He took a long drag on the cigarette giving her a skeptical look. "Rumor has it, for a good time, I can come in here and set some bills on the counter and you'll take me somewhere private and show me what a real woman can do."
"I wouldn't give you a good time if you paid me a hundred dollars. I told you I don't do that."
"Then who does?"
"The other girl's, I guess. I don't and I won't with you."
"Is it just me or do you give your favors out to all those black men that come strutting up in here to pester you."
Nicole decided to keep him guessing. "That's none of your business."
He took one more drag on the cigarette before grounding the butt out in the tray on the countertop. "How much is it going to take for you to please me?"
Continuing his verbal play, she leaned in the glass to give him her best seductive stare. "You couldn't afford me," she whispered.
"How much?" he asked again his eyes practically dancing like green Christmas tree lights now that he knew she was going to play with him.
Did he crave verbal foreplay? Was that how he got his kicks? Making someone angry then sink to his level. Oh she would get him good. "Five hundred dollars."
He flinched and she smiled triumphantly. "That's a lot. What do I get?"
She shrugged, not letting him see she was completely out of her territory. This was Cleo's business. "A lip job," she said borrowing Cleo's terminology.
His eyes widened. "That's it? All I get is a good lip job? Hell for five hundred dollars, I could buy the whole lot of crack whores on the corner and go to town for a day and a half."
"Then go down the street and get them, but here you pay."
"How will I know it's worth it?"
She knew this idiot couldn't have a thousand dollars on him, but she decided to tease him by leaning close to the window. If she dropped her shoulders and pressed her bosom almost against the glass, it gave him a nice view down her shirt. "I'll make you scream for mercy."
"Damn!" He lit another cigarette and puffed even harder as if he were deep in thought. "But five bills is a lot."
She sat back in her seat loving the tease she had suddenly become. "You want a good time with me, that's what you have to pay."
"So you're going to guarantee me a lip job if I set five hundred dollars on this counter."
Knowing fully well he couldn't have money like that walking around in the hood, she said, "Yep."
He started puffing that cigarette like it was his life depending on it. "What about for five hundred dollars, I get two days worth of lip service. That's two-fifty a day payable at the end of the service."
"You're trying to strike a bargain with a whore? Next thing you want is a warranty, huh?"
"It crossed my mind."
She laughed at his silliness then nonchalantly shrugged. "You set a five hundred on the counter right now, and you've got me for two days for lip service."
It was his turn to smile triumphantly as he grounded out that cigarette in the ashtray, and then reached in his back pocket to pull out the thickest wallet she had ever seen. He scooped up the three twenties and watched as her mouth dropped open as he laid five crisp new hundred dollar bills out on the counter then pushed it into the money slot. "Shouldn't you be saving some on that saliva for me?"
Quickly closing her mouth, she glared up at him. "You had every intention of offering me whatever I asked."
"Maybe, but that's neither here or there. Do you keep your promise?"
Nicole hated the idea of giving him any satisfaction, but she was woman of honor and besides, she'd always wanted to know how it felt. She seen it done enough and heard about it enough to be considered almost an expert at it, but actually doing it would be a whole new experience for her.
He started to take the money out the slot, but she touched the top of his hand.
"Give me a moment."
"I don't have a moment. At five hundred dollars, your time is my time."
She picked up the money and counted it slowly twice, then laid it down on the counter in front of her still staring at it in disbelief.
"Times a wasting, woman."
Straightening her spine and throwing her head back, she impersonated Cleo down to the cold glazed look overshadowing her face as she took the money and shoved it in her pants. "Give me a moment sugar lips," she said sliding from the seat. Going over to Cleo's drawer she found a breath mint she always saw Cleo put in her mouth before going out, and then she grabbed her keys and went out the door. She locked the front door with the electronic lock. If any customers wanted to come in she could use the buzzer to let them in. He stood down there waiting for her and she avoided looking at him.
If you can ace a home course in less time it takes to piss, you can certainly handle this cracker like a rag doll. She took a deep breath and continued Cleo's disposition by switching her hips with a look of assurance to her body. Opening the door to the ladies room, she let him walk by her. She always watched as Cleo went in, but once the door had closed she didn't know what to do.
The first logical thing was to turn on the lights, which he did once he entered. She went over to the toilet and put the seat down. As she faced him, he'd already crossed the distance between them in one long stride, pulling her into his arms and capturing her mouth before she could say anything.
She remembered his taste well and found that she was craving it once again. The hat on his head was knocked to the floor as she ran her fingers through his nape length blonde hair loving the feel of it between her fingers as his mouth possessed her own. They moved like old lovers touching, rubbing, and feeling everywhere wishing the clothes were not present. Forcing herself to take control of the situation, she shoved him away pushing him against the door. One hand continued to hold his head in place while her lips ravaged his mouth, cheek, ears, and lips, while her other hand found his pants and began to unbuckle them. Her skills with opening clothing came in handy that she was able to open his pants and push them down without releasing her mouth from his.
As Cleo had said, initially they fight it, and by his strain he was definitely fighting what she was doing to him. He tried to pull her back in his arms as she slowly lowered to her knees.
