Jakobe glanced down at the red head that was bobbing between his gaping tan legs. He had to give the girl an “A” for effort. Her sucking game was on point. It had to be, if her jaws hadn’t locked up by now, as she did her best to make him cum that early morning in September. Most women would have given up, trying to suck his massive cock, the first five minutes of no response. It was now going on 25 minutes, and she was still slurping away as if there would be a cash prize at the end of his ejaculation. He had told her not to even attempt the act. He knew that his mind was too focused on the things that laid ahead of him today, to give enough attention to what her heavenly mouth was doing. However, the pretty girl he brought home with him last night just smiled. With a shrug of his shoulder, he sat back to let her suck away until he got tired of her trying.
He rested his head back on the lush leather seat. He turned it to the side to take in the Los Angeles scenery through the three massive windows in his ‘Bird Street’ home that overlooked Sunset Strip. The last couple of days had been hell on him. What should have been an easy buy out of a mall chain was becoming a nightmare. He knew he should have gone with his better judgement, and not thrown his hat into the buying frenzy, but his best friend, Major, had made it sound so easy.
“The old man is hungry. He needs to sell before the government calls due the debt the old man is in,” Major had said.
“It’s a fuckin no brainer,” he had said.
“Humph,” moaned Jakobe as he narrowed his eyes. That had been over two months ago. What Major had reported as an easy cash cow, had turned into a pissing contest, after the old man saw how many people were interested in buying his retail empire. It wasn’t as if the asshole was going to live long enough to even enjoy the money. The fact that he had already wasted a week and a half going to these meetings was starting to piss him off. He had invested too much of his time to lose on a deal that could easily add over 652 million to his already vast fortune. He was in this tug-of-war, and he was determined to be left standing as the winner while everyone else would be in the mud.
It amazed him that his good friend could sit through those meetings with a shit faced grin. He had to admit, even he noticed the change in the tides. What pissed Jakobe off was that he knew the changes started when she showed up. Major called her The Deal Whisperer, while he just called her bitch. She had been called in from Major’s multi-million-dollar firm to do what no other employee could do. A moan escaped his full lips at the thought of her, giving the red head the encouragement to keep sucking.
This wasn’t the first time he had crossed paths with Nakida. She had played point guard on another one of his deals a few years back. At that time, she told him that she was involved in a relationship. Of course, now he doubted that her claim was true. There was no way that anyone as rigid as she was, could have ever been involved with another person. The first time, she had at least chatted with him and smiled at his outrageous effects to get between her thick, chocolate colored thighs to reach the sweet pink they were hiding. However, upon them meeting this time, she seemed to take great pleasure in bashing his hopes at finally adding her to his list of conquests. Even still, he had to admit that she was a sight to behold. She was a bit heavier now, but the size eight she was sporting now was toned to perfection.
He bit down on his lip. He moved his hand to rest on top of the bobbing head. He gripped her soft curls to teach her the pace that was needed to bring him to the orgasm she had been after for now 30 minutes. He let his mind recall the way Nakida looked on the day she glided into the conference room, and the instant reaction his body experienced. Jakobe had only seen one other woman dressed in the tailored suit that she had worn that day. However, unlike Janelle Monae, her wide legged pants hugged her tight ass, and cradled her firm C-cup breasts, to the point that the outfit; that he was sure was not supposed to bring attention to her sexiness, but it magnified her sexiness. His memory of that day was so strong that he would even swear that he could smell her perfume.
“Relax, and just let me fuck your mouth,” he grunted. He shook his head to quiet the voice in his mind that was on the verge of ruining his nut, when it invaded his thoughts with the time. He held firm to the image on Nakida’s full, soft lips, licking her painted mouth, the way she would glance at him as if she was challenging him every time their gazes met, the sound of her husky voice, and the way her ass swayed.
“Oh God, yess…I need it,” he panted as he thrusted his hips, causing the large tip of his cock to tap on the back of the girl’s throat. She held on to his muscular thighs for dear life until she felt a stream of thick, hot liquid shoot into her mouth and down her throat. His wet dick popped from her mouth to slap against his ripped abs.
