Misconduct 2

by Nicety

  Her hands cupped her lovely big brown tits in her hands squeezing just enough to set her off and keep her body warm and toasty for me. They explored every inch of her yearning for me to jump in at any given time, patiently waiting for me to begin. My index finger and thumb found their way to her clit rubbing soothingly almost as if I was scratching a lottery ticket, fast yet gentle. Her body stiffened and her legs spread wider loving every second of my fiddling her love.

  I thirsted to suck her dry. I moved my head closer to her opening, revealing my long tongue extending it like an overworked dog. Placing the tip of it onto her clit, I was straddled with a dripping wet hot snatch fixing itself on my back. She massaged my shoulders and my neck egging me to taste her enemy’s pussy as well. It shone new light in my mind about her. Even though I had neglected her she was still willing to do whatever she needed to do to turn me around about her. She wanted me to change my mind and be with her regardless of my feelings for another woman.

  Anyone who was willing to ride like that with me deserved some extra special attention. My only problem was that I didn’t know how to give that to both women without one of them feeling betrayed, left out, or crushed. But, this was neither the time nor the place to figure it out. My tongue gratified her clit and as my mouth engulfed it she released a wail so sensual it sent chills up my spine. The chocolate beauty placed her voluptuous tits on my back and gently sucked my neck until I moaned deeply with a mouthful of flavorful delectable cunt. I drooled.

  KNOCK, KNOCK.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Jacobs?”

  “Yeah, yeah!” I awoke in a warm sweat with documents stuck to my left forearm, and a rock hard solid dick underneath my desk. “Dammit. Don’t you knock?”

  “I’m…sorry sir. I thought I just did.”

  “What? What do you need?”

  “Um, do you need me to get you a napkin for that drool on the side of your mouth Hun?” Barbara came walking in immediately observing the scene and pointing to my face.

  “What do you need, Barbara?” My expression was clearly displeased, while I wiped the spittle from the crevices of my mouth.

  “Well, I just thought I’d let you know that Ms. Ashley Baker called and she said she wasn’t going to be able to meet you for lunch today at the time you all discussed in an email. She said she would call you after she had her business meeting to set something up.” Her southern accent reigned heavy through her words.

  “Okay.” I stretched searching for my phone on the messy desk. “That’s fine. Is that all?”

  “Ah, well no. Uh, sir, permission to speak freely.”

  “Barbara, you don’t need my permission to speak.” Shaking my damn head before noticing the six missed calls and two text messages I had all from Ashley.

  It was odd because after the encounter we had last week, I thought she would be done with me by now. She seemed dreadfully mad when I told her that I would not fuck her. It was surprising when she texted me this morning talking about doing lunch but I speculated that Starla’s presence brought up new territory that she needed to conquer. I was not trying to hurt Ashley in any form or fashion, however, she came on so damn strong I did not know what else to do to get her off of me. She was indeed a relentless woman.

  “Well, your wife called earlier and—“

  “Yeah, and?”

  “And, she asked me about Ms. Ashley Baker. Now I didn’t want to tell her nothing but she asked me was she here a lot. I didn’t know if she was just asking to be asking or what but then she asked me to find out the firm where she worked and to give her the number.”

  “And, you did all this?”

  “Well, I know she’s just a mere secretary like myself and all but she’s also your wife sir and I didn’t want to upset her and then she goes to speak to your daddy to have me fired, Mr. Jacobs. I tell ya, I really need this here job, sir.”

  Apart of me wanted to feel bad for her, but she was making it damn difficult. She was standing there playing me for a fool, like I didn’t know she was the office information super highway. To keep from jumping down her throat, I simply closed my eyes, followed by a couple of deep breaths, before returning my line of vision back towards her. I interlocked my fingers and mentally counted to ten to blow off even more steam. Nope, that did not work at all.

  “Barbara, you won’t get fired this time. But, the next time I find out you are in the center of someone else’s business again your ass is out on the next thing smokin’. You got that?”

