“See, a black man won the presidential election. There is no racism here.”
“There was a shooting on the news on the Eastside. Is that near where you live?”
“Michael Jackson was from Gary. You have relatives from there. Did you know him?”
“Are you mad that Michael had kids by a white woman, so their skin would not be dark?”
“You voted for Obama because he’s black.”
The list went on and on. She was never the initiator any of those conversations.
“What did fat boy want?” Anita asked. She was one of the few people Olivia did speak to outside of work related topics. “I saw John come out and start whispering to people.”
“The usual. ‘Ask a black person.’”
“Man, the nerve of some people. You gave him a piece of your mind, didn’t you? I bet he is running around saying how angry you are now. The good thing is most know you’re one of the nicest and loyal people in the company.” Anita smiled.
“Well, at least I have you fooled.” She laughed.
“What are your plans for your half day?”
“Not too much. Treating myself to a nice and quiet lunch to start.”
“Girl, you’re so boring. Well, enjoy. I’ll leave you to it.”
Anita was cool but not that cool to know the other side of her. Olivia wasn’t going to tell her that she was about to go and hook up with some guy off the internet. She planned to practice some sexy moves on him, and then use those moves on a website to bring out her inner sexuality, and bring in some extra cash.
“Later.” Olivia waved.
She watched Anita go back to her desk before grabbing her black purse, turning off the lights to her office, and locking her door. Olivia got a kick out of having her own door to lock. She’d hated sitting in cubical hell. Everyone was so nosey. Olivia couldn’t go to the bathroom without folks questioning her. Now, she was the manager and could pee in peace.
Earl said he lived in the downtown area in one of the new condos. She knew exactly which ones, having admired them as she drove past a few times, but she’d stick to her kids having a yard to play in. His place was only a short drive from the office, and she made it there in no time.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” Earl said shyly as he stood in the doorway. He had a Steve Urkel voice and glasses, but the muscles poking out his shirt were sexy.
This is going to be easier than I thought.
“I can’t believe I’m here either. You have a very nice condo,” Olivia said, looking around his home as he let her in. He had a lot a paintings and sculptures neatly placed around the living room.
“Would you like something to drink?”
She followed him to the kitchen counter and took a seat on a barstool. “Do you have any fresh bottles of wine?” Olivia didn’t want anything unopened from him. Black people could be serial killers too.
“I have Riesling. Is that okay?”
“Yes, I like the sweeter wines.”
He poured her a glass and handed it to her. Olivia intended to sip, but with her nerves so bad she finished in three gulps. She waved him off on any more. What she drank was enough to cause a slight buzz.
From the way Earl fidgeted and tapped his feet on the floor, Olivia could tell he was uncomfortable as well.
I did read about women needing to take charge, so I guess I better start now.
Taking him by the hand, she led him to his lazy boy chair in his living room. “Can you turn on the R&B XM station?”
He picked up the remote and turning the TV to the music station.
She hadn’t bought a dancing outfit to practice in. The red lace bra and thong she had on would have to be enough.
Pushing him back on the chair, she said, “Relax.” The books said to look your lover in the eyes and undress slowly. So that’s what she did. Olivia looked at him and began unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time. As she did, she rolled her body to the music. She hoped it looked sexy, and not clumsy, which was how she felt.
A huge grin spread across his face. Earl was enjoying it. When she got to the last button, Olivia turned her back to him and let the shirt fall to the floor. She focused on the skirt zipper, which was in the back. Olivia pulled the zipper down as slow as she could. Her sweaty hands threatened to let it slip. She breathed a sigh of relief when it was low enough for her to remove her skirt.
Bracing herself to avoid falling on her face, she sat in his lap and leaned back on him. Olivia eased the skirt down her legs and on to the floor. His penis was rock hard and poked her from behind.
She moved her butt side to side across him. It was her attempt at a lap dance. His breathing increased, and she relaxed a little and listened to the music. She closed her eyes and imagined Earl was the man of her dreams. Feeling braver, she stood up, giving him an up-close view of her thong-filled ass.
“Oh my,” he said, letting out a soft laugh.
Earl’s hands worked their way to her butt cheeks. He gave it a squeeze and a pat, making it jiggle. He moved her thong to the side, and she felt something hot and moist in the crack of her ass.
Her butt cheeks clinched. This wasn’t what she had in mind. She wanted to pull away but couldn’t. She’d never had her ass licked before, and it felt good. Her senses were elevated, and moisture formed at her mound.
Earl pulled her back until Olivia was in his lap and put his hand down her thong. He began playing with her pussy while he ground his rod against her. His long fingers felt wonderful inside of her. She spread her legs and arched her up, inviting them in.
His body tensed up, and Earl groaned. He released a load in his slacks. Moisture seeped through to her butt cheeks.
“Thank you,” he said, nuzzling against her neck.
“Um, you’re welcome,” she said, confused. What happened was not the outcome she expected. Apparently she had more skills than she thought.
“You’re a good teacher,” he said with a coy grin. “You knew how to make me obey you and lick your ass without saying a word. You knew I would be a good boy.”
