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“I’m tellin’ you, chica. It’s not that usual salty-ass-tastin’ dick. I don’t know what the fuck he puts in his system, but that muthafucka got sweet meat. Look. My taxi is here. I should be there in a few. Okay?”
“Okay.”
It was 4:45 P.M. Chelita entered the reception area of the fifteenth-floor office of Incite Media Group. The five-foot-six Latina vixen had straight fawn-colored hair down to her shoulders, flawless fair skin, huge brown eyes, and fine features that were dominated by her full temptestuous mouth. She was wrapped in a full-length black mink coat.
“Good evening, Ms. Blanco,” greeted the receptionist. “You look absolutely stunning.”
“Thanks, Roslyn,” she replied with a wink as she headed in the direction of Regina’s office.
Rome looked up and nearly fell out of his chair when he saw Chelita coming around the corner heading in his direction. Her coat was open, revealing what was underneath. She looked super fine in her black fuck-me mink coat and her little red fuck-me dress and black knee-high Miu Miu fuck-me boots.
She walked up to him as he sat there still in shock and placed the ball of her foot on his crotch, exposing her pouty eat-me coochie pie.
“Hi, Dyson. Good to see you again. Sure hope you haven’t had a big lunch.”
“Good to see you too, Lita. I had a light lunch. Why?”
“Well, this could be a long night at the office. We’re gonna have a lot for you to chew on tonight.” She tossed her Hermès fuck-me scarf over his face and strutted to Regina’s office. “Bring that with you when you come in. We might need it,” she called back.
Regina was clearing off her desk and discussing some business with Chelita before they prepared for their sexploit with Rome.
“Were you able to get the Rapture, Inc. deal today?” asked Regina.
“Not only did I get it. I zipped it back up when I was done. And when was the last time I didn’t close a deal?”
“Umm…Last year when there was a woman who was the decision maker. We almost lost that five-year, hundred-thousand-dollar contract.”
“That’s not fair. Rome subbed in for me. You know I don’t do women. Present company excluded, of course.”
“Uh-huh,” Regina said under her breath.
“Now that you have my Dyson, if sales numbers begin to drop down in Memphis, then you’ll know why,” said Chelita.
“You don’t always need sex to make a deal, Chelita.”
“Fuck if you don’t! I damn sure can’t play any goddamn golf. Speaking of sex. Can we call his fine ass in here now? I haven’t seen my Dyson in almost a year and you stallin’ with all this bullshit. He does know why he’s coming in here, right?
“Well, if he didn’t know before, then he damn sure knows after you gave him a peek at that vanilla pussy of yours.”
“Oh. You saw that, huh. You should’ve seen the look on Rome’s face when he saw me walk in.”
“You ready?”
“The question is, are you ready? Miss Closet Freak.”
“Oh, shut up,” Regina said, rolling her eyes. She dialed Rome’s extension, but he was already walking through her door. “I was just calling you. Come on in and close the door.”
“This must be an important meeting for Chelita to fly all the way up here to help us out.”
“Yes it is. Like I told you I need you to help us get this Myers project off my desk so we can get to more pressing projects.” On top of her desk were three things. Her computer, the Myers project file, and Chelita sitting on the edge of the desk with her legs crossed and showing a lot of thigh. “Do you think you can handle it, Rome?”
“I can handle anything you dish out.” He stared Regina
dead in her gray eyes.
“Oh! He likes a challenge,” said Regina holding his stare as she sat behind her desk fingering her pussy.
“That’s my Dyson,” chirped Chelita.
