my office, promptly after your shift.
Looking over the text again, a muffled hum rose from beside me, distracting me from my inner thoughts of the text. Hm, I chosen a nice man for tonight. Skin nestled in such a rich taste of chocolate, lips plump and glossed in faint chapstick, elongate dreads braided beautifully in a low ponytail, eyes a tad lighter than his skin tone, and I betted to myself that he was workin' real well between his legs.
Locking my phone and setting it in my pouch, I had seen that he'd already payed for our role of drinks that accompanied our interesting conversation and I smiled.
"My place", he purred, standing to his feet, fingers held out to help me from the stool.
Obviously, not like I was takin' you back to mines.
I mentally thought, suppressing a smile of gratitude as he helped me from my seat. As we moved through the crowd of hype, wasted and high limbs, we made it towards his car with his hands smooth against my ass. As I slid into the passenger side, he flashed me a half smile while quickly inserting his keys in the ignition. As the A/C kicked on, Chief Keef spat from the radio loudly, causing him to jump in surprise. Well, this was gonna be fun..
~
Throughout the entire fuckin', suckin', grindin' and whinin', I couldn't help but think of Augusts' text. For a second, I had thought nothing of it. Maybe he just wanted to speak of something irrelevant, like his new member to the family, Kaitlyn. He didn't want to bring in a complete stranger to the life of money and sex, but with her alluring features, he ordered me and Danielle to "coach" her during her whole night, which ended with her stumbling home with no profit and rumbling stomach of too many shots. Since then, she's been held somewhere in the house. You never heard a peep from her, and the suspicion that August took his punishing too far rang through the house. But with years of experience of hiding suspicion, August never suspected anything of us.
But what if it was serious? I hadn't done anything wrong on my behalf, besides amaze him with my generous amount of profit I brought in in the past week. Thankfully, I had a great eye for man candy and pockets packin' with a thousands. As I pulled up to the mansion, my insides suddenly bubbled nervously, body hollering to stay put in the car, or maybe slip back out and just come back in the morning, praying that he might be over whatever was bugging him. But my consequences would heighten.. terribly.
Stepping out the car and unlocking the door, a lingering smell of Augusts' cologne welcomed me in the house and I gracefully stepped in. It was quite, too quite. The living room was completely dark, kitchen slightly enhanced by the dim light above the stove, atmosphere so thick that you could cut it with a butcher knife. It frightened me. Stepping out my shoes, I swiftly walked down the hallway till the faint glow of Augusts' office light shined. The nervous bubble in my stomach slithered past my tightened chest to my neck, which still ached from the assault of my last client.
I briskly knocked against his office door, and a shuffle of papers and a slight cough followed behind it.
"Come in", his thick accent purred.
Slowly stepping in, the nervous lump in my throat faded away once I seen his masculine beauty. His eyes stayed connected to the family of papers cluttering his desk, but I could sense his heat. His entire vibe and it was warm. I leaned against his door, but my slumped posture caused him to look at me, tipping his glasses a little lower against the bridge of his nose.
"You act like I'm about to bite you", he responded to me being so close to his door, "sit".
His stare was quite heavy against me as I took a seat. He then relaxed into his chair as I did the same in mines, plump lips quirking to an impressed smirk.
"We got a problem", he breathed, pulling his glasses off so smoothly with precision, "a big one".
Again, that nervous lump crawled back to its position in my throat.
"And the problem is.." my trail of question caused his eyes to link with mines, smile still kissing his cheeks.
"Your profit..", he breathed, observing my outfit, "or should I say, my profit".
I furrowed my eyebrow in question. "I.. don't know what's the problem".
He slowly stood to his feet, face striked with a grim line, eyes so golden and heavy against my eyes, fingers softly fidgeting with the wooden material of his desk. He was reading me like a paper back and I was frightened that he might see too much of the secrets I held.
"Don't play stupid Janelle", he purred, "you know when it comes to money, even tho' I should be able to, but I don't trust ya'll with it nor my weed".
Inwardly snorting to myself, my body slowly wept as August sat in front of me, fingers tightening against the material of his army jeans.
"Brought in over seven hunnid last night, but when I just checked, shit was $230", his eyebrow raised while a smile curled against his cheeks, "you dipped in it".
I looked at him in shock, eyes creasing to disbelief. Sadly, he didn't fall for the shocked expression. Leaning towards me, his fingers rustled with the rope of my trench coat, roughly undoing the knot and opened it. Another dark and heavy smile bubbled against his skin.
"Versace", he breathed and my chest painfully tightened.
He knew any label by the back of his palm, especially for us ladies that worked for him.
His rather skinny finger pressed against my torso, eyes still heavy on my now flushed cheeks.
"New as well", he breathed, face softly mushed against mines.
His fingers then pulled my trench coat slightly off my shoulders, eyes suddenly scanning my curves. He damped his lips with his gifted tongue, one hand now cupping my chin while the other playfully tickled my inner thighs. Shivers of arousal rustled through me and I fought the aching moan wanting to slip from my lips.
"You thought you was slick huh ma?"
He breathed against my neck, nuzzling his tongue against the sensitive area of it. Face still flushed, my moan of arousal slipped deeply through me, releasing so highly yet low enough for only me and August to hear. I could feel his lips curl into an awarding smile against my flesh.
"You came in", he pressed another kiss against me, "took a rack, went shoppin' for your own pleasure, then..", he grabbed my cheeks and forced me to stare at him, "thought I wouldn't expect nothin' of it huh?"
No, I didn't. One of the other bitches took my shit. They were jealous of the load I was bringin' in.. and now I'm gettin' punished for it.
Jesus, who was I kidding?
"Now did you?" Guilt purred deeply within me.
"Y-", in the midst of stuttering, he broke my inhale of sweet oxygen, fingers wrapped so tightly around my neck that I predicted a finger print would be left behind.
My mouth opened at the rough intrusion, head falling back, eyes pinned to his. Anger boiled like steaming water in a pot in his eyes, body exhaling so much rough venom that with one bite, I could feel the betrayal blossoming like a new dandelion during the spring. I managed to groan in despair, eyes begging for air.
"You should know better baby", his voice was now huskier, accent thickening with each growl.
I don't, but I should.
Slowly, he let oxygen slip through my empty limbs, and I exhaled with a painful moan.
"You payin' me back with every.. single.. penny", he strolled around my chair, fingers softly yet roughly gripping my naked shoulder, "with interest".
