I'm Doin' Me 2

by Anna Black

  Thrilled with everything he was saying she still needed to know what he meant. “Payment plans and a position at TiMax, what does all of that really mean, Daddy? What are you saying?”

  “It means you will get your inheritance divided into monthly payments. As long as you are doing well and living drug-free and dedicating yourself to truly learning the business, you will get your money and a spot at TiMax.”

  Tressa hugged her father’s neck tighter than she ever remembered hugging him before. “Do you mean it, Daddy?” she asked, and then sniffled. How could she not change? How could she not accept his offer? She was back in her father’s good graces, and she would be awarded the money she always knew she was entitled to.

  “I mean it, Isa. You are the apple of my eye, Isabella, and I love you so much. I just want a daughter that I can be proud of. I know you were jealous of the relationship I built with Tiffany. It’s understandable, but you must know that I never wanted you to feel that I was replacing you, and I know you are hurt and ticked off with Kory and Tiffany, but I need you to let that go, Isa. My company is my baby, and I won’t have strife in those walls, so you’re going to have to get along with Tiffany, because in spite of your differences, she is good at what she does, and once you come aboard, you will be seeing a lot of her.”

  “Daddy, do I have to play nice with her? I mean, she and Kory—” he cut her off again.

  “And the first step to healing is self-reflection, Isa. Take responsibility for what you’ve done. You know you never loved Kory, and you only cared about the money, so let this thing with Tiffany and Kory go.”

  Tressa looked at her father. She was determined to prove that she was better than Tiffany and that she was just as talented and just as driven. “Okay, Daddy, I hear you, and I want to clean up my act. It’s going to be so hard, Daddy. You have absolutely no idea how this feels, or what it feels like to want another hit or a drink. It’s all you think about. It’s all you crave,” she said and swiped a tear from her eye.

  He put his arm around her. “I know, pumpkin. I know this will be the ultimate battle for you. But you can do it, Isa,” he said.

  Tressa smiled. Her father hadn’t called her pumpkin since she was a child.

  “Your mother and I have your back, and we will be here every step of the way. We are going to help you. Whatever you need.”

  “Thank you, Daddy,” she said. She hugged her father tightly, and they talked for a while longer. Mr. Green told her that her mom was back at the hotel and would come by the next day. He explained to her that she knew Tressa would explode when they saw her for the first time being trapped in that place, and she didn’t have the energy to deal with her.

  Tressa smiled because she knew her mother was right about her behavior, so she vowed to herself she’d change and make her parents proud. She hugged her father and made him promise they’d come the next day, and he promised her that they’d come every day until it was time for her to go home.

  With that, Tressa felt confident that she was going to be fine, but two days later when that withdrawal kicked in, she knew she wasn’t strong enough, and she had doubts she’d make it.

  One Year Later

  Time to Pay

  Episode 1

  Tracy Simms

  Tracy double-checked the mirror five times before she got out of her car. She looked gorgeous, she noted, with her natural curls straighten and her individual lashes. This was her first date with Mike, and she was still gloating and admiring how well she had conquered her quest to get close to one of the network owners of TiMax. Langley was her first target, the one she wanted to pursue, but he was a dead target, because after doing her research, she learned that he had never had one affair, not one that anyone could confirm, and he was not enticed by sexual promises or sexual advances from young and beautiful women. She had tried on several occasions to get within five inches of him, but her advances were ignored, and she knew it was a lost cause to pursue him.

  She was smart, glamorous, and desirable, but Langley had looked past her as if she was invisible. Mike, his partner, on the other hand, was a different story. He liked the ladies, didn’t hide his affairs, and he was known for bedding a woman, or twenty, outside of his marriage. She didn’t like the idea of seducing Mike because Mike wasn’t a handsome man. Powerful, wealthy, and intelligent, but he had a face that was not striking, in her opinion, but her obsession to ruin, Tiffany Richardson’s life made him look as fine as Colby Grant.

