"Bitch, what?"

"See there." I set the tray of food on the bed and put on my bra and panties, in my feelings.

"Don't go. Look, maybe a secretary in my department would suffice. Nineteen an hour. Forty hours a week, benefits and sign on bonus."

"When do I start?"

I put this pussy on his dick so good I was hired as an insurance agent with twenty-nine dollars an hour and the incredible stimulus package that included an apartment in the firm's housing complex paying less than half of what the average New Yorker paid for rent.

I pay my clit and told her good job. Dick was like a scooby snack to Miss Coochie Coochie Coochie Coo.

And now two years later Reggie has alienated over half the work force.

Mama always told me to never shit where you lay, but for months I was tag teaming two niggas in the HR offices.
But when Frank, a fuck boi, lied and told everybody that I ate his ass, Reggie clocked out, beat his ass in front of everybody, hunty, and I rode his dick till it came on our lunch break.

Then Frank got promoted to Supervisor, and I was his trainer. I taught him the ropes. He was a great, ambitious learner.

He kept it tongue in cheek cute, barely.  

We only communicated via email outside of work. So I kept a paper trail of our correspondence...

Inevitably, we exchanged phone numbers and I let him fuck me in the ass on his birthday, at my behest and suggestion.

I was sprung.

He was obsessed with this golden halo coochie.

But for the most part, during our convo l noticed that he expressed secrets to me and we joked and laughed. Reggie was extremely jealous. He started fucking the hoes on the job, thinking that was hurting me.

Chile.

Put some bleach on that dirty dick.

Frank protected me. Plus he motivated me and I motivated him when he was down. I throat fuck a nut out that dick before he go to work and after he got home.

No romantic stuff though. I was just confused.

He wanted to be like a brother to me, in the end.

I needed more, but I didn't sweat a nigga and I was too proud to beg, bih. 

Too many able bodied men out chea.

We think alike and have similar interest, just from our phone conversations. I didn't even know if he was single or not. I never inquired about it.

What should I do? 

Obviously nothing, because when I found out he took a two week vacation to marry his husband in Paris, I felt duped.

He was gay...?

In fact, I quit, moved three counties South, to Manhattan...

And forgot that he existed...