DEANDRE
I sat anxiously in the parking lot of Wendy’s for what seemed like damn hours for Shariece to show up. She must have thought I was playing when I’d told her ass that I would show the video to the director of the English Department. If she didn’t give me what I wanted, I would run that shit all the way up to the dean if I had to. She wouldn’t be able to get a job changing diapers after I was done dragging her cradle-robbing ass through the mud. She’d better show if she didn’t want me to fuck her shit up. I knew if I saw Emjay’s high-yellow ass, all fuckin’ bets are off. I would like to think that someone who’s as educated as her ain’t that damn stupid. I hadn’t stopped watching the video since I got it home to watch it the day I took it. I’d jacked off twice to the bitch before even coming to meet her. I was sitting in my Xterra chilling, tearing up the twenty-piece nuggets as I waited on Shariece. Since I skipped lunch, a sausage McGriddle from Mickey D’s was all I had to eat the whole day. Ain’t nothing more embarrassing than sitting in a lecture course of three hundred people, elbow to damn elbow, and have your stomach growling.
I had to play this shit right if I wanted to get what I wanted out of Shariece. It would be some shit she couldn’t and wouldn’t refuse unless she wanted the video to be sent to her higher-up. I tossed the last sweet n’ sour-dipped nugget in my mouth when I noticed a silver Sequoia pull into the Wendy’s parking lot. “It’s her.” I sank into the front seat of my SUV to make sure Shariece didn’t see me. “Damn, she’s fine.”
She was wearing a black skirt with a gray blouse. I adjusted my dick in my baggy denim, Southpole shorts as I watched her slink her fine ass through the double-glass tinted doors. Those were the very titties that Emjay was sucking on, the same sexy legs he had hiked on his shoulders as he fucked her on her desk in her office. Hell, I thought I was going to pop off right there in the car. It wouldn’t be the first time. I bet she could make a brother blow his nut by just the bat of her eyelashes. It oughta be a capital offense for a woman to look that good. It was bad enough she had me brick-hard three days a week when I could barely walk out of her class without my dick busting through my shorts. I haven’t kept my hand off my dick all semester because of Shariece. I betcha her and Emjay fuck every night. The way they were fucking in her office, she looked like one of these women who has several orgasms. I would gorilla-fuck that bitch to the floor, split her ass in two if she fucked with me. They don’t come no finer than Shariece.
I should have known something was up with the two of them. I sat across the class from Emjay, and noticed how he looked at her, licking his lips and shit whenever she walked past, grabbing at his dick under the desk.
I put the paper and sweet n’ sour condiments in the empty Wendy’s bag got out and locked the door. I pulled at my crotch to free up some room for my dick to hang. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her pretty face when I told her it was me that had put her and Emjay on some Candid Camera shit. Shariece didn’t peg me as the kind of woman who didn’t like to be kept waiting. I looked over at her sitting in one of the booth seats at the rear of the dining room, nervously checking her watch. As I walked toward her, she noticed me instantly. “Hey, Ms. Mills.”
“Deandre, hey, how you doin’?” She looked out of the window like she was waiting on someone else; not knowing that I was the one she was waiting on so impatiently.
“Would you mind if I sat down?”
“Um . . . actually—.”
“Thank you. My feet are killing me. I just walked all the way over here from Lake Bradford.”
“So how are you?” Shariece asked.
“I can’t complain. I’m ready for this semester to be over, so I can go home for the holidays.”
“Are you from Tallahassee?”
“God, no. I’m from Jersey. Most of my family’s from up there. I have family scattered all over, though.”
“Any plans for Thanksgiving?”
“I’ll most likely head up to Jersey to spend a few weeks with the fam.”
“Sounds like fun. How’s your semester going so far?”
“Well, if I get my way, I should graduate with a 3.8 GPA.”
“That’s great. Do you know what school you want to transfer to, or do you plan to go to school in Tallahassee?”
“I’ve applied to a few film schools in California and New York, so I have my fingers crossed.”
“Those are great schools. Any one of them would be lucky to have you.”