“See, I told you I would make you happy,” she smiled. Jakobe leaned forward to drop a kiss on her forehead. There she was patting herself on the back, when she didn’t have a damn thing to do with his orgasm. He could have cum in the shower like he had done a few times already, since seeing Nakida.
“That you did,” he chuckled, determined to spare her feelings. Slowly, he got to his feet.
“Well, I’ll just see my way out, then,” the girl mumbled. He blinked at the sound of her voice. He had dismissed her, just that fast. He went into the speech he had perfected of the years. He thanked her for a fun night, wished her the best, and saw her to the room door as he asked for one of his house staff to call her a cab. It was time to skin this cat. If the damn man didn’t sign those fucking papers, he was going to make a few calls to encourage the old asshole to do so.
“Get your shit together,” Nakida repeated for the fourth time to her reflection in the steamy bathroom mirror.
She quickly rubbed the tears that seemed to keep falling, thanks to the memory that kept replaying in her mind. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had the same argument that she had last night, but for some reason, the timing just got her wrong. It caused her to have a restless night, and an emotional morning. She sipped on the orange juice and vodka mix as she stared down the woman in the mirror. This was her third drink in the last 20 minutes. She knew she had to get herself under control, because she doubted she would be able to fully function if she had another drink. She was already starting to feel the effects of the mixed drinks.
Her brown eyes went to the top cabinet drawer. She knew the help she needed was in there. As a matter of a fact, the drawer was filled with a five-month supply of mind and mood altering drugs that had been prescribed to her. At first, she had been thankful for them, until the side effects kicked in, one of them being a strong numbness that left it almost impossible for her to achieve an orgasm. Of course, some people would have said, who cares. However, the thought of losing the one thing that she still find joy in, wasn’t a tradeoff that she was willing to make. Instead, she chose to self-medicate with liquor and the weed plants she grew in her wall garden.
Quickly, she gulped down the other half of her drink, bringing the glass down hard onto the marble countertop. She checked the integrity of her cornrows to ensure they would hold up under her high-priced lace front wig. She hated the fact that she had to hide her natural thick hair, but in the world she navigated through, it was necessary. It had been hard enough to get to the point she was at with her being black and a woman. The rich people she helped to make richer would have lost their minds if the person handling their millions had black pride to the point that she wore her hair natural. It was a shame that something so dumb could ruin a career, but it was true. They wanted to not feel threatened. Therefore, she had to play the part of the smart, token black within the firm.
Ten minutes later, her makeup was applied, and her lace front wig with the fine baby hair was laid. She laughed at the joke that Tavis Smiley and his crazy morning crew said as she strolled into her closet. If she hadn’t been so tipsy, she would have thought twice about the plumb colored wrapped dress that stopped above her knees. She held it for a second in front of her glancing into the full-length mirror. Her legs glistened from the perfume infused shea butter she had put on after her bath. With a shrug, she jerked the dress from the hanger to put it on. She needed this. After all, today was the today that she was going to close the deal.
Once again, the other people within the firm couldn’t bring home the cookie. It still pissed her off that she had to play fifth chair on a deal that she constructed. The men took the pats on the back, and went to the celebration meals, while she picked up her briefcase to disappear in the shadows. She was the unsung hero. The only thing that put a smile on her face was knowing that her bonus from the deals were larger than those of her male counterparts. That was one thing she had to give to Major. He was fair. Him being a black man, himself, he took a chance on her. Many others had turned her away due to her lack of education, despite her years of experience. He had said that she talked the talk, that she had the walk, and the professionalism that was needed, therefore she was hired. Hell, he had even gone as far as presenting her with an expensive forgery of degrees from places she had to Google to display on her office wall. When she had questioned him, he had put his finger to his lips and said “don’t ask.”
