“Hey, girl. You sounded troubled over the phone. What happened? Hey, weren’t you supposed to be running tonight? Why are you all dressed up?”
Aisha looked up at her friend and only then did she realize that she had left her clothes back in Sam’s house. Nonetheless, she had bigger issues than her outfit. As far as she was concerned, Sam could have it. She would keep the dress and the shoes. They were much fancier than anything she could afford.
“Well, take a seat. This is gonna take a while.”
Ava sat next to Aisha and listened intently, leaning forward towards her friend, as Aisha told her the whole story. By the time she finished, Ava had a puzzled look on her face.
“I still don’t get it, girl. I mean, here you are, in Westlake. Look around you. It’s so quiet, so peaceful. You can run and run, until you can’t run no more. Yet, you just get in your Taurus; drive all the way to Malibu and for what? Just to get jumped by some pervert. It’s a good thing that Sam guy came to your rescue. Yeah, he shouldn’t have done what he did next, but I can’t blame him. If I was a guy, you’d be number one on my ‘to do’ list.”
Aisha had already heard her friend complimenting her on her great looks at least twice, but she was way too tired and frustrated to appreciate it. She placed her arms on the table parallel to each other and lazily put her head on her right forearm. This was no time for compliments.
“Normally, I’d be laughing my ass off right now. But… God, I’m exhausted. I can’t think about guys right now…” Aisha closed her eyes and crossed her ankles, underneath the table. Understanding her friend’s situation, Ava put her own arms on the table, interlocked her fingers and placed her head on her palms. Just four inches to Aisha’s left, she continued her teasing game. She pretended to read Sam’s thoughts out loud, in a hoarse voice, like a twisted sex maniac.
“Hey, check out that slender chick. I bet she’s got a lot of…” She let out a manly snort.
“Stamina in bed. Those lips of hers got a lot of…potential. Catch my drift?” Ava got up and mimed an elbow jab to the ribs of an imaginary man next to her. Aisha would not speak, though. She just smiled, without opening her eyes.
“And do you see the ass on her? I’m telling you, man, you need to take that baby for a long, hard ride. You just have to treat that ass right.” The kissing sounds Ava was making woke up Aisha. She looked up, to her left, only to find her friend holding two imaginary buttocks four inches across her face, stroking them every few seconds, French kissing and licking them from side to side. She burst into laughter; the show her friend had put on was way too funny to ignore.
“Damn it, girl, how the hell do you do it?” Aisha chuckled.
Finally done with her show, Ava put her right hand on Aisha’s shoulder. With a soft voice, she urged her friend:
“Don’t worry about him, darling. You can get any guy you want.”
Then, Aisha abruptly got up and lay back on her chair.
“You don’t mind if I spend the night here, do you? I can’t go back to my place. I don’t wanna be alone…”
A broad smile was painted on Ava’s face.
“You can, on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
Ava grabbed Aisha’s thigh with her left hand. Then, she resumed her earlier, hoarse voice.
“I get to lick your sweet pussy…”
At that point, Aisha laughed so hard that she collapsed onto her friend. Ava loved it and took her in her arms, giggling along.
“I wish I had someone with her sense of understanding… Damn you, Sam. Did you have to act like a complete moron?
Three weeks after her ordeal, Aisha had not stopped thinking about Sam. Despite her best efforts to let him go, she could not take her mind off of him. The way he had saved her from her attacker, his words, his deep voice, and his stunning looks… However, he was the one responsible for ruining her first impression and she could not forgive him just yet.
Sam even sent her flowers, twice. Fifty white lilies at her workplace, “Jimmy’s” bar and fifty red roses to her home address. But Aisha ignored him, like she would do to anyone who would not take no for an answer. As a strict judge of character, she did not believe in second chances.
