No Turning Back

Well damn! Right in the middle of my conversation with Mannish, the phone went dead. I’d heard a female’s voice in the background and I wondered if it was his wife. Since he hadn’t called back, I figured it was her, so I wasn’t going to push. It was good hearing from Mannish, though, especially since he’d been on my mind—more than I wanted him to be, because Lord knows I had much bigger fish to fry.

I was almost there with the money I needed and my body felt worn and tired. Didn’t understand how so many women made this call-girl thing a living, because every time I left one of those hotel rooms, I felt like a dirty, cheap trick. None of my experiences had been like the one I’d had with Mannish, and the one from earlier today was horrible.

It was with a black man . . . well, a St. Louis Rams football player who did nothing but brag about all the money he had. I was in no way impressed, but in order to get some of his money in my hands, he asked me to tie him to the bed and spank him. I had never done anything so ridiculous, and when I hesitated, he threatened to call Finesse for another woman who was willing to “take care of his needs.” In no way did I want to involve Finesse, so I did what was asked.

The building frustrations inside of me allowed me to give the man exactly what he desired: a good old-fashioned beating. As I spanked him hard on his ass, all he yelled was “harder.” I held a tight grip on the paddle, hitting him harder until his tight ass, mounted with solid muscles, turned red. He screamed out like a bitch. By the time I was finished with him his sweat soaked the white sheets. He flopped around like a fish, pulling the ropes as if he wanted to get away, but really didn’t.

“This feels so good,” he said, straining, with veins popping out of his neck. “You have no idea how good I’m feeling right now.”

He was right. I didn’t know, and I hoped like hell that he didn’t want to have sex with me. By the time I finished spanking him, he was spent. Thank God he didn’t want to have sex, but I didn’t get out of there before he dropped low to entertain my pussy.

“I want you to have a little fun too,” he said.

Fun? No. He sucked me so hard and bit at my clitoris as if he were trying to tear it away from me. He ate at my coochie like it was a tough steak, as if being gentle didn’t fit into his vocabulary. I screamed, hoping it would make him back away, but he didn’t. The louder my voice was, the more turned on he became.

“Give me an orgasm, bitch! You know this is what you want.”

My eyes shot open and everything inside of me screamed, run! Bitch? Really? Why did men always have to go there? At this point, nothing seemed to surprise me. Again, I wanted to knock the hell out of him, but it was almost over. If an orgasm was what he wanted, I’d give it to him. In order to do so, my mind drifted to who I really wanted between my legs at the time, devouring the sweet taste of me and appreciating it. The person I couldn’t stop thinking about helped me make it through these past difficult sexual encounters I wanted to end. Thoughts of Mannish flooded my mind, and it wasn’t long before I sprayed the hungry man’s face with my juices. He returned the favor by releasing his semen on my thighs. He was fully satisfied after his nut, and as I put on my clothes to get the hell out of there, he tossed the covers over his head and snored.

The football player wasn’t the worst one of them all, Fatso was. But while thinking about what had just happened, I sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi with my legs wide open. My clit looked swollen. It poked out of my pussy lips like a bud, red as ever. It was tender to my touch and stung when my legs were closed. I scraped dry come from my thighs and watched it flake and float to the floor. This was so disgusting.

I reached for the waterfall faucet, turning it on to fill the Jacuzzi with scalding hot water. A hot bath was what I needed, and I’d been taking so many baths and showers trying to wash these strangers off me, I thought my body would shrink. This was the only way for me to wash away the dirty feel I had on my body, but even after this, I knew it would be on to the next.

Steam filled the bathroom, fogging the huge picture window in front of the Jacuzzi and the glass mirrors on the wall. My body was sunk deep in the hot water that was topped with mountains of coconut-scented bubbles. I rested my head on a pillow while holding Mannish’s book, Eternal Flame, in my hands.

I was already on chapter four, refusing to depart with his book anytime soon. Reading it allowed me to get into his head. I knew his thoughts and could tell how far his imagination could venture. That excited me even more, and needless to say, I was impressed with the man I knew so little about. His timing was off, but my thoughts of him helped ease much of what I’d been going through.