  “All I have to do is imagine I’m with Colby Grant,” she said and closed the visor that housed her lighted mirror. “Colby, Colby, Colby, just think of Colby Grant,” she coached herself and got out. She walked into the restaurant feeling anxious and excited. She had a foolproof plan to get what she wanted, and she wasn’t going to stop until Tiffany knew how she ruined things for her.

  She was supposed to be the new writer for Boy Crazy, and she had left her previous job for that position. Just because she got caught in traffic, she lost her spot to Tiffany, someone who at the time didn’t even qualify for the job. She had to admit the show was good, but she knew her show would have been ten times better, but being late left her jobless and close to being homeless. After three months of living off her savings because she couldn’t land another gig, Tracy grew more infuriated with Tiffany. She wanted Tiffany sad, lonely, hurt, distraught—the way she felt when she lost everything. She wanted her depressed and at the end of her miserable rope. She wanted her to pay and wanted her job.

  Shortly after she lost her spot, she began to follow Tiffany, scope out her life, and when Tiffany became involved with Colby Grant, Tracy grew even more enraged and wanted to make Tiffany pay for her losses. She should have been evicted, but she exchanged sexual favors to her old-ass, funky landlord to keep a roof over her head. Just when she thought she’d swallow a bottle of pills, UVN called her back and asked if she wanted to be part of a new show idea. She was grateful to join the workforce again and accepted it without any negotiations.

  Going back to work was the best thing, because Tracy had gotten so depressed, she began to inflict pain on herself. She’d punch her thighs until they were black and blue. She’d slap her face over and over again until it no longer stung. She’d throw herself against the wall, and she’d graduated to cutting herself—right before she got the call. Going back to work helped her from causing any serious harm to herself. Although she’d occasionally self-inflict, she no longer broke the skin. She no longer used sharp objects to pierce her skin. That’s where she wanted to send Tiffany Richardson. She wanted her to be in a dark place, just like she was when Tiffany swooped in and stole her life from her.

  Tracy still had a deep-seated desire for revenge, and if she could seduce Mike, get in good and gain some control at TiMax, Tiffany would surely be the first to go.

  “Good evening, my lady. Do you have a reservation?”

  “I do. I’m meeting Mike Harrington,” she purred. She was in a sexy mood, and she had to get the mood right for her to stomach an evening with Mike’s ugly ass.

  “Sure. I have your reservation here. Right this way, madam,” he said. She followed, closely making eye contact with the handsome men that were already seated. She knew she was eye candy, and she welcomed the looks and stares from the women as well as the men. Once she was seated at a great table, she noted the host offered her a drink, and she immediately ordered a white wine spritzer. She had to alcohol-induce herself so she could look at Mike and see Colby Grant’s face and not Mike’s horrid face.

  The waiter, not the hostess, approached with her drink. “Would this be all, madam?”

  “No, bring me another in about five minutes.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He hurried off, and five minutes later when he returned, she had finished her first one. “Here you are, madam. Would you like a menu?”

  “No, I’m waiting for my party, but in three minutes, you can bring me another drink. And the tab. I want to pay for these now before my dinner date arrives.”r />
  “Of course, madam, I’ll be back in three.”

  “Yes, thank you,” she said with a slow nod. She had arrived twenty minutes earlier than her companion just so she could be more relaxed. Mike was wealthy and powerful, but he just wasn’t pleasant to the eyes. He had dark skin that didn’t bother Tracy, but he had large pores and bugged eyes. She’d not want to see him in a dark alley, because he’d make a person piss their pants, he was so far from attractive.

  Three minutes later, as promised, the waiter was back with a glass and a bill. She took it, gave him her card, and then told him to come back in ten with another one, and that one will be billed to the evening. She gave him a generous tip, and by the time Mike made it, she was on her fourth, but Mike assumed it was her first.

