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Sabrina and Cece sat in the back corner of the break room with their lunches, sodas, and Cece’s cell phone. Luckily, no one else was in the break room so they had some privacy; special privileges of eating lunch late.

Cece decided they should take their lunch later than usual so she could show Sabrina what she had been holding in all day.

“Girl, do you remember the temp that was here a month ago? Trina, I think her name was,” Cece whispered despite the fact that no one was in the break room.

“Yeah, I remember her somewhat,” Sabrina answered. It really doesn’t matter, Sabrina thought.

She had waited all day for Cece to tell her about this juicy gossip and she didn’t feel like playing the name game now just to get the information.

“Well, look at this,” Cece said, pressing a few buttons on her cell phone. She sat the phone down in front of Sabrina and watched her face intently for her response.

Sabrina looked at the screen. Her eyes grew wide as she began to focus. It was a girl in some lingerie sitting in a chair. She was gyrating and shaking her ass. Standing up and sitting down, bending over and allowing her ample bottom to fall out of her boy shorts.

Sabrina almost asked what the meaningless video was until a man appeared in the video. He slapped the woman on her ass and pushed her down to the floor. Like a robot trained for this particular job, the girl got down on her knees and pulled out the guy’s dick. The girl wasted no time taking all of the man in her mouth.

Sabrina wanted to look away but the thought of watching her ex co-worker excited her. I had to train her, Sabrina thought as she tried to remember her interaction with the girl. Before she could get too excited, Cece grabbed the phone from the table and pressed more buttons.

“Girl, can you believe that shit?” Cece asked with her eyes on the phone.

“So…She does videos. Where did you find that at?” Sabrina asked, so intrigued that she put down her turkey sandwich.

“Girl, it’s an amateur, umm, site,” CeCe said, carefully trying not to say the word porn.

“I look at from time to time but last night I saw her. Then I found out something even bigger than that,” CeCe said as she placed the phone back down in front of Sabrina.

Sabrina saw the words “GET PAID” on the screen and immediately became interested.

“Get paid to post your videos,” Sabrina read aloud without thinking.

“Shhhhhh!” Cece shushed Sarbina’s reading and looked suspiciously around the room to make sure they were still alone. Sabrina quieted herself and read the information silently.

CeCe chimed in after a minute or so to unload her comments on what she was reading.

“Girl you can get paid for that shit. I looked at her page and she has all types of friends.,” CeCe whispered quickly as she grabbed her phone and put it away.

“What? I don’t understand,” Sabrina stared with a perplexed look. She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the whole situation.

The video seemed to be amateur but Sabrina wanted to know how she got paid. I need some money right now with all these new bills, she reasoned but she didn’t tell CeCe her thoughts.

“Girl, it’s crazy. But I found out there are a lot of sites like that. I wish I could do that shit. I bet she is making all types of money. I recognized her but you can’t really see her face. And speaking of people fucking for money, did I tell you Shelia from accounting is doing Todd? I bet you that bitch gets promoted.”

As quickly as that, Cece had changed subjects. CeCe kept talking and going on and on about different stuff that happened in the office - who was screwing who and what manager was showing favoritism to whom. Sabrina listened but her mind was still on the website.

She desperately needed money. Every mention of a way to make extra cash had gotten Sabrina’s attention. She had even taken note of an infomercial claiming to make you rich in a matter of hours.

CeCe had gotten side-tracked and forgot all about the girl and the porno.

“But, how did you find the video?” Sabrina asked, trying to get her to refocus on something more interesting.

“I was watching some videos online, trying to find something that me and Tyrone would like. You know, he is into that amateur porn.”

“No, girl, I didn’t,” Sabrina said, chuckling. CeCe loved to talk about her sexual exploits with her husband.

“So, there I am looking at the new uploaded videos and there she was. She is pretty popular, too. I wish I could be that bold,” CeCe said as she took a bite of her chicken salad.

That comment got the wheels turning in Sabrina’s head. What if I…naw, I can’t do that, she told herself.

“Girl, me and Tyrone got it on after watching one of her other videos. I paid $8.95 for the whole thing. Loved it.”

“So, you can buy them?” Sabrina asked as took a bite of her sandwich

“Ohhh, yeah. Me and Tyrone got it on,” CeCe told Sabrina all about her late night love making session.

By that time Sabrina had stopped listening. She continued to nod her head and reply with a few random “oh yeahs,” but her mind was somewhere else and her clit was swelling from the possibilities. As CeCe went on and on about her and Tyrone and everyone else at the job, Sabrina made a mental note to check out the website later that night when she got home.

What if I did do what that girl did? Sabrina asked herself. She began to smile as the wet substance formed between her legs. 

CHAPTER 5

Pussy was pussy, but wasn’t shit better than new pussy. Brandon thought to himself between strokes.

The more things change the more they stay the same. She’s gonna be all in love, wanting me to move in and shit after I beat it up.

