Diary of A. . . Page 6

  Yes! That was it.

  His fat tongue took short licks, long licks, squiggly licks and circular licks. Peter knew he was doing a good job because he often checked to see how wet I was getting.

  I grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face even more between my thighs and practically rubbed my womanhood against him to bring myself to orgasm, damning if he had room to breathe or not.

  It was so difficult not to make any noise, but fuck if I enjoyed myself!

  Even after my orgasm, he was still down there licking sloppily at all my honey.

  “Clean it up, sugar,” I giggled until I was satisfied. Then I nudged him away. It took two nudges because he seemed to be really into what he was doing.

  Getting down from the desk, I moved around it after I had straightened myself up. Peter was still on his knees, looking at me nervously as if he’d keep doing it forever if it would keep my mouth closed. My honey was dripping off his chin and there was a sheen of wetness around his mouth and nose. Yeah, I had really dug his face in there.

  “I won’t tell for now, but don’t think I won’t ask again,” I said flippantly. “Be on your toes and come correct, because I don’t want you bitching when it’s time again.”

  I walked out Peter’s office and back to mine. Damn if it didn’t feel like I was floating from that orgasm.

  Cassandra came into my office after her lunch just as I was sitting back at my desk. I had used my private bathroom to freshen up and found some rice chips to snack on along with a bottle of water from my private refrigerator.

  “Is that all you’re eating for lunch?” Cassandra asked worriedly.

  “I didn’t have time to go out for lunch,” I said nonchalantly. “Plus, I’m going to have a big dinner, remember?”

  “Yes. Did you want me to go over and make sure it’s delivered instead of hiring someone to do that?”

  “Cassandra, that’s really not your job.”

  “I was hired to be your assistant, Ms. Banks,” she said determinedly. “Your personal life affects your business life and it’s my job to make sure you can do your job well.”

  I was blessed to have a great assistant. Digging in my desk drawer, I handed her the keys and then rescheduled the private maid service. They could come this weekend and give the house a good once-through when I got back in town.

  My assistant was about to say something else before there was a polite knock on my door. For some reason I really expected it to be Peter coming in and telling on me. I composed myself to look calm and cool and then deny everything because it was his word against mine.

  It wasn’t Peter. Instead it was Lisa, looking like she had a thorn up her ass and very pale. She handed me a file.

  “That’s the Debner file. Erin…I mean, Mrs. Nabors said for me to hand this to you.”

  I looked at the file, knowing that this was a big account for us. Erin had been working on it like crazy to please these people. I was shocked that I was even allowed to view this file. I thought this was her baby.

  “Why am I getting this file?” I asked.

  “While you’re in New York, I’ve scheduled you to meet Colonel Debner. He’s interested in exploring his options on using our services more and -”

  I cut her off. “Did you tell Erin that I’m not a sales assistant and that I don’t deal with numbers?”

  “Mrs. Nabors is aware of your duties, but the Debner Group has come across several problems with the service and don’t feel that Erin can handle it. So you’ve been assigned the case personally by Mr. Howard.”

  Why did I have a feeling that Erin had pissed off Earl. And why was I also getting the suspicion that the owner of the company was slowly giving me all of Erin’s work.

  Would I soon fall on Earl’s shit list?

  Nervously, I looked over the account and saw a lot of the complaints that had been registered by our customer service but never addressed. Why had Erin not done what she was supposed to do in order to make the customer happy?

  “I’ll send you a new agenda in the morning for your New York trip,” Lisa said, starting to leave the room. At the door, she sharply turned. There was a weird smirk on her face as if she were happy and sad at the same time. “I suggest you blow that bitch out the water, ‘cause if you don’t, she’s going to do her best to make you look like a fool.”

  The door slammed behind Lisa. Cassandra and I looked at each other.

  “Do you think it’ll be hard?”

  “No. I probably just have to see what’s the problem. It looks more like a miscommunication. I probably just need to repair some relationships.” I shrugged it off and put the file in my brief to take home and look over if I had the time.

  I briefly told myself that I just might have to dive into the dreaded gossip pool on this one. I needed any information I could get on Earl Howard’s purpose for giving me Erin’s work.

  ‘She’s probably really on his shit list,’ I told myself amused.

  Cassandra handed me a blank file folder with some information that she’d been clasping in her arms. “That’s a surprise.”

  I looked confused at the file folder. “What is it?” When I opened the folder, I saw that it was a copy of my birth certificate. “How’d you get this?”

  “Friends in key places. I use to be an administrative assistant for Heart Securities in Detroit and called in a favor.”

  I was really shocked she had gone way above and beyond to help me. “And they were able to get my birth certificate.”

  “You really don’t want to know what they can do with the right money, but with a favor, I was able to get this.” She reached over and flipped past the certificate to another certificate of a man called E Heasley. I remembered that name from what Nina had said.

  “My father’s name is empty on the certificate.”

  “Yeah, but they found out he had applied to add his name to you and your sister’s birth certificates. Yet somehow it was denied because he couldn’t get a sample from you.” Cassandra flipped through an incomplete application to add the father and pointed to a line on the computer printout. “Look, it was denied by your mother. She wouldn’t provide a sample for the courts to use. Before the judge could order it, E Heasley dropped the process completely.”

