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“Come on, Guillermo…Shoot it all in me, baby…Cum for me, Papi.”
I’m about to lose it again…Shit, she’s fucking good…Oh shit…Damn…fuck, she took it out and is sucking it again…she’s so nasty…and good…Fuck…she’s coming too as she sucks…
I run my hands through her hair as she drinks from her well.
“Mm, that’s a good boy, Guillermo.”
My breath slowly returns to earth; as does hers.
“So, Guillermo,” Alicia says, “I hear you want to learn to salsa.”
Kissing passionately, our shared laugh is breathless.
“You know what I think, Alicia?”
“What?”
“I think we make beautiful music together.”
“So do I, Guillermo. So do I.”
Not Tonight
Esta noche no
Curtis L.Alcutt
K enji loved his job. He worked as a janitor at TechRealm Communications for a dozen years. Thursday nights were his favorite because, he had the pleasure of seeing Mrs. Colleen Bailey’s curvolicious body, when she routinely came into monitor the network servers.
I know Mr. Bailey ain’t puttin’ it on her right, Kenji thought as he watched Colleen set her coffee cup down and press her security badge against the pad to gain entrance to the ground-floor lobby.
“How are you, Kenji?” Colleen asked as she put her access badge into her black leather Tavecchi laptop briefcase.
He put his feather duster in the back pocket of his dark gray uniform pants and grinned. “I’m doin’ good now that you’re here.”
“You’ve fed me that line for over eight years now. When are you going to come up with a new one?”
“Just as soon as you stop lookin’ so damned good.”
“Watch it. That’s borderline sexual harassment.” Colleen self-consciously pulled closed her hip-length black Liz Claiborne suit jacket. She could feel Kenji’s half Spanish, half African-American brown eyes travel over her forty-D redbone breasts.
“Borderline? I must be slippin’. Usually you threaten to at least call security.”
“If you didn’t keep this place so clean, I would’ve had you fired long ago.”
He looked into her freckled face once more as she walked past him toward the elevators to the basement. He thought to say something else smart but decided against it. It took nearly two years before he was able to get more than a simple hello out of her. She wasn’t the finest woman in the building, but she was one of the few he wanted and hadn’t fucked yet. He’d cheated himself out of two wives since he started working there. He found that most of the stuck-up executive women he worked with were freaks on t
he down-low. His basement office had doubled as a mini motel many times.
Since TechRealm occupied a relatively small office building in downtown Berkeley, they needed only a three-person janitorial staff; one for each floor. Kenji, being the owner of Klean-Sweep Janitorial Services, always worked the ground floor and basement. He usually worked days, working nights only when he knew Colleen was scheduled to come by. At night the building was a ghost town. The only living soul there was the silver-haired security guard named Archie who worked the graveyard shift.
Colleen used her access code and entered the server room. She placed her laptop bag on the main console and logged into the mainframe. On top of the console were two monitors. One gave a view of the hallway outside the server room and the other a view of the security guard desk. Six other monitors displayed detailed information on the status of the humming servers.
“Wake up, children, Momma’s here,” she said to herself. She removed her jacket and hung it up next to her smock on the black metal coatrack in the corner. She put on her white smock and checked the wall-mounted thermostat. The server room was the normal sixty-seven degrees. She slipped out of her Via Spiga “Alvita” pumps and into her well-worn Minnetonka moccasins, which sat beneath the coatrack.
Shit! I must have left my coffee cup in my car, Colleen thought as she sat her forty-six-inch rump in her ergonomic black leather chair. I should ask Kenji to get it for me. She smiled at the thought. Even though she dared not admit it, she wanted to give in and get some of his exotic cock. She’d heard the rumors about how freaky and well-equipped he was. Her being the sister of the cofounder of TechRealm, Reginald—don’t call me Reggie—Helton, meant she could ill afford to be added to the rumor mill. After she got her master’s in Computer Science from San Francisco State University ten years ago, Reginald gave her a job as the head network administrator. Tonight was her weekly system checkup. For the next four hours, she’d be locked in with her “babies.”
Colleen heard the click of her automatic coffee machine as it began brewing. Archie always made sure to set it up for her on the nights she was scheduled to come in. “Mmmmm, that smells good. Maybe I can get Archie to get my cup for me,” she said as she drew the hazelnut aroma into her nostrils. Colleen glanced at the console and saw the intercom button labeled with Archie’s name. Just as she was about to push it, she looked at the monitor and saw him walking away, putting on his cap. He was going to make his scheduled rounds.