Jumping in her candy red Lexus Rc50, she pushed the button overhead to open the sunroof before she put the car in gear. No longer in the mood for the morning show antics, Nakida started the playlist on the iPod she kept hooked up to the car’s radio system. It wasn’t long before she was rapping and singing along to Lil Wayne’s “Da Da”, as she weaved in and out of traffic. She knew that the fast beats of the music, combined with the vodka coursing through her would keep the clouds at bay until she made it to the office where the meeting was being held. After that, she would kick into business mode, which would no longer allow for the nightmares of her life to take center stage. It was only in the quiet hours did they seem to raise their evil head to torment her.
Feeling the bass, she turned the music up to drown out the other idling cars surrounding her at the light. She didn’t give a damn if the other people in their cars were watching her. She was doing all that she could to keep her alcohol and music induced happiness. Then again, she might have thought twice, if she had known that she was being watched by the person in the blacked-out Cadillac to the left of her.
Jakobe had glanced up with a deep frown on his face at the sound of the loud music, and singing going on to his right. The expression of annoyance quickly became one of slack jawed amazement. He blinked his eyes in disbelief as he leaned forward to confirm what his eyes were seeing.
“You know her?” asked the driver.
“I... I believe I do,” he chuckled as he shook his head in surprise. He began to laugh at her movements as she danced to the music that was escaping through her open sunroof and cracked front windows.
“What the hell is she doing?” he mumbled to himself.
“I think that was doing the cabbage patch. Damn, she took it back with that one,” answered the driver before he took off from the light.
“Keep up with her,” ordered Jakobe, while he tapped the leather headrest in front of him.
He couldn’t believe that this was the same woman that rarely smiled. If she did, it was more of a look that made her look like a stuck up know-it-all, yet here she was singing, driving very aggressively, and dancing very poorly on her way to a multi-million-dollar meeting. Each time the light turned red, the driver made sure to inch up enough to give them both a clear view of the show she was giving. The fact that she didn’t even care that she was making a fool out of herself was refreshing to say the least.
“I would love to have her at my party.”
“Yeah, I agree,” whispered Jakobe.
He leaned back in his seat, slowly, while he tried to process what he had just witnessed.
Could it all have been an act? he wondered.
He knew all about that. Because of his status, he had taken to social media as a way of being normal, and to remain in touch with the person he once was, but couldn’t very will show to the public. Most of the people within the private group of over 600 members, Sensual Secrets, were all local, like-minded people that were in the same boat as him. It was through that group that he found the women he would fuck around with, because they had secrets, and important lives that they needed to protect as well. He reached into his suit jacket, and retrieved his wallet to remove a crisp 50-dollar bill.
“Get me there before she does,” he ordered, waving the money in the air for the driver to see.
With a smile, the man stepped on the pedal to do just as he demanded. Jakobe jumped out the car when it came to a stop under the covered entry way in front of the tall, glass building. He waved the doorman away, having no desire to enter at the moment. He kept his blues trained on the road, as he waited for her to pull into the parking lot. He took note of the fact that her music was turned off, and she had replaced the jovial smile she had while driving with the stern look he had come to expect on her beautiful face.
Nakida’s arched eyebrow went up at the sight of Jakobe O’Farrell staring at her, walking across the parking lot toward the front doors. Her eyes traveled over his fit body. He looked more like a model that should be featured in a magazine, than someone that should be walking around in public. From his tan skin to his piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair, the man was fine as fuck. He didn’t have to hide his shape behind extra layers of clothing. Instead, his light grey suit was cut to bring notice to his muscular body and tight ass. It had been the highlight of her day to watch that ass of his whenever he got up to leave the room. In fact, she had chosen a seat that gave her the best view of him during the hours long meetings that seemed to drag out. She knew that he wanted to fuck her, which didn’t bother her. She would be willing, if he wasn’t friends with her boss.
She went through great lengths to keep up the image she had created for herself. While the men in the circles she worked in were celebrated for the women they could bed, the women, on the other hand, were seen as bitches and sluts. Too many times she had overheard the men laugh and swap stories days after they had been with the girls within the office, or the female clients that had given them a bonus of the sexual kind. She knew that the men began a rumor that she was a lesbian, which was fine with her. She preferred to be thought of as a career driven, angry, black dike, if that’s what it took to be taken seriously.
“It’s not a good thing to play hooky from your deal,” she said, still a good distance off.
