Black Female

by Kim J. West

  I paused waiting with bated breath, my car keys already located.

  Eventually, she sighed audibly.

  “Okay, I’ll see you at noon,” she conceded.

  I was relieved, but would not be satisfied until she was with me on the plane headed south away from everybody and all their crap.

  “Okay, good.” I said gently.

  “Goodnight Jonathan.”

  “Goodnight baby.”

  I ended the call and immediately sent a text to Janice, recalling I had some contract renewals to take care of before my trip.

  “I need to sign those contracts first thing in the morning. Have them ready by 8.20am.”

  I sent another text to Baker.

  “See me in my office at 8.30am.”

  I went upstairs to my suite, place my phone on the charger and hopped into a quick shower. My mind was on my parents and my mother’s awaited results. The doctors were almost certain it was benign, but results from the scans would only be available the following week. It was a long wait and I’d be away with Lena in the Bahamas for the next couple of days, then I’d visit my mother on Sunday. My father was right; there was nothing we could do anyway until the results came back. As far as I was concerned, we’d do everything possible to ensure my mother got the best care available.

  Next morning began with a quick weights work out, before I headed to the office earlier than usual. I instructed Jackson to collect the Visa card from Khan and bring it to my office. I had a myriad of tasks to complete before my flight to the Bahamas later. I knew my father wouldn’t come to the office after last night’s revelation, but I’d ensure I got a call in to him.

  I’d bought a coffee at Starbucks on the way to the office and was already replying emails and sending instructions on my laptop when Janice arrived in her impossibly high heels and her usual wide smile. I’d last seen her when she showed up at my apartment uninvited.

  “Morning,” she chirped, cheerily.

  “Morning,” I replied, with a deliberately clipped tone. “The contracts?”

  “I… I wanted to offer you coffee first,” she said nervously.

  “I’m good. Just get the contracts now please.”

  She scuttled off and returned a few minutes later, headed to my desk.

  “No. Set them up on my coffee table,” I said, indicating the sitting area of my office.

  She went off to lay out the eight contracts that needed initialing and signing, while I finished off a few emails.

  “They are ready,” , looking at me for further guidance.

  “I’m expecting Baker in a few minutes,” I said, heading to my sitting area. “See to it that he comes into my office immediately.

  She looked wide-eyed as she nodded and quietly left my office.

  As I began initialing and signing the documents, Baker entered my office after a brief knock. I glanced up briefly and carried on with my task.

  “Hello Jonathan, how was New York?”

  “Great. Fetch Janice,” I ordered without looking up.

  Both of them returned to my office, headed for my couch.

  “Remain standing,” I ordered, still focused on my signing task. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them glance at each other, then straighten themselves as they stood side by side nervously.

  “You two are fucking,” I began, noting Janice’s hand rising quickly to cover her mouth in shock.

  “I’ve been aware of this for months but decided it wasn’t my problem as long as it didn’t affect me,” I continued, taking up the third contract and signing through it.

  “But now, we seem to have a problem, because your pillow talk is now interfering with my personal life. I have a very upset girlfriend because of the gossip you two are sharing during your trysts.”

  There was deathly silence with only the faint sounds of Downtown early morning traffic far below in the streets. I glanced up briefly and saw Janice still with her hand over her mouth, while Baker’s reddened face was grim. He was an occasional visitor to my parents’ home together with his wife and kids; this revelation would be a huge embarrassment for him. But it wasn’t my job to police grown adults; I had enough shit of my own to deal with. I turned back to the document I was signing.

  “Any input?” I asked.

  They both looked at each other then Janice sputtered as she tried to answer, with Baker sullen beside her, looking at his shoes.

  “It’s not like… I mean… I … well it was going to end but…”

  I held up my hand for her to be silent.

  “Baker, don’t ever interfere in my private life ever again. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, sir,” he replied quickly.

  “Good. Dismissed.”

  Shamefaced, he scuttled out of my office quickly. Janice looked after him, then turned her fearful gaze back to me.

  “Mr. Carter,” she began taking a step forwards toward me, her hands clasped together in a pleading gesture, “It didn’t happen the way you think, he came on to me and I was intending to ask for your help in getting away from him…”

  “…Janice,” I snapped, interrupting her. “I don’t want all your sordid details.” I had reliable information of how aggressively she’d pursued him and had been shown a clip from the security footage in the elevator where she’d pulled him by the tie and kissed him aggressively, then walked out laughing while he struggled to compose himself.

  “If you have safety concerns about your relationship with Baker, report the matter to HR who will assist you with getting a police report done. But then again be sure you are being honest.”

  She looked at me, then caved suddenly. “No, I… I’m sorry,” she said. “We … it was consensual.”

  “Janice,” I said leaning back in my seat. “If you ever break my confidence again you’re fired. As my PA, you have access to my private life so if you can’t handle that responsibility, I have countless other applicants who can. I don’t keep you here because of your uncle’s contract. I keep you here because I was satisfied with your work; until now.”

  “I apologize, I’m so sorry.” She was clearly mortified.

  “That was your final warning.”

  She nodded.

  “Go back to work.”

