Okay Neisha, just be cool. K.I.T, keep it together. K.I.T, keep it together. Act like you don't even see him. Don't look him in the eyes, don't smile, don't act like you dropped something... just keep walking. I hate it when females are so obvious, they flaunt themselves in these men's faces and then have the gall to wonder why they get used and thrown away. Classy women wait to be approached, they don't put it out there that they are willing to be their 'buss it baby'. It's just not classy, not classy at all.
But this is one fine ass specimen of a man. I aint lyin, I promise you I am not. This man has thee sexiest lips I have ever seen on a human being. His lips are perfect, not one flaw have I seen in the entire two years of being 'the classy woman'. They are a perfect shade of red, kind of a ruby red. The things I have imagined doing with those lips would shame a street walker! The things I have imagined him doing to me with those lips would make the hardest female blush. This man makes my pussy quite wet, so wet that my juices have started overflowing from my love pot... that, mixed with the fact that I haven't had sex for 4 years. Yep, that's right, 4 years. It's quite sad, not sad because I've withheld my sex from another human being for 4 years... sad because I have a man. A man that other men fear. A man who is really not my man. But he is. But he's not. Confused? Well let me clear it up for you.
The day that I stopped having a man, but didn't, was 4 years ago. That is the day that I found out how much of a dog BJ was. That is the day that I found out I could actually be capable of feeling hate for another human being. The day started out normal enough. I had been at work for half of the day, everything was going quite smoothly when Teeonya stuck her head in the office and told me I had a unscheduled visitor (I am the head nurse at the only all black clinic in the city of Vallejo, we only deal with black owned companies and we only see African American patients) by the name of Carnesha. I've heard of Carnesha before, she's the wife of thee biggest drug dealer in West Oakland. I wonder what she wants from me.
"Did she say what she wants?" I asked
"No, when I asked her she just said personal business."
"Well send her in then."
"All rightie." Teeyona said.
I straightened up my lab coat and smoothed out my skirt and put my glasses on, they give me a more distinguished look, at that moment there is a knock at my door. Tee opens it and says "Here's Carnesha." She's beautiful. A ten. She has that much craved hourglass figure. She's wearing a matching pink and blue skirt and tank top outfit that fits her body to a tee. She's hot.
"Thanks dear, Carnesha come in, how may I help you?"
"Look, I am going to keep this short, blunt and I am cutting all the bullshit out. I am fucking your man, have been fucking him for quite sometime now, and I will continue to fuck him for quite sometime after this."
I am at a loss for words. This broad just traipsed her thick ass in here and tells me she's fuckin mine... and she's going to continue fucking him! Alright, I got something for her! I jump up, yell "Bitch!" and lunged for her throat. Well folks, let's just say that my fingers never touched her throat. In one smooth movement she had counterattacked me, spun me around and dipped me on my back. I landed with a thud on the floor. She climbed on top of me, sitting on my chest, pussy just inches from my face. I couldn't resist, I've always loved a good looking woman, and if she wasn't feeling my cunnilingus then she could get the fuck outta my office. I commenced to give her pussy one hell of a licking. It wasn't a nice, sweet, love filled session. It was a rough, 'bitch I hate you' meeting between my tongue and her pussy. Well she obviously enjoyed it seeing how she came all over my face.
"All right, you've got my undivided, non violent attention (non violent, non violent). Proceed please." I said.
"I am in love with your man. I can't let anything come in between what we have going on. But you're nagging him constantly about where he's going or what he was doing when he gets back is fucking up my happiness. He doesn't want to lose you, says you are a dime in the wife category, but you don't do anal. Your man is in love with fucking my ass, and I am in love with him fucking my ass. He has told me he can't lose you just because you don't like it up the ass. He wants to break it off with me, not gonna happen!! I need that dick up my ass!! Do you understand me? I need it. I am willing to pay you $5,000 a month to A: not say anything to my man. You see, Milt is crazy. Milt will kill me with out a second thought. He killed my mom for crying out loud, killed her to show me how serious he was about me. And B: I need you to keep home happy. Don't nag him about where he's going or where he's been. Let him be free. Can you do that for me?"
Let me think about this: $5,000 for silence and to keep home happy. I could use that $5,000, my retirement goal is to buy a RV trailer and travel around the world. $5,000 a month will help that fund grow significantly.
"Yeah. Consider it a done deal. But you need to drain him every moment you can. He will never get up in this pussy again. Ever! No wonder my pussy has a shitty smell. It all makes sense now." I spit out in disgust.
"You're not going to sleep with him? But then he'll wanna leave you for me, and I can't risk that happening. Milt will go ballistic!" Carnesha squeaks.
"Look, I am going to fake a medical condition. I'll say I have cancer of the pussy canal. That'll make him stay with me, okay? You'll continue to get your ass dug out and keep your life at the same time. Now, I need a security deposit of $20,000. Can you handle that?" I asked snidely.
"Yeah, I'll have it for you by the end of the week. And your $5,000 will be deposited into your account at the end of each month." She informed me. "You should really consider taking it up the ass, your mans dick is not too big to make it feel uncomfortable, but not to small to make it unnoticeable. He makes me cum so hard out of my ass! The best ass sex ever. I save the ass for him and the pussy for Milt. That way Milt is none of the wiser! I have it all figured out if I do say so myself! Just thinking about the feel of BJ's dick ripping open my asshole, then the feel of my ass juices mixing with his dick juices! Oh fuck yeah! Don't wait up for him tonight. "
"Whatever" I mutter, "just make sure I have my money on time."
That is how 4 years ago, I became single, but not. I have made $260,000 and will continue to accept it as long as the money keeps rolling in. I no longer sleep in the same room as the filthy scumbag. I have told him I have cancer of the Uterus. I can't have sex and I need to stay isolated in a separate sterile room. He accepts it, he can now cum and go whenever he pleases. We hardly ever see each other, which is fine. He gets to do him and live rent free and I get to do me and collect my easy made $5,000 a month. The downfall is I can't pursue another, and another dares not pursue me. I am in quite a pickle dick. But, hey. Money talks and bullshit walks, or at least that's what they say.
Nonetheless, it is quite sad and sickening. Sad because I have a crush on this man who doesn't know I even exist, and sickening because even if he did he wouldn't dare fuck with the woman of a gangsta. Fuck! Is the money worth it? $5,000, yes it is. But not.
