“That was so long ago that I don’t remember,” I answered with a Bogart line from Casablanca.
“Can I see you later?”
“I try never to make plans that far ahead. But I ain’t doing nothing right now,” I said and she smiled.
I took her by the hand and led her through the crowd to my office. I locked the door behind us and then I went and sat down on the couch. Michaella stepped out of her heels and then she wiggled out of her pants, took off her top and then she came out of her bra to reveal her pretty titties.
She walked over to the couch and then she dropped to her knees. Michaella quickly undid my pants and pulled down the zipper. Then she took out my dick, stroked it a few times to get it harder and then Michaella took me in her mouth. I settled back on the couch and watched her blow me.
Like I said, Michaella had mad skills, so not only was the shit feeling good, it was amazing to watch my dick disappear in her mouth and slowly reappear. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and she gagged a little, but she didn’t stop sucking. Michaella was sucking that shit so fuckin’ good that I felt myself getting ready to cum in her mouth. I guess she felt it too, so she took it out of her mouth and stood up.
When she did, I stood up too, took off my pants and when she walked to the desk, I followed her. I walked up behind Michaella and wrapped my arms around her. She spread her legs a little and I reached around and massaged her clit.
“Bend over.”
She bent over, leaned on the desk; she was so fuckin wet that I slid my entire length inside of her. I held on tightly moving in and out, as Michaella bucked her hips wildly against me until she screamed.
I pulled out of her and when I did, Michaella spun around and sucked her juices off me. Then she stood up straight and began clearing a spot on my desk.
“You’re not finished with me yet. Ain’t no telling when I’ma see your ass again, so I gotta get all I can now.”
Michaella said as she lay down on the desk and lifted her legs. I stepped up quickly, grabbed her by the ankles, slammed myself into her and began to pound away.
As Michaella threw that wet shit back at me, I closed my eyes and Carmen drifted into my mind. I could see her face, I could hear her voice and for a second, it was her that I was fucking. I began to feel, and since this was neither the time nor the pussy to be feeling for, I opened my eyes. The sight of Michaella with her mouth wide open and squeezing her titties brought me back to reality, and I finished her off.
Once Michaella left the office, I came out and I saw Vickie coming straight for me. I guess you would call Vickie the free spirited one in our crew. She has no involvement and even less interest in the game. Vickie just wanted to have fun. Hanging out with me, Bobby, Wanda, Nick and Jamaica was all she ever wanted to do. To lose herself in life, is what she calls it.
“What’s up, Mike?” she said, and I could tell that she was fucked up.
“You know you got it.”
Vickie laughed. “Where you been all night?”
“We had something we needed to take care of.” I smiled and took a step closer to her. “Want me to tell you about it?”
“No,” Vickie said definitely and covered her ears. “I don’t want or need to know anything about it. But I do need to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
“Me and Wanda were at the bar having a drink, when these guys stepped to us. They were both kinda cute, so we let them stay,” she began, and I wondered why she was telling me this, and hoping there was a reason other than her being fucked up. “So after Wanda asked them fifty million questions, you know how she gets sometimes—”
“I know, it’s like a game to her.”
“Right, I guess that’s why she’s been applying to law schools,” Vickie said and covered her mouth. “Oh shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” she said, but I already knew. “She wanted to tell you when she got accepted. Anyway, after she questioned them, they sat down and was buying us drinks and whatever. Then I hear the guy that was talking to Wanda say, ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’ And she said, if you ever put your hands on me again, I’ll make sure you die slowly while I watch. Next thing I know, Wanda’s got that pearl handle twenty-five under his chin.”
“Where’s Wanda now?”
“She’s over there.” Vickie pointed to Wanda. “And the two guys are over there,” Vickie said, and pointed in the opposite direction.
“Which one?”
“The one in the played-out light blue jogging suit and the fat gold chain.”
“Excuse me, Vickie,” I said as Wanda walked up.
“Mike wait,” Wanda said. “What did you tell him!” I heard her yell at Vickie as I made my way through the crowd. I made eye contact with Freeze and he began coming toward me.
“That’s what I was gonna tell you about,” Freeze said as we got to the table him and his boy were sitting at. Now he was talking up on Babygirl and another woman that I’d never seen before.