by Lucinda John
“You gon’ stand there or you gon put this dick in ya mouth? I got to go to work,” he said licking his lips.
Turning my phone off, I tossed it on the bed and got on my knees to suck his beautiful, caramel dick. That sexy motherfucker was ten inches long and thick enough to fill my whole mouth. I teased his dick with my tongue before taking him in. Using the back of my head, he fucked my mouth as if it was a pussy. I slipped my hand in my pussy and played with my clit until I felt my fingers drip with my cum and my mouth fill up with his nut.
“Turn the fuck over,” he demanded and grabbed a Magnum condom.
My kitty jumped when he smacked my clit with the tip of his dick. Shoving his pipe deep in my hole, I let out a loud moan. He pulled my hair as he fucked me from the back.
“You getting that shit wet for daddy, huh,” he groaned as he drilled me.
“Fuck this pussy daddy,” I begged and arched my back.
He fucked me long and hard until I was nutting for the third time as he finally released his seeds in the condom. He smacked my ass, then walked in my bathroom to clean himself off and flush the condom. Since his dreads were no longer in the rubber band that held them on the top of his head, he had to throw his head back to prevent them from getting in his face.
Staring at Geek, had my pussy wet all over again. He stood at 6 feet and weighed 210 lbs. He was on the cocky side, but it was all pure muscles. The glasses he wore made him look a sophisticated sexy, hence his nick name Geek. I was so in love with him and I was willing to do anything to get promoted from a pussy giver to his main bitch.
“Open the door,” Dustin said from the other side of the door.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” I said as I rolled my eyes.
“That’s your nigga right?” Geek asked with a smirk on his face.
“Yes… I mean technically, no.”
“Mm. Well, I’m about to go,” he said as he walked towards the door.
“Can you wait until I get rid of him first?” I asked.
“That’s your nigga not mine. I’m too grown to be hiding from any fucking body. Ma I’m out,” he said as he opened the door and walked out.
“Your bitch’s pussy gets wet,” Geek smirked before walking off.
If looks could kill, I would have been buried next to Karl. Dustin stormed in my room and slammed the door behind him. For a little lame, he was starting to turn me on by how aggressive he was acting.
“Who the fuck was that,” he asked getting in my face.
“My business, so mind your own.” I rolled my eyes as I walked to my bathroom.
Just as I was about to prepare myself for a shower, I felt myself being yanked from the back.
“You think you can try me like I’m some fuck nigga? I’m calling you trying to take your hoe ass out and you turned your phone off just to fuck the next nigga?!” Dustin spat as he yanked on my natural inches.
“Let my fucking hair go!” I screamed.
“No, you want to be a hoe, so I’mma treat your ass like one,” he said smacking me in the face.
“Stop!” I yelled as I feeling felt blood rush down my face.
“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled and kicked me in the back causing me to fall on the floor.
“Oh, my God, Dustin, baby I’m sorry.” I cried trying my best to cover my face.
However, my pleas fell on death ears as he continued to beat me as if I was a slave.
“You tell anybody about this and I am going to snap your fucking neck. Now wash yourself off and get in that fucking bed,” he yelled as he stormed out of the bathroom.
My hands shook as I removed the rest of my clothes and climbed in the shower. What the fuck did get myself into? I thought as I adjusted the water to my liking. My body ached as I tried to wash myself off. Pushing through the pain, I finished up my shower and took two Aleve. I dressed in a pair of silk Gucci pajamas and I climbed in bed. I searched for my phone, but it was gone. Just as I was about to drift off into a deep slumber, I felt my bed dip. Dustin’s Harmony Axe spray filled my nostrils causing me to feel sick to my stomach.
“The only way you’re leaving me is in a body bag,” he whispered in my ears before wrapping his arms around my waist.
Chapter 5
Geek
“Thomas, this formula that you came up with for this new drug is going to drive the fiends crazy,” my distributor said as I presented him with samples of a new and improved Molly that I whipped up in the lab.
I wasn’t a dope boy. I was the one that created the dope. I wasn’t cut out to slang dope. I was too smart for that shit. Instead, I made money by the boatload creating different shit. I had a team of crack heads that were willing to test out all my work before I presented it to my distributor.
At the age of twenty-seven, I had accomplished it all. I had a Doctorate in Pharmacy that I earned as cover up for the real reason I got that degree. My father was a dope boy that was now rotting behind bars because he was a dumb nigga. I took his misfortune as a learning experience and did the complete opposite with my brother Tommy by my side who worked as a pharmacy technician. Life was great.
After collecting my money from my distributor, I slipped my arms in my white coat and headed to work.
“How did everything go?” my brother Tommy inquired as he filled a bottle of Amoxicillin.
“That nigga was loving that shit,” I replied looking over the orders that were in the system.
“Tight work nigga, our shit gon’ be straight,” Tommy sang “We taking over one city at a time.”
Just as I was going to reply, the prettiest female I’d ever seen walked up to the counter. I could tell she was sick by the redness of her nose.
“Hello how may I help you?”
“I’m here to fill this prescription,” she said stated attempting to smile.