  “Yes, sir! I totally understand, sir.”

  “This is a place of business. I will not have you showboating it like it’s a gossip column.” I stood to adjust my pants forgetting that my boner had not subsided and quickly took my seat again as she smiled shamelessly. “Is there anything else, Barbara?”

  “No, sir,” she replied turning around to leave. “Well, maybe just one more and then I’m done. I promise.”

  “What is it?”

  “Well, it just seemed like to me that she was up to something…naughty. Your wife that is.”

  “What would make you say that?”

  “Hmm, after I gave her the number she just hung up on me. Like she was in some sort of a rush. I blew it off ’cause that was earlier but when Ms. Ashley Baker come calling talking about she wasn’t gonna make your scheduled lunch time, I just figured maybe you ought to know. Since Ms. Ashley Baker called so much and all.”

  Barbara exited the room post haste, with nothing more to say leaving me to my thoughts. Needless to say, I was puzzled as to why she felt the need to come in and tell me that until it hit me. The dream, the tension when they saw each other last week, and Barbara’s blabbermouth all came rushing to me at once. It all hit me like a brand new Mack truck.

  I was hesitant at first, but something told me to give Ashley’s phone a call to see if she would answer. It went straight to voicemail. Next I called Starla, which ended in the same result. I paused staring out the window at yet another stormy afternoon wondering what the hell could have been going on. More importantly, I questioned where the hell the two of them could be…together. That damn Starla was so sneaky.

  “Barbara,” I said as I pressed the intercom button on my desk phone. “Hold all my calls for the day. I’m leaving the office.”

  “Okay, sir. What would you like me to tell Ms. Ashley Baker if she was to call back?”

  “Ugh, she won’t call back here, Barbara. Don’t worry about that.”

  “And, your wife?”

  “Barbara, I’ve got everything under control. Okay?” I lied.

  “Sure, sir. No worries here,” she breathed.

  Chapter 15

  Starla

  “Starla. Funny running into you here.” Ashley fake smiled, as I walked up to her side of the table.

  “No, not funny. Coincidental maybe but not funny.” My lips did not even bother cracking a smile.

  “How’s everything on the home front? Peachy I presume.”

  “Not as peachy as it will be once you’re out of the picture,” I snarled as I took the seat across from her.

  The décor of this place made me swoon. They were immaculate with their white clothed quaint round tables, with a small priceless wooden artifact adorning the center. I could have killed for their crystal wine glasses and fine white china. But, nothing compared to the beautiful floor to ceiling mirrors adorning every other rectangle of the walls. They were strategically placed next to the wondrous bay windows, which now displayed a stormy afternoon. The embedded ceiling lights shined on the glass like diamonds. I was calm, feeling in my element even though I was staring into the eyes of the devil herself.

  “What exactly is that supposed to mean, Starla?”

  “Hmm. Maybe you should order a glass of refreshing ice cold water, Ashley.” I smirked. “I mean, you’ve gotta be mighty thirsty to be checkin’ for somebody else’s man don’t you think?”

  “Excuse me? What did you just say to me?” Ashley pretended to be shocked by my words.

>   “You heard me, right. I know what you’re trying to do and I’m just here to let you know that it’s not going to go down like that doll face. So you can take your pretty little weave and your chestnut colored contacts, back to the Altgeld Gardens where you came from. Alright?”

  “Really, Starla? Is that how you want to play it? Childish much?”

  “No that’s not childish baby. That’s keeping it real.”

  “Huh? Real, eh. Well let me keep it a bit real for you then, sugar. First of all, I come from money both my mom and my dad are lawyers and so were my grandparents. All top dollars paid. This hair is never fake boo. It’s all mine. Jealous much? Oh, and these eyes, all mine boo. Good genes run in this family. But, you wouldn’t know anything about that now would you?” She made a circular motion around her belly as if to indicate to me that she knew about my deceased daughter.

