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Banks couldn’t respond as she moaned, biting down on her lip as she put her small hand against my stomach in a futileattempt to control my thrusts. I went harder, causing us to moan and groan in stereo, our clapping bodies playing in the background.
“Low!” She hollered beautifully, her dark skin bearing a sexy sheen by this time.
“Who this pussy belong to, Peep?” I started to beat her shit up a little more.
“Wi-Willow!” she called out, pulling a smile out of a nigga since I’d told her in the past that saying ‘you’ wasn’t the right answer.
“You gon’ cum for me?” I spoke against her lips, sucking them as I waited for her response.
“Ye-yes,” she cried, whimpering, as I beat down her walls.
When she became paralyzed before creaming all over me, I said, “That’s a good girl. Fuck, baby.”
Gripping her body to mine, I fucked her mercilessly, rendering her silent until I had to yank from her body since my nut hit a crescendo out of no fucking where.
Banks, out of breath, turned to me and sat up before taking my dick into her mouth to clean my nut off. Some had splattered onto my abs from the abrupt ass withdrawal, and when she licked it up, my toes curled so hard they almost cracked.
Gripping her hair in one hand, I used my other to paint her full, supple lips before she sucked on the head like it was coated in her favorite sauce. She did the shit while looking me in the eyes, and it drove a nigga crazy.
Her dick sucking skills improved every damn time she sucked me off. She took instruction well and applied it just like she told me and had been sucking my dick better than bitches twice her age.
“You gotta marry me, Peep,” I said, head falling onto the pillow, winded.
“Okay.” She cuddled up to me, her legs trembling wildly against me as I turned to kiss her nastily.
My dick sprang to life again, so I crawled on top of her and got in between her legs. She gave me no protest as I pushed inside, never breaking our kiss as I made love to her.
A WEEK AND A HALF LATER . . .
I stoodbefore Carolyn’s door, waiting for her to answer after I’d knocked. Finally, she did, smiling curtly like always.
Being around her made me wonder if she was this stoic with her husband and children. I couldn’t imagine her smiling happily or, worse, being seductive.
“Banks, Dr. Ferris forwarded me the report, and it really looks like you’ll still be able to do Giselle. I hate to say this, but I would need to see you do each routine, in full, before I can officially give you back your roles.” She prattled on as she rounded her desk, while I sat across from it, dance duffel in my lap.
“That’s no problem. I can promise you that.” I waited until she was seated. “Carolyn, I need to speak with you about the pas de deux. Nikita needs to be disciplined for what she did.”
Expelling a heavy breath as if she were tired of the subject—though I don’t even know how that’s possible since it hasn’t even been discussed—she replied, “Banks, I have no proof that Nikita intentionally tried to harm you.”
“So her bag just somehow ended up in the middle of the floor? Our bags are always off to the sides, corners, or in our lockers. Not to mention, like most people, I look where I am walking before I start walking, and her bag wasn’t there when I began making my way toward the back of the room,” I explained.
“Again, I have no proof it was done intentionally, Banks. You yourself said you did not see her do it, and you’re going by what Kailey is saying.”
“Not just Kailey. All the other ladies said the same thing.”
“All the other ladies, like Kailey, hate Nikita and like you. I don’t really expect anyone to come to her defense,” she retorted, irritating the fuck out of me.
Looking down momentarily and trying to think if I wanted to actually say what I planned to, I lifted my head and said, “Well if Nikita is still in the pas de deux, then I won’t be able to do it. My understudy can have that role, and I will keep my solo and other parts.” I straightened my posture, that making me feel better somehow.
“Don’t do this, Banks.” Carolyn shook her head, her tone warning me. “We are too close to showtime, and your injury has put enough strain on this production.”
“I cannot get up there and dance with someone who tried to sabotage and possibly end my career. Nikita is an envious, sore loser, Carolyn, and you know it.” I stared her down, being sure to have unflinching eye contact. “And Kailey being suspended for defending me is not right either.”
“Well, I am not removing Nikita from the show, so I guess your understudy will be doing your part with Calvin.” She leaned back in her chair, tapping her pen against the desk. “But I want you to know this is a very bad look, Banks. We’ve sent emails, done a large amount of promotion, and people are excited to see our top dancers—you and Nikita—perform together.”
“That’s unfortunate. Please let me know when you’d like me to perform my sequences for you.” I rose to my feet, watching Carolyn seemingly grind her teeth.
She said nothing as I exited the room, and I just hoped my decision didn’t backfire.
