A Red Apple (16 page)

Back at the Dorms

I am all smiles and a million dollars richer this morning as I make my way up to my room. Ernest had made me one happy woman last night and my ass is glowing. I’m sure Piper has had the chance to cool down and maybe now we will be able to talk about it. I take a deep breath and open the door to our room and Piper is nowhere to be found. All of her belongings are gone, her bed is stripped and
there is a letter on the desk where her laptop used to sit.

Brianna,

I can’t believe you would do me

like
this after all our years of

friendship
. But my mother always

told
me to be careful with you bc

you
always wanted everything I had.

I moved away off campus and don’t

bother calling me. I don’t want to ever

hear
from you or Zeke. And if I never

see
either one of you again, it will be to

soon
. I do hope he was worth it

because
you just lost a friend.

-P

I am looking at all of my hungry students sitting in their seats looking studious. I want to know what drives them because that is what the lesson plan will encompass today. I wonder if they are as greedy as I was when I was an undergraduate. I had gone places many people haven’t to get where I am today, financially. Yet I still work at this institution because there might be one more girl I need to strip for
me or one more female I need to recruit for my exclusive sex parties. And I know they will trust everything I say as their professor and do anything I ask of them. But is it the power I seek or the money or do I want to have it all?

“Greed.” I say aloud to my class as I write it on the chalkboard. “Who knows how this manifests itself into society?”

“It’s socially based in the sense that one sees his or her act as self preserving but although that may be good for the individual, it is harmful for society because we don’t care who starves in the process.” A young lady in my class says.

“Very good. So then what feeds greed?” I ask but no one answers. “Greed does people. Our never-ending, self-centered desires only leads us back around to the same road of the unsatisfied. So we want more and more and more but we never make it to that place of fullness because greed only seeks to serve itself.”

“But how is wanting more a bad thing Dr. James? Isn’t that why we are all here to get an education so that we can get more?” A young man asks me.

“I never said it was a bad thing sir. However, I don’t know why you all are here. I could take a few educated guesses but everyone’s motivation differs. I want more everyday but someone else in my shoes may feel as though they have achieved everything
they have ever wanted. Maybe I’m simply a product of the fight or flight society we live in. Today, because of the standard of living greediness stipulates, everyone follows the notion that some is okay, more is good and too much is better. Meaning we all go for the riches.” I state.

“Alright that’s it for today. For homework…I want a one page paper answering two questions 1) What were the early negative experiences with greed and 2) Misconceptions of greed.” I tell my students as they are all packing up to leave.

There are always the few young ladies that want to flirt with me and I give them the little attention they need. Then there are the few guys that want to ask me about becoming a member of Alpha Theta so I direct them to our fraternity website. The students that really need my help with the class are always a drag because this shit really isn’t that hard and I am ready to turn off the professional cap by the time I get to them. But then there are the young ladies like the one in front of me now that captivate me. She is a high yellow sister with freckles and red hair. She has an ass like Serena and there are a few things I can do with some booty like that. Especially since she is the last young lady in the class left to speak with me.

“Dr. James I don’t know if you know me. I’m Megan and you gave me a 75 on the exam this past week and I was wondering what I can do to bring my grade up?” She is grinning and I can’t tell what she’s really asking of me.

“That depends on what your willing to do?” I decide to throw the invitation out there safely.

“Well
, I will do anything you ask. Honest.” She throws her right hand in the air. She’s an innocent girl, not exactly what I thought initially but this is fine too. She will say yes to me.

“Is that right?” I walk around and post up on my desk. I’m in her personal space now watching her breast rise and fall. Her breathing is picking up and that’s always a good sign. “I don’t believe you’re that compliant Megan.”

“I always do what I am suppose to Dr. James and I cannot make less than a B in all my classes for scholarship purposes. So I need to know what I can do. Volunteer work? Extra credit? You name it and it’s done.” She says.

“I don’t think you understand.” I say grabbing a handful of her as
s and pulling her into me with brute force. “I want this.”

