Toy's Story

by Brenda Stokes Lee

  “You're doing it again Zatoya.” Logic's deep, sultry voice complained.

  “What?” I asked innocently, although I knew exactly what he was talking about.

  “You know what I'm talking about. Stop staring at me. You're going to make me self conscious if you keep that bullshit up.”

  “I wasn't staring at you.”

  “Yes you were. I can feel your eyes scanning me, like lasers. So stop.”

  “I'm sorry. I can't believe this is real.”

  Logic rolled on his back and pulled me on top of him. “Does this feel real?” He grinned.

  “Yeah it feels pretty real. It feels real hard.” I giggled.

  “It gets that way every single time I see you smile.” He replied as he leaned in for a kiss.

  I allowed him to sample my lips as my hands reached down to stroke the only snake that I could ever love or tame. Instantly, as if by magic, it responded to my slow precise stroke and grew and grew until it doubled in size, right in my hands.

  “Woman you are wearing me the fuck out, but I love it.”

  “You started it.” I replied as I watched his eyes roll back in his head.

  “Fuck this feels so damn good.” He moaned.

  Busy doing work I watched as he enjoyed a soon to be patented Zatoya Water's Slow Mo- Hand Blow. The key is in the stroke, nice, slow, soft even strokes are the key to success. Learn this ladies and any man will literally turn to putty in your hands. Even a man with a net worth in excess of a hundred fuckin million dollar's like my man, Logic Hart.

  Oh yes, I Goggled him and I almost passed out when I found out exactly who he was. For those of you who don't know, Logic Hart is the super star Running Back for the fairly new expansion team the Nevada Kings. He was an All American and the overall number one draft pick out of College. Logic was Rookie of the Year and Super Bowl MVP his rookie year. And with endorsements, investments, movie deals and an insanely obese NFL contract he has accumulated a net worth in excess of over one hundred million dollars in under seven years.

  So for that insane amount of fame and money, I'll be the rebound chick, the rebound stick and the rebound trick for as long as he wants me. Now I ain't saying that I'm a Gold Digger, but I'm sick of rolling with broke niggas. Just once I would like to see what life would be like if money was no longer an issue or a problem. Judging by Logic's elaborate mansion and lifestyle, it's not so bad.

  My mother used to say that, “Money can't buy you love.” And she was right. I found that out from dealing with Jamar's broke, nigga to the Nth power ass. But I did discover that a slow hand screw will make a man fall in love, if executed properly, on a daily basis. And trust me, I have perfected it.

  “Toy, we got to get out of this fuckin bed. You haven't even opened your gifts.” Logic groaned as my precise hand slow stroked his shaft from tip to base and back again.

  “We will, just as soon as I'm finished playing with my new toy.” I smiled as I saw how crazy I was driving this incredible man.

  “FUCK!” He moaned. “This shit is fuckin my head up.”

  Knowing that I had his ass exactly where I wanted him, I slowly slipped his hardness between my thighs and rubbed it back and forth over my clit.

  “Stop playing and put it in.” He groaned in anticipation.

  “I will in a minute.” I whispered, before kissing him hard and deep. “I'm not finished enjoying my toy.”

  “Oh fuck that shit! Play time is officially over.” Logic proclaimed as he quickly flipped me on my back. “I'm fuckin about to go to work on your oversexed ass.”

  I smiled as I looked in to those beautiful eyes and saw a soft spot in his broken heart that he had carved out and dedicated just to me.

  “I fuckin love this shit!” He declared as he quickly scrapped up and entered me hard and deep. True to his word he went to work and tried to put a fuckin crack in my back.

  Strung out and addicted to the incredible way we made each other feel we bumped and grind uglys until we exploded all over each other like a Chinese New Year fireworks extravaganza. Semi satisfied, but shamelessly hungry we decided to get in one more round of hide the Kielbasa before officially getting out of bed.

  Chapter 9

  It was now New Years Eve, seven sultry, hot and sweaty, satisfyingly scrumptious days since I met Logic Hart. I climbed out of his bed and climbed beneath the twelve foot, meticulously decorated Christmas tree in the great room of his contemporary mansion.

