Elijah wasn’t worried. He knew she would come. Just as he suspected Montgomery wasn’t laying the pipe at home and she was needy. Damn, hafta think of somebody to fuck this pale bitch, he brooded, stealthily making his way to the room. The woman was absolutely unattractive to him, but as usual, he would do what he had to do and accomplish his goal. Arriving he let himself in and turned on the small table lamp glancing at his watch. Five minutes later Elijah heard the knob turning and smiled. Works every time, he thought as Delia walked into the room and returned the smile still sitting on his face.
*****
Montgomery was looking for his wife. He’d been caught up most of the evening with Clayton, talking business and strategies for removing the undesirable element out of the neighborhood, making way for the renewal, and of course the feeding of their campaign coffers. Thinking of the political and financial coop they were about to pull off filled him with an innate sense of accomplishment. Right now however he needed Delia by his side. They were getting ready to be seated for dinner and presentations. Where the hell has she gotten off too, Montgomery wondered. He knew she was probably bored out of her mind with all the stuffy over-the-hill wives present and had more than likely found some quiet balcony to stand and observe the night sky.
Montgomery loved his wife’s quiet demeanor. It was a refreshing change from most of the wives he knew, Clayton’s being no exception. The woman was loud and brash, normally drinking too much and making a fool of herself. Sighing softly, Montgomery motioned one of the servers over describing his wife and asking if he’d seen her. The server told him he hadn’t, but offered to go and look around if he’d like. Smiling Montgomery thanked him and told him yes, he would. That much solved, he returned his attention to the room, noticing that Clayton was vying for his attention.
Pasting on a new smile, Montgomery grabbed another glass of champagne and headed to where the man was standing.
“Montgomery, this is Ronnie Glazer,” Clayton introduced the two men. “Ronnie owns Glazer Construction Conglomerates,” he added as Montgomery nodded knowingly.
This was one of three contractors vying for the renewal project. He already knew the contract would go to the one that greased Clayton’s pocket best. Montgomery wasn’t upset; he just wanted his own cut of the pie as well.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Glazer,” Montgomery returned amiably.
“Please call me Ronnie,” the tall lean rustic looking man replied.
Montgomery smiled and acquiesced. The three began to chat when Clayton’s aide walked over to them informing the Representative he had an urgent call. Once they were alone, Ronnie wasted no time getting down to business.
“I want those contracts Alderman,” he told Montgomery plainly. “I know what it will take dealing with Clayton,” he went on calmly. “What I don’t know is what it’s going to take to get the okay from you,” Ronnie finished, allowing Montgomery an opportunity to speak.
“I like your bluntness,” Montgomery replied. “So I’ll be just as blunt, it will take at least half a million to keep my affections,” he told Ronnie, watching his reaction.
The man didn’t flinch, simply smiling slightly and telling Montgomery he understood completely.
*****
Elijah sipped his cognac and continued to watch the two couples. He sighed lightly thinking of the tryst with Alderman Southby’s wife a few moments earlier. She’s definitely done this shit before, he thought watching her calm demeanor, continuing her interactions and conversations as if nothing had ever happened. Thinking of the sex made him frown slightly. Elijah hated her body, hated how pale and pasty she was. When she undressed, he’d fought hard not to frown. She had small breasts with pert pink nipples. Her skin was so translucent you could see every vein network encased. Then she had the nerve to get them enlarged, so they must have been a double A cup before, Elijah thought of the barely B’s Delia had now. She’d tried to kiss him and Elijah smoothly dipped and kissed her neck and chest instead. He would screw her, but he wasn’t going to kiss her and he certainly wasn’t going to eat her out.
Delia was aggressive, her hands everywhere on his body. Normally he would have been completely turned on by the actions, but Elijah found himself utterly repulsed by the woman. She wasn’t sexy to him at all. He’d forced himself to think about Sage and their earlier session, finally bringing life to his member so he could sex the obviously desperate woman. After fingering her to saturation, Elijah pulled the extra large magnum from his pocket. Delia again took charge, removing the latex from the package. Instead of putting it on immediately however; she took the opportunity to suck his erection, almost causing him to go flaccid again.