“I don’t know what to say.” She whispers nervously looking in any direction but my eyes.

“Look at me Megan.” I demand. I smile when she does what I say. “Say yes to me.”

“This is so wrong Dr. James. I have to sleep with you to get a B?” She’s tremblin
g but her eyes say it all. She’s afraid to say yes but she wants to.

“But it feels right doesn’t it?” I say unbuckling her pants and pulling them down slowly. “You can stop me whenever you want.”

“But I have a boyfriend and you’re way older than me, plus you’re my instructor.” She says as I rub the back of my knuckles against her camel toe. She is very wet and her nipples are protruding through her shirt.

“Yeah I understand all that but y
ou haven’t asked me to stop.” I say seductively while moving her panties to the side and sliding two of my fingers inside of her. “Say yes to me.”

“
Oooooo.” A soft moan escapes her lips and I know I have her now. I’m massaging her clit with my thumb and twisting my middle and index finger around inside her dripping wet box. She is like putty in my hands. “It feels good.”

“Y
es I know.” I pull my fingers out of her and wipe them down on the side of my pants.

“Wait! What are you doing?” She is panicking and I already know why. She wants more but I wont give it to her because I need her to beg for it the next time. “Keep going.”

“Bossy huh? So much for that boyfriend of yours and the age difference.” I tease with a slight chuckle. “Pull your pants back up.”

“No
! I want you to finish what you started, now, please.” She demands and plants a kiss on my lips.

She starts grabbing at my rock hard dick and licking on my neck. This girl is by far the bravest one of them all. I sit and let her have her way because I want to see just how far she will go. I need some new pussy anyway because I’m sexually frustrated behind Piper refusing to give me any or take my calls or respond to my texts. Who the fuck does she think she is
, rejecting me? I’m getting pissed the fuck off just thinking about how much I want to bang Piper’s addictive ass pussy up. These bitches I have been fucking with are all typical ass hoes, with ran through ass pussies.

“Suck my dick.” I grab Megan’s neck.

She drops to her knees instantly and begins to pull down my pants. She licks my dick up and takes me into her mouth. Her head is decent but she isn’t knocking my socks off. I might cum so I will stand here and see what her mouthpiece is capable of. I am watching her amateur ass choke on my dick like a rookie. The shit is so hilarious it’s beginning to turn me off. My dick is still hard so I will let her suck until her jaws ache.

The classroom door swings open and it’s Piper. Her eyes are big and she is not too happy with the position I am in. Megan looks terrified down
there on the floor and she isn’t sucking me up anymore. I stand still and wait for whatever move Piper is about to make. If she takes off, I’m running after her but I hope she doesn’t. I know it’s coming as soon as she gathers her thoughts. I have already hurt her enough so I can’t read the expression she’s giving me. Megan has finally pulled her pants back up and is standing beside me. That’s a good thing because Piper is walking towards us now.

“I went to your office and you weren’t there and this was your last class so I came to see if you were here so I can give you this.” She reaches in her back
pocket and hands me the anklet I gave her for her birthday 2 months ago. Then she turns around like such a lady and I know she is about to walk away but I need to talk to her.

“Piper let me explain.” I grab her waist to stop her.

“Explain what Zeke? My ex best friend or this bitch?” She points at Megan.

“I’m going to get out of here Dr. James.” Megan says trying to make a smooth exit to the left.

Manhattan

A very valued old friend contacted me saying we need to sit down and chat so I’m in the big apple. I don’t care to be up here for any reason but I owe the nigga for putting me through college. I have paid him back with interest so I’m wondering what this rendezvous is all about. Those Jamaicans don’t play so I will be lying if I say I
ain’t apprehensive. However, if them niggas talking about that murder business then some heads are about to roll. I’m not going out like no sucker ass nigga and that’s real talk. I haven’t used the heater in a minute but my trigger finger has been feeling itchy lately. Them niggas already know the body count on my resume so I don’t need to prove myself but I will if I have to. And just like I’m not afraid to take a life I damn sure ain’t afraid to lose one.

