Between Sisters (22 page)

I found a really nice place on Roosevelt Island to call home. It has a view of Queens and Manhattan that is to die for. At night, the Queens Bridge is lit up like a sparkling diamond necklace, and Manhattan looks like a scene from the movie
The Wiz
when they were dancing in Emerald City. I can even see into Brooklyn. I spend so much time on my balcony getting lost in my thoughts while absorbing the wondrous views. It makes me think I have arrived somewhere. I’ve definitely come far away from that silly kid in high school who opened her legs for any of those boys trying to experiment on real pussy. Now I have graduated to owning two high-end boutiques, real estate, a stock portfolio, and two vehicles. I’m a long damn way from the hood, and the part of D.C. I started in was just that––the hood. But, look at me now, all you hating-ass bitches. You called me a whore, but I’m the good whore that your man pays to fuck, and more than likely, it’s your money he’s using to pay me. Enough to pay for this wonderful view along with the one I have from my D.C. condo.

My Roosevelt Island condo is convenient to the city. It’s also much better for parking my truck than in Manhattan. I could just hop over to the city by train or tram, and go from there. One of my “special men” got a corporate apartment in the city near my boutique for me. I use it to store Kelly for the time being while she’s here working on this grand opening. When Kelly is not around, it’s a meeting place for me and him. No one comes to my home on Roosevelt Island. You never play where you sleep.

My D.C. men who really miss me find their way to New York to see me. Right now, I don’t have time to make for them when I do breeze through D.C. So, now, I have added a couple more very generous New York men to my roster.

I must say, I have some very generous tricks that helped make all of this possible, with the inclusion of Robert’s forty thousand dollars a pop. Since our rendezvous in Philly, I’ve hooked up with him four more times, and I upped the price. That’s because he started wanting more. I never had a clue his pockets were so deep, but now I know.

If Shawnee would have known before about his fat bank account, I bet she would’ve pulled out all the stops to hold onto her husband and not have him in the streets chasing pussy. Shawnee likes to consider herself a freak just because she likes to have sex. No, freaky is some of the shit I have to do to keep my freaky-ass tricks happy. Sometimes it feels good to the coochie, and other times it doesn’t. Even more so, you can’t be judgmental or make them feel like something is wrong with their desires or fantasies.

Hell, I didn’t set out to take Robert from Shawnee. Their marriage was long broken before I was with him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come sniffing out my pussy at any price. I’m just a businesswoman trying to get paid. Fuck all of that other bullshit. And if I can get my pussy serviced properly during the process, then that’s an all-around win for me. Robert services the pussy properly, so how Shawnee could let his ass slip through her fingers will always be a mystery to me. Guess she just wasn’t freaky enough for the man.

After the last time with Robert, I figured out why Shawnee couldn’t keep him satisfied. He is into some freaky shit that he’d be ashamed for someone to know about. I guess he feels more comfortable with me as a prostitute, to know his secrets are just as safe as mine. It was one thing when he wanted me to piss all over him, but he took the cake when he asked me to shit on him. I couldn’t get with that program. Instead, he inserted his fingers into my ass so he could smell and taste his fingers. Thankfully, I had nipped that whole kissing me in the mouth thing after the first occasion.

He also gets off on role playing. One moment, he’s the bad boy who needs to be spanked, and another moment, I’m the bad girl who needs to be spanked with his “big” dick. I’m like, “If you say so!” He also likes to do the “stranger” role playing. We’re supposed to be two strangers who just met and can’t keep our hands off of one another. Robert would have me strap up and fuck him in the ass. It didn’t stop him from enjoying my tits and my pussy. He just wants to be able to experience the same “wonderful sensation” that I enjoy when taking it in the ass. I’d be surprised to see what he comes up with next.

When we do meet, I still have him meeting me in Philly. I don’t want him to know I’m in New York. He’d be a thorn in my side that I couldn’t get rid of. As long as he keeps having forty thousand to give, I’m going to keep on taking it.

32

Shawnee

“
Shawnee? Mr. Neely asked if you had a moment to come speak with him,” my secretary popped her head into my office to ask.

“
Tell him to give me two minutes, and I’ll be right there,” I responded, wanting to freshen up first.

“
Come in, Shawnee, and have a seat,” Mr. Neely said when I arrived at his office.

Mr. Neely is the company’s CEO and founder. He rarely spends any time in the D.C. office. It’s typically a big deal to get called into his office, but when I get the call, I always know he wants to see a little cleavage and a lot of legs. So, I give him his unspoken request. I think his old ass has a thing for young black women, or it could be just me who gets his 61-year-old ass all excited.

I hear the office gossip about me setting women back a hundred years, but who gives a shit what they think. That’s why I’m Senior Vice President of Advertising, which makes me their boss. Bitches! They always want to hate on a sistah.

“
What can I do for you, Brad?” I asked.

He insists that I call him by his first name when it’s just he and I.

After he collected himself from drooling over the ample cleavage I showed and my healthy thigh that was exposed when I took a seat, he managed to say, “Shawnee, I understand you’re looking to relocate to one of our other offices, yes?”

“
That would be correct,” I answered, shifting in my seat to allow my skirt to rise higher up my thigh.

I intentionally sat on the black leather sofa in his office, rather than the chair situated at his desk for visitors, to provide optimal viewing. His eyes took the bait, and he was reeled in.

“
Well, I have one of two places for you to go.”

I “accidentally” dropped the pen I brought into our private meeting, and he watched my bosom as I bent to pick it up. Just before entering his office, I undid a couple of buttons to allow a satisfactory view, without crossing the line and being accused of something unethical.

