Between Sisters

by The Queen

  So, I just asked, “Who? Are they waiting to see you?”

  “No. She’s here for the OB/GYN doctor.”

  “Who?!” I asked again.

  “Your sister,” he answered.

  My sister? I thought. Charise or Sandy would need the obstetrician, but Elaine, Shawnee, or Kelly could need the gynecologist. But why here in Houston?

  “Which sister is it, Todd?” I asked when I couldn’t process the thought.

  “Charise. Charise is here with some guy. Possibly the father of the baby, but I don’t know for sure,” he said, sounding desperate. “What am I supposed to do if she sees me?”

  “Uh, uh…I…Uhm,” were the only words that could make it from my mouth.

  “You know once she sees me, she’ll know you’re here in Houston,” he warned.

  “I….I…I don’t know,” I finally said. “Why is Charise in Houston? She couldn’t have possibly known that I’m here.”

  “Harmony, do you want me to stay out of sight or not?” Todd pled for an answer.

  “Yeah. Yes! Oh my Lord! What is she doing here? There? This can’t be happening. She has the worse drama. How could she end up at your medical center of all the places in the world?” I asked.

  “I don’t know, baby. This is wild. I’ll just try to stay out of sight. Hopefully, she doesn’t go in or come out when I’m coming out from a patient,” he said. “I’ll talk to one of the secretaries. Maybe I can get some information as to how she ended up here. She didn’t know my last name or what kind of work I do, right?”

  “Not unless you told any of them when we were moving,” I answered, now trying to rearrange every paper on my already neat desk. My nerves were instantly shot. My delightful new office suddenly looked in disarray.

  “Okay, then this must be one of those wild coincidences,” he stated calmly.

  “Too wild for my mind to imagine,” I responded. “Okay, hun, let me know what you come up with. And please stay out of sight.”

  “Will do my best, sweetness,” he said before hanging up.

  The two hours that passed by before Todd called back seemed like an eternity. It was hard to focus on my own patients’ issues. Mine were greater. Charise was in Houston! What issue could be worse than that?

  “So what did you find out?” I asked when he called.

  “I take it you didn’t know your sister and her play husband moved to Houston two weeks ago? They live in the apartments not too far from the center. Supposedly, things were hectic back in D.C., and they wanted to make a fresh start with the baby in a new town far away from their stress,” Todd said, while I was too speechless to say a word. “She’s due the end of next month. That means she’ll be coming more frequently. That also means the chances of her seeing me are greater.”

  I was at a total loss for words. How could this happen? Why Houston of all places? How do I turn my back on my baby sister of all people and still keep Todd’s respect for me?

  “Honey, are you still there?” he asked when he heard nothing but silence from my end.

  “Yes, I’m still here. Just in shock. What am I supposed to do, Todd? You can’t stay hidden forever. And she’s here all alone with that whoremonger husband of my other sister,” I stated on the brink of tears.

  I really wanted to hurt Lewis for what he had done to my family. My emotions were mixed with every flavor. I needed someone to give me the answers to my life like I give to others.

  “I don’t have an answer right now, but how about a night out this evening and then we can put our heads together?” Todd tried to ease my anxieties. “You know I’m all for family, but I don’t like any situation that is upsetting to you.”

  “It’ll be my luck that we end up someplace they will be tonight, also,” I pouted.

  He laughed. “Well, we’ll go somewhere too expensive for them to afford to show up. That should fix that.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. Todd is so wonderful and thoughtful. Most guys would have said, “Then we’ll stay home.” With him, I feel like I can get through anything.

  30

  Charise

  Today was my first doctor’s appointment in my new hometown, Houston. It was so romantic how Lewis came and whisked me away from all the troubles back home. He was gone for several weeks, and at one point, I thought he wasn’t coming back, although he called regularly to check on me. However, he was here getting set up for me and the baby. He got us a nice two-bedroom apartment and made the other room a nursery for the baby. He furnished most of the big items and said he wants me to put the finishing touches on our home, just the way I’d like it to be.