Karrueche; I thought as I grabbed the piece paper from her hand and began typing in her information in the computer.
“Do you have insurance?” I asked.
“No, I will be paying cash.”
“Ok, it’ll be about fifteen minutes.” I replied.
She took a seat in the waiting area and began scrolling through her phone. I passed the paper to my brother, but I never took my eyes off her. It was something about her beauty that had me in a trance. She had nice, smooth, tan skin as if she was mixed with something. My guess was Chinese. Her body was banging. She had enough ass and titties to supply a village of flat chested, no booty having bitches.
“Your prescription is ready.”
She walked to the counter and verified her information before paying me twenty-three dollars for her medicine. I wanted to talk to her, but for the first time a nigga was at a loss for words. She smiled again causing my heart to skip a beat.
“Bruh, why you ain’t get at that?” my brother asked as soon as she walked away.
“Man, I don’t know. I’m tripping.”
“What’s her information? I might get at her fine ass. That bitch looking like a thick version Chris Brown’s ex-girlfriend and shit.”
“Funny thing is her name is Karrueche.”
“Is her last name Tran?” he laughed.
“Nah. It’s Davis,” I replied.
“Love sick ass nigga.”
Just as I was about to check in the delivery, a small wallet on the counter caught my attention. Picking it up, I opened it and the first thing I saw was Karrueche’s license. I walked outside hoping I could catch up to her, but couldn’t find her. I decided to walk back inside the pharmacy, when I spotted her sitting at the bus stop. I jogged across the street and made my way over to her. I admired her as she balanced a textbook in her lap while bopping her head to the music she was listening to.
“You left this,” I said tapping her on the shoulder.
“Oh, my God! Thank you.” She smiled as she removed her headphones and smiled.
Before I could ask her for her phone number, the bus rolled up on us.
“Thank you again
for returning my wallet,” she said before getting on the bus.
“FUCK!” I yelled out as I watched her slip away for the second time.
A smile crept across my face when I realized that I had her phone number on file. I was far from a stalker, just a man who went after what he wanted. I walked over to the computer and pulled up her file. Pulling out the Paper Mate ink pen that was attached to my coat pocket, I and quickly jotted down all of her information on a piece of paper and slipped it in my pocket.
Chapter 6
Karrueche
“You didn’t have to come in today,” Mr. Michael said handing me a bottle of water.
“I’ve already missed a week of work. I’d rather be here than in the dungeon,” I joked.
“She still treating you bad?”
“Lately, she’s been easing up a bit, but it’s still ‘CheChe do this and CheChe do that’. My safe haven is when I’m at school or here.”
“Did you get any investigating done?” he asked.
“I’ve looked everywhere, but came up with nothing.” I sighed.
“Stay persistent and you will find out everything you need to know. What’s done in the dark has to come to the light sooner or later.”
“Do you mind if I write my paper for my English class while it’s slow?” I asked while pulling out my English book and laptop.
“Sure go ahead. I’m about to get these deliveries done. See you in a few,” Mr. Michael said before grabbing a pile of clean clothes and loading them in the back of his van.
I was finally done writing my paper and going over the final edits when the door chimed letting me know that someone entered the cleaners.
“Welcome to Pops Wash and Fold, how may I assist you?” I sweetly sung with my head still buried in my laptop
“I want to get these dry cleaned,” the deep, sexy baritone voice replied causing me to look up.
I stared back in the eyes of the sexy pharmacist that returned my wallet. When I first saw his handsome face, my panties began dripping wet. Now being face to face with him had me feeling the same way. It was something about his pretty face that screamed sweet but dangerous. He looked legit in his work wear, but now that he was dressed in a pair of navy blue Polo joggers and a white and navy blue Polo shirt had me thinking it was more to him than just working at CVS Pharmacy.
“How much will it cost to get this dry cleaned?” he asked sitting three dress shirts, two dress pants and his pharmacist coat on the wooden counter.
“It will be $53.69,” I smiled.
“You have a beautiful smile,” he replied pulling out a money clip that was stacked with $100 bills.
“Thank you.” I retrieved the one hundred dollar bill he handed to me and gave him his change.
“You can keep that as a tip,” he winked.
“Thank you,” I replied putting the money in the tip jar. “Your clothes will be ready tomorrow. Will you be picking up or would you like to set up delivery?”
“Are you the one that does the deliveries?” he asked licking his lips.
“No, Mr. Michael does.”
“Well in that case, I will be picking up.”
“Ok. Everything should be ready tomorrow afternoon at three. Here’s your receipt.”
“Thank you.” He placed the receipt in his pocket. “I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner,” he said causing me to blush.
“You want to take me out on a date?”
“Yes. I would love to.”
“I don’t even know anything about you,” I said, but what I really wanted to say was ‘hell yes.’
“Ok. My name is Thomas Alexis, but everyone calls me Geek. I’m twenty-seven years old. I work as a pharmacist at CVS pharmacy. I have twin daughters who currently rotate between living with me and my mother. I enjoy working out in my down time, walks on the beach, and all that other sweet shit,” he joked causing me to laugh.”
“Why do they call you Geek?” I asked.