  “Okay so before you convert to the Zatoya who thinks I'm crazy and want to make a Sunday dress and a hat out of her skin, I need you to promise me something.”

  “What? I told you we're past all of that. If you want to kill me, go ahead. At least I'll die a happy and extremely satisfied woman.” I laughed as I stole a kiss from his soft lips.

  “Toy, don't even get that shit started.” He warned.

  “I'm not starting anything. Not unless you want...”

  “Stop! You have to open these gifts before we leave for Vegas.” Logic said as he reluctantly removed my hands from his crouch.

  “Okay, I'm listening.”

  “Alright. You have to promise me you won't freak out.”

  “About what?”

  “These are gifts for my ex but, I want you to have them. I don't want to hear no bullshit about how you can't take them because they're too expensive. Cause I'm not returning any of this shit. I wouldn't even know where to start even if I wanted to. So, promise me that you're going to receive them.”

  “I told you I was okay with it. Matter of fact, where are the keys to my Benz? I want to take it for a test drive.”

  “I’ll give them to you right after you open all of this other shit. Besides you need some clothes. So let's open this stuff and get it over with.”

  “You're not going to get all sentimental on me when you see me opening the gifts that you bought for your Boo are you? I'd hate to see you crying and shit.” I teased.

  “You're my Boo. So here open this. Merry Christmas.” Logic retaliated as he shoved a big gift box in my arms.

  “Look, Logic... Can I ask you something first?”

  “Sure, what?”

  “I know I'm the rebound girl and shit, but do you think that...”

  “Toy please don't start. You're not the rebound chick. Do I have to remind you of my promise?” He quickly interrupted. “Seems to me that you have at least five hundred thousand reasons to know that you are more to me than that.”

  Looking down at the flawless pink diamond ring I knew that he was right. Logic wasn't looking for a rebound hole to stick his dick in. He was looking for a woman like me who could fill that gigantic hole that this silly ass cunt left in his heart.

  “You're right.” I agreed as I looked into those amazing eyes and saw nothing but admiration for me.

  As I opened the enormous box and unveiled an expensive designer, faux fur, full length white mink coat. Logic's phone rang. Holding up a finger, he excused himself. I couldn't help but wonder if that was her. Hell, every time his phone rang I wondered if it was her. And if it was her did he want her back. Rubbing the faux fur I thought, “I will snatch that simple ass trick bald if she even entertains the thought of coming back into Logic's life.”

  “She wasn't in to real fur. I'll get you a real one if you want.” Logic offered as he caught me admiring the soft, breathtakingly, exquisite coat.

  “No, it's beautiful. Thank you so much.” I said as approached for a kiss only to be stopped by Logic, with a warning glance and another gift.

  “Don't even start.”

  “God I can't even thank you with a kiss.” I laughed as I dropped the gift for a hug.

  “I hope that wasn't fragile.” He chuckled as he sampled my lips.

  “I don't give a damn about any of this shit. I just want you. She can have all of this other bullshit, whatever her name is. Hell, I'll even deliver it to her.”

  Logic stared at me for what seemed like an eternity before tasting my lips. “You keep tal
king like that counselor and I'm going to put you on retainer.”

  “Oh yeah? Is that another name for your face?” I teased.

  Logic laughed. “You're nasty, but I love it.”

  “I know. I can tell.” I giggled as I felt his manhood stir.

  “Look, let's get through these gifts, get some food in us and I promise you'll have his undivided attention for the rest of the night.” He declared as he kissed me on the forehead. “Okay?”

  “Okay.” I agreed as I held him close savoring the alluring scent of his cologne.

  Naturally I was like a sugar addict in a candy factory as I ripped through the fifty or so gifts beneath the Christmas tree. As happy as a horny woman with a bag of dicks I surveyed my loot and was genuinely overwhelmed by Logic's generosity. Whoever said that re-gifting was a bad thing?

