira.”

  “So, all the others have been eliminated?” Andrea asked.

  “Yes. And I actually did try to walk away from Ira this last time, but something just kept me there.”

  “What happened?” Andrea pushed.

  “Let me indulge you.” Bianca said.

  She grabbed her orange juice and took in a little more of the sweet nectar before narrating her last account with Ira.

  Bianca had just finished another day of open houses. Like normal, she walked away from the day with some promising offers and was confident she would be able to close one to two of the eight houses she showed that day. As she meticulously cleaned the cookies and other refreshments she made available to the visitors from the kitchen in the last home she had shown, she heard the doorbell ring. A little irritated she knew she should have gone outside to the yard and r
emoved the balloons and open house sign before cleaning the inside to prevent this very thing from occurring. When Bianca was finished with an open house, she usually wanted to be able to go on with her day.

  Bianca grabbed the last of the listing sheets which were neatly fanned on the granite countertop of the spacious kitchen she was standing in. She figured she would at least be able to give the tardy visitor the information for the house before shooing them along. As she headed to the front door her black Gucci heels clicked on the beautifully polished cherry oak hardwood floors. Before reaching the foyer, she stopped in the small powder room that was close enough to allow visitors that had an urgent need to be able to find relief without having to go find one of the other six bathrooms throughout the house.

  Bianca made sure her makeup was still vibrant, her hair still held the curls she added to give her otherwise straight her some volume, and ensured her soft pink blouse was still tucked neatly in the waistband of her black knee length skirt. As she was exiting the powder room, the doorbell rang again. She rolled her eyes as she reached the front door and exchanged her look of irritation with her award-winning home selling smile.

  As she opened the door she began her introduction. “Good afternoon. I’m Bianca Curtis. Unfortunately, the open….”

  Bianca’s words trailed off. She was shocked to see Ira standing there with a bouquet of red roses. His 6’2” muscular frame was showcased in a fine tailored black Armani suit. His jet-black hair was neatly combed and styled out of his face allowing his bluish green eyes to show. Despite the drastic change from the blue jeans, white V-neck t-shirt, white athletic shoes, and messy hair she normally received him in at night, she could not help but recognize this attractive man she had grown an attachment with.

  “I received your message about no longer offering your sessions and offering to connect me with someone else that can assist me with my needs. Honestly, I couldn’t just receive that message from you and leave it at that.” Ira said.