“Jimmy’s” was a small bar on Agoura Road, less than ten minutes away from Aisha’s apartment. It featured a few cherry tables, (each with a small, silver candlestick in the middle) overlooking the road, a huge, oak arch door, hardwood floors and spotlights over the counter, which was lined with diamonds on the bottom. A few stool, neatly placed three feet away from each other, a body size Jimi Hendrix poster right by the entrance, thirty feet across the counter. Jimmy, a 5’10”, thin, graying 62-year old man, had always liked Aisha and took her under his wing when her parents passed. On Wednesday night, July 26th Aisha and Ava were gossiping, as they often did on somewhat slow nights. In fact, the only two people in the bar that night, was a couple, sat at the table in the far west corner. In a red and white, flower pattern, sleeveless, chiffon mini dress and pink, three-inch high heels, Ava still wondered why Aisha had rejected Sam. Aisha herself wore a green t-shirt, with a bar logo on the back, blue jeans and two-inch high heels.
On a stool, less than two feet to the left of Aisha and with a full, cocktail glass in her right hand, Ava was determined to motivate her stubborn friend, who was wiping glasses in the far left corner of the counter.
“Aisha, you’re being too hard on the guy. Give him a break, for God’s sake.”
Not taking her eyes off the glass in her hands, Aisha kept stating her opinion.
“Not a chance in hell, Ava. I’m not one of his bimbos. He can have a thousand of them, for all I care.”
“You’re being too harsh. Give him a chance, come on!”
Aisha did not appreciate her friend’s high pitched, reprimanding tone. Suddenly, she banged the tall glass she was wiping on the counter and glared at Ava.
“Whose side are you on?”
Sensing her friend’s anger, Ava lowered her tone, mellowed her voice and leaned towards her.
“I’m on your side, sweetheart. Really, what do you got to lose? What’s the worst-case scenario?”
Aisha took a cleansing breath, before she gave Ava her answer.
“He’s gonna break my heart. I don’t need any more heartache. I’ve had enough of it, in case you forgot…”
“No, I didn’t forget. But, you should give him a chance, Aisha. After all, you like him… Don’t you?”
Frustrated by her friend’s persistence, Aisha shut her eyes and tried to remain calm.
“Ok, I like him. But he’s just too macho and way too spoiled for my taste. Happy now?”
Ava gave Aisha a toothy smile. It was as if she had found the answer to a riddle.
“Yeah…”
A few seconds later, Jimmy walked in the bar, with a brown envelope in his left hand, along with some groceries. As usual, he had a white apron on, shielding his green uniform from food splatters and stains.
“This came in the mail today for you, Aisha.” He murmured, just before he left the two women and went to the kitchen, on the right hand side of the counter.
The young barmaid got curious. She ripped open the sizeable envelope and found a two-page document inside. It was a job offering. To her surprise, it was from Sam’s company: Rocktech. She was being offered the job of Public Relations specialist and the pay was quite good, much better than Jimmy could possibly offer her seventy five thousand dollars per year, plus bonuses. If that proposal had come from anywhere else, Aisha would have been ecstatic. However, she knew this was probably one of Sam’s tricks, just to get her into bed with him. Aisha tossed the paper in disgust.
“It’s unbelievable…” She mumbled. Ava jumped from her seat and picked up the documents from the floor, five feet to her right. Her eyes glowed for a second. Then, she faced her friend again.
“This is your chance, Aisha. Don’t blow it.”
With a brittle smile on her face, Aisha rejecte
d Ava’s claim.
“Nah, I’m not gonna blow it. I’m just gonna go there and give that prick a piece of my mind. This is gonna end, once and for all…”
“What do you mean?”
“Tomorrow’s my night off. I’m paying Mr. Reigns a visit he’ll never forget…”
At about 8:30pm the following night, Aisha was outside Sam’s large beach house.
“I wish I can catch him by surprise. I don’t wanna introduce to myself to his staff. I’ll probably never see those people again. Why bother?”
On her way to the driveway, she noticed the back door they had used 22 days earlier slightly open. Aisha parked her car right outside, ten feet away from the entrance, happy to catch a break.
She wore a short, denim skirt, a black tank top and a pair of black sneakers; similar to the ones she had forgotten at Sam’s house. In no way was that a job interview. Aisha wanted closure, so, she pushed the door open with the job proposal in her right hand and hastily climbed the stairs. She could hear some low, distant sounds, but she could see nothing.