  I couldn’t leave D.C. before Sandy found her way to my job to let everyone know that my baby was the baby of her husband and sibling to her own baby. I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t return to work. Sandy has no shame, so she had no problem making a fool of herself, but she had to take me down with her. I guess I have the last laugh, because I have Lewis. I have my baby’s father. I have a nice new home, and she has nothing. And since I’m no longer working, we have an incredible sex life around Lewis’ work hours. Thanks, Sandy!

  Lewis told me that Sandy said she will never grant him a divorce, and if he wants a divorce, he will pay dearly. She said after her baby is born, she will bleed his pockets for child support. I guess she forgot she’s carrying another man’s baby.

  I love our new apartment complex. It’s beautiful, nothing like D.C. However, the walls are paper thin. I met one of our neighbors yesterday, who informed me they can hear all of our sexual activities. When I told Lewis, he said he didn’t care and that they could listen all they wanted to.

  The neighbor I met is named Nicole. She is bi-racial and twenty-eight years old. I didn’t meet her roommate Angelina, but I did see her through my window when she was going out the other day. She appeared Hispanic and was very attractive, as is Nicole. They both work and go to school, so they are not home much. I haven’t met anyone else, just the polite “hello” in passing. I guess time will tell what Houston has to offer my new family.

  31

  Elaine

  Things have been so hectic trying to get everything ready for my New York grand opening. Thanks to one of my “special dates,” I lucked up on an excellent midtown location not far from Central Park, right in the heart of where the money is. My boutique has two floors and is very spacious. I’ve decided to use the second floor for VIP showings and my office.

  I hired a publicist to help create a buzz. As a result, we have this grandiose grand-opening party with a celebrity-filled guest list of twelve hundred people. I have major fashion designers coming for my grand opening and plenty of cameras to capture it all. We’re even rolling out a red carpet for the occasion.

  The party is tomorrow night, and I have a million and one things to do to prepare. I have a bunch of shoe and accessory shipments coming in that I need for display during the party. I also brought Kelly in on the action. I figured she could use this event for her portfolio. I couldn’t leave anything to chance, so I hired a more renowned planner to shadow Kelly on the down low. My reputation is on the line, and this is a highly publicized event. Nothing but high-quality footwear and accessories will pass through these doors.

  I found a really nice place on Roosevelt Island to call home. It has a view of Queens and Manhattan that is to die for. At night, the Queens Bridge is lit up like a sparkling diamond necklace, and Manhattan looks like a scene from the movie The Wiz when they were dancing in Emerald City. I can even see into Brooklyn. I spend so much time on my balcony getting lost in my thoughts while absorbing the wondrous views. It makes me think I have arrived somewhere. I’ve definitely come far away from that silly kid in high school who opened her legs for any of those boys trying to experiment on real pussy. Now I have graduated to owning two high-end boutiques, real estate, a stock portfolio, and two vehicles. I’m a long damn way from the hood, and the part of D.C. I started in was just that––the hood. But, look at me now, all you hating-ass bi
tches. You called me a whore, but I’m the good whore that your man pays to fuck, and more than likely, it’s your money he’s using to pay me. Enough to pay for this wonderful view along with the one I have from my D.C. condo.

  My Roosevelt Island condo is convenient to the city. It’s also much better for parking my truck than in Manhattan. I could just hop over to the city by train or tram, and go from there. One of my “special men” got a corporate apartment in the city near my boutique for me. I use it to store Kelly for the time being while she’s here working on this grand opening. When Kelly is not around, it’s a meeting place for me and him. No one comes to my home on Roosevelt Island. You never play where you sleep.

  My D.C. men who really miss me find their way to New York to see me. Right now, I don’t have time to make for them when I do breeze through D.C. So, now, I have added a couple more very generous New York men to my roster.

