“Aghh,” she moaned.
“Yup, just like that,” he coached.
“Day,” she whispered.
The darkness helped lower her inhibitions.
“It’s wet?” He asked.
“So wet,” she moaned.
Stassi had experienced men before but this vibe Day was on, this watching her instead of participating, this enjoying the show, built up anticipation in her like she had never felt.
“Ohhhh.”
Day scoffed. “Call my name when you cum, Stassi. Let me know hear what that sound like. You have no idea how bad I want you.”
“Ohhh,” she panted. She gripped the back of the stool as her face twisted in pleasure. She had masturbated before but never like this. “Oh my god, oh shit.”
“My name, Stassi,” he said.
“Day, wait. Day, I’m…OMG, oooo… Day,” she moaned. “Fuck. Ohhh. What the fuck?” He recorded everything. Every moan, every desperate breath as she came down. “Come here.”
Stassi emerged from the booth and walked over to Day. He pulled her into his lap and lifted her hand, taking her fingers to his mouth. It was the most erotic thing a man had ever done to her before.
“I got to finish up here. You want to hang around?” He asked.
“Just like that, right back to normal,” she said.
“Making you nut every day is my new normal,” he answered. “We ain’t got to linger on it. It ain’t a big deal. So you ain’t got to be nervous or timid with me. You also ain’t got to be afraid to spend that money. The way that pussy taste, it’s worth every dollar.”
She blushed.
“Can I come by later?” He asked.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“A’ight. I got work to do here, but I’ma pull up.”
Stassi stood and grabbed her things. Before she was out the door. “You’re top-tier, Anastassia.”
“The compliments alone would have gotten you the same shit for free,” she said.
“I pay people their worth. Matter fact, you gave a nigga a discount.” He smirked. “I ain’t gon’ have no focus with you in here, li’l baby. I’ma get with you.”
Charlie heard the beep of the alarm as the front door opened and Demi returned home. She hated fighting with him. The anxiety that torpedoed through her when she and Demi weren’t speaking made her physically ill. Nothing went right when they weren’t right, and lately, they had been at odds a lot. It wasn’t the big things that rattled them. It was the minor disagreements that seemed to challenge them most.
She met him in the massive foyer, and as soon as he looked at her, Charlie’s heart skipped beats.
He leaned against the front door.
“How’s DJ?” Charlie asked.
“You ain’t said shit since last night. We talking now?” Demi asked.
“Fuck it, we ain’t got to,” Charlie said, turning around. Demi was on her heels before she could even make it down the hallway.
“Nah, keep your attitude,” Charlie said. “I don’t know what you mad for. It wasn’t my kid that fucked up the night.”