Aisha reached the landing and took a quick look to the right. All four doors were shut; so was one of the two doors on the left. The only open door at that time was the power door, leading to Sam’s study. Some muffled sounds were coming out of that room. It sounded like a female laughter, along with some sloppy kissing.
The beautiful barmaid made her way towards the study, slowly. She leaned against the wall to the right of the door and took a peek inside. A man was sitting in Sam’s executive chair. Judging by his size, it had to be him. A woman, with her back turned towards the door was sat in his lap. Aisha recognized the dress. It was the same dress Ava had on the previous night. However, this was not the worst thing she witnessed: The dress had been pulled up way too much, exposing her ass completely. Aisha could even see the red thong she had on. More than that, Sam’s hands were all over her ass, caressing it, squeezing it, while Ava was grinding on his crotch. The two of them were kissing passionately, right in front of her.
“What the fuck?!?!?” Aisha yelled at both of them and threw the two-page document in Sam’s study. For the second time, she was about to storm out his house. Yet, there was something she could not have known.
Three seconds after she witnessed the whole event, on her way to the stair, she heard a loud thump on the floor, followed by a cry of pain. The voice belonged to Ava. Then, she heard someone approaching her from behind, very fast. It was Sam. He was barefoot, wearing nothing more than a pair of black shorts.
“Whoa! Whoa! It’s not what you think, wait!”
For the first time, Aisha had the chance to admire his wonderfully sculpted body. Huge shoulders, broad, almost hairless chest, cut, toned abs and bulging biceps. But, she was outraged. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Yet, she would not speak to him. She stood fifteen feet away from the landing, less than a foot to the left of the wall and waited long enough for him to close the distance. When Sam was two feet away from her, she made her move. She had had enough. Aisha raised her fist at shoulder height and punched him with all her might in his jaw. Taken completely by surprise, Sam almost lost his balance.
“That’s for the other night…” Aisha screamed. Then, she raised her right fist back in the air, ready to take a swing at him again. But Sam would not be surprised twice in a matter of a few seconds. When he managed to regain his balance, he grabbed her by the wrists, preventing her from hitting him again.
“Let go of me! Ava, you dirty little slut, get your sorry ass out here!” She yelled. Ava emerged from Sam’s study, cool and relaxed. She even sauntered towards them. Aisha would not speak to her. Breathing heavily and glaring at Sam, she could not move. He kept her hands down. Yet, he was not applying too much pressure, just in case she thought he was going to try anything she did not want him to.
“Worked like a charm… You love him.” Ava silently mouthed to Aisha, walking past them. Sam let go of her. Seconds later, they were all alone. She was unable to keep her voice down, wondering if everything she had just seen was merely part of a scheme.
“What the fuck was that all about? And what the hell was that letter you sent me? You want me to work for you? Really?”
Sam looked down at Aisha, with a humorless smile on his face. Then, he put his right hand on her left shoulder first and ran his fingers all the way up, to her neck.
“Well, at least I know what I want. I asked you the other day… I never got a reply.” Sam paused for a few seconds, caressing the soft skin on her shoulder. His husky voice filled her ears, sending her pulse rising again.
“What do you want, Aisha? Do you want a job? A boyfriend? Someone you can trust?” At that point, Sam took his hand off, looked right into her eyes, raised both his arms eight inches over her head and put them parallel to each other.
“I ...I should probably…” She murmured, averting her gaze from him. Then, Sam leaned towards her, stopping half an inch before her face.
“What…?” He whispered.
“How can I say ‘no’ to those beautiful eyes…?”
Time stood still. Sam put his right index finger under her chin and pushed it slightly up. A second later, he took Aisha’s face in her palms and pulled her closer to him.
“God, his skin is so soft…”
Aisha had no time to finish her thought. Sam’s full lips were quickly onto hers, kissing her as gently as she had never been kissed before. Aisha put her arms around him and interlocked her fingers on his massive back, five inches below his neck. It took less than a minute for their kiss to become more passionate, more demanding. Sam’s hands began to travel down her midsection. Aisha raised her left leg, bent her knee and rubbed it against his right hip. His manhood was going bigger and harder inside his shorts. Sam ended their kiss, eagerly seeking her neck. He laid a few soft kisses on it, while his hands got busy with her gorgeous C cups. By taking them in his palms, he never stopped kissing her black, silky skin.