  ***

  Shortly after I’d finished signing the contracts, Jackson entered my office, bringing with him the Visa card in Lena’s name, linked to my entertainment account. I wrote a quick note which read:

  “This is a birthday gift. Spend as much as you want on whatever you want. The card is unlimited so don’t think about it. Have fun. No fights about this.”

  I placed the note and card in a sealed envelope and instructed Jackson to deliver it immediately, as well as a box of Tulips from a florist in Midtown. I rarely sent flowers to any women I dated, but I needed to soften the impersonal delivery of the spending card; I knew my girl. I hoped she’d soon learn and accept that having a wealthy boyfriend meant that money and spending was an integral part of our relationship. I didn’t want her to be forced to ask me when she wanted to spend. The card removed that awkwardness instantly and she’d be able to shop to her heart’s content while we just enjoyed our relationship, without how much she needed becoming a daily topic of discussion. That’s how I liked it.

  I powered through all the tasks I had to get through that morning, including putting in a call to my father to chat as well as to my mother. I was relieved to hear my mother was her usual chirpy self and was getting ready to go to a spa for the afternoon, while my dad sounded a little damp but was trying to match my mother’s positiveness.

  After that call, I headed to the front lobby at street level where the Mercedes dealership had sent a chauffeur to pick me up to take me to the showroom. The middle-aged agent was literally panting with excitement when he showed me the Mercedes GLE coupe I’d selected for Lena. I briefly examined it and satisfied the specifications I had requested had been included, I handed them my AmEx card. I left instructions for them to arrange delive
ry with Jackson to the penthouse by close of business. I knew by that time, Lena and I would be relaxing blissfully by the pool in the Bahamas, possibly making love while she wore as little as possible.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  An hour later, I nervously knocked on Lena’s door, dressed in my white shirt, dark jeans and beige sports jacket. She took a long time to answer and I felt mild panic setting in that she might not be at home at all. I was about to call her, when I heard the lock turning and the door opened, giving me a full view of my gorgeous girlfriend. I shamelessly gawked, drinking in the sight of her dressed in a casual, mini halter neck dress. Dressed all in white, she might just have been an angel, sent to answer all my prayers. She was wearing brown leather sandals on her feet, a matching purse in her hand and had a small suitcase beside her.

  Knowing she was packed and ready to go away with me had relief coursing through my veins and I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms, kissing her possessively. My kisses might have been more intense than I thought because Lena pulled away panting, giggling nervously.

  “I think we should go, we might miss our flight,” she giggled nervously.

  “No chance of that happening,” I whispered back against her lips, knowing my private jet was at our disposal; night or day. “But yes, let’s go before we cancel this trip all together.”

  Jackson drove us to DeKalb Peachtree Airport where my Gulfstream jet was already prepped and ready to fly. I’d only seen the interior refurbishment for the first time just before my flight to New York a few days ago and I was very happy with the final result. I couldn’t resist purchasing it at a ridiculous price from an old friend and rival of mine, Chad Bowman. He needed urgent liquidity and was selling off assets for quick cash to cover a position. I’d driven him hard, taking advantage of his desperation and walked away with it at an unbelievable steal of $40 million. While he wasn’t as rich as me at a measly $1 billion net worth, he often tried hard to cut me off at the pass in every deal he could, while I simply brushed him off and laughed at his lame attempts to compete me.

  After clearing security at the main gates, Jackson headed towards my plane, parked not far from the hangar we rented to store both my new acquisition and our regular corporate jet. I opened the car door for Lena and after we’d greeted the pilots, I quickly ushered her up the short steps of the plane while Jackson took care of our luggage. The breeze blew her dress up, giving me the perfect shot of her curvy round ass and her white lacy thong. My day was getting better and better.

  “Nice view,” I quipped my eyes hidden behind my Prada sunglasses, knowing I’d soon have her completely naked as soon as we were in the air.

  Jason, my long time flight attendant was at the top of the stairs, ready to usher us into the spacious cabin.

  “Good afternoon Mr. Carter, Miss. Williams,” he said politely. Lena looked at me slightly puzzled but I took note that Janice had clearly briefed him and that pleased me.

  Since acquiring the plane, I had the interior stripped bare and completely renovated in top of the line aircraft interiors, with leather camel tone seats on the left side of the plane and a long couch along the opposite side, providing seating for twelve passengers. I’d had the Strauss Carter logo embroidered into the seats and there was an entertainment console at each seat while the couch shared a large television screen.

  I’d spend millions on the refurbishment, particularly the inclusion of a bedroom on board unlike the corporate jet we used for most business trips. Lena was quiet as I led her to her seat. I got distracted while I made a last minute call to my CFO Pike about the following week’s work schedule and the figures I needed before interviewing in New York upon my return.

  Airport officials familiar with our VIP clearance boarded the plane to stamp our passports while Jason served Lena champagne and brought me my usual pre-flight drink of Hennessy. Once my calls were finished, I watched Lena carefully, stroking my chin while imagining myself slipping that pretty white dress off her body and making love to her. She smiled back, clearly noticing I was up to something.