His gaze traveled from her pointe black leather six inch heels, up her sheer, off black stockings, to linger on her body as her hips swayed, bringing her closer to him. His eyebrow went up a notch looking at the dress that clung to her body. It had an instant effect on his cock and it began to harden. He felt her heated gaze on his groin. Even if he wanted to, there was no way of hiding his erection in his tailored pants. He fought to keep the annoyance from his face at the knowing smile that formed on her painted lips.
“The old man is really going to hate you if you go into the meeting showing that off,” she chuckled.
“It would only take a few minutes to feed it,” he smiled, towering over her.
She tsked while she shook her head in mocked sadness.
“That’s really disappointing to know. I suggest you keep that a secret,” she replied, as she walked through the door that he held open for her.
There was no denying the change in her that morning. She seemed more relaxed, with the goofy grin that hung on her lips. It made him desire to be in her presence as long as he could. His mind raced for a topic to keep the conversation going while they waited for one of the elevators to open. He followed her close behind to get on. He held up his hands to the other people that tried to get on as he pushed the golden button to close the double doors.
“That wasn’t nice,” Nakida said, eyeing him.
Jakobe shrugged his broad shoulders.
“I still have this to tend to,” he pointed out.
He watched as she narrowed her eyes while she watched him grip and reposition his dick. Without a word, she stared, shamelessly. He tilted his head, dropping his hand to his side. It excited him that she didn’t back away from him when he closed the distance between them.
“You’re different today,” he began.
“Maybe I got some last night,” she teased.
Her throat went dry at the rage that flashed in his blue eyes before he hid it behind his hooded lids. She breathed deeply.
“Honestly, it’s knowing that you will have your victory today that has me giddy,” she explained.
“Humm,” he moaned.
She didn’t like the way he was looking at her. His eyes bore into her as if he could read her thoughts.
Or my desires, a voice echoed in her head. She shifted, and took a step back.
“Don’t clam up now, Nakida. Not just when I when you were becoming so likeable,” he teased, invading her body space.
“I think you should prepare for the door to open,” she suggested.
“Why do I care?”
“I don’t fuck at the same table I eat.”
“You and I should have dinner together,” he whispered. He touched her hip with his finger, which sent an electric charge through her entire body. “I’ll sit between those thick thighs of yours, and tongue fuck you in both of your holes until you fill my mouth with your cum.”
The bass in his voice was acting like fingers to stroke her pussy, which caused it to rain down its nectar onto the cotton lining of her thong. She wished to God she hadn’t drank so much that morning, because she was having a hard time controlling her impulses. Before she knew it, she had reached her finger up to touch his full lips like she had dreamt of doing every time he spoke during the meeting. Jakobe’s eyes darkened at her response. He pressed into her. He cursed the fact that elevator was slowing down. Quickly, he seized her finger, putting the tip in his mouth to suck hard before he let it slip out.
“Now… imagine me applying that to your clit,” he groaned. He felt her body stiffen, which made him wonder if she was going to retreat into her shell.
“I would eat your ass alive,” she hissed.
This time, it was him that stiffened from shock, due to the heat that those six words she had uttered created within him. He narrowed his eyes. He reached back toward the gold-plated panel on the side to keep the elevator doors from opening, but he was too late. Nakida chuckled at the stream of curse words he let fly as she walked around him and exited.
By the time he entered the packed room, she had already positioned herself in a chair along the wall, away from the table. He might have overlooked her choice in seating before, but not today. He had her scent. Not only that, but she had challenged him in a way that no other woman had ever done before. There was no way he was going to let it go. He was going to find a way to make her his lover.
“Get up,” he grunted. He bit his bottom lip to keep the anger he felt at her mocking stare from coming to the surface.
“Excuse me.”
“I never liked you sitting back here like some damn servant.”
“Well, I am a slave to the man,” she pointed out as she nodded in Major’s direction.
“Let me elevate you to the big house,” he mumbled. Not taking no for an answer, he pulled her to her feet by her arm.
“My stuff,” she complained while he dragged her along.
