Diary of A. . . (9 page)

“I don’t have to be at the store until ten,
Sheryl,” he said. “I could come over if you want to give you lots
of pleasure.”

It was only six o’clock and I really wanted
something to relieve me. “Yes!”

“Do you have any toys?” he asked
curiously.

I had none because I had tossed all my toys
out when I moved to Detroit. I always had this fear of my bags
somehow opening at the airport or some dog sniffing them and
airport security having to open them for all to see. I would have
died of shame if either thing had happened.

“No,” I told Rahem.

“Can I bring a toy? I promise it is unused
and clean.”

Curiously, I said, “Yes, Rahem. Bring
it.”

“I will be there in twenty minutes,” he
promised.

Soon as I hung up, I heard the doorbell
ring. It was Chris, the maintenance man. He was covered in dirt and
paint.

“Hi, Ms. Banks.”

“Oh, Chris, please don’t call me that.” I
reached up on the key rack and handed him the envelope for his yard
service. “Sheryl is fine.”

He blushed and took the envelope. “Oh yeah,
thanks, but I wasn’t coming to collect. I was working next door and
needed a place to wash off this dirt. I was wondering if I could
use your guest sink near the back.”

I didn’t want to be rude even though my
company was coming. “Umm, sure.”

“I’ll only be five minutes,” he promised.
“If you could unlock the back balcony so I come in without tracking
dirt all over your pretty floor.”

I did as he wanted and then said, “I’m going
to go upstairs to freshen up because I have guests coming. Can you
just pull the door closed when you’re done and I’ll come back and
lock it later?”

“Sure,” he said, stepping inside. “Thanks,
Ms….I mean, Sheryl.”

I rushed upstairs and jumped in the shower,
forgetting about Chris being downstairs, knowing that he was good
about doing what he was told.

Using my honey butter body scrub and
douching thoroughly, I made sure I was clean from head to toe. Then
I dressed in only a silk robe and found a thick winter king-sized
cover to spread out over the floor in the front room.

Just as I was about to go check to see if
the balcony had been locked, the doorbell rung. As horny as I was,
the thought of checking the balcony quickly left my head as I went
to the front door to let Rahem in.

He hugged me and kissed my cheek. He was
carrying a small leather bag. Curiosity was killing me as I showed
him to the front room.

“You look so good, Sheryl, and you smell
scrumptious.” He only wore a Sean John clear blue shirt to match
those beautiful eyes of his and some loose jeans.

He placed the bag on the couch and sat down.
His back was to the rest of the house, but his face was to my
crotch as he opened the robe and immediately wasted no time tasting
me.

I had missed Rahem’s experienced mouth.
Peter would have to do a lot of eating to get this good. From his
bag, he pulled out a small vibrator and titillated my clitoris
while his other hand dipped inside my pussy. Oh, it was heaven. I
threw my head back and enjoyed what Rahem could do so well.

Suddenly, I felt I was being watched. For
some reason, I looked towards the kitchen to found Chris peaking
around the corner. I didn’t panic. I also didn’t let Chris know I
knew he was watching us. Instead I grew even more excited.

Even Rahem noticed how much my excitement
increased as his slurping became louder from my excess honey. I
played with my nipples and even took one of my full breasts and
licked the tip.

I culminated easily and Rahem smiled in
satisfaction.

“I think you enjoyed that very much,
beautiful Sheryl.” He sat back against the couch.

In my peripheral vision I could still see
Chris watching. I leaned down over the couch and let my breast hang
over Rahem’s face. He suckled first one tip and then the other. I
moaned my gratefulness to his wonderful mouth, loving the tingles
he made me feel.

Chris had ducked down further, but he was
still intently watching us. No one could see him if they didn’t
know the house well enough to know where everything was.

Knowing Rahem couldn’t have me like he
wanted, I only moaned louder to let them both know a nice fat dick
would be wonderful. I wondered how Rahem would feel if I asked
Chris to come out of hiding and help a sistah out.