He choked and then stuttered, “You, you can either go to Houston with a twelve percent salary increase…”

I opened my legs just as I was about to cross them. Again, I shifted in my seat to make my skirt hike up, with the gripping leather providing assistance.

He got a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth and forehead, and then continued. “Or you can go to the New York office with a twenty percent salary increase, you know with the cost of living being higher and all.”

I started fanning towards my bosom.

“
I mean a forty percent salary increase,” he said, watching my fanning.

I dropped my pen again, opened my legs as I uncrossed them, and reached down for the pen. Then, while seductively looking directly into his eyes, I said, “Just forty percent for New York and more responsibility, Brad?”

“
Well, you’re probably right. Do you think fifty-five percent is fair?”

“
I think so,” I answered in a girlish voice, trying to contain my excitement with a poker-face.

“
You know I spend a lot more time in the New York and Houston office than I do here in D.C.,” he informed me.

That was letting me know that he’d be seeing a lot more of me than the very few times he does in D.C., which would imply he’d want peepshows more often.

“
But, as I sit here, I’m thinking sixty percent sounds more fair,” I said, as I slowly opened my legs one last time to re-cross them while licking my lips.

After wiping his mouth again, he answered with a groan, “Oh, yeah...yeah, I think that’s pretty. That’s pretty right,” he corrected himself, unable to take his eyes off of everything but my face. “So, New York it is! I’ll get the papers drawn up for you right away.”

“
New York it is!” I said, still trying to remain straight-faced.

As I stood to leave, I decided to give him a bonus by dropping my pen again to let him get a glance of my backside as I bent to pick it up. I didn’t bother to bend my knees; I did a stripper’s bend. I wanted to leave a perfect view in his crusty old mind.

“
I don’t know why my hands don’t want to hold on to this pen today. I apologize for being such a klutz,” I lied.

“
Oh, Shawnee, there’s no need for any apologies. It happens to the best of us. Guess it’s better you than me,” he said.

I gave him my fake laugh with my hand on my boobs, for his eyes to follow.

“
Well, thank you so much, Brad, and I look forward to seeing you in New York,” I said, then leaned forward more than necessary across his desk to shake his hand.

He never took his eyes off of my cleavage that jiggled with his firm handshake.

“
Oh, I look forward to seeing you, as well.” He paused before continuing. “One more thing I forgot to mention, you’ll have use of the corporate apartment for one year. After that, you’re on your own. That is if you choose to use it.”

“
Well that’s wonderful to know, Brad. I’ll give it some thought and let you know what I decide on the apartment. Thank you again,” I said and then left.

I couldn’t get back to my office fast enough to rejoice.
Hmm,
I thought,
I’ll get a sixty percent increase in salary in New York.

The problem with that is Elaine is now between New York and D.C. The whole purpose of relocating was to get away from my family and bad D.C. memories, and start anew. If I chose Houston, I wouldn’t have a sixty percent increase in salary, but then I wouldn’t have any family to worry about.

I should have picked Houston. Maybe if I would have popped a tit out, I would have gotten sixty percent in Houston. Oh well, hopefully New York is big enough for both me and Elaine. I think I’ll hold off telling her. She’ll swear I’m following her.

33

Sandy

Lewis must be getting tired of playing house with Charise. He’s been calling a lot to “so-call” check up on the baby. If he really gave a damn about the baby, he wouldn’t have left me pregnant. My other kids are glad he’s gone. They hate his ass. They probably hate me always having to raise hell about his sneaky ways and how he’s always up to no good. I’m half tempted to call Charise just to let her know “her man” has been sniffing around lately. The last conversation ended with him telling me that he really wishes he could figure out how to be here when I give birth to “our child.” Now it’s our child, when before it was Eric’s baby without a doubt in his mind.

Speaking of Eric, that bastard hasn’t tried to call me once since I was last at his loft. I tried having lunch with Shawnee one afternoon so I could figure out what’s really going on. She assured me that any relationship between the two of them is strictly in his mind. I wonder how he’s going to feel once the baby is actually here. Maybe I should have let him feel this child constantly moving around. That may have changed his thinking.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I was in labor now, but I have another four weeks to go. Maybe it was something I ate.

Whew! Oh no! That’s labor pain, and I haven’t even packed my bags yet.

“
Hello,” Kelly answered, when I called thirty minutes later after what seemed to be my fifth contraction.

“
Kelly, I think I’m in labor. I think the baby is coming early,” I said through a contraction.

“
Sandy, it’s not time! How do you know? Maybe it’s something else,” she responded, excited and worried.

“
I’ve had three kids before. Trust me, I know,” I snapped.

“
Did you call your doctor? Did you call Lew––” She stopped herself from saying his name. “Have you called Shawnee?”

“
You’re the only one I’ve called. My contractions are coming five minutes apart. I’m on my way to the hospital. I gotta go!” I said before hanging up.

I’m trying to stay calm. I don’t know whether to take a cab or call an ambulance.

I think I can make it in a cab. Shit! I don’t have anyone to hail a cab for me. I better call 911 for an ambulance. Damn teenagers! They ain’t worth a damn or ever around when you need their asses.

After calling for an ambulance, that brought the fire and police department with them, I called Lewis to let him know I was on my way to go have the baby.

Damn, what was I thinking calling Lewis? I meant to call Eric instead. Now I can’t call Eric to meet me at the hospital because Lewis said he was going to catch the first flight out and be at the hospital as quick as he could. That ought to ruffle Charise’s feathers.

Seventeen hours later, Lewis finally made it to the hospital, and I was still waiting for this baby to get out of me.

I may as well have taken a damn cab. That would have saved some money.

“
Sandy! Why is he here?” Kelly asked when Lewis came into the room.

“
I’m here because my baby is about to be born,” Lewis snapped.