Page 29 of The Man Handler

I watch her, dumbfounded, as she hastily dashes out of my office, closing the door behind her, leaving me with the memory of her black and blue, swollen face. I shake my head, thinking: Silly bitch!

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

It’s Friday, and I am glad to be out of that damn office and in my car, driving home. I am so preoccupied with sex, and dick, and having my guts dug out that I almost run a red light. I slam on my brakes, clutching my chest. I can smell burning rubber.

“Whew, that shit was close,” I say aloud, wondering which one of my sex charms I want to come through to fuck me tonight. I already know I’m not in the mood for Mitchell’s drunk ass. Besides, he’s on the verge of being terminated early from his pussy and ass-eating duties for coming to my house unannounced the other night. I don’t feel like seeing Wade or Jamil. And I’m not up for Garrett or Ian either—particularly not Ian.

I think for a minute, then decide to call Nelson, a dude I met a few months ago at Livingston Mall. He’s a six-foot-four, two-hundred-twenty-five-pound, milk-chocolate man with a wide nose, thick neck, and big, round brown eyes. He’s not officially one of my sex charms since I haven’t fucked him yet, but I promise you, if he performs as good as he looks, he will be before daybreak.

He picks up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hello, Nelson?” I ask, not sure if the voice on the other end is his or not since this is my first time calling him. My phone number flashes as private, so he will not know who I am. I never allow a man to have my phone number until after I ride his dick at least once—and then, only if I decide to fuck him again.

“Speaking,” he answers. “Who’s this?”

“It’s Janaye…”

Don’t give me that look. I know that’s not my name, geesh! I’ll explain later. But, for now, simply go with the flow. Oh, alright, already! Janaye is my middle name, and one of my aliases. So, depending on the nigga I’m fucking at the time, it may be Janaye or Briana, another alias. That’s who I am to them. Please. Why would I give any of them my real name, especially when I know they’re creeping? Now when a chick does try to check for me, she’s looking for either one of the two, not Bianca, trust me. The ones who claim to be unattached, well, I take my chances and give ’em my real name. And that depends on whether or not I think they’re trying to run game on me.

“…I’m not sure if you remember me,” I continue, “but we met at the mall a few months ago.”

“Oh, yeah,” he says, sounding excited. “I know who you are. You were the one talking real slick that day. Had my dick all hard ’n shit. What’s good with you? I didn’t think you were gonna call.”

“I misplaced your number,” I lie. Hell, men do it all the time. “I was cleaning my car out this morning and found it stuck on the side of my passenger seat so I decided to hit you up to see what you been up to.”

“Oh, that’s wassup. For a minute there I thought you mighta got scared or something.”

I laugh. “No, baby, I’m a grown woman. I don’t scare easy.”

“Don’t start talking too fast. I don’t wanna have you running from me.”

“And I don’t run easy. You got me confused, big daddy.”

“Oh, yeah…is that so? So, what you getting into tonight?”

“The question is: What do I want getting into me tonight.”

“Oh, it’s like that? I can dig it. So tell me, then. What do you want in you tonight?”

“A stiff dick,” I say, getting right down to business. I have no time to waste going around in circles. Either you want to fuck or you don’t. “Can you handle that?”

“Oh, word? That’s what it is. You think you ready for me?”

“Neeegro,” I say, laughing. “I was born ready.”

“Yeah, right,” he replies, laughing with me. “I betcha can’t ta

ke no dick.”

“Think what you like, baby. You’ll have to get up a little earlier to get me to fall into that mind trap. Not gonna happen. Make no mistake, I’m skilled at what I do,” I tell him, veering off onto Route 280 west. “You can savor on that for a minute, then decide in what area you believe I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, okay,” he responds. “So when you tryna get this stiff dick?”

“Tonight,” I answer, smiling to myself. For some reason, tonight I’m in the mood to role play. I want to pretend I am having an anonymous pump and dump session with a thick, chocolate dick. I want this faceless man to walk in and find me naked on my bed, on my knees, face down, all wet and ready. There’ll be no words exchanged. In my fantasy, he comes in, drops his pants, rubs his dick up and down the crack of my ass, then slides it into my hot hole and fucks me. He pounds and pumps away until he dumps his thick load of cum deep inside me. Then he gets up, zips up, and leaves me with his nut dripping out of my aching pussy without me ever seeing his face. But in reality, he will pull his dick out of me, remove his condom and toss it on the side of the bed next to me, then walk out.

I tell Nelson this, and it gets quiet on the other end. For a moment, I think he’s hung up on me. “Hello, you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here. I’m taking it all in ’cause you really fucked me up with that. Whew! I ain’t never heard no shit like that before. I see you a real freak.”

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