Jakobe sighed, but only paused long enough for her to grab her things before he pushed their way through the people.
“Your seat,” he said with a beaming smile, holding it out for her to ensure she sat next to him.
Stiffly, Nakida slid into the chair. He could care less about the cold glare in her eyes when he sat in the seat that had been reserved for him at the end of the long conference table. He knew she would be on her best behavior with so many people in the room with them. However, he had no intention on being good. He was going to use her being so close to him to his advantage. He constantly caressed her leg under the table to make sure she didn’t forget about him. It took everything within him not to burst out into fits of laugher at her attempts to run away from his touch until she finally realized she was defeated.
Nakida smiled in his direction as he pulled at her dress. She marveled over the fact that he was able to keep such a straight face for the men surrounding them. She was sure that he would be able to even convince the Devil himself that he was a saint. His deep voice answered the questions poised to him, while each slow tug brought the hem of her dress further and further up her leg. Still in a teasing mood, she let her legs part. She took note of the smile that formed on his lips due to her reaction. She watched him shift in his chair, leaning more toward her which gave him a better reach. She licked her lips as his strong hands touched her stocking covered thigh. She clicked the button on her pen to expose the sharp tip of the fine ballpoint pen, and waited until she was sure he was going to reach the promise land that was stationed between her thighs.
“Son of a bitch,” groaned Jakobe as he snatched his hand back.
Those near them turned to see what had happened. Jakobe glared at the black ink mark that was left on his hand which marked the spot that was throbbing in pain from her stabbing him. His blue eyes narrowed before they moved to lock on her beautiful, smiling face.
“Are you alright,” she taunted in mocked concerning.
She could see his chiseled jaw working in anger. With a shrug, she turned away to focus on the meeting. It was good that someone was, because he sure as hell wasn’t. He kept recalling the rush of excitement he experienced when his hand touched her body. He examined her openly. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why the hell he wanted this woman? It wasn’t as if she had the golden pussy.
Maybe it’s because she looks as if she could eat you alive, a voice in his mind spoke up.
He bit down on his lip hard to stifle the moan that was in the back of his throat. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the low ache that started in his nuts to run the full length of his cock. It pissed him off that Nakida, of all people, had gotten his blood up, unlike any other women had since his youth. There was no sense in him trying to continue to ignore the fact any longer.
“What the hell is that old man demanding now?” questioned Jakobe, softly, so only she could hear.
A chill ran through her at the feel of his hot breath on her ear. My Lord, he smells so good, her lustful inner voice pointed out.
“That old man, as you called him, is making a play for more money,” she answered. She could hear the sound of his pearly white teeth scraping, due to him grinding them.
“I see I’m going to have to go with plan B.”
“Oh, you have a plan? Let’s hear it,” she suggested.
“I’m going to threaten him to make sure he signs by the end of the day.”
Nakida chuckled. He had said it so calmly that she was sure he was joking. However, there was something in his expression that gave her pause. There was a dangerousness about him that most men in his financial upper echelon didn’t possess. She instantly understood the saying about every girl needing to experience one bad boy in their lifetime to have really lived.
“Luckily, it won’t come to that,” she responded at last.
Jakobe lifted one of his eyebrows.
“What’s in that black folder in front of Major, will be the nail in the coffin,” she promised.
He narrowed his gaze before he sat back in the leather chair to wait.
“Let me stop this long speech,” drawled Major with a deep eye roll.
“I think what you have been doing here is very nasty, and it seems I’m not the only one that feels this way. Apparently, Juanita, and a…” he paused to open the file in front of him.
“Hell, I’m not even going to attempt to say her name, but you know whom I am referring to, right Mr. Coleman? Anyway, these two women were highly pissed to find out that you’ve been dicking around when you could have signed these papers days ago, which would have given you millions. I don’t think they are going to wait too much longer to receive the payments that haven’t come since.”
He paused again to glance down at the papers.
“Since March,” he continued.
“That’s one long ass time to keep quiet about your secret families, don’t you agree?”
“That is a personal matter that has nothing to do with these proceedings,” spat Coleman’s chief lawyer.