  I could have ripped her fucking eyes out right there on the damn floor. I could have stepped on the motherfuckas and pushed her high-class ass on out the neighboring window. Nothing would excite me more than to have pretended to have suffered temporary insanity, in order to get off Scott-free with the murder. Instead, I swallowed my anger. I channeled it towards the fact that wherever she came from, whoever she claimed to be, she would never get my man and that was a definite.

  “Whatever, Ashley. I don’t care about any of that you’re talking. All I care about is you leaving my family alone okay. Stay the hell away from my family.”

  “What family? It’s just you and Chino to my understanding but trust and believe that when daddy is ready for a real family, momma’s gonna ride him properly until he gets that boy that he so desperately needs to carry on his legacy.” She snarled her teeth at me leaning over the table a bit.

  “How are you gonna ride anything with no kneecaps?”

  “Is that a threat, Starla? Don’t make this easier than I thought it was going to be now.”

  “No, honey. It’s not a threat. It’s a promise. Stay away from my damn man. I don’t want to have to say this again.”

  “Or, what? What are you gonna do? Run home to your cheating playboys and cry on their shoulder because you can’t cut it as a real woman at home with a good man? See I read people like you for a living and you’ve got another thing coming if you think you are about to scare me up out of a man’s life that I’ve been in for way longer than you. So what you need to do is escort yourself on out of that door and save yourself the embarrassment and maybe, just maybe when Chino divorces you, I’ll make sure you get a nice severance package.”

  “I saw you planning this in your head just now. The whole eye squinting and teeth growling…you almost had me there. Cute. Hilarious, even. But, see what you failed to realize was that I don’t scare easily.”

  “Yeah, ’cause you do a whole lot of other thing’s easily so you don’t have time for that, right?” She chuckled. “Eh, no one’s trying to scare you sugar. I’m just trying to get you to leave before my business meeting shows up. You’re wasting my time and your breath. Meanwhile, you should really save yourself from getting thrown out of such a beautiful place. Don’t you think?”

  “Ha. You’re dumber than I thought you’d be too.”

  “What? Okay first of all there’s no need for all the name calling and—“

  “I’m the one who brought you here, Ashley. I set this whole meeting up. Didn’t you know? Not bad for a round the way secretary orphan, huh? Yeah, now who’s embarrassed?”

  “Starla—“

  “Just leave my husband alone. He’s mine and will never be yours. Get over it and move on. I’m trying to be nice and I’m coming to you as a woman. Stay in your lane, boo. That’s all I want you to do.” I smirked, feeling as though I had the upper hand.

  “Starla, even if I wanted to leave Chino alone I couldn’t.” She shook her head staring out at the scenery.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Because that’s not up for me to decide. It’s Chino’s decision. I’m not bribing him or twisting his arm. And, hmm, when he tasted my pretty little kitty cat that night…I must say it was like I was sitting on top of the world and not his face.”

  “That didn’t happen.” My heart pumped fuel rather than blood.

  “Didn’t it though?” The smirk on her face made me want to smack it off.

  “You’re a lying whore succubus who only wants him so you can sink your teeth in him and drain him dry before you move on. You don’t even love him.”

  “So. Love will come. I know that I like him, I want him, and he will be mine and not you or anyone else can stop that. I’m a woman who knows what she wants, sweetie, and I want your man.”

  “You little bitch!” My snarl was serious but my voice was low so as not to disturb the other patrons and draw attention to the table.

  “There you go with the name calling again. Tsk, tsk. Big girls are too grown for that mess. You’re just mad because you lost a good man and now you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get him back. Face it Starla. You’re losing. You’ve lost.” Ashley grabbed and opened her menu pretending to search through it. “Besides, we both know I’m the better woman and can be the better wife for him anyway or else you wouldn’t have staged such an elaborate confrontation. Bitch? Yeah, I’m a bad bitch. So thank you.”

