You better fucking hope I’m able to fix this, Alyssa!
Ohhh, you better motherfuckin’ hope!
Elise wanted to call the source of her anger, but she needed to mentally prepare first. If she didn’t, it would be World War III. She couldn’t pick up the phone right now. It would go from bad to worse if she did. So, instead of making that particular move, Elise minimized her Outlook window, then picked herself up from the turquoise leather chair. Firmly on her feet, she padded across the room to where her Aunt Sable’s portrait was mounted.
The slanted green eyes of the woman that she loved like a mother, stared back at her. Her light shined, even on a wall. Like many other times, Elise felt her aunt’s presence there with her. She closed her eyes, and as she did, an impromptu tear descended down her face. “I miss you, Auntie,” she whispered. “I will fix this. I will make you proud. I will keep in line with a legacy you built from scratch, through the blood, the sweat, and all the tears.” Elise sniffled, in her attempt to keep the downpour of more, which were this close to leaking across her cheeks…
“What’s up, sis?”
It was the extra-chipper, nonchalant voice of Alyssa, breezing into her office.
Elise quickly dabbed at her eyes, then spun around swiftly, to face her sister. “Close my office door, Al.”
Alyssa stared for a moment, her resting bitch face sitting pretty. The smize she wore, said that she felt the command was a joke. When she saw that it wasn’t, she rolled her heavily made-up eyes, then turned on her heel to push the door closed.
Elise’s glare was one of frustration, as Alyssa slowly approached her. So beautiful, but in way too close proximity to stupid, Elise thought to herself. She admired her sister’s beauty; it was something that couldn’t be denied. What Elise didn’t admire, was the fact that her beauty, was what Alyssa used to get what… and where she wanted. To her, Alyssa was no better than those IG girls who thought their looks and bodies would carry them through life.
“What’d I do now?” she huffed, not even attempting to hide the sarcasm. “I swear it’s always something.”
“You’re telling me. And that something, is always you… I swear.”
“What the hell are you even talking about? Your tone is hell of accusatory.”
“You left two major hotels from the invitation list. As a result of that fuck-up, the venue you were in charge of securing, is not even close to being large enough.”
“Okay…” she shrugged. “So, we get another venue. You get so bent outta shape for stuff that’s not even that big. Or is there more that you haven’t said? Because that—”
“That, what?! And you better not say that it ain’t that serious. Your favorite fuckin’ phrase.”
“Hold on a minute. What you’re not gonna do, is son me like I’m your fuckin’ child, E. Fuck that.”
“First of all, you’re not gonna tell me how the fuck I can talk… when you do act like a fuckin’ child, Al. What I’m not about to let happen is you singlehandedly, fuck up what Auntie built with so much pride. While you’re talking about what you’re not gonna allow, I just got chewed the fuck out by an elite client over at MGM, because of your fuck-up! Invitations went out to employees at all the chains—except two! Bellagio and Luxor didn’t get shit! None of their upper management, none of their staff!”
“Oh my God, Alyssa whispered, when she realized the severity of her actions. “That’s thousands of—”
“People!” Elise interjected. “Right!”
Elise snatched her eyes away from her older sister and padded over to a nearby window, to look outside. She hoped that the calm out there could simmer the chaos occurring inside, but it didn’t. Not even a little bit. Before long, the tears that she’d held at bay a short while ago, came bubbling to the surface in hard, warm streams, not caring where they fell.
Her sister quietly approached her side. “E…” she started. “I’m… I’m really—”
“Sorry, right?” Elise shook her head slowly.
You’re sorry alright. A sorry-ass, selfish-ass, irresponsible-ass… bitch!
“I really am. I can fix—”
“There’s nothing to fix,” Elise stated calmly, turning toward her sister. “Your only fix seems to be that pink dick you’re so obsessed with.”
“Pink dick?” Alyssa threw her head back, and belted out a hearty laughter. “How the fuck did Trevor make it into this conversation?”