  I must say, I have some very generous tricks that helped make all of this possible, with the inclusion of Robert’s forty thousand dollars a pop. Since our rendezvous in Philly, I’ve hooked up with him four more times, and I upped the price. That’s because he started wanting more. I never had a clue his pockets were so deep, but now I know.

  If Shawnee would have known before about his fat bank account, I bet she would’ve pulled out all the stops to hold onto her husband and not have him in the streets chasing pussy. Shawnee likes to consider herself a freak just because she likes to have sex. No, freaky is some of the shit I have to do to keep my freaky-ass tricks happy. Sometimes it feels good to the coochie, and other times it doesn’t. Even more so, you can’t be judgmental or make them feel like something is wrong with their desires or fantasies.

  Hell, I didn’t set out to take Robert from Shawnee. Their marriage was long broken before I was with him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come sniffing out my pussy at any price. I’m just a businesswoman trying to get paid. Fuck all of that other bullshit. And if I can get my pussy serviced properly during the process, then that’s an all-around win for me. Robert services the pussy properly, so how Shawnee could let his ass slip through her fingers will always be a mystery to me. Guess she just wasn’t freaky enough for the man.

  After the last time with Robert, I figured out why Shawnee couldn’t keep him satisfied. He is into some freaky shit that he’d be ashamed for someone to know about. I guess he feels more comfortable with me as a prostitute, to know his secrets are just as safe as mine. It was one thing when he wanted me to piss all over him, but he took the cake when he asked me to shit on him. I couldn’t get with that program. Instead, he inserted his fingers into my ass so he could smell and taste his fingers. Thankfully, I had nipped that whole kissing me in the mouth thing after the first occasion.

  He also gets off on role playing. One moment, he’s the bad boy who needs to be spanked, and another moment, I’m the bad girl who needs to be spanked with his “big” dick. I’m like, “If you say so!” He also likes to do the “stranger” role playing. We’re supposed to be two strangers who just met and can’t keep our hands off of one another. Robert would have me strap up and fuck him in the ass. It didn’t stop him from enjoying my tits and my pussy. He just wants to be able to experience the same “wonderful sensation” that I enjoy when taking it in the ass. I’d be surprised to see what he comes up with next.

  When we do meet, I still have him meeting me in Philly. I don’t want him to know I’m in New York. He’d be a thorn in my side that I couldn’t get rid of. As long as he keeps having forty thousand to give, I’m going to keep on taking it.

  32

  Shawnee

  “Shawnee? Mr. Neely asked if you had a moment to come speak with him,” my secretary popped her head into my office to ask.

  “Tell him to give me two minutes, and I’ll be right there,” I responded, wanting to freshen up first.

  “Come in, Shawnee, and have a seat,” Mr. Neely said when I arrived at his office.

  Mr. Neely is the company’s CEO and founder. He rarely spends any time in the D.C. office. It’s typically a big deal to get called into his office, but when I get the call, I always know he wants to see a little cleavage and a lot of legs. So, I give him his unspoken request. I think his old ass has a thing for young black women, or it could be just me who gets his 61-year-old ass all excited.

  I hear the office gossip about me setting women back a hundred years, but who gives a shit what they think. That’s why I’m Senior Vice President of Advertising, which makes me their boss. Bitches! They always want to hate on a sistah.

  “What can I do for you, Brad?” I asked.

  He insists that I call him by his first name when it’s just he and I.

  After he collected himself from drooling over the ample cleavage I showed and my healthy thigh that was exposed when I took a seat, he managed to say, “Shawnee, I understand you’re looking to relocate to one of our other offices, yes?”

  “That would be correct,” I answered, shifting in my seat to allow my skirt to rise higher up my thigh.

  I intentionally sat on the black leather sofa in his office, rather than the chair situated at his desk for visitors, to provide optimal viewing. His eyes took the bait, and he was reeled in.

  “Well, I have one of two places for you to go.”