  Buzzing a little, feeling good and more relaxed, she was in kitten mode, purring and holding on to Mike’s every word. She flirted, touched him under the table, and made Mike’s cheeks flush a couple of times. Tracy was so focused on accomplishing her mission that Mike was starting to look fuckable.

  “So, Tracy, what can I do to steal you from UVN?” he asked with a tone of fascination, she thought. After a few drinks and heavy flirting, Tracy had him eating out of the palm of her hands. She made a point to talk about work, her ideas, and how UVN wasn’t allowing her to push her talents to the limits. She wanted to appear brilliant and full of impressive ideas, and Mike was falling full speed ahead into her trap. She could tell from the eye contact, the compliments, and his constant mentioning of how talented he thought she was that led her to believe that he was eating up all of her words.

  “Steal me? You want to steal me? I’d rather you take me as your lover than your employee,” she stated boldly. Inside, she hoped it wasn’t too much. She didn’t want him to recognize her game.

  “How about both?” he smiled.

  She beamed back and knew she had him. “How about you take me somewhere to make me scream first, and then we talk business later?”

  “Young lady, you don’t know me,” he said leaning in closer to her and lowering his voice. She didn’t know why his tone changed. There were no others seated near them, and there were no servers in plain sight.

  Inclined to hear where he was going she replied, “What’s to know?”

  “There are some things I like to do behind closed doors that some women are afraid to try.”

  “Well, as long as it doesn’t put me in the hospital or in a body bag, I’m game.”

  He chuckled. “Really?”

  “Really. I don’t scare easily, Mr. Harrington, and I’ll try anything once.”

  “I’ll tell you what, Ms. Simms. I will have my driver pick you up in two hours. Come to me tonight, naked.”

  “Naked? You mean walk to the car totally nude?”

  “No, you can walk to the car in whatever you like, but when I open the door, I want you completely naked. You look average enough, and I have what I want you to wear if you’re game.”

  Tracy paused but tried to keep a straight face. This old ugly-ass bastard was into some weird shit, she just knew it, but she was so hell-bent on bringing Tiffany Richardson to her knees, she quickly said, “I’ll be wearing stilettos, and I will put on whatever you want to see me in.”

  “That sounds good to me, baby.” He waved for the server. He made sure I was satisfied and didn’t want anything else, and then handed the server his black card.

  “Sir, would you like your ticket first?” the server asked.

  “No, whatever it is, it’s fine, and take out 30 percent of that amount for your tip and hurry back with my card.”

  The server bowed. “Yes, sir, right away.” He hurried off.

  Mike just sat there and licked his lips as he examined her chocolate skin. Yes, her breasts stood up, and she had plenty of cleavage exposed. After all the drinks she had, she welcomed it, and her pussy was speaking on her own behalf. She was wet and said to hell with his face, we want to meet his dick.

  The server returned and said his good night. Mike stood and reached for her to help her from her seat.

  “It was a pleasure. Dinner and company were both extraordinary,” Tracy said.

  “It was my pleasure, and I look forward to continuing our night. See you in two hours,” he said, and they made their exit.

  Tipsy but good to drive, Tracy raced home, showered again, moisturized her skin, and made her face all over again. She waited for her ride and rode to a place on the ocean outside of town. She removed her sweats and T-shirt and put on her sexy black five-inch heels, and then made her way to the door. She rang the bell, and when he opened the door—in an adult diaper and baby bonnet and adult-sized bib, it took every muscle in her body to keep from laughing her ass off in his face. He had an oversized pacifier hanging around his neck, and she thought she was on a set for real. She wondered where the cameras were hidden.

  What in the fuck have I signed up for? were her last thoughts before entering into his adult day care.

  “Can you handle this?” he asked with his arm stretched out, moving it in the direction of the room.

  Trying to keep a straight face, she whispered, “Yes, baby, I can handle anything you’d like.”

  “Are you sure, because if it’s too much, you can leave right now.”

  Determined to follow through she smiled. “Ask me that again and I’ll have to spank you.”