  “So did you find something to wear?” Logic sarcastically asked as I sorted my two dozen outfits.

  “Yeah, thanks. So, she was the same size that I am?” I asked unable to believe that this was merely coincidental.

  “I guess so. Honestly my personal assistant took care of all of the shopping details. I just paid for it. I don't even really know her sizes. So before you think some crazy ass shit...”

  “I'm not even going to think that you...”

  “I didn't so just pack crazy back in the box, tie a red bow on it and throw it back beneath the tree. And leave it there. Okay?” Logic laughed.

  “Don't worry. I'm packing crazy and all of this shit and my crazy ass in my new Mercedes and I’m going back to DC.” I laughed. “With my five hundred dollar promise ring on my middle finger.” I said as I gave him the finger. “How about that?”

  “Oh you're real slow and crazy if you think that shits going to happen.” He laughed as he swept me up in his massive arms and kissed me hard. “I'm glad I met you Zatoya Waters.”

  “Not half as glad as I am that I met you, Logic Hart.” I giggled as he squeezed me tight. “I'd still be stuck in West Virginia. Thanks for the ride Santa, all of them.”

  Logic chuckled. “You're more than welcome.” He said as his soft lips gently pressed against mine before he sweetly kissed me. His kiss was endearing and it made me feel as if I were a, beautiful, imported porcelain doll. Something that I soon discovered that only Logic could do.

  “And I guess I should also thank those two orangutans that orchestrated our per chance rendez- vous. What are their names?”

  “Oh you're cute.” He laughed. “Let me see... If memory serves me correctly, I think their names were Jamar and Tyson. Let me see, Jamar's the broke ass one with the baby mama drama and the big dick. And Tyson is the one with three damn guns. And for the record orangutans were your words not mine.”

  “Okay that was a good one. You got me there. I do need to thank both of those zoo dwellers for being the dicks that I didn't fathom that they could be. But still... I think we must include the two great apes that were fucking like chimps... Your words, and not mine... In your damn house... That caused you to drive to Nowhere Specific, West Virginia to pick me up. Now, what would their names be?” I challenged.

  Logic chuckled and conceded that I had a point. “Oh those two primates. Well that would be Mookey and Nakeisha.”

  “So I know this goes without asking... But this is the era where you'd better ask anyway... Which one was your best friend and which one was your girlfriend?”

  “That shit ain't even funny. I'm super straight and there's not a thing bi or curious about me. Now, what about you? You went to college... Any experimentation in your...”

  “Hell no! The only pussy I like is my own. And I don’t even like the taste of it. So you can forget all of that silly nonsense. To each his or her own, but I love the dick.”

  “Damn, I was trying to see if there was a three way in my future.” Logic teased.

  “The only three way you're going to get from me is a damn three way light bulb. As if I would share you with somebody else.” I laughed.

  “I can't imagine sharing you either.” He murmured before engaging me in another smoldering, five alarm red hot chili pepper kiss.

  “Nakeisha's a damn fool to have let you get away.” I moaned as his large hands slipped between my thighs.

  Just as we were about to get it started my phone rang. “Fuck that phone I'll get it later.” I thought as Logic's magic hand began to play a love ballad on my swollen but appreciative clit.

  “Your phone's ringing.” Logic said as he nibbled on my ear lobe and continued to pleasure me with his long fingers.

  “Fuck that phone and fuck whoever is calling.” I moaned. Well, that was before I realized that the unique ring tone was the tone I assigned to my boss. “Damn, that's my boss. I have to get that.” I apologized.

  “Call him back and tell him you quit.” Logic murmured. “You work for me now.”

  “What? Stop playing.”

  “Who's playing? I'm fuckin serious.” Logic insisted as he continued to drive me to Pleasureville.

  “Whatever. I'll call him back, but I'm not quitting. I like my job.”

  “I thought you were off.”

  “I am. And that's why I have to answer the phone.”

  “That's fine by me, but in a few seconds you're going to be too preoccupied to speak coherently, let alone intelligently.” Logic warned as he intensified his efforts and focused on driving my ass crazy with his persistent hand.