“At least you know who I’m talking about,” Elise shot. “You give more thought to that fool and what he has going on in his life, than you do with building your own life. That’s why you can’t fuckin’ think straight and I’m tired of it. It’s pathetic. I hope he was worth it. And whether he was or not, we’re done. I’m buying you out, Alyssa.”
“Buying me out?”
“I didn’t stutter the words. You heard me.”
“Yeah, I did. And your meter has to be all the way on ‘dumb’, to think that’s gonna happen. You want me out, the company gets sold. Baby girl, there’s more money with that transaction. So, it will be the only one taking place.”
“I wouldn’t give a fuck how much more money it is. There’s only one offer. One option.”
Alyssa was quiet for a few seconds as the women stared each other down. She then smiled, a crooked slit forming across her lips. “We’ll see, sis.”
“I guess we will.”
With that, Elise turned on her heel, walked across the room to her office door and opened. It was her nonverbal gesture to let Alyssa know that she was no longer welcome.
3 | TREVOR
“Can you believe that shit, Trevor?!” I stared at the wall behind a raging Alyssa, in hopes that she would see how much I didn’t give a fuck about what she was talking about. She had been going on and fucking on for way too damn long. “Trevor!” she whined, in an annoying-ass squeak. “Are you listening? Can you belie—?”
“What I can’t believe is that I thought I was gettin’ some pussy, only to get over here and all you can do is go the fuck off about another one of you and your sister’s fuckin’ arguments.”
“Well, I mean… the shit is on my heart—heavy. I already told her that if she thinks she’s buying me out, she has another goddamn thing coming. We sell it and split the money in half, or I ain’t going nowhere! Period.”
I sat with my back against Alyssa’s headboard, my dick in my hand. I was becoming more and more pissed, with each passing moment that my dick was losing its rigidity. This was bullshit. Alyssa was a pretty woman, with delicious brown skin, and a nice body with many peaks and valleys. And to top it all off, she had a really welcoming place to spend time—situated plump and juicy, between her slim thighs. But if I had known that she called me over to cry like a fuckin’ toddler, I would’ve taken my urges somewhere the fuck else. This wasn’t it.
“Alyssa, look at this. My shit is going soft. What the fuck?”
“Trevorrr,” she whined, feeding me a sad face. “But I need to talk.”
And my dick needs to be sucked.
“Alright, Alyssa. Talk…”
“Thank you, baby.” She laid her head across my chest and snuggled against me. Not what I was interested in, but whatever. “I messed up on an event,” she confessed.
This was the same old story with this woman. I swear. I had only met her sister, Elise, once. And that was by accident one day when I was at Starbucks and the two of them walked in. They looked a lot alike with their matching complexions and almost-matching haircuts. Her sister, was just a little bit taller, and Alyssa was heavier on the makeup and skimpier clothes. Her sister liked women; Alyssa liked men. Her sister seemed to be the responsible one… Alyssa, not so much. Alyssa was two years older, but in all my dealings with her, she seemed way younger than thirty-two.
“You messed up on an event?” Shocker.
“I did. And I apologized for it. But she was all bent outta shape and wouldn’t even hear me out. I told her that I’d fix it, and all that shit. But she
wasn’t tryin’ to hear it.”
Why the fuck would she? You keep fuckin’ up shit.
“How did you mess it up?” I asked, trying my best to feign interest, so she could hurry the fuck up and get her mouth running on my dick.
“Okay, so look. There’s this holiday party coming in December for the MGM, right? Well, they have like eleven hotels that they own and operate. All of them are supposed to be at the gala, right? So, I accidentally left out two—”
“Wait,” I interjected. “Not two of the hotels, Alyssa.”
She hesitated with her response, then lifted up on her elbow and looked up at me. “Umm… yeah.”
“Which two? Never mind. It doesn’t even matter. Because they’re all fucking big. No, actually, go ahead and tell me. Which two?”
She sighed heavily, then dropped her eyes down to my chest. “Bellagio and Luxor…”
“Whoa.”