  I felt out of control. She was pushing every button I had sending me into overdrive. It was all that I could do not to grab that thin ass hair of hers and pull it out in patches before tossing it around the room. Ashley not only annoyed the shit out of me but she also got under my skin like a parasite searching for a good spot to latch on to its host. I did not know how she was doing it. It wrecked my brain heavily and all I could think about was the picture she implanted in my brain of Chino’s face in between her fat dirty legs. Who did this bitch think she was?

  I stood up from the table ready to be done with her and this entire intervention. “Do you know why I called you a bitch, Ashley?”

  “Nope and quite frankly—“

  “It’s because bitches are loyal to one thing. Themselves. Chino would never marry someone like you. Wanna know how I know?” I took three crisp one hundred dollar bills from my clutch and dropped them in front of her as she gawked at me heated that I pulled her card.

  “Hmm.”

  “Because he hasn’t stuck his daddy dick in you yet,” I whispered leaning down by her ear. “You have a great lunch.”

  It felt good, damn good, but I knew it was far from over. Ashley knew I had slipped up and put my good thing on the line so it being in jeopardy was not a secret. But, she neglected to realize that I was not ready to go anywhere. We were very much alike, she and I. I was not ready to give up without a fight and she was not one to back down from one. What was already known need not be said. Bring it on bitch. I was ready for her ass and the game was on. I headed out the door and into the elevator as it dinged open without me even touching the button.

  Ashley was dealt with and now it was time to go and deal with this man. He thought he was about to have his cake and eat it too and that was not about to happen. When I fucked around on him at least I had the common courtesy not to fuck him at the same damn time. But, now that he knew that I wanted him back he needed to make a decision and he had better make the right choice. I did not like coming second to another bitch and I was his wife. Regardless as to how badly I fucked up, I should not have to. I exited the elevator on the third floor about to take the slow walk back down the lengthy hallway to the parking garage.

  Fack.

  “You thought I was gonna let you go and disrespect me like that, huh bitch?” Ashley landed a punch dead in my chin.

  She lunged off of the adjacent elevator just in the nick of time too. Not even ten steps away from the elevator that I had exited, she socked me right in the jaw. I thought I might have mistakenly run into a fucking wall or something. But, when I saw her hideously straightened hair I knew it was that bitch. I tossed my clutch on the floor and squared up ready to give this b
itch what she was asking for, an overdue ass whooping. She rolled up in my face, standing toe to toe with me. I shoved her back and she kept coming forward, bumping me with her shoulders for intimidation.

  “Come on heffa. What you can’t hit me while I’m looking?” I swung yet missed since her lucky ass ducked out of the way.

  She was already out of breath. “Fuck you, slut. You’re not worth the blood spewing from your lip.”

  FACK! Got her ass in the nose.

  “Fight then bitch! You don’t just hit someone and give up thinking it’s gonna be all good. Naw, you wanted a fight, so you’re gonna get one. Come on. What? Is your cheap knock off bodycon dress too tight?”

  “Go to hell, Starla. Stay mad because Chino is mine, bitch. You’ll never have him again.”

  “You must’ve didn’t understand the first blow to your face, so here let me give you another one.” I swung but she ducked, saving her ass again. The bitch was quick but also quick to give up the fight.

  “I don’t have time for this. But, trust and believe, this shit ain’t over, ho.” Ashley turned, headed back to her elevator.

  I reached, pulling her by her thin strands of hair, punching her in the face repeatedly. This bitch was going down. She thought she had a sweet one, running out of an opened door to jump me alone. Was she serious? She underestimated whom the fuck I was. My fist met her forehead so many times that she screamed for me to stop. Her hands gripped her hair, trying to peel my fingers from its grip. She wasn’t trying to fight back anymore. Her expensive mascara was running and her shoes had flown off. Her dress was raised and her hoop earrings popped off, as she called for anyone to help. After my blood thirst was quenched, I released her stepping back to view my prize.

  “This shit ain’t over bitch,” she chanted, collecting her belongings.