Instead Elijah closed his eyes and imagined Reesa, his Thursday chick, was the one trying to suck him dry. Reesa was a sexy blue black beauty with a bald head and beautiful eyes. She was Ethiopian by origin and loved oral sex. They often spent more time tasting and enjoying each other than having actual intercourse. The ploy worked and Elijah found himself harder than he’d been in ages.
Delia noticed and smiled thinking she was responsible for the change. Finally rising and slipping the condom on, she sat back on the desk and opened her legs, allowing him full view of her sex. Elijah wasn’t impressed, but said nothing. Instead, he pulled her up and turned her around, bending her over the desk and sliding deeply inside her. I definitely don’t want to look at the bitch while I fuck her, he thought beginning to slam into her with his full aura. Delia moaned deeply, biting her lip he could see, to keep from screaming. She came hard five minutes in, coating the condom with her release.
Elijah tuned her out, closing his eyes and letting his mind wander. To his surprise, Jasmine, the waitress at Morning Perk, came to his subconscious. He saw her cocoa butter skin in his mind; melon sized breasts in his mouth as he licked her purple nipples and sucked them gently. He saw his hands sliding down the small of her back, gripping her beautiful perfectly symmetric butt and squeezing hard. Elijah imagined her sex; wet and pliable to his hardness as he drove it inside her again and again. His pace increased as his daydream became more and more erotic and he soon came hard, groaning deeply and filling the condom. Coming back to himself, Elijah heard Delia softly sigh her satisfaction as he frowned, out of her sight, and removed himself and the condom from her.
Bitch is definitely sprung now, Elijah thought cockily. She’d begged for his number once they finished and he thanked her nonchalantly. He’d supplied her with the information she requested as she assured him she would be calling him soon. She is going to make this very easy, he thought smiling slightly, regarding the woman once again. This time Elijah was going to make her invite him to their home. What better place to kill this fool, he thought and chuckled.
“Well there you are,” Bianca gushed, finding him alone again. Elijah sighed softly and returned her greeting, adding a fake smile as well.
“Did you miss me,” he teased as she began to flirt anew and he once again tuned her out, thinking about his plans for tomorrow.
*****
Jasmine was trying to enjoy the movie but Damian wasn’t making that easy. She’d only agreed to go out with him again after he called for the eighth time today. She knew he was trying to rekindle what they once had, but Jasmine was done. She’d moved on, at least mentally.
“You smell good girl, damn,” he whispered in the darkened theater, close to her ear.
Jasmine rolled her eyes in the darkness and said nothing. I’m about 10 seconds from walking the hell out of here, she thought as Damian finally calmed down and they continued to watch the big screen. Jasmine’s mind was also on her regular Wednesday customer. That man is so sexy, she thought of the still nameless patron. She’d been trying to talk herself into at least asking him that much information, but she was petrified. What if he thinks you’re an idiot, her mind seized. Sighing lightly she dismissed the thoughts for now, still very much curious about his romantic status and if he’d ever even considered her on that level.
The movie had been good once Damian left her alone and allowed her to watch, Jasmine thought as they headed to her apartment. Arriving shortly, he got out and opened her door for her. This wasn’t new. Damian had always been a gentleman. The problem was he was a cheater and a liar, two things Jasmine couldn’t stand.
“Can I come in for a minute,” Damian asked hopefully.
She turned looking him in the eye. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jasmine returned calmly.
“Jazzy, baby, don’t be like that,” Damian returned, using his pet name for her.
“Damian, look,” she began when he leaned in and kissed her. Jasmine couldn’t lie and say she didn’t enjoy it. Her body definitely showed its approval, her nipples hardening almost instantly. She hadn’t been with another man since breaking up with Damian almost a year ago.
“Baby, stop pushing me away,” he pleaded quietly, noticing her body’s reaction. “I’m so sorry for hurting you, for lying to you,” Damian tried, hoping he was making progress.