“Shhhhhhhh,” he tried to stop her from moaning too loud. I wish she would stop making all this damn noise, fucking up my concentration; Brandon closed his eyes and lifted his head to the ceiling. 

He met her at the club earlier that evening. They talked for awhile before they exchanged numbers and parted ways. Brandon didn’t expect to hear from her for at least a few days, but he was on his way home when she sent him a text message saying she wanted to get down. Brandon called her to hear the invitation for himself. Sure enough, she was ready for him.

“I guess my concept of time is a little off,” Brandon told her as he made a U-turn and headed in the direction she told him.

“We’re both grown and I can’t wait. I want you now,” she said.

 Now that he was deep inside her, he just wanted to nut and go home. Her bed squeaked slightly as he moved in and out of her. The girl’s name had escaped Brandon before he even made it in her front door. Now he had her down on all fours in the bed. He had mastered the “doggy style” years ago and was now showing her his best technique. Her head was buried in a pillow as he dug deeper inside her.

This position was best for his one-night stands. Brandon never bedded ugly women but he preferred not to look at them. It’s easier to forget her if I didn’t have to stare at her, he once admitted long ago.

The pillow was a master silencer of her screams. It was easy to convince her not to get too rowdy since her kids were asleep in their rooms. Brandon was secretly happy that her kids were home ,but of course, he didn’t let her know about his joy. Her kids were his escape plan.

She was throwing her ass on him like they were in a porn movie. Brandon wasn’t trying to beat it up until she began challenging him.

“Yeah, I’m putting that pussy on you, ain’t I?” he heard her growl over her back at him.

Her head was no longer in the pillow. She was now turned around gazing at Brandon as she bounced her ass on his pelvis with hard slaps. This, to Brandon, was a challenge to a duel.

This will be the last time that I fuck her, but she’s gonna remember how good this dick was, Brandon thought as he grabbed her hips, about to answer her challenge.

Even though the kids might hear, he started to pound her with a fast pace of sexual fury. Brandon sped up his strokes, the slapping of his pelvis on her ass cheeks resembling crashing thunder.

She kept trying to slow his rhythm, but if felt so good that she was eventually defeated when tremors of her climax took control of her body. She began to shake and that was Brandon’s cue.

“I’m cumming,”  Brandon groaned as he pulled out and spewed his love juice into a condom. He still pulled out even though he wore condoms. “No need for mishaps,” he often joked with his boys.

Sure enough, when he finished she was trying to get him to lay down with her. “Hold me, baby,” she moaned as she rolled over and got under the sheets.

“Let me go to the bathroom real quick,”  he said, walking into her connected master bathroom. Brandon took the condom off and checked for leaks. An old habit for him, but he wasn’t interested in having any deductions or clinic appointments with these women that he conquered. 

A quick nut was all I needed, Brandon reminded himself as all evidence of their rendezvous swirled down the toilet.

He continued his post-sex ritual of cleaning up before he returned to the bedroom. He took a deep breath before grabbing the bathroom door knob.

“Gotta be quick, B,” he told himself. He knew that his window of opportunity for a smooth getaway was small and he wasn’t in the mood to argue.

Back in the bedroom, he immediately located his clothes and hurried to put them on. She sat straight up in the bed like she heard a startling noise.

“Are you leaving?” she asked. He nodded as he looked around for his discarded tennis shoes. Over the years, Brandon had became a pro at the “bump and run” from his numerous sex romps. He already had his shirt on and was zipping his jeans before she could start begging.

“You don’t have to leave. My kids won’t be up for a few hours. You can stay till then. I could even cook us breakfast,” she said, getting out of the bed, but it was too late. He was already dressed and about to exit her room.

“Naw, boo. I gotta get to work in a few hours , remember?

I need to go home, take a shower, and get ready. Next time, ok?” he lied as he kissed her forehead and made his way to the front door.

He walked through the dark house, quietly so he wouldn’t wake her kids.

I don’t wanna see no rugrats at 3am, he thought as he tip-toed around the furniture in her living room.

He finally made it to the door and was about to close and lock it behind him, when he felt her hand touch his as she walked out the door with him. Damn, she got dressed quick, Brandon thought as he cursed himself for walking so slow.

She had a long t-shirt that ironically had the words “Good Girl” plastered on the front. 

Brandon wanted to chuckle at her choice of clothing, but knew this conversation was going to be anything but laughable. 

She crossed her arms and glared at Brandon for her last showdown.

“So, you think you can come over here, fuck me, and leave?” she said, staring right through him.  “Yo, I have things to do. I was clear over the phone about what was gonna happen,”

Brandon said as he pulled keys out of his jeans and hit the button for his remote start. The engine revved up from a black Camaro a few feet away.

The “Pussy Puller,” as Brandon liked to call his prized possession.

 “Yeah, you said that, but you damn well can’t treat me like no ho and dismiss me like I ain’t shit,” she said, planting her hands on her hips and awaiting an explanation.