“Yes, that’s cool,” Hartford said.
Korea deliberately kept a straight face at all times when talking to him, just as she would have if she had been shopping for a new car. There were no discernible inflections of any kind that he could use to judge her attraction. But inside, she was a giddy kid.
Fucking, shit, hell, damn, she said to herself as she watched his tight little ass follow Stormy down the stairs. “We’re all going to hell tonight.”
EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT BOTH KOREA AND HARTFORD completely forgot Stormy was in the room, the fantasy played out much as she had described to Hartford when they were in Los Angeles, with Stormy on the bottom, Hartford in the middle, and Korea behind him, riding him like a prize bull. Korea gripped handfuls of his Afro-like horns, thrusting her big black dildo inside of his ass, and came more times that Stormy could count.
Stormy, who had immediately gotten into the shower when the episode was over, could hear Hartford thanking Korea through the bathroom door.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Hartford kept saying to Korea as he removed his condom and got dressed.
Korea couldn’t say a word at first. She was too cool to say what she was feeling. All she knew was that she was still coming. Her pussy had saturated the black leather harness and her pussy juice was trailing down her legs, as she walked Hartford to the door, raping his ass with her eyes. And when he turned to say goodbye, she grabbed him by his hair and shoved her tongue in his mouth. They both pulled tight against the other’s head, trying to get their tongues in deeper. He breathed heavily, as she sucked his tongue. He wanted her inside him again so badly, he was salivating. A stream of spit escaped the corner of his mouth, and Korea licked it away. She could hear his heart pounding in his chest.
“You need to get the fuck out of here,” she said.
“Why?” he asked. “Don’t you like me?”
“I want to throw you against that wall and fuck you again. I want to fuck you right, without that little bitch in the way.”
“Just tell me when,” Hartford said, “I’m yours.”
“THAT WAS SOME NASTY SHIT,” STORMY SAID TO HERSELF in the bathroom mirror. “I can’t believe I orchestrated the whole thing. The entire room smelled like ass. Correction, the room smelled like shit. I couldn’t even focus on sex. How do gay boys do it? Didn’t that motherfucker use the enema I gave him? I’m just glad it’s over. That’s one fantasy that would’ve been better left a fantasy.”
Stormy went into her room and logged into the Good Vibrations website. She surfed through the vast selection of mock cocks. “They would be in alphabetical order,” she said. “Anal. No.” She continued reading the list, “Bull’s eye Silicone, Double…Glass, G-Spot…Realistic, okay, there’s my baby.” Stormy selected an updated version of the dick Korea had stuck up Hartford’s ass. She didn’t care if they had used two rubbers, that dick was not going to touch her pussy ever again.
Before she climbed in bed, she made a little trip to Korea’s master bathroom, and dumped the old dick in the trash. The television was off. The lights were off. Korea was naked and sound asleep, actually snoring! Now there was a sound Stormy had never heard before.
In the morning, the dick had been boiled, oiled, prepped, and put right back in its silk bag. Korea was pissed off that she found it in the bathroom trashcan. But, instead of saying so right away, she said, “I don’t want a fucking omelet; I don’t even eat omelets. Make me a smoothie. Don’t use banana either.”
Stormy knew that Korea had eaten a bacon and sharp cheddar omelet a few days before. She was confused and she didn’t know what to do at all.
She filled the blender with strawberries, blueberries, a banana, half a cup of apple juice, and a couple of ice cubes, put the top on, and pushed chop, and then puree. She poured breakfast in a glass and sat at the kitchen table across from Korea. “I know you like my omelets. This isn’t about omelets. What’s up?”
“What’s up? Look at you, talking to me like I’m one of your homies. I’m not your homie. But since you asked, I have a question for you. Who the fuck do you think you are? Why did I wake up this morning and find my dick in the motherfucking trashcan?”
Stormy opened her eyes wide. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Are you kidding me? That thing is contaminated.”
“Don’t you ever throw away anything of mine.”