Rahem moved around so that he was behind me
and I was leaning over the couch. He knelt behind me and licked
from my pussy to my anus and then back again. He did so repeatedly.
My legs quivered, loving the oral pleasure Rahem could perform.

“Now I will give you an even better
surprise,” he said, reaching for the black bag again and producing
a big thick plastic cock. It was about as thick as my fist and
about a good ten inches.

I was in heaven as Rahem licked my ass as he
worked that fat cock in my pussy. I pushed back to help him out and
get that bitch all the way inside, stretching my pussy wide.

Sweat covered my body all over as Rahem
worked his arm, pushing and pulling that sweet toy in and out. I
was growling and huffing, loving every sweet moment of having my
ass licked and my pussy ravaged.

I don’t know how many times I came, but I
knew the best one was when Rahem pushed two fingers in my anus at
the same time he twisted the plastic cock, while shoving it real
hard in my pussy. Oh damn! Oh damn, I loved dick. I loved dick so
damn much!

And Chris watched the whole thing!

Entry Fifteen

I took a long hot bath after Rahem left. I
wasn’t sure when Chris snuck out. I also didn’t care, because I
selfishly enjoyed him watching all the nasty stuff Rahem did
between my legs.

I was doing Kegels for the rest of the night
to get my pussy back to its regularly tight self. I usually try to
do about a thousand a day to keep my pussy healthy and strong, but
with that thick plastic dick, I knew Rahem had overworked me and I
wanted to make sure I was back to normal by morning.

The hot bath was also a good thing. I knew
this trip to New York would be relaxing, too, although I did miss
having Mack because he kissed and I didn’t kiss with Rahem.

In my rush to get out the office yesterday,
I realized I had not put the Debner file back in my take home
brief. I sent an email over to Cassandra at eleven for the location
of the file.

‘I thought you would need it, but I didn’t
feel comfortable leaving it out, so I put it in my desk – top
drawer.’

Unfortunately, I didn’t get that email until
two in the morning. After I made sure everything was packed and
ready to go, I slipped on a T-shirt and jeans with some flip-flops.
By three a.m., I was pulling in the company’s parking lot and
waving my badge to bypass the security to access the building.

Just as I was rounding the corner to go into
my office, I saw Erin come out of nowhere in front of me, heading
in the same direction, still in what she had worn yesterday.

I ducked down so she couldn’t see me.
Thankfully, I could see into my office, glad she didn’t close the
door.

Erin searched around my desk and then opened
my drawers, desperately looking for something.

When she couldn’t find it, she sat at the
desk defeated and then she actually started to cry.

I’m not talking about tears running down her
face – there were sobs and moans following. I didn’t know if I
should go in there or not, but either way I had to decide fast.

She picked up the receiver of my phone and
made a call.

“No, I don’t see it,” she said. “Yes, I was
crying.” Using the back of her hand to wipe her eyes, she
continued, speaking angrily. “I didn’t expect Earl to order the
file to be given to her all of a sudden!” She gasped. “Do you think
he suspects?”

Whoever was on the other line must have
reassured her because Erin relaxed and said, “Fine, I’ll look a
little bit more before I give up.” Slamming the phone down, she
looked around the desk some more.

While she did this, I went over to
Cassandra’s desk quietly and found the Debner file. I placed this
in the flat of my back grateful that my ass was big enough to hide
it properly.

I heard footsteps and ducked back around the
corner just as Erin came out the office and looked around
Cassandra’s desk. When she couldn’t find what she was looking for
there, she went back into my office.

She picked up my phone and dialed another
number. Her voice seemed strangely somber. “I know it’s late, but …
well, I was thinking about you.” She hesitated and I could almost
feel tension. “Lowe, I want to just say I’m sorry for all I’ve
done. You were right, I wouldn’t realize a good thing until-” There
was a long pause. I walked closer to the door. She cringed and then
looked at the phone receiver awkwardly.

The way she looked, I could assume that
whomever she was on the phone with had hung up on her. She added in
a very forlorn voice, “I love you.”

