AARON PITNEY-The Next Step

He had been seeing Tangie occasionally. A few dates out around the town, and lunch dates on campus. He did not know if that made them a couple or what, but he liked where things were headed. She was smart and focused, the things he cared about in a woman.

Looks did not matter much to him, although he thought she was beautiful as well. Women that were overly done up with make-up and hair,  did nothing for him. Tangie was all natural, from her hair to the minimal amount of make-up she wore, to the simple style of clothes she dressed. She had the money, but she was never dolled up in designer from head to toe.

And she was not dating him for his money either.

"We should catch that new Denzel movie this weekend," Tangie said to him while they were having lunch at the Student Union amongst all the college kids.

"I have my daughter this weekend."

"Okay, then scratch Denzel, something family-oriented."

That made him smile to hear. He liked that she could just roll with the punches and had no problem hanging with his daughter. That was key since he loved his daughter and his time with her was special.

"How about I take you and my other girl somewhere special."

"Oh, I'm your girl?"

He grinned, in between bites of his pickle spear. "We have been seeing each other for a few weeks. We like each other...a lot...a lot in my case."

She giggled.

"I like when you laugh," he said to her. "Beautiful."

"Charmer."

"I'm going to take my girls to my favorite place."

"Sushi again?"

"No," he said with a smile. "Better. Pack an overnight bag."

Tangie gave him a look. Yes, he was taking the relationship to the next step. He may be rushing things but he liked Tangie and they were not getting any younger.

"A little presumptuous of you."

He only shrugged. "We're two adults. I say we let lose for one weekend."

TANGIE BAINBRIDGE-Weekend Away

She was pleasantly surprised when Aaron drove nearly two hours out of Midtown to a small town known for quiet, vacation homes on a lake. He pulled up to one of the homes.

"It's so pretty out here." She rarely traveled for pleasure, just for work, and so it was always hotels, not tucked-away cabins.

"Tangie, you have to see my room! And there's a pool and daddy has a boat," Jasmine went on as they all unloaded from the car.

"This is your house?"

"My vacation house. I don't get here enough. Jazzy loves it out here."

"Daddy, stop calling me that!" Jasmine grabbed her bag and ran to the house.

This must be that "doctor money," she thought as they made it inside the house. It was a nice size and decorated very simply. This man had the money but still lived simple. She wondered how many women had he brought to his vacation home to seduce? If that was the plan for her this weekend, she was down.

"There are two bedrooms, but I'll take the sofa couch." Aaron grabbed their bags and put them in the corner.

"No Aaron, I can't have you do that. It's your house."

"Tangie, come see my room," Jasmine said, pulling her arm.

"Jazz, what did I tell you about ordering adults to do something?" Aaron said to her.

"Not to. But-"

"Go to your room, Tangie will be there in a moment."

"Okay sorry, Tangie." Jasmine hugged her. "I'm glad you came with us."

Tangie smiled as she ran off. She was a sweet girl.

"I'm glad you came too," Aaron said, taking her hand. "I know we both work like crazy, so we need to find time to just get away and relax. No work, just hanging out and getting to know each other."

"I agree," she said. "And about those sleeping arrangements...you sleep with me...if we sleep at all."

She gave him a passionate kiss and then walked off toward Jasmine's room. If the good doctor wanted to take his time and go slow or see if she was ready, she hoped he got the message now.

She wanted that man in every way possible.

TAMARA SMITH-JACKSON-Maintenance Needed

What was she going to do without Antonio? Finally, move on? Maybe. Not that there were many options in small Midtown. She had to date someone on her level. Someone above her means, not below it. How many eligible bachelors were in her league?

Bachelor number one, the hottest in Midtown, was about to marry Donna Jackson in a few weeks. She bet the marriage would not last six months.

Then there was William Statner. He was attractive and rich, practically a Van Russell himself, but she knew more evil deeds about him and she did not want to be in his crossfire.

Of course, there was the deplorable Quinton Jackson...who knocked up his brother's wife. She would have actually given him a shot, but not after this scandal.

A couple of the top ten, while wealthy, were not even enough to look at. Damn! Couldn't they be handsome and rich? It's like money took away good looks unless they were in an imaginary fairytale like the romance books she liked to read. The hot billionaire? As if that was a common occurrence.

Then she saw him, bachelor number ten. Dr. Aaron Pitney. Gorgeous, chocolate brother who worked at Midtown University. Divorced and ready to settle down.

