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“Make sure you have your ass back here tomorrow. And don’t forget about Damon this weekend; in case you try to make other plans.”
“I haven’t forgotten,” I say, yawning. “Let me get off this phone and get in bed. We’re leaving around six in the morning, so I need to get my beauty sleep.”
“Yeah, you do that,” she says, laughing. “We don’t need you no uglier than you already are.”
“Whatever, hooker. Get home safe.”
“Thanks. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I press the end button, then sit the phone up on the nightstand, staring at it. I lie back on the bed, thoughts of Desmond wafting through my mind. I should’ve given him my cell number, I think, making a mental note to get his number from off of the caller ID and call him the minute I get to the store. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I let out a sigh, relieved he hadn’t called while Persia was there.
Bright and early, I walk through Paradise’s doors and head straight for the caller ID to get Desmond’s number. I want to see him. Want to tell him that I would like to spend more time with him. I check the box, and almost faint. All of my numbers have been erased. Ohmyfuckinggod, why the fuck did she erase the numbers off of the caller ID? I pick up the store phone and dial her number.
“Hey.”
“Persia, did you erase the caller ID yesterday?”
“Oh, yeah, I did,” she says coolly. I feel like screaming on her. I take a deep breath. Calmly ask her why. “Girl, you had over three hundred numbers on that thing. I figured you were too busy to clear it out. So I did it for you. I went through all of the numbers to see if there were any from businesses and wrote those numbers down, in case you might need them in the future. Everything else got deleted.”
I feel faint. And sick to my stomach. “Persia, you had no damn business erasing anything. Like, what the fuck?!”
“Whoa, girlfriend. What’s up with all the hostility? They’re only numbers. Is it that serious for you to get into a hissy-fit? Geesh. I apologize. I thought I was helping out.”
I take another deep breath. “You know what. You’re right. I shouldn’t be screaming on you. You didn’t know.”
“I didn’t know what?”
“That I needed a number to call back a customer about two handbags,” I lie. “Those are guaranteed sales.”
“Oh, damn. Well, if they want them bad enough, they’ll call you back. Trust me. But I guess I shouldn’t have deleted anything. I’m sorry. Like I said, I thought I was doing you a favor.”
Bitch, you’re always doing shit you have no business doing! I can’t even talk to her right now. Thanks to her ass, I have to sit around and hope Desmond calls me sometime today. “You know what. You’re absolutely right. If they want the bags, they’ll call back for them.”
“Exactly. I wouldn’t sweat it if I were you.”
“Trust me. I’m not going to,” I say, pissed for not writing his number down, or committing it to memory. Fuck! “I’ll talk to you later, girl.”
“Okay. Talk to you tonight.” The minute we disconnect, I feel a pounding headache surfacing. I glance at my watch. I have ninety minutes to go before the store opens. I decide to take a nap, walking into my office and plopping down onto the sofa. I lay my head back and close my eyes. Porsha would’ve never done any bullshit like this!
Pain
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Wet heat floods the back of Porsha’s mouth as I push the butt plug deep into Damon’s tight, muscular ass. He’s here for another round of Pain, Passion and Pleasure. And, tonight, we deliver like no other. “Aaah, fuuuuuuck…”
“You like having your hairy ass plugged while Passion gobbles up your cock and cream, don’t you?” I ask, biting him on his shoulder, my nipples hard and erect against his back. He grunts and groans as his body trembles. Porsha slides her hands up his hips, pulling him deeper into her mouth. “That’s right, Passion, suck out all that sweet cream, girl.”
I pull the butt plug out of his ass, then push it back in. He moans. I brush lightly agains his balls. Tug at them from behind him. His body jerks. “Aaaaaah, shiiiiit…goddamn…y’all really know how to make a man feel good…”
“Oh this party’s only getting started,” I state, pulling the plug from his hole. I lick it, then press it up to his lips. Tell him to taste his ass. He sucks the plug as Porsha gets up off her knees. She lightly pushes my hand away from his mouth, removes the plug from his mouth, then replaces it with her sticky tongue. His hand slips between her thighs, brushes against her clit. She gasps. The cordless vibrating nipple clamps dangle snugly around her erect nipples, causing tingly vibrations to shoot through them.
“I wanna put my dick in you,” he tells her, gliding his hand back and forth over her slit. “Your pussy’s so wet.”
Porsha moans, but doesn’t seem interested in being fucked tonight. “Look how sexy Paris is over there playing in her pussy,” I say, taking Damon by the hand, pulling him away from Porsha and walking him over to Paris. He grabs my ass, squeezes. “You like that fat ass, don’t you?”