“Damn, this feels so good. I wonder what else he can do with those big, strong hands…”
Aisha leaned against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, right before she felt his hands on her waist, pulling her shirt up. Sam wanted to show his appreciation to her luscious tits. Aisha raised her arms and helped him remove her shirt, exposing her purple, lace bra. He did not stop there, though.
He quickly unzipped the only button on her denim skirt and pulled the zipper down. Aisha’s skirt landed hard on the floor. There she was, in nothing more than her purple lingerie, at his mercy. Sam took a step back and gazed at the ebony beauty that stood in front of him.
“I just love your body. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time…” He muttered under his breath. But, it was Aisha’s turn to show him just how much she loved his beautiful physique. Sam tried to resume his kissing. Yet, she pushed him back gently, leaned forward and whispered in his left ear.
“It’s my turn now…”
Then, she kissed him on the jaw and his bruised chin, stroking his chest with her left hand and grabbing his left shoulder with her right. It was really big. In fact, it was so huge that it did not fit in her palm.
“I’m getting so wet… God, I’m so horny I could fuck him for hours…”
Aisha licked his chest from top to bottom, slowly, sensually, just the way she wanted. Enjoying every moment of it, Sam pushed her head with his left hand against his midsection. Then, he pushed her down, towards his cock. Aisha placed both her hands on his hips and pushed it down. To her amazement, he had no underwear on. Nevertheless, Sam was hiding a much better and bigger surprise for her in his pants.
“Mr. CEO, you are full of surprises…” She murmured and wrapped her luscious lips around the head, grabbing him by the hips. She flicked her tongue on the tiny hole, while her right hand stroked his large balls from side to side. Sam’s breathing got heavier by the second. He looked down at her and watched his massive cock getting lost inside her sexy mouth and her big, round ass jiggle up and down.
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“Yeah, that’s it…” He sighed.
The beautiful barmaid loved his size, but she was so turned on that she put her left hand in her purple thong and began to rub her clit vigorously. Aisha had shaved her pussy completely that morning. Soon enough, low moans filled the large hall. Aisha was taking more and more of Sam’s cock in her mouth, jerking it with her right hand down to the shaft. The handsome, rich man was now pushing his cock inside Aisha’s warm mouth. All he could hear was her muffled moans and her quickening pace was driving him crazy with lust. As much as he loved her oral skills though, he wanted to return the favor. So, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, put his hands on her armpits and lifted high in the air.
“Ooh, you’re so strong. Take me to bed or lose me forever, rich boy…” Aisha’s sexy voice added to his excitement. She locked her long legs behind his back, as he turned left, towards one of four rooms to the right. His hands were all over her back. Realizing she still had her sneakers on, Sam undid the laces with his right hand on both her shoes, until her feet were finally free of them. Then, with the ebony beauty in his arms, leaning towards him, he made his way to the bedroom, while he kissed the soft flesh of her boobs.
Sam stopped at the last door. He was not done with her delicious boobs. He eased her down and pinned her against the wall. Right after that, he took her left nipple in his mouth, while he turned the doorknob to the left with his left hand.
“Yeah, right there…” Aisha moaned, leaning against the wall, pressing her crotch against his midsection. Meanwhile, Sam had slipped his right hand in her panties, rubbing her already swollen clit. He stopped for a second. His index finger traveled two inches down, towards her labia. It was soaking wet. In fact, Aisha was so wet that juices had started flowing down her thighs.
“Naughty girl…” Sam mumbled, squeezing her right boob with his left hand, pinching her nipple with his thumb and index finger. Aisha’s moans were getting louder by the second.
Sam had special plans for her pussy. He picked her up again and pushed the door open. A small, blue light on the upper right side of the wall was on. Their lips locked once more, this time in a fierce kiss. Sam put Aisha down on an oval-shaped bed, with blue, satin sheets. She opened her legs wide, eagerly anticipating his next move.
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