I’m In Lust With A Stripper (Erotica) (4 page)

Bryce set down her fork; she immediately lost her appetite. “I’ve been thinking, it’s so busy right now, they’re thinking about setting up another call center in Dallas and they want me to oversee that one as well.”

Bernard looked hurt; he removed his hand from her thigh. “When did all this happen?”

“
Just yesterday,” she lied, she had known about it for months. “I met with my boss yesterday and he told me about it, and it sounded exciting, then he told me about the raise and I couldn’t refuse him.”

“
Bry, we talked about this. You were going to quit your job right after we got married and we were going to start a family.”

“
I know sweetie, but opportunities like this don’t come up every day. I couldn’t tell them no, I love my job.”

She worked as a manager overseeing three call centers for a southern based major telecommunications company. She had twelve supervisors reporting directly to her, but five hundred employees in her division. She traveled extensively visiting the different sites.

And yes there were more fights due to dudes getting caught dating more than one woman in the department or some Facebook shit. And the customers that called in daily were enough to make her want to pull her hair out, but she loved her job.

“
So you’re saying that you’re going to continue to work after we get married?” Bernard asked.

“
Yeah.”

“
For how long?”

Bryce shrugged. “I don’t know three years or so.” She really wanted to put off having kids for another six years; she wasn’t in the mood to become a mother.

“
Four years!” Bernard exploded and several patrons glanced in their direction. He leaned in closer. “Four years?” he hissed.

“
My salary would help a lot if you want to move into that new sub-division. You know the houses there start at five hundred.”

“
It’s not about the money, Bryce, you know that. We don’t have to move there. My house has enough room both of us and a kid or two. I love you and I’m sure I did since the first time our parents stuck us in the playpen together. But I knew it for sure during preschool, when you would give me your apple every day at lunch; because you said it looked like my hair. I had always dreamt of marrying you and you having my babies. Look at me,” he begged. Bryce hesitantly met his gaze, and she cursed herself for hurting him when she saw the love in his eyes. “I love you and I’ll do whatever you want to do. Let’s talk about this after we get back from our honeymoon, okay?”

Bryce broke his gaze and looked at her engagement ring. She had him return the two caret ring he had surprised her with for her birthday. She had given Bernard explicit details on what she wanted. A four caret, pear shaped, platinum ring. And he had gotten it for her, just like she wanted.

“
Okay,” she whispered.

The ride to her home was silent. Bernard didn’t want to say anything to piss off his fiancée any more than she already was. And Bryce was thinking about the best way she could tell Bernard that she wanted out of the soon to be catastrophe called their wedding.

By an unspoken agreement, Bernard was going to stay over. He had just as many clothes at her house than he had at his own. Bernard finished showering before she did and was already in bed by the time she got out. He was sitting in bed, bare chested with the covers around his waist.

She joined him in bed. He turned out the lights, just like he always did.

“
Three weeks baby. And we’ll be man and wife.”

“
I know,” she said weakly.

He tweaked her nipples, just like he always did.

Then sucked them for two minutes, just like he always did, she knew because she was so bored that she timed him one time.

He stuck his finger in her pussy and twirled it around, just like he always did.

He rolled on top of her, parted her legs, and poked at her with his dick, trying to find her hole and disgusted with him, she grabbed it and placed it at the entrance of her hole, just like she always did.

She closed her eyes, uttered a few moans, while he did his version of making love and he shouted and came, then went into the bathroom and washed off, just like he always did.

Bryce lay in the empty bed, sexually unfulfilled, just like
she
always did.

The next morning while they were eating breakfast and watching the
Today Show
, Bryce decided that it was a good time to talk to Bernard.

She sat across from him at the small table in the breakfast nook. He was focused on his iPad; she knew he was scouring the Internet for the latest news. He was a news junkie. “Bernard?”

“
Yeah babe,” he answered, distracted he looked up at her with glazed eyes.

“
Is this a good time to talk?”

“
Sure,” he responded, but refocused on his iPad.

“
Can you look at me please?”

He gave her a goofy grin. “I am…see.” To prove his point, he leveled her with a steady gaze.

“
I think we should postpone the wedding,” she blurted out and the grin fell off Bernard’s face.

“
What are you saying Bryce.”

“
I think we should wait to get married. You want to have kids right away, and I don’t. You want me to quit working and I don’t. I just think we’re getting married because our parents want it…not us.”

“
That’s not true Bry. I want to marry you because I love you, not because of what our parents want.”

“
But I think that’s how I—”

“
You can’t do this Bryce; people have already made travel arrangements. My sister is on the way with our grandparents.”

“
I’m sorry, so sorry. But I don’t think that I love you enough to marry you.”

“
Don’t do this Bryce. I’m begging you.” He got down on his knees and grabbed her legs. “Please don’t.” He started crying. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, just marry me.”

Bryce looked down at her fiancé then began crying, too. She got down on the floor with him and he whimpered while he rested his head on her stomach. “I’ll marry you,” Bryce whispered.

Chapter 5

“
I want you. I want to fuck you.” Bryce read the text and she grinned.

“
So did Bernard send you a love text before the wedding?” Vanessa teased.

“
Yeah,” Bryce lied. Although Vanessa and Cooper knew that she had spent the night with Sugah Cheeks, they assumed that it was just the one night, and she didn’t correct them. She and Donté had hooked up half a dozen times over the last three weeks, with last night being the most recent. They had rendezvous in a parking lot. She had planned to tell him that she no longer wanted to see him, but he started touching her, kissing her, then finally undressing her. And they went at it in the back seat of her car.