“I was always at the top of my class in school, plus I’m really good with math and science,” he replied.
“Where are your twins’ mother?”
“She left when they were one to chase behind her dream of being an actress.”
“How old are they?”
“Four,” he replied and then showed me a picture of them.
“They are too cute!” I gushed as I stared at two of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen.
“Tell me about yourself.”
“Ok well, there isn’t much to tell. I’m Karrueche, but you probably already knew that. I’m seventeen; I work and go to school. That’s about it.”
“So, can I get that date?” he asked.
“My age doesn’t bother you?”
“The age of consent is sixteen. You’re fine with me. Does my age bother you?”
“No. I mean, I never dated anyone your age, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”
“What time do you get off of work tonight?”
“At six.”
“Ok. I will call to let you know what time to get ready.”
“How are you going to call me and I haven’t even given you my number?” I questioned him with a puzzled look on my face.
“I have my ways,” he winked. “See you tonight,” he said before walking out of the door.
I looked out the window and watched him get in his metallic grey 2016 F-Type Jaguar. I still wore a goofy smile on my face even after his car disappeared down the street. Although, Dustin left my heart bruised and uninterested in dating again, it was something about Geek that had me reconsidering.
It was close to the end of my shift, so I decided to perform all my duties so I could hurry home and prepare for my date. I was counting the money in the register and writing down the numbers in the book when Mr. Michael walked in whistling Charlie Wilson’s I Can’t Live Without you.
“Here you go baby girl,” he said handing me my pay.
Mr. Michael was old school so he stuck with paying me in cash.
“Thank you.” I smiled putting the money in my purse.
“C’mon and let me take you home.”
“I kind of wanted to go to the mall.”
“Well let’s go,” he smiled.
Working with Mr. Michael had brought us really close. I looked up to him as a father figure because he was so protective over me just like my father was.
“You know I have a 2010 Honda Accord just sitting in my garage. I think you can make great use out of it,” he said.
“I couldn’t take that from you. I will never be able to pay you back for it,” I replied.
“Nonsense. You come to work every day rain or shine, in sickness or in great health. You do a great job and the customers love you. You manage to keep good grades in school, despite the circumstances at home. To be honest, I thought you were going to be some spoiled brat, but to see how humble you are makes me want to help out where I can. Your father is the one that helped me with the funding of my business. He believed in black business owners and was always willing to do anything to help. Consider the car as a payback for all your father has done for me. Now the car is not all that fancy, but it’s a great car in new condition,” he said causing me to tear up.
“Thank you.” I smiled through the tears.
Having a car would be a blessing for me. I was grateful for public transportation; however having a car beats waiting for a bus any day. After locking up the shop, I followed Mr. Michael to his house where I met his lovely wife. He showed me the ins and outs of the car before signing it over to me. Since it was late, he allowed me to drive the car with his tag until I was able to go to the tag agency and switch it over to my name.
When I finally made it to the mall in my new ride, I had an hour left to shop before the stores would close. Although I had nine hundred dollars so far saved up in my account and eight hundred dollars in my purse, I still decided to shop on a budget. With having a car now added to my expenses. I really needed to start penny pinching. Instead
of walking in the Gucci store, I decided to go to Macy’s to find a nice designer dress at a low price.
Browsing the rack, I found a beautiful, tight fitting white B Darlin Ribbed Bodycon dress with gold trimmings. I also found a pair of white Steve Madden platform pumps with gold embellished details on the back. I even lucked up on a gold Steve Madden clutch to compliment my outfit. I paid two hundred dollars for the outfit, a little bit more than what I wanted to spend, but I shrugged it off because I wanted to look my absolute best for my date tonight.
As I was walking out the mall to my car, I received a phone call from an unknown number.
“Hello?” I answered as I popped the trunk.
“What’s up? This is Geek.”
“Hey what’s up?” I blushed.
“Nothing, just chilling. I got reservations for us at J. Alexander’s at ten, that’s not too late is it?”
“No, ten is perfect,” I said starting the car.
“You need me to pick you up?”
“No, I’ll meet you. Which one?”
“The one on Federal Highway.”
“Ok, see you then.”
“Don’t stand me up pretty lady,” he chuckled.
“I won’t,” I smiled.
“Bet, see you later.”
“Later,” I said before hanging up.
Instead of parking in my driveway, I decided to park along the side of the road of by my neighbor’s house. I was working on borrowed time so I had to rush and get ready. When I realized the house was empty, I breathed a sigh of relief. Jumping in the shower, I quickly showered using my Forever Red body wash. Once I was done, I allowed my body to air-dry while I styled my hair into a high bun with a side band. I applied light make up to my face and dressed my lips with nude MAC lipstick.
Moisturizing my skin with my Forever Red lotion, I pulled my white lace thong over my plump ass and decided to go bra-less. I sprayed my body down with body spray and slipped the dress over my head, doing a little wiggle dance to get it to go over my ass. Slipping my feet in my pumps, I placed a few personal items in my clutch, dabbed some perfume on my intimate spots, did a quick twirl in the mirror, and raced out of the front door before I could run into my evil stepmother.