I swiped my brow in surprise. I couldn’t even offer her anything after that. She didn’t just leave two of the major ones out, she left two of the most famous ones out. Major fuck-up.
“See, you’re taking her side,” she sulked, her big brown eyes filled with sorrow.
“Hell, you should be taking her side too, Alyssa. Shit. I mean, fuck… I don’t know your sister outside of the shit you tell me. But it sounds like you just kind of let her run everything by herself. It doesn’t even seem like you realize just how big this fuck-up is. That’s a problem. You said that was your aunt’s company, right? She left it to you guys?”
“Yeah,” she snapped. “But I didn’t ask for that. I wasn’t the one working with her there all the time. That was Elise. I don’t want that shit. Fuck planning parties for stuck-up muthafuckas. I wanna do my own shit. Hair, makeup… that type of shit. I’m a girly-girl. Being in a fucking office, and catering to entitled assholes ain’t my thing. I wanna do pretty shit.”
I was more than a little turned off by her in that moment. Enough to nudge her off me and scoot a little further to the edge of the bed.
“First of all, Alyssa, you’re not a girl. You’re a thirty-two-year-old woman. So, all that ‘girly-girl’, shit… you ought’a stop that immediately. And then you don’t even get, that the entitled rich asses that’re throwing these parties, could be your connects. Networking opportunities. You don’t think past the moment that you’re in, and that shit is pathetic.”
“Pathetic! You’re describing me as pathetic?!” she screamed. “The fucking nerve!” she charged, leaping from her bed, butt-naked, ready for combat.
“You fuckin’ play video games all day, Trevor! Yeah, you’re fine as fuck, and got your own house and all that shit,” she said, waving her hands wildly in the air. “Yeah, okay… and a nice truck, but what the fuck claim to fame do you have?”
I laughed out loud, watching her become as juvenile as she could. I wanted to crush her spirits right there, for coming at me the way that she was. Tell her that my claim to fame brought in six-figures in a slow year, and was something she got for free. But I let her throw her ridiculous tantrum.
“I don’t see shit funny,” she lashed out. “You don’t even behave like somebody in a relationship!”
My chuckling stopped immediately. “What?” I asked, my face scrunching up in confusion.
“You heard me. You don’t know what it means to even be in a relationship!”
“Uhh… that’s why I’m not in one.”
I didn’t know why, but that sent her into a state of shock. Her eyes bucked wider than before, and she stomped herself over to the side of the bed I had moved to. “W-w-what does that mean?” she stammered.
“What part?”
“You said you’re not in a relationship. What. Does. That. Mean?”
“Just what the fuck I said. When did I ever tell you that we were in a relationship?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Hell no, Alyssa. I’m not kidding.”
“You fuckin’ asshole! So, we’re not in a relationship?” I gave her a blank stare, waiting for her to see how stupid she both looked and sounded. “Why are you even in my goddamn bed, then?!”
“You called and I came. That’s what friends do. Didn’t know that I wasn’t gonna get to actually come…”
“Oh my God, oh my God…” she whispered to herself, leering down at me. “I’m just a fuck for you,” she stated, having a severely delayed epiphany. “Well, since that’s all I am, then go ahead and get what you came for.” I watched her march around to the other side of her king-sized bed, where she climbed in. She reached into her goodie drawer and pulled out a Trojan, then opened it and slid it on my struggling erection. “Here, come and get it,” she said, lying on her back and spreading her legs wide. “I mean, since that’s all I am to you…”
If she thought she was going to get consolation from me, with a bunch of apologies about how she took shit that I said, the wrong way, she’d be waiting until the end of time. With her sex pointed right at me, I told her, “I need the rear view.”
Once she obliged and was on all fours, I dove in and handled business. There was nothing nice or soft about how I gave it to her either. I figured maybe she’d realize the errors of her childish-ass ways and emerge from the fuck-session a whole new woman.