"Shouldn't we sit?" he asked unsure.
"Does it matter?" she whispered huskily right before she engulfed him deep into her oral cavity.
He gasped and she was positive she saw his leg vibrate from the passion she had erupted in him. Her eyes closed as she remembered Cleo's detail instructions, moving her hands inside his thigh, between his legs and around his buttocks as her mouth hungrily worked to bring him to please. She kept her teeth securely covered by her lips while she also kept a firm grip on him. While doing all of this, she moved her tongue voraciously around the tip enjoying how his body was fighting then succumbing then fighting.
Just when he was giving up the fight, she slowly crept her fingers up and gently pulled at the base of him. The whimper of mercy from him made her smile and brushed her teeth mistakenly over the sensitive tip. He grabbed the door handle for balance as his legs almost buckled underneath him.
She gasped as he filled her mouth giving her no choice, but to swallow as his large shaft pulse between her fingers and lips. A film of sweat covered his entire body and intimately enjoying the scent of him, she buried her nose into his blonde hair loving the soft feel of the follicles on her face. His member was still hard, but somewhat drained, yet she had a feeling if there was more she had promised him, nothing would stop him from laying her on this floor and taking her until the morning dawn. Reluctantly she took a deep breath testing the rawness of her lip and the soreness of her jaw. He was backed in the corner of the door.
Nicole went so far and to carefully adjust him and fix his pants, then gave him a simple kiss on his chin. Soon as she drew away, those intense greens opened and held her gaze. She felt her breath catch in her throat. It wasn't fear she felt.
His arm drew her into him molding her body a
gainst his, then he kissed her forehead, eyes then trailed his wet tongue down until he entwined the tip with her. She moaned softly loving his kisses very much. He was older and knowledgeable and she was positive he would be able to please her very much if given the chance.
What the hell are you thinking? What the hell are you doing?
Pushing away, she wiggled desperately out his arms. She could tell he wanted her back, but when he stepped towards her she stepped back two paces and held up her arms as if that could stop him.
"I have to get back to work and giving you anything more is not in the deal," she said patting her pocket where the bulge of money rested.
He conceded and allowed her to leave which she did quickly. Getting back behind the booth, she shrieked as she saw Cleo standing by the bin of clothes. "What the hell are you doing here?" she exclaimed.
"Working. Are you okay?"
Nervously she looked at the female bathroom door and pulled Cleo deeper into the back. "I'm okay. I was just a little queasy."
"Well, he's fine and his daddy miraculously came down to the hospital and said he would let me go while he watched the boy. He's got a temperature, but his daddy said he'd stay with him." She looked very grateful. "Thanks for saving my ass with Marv."
"How'd you know I didn't tell?"
"Cause you are here and not him. He'd gladly tell me to get the fuck out."
They walked back up to the front by the glass and both gasped at the figure.
"I must have left the door unlock," Cleo surmised. "Isn't that the guy who gave you trouble last time? Want me to handle him?"
His back was too them, and he was puffing on another cigarette slowly this time and she knew why smiling. "No, I can handle him." Going to the glass, she slid back in the seat adjusting the to wad in her pocket.
He turned his smoky green eyes assessing her generously. His voice was strangely low, but wasn't a whisper. "When do you get off?" His hat was back on his head, but turned the opposite way giving him a boyish look.
"That doesn't concern you."
"It does with my money in your pocket."
"Thirty minutes," she mumbled not at all liking the cool exterior he now exhibited.
He walked out without another word.
Cleo hadn't heard any of the conversation, but she still said, "He wasn't that hard to please."
"If you only knew," she mumbled under her breath still feeling the strange soreness in her jaw and the tiredness in her lips. They had definitely been through a workout.
Nicole had too much on her mind about this time to even comment on Cleo or feel any pity for Cleo's son. "I got some food in the back. I'm going to go. I hope your son feels better."
"Me too and thanks kid."
They hugged and she left out. He pulled up in front of the place in a company white Ranger 4x4 with BLACK'S CEMENT and opened the door for her. Without a word, she got in figuring he must be pretty high up in the company to get a company car. Probably a supervisor or something judging by the way his hands were that rough and just the managerial nature he carried.
"Don't you think we need to know each other's names before we go any further?" she asked as he got in and took off in the direction of where he had met her. "I'm Nicole."
"That's it? Just Nicole?"
"I think anonymity is good between us. That means once this is over with we won't have any ties to each other."
"Are you saying you would like to stay impersonals?" he divided his attention between her and the road.
"Now it's your turn. What's your name?"
He hesitated as if he didn't want to give it to her. "Ethan," he responded turning a corner sharply. They experience a strange silence until he asked, "Do you often do higher priced gentlemen?"
She shrugged purposely to keep him wondering. If he wanted to think of her as a whore it made it easier to take his money. "I should let you know your money will be put to good use. I'm going to be able to afford my last course for school and graduation. Thank you."
He pulled up to the spot where they met the first morning.
"Here is good enough, I don't live far," she said.
