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  After I returned from my morning appointments, there was a note from Cassandra, who was at lunch. The note said that a Mr. Patrick was returning my phone call. When I called the number again, I got the same bland voicemail, but this time I left my cell phone number and asked if he could please tell me what he wanted in the voicemail in case we missed each other again. This way, I could address his concern as soon as possible because I was set to leave for New York tomorrow.

  Mackeroy called me after lunch to thank me for a wonderful night and to tell me that he wanted to see me before I went out of town. But our schedules were too conflicting, so it would be close to impossible for us to do so. Mack had meetings in town and in Windsor, Canada, while I was seeing everyone I needed to see and getting rid of important work before I left.

  I told him that as soon as I got back in town, I would let him do whatever he wanted to me.

  “Good, because I think I want a taste of you.”

  Knowing Mack’s big red head might go between my thighs – ‘cause he’d yet to eat me out - gave me a tingle all over. I could barely concentrate, but I knew I couldn’t get his dick before I left because his schedule was packed.

  Plus, I had to prepare for my trip to New York and Mr. Kaffey’s information was perfect for my presentation. I was able to get that appointment with him Tuesday, which I couldn’t break to save my life no matter how horny I was.

  I knew Peter’s lips were sore from the long demanding session from this morning, so when I got home and finished up some more paperwork, I looked through my things for Rahem’s number.

  “I don’t have to be at the store until ten, Sheryl,” he said. “I could come over if you want to give you lots of pleasure.”

  It was only six o’clock and I really wanted something to relieve me. “Yes!”

  “Do you have any toys?” he asked curiously.

  I had none because I had tossed all my toys out when I moved to Detroit. I always had this fear of my bags somehow opening at the airport or some dog sniffing them and airport security having to open them for all to see. I would have died of shame if either thing had happened.

  “No,” I told Rahem.

  “Can I bring a toy? I promise it is unused and clean.”

  Curiously, I said, “Yes, Rahem. Bring it.”

  “I will be there in twenty minutes,” he promised.

  Soon as I hung up, I heard the doorbell ring. It was Chris, the maintenance man. He was covered in dirt and paint.

  “Hi, Ms. Banks.”

  “Oh, Chris, please don’t call me that.” I reached up on the key rack and handed him the envelope for his yard service. “Sheryl is fine.”

  He blushed and took the envelope. “Oh yeah, thanks, but I wasn’t coming to collect. I was working next door and needed a place to wash off this dirt. I was wondering if I could use your guest sink near the back.”

  I didn’t want to be rude even though my company was coming. “Umm, sure.”

  “I’ll only be five minutes,” he promised. “If you could unlock the back balcony so I come in without tracking dirt all over your pretty floor.”

  I did as he wanted and then said, “I’m going to go upstairs to freshen up because I have guests coming. Can you just pull the door closed when you’re done and I’ll come back and lock it later?”

  “Sure,” he said, stepping inside. “Thanks, Ms….I mean, Sheryl.”

  I rushed upstairs and jumped in the shower, forgetting about Chris being downstairs, knowing that he was good about doing what he was told.

  Using my honey butter body scrub and douching thoroughly, I made sure I was clean from head to toe. Then I dressed in only a silk robe and found a thick winter king-sized cover to spread out over the floor in the front room.

  Just as I was about to go check to see if the balcony had been locked, the doorbell rung. As horny as I was, the thought of checking the balcony quickly left my head as I went to the front door to let Rahem in.

  He hugged me and kissed my cheek. He was carrying a small leather bag. Curiosity was killing me as I showed him to the front room.

  “You look so good, Sheryl, and you smell scrumptious.” He only wore a Sean John clear blue shirt to match those beautiful eyes of his and some loose jeans.

  He placed the bag on the couch and sat down. His back was to the rest of the house, but his face was to my crotch as he opened the robe and immediately wasted no time tasting me.

  I had missed Rahem’s experienced mouth. Peter would have to do a lot of eating to get this good. From his bag, he pulled out a small vibrator and titillated my clitoris while his other hand dipped inside my pussy. Oh, it was heaven. I threw my head back and enjoyed what Rahem could do so well.

  Suddenly, I felt I was being watched. For some reason, I looked towards the kitchen to found Chris peaking around the corner. I didn’t panic. I also didn’t let Chris know I knew he was watching us. Instead I grew even more excited.

  Even Rahem noticed how much my excitement increased as his slurping became louder from my excess honey. I played with my nipples and even took one of my full breasts and licked the tip.

  I culminated easily and Rahem smiled in satisfaction.

  “I think you enjoyed that very much, beautiful Sheryl.” He sat back against the couch.

  In my peripheral vision I could still see Chris watching. I leaned down over the couch and let my breast hang over Rahem’s face. He suckled first one tip and then the other. I moaned my gratefulness to his wonderful mouth, loving the tingles he made me feel.

  Chris had ducked down further, but he was still intently watching us. No one could see him if they didn’t know the house well enough to know where everything was.

  Knowing Rahem couldn’t have me like he wanted, I only moaned louder to let them both know a nice fat dick would be wonderful. I wondered how Rahem would feel if I asked Chris to come out of hiding and help a sistah out.