His erotic story was taking me places I’d never been. I turned the book over, just to take a glance at his handsome black-and-white picture on the back. The seriousness in his eyes made my heart pitter-patter, and his thick lips made me think of when they were pressed against mine. The book said he was a New York Times bestselling author, selling over one million copies of his books. No doubt, the man had talent and that was proven when I found myself touching my body in all the right places. I envisioned Mannish as the male character, and as he made his moves, so did my fingers. I glided them in and out of my damaged pussy, trying to give it some love and tender care. I pictured Mannish blowing his cool breath on my bruised clit to bring it back to its original condition. As I gently rubbed, he blew, and turned circles on my bud with his velvety tongue. He was doing such a great job at pleasing me, and as my nipples stiffened, I massaged my breasts together so I could watch him suck them. He was getting ready to deliver, but I/we were interrupted by hard knocks on the bathroom door.

“Yes,” I said, sitting up in the tub.

“What’s for dinner?” Jeremy said. “It’s getting kind of late and we’re hungry.”

“I’ll be out in a few minutes. Take the chicken out of the refrigerator and put it on the counter.”

“Chicken? Again?”

I sighed, not wanting to fuss with Jeremy right now. “Yes, chicken again, Jeremy. I’m going to bake it with some potatoes and string beans.”

“Ugh. Do you mind if I go get me some Steak ’n Shake?”

“Yes, I do mind, because I guess I’m supposed to pay for your Steak ’n Shake. I don’t have money to waste at a fast food restaurant right now, so chill and I’ll get started on dinner soon.”

I heard Jeremy mumble something; then he walked away from the door. My kids just didn’t realize that the silver spoon they’d once known had turned to bronze, until I could fix this. Chicken was the cheapest thing to buy, and I could create many dishes with it. As long as they weren’t starving, that was all I was worried about. I fluffed my pillow, quickly getting back to my book. But before I could get into it, my personal phone rang. I stared at the blaring phone on the counter, hoping like hell that it wasn’t Kesha calling to send me to another client. Yes, I needed the money, but after my experience with the linebacker from earlier, I needed a short break.

As the phone was on its fourth ring, I reached for it, shut my eyes, and softly said, “Hello.” A sigh of relief escaped me when I heard Mannish’s voice on the other end.

“I am so sorry about earlier,” he said. “The battery in my cell phone went dead. I waited until it charged to call you back.”

If that was how he wanted to spin the voice I’d heard in the background, so be it. I guessed he didn’t want me to know it was his wife, but I would have appreciated him being honest. “Your battery? I could have sworn that I heard someone say something to you before hearing the dial tone.”

He hesitated and so did I. For whatever reason, Mannish came across as a man I felt I could trust. He seemed open about what was transpiring in his life, and this moment was a test. Would he continue to spin this like many other men would do? Or was the truth in him?

“The, uh, voice you heard was my wife. She came over so we could talk, but she was upset by my conversation with you. She caught me off guard, and needless to say, I was embarrassed. My first reaction was to hang up on you, because I didn’t want to explain myself, especially when she was looking down my throat.”

I was glad he’d told the truth, and I was sure the situation must have been sticky. “Thank you for being honest. I do understand. I’m glad you called me back, so I can tell you how much I’m enjoying your book. Your talent is displayed on the pages and you definitely have yourself a new fan.”

I couldn’t see Mannish’s smile, but I knew his dimples were in effect. My smile was there, especially since I was gazing at his picture on the back of the book again.

“I’m delighted to have you as a fan, and just so you know, I’m a big fan of yours too. Go ahead and finish reading my book. I’m on my way to my daughter’s football game, so I’ll check with you later.”

“Well, have fun. I look forward to hearing from you again.”

There was a pause; then he replied, “Me too.”

He hung up, leaving me ecstatic yet confused about where all of this was going. Nowhere was what I assumed, but there was something about the idea of hearing Mannish’s voice every day that put me at ease.