“Just for a minute,” Jasmine caved as he smiled and told her okay.
She offered him something to drink and Damian asked for tea, knowing she always made a fresh pitcher daily. Jasmine brought him the drink, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and flipping on the TV.
“You seeing anyone,” Damian asked casually.
From what his friends told him, Jasmine wasn’t dating, but he wanted to be sure.
“Not right now,” she answered honestly.
For whatever reason the only man she’d been attracted to since they ended was Mr. Wednesday and that attraction only happened a couple of months ago.
“Who are you seeing,” she threw back as Damian smiled slightly and sat his glass down, turning to her.
“I wanna be seeing you,” he told her smoothly as Jasmine scoffed and continued to drink her tea. “Why you being so hard, Jazzy,” he asked, moving closer to her as they continued to sit.
“You know why,” she returned hoping he didn’t push the issue.
“Baby, I told you that was a mistake, a stupid mistake on my part,” Damian explained patiently.
He really did regret messing around on her. Jasmine was a good woman, and those were hard to find. He learned that he hard way in the four failed attempts at a relationship he’d had since she broke up with him.
“Whatever,” Jasmine replied nonchalantly.
Damian decided talking wasn’t going to help his cause right now, so he leaned in and kissed her again, this time pulling her to him and slipping his tongue in her mouth. Jasmine moaned softly without thinking, loving the taste of him. Damian continued to kiss her, laying her back on the couch, him atop her, grinding against her sex. His hands slid down her back and smoothly across her butt. Jasmine’s breathing became ragged and uneven. She was on fire, needing a release in the worst way. Don’t screw Damian, her mind shouted. Digging deep and finding her resolve, Jasmine pushed him off her. “You need to leave,” she told him standing and rearranging her clothing.
“Baby, Jazzy, don’t do this,” Damian told her, rising and stepping to her, trying to hold her again.
“Go now,” she replied becoming irritated.
Sighing deeply he decided not to push. Damian knew Jasmine was scared to trust him again and he still had work to do. “OK baby,” he told her sweetly. “I can get you off if you want before I go, no strings,” he offered knowing she had to be as aroused as he was.
“No Damian, I, um,” she stuttered and Damian moved in for the kill.
Pulling her to him and kissing her again, he removed her panties, finally pushing her back onto the sofa, opening her legs and burying his face between them.
“Mmm,” Jasmine moaned as his tongue connected and she shivered with delight.
Damian pulled out every stop licking, slurping, drinking deeply as she came hard and her entire body trembled.
“Aaah, mmmm,” Jasmine continued to purr as Damian’s tongue brought her yet another wave of blissful delight. Seizing the opportunity, he freed his erection as he tasted her, carefully positioning himself on his knees, Damian smoothly slid inside her as Jasmine put her hands on his chest.
“No, Damian, stop,” she told him as his mouth found hers again and he continued to thrust into her.
Her hands left his chest, sliding down to his butt, pulling him inside her. Damian was kissing her neck softly now, enjoying her warm wetness.
“Don’t cum inside me Damian,” Jasmine whispered as he kissed her ear gently, assuring her he wouldn’t.
Keeping his word, Damian withdrew moments later as he came hard, letting it run down her inner thigh.
“Damn baby,” he told her softly as they rose and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Jasmine knew she’d opened a door that should have remained closed, but the orgasms she’d gotten were worth for the price, for now.
Chapter Three
“How has your week been,” Reesa asked as she rose and began to dress. They’d spent most of the morning into the afternoon pleasuring each other. Elijah loved Thursdays. It meant he could relax and enjoy being pampered for a while. Reesa was very much into control and he allowed her to have her fill while they were together. She gave him head in every conceivable position, allowing him to eat her at will or just close his eyes and enjoy her service. Of course, he’d been inside her warm wet center at least three times today and eyeing her sexy chocolate skin as she dressed, his manhood began taking on yet another life. “Mmm, darling, are you ready again,” Reesa purred, noticing his erection.