I’m at the Truman
International on Central Park in Manhattan. I stay here often when I’m in the city because it’s some official nigga type shit. I always book the Executive City room because it has everything I need.
The bedroom is spacious with a luxurious king-sized bed. I have a few toys to keep me busy like the 55-inch flat panel HDTV with a Blu-ray player or the iPod docking station. My suite has a separate living room with a double-size sofa bed, dining room that has a handcrafted crystal chandelier hanging over the table, and a full European-style kitchen with modern appliances. I can’t begin to describe the impressive view of the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows so I wont even try.

I’m chilling on the couch with my feet kicked up. I got Courvoisier and coke in my cup so I’m feeling real good. I have flown
in an infamous stripper from a club out in L.A. by the name of China X to come up and put a show on for me. This sister is not too bad on the eyes. She’s mixed with Asian and black and has long, jet-black hair. Her body is sick. Her ass is fat, waste is small and her thighs are thick. She has some small titties but I’m more of an ass man anyway. She is clapping her ass cheeks in my face with no hands and I’m smacking that donk.

“That’s right! Make it clap shorty!” I say sprinkling five hundred in dollar bills on her
gyrating booty.

“How do you like this?” She asks as she pulls her right leg straight up in the air like a ballerina. All I see is pretty, shaven pink flesh and my dick is hard.

“Oh damn. Like that?” I say rubbing my hands against her exposed inner thighs. Then I stick three fingers in the pussy to assess the quality and start moving them like I’m stroking the strings of a harper.

“
Uggghhh.” She moans with her leg still in the air.

“Spread that pussy just like this right he
re on the table.” I instruct pointing to the edge of the dining room table.

Seeing a woman naked,
in the split position on a table is like watching a masterpiece unfold. Them big ass apples sitting in my face asking to be stuffed is an insatiable plea. Her backside is to me so I begin to massage her shoulders with the pressure I feel she needs. Her nipples are erect so I allow my hands to drop down further to squeeze on her titties. I flick my thumbs up and down over her nipples causing them to stiff up even more. “Oh you are good Zeke.” She sighs passionately. I pull her back just a tad bit so I can let my hands explore further south. “I get that a lot ma.” I smile and bury my head into her neck so I can lick and kiss on her. I rub her stomach and stroke her inner thighs with my skilled hands. Once I make it to the pretty pink slit my fingers invade her. I curl them up inside her any which way causing her to shiver. “Hold still.” I say in her ear. Her box is sloppy wet and when I begin to hastily strum her clitoris she can’t take it anymore. I know because her pussy is swelling up around my digits. “You like it when I play with this pussy?” I talk dirty to send her over the edge. “Ahhhhh…Oooooo...Mmmmm.” She moans and her muscles go into uncontrollable orgasmic spasms.

I push her all the way forward and consider how I will go ab
out taking her. I grab her hips and pull her back some so her pussy is slightly hanging off the edge of the table for easier access. I throw on a condom and press my dick into her and the feeling of me parting her pussy lips causes me to growl. “Fuckin’ pussy is taking this dick well girl.” Damn this pussy is hot and wet. She should have her own lubrication line because this amount of ample juiciness is new to me. I begin pounding her ass relentlessly. “I love it. Fuck this pussy harder nigga!” She demands. If that’s what she wants, I will give it to her. I grab her mouth forcefully to muffle out the sounds she is about to make when I really beat the box up. “Take. This. Dick. Bitch.” I crash into her harder and harder with every word. I am definitely handling this pussy rougher than any I have ever had. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound of me slamming my dick in and out of her viciously is stupefying. Her screaming is stifled and I can feel her tears roll down my hand that is covering her mouth. I slow down because I know she is about to cum again and remove my hand so I can hear her sing. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…Fuck yes!” She cries out as she climaxes. I speed up because mine is in the near future. A few more strokes and I squint my face to let my hot load shoot out.