Oh, shit, Stormy thought. She’s serious. Okay, she said to herself, let me think. She quickly ran through her head, all that she knew pertaining to this, and came up blank, except for…“Oh, baby, no, no, I wasn’t mad about it or anything. I’m just saying, we need to get a new one. I ordered one already. It will be here tomorrow.”
Korea shook her head. “The more I school you, the dumber you seem to become. You know what your problem is? You’re spoiled; that’s what your problem is. You don’t know what to do when shit doesn’t have anything to do with you.”
Uh oh, Stormy thought. New fantasy, anger, irrationality…it’s happening again.
“Ouch,” Stormy said.
“Ouch? What the fuck is that?”
“Just ouch.”
T.CALLOWAY: The board is convening next week to make our final staff selections. I have to have you here.
THECUTB: I haven’t made up my mind.
T.CALLOWAY: Don’t waste your talents. I’m not just offering you a chance. You will be offering The Cutting Board a chance, too.
THECUTB: I have to talk it over.
T.CALLOWAY: Explain.
THECUTB: I’m in a relationship.
T.CALLOWAY: Explain.
THECUTB: My partner doesn’t want me writing…She says it’s a waste of time.
T.CALLOWAY: I’m booking you a flight. Be on it.
STORMY’S HEART WAS BEATING SO HARD IN HER CHEST, she thought Korea might hear it, so she stood in the doorway of her bedroom when she asked, “Korea, do you think it would be alright if I went on a kind of working vacation for a while, just for the weekend?”
“This weekend, sure.”
“Sure?” Stormy asked.
“Sure,” Korea repeated. “Do me a favor. Can you cook up a couple of meals so I can put them in the microwave?”
“Sure,” Stormy answered. Absofuckinglutely, she thought.
If Stormy hadn’t asked to leave town, Korea was going to find a way to send her away. Her timing could not have been more perfect.
CHAPTER 14:
THE LONG RIDE TO SODOM
“Damn, he makes my dick hard,” Korea said to herself.
Now that Stormy was gone, Korea was going to be able to fuck Hartford the way she really wanted to. She had cleared her entire calendar from Friday afternoon until Stormy was scheduled to be back on Tuesday. She was going to turn that motherfucker inside out over the next five days. But first, she needed to get rid of this bitch.
Fantasy Friday was uneventful for Melody that week. Korea hadn’t arrived at the office until ten o’clock. All of Melody’s advances had gone unnoticed, though she tried to make her issues known by the way she carried a noticeable attitude with her around the office as she performed duties she had not been required to since she was hired.
“Is there a problem?” Korea asked her when she dropped the file marked “The Cutting Board” on her desk.
“No. Of course not,” Melody said.
“Of course not,” Korea replied. “That will be all. You can go home early, if you’d like.”
“It’s only two, Ms. Smith.”
“So it is. Don’t worry about it. I will be out of the door by three o’clock myself.”
“Oh, is there some meeting I don’t know about?” Melody asked.
Korea replied only with a glance in her general direction. At first, she didn’t even notice that Melody had put her Fantasy Friday gear back on.
“Don’t embarrass yourself, Melody. And please don’t embarrass me,” Korea said when she noticed the green shorts and fishnets she was wearing.
Melody
sulked and closed Korea’s office door. She was failing in her assignment.
“Shit!” she said when she got back to her desk. Not sure what to do, she picked up the phone.
“Hey,” she said. “It’s me. It’s not going well. I think she’s tired of me already. It’s either that, or she has another woman. No. If she has someone else, it’s definitely not her wife. What should I do?” Melody listened carefully to her instructions, deciding to follow them to a “T” this time.
Before she left the office, she called Sally in HR and set up a lunch date for three.