  Rahem moved around so that he was behind me and I was leaning over the couch. He knelt behind me and licked from my pussy to my anus and then back again. He did so repeatedly. My legs quivered, loving the oral pleasure Rahem could perform.

  “Now I will give you an even better surprise,” he said, reaching for the black bag again and producing a big thick plastic cock. It was about as thick as my fist and about a good ten inches.

  I was in heaven as Rahem licked my ass as he worked that fat cock in my pussy. I pushed back to help him out and get that bitch all the way inside, stretching my pussy wide.

  Sweat covered my body all over as Rahem worked his arm, pushing and pulling that sweet toy in and out. I was growling and huffing, loving every sweet moment of having my ass licked and my pussy ravaged.

  I don’t know how many times I came, but I knew the best one was when Rahem pushed two fingers in my anus at the same time he twisted the plastic cock, while shoving it real hard in my pussy. Oh damn! Oh damn, I loved dick. I loved dick so damn much!

  And Chris watched the whole thing!

  Entry Fifteen

  I took a long hot bath after Rahem left. I wasn’t sure when Chris snuck out. I also didn’t care, because I selfishly enjoyed him watching all the nasty stuff Rahem did between my legs.

  I was doing Kegels for the rest of the night to get my pussy back to its regularly tight self. I usually try to do about a thousand a day to keep my pussy healthy and strong, but with that thick plastic dick, I knew Rahem had overworked me and I wanted to make sure I was back to normal by morning.

  The hot bath was also a good thing. I knew this trip to New York would be relaxing, too, although I did miss having Mack because he kissed and I didn’t kiss with Rahem.

  In my rush to get out the office yesterday, I realized I had not put the Debner file back in my take home brief. I sent an email over to Cassandra at eleven for the location of the file.

  ‘I thought you would need it, but I didn’t feel comfortable leaving it out, so I put it in my desk – top drawer.’

  Unf
ortunately, I didn’t get that email until two in the morning. After I made sure everything was packed and ready to go, I slipped on a T-shirt and jeans with some flip-flops. By three a.m., I was pulling in the company’s parking lot and waving my badge to bypass the security to access the building.

  Just as I was rounding the corner to go into my office, I saw Erin come out of nowhere in front of me, heading in the same direction, still in what she had worn yesterday.

  I ducked down so she couldn’t see me. Thankfully, I could see into my office, glad she didn’t close the door.

  Erin searched around my desk and then opened my drawers, desperately looking for something.

  When she couldn’t find it, she sat at the desk defeated and then she actually started to cry.

  I’m not talking about tears running down her face – there were sobs and moans following. I didn’t know if I should go in there or not, but either way I had to decide fast.

  She picked up the receiver of my phone and made a call.

  “No, I don’t see it,” she said. “Yes, I was crying.” Using the back of her hand to wipe her eyes, she continued, speaking angrily. “I didn’t expect Earl to order the file to be given to her all of a sudden!” She gasped. “Do you think he suspects?”

  Whoever was on the other line must have reassured her because Erin relaxed and said, “Fine, I’ll look a little bit more before I give up.” Slamming the phone down, she looked around the desk some more.

  While she did this, I went over to Cassandra’s desk quietly and found the Debner file. I placed this in the flat of my back grateful that my ass was big enough to hide it properly.

  I heard footsteps and ducked back around the corner just as Erin came out the office and looked around Cassandra’s desk. When she couldn’t find what she was looking for there, she went back into my office.

  She picked up my phone and dialed another number. Her voice seemed strangely somber. “I know it’s late, but … well, I was thinking about you.” She hesitated and I could almost feel tension. “Lowe, I want to just say I’m sorry for all I’ve done. You were right, I wouldn’t realize a good thing until-” There was a long pause. I walked closer to the door. She cringed and then looked at the phone receiver awkwardly.

  The way she looked, I could assume that whomever she was on the phone with had hung up on her. She added in a very forlorn voice, “I love you.”

  Getting tired of this, I decided to make my presence known before she messed up all my shit.

  Making sure my shirt was over the back of my pants, I walked in my office and pretended like I was startled to see her in there. “What are you doing in my office?”

  Immediately she became the uptight always bitchy Erin. “Last time I checked I was your boss. What are you doing here?” she asked.

  “I left some things. And since I have an early flight, I came directly here from running errands to pick those things up.”

  “What things?” she inquired nosily.

  I wanted to say, ‘none of your damn business, bitch,’ but I bit my tongue from the remark and instead said, “Just some files I wanted to work on while I was out of town.”

  “The Debner file?”

  She looked really excited about this and I could see she hoped I said yes. Instead I laughed casually and said, “How stupid do you think I am to leave the file when I’m going to New York to meet the client?” I decided to add, “I’ve been so busy preparing to leave. I didn’t even have time to look it over.”

  She narrowed her beady dark eyes and sucked on her teeth, but she made no move to get out of my chair. “I had left some notes in there from another case, so if you see those post-it notes, just ignore all of them and return them directly to me. Okay?”

  “Sure,” I said as if this were no big deal, hoping I didn’t move too much to cause the file in my ass to make noise.