He turned out the lights and the motor before facing her positioning himself so his hand rested on the top back of her seat. Nicole wondered if breaking proximity boundaries was his way of keeping control of the situation.
"Personally I don't care if you bath yourself with the fucking loot, I just care when will it happen again?" The heat in his eyes made her feel warm all over and she looked straight to keep from succumbing to any emotional attachment to this man. She couldn't understand why she felt perturbed one moment to total exhilaration the next. Lots of men had hit on her. Many had tried to molest her, but nevertheless, she had stayed away from any and all invitations never wanting to involve her heart or her body with any man. So why was she sitting here now with a man she knew she could never keep forever and who only wanted her for her "oral activity?" Carefully forming her words as to not let him know how much he was affecting her, she said, "Tomorrow night after work. I can't see you any sooner."
His look of disappointment out of her peripheral vision was clearly evident. "Why is that?"
"I'm busy during the day and I can't miss work."
He agreed reluctantly. "Fine."
"Where do you live?" she blurted out looking at him.
"I thought you wanted us to remain anonymous to each other?"
Nicole flushed. "I was just wondering-"
He cut her off. "I love your mouth."
Her breath caught her in throat as her heart raced. She couldn't help but to meet his smoldering look of wanton lust with one of her own. Barely, she forced out, "Thank you," because she couldn't think of anything else to say that wouldn't let him know she had enjoyed his comment very much.
"Can I kiss you?"
She nodded and leaned forward. His other hand caught around her nape tilting her head slightly to deepen the passion they shared.
The feel, touch, and taste of him turned her inside out and sent her senses on a wild roller coaster ride that she wanted never to stop.
Pushing away, reluctantly, she pressed her back against the passenger door.
The hungry look in his eyes clearly told her this man had serious locked up emotions and if unleashed he could tear her heart apart. No emotional tie-ups. Not now! Not ever!
"Tomorrow," was all she whispered before jumping out the and running down the to her home.
Marvin had his buddies over, but when she got in the house she didn't pause to greet them or accessed the situation. She continued on upstairs past Nanna's room to her small room in the attic where she plopped on the twin size old bed and buried her hands in her face.
What the hell had she gotten herself in?
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Awaking in bed, Lynne looked at the empty pillow beside her and frowned. It wasn't like him to not call or come home. Picking up the cordless phone beside the bed, she dialed the office in Auburn Hills where James worked. Ethan stayed on the sites most of the time, but used James' secretary, Kristen Marks to keep up with his appointments.
Kristen answered the phone as polite as ever, although her tone went a little wayward when she realized exactly who was on the other line. "Good morning, Mrs. Black, James hasn't come in yet."
"I was wondering if you've heard from my husband?"
"Mr. Black left a message to reschedule all his appointments for the next seven days to after the holidays if possible." Her tone of voice was directly sarcastic as if Lynne should already know this.
Lynne didn't exactly care for this little chit working for James, but she was a daughter of a friend of the family and James had said she did excellent work. "Would you know the reason behind this?"
Sighing impatiently, Kristen answered, "He's working on dual projects." Again, her tone was as if Lynne should have known this. "It may be taking up a lot of his time. Especially since he needed specia
l zoning with one of them."
Of course this didn't interest Lynne. Nothing of what her husband ever did interested the selfish woman, but she was always interested in James schedule.
"Did he say where he can be contacted?" Lynne knew Ethan never slept on site.
"Only his cell phone after today."
Lynne huffed annoyed knowing the little minx was holding back information. Ever since Lynne had begun to show interest in James, Kristen seemed to be aloof and agitating to Lynne.
"Why after today, Kristen?"
Kristen's voice was matter-of-factly, "Because he sold the house in Detroit for one dollar. I drew up the papers myself for the lawyer."
Lynne gasped. "When? Why? To whom?'
"He said he didn't like its location anymore and that he wanted something bigger."
This wasn't like Ethan at all and alarm bells started going off in Lynne's gut. What the hell could he be up to?
"He sold it to Thaddeus Newman."
Lynne wanted to scream. She figured somehow Thaddeus and his meddling wife, Skye, had been able to "educate" Ethan a little on the black woman. She'd noticed little techniques Ethan had begun using in questioning her on her whereabouts in the past year. If he knew about her male lovers then he hadn't said a word. Yet, if he was so knowledgeable why hadn't he said anything? He was a man who liked to get things out in the open. Not sneak around. Yet he sold the Detroit property and didn't tell her. He had always hated the city, so this wasn't out of the ordinary for him, just so unexpectant of him and Ethan was anything but spontaneous. How dare he sell of property without telling her so? "What about the furnishings I picked out and my things?"
"The furnishings were included with the house and I was instructed to pack your things and ship them to you. You should be receiving them UPS no later than noon today."
"So you went down to Detroit?"
"Yesterday morning, Mrs. Black," Kristen confirmed.
"Did you see him?"
"He let me in the house, but said he was late and needed to get across town before noon."
"And the other assignment he's involved in, where would that be?"
Kristen paused to look it up. "That would be on the west side of the city. As far as I know he is using private resources to fund the project, but if I guess I would say it had to be a house by the people he called in the help fix it up."
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