I started toward the back, nodding my head at two of Karima’s employees.
“I’ll be right back, ladies,” she spoke to them. “Watch the front for me.”
Inside her office, she sat behind her desk, while Julissa sat on the edge of it, and I stood.
“So?” Karima pushed, clearly anxious to hear what I had to say.
“I met somebody the other night while I was out.”
Karima’s eyes turned to slits, while Julissa smirked.
“Is that why you didn’t answer your phone?”
“Yeah. She has it.”
Karima’s mouth dropped open, while Julissa’s smirk widened.
“She cute, bae?” Julissa asked.
I chuckled lightly. “Yeah. She cute.” Cute was an understatement when describing Key. I didn’t want to put too much on it though.
“What’s her name?”
“Girl, are you forreal right now?” Karima let out before I could respond. “You asking questions like you interviewing the third bitch to be a part of this or something. Are you okay?”
Julissa shrugged. “Shoot, you know me. If he’s happy, I’m happy. At least he’s telling us.”
“I hate when y’all do that,” Karima groaned.
“Do what?” Julissa replied, looking over her shoulder at Karima.
“Gang up on me because y’all both agree on something. Shit make me feel like the third wheel because I’m against it.”
“Against what?” I questioned. “I wasn’t tellin’ y’all so we could vote on how I would pursue shorty.”
“Oh, so you’re pursuing her?” she countered.
“I don’t know for sure yet. But you know I believe in being open wit’ y’all so nothing comes as a surprise.”
“Rightttt, like you just popping up to dinner wit’ a random bitch and telling us she’s the new sister wife,” Karima griped, sighing dramatically.
“Lock the door, Ju,” I instructed before taking a seat in the chair in front of Karima’s desk. “Come here, Rima,” I said while pulling my dick from my shorts. “Clearly, you miss Daddy, and you want some dick.” I stroked it as I spoke. “That’s all you had to say, baby. You don’t have to do all that back-and-forth wit’ me. Come here.”
Like I knew she would, she slowly stood from the chair and made her way around the desk.
“Take that dress off and come sit on it. Ju, get up on the desk, Ma.”
Karima did as I said, untying her dress at the neck and stepping out of it. She didn’t have any panties on, and I wasn’t surprised. When she went to throw her leg over mine, facing me, I stopped her.
“You gon’ ride this dick in reverse, so you can take care of Ju, while Daddy take care of you, okay?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly. Ju carefully climbed up on the desk and spread her legs wide, showing off her pierced pussy. Her slit was already wet. I slapped Karima’s ass hard as she climbed on top of me and placed my dick at her opening.
“You gon’ fuck her good, Daddy?” Ju asked in a low, lust filled tone.
“Mmmhmm,” I replied, sliding slowly into Karima before wrapping my hand around her throat and pulling her head back.
“Ssssss,” she hissed, pushing down on me. “Fuuckkk, Daddy.”