  I “accidentally” dropped the pen I brought into our private meeting, and he watched my bosom as I bent to pick it up. Just before entering his office, I undid a couple of buttons to allow a satisfactory view, without crossing the line and being accused of something unethical.

  He choked and then stuttered, “You, you can either go to Houston with a twelve percent salary increase…”

  I opened my legs just as I was about to cross them. Again, I shifted in my seat to make my skirt hike up, with the gripping leather providing assistance.

  He got a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth and forehead, and then continued. “Or you can go to the New York office with a twenty percent salary increase, you know with the cost of living being higher and all.”

  I started fanning towards my bosom.

  “I mean a forty percent salary increase,” he said, watching my fanning.

  I dropped my pen again, opened my legs as I uncrossed them, and reached down for the pen. Then, while seductively looking directly into his eyes, I said, “Just forty percent for New York and more responsibility, Brad?”

  “Well, you’re probably right. Do you think fifty-five percent is fair?”

  “I think so,” I answered in a girlish voice, trying to contain my excitement with a poker-face.

  “You know I spend a lot more time in the New York and Houston office than I do here in D.C.,” he informed me.

  That was letting me know that he’d be seeing a lot more of me than the very few times he does in D.C., which would imply he’d want peepshows more often.

  “But, as I sit here, I’m thinking sixty percent sounds more fair,” I said, as I slowly opened my legs one last time to re-cross them while licking my lips.

  After wiping his mouth again, he answered with a groan, “Oh, yeah...yeah, I think that’s pretty. That’s pretty right,” he corrected himself, unable to take his eyes off of everything but my face. “So, New York it is! I’ll get the papers drawn up for you right away.”

  “New York it is!” I said, still trying to remain straight-faced.

  As I stood to leave, I decided to give him a bonus by dropping my pen again to let him get a glance of my backside as I bent to pick it up. I didn’t bother to bend my knees; I did a stripper’s bend. I wanted to leave a perfect view in his crusty old mind.

  “I don’t know why my hands don’t want to hold on to this pen today. I apologize for being such a klutz,” I lied.

  “Oh, Shawnee, there’s no need for any apologies. It happens to the best of us. Guess it’s better you than me,” he said.

  I gave him my fake laugh with my hand on my boobs, for his eyes to follow.

  “Well, thank you so much, Brad, and I lo
ok forward to seeing you in New York,” I said, then leaned forward more than necessary across his desk to shake his hand.

  He never took his eyes off of my cleavage that jiggled with his firm handshake.

  “Oh, I look forward to seeing you, as well.” He paused before continuing. “One more thing I forgot to mention, you’ll have use of the corporate apartment for one year. After that, you’re on your own. That is if you choose to use it.”

  “Well that’s wonderful to know, Brad. I’ll give it some thought and let you know what I decide on the apartment. Thank you again,” I said and then left.

  I couldn’t get back to my office fast enough to rejoice. Hmm, I thought, I’ll get a sixty percent increase in salary in New York.

  The problem with that is Elaine is now between New York and D.C. The whole purpose of relocating was to get away from my family and bad D.C. memories, and start anew. If I chose Houston, I wouldn’t have a sixty percent increase in salary, but then I wouldn’t have any family to worry about.

  I should have picked Houston. Maybe if I would have popped a tit out, I would have gotten sixty percent in Houston. Oh well, hopefully New York is big enough for both me and Elaine. I think I’ll hold off telling her. She’ll swear I’m following her.

  33

  Sandy

  Lewis must be getting tired of playing house with Charise. He’s been calling a lot to “so-call” check up on the baby. If he really gave a damn about the baby, he wouldn’t have left me pregnant. My other kids are glad he’s gone. They hate his ass. They probably hate me always having to raise hell about his sneaky ways and how he’s always up to no good. I’m half tempted to call Charise just to let her know “her man” has been sniffing around lately. The last conversation ended with him telling me that he really wishes he could figure out how to be here when I give birth to “our child.” Now it’s our child, when before it was Eric’s baby without a doubt in his mind.