What the hell? Obey? This joker is into some weird shit.
“Okay,” she mumbled, wiping her butt against his shirt to remove his seepage.
“Mistress, is there anything else you would like me to do?” Earl got down on his knees, resembling a begging puppy.
Yes, get the hell out my way, so I can go! She’d read about Dominatrix too, but it was out of her league. She gathered up her clothes.
“I have to leave, but remember, you can’t call me. I will call you. If not, you will make your Mistress very angry,” Olivia said. Picking up her purse, she backed away from Earl and took off. She ran outside with her blouse half buttoned and made her way to her car.
She looked at the clock on her dashboard and reasoned she had more than enough time to go home and wash his stench off her. Her plan had been to give him a dance, not make him cum. He was cute, but he was weird, and his breath was a wee bit tart. She wouldn’t be calling him again.
As she drove away, she was thankful her mom wanted the boys to go out to the country and fish with her. Olivia would have the house all to herself. They wouldn’t be back until Sunday.
Olivia rounded the corner to her house to see Travis’s SUV in the driveway—on her side. Slowing down, she corrected the buttons on her blouse and smoothed out her hair. There was no way she’d allow him an opportunity to say anything negative to her. She pulled in the driveway and opened the garage.
“Where have you been?” he asked, stepping out the car. “I called your office and your cell.”
“Does it matter? Did you care where I was when you were screwing someone else?” She made her way to the door.
“I am going to let that one slide. Look, I have been thinking. Maybe I can deal with the traveling.”
“Really?” Her heart skipped a beat, and a smile spread across her face. Letting the door handle go, she turned to face him. Maybe they could work it out and al
l those years of being with him wouldn’t be thrown away. With some counseling things could possibly be okay.
“Well, as long as you agree to cut back on some of your hours. I’m willing to compromise with you working part-time.”
For a millisecond, he almost had her. Olivia thought he’d come to his senses. Her smile faded. “So, let’s see, I’m supposed to cut back my hours and accept the fact that you cheated on me? No thanks.”
“What’s happened to you? You used to be so nice and understanding.”
“Don’t you mean dumb? Those days are over. You happened to me. All these years, I thought I couldn’t make it without you, but I was wrong. I can stand on my own. I have been doing that. Remember, it was my credit that got us this house. It just took me to put you out to realize it.”
He walked over to her and stood inches away from her face. “And it was me who paid the mortgage. You sure couldn’t afford it.”
No thanks to your sorry ass holding me back! Punk! I was too busy killing myself helping you get your business off the ground all these years.
“I can sure afford it now. Thank you for being so kind and letting me take the manager position.” Sarcasm and anger oozed out of her. She backed away from him.
“Whatever, Olivia. I see how it’s going to be. You’ll be missing me soon enough. I know it gets lonely at night under those sheets. You’re too much a plain Jane for anyone to be chasing after you.”
Travis walked over to his truck, got in, and pulled off so fast that he almost ran over the neighbor’s cat.
We will see who the plain Jane is.
After clicking the button to close the garage door, she went into the house, set out a new outfit, and got in the shower. She washed away her anger and focused on the moves she’d try out at The Playhouse. Olivia couldn’t believe she was really going to go through with it. Travis’ words made her more determined than ever.
Chapter Eight
Olivia pulled in front a brick two-story home in a quiet neighborhood. She didn’t expect Mercedes to have such a big house. She knew Mercedes had to be making a lot of money, being the site owner, but the house was really nice. From what she could tell, the place had to have at least five bedrooms.
She stepped out of her car and made her way to the door. Without ringing the doorbell, the door opened. A handsome man in a black shirt stood in front of her.
“Please come in,” he said. “Miss Emily is expecting you.”
The woman even had security. Olivia was escorted in by the fine specimen. He was the perfect eye candy, and his polo shirt fit him just right. She wanted to start licking on those arms of his—just yummy.
Calm down. You’re just tense because you haven’t had sex in months.
Mercedes was waiting for her in formal dining room and stood up to great her.
“You can use the Player’s Lounge. I just had a pole installed.” Mercedes was all business “I don’t expect you to know how to work it just yet. Climbing up it takes lots of practice. Just go ahead and get comfortable with it.”
Mercedes came out of the room, shook her hand, and waved for Olivia to follow her upstairs. She led Olivia past three doors, before pulling out her keys and unlocking the fourth one.
“I have a four year old. I don’t want him messing around in these rooms. You can lock it back from the inside.”
“Okay.” That was all Olivia could manage to say after taking in the room. It was a sex lair from the pink, red, and black fuzzy pillows to the heart-shaped chaise. Of course, the pole provided an added bonus. It was set up in the corner, but far enough away from the wall so whoever used it could swing around it.
“Have a seat at the computer and input your name when you’re ready. Kenny is online and will provide you with further instructions.” She left the room.
That was fine with Olivia, because she wasn’t comfortable dancing in front of a woman.
With the click of the door, her heartbeat increased speed. Olivia took several a deep breaths, before changing into a black and red teddy. She had some black thigh-high stockings to go with it. Next, she put on her stilettos.