“In business, everything matters,” replied Major. He hadn’t taken his eyes off the now beet red old man.
“Normally, I would have said this in private, but you…Mr. Coleman, have earned a special spot on my shit list because of this monkey circus that has cost my client a lot of time. Mr. Wiseman won’t be upping his offer. There isn’t an extra bonus, but because of the boat load of love children that you have in Brazil that you aren’t taking care of, my client will be issuing stock in the names of your children to ensure that they get something out of this multimillion dollar deal,” growled Major.
The silence in the room stretched out like a blanket. The sound of the clock ticking on the wall seemed to echo throughout the still room. Jakobe’s eyes went to Nakida when she began to slip her purse on her shoulder as she readied herself to leave. She obviously wasn’t fazed by Mr. Coleman’s stone expression. She knew that the man was going to sign. A split second later, the top of the pen that sat next to the packet of papers in front of the man could be heard being popped off. Major got to his feet, and extended his hand to the lawyer that had challenged him. The two shook hands while Mr. Wiseman continued to sign off on the papers to relinquish his mall empire to Jakobe.
“Amazing,” he said in awe, as he towered over Nakida.
The air of life returned to the room as the other occupants got to their feet to chat and move around. He nodded his head to a very happy Major. He caught the little glance he and Nakida shared before he turned back to speak to someone.
“You did that,” smiled Jakobe.
“Yes, I did.”
“Then why didn’t you play this card days ago?”
“I don’t like going straight for the throat. It makes for messy kills.”
“Maybe you just wanted to continue to get sneak peeks of me during the meeting,” he suggested. “Oh, don’t play coy. I caught you a few times,” he pressed.
She tossed back her head in laughter. It was the first time he had ever heard her do so. Her normally husky voice rose a few octaves higher to create a jovial sound. He found himself chuckling, even though she was laughing at him. She quickly caught herself.
“Why do that…hide the person you really are?” he frowned.
When she tilted her head, he leaned toward her.
“I like Lil Wayne, too.”
It took her a few seconds to catch on to the meaning behind his words. The sound of his laugh rung out. Her expression was priceless.
“Oh yeah… my driver and I enjoyed the show.”
“I was—”
“Being yourself, instead of the bitch you’re usually are,” he finished for her.
“I’m not a bitch,” she hissed.
“If you say so,” he smirked.
Nakida opened her mouth to speak, but shut it at the sight of Mr. Wiseman’s lawyer approaching. She wondered why she would even care what his opinion of her was. She was nothing to him. He was a rich man that felt as if that entitled him to everything, including her.
“Congratulations,” the tall, blonde man said to her.
Jakobe narrowed his gaze at the placement of man’s hand on her back. He wanted to point out that he was the one that the lawyer should be congratulating, not her. Furthermore, what happened to the rage he had given Major just 15 minutes ago? He caught his hand moving to push the man back from his close position at Nakida’s side as if he was trying to dismiss Jakobe.
“So, no hard feelings,” replied Nakida.
She gave Jakobe a warning look that made him reconsider his actions.
“Of course, I had to make it look believable in front of the old man. Shit, I was doing the jig when you gave me the heads up about dropping that bomb. I’m pleased as punch. It’s not as if my cut was going to be more, no matter what the price tag. How about an early lunch? My treat,” the man offered. Jakobe didn’t give a damn is she shot lasers from her eyes. There was no fucking way she was going to leave with that asshole.
“She already accepted my offer to dine,” interjected Jakobe.
She knew better than to challenge him in front of the man. Jakobe wouldn’t think twice about showing out.
“Maybe next time,” she smiled, instead.
“I don’t foresee that happening either,” remarked Jakobe.
She bit her lip to stop the curse that was on the tip of her tongue.
“I’ll tell you what… I’ll let you finish up here. I’ll meet you at the restaurant,” she smirked.
Well played, thought Jakobe.
She was calling his bluff in front of the asshole. There was nothing he could do now, but watch her walk out the meeting with a shit eating grin on her face. He had put himself against a woman that had matched him. Not only that, she had managed to beat him. He wasn’t ready, but next time, he was determined to win.