I sat back in my leather chair, and ran my hand through my beard, sighing out loud. Every day, it’s the same thing with these ignorant muthafuckas. Nigga doesn’t know his head from his ass, let alone the Fifteenth Amendment. I’ve been D-Low’s parole officer for eight months. And apparently, he still doesn’t know me well enough to see I don’t give a fuck about his temper tantrums.
Matter fact, I got an attitude too. I been sitting in this hard ass chair all day, with nothing to eat besides chips from the vending machine.
“The right to vote?” I retorted, staring at him with a blank expression.
He opened and closed his mouth multiple times, like he didn’t know what to say. Of course, he doesn’t. The best thing he can do is keep his mouth shut before he makes an ass of himself again.
“Shit, that too. Get Trump ass the fuck outta office,” he boasted.
I rubbed my hand down my face in frustration at this illiterate nigga. I should’ve called the fuck off. Instead of keeping this conversation going, I held a clear cup towards him.“You have five minutes. The officer will be right outside the door.”
He snatched it so damn forcefully, I almost dropped it on the floor. I had to clench my jaw so hard to remind myself where the fuck I am. One thing you gotta have while working this job is patience. Otherwise, I would’ve jacked his Katt Williams looking ass up and threw him across the room.
I’ve worked here for a year after getting my bachelor’s degree in criminal justice. Dealing with the worst of the worst kind of people, I never met a muthafucka I couldn’t handle.... Untilher.
I was going through paperwork when somebody knocked on my door.
“Come in.”
Seeing my supervisor, I dropped my pen and sighed. She closed the door behind her and came around my desk, and I prayed she wasn’t coming in here to get some dick in the middle of my shift.
Me and Lauren been fucking for three months, but it wasn't serious to me. I’m not tryna be tied down to nobody, but it’s not for her lack of trying. It’s always that one person that thinks she can change your ways, and Lauren is that bitch for me. Ain’t nothing wrong with her, though. I respect her, and how she got to where she was, I just don’t think she’s the one to change me.
“Hey baby. What you got going on?”
She walked her ass over and plopped right in my lap. I had to bite the corner of my lip to keep from groaning. She fine, but she is on the thick side. She damn near broke me in half.
“What it look like, baby girl? I’m working.”
That’s another thing I hate, her asking me stupid ass questions.The fuck I’m here for if I ain’t doing my job?I’drather be knee deep in pussy right now, not here babysitting niggas like D-Low.
“Fuck you want, Lo? I got somebody in the bathroom.”
I know some people scared to talk recklessly to their supervisor, but I ain’t one of them. If a muthafucka comes in here bothering me when I’m busy, best believe I’m cursing their ass clean out.
“I missed you.” She turned her head to the side and watched me over her shoulder. “Wanna fuck on your break?”
Any other time I’ll be with all that, but I ain’t feeling it today. My dick straining to break out as we speak, but I pay his ass no mind. My man always want smoke.
“Nah, not today, love. I’m hungry as hell. I gotta eat something.” I tapped her leg twice, so she’ll take the hint and get up. She took that shit as something else entirely when she straddled my legs, turning around towards me.
Leaning in, she bit down on my ear while whispering, “You can eat me instead.”
She knows that ear shit gets my dick hard every time.
“Man, get the fuck off me,” I spat, pushing at her waist. “And tell a nigga why you really came in here.”
Her eyes glistened like she was about to cry, and I sucked my teeth.
Here we go again.
This ain’t the first time she pulled this on me. Her ass always crying when she can’t get what she wants.
“Why you gotta be so mean to me? I’m saying, you know I want you. We been fucking for a while now, Love. Why can’t we just be together?”
That’s why.No offense, but I don’t need no bitch begging to be with me. That’s unattractive. I’m supposed to be doing the begging. This whining shit won’t get her nowhere in my book.
“Lo, don’t ask questions if you ain’t sure you want the answers. I ain’t relationship material, baby.” I tapped her leg again, but when she ain’t budge, I challenged her. “Get up or loose this dick.”