"All right doctor, I'll be seeing you soon."

She was at the car dealership getting some maintenance on the Mercedes, reading the Midtown Business magazine, and taking notes when something, no someone caught her eye.

A guy dressed in a mechanic's jumpsuit watched her with a grin. She looked around to make sure it was her he was looking at. She was the only one in the large waiting room. She gave him a polite smile and went back to her magazine.

Hot damn! Now that as a handsome man. No, better than that. Gorgeous, sexy, hot...all of the words to describe a man that was blessed in the face, and body. Now, why couldn't they make men like that her age and rich?

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

She looked up and the man had made his way over to her. Great! He must have recognized her from TV and wanted an autograph. She was used to that. It always made her day.

"How can I help you, sir?"

Good Lord! He was even better up close. A creamy brown, dark mysterious eyes, fine cheekbones, luscious, kissable lips an earring in each ear, tall, maybe six feet four or more. Damn! He made her extremely hot,

"I saw a beautiful, Black woman sitting here all alone, I had to speak."

"Oh, well thank you."

"I work here. Call me the maintenance man," he said with a grin, showing off his perfect white teeth. "I fix things. Whatever you need."

Did he just proposition her? This guy looked like he was no older than twenty-one. What could she do with him, a mechanic or maintenance man, whatever he called himself? He did not have anything she needed.

"Well, thanks, but..."

The man leaned closer to her and said in his sexy voice, "No disrespect, but I bet that body needs a tune-up."

His voice, his hot breath on her neck, and his husky smell had her. Hours later, she pulled up at the address he gave her. A small apartment complex in a not-so-nice neighborhood. But with no concern for her safety or car, she walked up to his door to see what this maintenance man was all about.

Mr. Maintenance Man opened the door only wearing teeny red underwear. He was already fully erect and stretched through the fabric. His body was chiseled brown perfection. Dear God!

"Oh my!" came from her lips.

He pulled her in his arms, kissing her as if they were long-lost lovers. The man was a magician because he had her designer blouse and skirt off before she could blink. She kicked off her heels as he slid her panties down to her thighs.

She should feel some way with this young Thundercat, but at forty-three, she knew she still looked good, better than any woman half her age. She took care of her body, inside and out. At five feet ten, she carried her weight well for a woman her age after having three children.

"Better than I thought," he said, looking over her body.

"What do you need me to do?" She felt like a little girl going at it her first time.

"Just stand here."

He went down on his knees and buried his face right between her thighs. She felt his thick tongue enter her and it felt as if it was a penis. She gasped, feeling him thrust it in and out of her.

"That feels amazing."

This man who she did not even know his name, much less anything else about him was rocking her world. After the awesome oral sex, she thought that was his trick and that's all he had. A man with a tongue like that obviously could not work it down below.

Then he pulled out the baton. It was like a policeman's nightstick. Thick and dark, at least twelve inches of pleasure or pain.

"Oh my!"

"You want this?"

She eagerly nodded.

He led her to the middle of his living room, pulled her to the floor, and told her to get on all fours. She was afraid, but she did it anyway.

He reached over to get a condom from a bowl full of them, like a centerpiece, a bowl of condoms as decorations. He opened it and slid it on. She hoped that was the magnum-sized.

He grabbed her waist and started to push that thick, long tool into her. She felt the pressure building all over her. Her body stretched to take him in.

"Come on, you got this," he said, making slow thrusts. "You're so beautiful. I've been wanting to tear this pussy up."

Her body relaxed and he seemed to slide even deeper. It was amazing. She did not think she could take all of that mandingo, but she was letting this stranger fuck her from the back like she never ever did with her husband. She loved how he made her body feel. He was what the doctor ordered.

"You like this dick?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Girl, you got me so hard!"

"Don't stop."

He fucked her in positions she had never even seen before. She spent hours there. Then he shocked her.

"I charge five thousand an hour for services."

The hell? He was a male prostitute?

He did not let her shocked expression phase him. "But since I have a thing for fine-ass Tamara, you can get a half-priced special."

Got damn! That was the best seventy-five hundred dollars she spent on herself. And she definitely would be back to get his services the way he made her body feel. And she still did not know his name.

"My name's Frederick," he said before sliding back inside of her.

A/N: Aaron and Tangie seem like a perfectly normal couple, right? Oh you know I'm about to bring some drama into their lives. Case in point, Tamara has her eye on Dr. Aaron.