Getting tired of this, I decided to make my
presence known before she messed up all my shit.

Making sure my shirt was over the back of my
pants, I walked in my office and pretended like I was startled to
see her in there. “What are you doing in my office?”

Immediately she became the uptight always
bitchy Erin. “Last time I checked I was your boss. What are you
doing here?” she asked.

“I left some things. And since I have an
early flight, I came directly here from running errands to pick
those things up.”

“What things?” she inquired nosily.

I wanted to say, ‘none of your damn
business, bitch,’ but I bit my tongue from the remark and instead
said, “Just some files I wanted to work on while I was out of
town.”

“The Debner file?”

She looked really excited about this and I
could see she hoped I said yes. Instead I laughed casually and
said, “How stupid do you think I am to leave the file when I’m
going to New York to meet the client?” I decided to add, “I’ve been
so busy preparing to leave. I didn’t even have time to look it
over.”

She narrowed her beady dark eyes and sucked
on her teeth, but she made no move to get out of my chair. “I had
left some notes in there from another case, so if you see those
post-it notes, just ignore all of them and return them directly to
me. Okay?”

“Sure,” I said as if this were no big deal,
hoping I didn’t move too much to cause the file in my ass to make
noise.

I was still waiting for Erin to move her ass
out my chair, dammit.

“Can I ask a question, Sheryl?”

“Sure. What?” I questioned.

“Why haven’t you ever left this company?
You’ve been with this company a very long while.”

That was a weird question, but as I thought
about it, I really couldn’t think of a good answer except the
truth. “Every time I’ve thought about leaving, I’ve been offered a
better deal to stay. Since I love my job, I say, why knock a good
thing. I’m good at what I do and my job affords me the convenience
of everything I need and desire.”

“But why haven’t you ever questioned that in
all this time you’ve never been face to face with Earl Howard? I
mean, after so much I would want to meet my employer.”

I never thought about it like that, because
I never felt I was important to the company until now. I mean, I
knew I did good work, but I have managers, supervisors, and VP’s
over me to just praise me and give me administration. I never
caused any trouble to warrant the “boss” coming to do something to
me. Nor did I feel I did anything out the ordinary that any other
hardworking employee at the company did.

I didn’t need praise because it was always
reflected in my paycheck and that was the only thing important to
me.

“What’s it to you, Erin?” I said, calling
her by her first name. “You’ve been at this company for years, why
haven’t you left?”

She didn’t like the tables turned. I could
see it all over her face.

Getting up from the chair, she walked around
the desk. “Maybe you should really think about why you’re really
here, Sheryl. Maybe you should question what’s your future going to
be like in a couple of years, because life is not a dozen
roses.”

“Oh, I never think that. I’m too smart, too
good at my job and too intelligent to think that I got it so good I
don’t need to look anywhere else. I’ll keep your advice. Thank
you.”

She walked out and I closed the door behind
her. I pretended to work – standing up - and got some old files out
my desk, before I also left. I had the strange feeling she was
watching me the whole time.

Entry Sixteen

For some reason after I got back home and
lay in bed, I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that my office was
Erin’s office and I was loving the power of being VP of the
company. When I woke Wednesday morning about seven a.m., I really
wanted to sit in Erin’s chair and I really wanted to have her
job.

The even stranger part about it was the fact
that I knew if I applied myself a little bit, probably threw in a
little sabotage or found something to weaken Erin, I could probably
have it.

Mack had texted me and told me to have a
good trip. For some reason I looked at the time the text had been
sent. It was about four in the morning. What had he been doing up
that late?

I pushed that thought out of my head. I knew
Mack was a little bit like me. We worked odd hours and when the
mood hit us to do things, we did them.

I texted back a thank you and that I
couldn’t wait to see him. I was really pheening for some kisses. I
think just the idea of me pressing my lips against someone else’s
lips turned me on and since Monday I hadn’t been kissed.

Yeah, I know you’re saying that was just two
days ago, but I loved constant physical contact. And for some
reason I was going through kissing withdrawal.