  With that, Mike went into character. “I’ll be good, Mommy, please don’t spank me,” he whined like a two-year-old. Tracy wanted to fall to the floor in laughter, but she decided it was too late to turn back. As weird as it was, she enjoyed nursing her grown-ass baby, because he latched on well, giving her nipples more pleasure than she ever felt before.

  When he whined about being hungry, she asked, “What do you want to eat, baby?”

  He mimicked a child when he spoke. “Kitty kat, I want to eat kitty kat.”

  She followed him to a giant high chair, made for adults, and the tray was a full-sized table. He slid the table over to the side and climbed into his seat and rolled the table back in place. Tracy looked at the table wondering how the fuck was she going to lie on a hard-ass table, but when she climbed on to it, it was soft and comfy, so she lay back and let him feast on her hot spot, and she climaxed over and over again.

  Like Taking Candy from a Baby

  Episode 2

  Tracy

  After a week of wiping Mike’s ass like he was a toddler and letting him feast on her like she was Gerber in a jar she was finally getting a tour of TiMax. She walked around with a smile plastered on her face, and she couldn’t wait to get started. She was finally in her office. She looked around. It was just as prestigious and upscale as she’d imagined it would be. After her tour guide had left her alone, she crept back to Tiffany’s office. Now they were on the same floor, four offices apart, and since there was a lot going on, she decided she’d check on it another day.

  Since her official start date would be Monday, that weekend she went in on a Sunday, a day she knew no one would be there, and set up her office. After adding a few personal touches to her office, she eased down to Tiffany’s office and was pleasantly surprised it wasn’t locked. Their offices were close by each other’s, but Tiffany’s office was a corner office, and Tracy could see it was a lot larger than hers. She took her time and explored by looking in cabinets and drawers and realized Tiffany may have had a few more perks than she, so she’d have to have a talk with Mike. She was just as talented and good as Tiffany Richardson, so she wanted an office equal or even better than Tiffany’s.

  Realizing she had spent too long in a place she should not have been, she slowly cracked the door open to make sure no one was in the hall, and then headed back to her office. She looked around. Now she was definitely not happy with her mediocre space, although it was very nice, something she’d love in a heartbeat . . . if she had not seen Tiffany’s corner space. She pulled out her phone and dialed Mike. He answered on the fourth ring, just as she was about to hang
up.

  “Hey, this is, Mike.” He sounded businesslike, not like they had been sucking and fucking for the past week and change.

  “Why is Tiffany’s office larger than mine?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me, Mikey,” she called him on purpose. That was the childlike name he liked when they were in his adult day care.

  “Ms. Simms, I’m in the middle of something. Can we meet in maybe two hours?”

  “Yes, we can,” she shot at him. She knew that meant he was with the wife.

  “Good and be sure you come prepared to bounce around some ideas. I am anxious to play around with your ideas.”

  “I will, baby, believe that.” She hung up and laughed. That meant she needed to be ready to bounce him on his oversized bouncer, the one she rode his face on. He was so sick with it; she’d bounce on his face until he fell asleep if that’s what he wanted. Having her pussy in his face all night would have suited her just fine. It had only been a week and a few days, but she had nursed him almost every night since the first night. What he told his wife she had no clue, but all she knew is she’d take his temperature in his ass, bounce on his face, or let him suck her nipples until he fell asleep like a baby, if that meant an office that was analogous to Tiffany’s.

  Tiffany had won once, but Tracy was determined to come and take her spot at TiMax and produce killer shows that would put Tiffany’s ratings down to zero. “Yes, let me go and clean up for my grown baby.” As weird as what Mike wanted, he teased her body right, so she was starting to get into it too. “Damn, am I weird?” she asked herself when she got onto the elevator.

  When she hit the bottom floor and the doors opened, there she was standing, waiting to get on, and Tracy’s heart pounded. She wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to see Tiffany, not yet, not now. She wanted her to notice her on set or in a meeting, or after she became her boss—not getting off of the elevator.