4 | ALYSSA
As much as she wanted to hate him, Alyssa couldn’t bring herself to feel hate for the man that fucked her so good she forgot all her problems. Who looked so good that she swore he was the finest white man walking. Whose gaze instantly made her pussy weep. She just couldn’t hate him. In fact, when she spoke of him to a select few who knew of their situationship, she often let the word “love” drop.
He had flipped her twice; splendidly, hitting from the back, and then the front. It was an assault so beautiful that if left her pleading for more. She met him where he was, bringing her hips forth to allow him all the room he needed to do his remarkable work. She threw the pussy at him, acting as if she was unfazed by the fact that for him, she was nothing more than sex. But she did care—a lot. And she wished that he did too.
But sometimes wishes come true, right? At least that’s how Alyssa saw it. It would just require a bit of strategy, maneuvering, and hard work, on her part.
She was prepared to do whatever it took…
With each of his extremely long, and extremely deep strokes, Alyssa’s problems slid from her and into nowhere-ness. He breathed new life into her, each time he hit her G-spot.
“You feel so good, Trevor,” she purred. It wasn’t so long ago that she was cursing him for not reciprocating her feelings. However, she had thought about it, and he was right. He had never actually spoken the words. He had never said that they were a couple, that she was his woman. So, she couldn’t blame him. She couldn’t be mad at him for her own assumptions. But she also knew that she could change his mind. She could make him want to claim her. Because being that he was the only man she wanted, it was of the utmost importance that she became that for him, as well. “I hope you know it’s all yours. Nobody else can touch me the way… ahhhh! Shiiiitt! The way you can, baaaabyy… nobody!”
The more dick he served her, the further Alyssa’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. She was on another plane—a plane that felt like euphoria on earth. Her world moved, rocked, and trembled. She was not the one in control of her body. Trevor was. She threw her legs around him, pulling her thighs close, and anchoring her feet at the base of his ass. Opening that wide was freeing, and for her, a good cause.
At the birth of her orgasm, Alyssa let go of Trevor’s back, and reached above her to grab ahold of the headboard. Her mouth flew open, as did her eyes, to meet with the busy constellation of stars floating before her. As pleasure took over, the rhythm of her beating chest grew loud, hard… before finally crashing into a slow simmer of light thumps.
“Ahh, ahh, ahhhh…” she groaned, her breaths labored. “Ohhh… yesss.”
Alyssa smiled greedily, when Trevor rolled off of her, leaving a trail
of sweat beads on her chest that swam down the sides of her neck. He gave her pussy hard labor, and even some overtime. Now, he was breathless. She loved it. And it wasn’t all that she loved. He had declared that they weren’t a couple. But she had something for that.
You will be all mine, Mr. Trevor Rossi. I’m the one for you, she thought with a boastful smile.
Trevor had his face to the ceiling, with one hand across his chest. “What are you smiling for?” he asked her, while reaching to remove the used condom.
“No, no, no… Let me get that for you,” Alyssa said, rushing to remove the latex from her lover’s flaccid penis.
“Cool,” he said, placing both hands behind his head, and closing his eyes.
“I just know you’re not about to fall asleep on me,” she stated.
“Nope. I’m about to get up in a sec. I just—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Alyssa had wrapped her mouth around his manhood. As much as she hated the taste of her own essences, today it was the best she had ever tasted.
She slowly sucked him, ensuring that she removed all traces of her deception away. She pressed her tongue against his soft flesh, making his sac her own personal stress balls as she worked them around in the palm of her hand. Excitement filled her. She had accomplished her goal—beating Trevor to the punch with removing the condom. Otherwise he might have realized that he had actual DNA on him—hers. Had he seen the ripped condom, he would have surely flipped out and insisted on immediately running to the nearest Urgent Care to request a plan-B.
Alyssa knew that her plan may not work on the first try. She needed a few more sessions. So, the last thing she wanted to do was risk Trevor being too shaken to sex her down again, for fear of a broken condom. And she definitely didn’t need him figuring out that she had tampered with what was supposed to be the ultimate preventative measure.
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