She added a little more gloss to her lips and took a seat at the computer. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears and felt as if it were going to burst out her chest as she input her name. A screen, resembling Skype, came up. The camera turned on, and she could see herself. Another window popped up with a man on it.
“Hello, miss,” he said. “I’m Kenny.”
“Hi.” She waved.
“Are you ready?”
Olivia gave him a nod. Music began playing, and she closed her eyes. She took in the soulful tunes, allowing it to calm her nerves. Her eyes opened, and she was ready.
She slow walked to the chaise and eased down on it. Spreading her legs apart, she leaned back on the couch. Olivia rolled her hips to the music, more relaxed than the sorry lap dance she had given Earl. Moving her hands up to her breasts, she cupped and caressed them. She slid her hands back down her body until she felt the silk of the stockings. Olivia got up off the couch so he could get a full view of her body, before unlacing the teddy. The top part opened showing her firm C-cups. Even after having twins, they maintained their perfect shape.
Olivia was in full character. She worked her body as she’d seen sultry female musicians do in their videos. She was getting into it and ready to show Kenny how she mastered the art of making herself reach her climax. She slid the teddy down to her ankles and lay back on the chaise. Flipping it off with her foot, she caught it with her hand. Olivia took them and made a sling shot out of them, shooting them at the monitor.
Kenny smiled as it fell to the floor.
Using her body as a canvas and her hands as the paintbrush, she moved them seductively across her ass to her stomach and back up to her breasts. Olivia got the nipples nice and hard before moving on to the rest of her body. She took her time exploring every inch of herself, as if noticing it for the first time. All the while, she maintained her rhythm to the music.
Changing her position, she sat on her feet and spread her legs wide apart. With her pride and glory showing, the only thing left was to put her hand to work. She pulled her shaved lips apart and toyed with her pink pearl.
“Mm,” she said, allowing moans to escape her lips. When her juices started flowing, she stuck her middle finger in deep. She kept fingering her bud and worked her inner walls.
“Oh, mm.” She needed the release she didn’t get earlier.
Olivia forgot all about Kenny watching her. She was cumming so hard that her body arched up off the couch, giving him a very up close and personal view of her explosion. Weakened she fell back down, quivering. Waves of ecstasy flowed through her.
“Miss,” he said, drawing Olivia out of her bliss. “You can get cleaned up. Mercedes will be waiting on you.”
Did I really just do all of that for him?
Olivia pulled herself together and cleaned up with the baby wipes that were in a dispenser on the wall. She smoothed her hair down and opened the door to see Mercedes standing on the other side.
“I see you did learn a thing or two,” she said, smiling. “I knew there was something more behind those glasses.”
“Thanks.” She beamed. She could feel her face turning bright red. Her nerves had kicked back in. Mercedes had seen the show.
“Welcome to The Playhouse.”
“Are you serious? I know you have seen way better than me. I don’t compare to half the girls on your site.”
“Olivia, look here, you little vixen, you are beautiful. Most of those other girls are fake. They’ve had more plastic surgery than should be allowed. Guys like that, but they love natural beauty even more.”
Olivia grinned like the Chester Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“I’ll take that as a yes. You can start whenever you like. My girls make their own schedule. If you’re going to use my place, I have to ask that you turn in a schedule two weeks early, so you’ll have the space available.”
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A Black and Asian mixed woman walked out of one of the other rooms and smiled at Olivia. Even in jeans and a t-shirt, she looked like she was walking the runway. She was tall, without heels. The woman gave Mercedes a kiss on a cheek, whispered something to her, and continued on her way.
“That was Asia,” she said, watching Olivia’s eyes follow the Amazon beauty. “Even she approves of you.”
“She’s gorgeous.”
“Yes, she is. You should check out a few of her shows. It may give you more ideas.”
“I think I’ll just do that. Thank you so much for giving me a chance.”
Mercedes walked her downstairs. “Now, I have a meeting to get to. I have to fire some folks. So, please remember to follow the rules.” She smiled.
“Yes, ma’am,” Olivia responded like an obedient soldier. Although she was glad to see Mercedes was about business, she was a little sad to remember that she never got to start her own.
Mr. Sexy met Olivia back at the door and let her out. She wondered if he’d watched her show as well. Olivia secretly hoped he had.
She couldn’t wait to get home. With the twins gone, she could log on tonight. Her office was the perfect spot for her new job. Olivia was glad she opted to put a chaise in the room. It allowed for more movement than just sitting at a chair in front of the computer.
As she was driving home, her cell phone rang. Angela wanted to go out and have drinks. They hadn’t been out in eons. Olivia decided to put her new career on hold for the evening. As she changed her clothes, she could hear the front door open. Angela was waiting for her. After one last glance in the mirror, Olivia left her room and found her sister sitting on the living room couch.
“Dang, sis,” Angela said. “I didn’t know you had that in you!”
Olivia smiled and brushed her hands over her black silky Capri jumpsuit. Cold air teased the open back. Her new outfit was nothing like what she normally wore, but she was kicking the old her to the curb, slowly but surely.
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