  Our plane taxied to the run way for take-off. As soon as the pilot had confirmed we were free to remove our seatbelts, I unbuckled mine and immediately removed Lena’s; taking her by the hand and leading her to my bedroom cabin at the back of the plane. I let her enter, while I secured the door behind me, ensuring our privacy. Lena was looking around the room in obvious admiration for the tastefully decorated beige and chocolate covers on the bed, with a double couch and dresser against the wall. The bathroom was at the very end of the room. We’d already been flying for fifteen minutes and I didn’t want to waste any more time, now that we had around two hours left before prepping for landing.

  "Fancy joining the mile high club?" I said, removing my shades and beginning to strip off my clothes.

  “Yes would love to,” she replied coyly, licking her bottom lip. She got me every time she did that.

  Then without warning she added, “Are you already a member?”

  Shit… why would she ask me that? Of course I was, several times over; but giving her either the truth or a lie didn’t seem right. Besides, it wasn’t this plane and it was meaningless all the other times I’d had sex with any woman. It was real with Lena and I was in love with her. With my heart beating fast, I chose to act like I hadn’t heard the question and calmly continued removing my shoes and unbuckling my jeans.

  I could tell she was not pleased with my response and quickly pulled her into my arms, kissing her and coaxing her reluctant lips with seductive nibbles until she gave in to me. Soon, she was responding with fervor, her mile-high membership query hopefully forgotten.

  She’d reached behind her neck, fumbling with the straps that secured her dress when I gripped her arm to stop her.

  “I’ll undress you,” I ordered, intending to unwrap her like a precious gift. I quickly stripped off my jeans and shorts, standing naked and ready to make love to my gorgeous girlfriend. I watched her eyes sweep lustfully over my naked body; she liked what she saw. The fact that I worked hard to keep my physique in shape, seemed worth it in that moment, watching her appreciate and admire me like that. I closed the gap between us and kissed her, pulling her into my arms. I untied the straps of her dress, tracing kisses all down her shoulder, towards her upper arm.

  “So beautiful, so sexy. This chocolate skin makes me insane,” I whispered against her skin as my fingers slid her dress down over her full breasts.

  Her dress pooled at her feet and I helped her step out of her sandals. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled her closer to stand between my knees. Reaching behind her, I unlatched her bra; freeing her breasts which spilled out dangerously close to my lips. I watched her nipples unfurl becoming taut and erect and I couldn’t resist a gasp of anticipation as I stroked them, brushing my thumbs over her nipples.

  I slid up the bed and lay back admiring her gorgeous curves and attractive feminine body, wearing just her pretty lacy thong. Lena’s body was every grown man’s wet dream. Before her, I thought I knew what I wanted in a woman; tall and slender with large silicone implants, lip fillers and long blonde hair extensions; the perfect arm candy for other people to see and admire. But after my first time with Lena, I knew my juvenile desires were over. I’d had it all and seen it all. I was ready to enjoy the true pleasure of a real woman like her and I wanted it forever. I looked at her watching me shyly, waiting for my next move.

  “Touch yourself, Lena,” I commanded huskily. “I want to see you touch your breasts. Do it for me, baby.”

  She looked shocked for a split second before she stifled a shy giggle, her reaction hardening my cock instantly. She obeyed my command, circling the tips of her fingers around her nipples, while biting her lower lip.

  I was feeling kinky.

  “What do you call me, Lena?” I asked her. “Sometimes when we fuck? I want to hear it now.”

  She thought for a moment then smiled; she knew what I meant.

  “Daddy,” sh
e replied shyly.

  “Yes, I love that,” I whispered, stroking my cock firmly.

  Her shy response told me she never expected me to bring that up.

  “Turn around, Lena,” I commanded. “Show your daddy that delicious ass.”

  She turned around, showing me her gorgeous, curvy ass, hips swiveling seductively. She glanced back at me with those clear, soulful eyes and instantly I just knew; I could never let this woman leave me. I still had tons of shit to sort out but I knew I would win her over; make her fall in love with me as I was with her. I felt like I’d won a prize in a contest I hadn’t entered. I had to admit it.

  “I'm one lucky bastard," I said more to myself than to her, leaning back on the bed, stroking my painfully erect cock in long strokes; enjoying the sight of my girlfriend showing me her body. She turned around and crawled over me on the bed, straddling me with her sex resting along the length of my cock. I could feel the slick moisture from her sex and knew I’d soon be sliding my rock, hard dick between those lips.

  I kissed her passionately while she rocked and twisted her hips rhythmically, rubbing her sex along my shaft. Her sexual maneuvers were painfully arousing.

  "Fuck. You are driving me crazy Lena." I pulled her lacy thong to the side, running my thumb between her moist lips; I needed a taste of this. I watched her reaction as I brought the wet thumb to my tongue, licking first then sucking on the moisture coating the pad of my thumb. I noticed her running her tongue along her bottom lip like she did when she was turned on. I ran my thumb over her swollen clit again and this time brought it to her lips.

  “Taste this,” I offered, huskily. “See how good you taste?”

  I watched as she erotically licked and sucked my thumb, tasting her juices with so much enthusiasm and pleasure.