  I was doubly impressed with Cassandra. This confirmed that Nina had been truthful in this regard. I wasn’t really mad at her for keeping this knowledge from me. I flipped to the next page eager to know what else Cassandra had found out, but there was nothing left. That was it.

  Looking up at her, I knew I was frowning in disappointment. “That’s it?” I asked. “I mean, I’m not complaining. Matter of fact, I’m thanking you.”

  “Don’t you get it?” Cassandra asked, looking incredulously at me.

  I looked back down at the folder, thinking maybe I had missed something, but I didn’t see anything I had overlooked.

  Cassandra sighed with a smile. “There’s no death certificate for E Heasley. Your sister could have been telling the truth. Your father could still be alive.”

  Entry Thirteen

  There’s only so much shock a person can take in a day, which is why I couldn’t even write this until the next day.

  I told Cassandra what my mother had exposed to me on Sunday. I also let her know how I was in a quandary about who to believe. After all, both my mother’s story and my sister’s story seemed true in their own unique way.

  Cassandra said she would continue to dig on her own for more answers. From working at the securities company, she knew a few tricks of the trade to get information from different places and promised that this wouldn’t get in the way of her “real work” that she was hired to do for me.

  To keep myself from thinking too much to the point of distraction, I really concentrated hard on my work. Mackeroy sent me a couple of emails during this time period. We IM’d back and forth about what we wanted to do to each other once we saw one another tonight. He confirmed his flight and I made sure I had the airline sen
d me an update on my cell phone if the flight would be late.

  ‘Are you healthy?’ he texted.

  I knew this was a sex question. ‘Yes. Last check up four months ago says I’m healthy. Clean, if that was what you were asking,’ I typed back.

  ‘Me too. I wanna have you natural. Can I?’

  I waited a couple of minutes on purpose to answer. ‘Yes.’

  ‘I can’t wait to see you, Sheryl.’

  ‘I can’t wait to see you, too, Mack. I miss you.’ I knew I had him wrapped around my finger.

  I loved technology and made full use of it whenever I could.

  Since I was really putting my foot in my work for the afternoon and no one interrupted me, I got a lot accomplished. So much so, that I was able to pick up the Debner file and look it over. There were side notes by Erin in the file. I could tell it was taken from her unexpectedly because some of the notes were personal.

  I picked off some doodled post-it notes, but I didn’t toss them. I kept them toward the front of the file, just in case something on them were for notes further on in the file. On some of the post-it notes that I thought didn’t relate to where they were stuck, I saw the name, Sroban Group. I’d never heard of that company as one of our clients. I briefly thought that maybe it was a competing company or a possible new client that Erin had been pursuing.

  I called the research staff and asked if I could get some information on Sroban Group. The clerk said she could get that information to me by the time I came back from New York, if there was anything to be found.

  While I was waiting for the day to end, I asked Cassandra if she could see how she could trick Lisa into letting her into the executive file room. This way, she could look up any information on the Sroban Group and anything more on the Debner file. But I told my assistant to try not to tell Lisa what she was really looking for.

  Cassandra gave me a frustrated grimace and I knew it was because she really didn’t like Lisa that much and tried her best to get what she wanted without going to Erin’s assistant for anything. I understood how she felt because it was a headache to see the bitterness always in Lisa’s eyes and not know if she was telling you something to help you or harm you.

  After work, Cassandra rode with me (because she said she didn’t have a car) to my place to help me straighten up and wait for the food to arrive so that she could arrange it for me, while I freshened up for Mackeroy.

  On the way there, Cassandra asked, “Do you think they’re prepping you to take over Erin’s job?”

  I had been thinking the same thing, but didn’t want to voice my concerns out loud to anyone. I did though to Cassandra. “I think so. I’d been thinking along the same lines. Why do you suspect that?”

  “Because when I went to ask Lisa for entrance into the executive file room, she practically bent over backwards and gave me an extra key to it. She said by next week your electronic badge should be able to access it.” Cassandra twitched her lip. “Then she mumbled something about how some people ought to keep their legs closed and then I swear she looked a little happy. I’d never seen her look happy before.” She looked at me as I was keeping my eyes on the road. “Would you like Erin’s job?”

  “Hell yeah! I’d be crazy not to.”

  Cassandra smiled, liking my exuberant response. I chuckled, too, because I did sound like a kid in a candy store looking at the biggest treat.

  “Then maybe you should pursue doing it.”

  “Well, maybe I will,” I teased. “But I’m young. Erin’s way older and I won’t sleep my way to the top to get there.”

  “But that’s what makes you different, Ms. Banks. You could, but you don’t have to. You’ll get there on your own smarts.”

  I liked Cassandra and the way she thought I was like God’s gift to Earl Howard’s company. Maybe I should get her to make some calls to Earl. This thought made me chuckle.

  Like I said before, I could do Erin’s job and maybe the only reason I wasn’t sitting in her chair was because I wouldn’t suck head. I wanted to show everyone that even though I liked sex, I wouldn’t use it to get where I wanted to professionally.