“You make me like this,” Elijah answered honestly as she smiled and told him to sit up.
Guiding him to the edge of the bed, Reesa assumed the position, eagerly mouthing his freestanding sex.
“You’re so damn good, Reesa,” he moaned honestly.
The woman was an artist when it came to giving head. She could definitely teach some classes.
Reesa’s steady rhythm had him breathing hard, toes curling and thighs tensing as Elijah tried to hold back the monsoon he wanted to release in her mouth. He wanted to make it last, keep those soft lifts on his shaft and her wet tongue lapping greedily at the head.
“Reesa, girl, mmm,” he moaned unable to resist any longer as the hot semen made its way up and out of the shaft into her waiting mouth.
She moaned slightly as she swallowed and Elijah noticed her hand as she fingered herself and obviously came hard simultaneously. Collapsing onto the bed he closed his eyes, hearing her chuckle and finish dressing.
“I’ll see you next week darling,” Reesa told him sweetly as Elijah opened his eyes and smiled back, telling her he was looking forward to it. The Ebony goddess left him as Elijah grudgingly rose and headed for his shower. He supposed most people would consider him a whore, but Elijah loved sex, and the women he slept with loved sex. So what was the problem?
He chuckled as he showered recalling all his weekly trysts. Shanice was his Monday chick; she was the fairest of the group but he found her incredibly sexy with her doe eyes. Her skin wasn’t pale; it was kissed with just enough sun to make her alluring. She was also the anal freak. No matter what else they did, Elijah knew where they would end up, he thought laughing at the pun. Katrina took care of Tuesday’s, Sage on Wednesday’s, Reesa was tantalizing Thursdays, and Tangela rounded out his week on Friday. Elijah laughed at his schedule noting that he gave himself the weekends off. That was his time to relax and unwind. He hadn’t always been out there like he was now, but Allison was a long time ago, Elijah mused frowning lightly and dismissing the thoughts.
Returning to his bedroom he picked up his secondary phone and saw he had a missed call from Delia Southby. OK, time to get back to business, Elijah thought sighing deeply and calling her back.
“Hi there,” she purred into the phone.
Elijah frowned and rolled his eyes before speaking. “Hey beautiful,” he threw out amiably.
“I was hoping I could see you today,” she told him.
Elijah smile
d knowingly and told her he was glad to hear that. “I definitely want to spend some more time with you,” he lied smoothly.
Delia asked when they could meet.
“I can come now if you’re free,” Elijah fished.
She told him she was alone and that would be fine. “Park behind the guest house,” Delia instructed.
She told him about the enclosed walkway he could use and not be seen. She would meet him inside the guesthouse.
“I can’t wait,” he lied again, hearing her giggle.
“Well hurry up then, sexy,” Delia replied as Elijah told her he was walking out now. Disconnecting he went to his closet and pushed back the false wall revealing the arsenal he kept inside. Taking two .380’s, .9mm, and a .25, he put them in his case and headed out to the Porsche. Now which of my sexy beauties will I think of today when I screw this arctic ironing board, he queried, chuckling at his thought and concentrating on the road.
*****
Montgomery loved Marqano’s. The classy Greek restaurant was one of his favorite places. He was meeting Ronnie Glazer today to work out the terms of their deal. Of the three contractors vying for the multimillion dollar deal, Ronnie was by far the front runner. Montgomery was pretty sure he could enlist Ronnie’s help in removing the unwanted residents.
“Hello Ronnie,” he greeted the man as he walked up to the table. “I apologize for being late,” Montgomery threw out amiably.
Ronnie assured him it wasn’t an issue, handing him a menu. “Thanks,” he replied opening it and beginning to peruse the offerings.
“Have you gentlemen decided or do you need a few moments more,” the server asked coming back to their table. Montgomery and Ronnie gave their order and she promised their food quickly, walking away and leaving them alone once more.
“I don’t believe in playing games Montgomery,” Ronnie told him frankly. “Clayton is not ready to move forward and I am,” he explained.
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