  I was still waiting for Erin to move her ass out my chair, dammit.

  “Can I ask a question, Sheryl?”

  “Sure. What?” I questioned.

  “Why haven’t you ever left this company? You’ve been with this company a very long while.”

  That was a weird question, but as I thought about it, I really couldn’t think of a good answer except the truth. “Every time I’ve thought about leaving, I’ve been offered a better deal to stay. Since I love my job, I say, why knock a good thing. I’m good at what I do and my job affords me the convenience of everything I need and desire.”

  “But why haven’t you ever questioned that in all this time you’ve never been face to face with Earl Howard? I mean, after so much I would want to meet my employer.”

  I never thought about it like that, because I never felt I was important to the company until now. I mean, I knew I did good work, but I have managers, supervisors, and VP’s over me to just praise me and give me administration. I never caused any trouble to warrant the “boss” coming to do something to me. Nor did I feel I did anything out the ordinary that any other hardworking employee at the company did.

  I didn’t need praise because it was always reflected in my paycheck and that was the only thing important to me.

  “What’s it to you, Erin?” I said, calling her by her first name. “You’ve been at this company for years, why haven’t you left?”

  She didn’t like the tables turned. I could see it all over her face.

  Getting up from the chair, she walked around the desk. “Maybe you should really think about why you’re really here, Sheryl. Maybe you should question what’s your future going to be like in a couple of years, because life is not a dozen roses.”

  “Oh, I never think that. I’m too smart, too good at my job and too intelligent to think that I got it so good I don’t need to look anywhere else. I’ll keep your advice. Thank you.”

  She walked out and I closed the door behind her. I pretended to work – standing up - and got some old files out my desk, before I also left. I had the strange feeling she was watching me the whole time.

  Entry Sixteen

  For some reason after I got back home and lay in bed, I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that my office was Erin’s office and I was loving the power of being VP of the company. When I woke Wednesday morning about seven a.m., I really wanted to sit in Erin’s chair and I really wanted to have her job.

  The even stranger part about it was the fact that I knew if I applied myself a little bit, probably threw in a little sabotage or found something to weaken Erin, I could probably have it.

  Mack had texted me and told me to have a good trip. For some reason I looked at the time the text had been sent. It was about four in the morning. What had he been doing up that late?

  I pushed that thought out of my head. I knew Mack was a little bit like me. We worked odd hours and when the mood hit us to do things, we did them.

  I texted back a thank you and that I couldn’t wait to see him. I was really pheening for some kisses. I think just the idea of me pressing my lips against someone else’s lips turned me on and since Monday I hadn’t been kissed.

  Yeah, I know you’re saying that was just two days ago, but I loved constant physical contact. And for some reason I was going through kissing withdrawal.

  While preparing to leave for my flight for New York, I got the strangest call on my cell phone. As I answered, I didn’t stop moving around my house trying to get ready to get out the door. Especially with the taxi just outside.

  “Hello?” I answered impatiently, hoping this wasn’t Cassandra calling me with more problems from the office. Without me there, it seemed as if nothing could get accomplished correctly. My poor office assistant was taking the full brunt of the workload because my managers usually came straight to me since I hadn’t had an office assistant in almost a year.

  “Is this Sheryl Banks?” a deep voice asked on the other line, which very clearly didn’t sound a thing like Cassandra.

  The sensual infliction caught my attention.

  “Yes, this is she.” Since I owed no
one money or was indebted to anyone, I didn’t have a problem telling people who I was over the phone. Plus it was a number I rarely gave out.

  “This is Theo. We met at the auto show.”

  Hence the need to change my panties before I got on the flight to New York, just from that statement he made.

  “Yes, I remember you, but you caught me at a bad time. I have a flight to New York leaving from Detroit in six hours.”

  “You can do a lot in six hours, ma’am.”

  “How old are you, Theo?” I inquired.

  “Thirty-five,” he answered.

  “So you’re four years older than me and you’re calling me ma’am? You can call me Sheryl.”

  He was quiet for a moment and then suddenly burst out with, “You have a very strong personality and there’s just something about you that I can’t stop thinking about. I know we only met briefly and I’ve been trying to tell myself that I couldn’t be this attracted to you because you look like high maintenance for a man like me, but I have never met a black woman that affected me like this before.”

  His openness and honesty shocked me and intrigued me. “When would you like to meet me again?” I teased.

  “You see,” he said laughing. “Women don’t usually talk like you do.”

  “How do they talk?”

  “They play games.”

  “I know what I want,” I said simply. “I don’t have to play games to get what I want. You never answered the question.”

  “Like I said, there’s a lot you can do in six hours, Sheryl. But if you were on your way out of town, then that might not be true,” Theo replied.

  There was a silence on the phone between the two of us. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence and oddly, I liked just knowing he was on the other line. There was something potent about Theo. Weirdly; I could even still imagine his face and those nice lips that I had kissed.

  Lips that I wouldn’t mind kissing again.

  Though I’m a stickler about being extra early for things, I knew I only needed about two good hours before my flight. “Well, we could put your theory to the test, while you treat me to a nice breakfast.”