  I thanked Cassandra before leaving for the airport with a nice pair of jeans, heels and a light silk shirt that if you looked hard enough one could see the matching color lace bra.

  Soon as I arrived, Mackeroy texted my phone to say he was picking up his luggage and that I just needed to come around to the door.

  When we got his suitcase situated in the trunk, he gave me the biggest ass bear hug and kissed me deeply. I was breathless and I had missed him some. He was very handsome and I loved that red hair of his.

  Once we were in the car, he kissed me again deeply almost pressing his tongue past my molars, trying to suckle the air from my lungs. He really missed me.

  A car honked its horn for us to move. We abruptly broke the kiss, but his eyes said there was so much more to come.

  Mackeroy seemed really relaxed from his trip. When we arrived at my place, he brought all his bags in because he said he could order a car to come pick him up in the morning. That was fine with me. I showed him the guest room where Cassandra and I had made sure the bathroom had some fresh towels and sundries.

  While he freshened up, I made sure the food was arranged. My assistant had even lit candles in the dining room and fixed a low burning fire in the front room.

  When Mackeroy joined me wearing a T-shirt and khaki pants, he gathered me in my arms and thanked me tenderly. Then he kissed me again, as if trying to memorize every inch of my mouth.

  I reluctantly forced him to get something to eat and he told me a little bit about his trip. Mackeroy had been on a quest to find his family for the past three years because he was adopted. His mother had died on the birthing table in an emergency room without anyone ever knowing who she was. She’d come in a few days prior to having him, raving mad and incoherent.

  A white family in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan adopted Mackeroy, raised him and gave him a good education. He was even able to get a scholarship for college. After his adoptive parents died three months ago, he decided to find out if his real mother had family.

  All the while Mackeroy was conducting this search, he had been working as usual. Business trips such as this afforded him the opportunity to find information out. He recently found out that his mother had entered the hospital with a bus ticket in her pocket from Chicago with what Mackeroy believed was her last name.

  “I think I may have stumbled upon something really big, but I want to get more information, before I get excited about it,” he said, after telling me about his latest discovery.

  I understood that.

  Mackeroy ate like Paul Bunyan and when he was done, I was kind of glad that I wasn’t that hungry and that I wouldn’t have that much leftovers, which I never liked to eat anyway.

  “Come here,” he ordered me.

  I was excited by his commanding tone and walked over to him. After pulling up my shirt, he kissed my belly. Then he began to unbutton my shirt and open my pants.

  My skin tingled all over as I thought I was going to get double head for the day, but Mackeroy teased me by kissing me every where in that area except between my legs. I was wet, excited, and horny, so all he had to do was open his pants for us to get the show on the road. When he did, I straddled his shaft, loving the thickness and the length as he embedded himself deep within my snatch. I trembled each time I had to draw up and come back down. It felt so good, so sinfully delicious and I screamed as I came in minutes.

  Mackeroy spread his legs and cupped my ass. He rocked forward, pulsing deeper in me. In my ear, he growled, “My pussy?!”

  I was in heaven and would have agreed to sell my soul right about then as I felt him swell up thicker inside of me. “Yes.”

  “Say it,” he ordered, rocking harder.

  “Yours! Yours! Yours, Mack! Just dooooonnnnn’t sttoooopppp!” I could feel another orgasm coming on so strong I thought my spine was going to pop out my back from my
muscles tightening so hard to hold on to his rocking body.

  It was awesome. I don’t know, but I think even my neighbors heard that one. I wouldn’t be surprised if they called the police because they thought Mack was trying to kill me.

  Entry Fourteen

  I got Mack to give me some more right before I walked out the door the next morning. I told him to take his time getting out the house and to just lock the doors before he left. I didn’t even wash up before I hurriedly drove to work and went straight into Peter’s office.

  When I came in, he was standing in the middle of his office about to go into his private bathroom to wash up and change for work. He was wearing sweat pants and a sweat filled T-shirt.

  Peter was always early because he used the gym in the morning to work out. When I came in, he stiffened up as I locked the door behind me. I went over to his chair behind his desk, took off my panties and spread my legs wide.

  Peter looked stricken and shocked.

  “Good morning,” I said, smiling wickedly. “I’m waiting.”

  I could see the protest in his eyes as he came around the desk. This was so evil of me even I was calling myself a horrible bitch. Yet there wasn’t enough shame or niceness in me to make me change my mind. Peter was still on my shit list and I woke up this morning with a mission to make him really hate me.

  He looked down between my legs and then back up at me. His lips trembled, but I couldn’t be sure if it was in disgust or not. Slowly he got to his knees – like a good boy – and leaned his head in. I gripped his hair securely, knowing he could smell another man’s scent on me. When he realized this and tried to move away, I held his hair tighter.

  “Eat it!” I ordered firmly.

  Tears welled in his light gray eyes and his lips trembled harder as he lowered his face in shame and began to eat me out. He was eating another man’s cum.

  I smiled powerfully as Peter laved my pussy noisily, sucking and swallowing the love juices of both mine and Mack’s. I fought coming because I wanted Peter to munch for a very long time.