Veronica and Kojo were a match made in heaven. She was the CEO every female entrepreneur wanted to be and he was the retired athlete turned actor that those women - including myself - masturbated to without shame.
Power-fucking-couple.
My break-up with Aaron made me change cities and jobs twice. I thought we were going to be together forever so when that didn't work out I simply ran away. This freelance writing job was perfect because it was the least commitment I could make and still pay most of my bills.
When I was commissioned to interview Veronica a month ago I knew that I would have a difficult time keeping any degree of journalistic integrity. I'm thankful I recorded the first session with Veronica in her two-story walk-in closet because I could not stop focusing on her shoes.
I hoped that the 8-page NDA didn't include her shoe collection because there was no way I was going to keep that a secret. From heels to sneakers she was thoroughly diva.
While Veronica welcomed me like the older sister I'd always wished for, Kojo was merely cordial with salutations as our only form of communication. But even though I was given a mere 'Hey', I felt that small ripple through my body - the kind of ripple you bank for later.
That first interview was all champagne and laughs as I learned about Veronica's HBCU and Ivy league education before working casinos in Vegas, driving a tour bus in Hawaii and DJing in Memphis.
Our second interview took place during the article's accompanying photo shoot in their pool house. Veronica had her own personal photographer so the vibe was more relaxed than I was accustomed to. Veronica changed her swimsuits in the open while she continued to answer my questions on the state of the economy and the empowerment of women on public boards.
I was a little shocked by Veronica's neatly trimmed but full bush considering I still waxed even though my art was on a shelf in a cellar with no visitors. But I'm pretty sure I kept waxing to keep the semblance of someone else touching me. Shout out to Ms. Emelia's for keeping me smooth.
Occasionally Veronica would walk over to Kojo and he would help her fasten a unyielding button or tie some complication as she smiled back at me. She would still be talking to me while he was stuffing her into a Danish one-piece because he was on a conference call and couldn't be more disinterested in what the three women were doing playing dress-up.
Honestly the entire spectacle felt like an ideal working environment.
That's when I noticed Kojo's bulge.
Honestly there was more than a bulge because Kojo's short velour shorts weren't long enough to hide the head of his dick.
The photographer noticed that I'd noticed and cleared her throat while she changed the lighting. "This is Week 3," she explained without explaining.
I didn't actually hear her say it because I was mesmerized by the way Veronica was teasing Kojo during the shoot and how his dick was reacting.
I'd been single for six months and my panties were soaked.
Halfway through the interview Kojo excused himself to finish his conference call. I tried to relax, but the photographer kept reminding me with innuendo about 'the two of them' leaving the interview.
When we finished for the day I packed my things to leave. As I was leaving I saw the photoshoot continued sans bathing suit. I thought to myself that one day that could be me.
Kojo was in the circular driveway talking contracts as I headed toward my car. He was loud, animated and aggressive but noticed he was blocking my departure so he politely moved aside as I passed.
I smiled my goodbye as to not interrupt his business call but Kojo excused himself from his call to say, "Thank you for getting us."
I was about to awkwardly respond, but Kojo was back on his call before I could say something I'd probably regret. When I got to the car I waved goodbye to 'the two of them' but I don't think either of them noticed.
I heard "Week 3" when I got home and listened to the recording.
After I masturbated, of course.
Our third interview was conducted in their state-of-the-art thirteen-car garage. Veronica collected vintage SUVs and Kojo had a few motorcycles.
As Veronica and I sat on opposing loveseats between these massive vehicles I found the nerve to ask her about Week 3. I didn't tell her that the photographer told me but I could tell by her grimace that she knew.
"Week 3 ends today," Veronica said with a smile.
Still clueless, I nodded and waited for a response.
"Kojo and I both enjoy being submissive," Veronica begins to explain. My pussy immediately tingles when I realize this is going to be a conversation about sex.
I missed conversations about the naughty.
"So for three weeks I am the dominant figure," Veronica continues. "There's all of these little rules we've incorporated over the years but it all boils down to the basics. He is not allowed to touch me or orgasm without my permission."
I don't believe I blinked while Veronica was speaking. I might not have breathed. There was a ton more I missed but I think I caught the important bits.
"Sometimes I'll just put that big dick of his in my mouth to tease him and sometimes I'll just walk around naked during a photo shoot to get his dick hard," she said as she noticed me perspiring in her temperature controlled garage. "More water?"
"Yes, please," I answered without realizing.
Before I could summon the brain cells to form a follow up question, the loud rumble of a motorcycle filled the garage.
Kojo pulled up in front of us and dismounted. He was dripping in sweat.
"We were just talking about you," Veronica told Kojo as he leaned in for a kiss. The garage door automatically closed.
I smiled as I begged my eyes to not look down at his super-short basketball shorts.
"So you told her that this is the last day of Week 3?" Kojo asked Veronica while staring into my eyes.
I'm a still a little puzzled but I did't really care what they were talking about. There mouths moving was fucking hot.
"For three weeks Kojo gets to be dominated so that in Week 4 I get to be the submissive," Veronica explained as I locked into Kojo's eyes.
While Kojo's poker face and body language gave me little indication of what he was thinking, I could not control my face. I was biting my lip and tapping my foot uncontrollably. It took everything in my soul to focus on listening to Veronica and not look between Kojo's legs.
"During our submissive weeks we are much sharper at work," Veronica continued. "We know that our carnal needs are someone else's responsibility - keeping us on edge yet fully satisfied."
I started to get the business angle Veronica was explaining so I was able to find a focus beyond what my pussy was telling me.
At this point I was doing a better job absorbing Veronica's every word at the same time imagining individual beads of perspiration travel from Kojo's thick beard down his pecs across his belly button onto his thighs and down his calves.
"We know how to get the best out of one another," Veronica added as she filled my glass with more water.
"So, what happens in Week 4," I asked without losing eye contact with Kojo.
"This means that if my husband were to pull out his sweaty dick, in front of you, and wanted me to suck him, I'd have to do just that," Veronica explained as I began to crack just a bit.
"With your permission, as a guest in our home, of course," Veronica offered.
Somewhere I found the sultriest voice in me to respond, "Permission granted."