KOREA TOOK TWO FROZEN MEALS THAT STORMY HAD PREPARED for her from the freezer. The Tupperware containing a buttered lobster tail, sweet corn, and couscous was marked Friday. The smoked salmon, fresh garden snap peas, and brown rice was labeled Saturday. “Do not microwave,” Stormy had written. Korea put them on the counter and let them thaw while she got her bedroom ready for Hartford. As she ripped the sheet off the bed and replaced the fitted Egyptian cotton with a rubber sheet she had stopped off at a little specialty shop to pick up, she wondered if Stormy had arrived in Washington, D.C. She checked her messages, but there had been no call. She wondered why Stormy had lied about T. Calloway. The thought of Stormy’s punishment ran through her hair and eyes as she showered.
“Bring a couple days of clothes,” she had told Hartford.
He was nervous, speaking under his breath. “I can’t stay over,” Hartford was saying to her on the phone when Shawna walked up behind him and kissed him gently on the neck.
“Come to bed,” Shawna said, intending for whomever was on the other line to hear her. When he didn’t seem affected by her tenderness or her aggressiveness, she stepped around the La-ZBoy, blocking his view of the game so he could see her. Shawna was dressed in a sheer nightgown and glass slippers. Her hair draped around her shoulders and framed her face.
“I’ve missed you, my love,” she said. “Come to bed. I’ll get on top this time; I promise.”
Hartford couldn’t deny his attraction. The thought of watching his missionary bride ride him suddenly stole his tongue, and he was silent on the phone.
“Hello? Hello?” Korea searched the line.
“Yea, uh, I’ll be there, but the meeting will have to be short. I have some business at home,” he finally answered.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Korea charged, pushing him into reality. “What can she do for you now that she hasn’t done since you’ve known her? Wake up, mothafucker; this is a real booty call.” Korea did not stay on the phone waiting for him to respond; she hung up and put the food in the oven.
“Who was that?” Shawna asked as she straddled his lap.
“An appointment; an appointment I shouldn’t have forgotten about,” Hartford said.
“But…”
“Get off my lap.”
When Shawna rebelled, he stood, letting his wife fall to the floor.
“STORMY REALLY CAN COOK,” HARTFORD SAID, amazed that his salmon had ever been frozen.
“You can say that again. My lobster tasted like she broiled it today. But knowing Stormy, she probably did. Her food is great but that’s enough about her. Why don’t you and I get to, you and I?”
“By that, you mean…” Hartford said playfully.
“By that I mean, we should stop eating Stormy’s dinner and eat each other.”
Korea did not wait for Hartford to say anything. She pushed him down on the kitchen floor and ravished him with every ounce of the man inside of her. She tackled him like a linebacker. His head hit the kitchen floor and his dick got hard and he felt the urge to push it inside her, but he had not anticipated a struggle. There, spontaneously on the floor, Korea had no tools, no toys, no devices to advise her, or force his submission, so she gave in. She gave in to an urge on a whim and let her pussy glide down his dick.
Her pussy is like a virgin file, Hartford thought. It was as though it had been locked up tight in a vault long ago, but her fragrance let him know she was not green at all as he drove his manhood between her walls, ready to explode already.
“Oh no, honey, you need to put a condom on,” she whispered on a desperate breath, not wanting to stop but making herself.
“But, baby,” he said. “I’ve just been tested; I’m clean.”
“You sound like a fool,” Korea said, standing on her feet. “Follow me.”
Korea led Hartford into the bedroom, where the incense had burned out, leaving a husky scent of sandalwood in the air. There was a glass of wine waiting for him on the nightstand on Stormy’s side of the bed. Next to it, Korea’s strap and cock already wrapped in a condom, and lubed for a long ride to Sodom. Stormy’s big moon, as brilliant as it had been the month before, was shining through the balcony window.
“Put this on,” she said, handing him a condom. “I’ve never felt like equals with anyone in my bedroom before,” Korea said, “until now.”
Hartford wasn’t sure what to do with the gentle moment Korea offered, but he was sure she was not a gentle woman. What was more, he had not come to Korea for anything gentle, and he wasn’t about to let her bitch up now. So he lay down on the bed and rolled the rubber over his dick, and then he flipped himself over, offering his ass like the moon offered its midnight shine.
“Your choice, little mamma; top or bottom.”