  Sensing my legs weakening and my knees about to give away, Logic picked me up and carried me to the sofa. There he laid me down and immediately buried his handsome face between my legs. Moments later my breath quickened and then abruptly stopped. After that I screamed loud enough to wake the Zombie dead as I climaxed harder than I've ever released in my life. You would think that, that would have stopped him, but Logic latched on and continued to munch on my tasty cake until a second and a third wave crashed over me in sweet succession. A squall of pleasure overtook me and swept my ass away to Pleasure Island.

  As I collapsed in total nirvana, surrender and exhaustion, he resurfaced from between my thighs with a big sexy grin on his face. “Call your boss back and then meet me in the room.” He said as he retrieved my phone from the large end table.

  “What? You're not going to...”

  “No. Call your boss back first. I'd hate for you to get fired because of me. We can finish this later.”

  “Fuck that job! Fuck him and fuck that! We need to finish what you just started.”

  “I thought I just did.” He laughed as he put the phone in my hand before running off upstairs.

  “Oh my God! This fuckin man is going to make me quit my fuckin job if I keep fucking around with him.” I remarked as I looked down to make sure that my pussy was still intact. Rubbing it briskly to see if it was still alive I concluded that it was a little dazed and confused but still very much alive, functional and extremely fuckin happy. Dazed and confused or not we both agreed on one damn thing. Nothing or no one could pry us away from the good, good loving of that magnificent man, not even my dumb ass boss or that shitty ass Public Defenders job that I both loved and loathed.

  Chapter 10

  After finally regaining my ability to simultaneously think and speak, I returned my boss' call. “Hi this is Zatoya Waters. I'm returning a call from Walter Warfield.”

  “Hey Toy. It's Becky. I heard you had a nasty accident on Christmas Eve. Are you okay?” His secretary asked.

  “Hi Becky. Yeah I'm a lot better. Thanks for asking.”

  “Glad to hear that. Hold tight I'll get Walt.”

  Minutes later my boss, Walter Warfield a tough old bird with a soft heart picked up the phone. “Hi Toy. Happy Holidays!”

  “Happy Holidays to you too Walt.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Much better, thanks.”

  “Good, because the District Attorney's office wants to meet to discuss the Steve Madison case before it goes to trial.”

  “Steve Madison... What do they want
to discuss? Are they offering a deal?”

  “Toy, I don't know. All I know is that they're making a onetime offer and they want to meet with you today.”

  “Walt it's New Year's Eve and I'm off. I made plans for tonight.”

  “I know and I hate to ask you to, but you need to come in and handle this. You're the only one that's versed enough on the case to take care of this. You know I wouldn't ask you to unless I had no other choice. So meet me here for a briefing at two.”

  “Okay. I'll be there.” I reluctantly agreed.

  After hanging up the phone I realized that the Fairy Tale was now over. Sucked back into the turmoil of my oh so shitty, pre Logic life I realized that I had to leave Logic to go to fuckin work.

  “This is bullshit!” I screamed.

  ~*~*~

  I entered the bedroom to find Logic in the shower. Frustrated that I didn't really have time to join him I set on the bed and tried to find a way to tell him that I had to go. In retrospect it really wouldn't have been hard to do if he wasn't so damn good and hard all of the damn time. Oh yeah and if I ironically had not just told him that I was about to take all my shit and run.

  Too pressed for time to wait my turn in the shower I decided to go to another master suite to shower. The feminine decor was breathtakingly beautiful, but the new designer clothes that hung in the closet were awe inspiring. Dresses, suits, evening gowns, jeans, coats, bags and even shoes- new with price tags still on them, filled the giant walk in closet. Incredibly they were all my size. There's a God and he loves me. Oh my God here it comes and there it goes, orgasm number four.

  “What the fuck!” I gasped.

  “Oh yeah, those are yours too. Pick out what you want and I'll donate the rest to charity.” Logic's deep voice nonchalantly responded.