“
You’ll be seeing him in ten minutes, so ignore it,” Vanessa chided and pulled the phone out of her hand.

Bryce lowered her veil, shielding her eyes. She was surrounded by Vanessa, Cooper and Aisha each of them inspecting her appearance before her wedding. With each one of them periodically walking around her adjusting the material, making sure it fell correctly.

“
Do you think the guys are ready?” Aisha asked.

Bryce shrugged.

“
I’ll go check,” Vanessa volunteered and Bryce stared after her friend as she raced off.

“
Thank you,” Bernard whispered in Bryce’s ear while they were dancing the first time as husband and wife.

Bryce smiled up at him; she was in an alcohol induced haze. The day hadn’t gone as badly as she thought it would. The wedding was nice and the reception was even nicer, they had an open bar which she had taken full advantage of. “For what?”

“
For going through with this, you won’t regret it. I’m going to make you happy.” He kissed her tenderly on the top of her head.

Bryce squeezed his hand. “I know you will.”

They twirled around the dance floor. “I can’t wait until you see Paris, you’re going to love it, especially in June, and the weather is perfect this time of the year.” A few years ago he had spent two weeks in Paris.

“
I know that I will.” She wasn’t looking forward to their two-week long honeymoon in Paris. She envisioned him wanting to hold hands, kiss, and make love, the idea of it all made her ill.

Five hours later she was sitting at a table, with her head resting on her arms, watching the last remaining guests mingle and dance. The few guests who were still there were pretty wasted, including her. She drifted off; when she woke up she looked up, and saw her new husband and Vanessa slow dancing. Why is she smiling at Bernard like that? She wondered. And before she could ponder the question, she hung her head to the side and vomited wedding cake, lobster and vodka all over the floor.

Chapter 6

Bryce reclined her car seat and gratefully let her body relax. She had left work early and still ended up getting stuck in rush-hour traffic, and she hated Atlanta’s traffic. People were always driving as though they were racing from the Devil; fortunately she had another accident free commute. She had another twenty minutes before Donté was supposed to show up.

She didn’t want to get a motel room, this was going to be one of their fuck and run sessions.

Bryce pulled out her iPad, just because she had left work early didn’t mean that there still wasn’t work to be done. She was answering e-mails when, forty-minutes later Donté tapped on her window. So engrossed in her work, she didn’t notice the time or his car pulling up next to her.

She glanced up from her work and inhaled sharply, he still took her breath away. He was gorgeous. He hadn’t shaved and his face sported a five o’clock shadow giving him a rugged look. His full lips had lifted in greeting showing just a hint of his dazzling white teeth.

Bryce unlocked the doors and Donté slid into the backseat, where after she put her iPad on the passenger seat, she joined him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I missed you,” she whispered.

“
Show me how much!” And without any warning he unzipped his pants and his dick sprang out, hard and ready. She knew from their previous trysts he didn’t always wear underwear. She grabbed it and began stroking it. “Come on Ma, we don’t have all day.”

Bryce knew what that meant; she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her panties. While she was getting ready, Donté was slipping on a condom. With her back facing him, Donté grabbed her waist and she slowly lowered herself on his cock, she shuddered as he filled her, inch by inch. Bryce groaned as she held onto his muscled thighs.

Donté lunged upward and she screamed, his grip tightened and he increased his pace, moving at a speed that left her breathless. Between his deep thrusts and the incredibly fast movements of their hips, Donté had put her in a desire induced haze. The fact that she was a married woman in a car fucking a stripper was nonexistent while he rammed his cock into her.

He continued the pace until the only thing that mattered to Bryce was his dick plunging into her, filling her, and hitting her sweet spot. Donté grunted as he moved inside her, her pussy hugging his cock. Pressure began building at her core, and she grabbed at it, craving it. Suddenly heat consumed as the pressure was unleashed. And her body convulsed as it took over her. It was so powerful that she was sure she had blacked out for a second or two. She tried to get off him, but Donté held onto her, not allowing her to leave.

“
Not before I get my nut,” he hissed into her ear. Fortunately, she didn’t have long to wait, Donté thrust upwards, shouted then shuddered. “Now you can get off.” Still dazed by her powerful orgasm, Bryce slid off him and slumped next to him.

He pulled his condom off, knotted it, opened the door and tossed it under the car. The first time he did it, Bryce was disgusted, now it was as if he was throwing out a soiled napkin. He pulled up his shorts while Bryce readjusted her dress.

“
How come we can’t meet at your house?” Bryce complained to Donté.

“
It’s a mess, besides I don’t think that it’ll meet up to your standards,” he drawled.

“
I’m sure it’s nice.”

“
It’s aw’ight. So how’s married life?” Donté asked, quickly changing the subject.

“
Why would you ask me something like that?”

Donté shrugged. “Just wondered, obviously it’s not working, since you’re here with me.”

“
Obviously
,” Bryce said dryly.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He passed it to her and she hesitated before taking it. She brought it to her mouth and took a slow drag. She leaned back and exhaled, she watched the cloud rise and billow throughout her car. “Ooh, that feels good.” She instantly relaxed as the nicotine coursed through her body. “Hey open the windows; I don’t want my car coated in smoke.”

Donté reached over the seat and powered down the windows. After he sat back she passed the cigarette to him.

“
I’m hungry, there’s a Thai restaurant right there.” Bryce pointed over his shoulder. “Let’s go get something to eat.” She cut her eyes at him. “Do you have time for that?”