Korea stared at him in silence while she stepped into her leather harness and positioned her dick over her clit, pressing down to make sure it was on target. Korea lay down on Hartford’s back, her heart racing through him. She kissed his neck, and then nibbled on his earlobe. She slapped his ass, and then bit his shoulder, hard. His hips began to roll an invitation for her to come inside. It was easier than it had been the first time. Korea’s dick slipped right in.
“That’s it,” Hartford said. “Come and get it.”
Korea reached under him and grabbed his dick, stroking it as she pumped inside of his ass. Hartford’s dick was getting harder and bigger in her hand. His moans urged her deeper inside of him, as she squeezed his dick and pumped it like a shotgun.
“That’s it, sweetness, give me that ass, give…it…to…me…”
This time it was Korea who could not hold on. Her clit was so hard behind her strap-on, it throbbed, almost painfully.
“Fuuuck!” she screamed, nutting all over herself. She peeled the condom off his dick and let her hand spill over with his hot cum.
Sometime during the night, Hartford had removed her strap, and was sucking her sap in her sleep. Korea dreamed of Stormy, raping her. “I told you, not to ever get on top of me,” she was telling Stormy, when all of a sudden, Stormy stuck her big black dick inside of her pussy, shoving it hard against her back wall.
“You got some good tight pussy,” Stormy said. Korea opened her eyes. “Yeah, you got some good pussy. Fuck me back, bitch. Come on; fuck Daddy back.”
Korea couldn’t help it; she rolled her hips, lifted her ass in the air, and fucked Hartford back. She opened her mouth for his tongue and even let him pull her hair and, for the next twenty-four hours, they took turns being bitches in a war between tops and bottoms that they never wanted to end.
NOW THAT KOREA HAD FINALLY FOUND THE SEXUAL HIGH she had been looking for her entire life, she didn’t have time to placate amateurs or gross people. So when Melody came into her office with a pair of handcuffs, she didn’t just send her away. She fired her. Korea had found the thing she had been yearning for and no one was going to stand in her way.
SHE WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO MEETING T. CALLOWAY, so Stormy was disappointed when she saw that he had sent a woman to pick her up from the airport. The woman was waving a sign with her name on it at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. She smiled and was courteous when she greeted her.
“Hi, I’m Stormy.”
“I know that. We’ve been running your picture with your column for a while now. Tisa…” The woman reached out to shake Stormy’s hand. “I hope your flight was comfortable.”
“Oh, yes,
it was fine. I signed up for the frequent flyer program.”
“Oh? That sounds like good news, then? No pressure to talk about it now. But between us, the board will make a formal offer to you tomorrow. So you should get a good night’s sleep.”
The women walked to a black sedan in the parking lot and Tisa loaded Stormy’s bags into the car.
Stormy exhaled to release some of the pressure she felt mounting, as she considered the magnitude of the move she was making. It would be her first real job in a decade, if she took it. She imagined an entire row of T. Calloways sitting at a long table staring at her, throwing questions out. What can you bring to this magazine? Why should we choose you? What’s so special about you? You’ve never even had a real job? The sound of the engine starting invited Stormy back into the car.
“Oh my God, I’m nervous,” she said out loud.
“Don’t be,” Tisa said. “Those guys will look like a bunch of D.C. stuffed shirts. But underneath they’re a bunch of marshmallows. Charm them.” She smiled and placed her hand on Stormy’s shoulder. Her touch sent a little unexpected shock straight through Stormy’s body.
Damn, Stormy said to herself, wondering how long she was going to still be attracted to women once she started dating men again. Tisa was very pretty with smooth, sun-kissed, reddish-brown skin, long black hair, full lips, and Asian eyes. Stormy felt her eyes dropping down on their own to check out the woman’s breasts…
“Are you hungry?” Tisa asked, catching her just as she was picturing silver dollar areolas.
“Yes.”
“Good. Let’s get you checked into your hotel room and then I’ll take you to dinner. This town may seem like it’s all about politics, but it’s all about food. I know a place that’s only minutes from your hotel.”
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