I was falling for this act of her pretending to give a damn about me.
“Thank you, and yeah, I hope so. A couple of my teachers wrote me some great recommendation letters. The schools are hard to get into.”
“You just need to be positive and it will happen.”
“I try. I’ll see what happens. Well, enough about me. What’s up with you? I know you’ll be glad the semester’s over.”
“You have no idea. I’m up to my neck in grading, teaching and faculty meetings.”
“Got any plans yourself for Thanksgiving?”
“Not really. I think I’m going to have a nice, relaxing holiday at the house.”
“Fucking Emjay?” I asked.
Shariece paused and looked at me with a shocked expression on her face. “Excuse me?”
“I see the way he looks at you in class.”
I could tell that something was sinking in.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and you better be glad we’re in this lobby and not in my classroom.”
“You know what, you’re right. That was out of line. I didn’t mean to say that. Your business is your business.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“So does the director of the English Department know that you’re fucking one of your students?”
Shariece stared at me with a kind of mean grimace. “This conversation is over.”
When she got up, I grabbed her hard by her arm. “You might want to think about closing your blinds in your office.”
As soon as I said that, her face turned stone white like all the blood had rushed from that pretty face of hers. She sat back down in front of me.
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
“I gotta give it to you. You can suck a mean dick.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You didn’t seem like such a prude when you were taking it up the ass over your desk in your office.”
Shariece nervously began to twirl a ring around the finger of her right hand. “What the hell do you want?”
“That’s good; I like a woman who cuts right to the point. Let’s see. To start off, I want a glowing recommendation letter from you. I’m talking Ivy League good. I want that shit to sound like the president wrote it.”
“Is that it?”
“I want a taste of what you gave Emjay.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re an educated woman, so when you try to play dumb with me, it doesn’t go over too well, so let’s not play this game. I want some of that good pussy that your little boyfriend gets a taste of every night.”
“You must have me mistaken for somebody else, because I’m not the one who responds to threats.”
I tugged my phone out of the front pocket of my shorts, and opened the attachment of the video I had sent to Shariece. “Suit yourself.” I showed her the video. “Now can you imagine the look on the director’s face and on the faces of your colleagues when they see you spread eagle on your desk in the office, getting rimmed by a student? Your career—hell, your life in Tallahassee—would be over. And once I release it on the Internet, this will follow you for the rest of your life.”
“Cut it off.”
“Are you sure? I love the part where you—”
“I said cut it off.”
“You’re really flexible. What, are you a gymnast as a pastime?”
“So if I do what you want, you’ll hand over the flash drive that the video is on?”
“Once I get the letter, and you give me the fuck of the century, I’ll give you the flash drive the video is on.”
“And how in the hell do I know that you’ll keep your word?”
“Once we’re done fucking like rabbits, you can watch me erase any copies.”
“How do I know you haven’t sent a copy of that video to my boss?”
“Damn, you have some serious trust issues, don’t you, ma?”
Shariece looked at me like she wanted to rip my throat open. “You come here and blackmail me with a video you took of me and Emjay, tell me that if I don’t sleep with you, you will send the video to my boss and colleagues. You’re damn right, I don’t trust you.”
The bass in Shariece’s tone was enough to make a few heads turn toward the direction of our table.
“Look, you wouldn’t have a job right now had I sent the video to your boss.”
“Fuck you.”
“In due time, but let me give you my phone number to call me.” I jotted it down on a napkin. “Once you’ve made your decision, holler at me. And I don’t have to tell you to keep this on the low from Emjay. If I get wind that you have uttered so much as a syllable to him about our arrangement, I won’t only make sure the director of the English Department gets this video, I’ll put it all over the Internet. Hell, I’ll throw a fucking film festival if I have to until everyone at the school knows what you two did.”
“You’re sick, you know that?”
“Think about it, and who knows, I might be a better fuck than Emjay.”
“Tell you what, why don’t you go fuck yourself.” Shariece stormed off through the dining area through the double-glass tinted doors.