"The Pleasure Principle" {Part 3/4}

I hung up with Katisha, grabbed my dress, and quickly drove home. I ran to my closet and grabbed the Louis Vuitton bathing suit given to me as a gift from yet another satisfied client, Jeffrey. I threw it into the suitcase and finished packing within minutes. I had just finished putting on my makeup on and was running the comb through my hair when the phone rang.

"What up, hoe?" Tamia asked, but before I could answer, she proceeded to sing the hit by Soulja Boy, "Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on. Took a look in the mirror, said 'what's up?' Yeah, I'm gettin money, oh!"

"Um ... hello ... hello, bitch ... save the rapping for your thugs," I said abruptly, cutting her off.

"Oh ... my bade hoe. I was calling because I was about to stop by so you could see these Jimmy Choo's I got from my new sugar daddy, Javier."

"Won't be happening tonight because Sterling got a limo coming in about 15 minutes and I'm about to be out."

"Oh, damn. Now that’s what’s up. Well hit me up when you get back."

"Alright, later."

I closed the phone and placed it on my vanity. I continued to comb my hair. I looked myself once over in my full-length mirror before going downstairs to wait for the limo. A few minutes later, the horn blared and I was on my way to see Sterling. Instead of going out of town, the driver took me to the Waldorf Astoria hotel in Manhattan. Once at Sterling's hotel suite, I nibbled on the caviar and sipped some champagne he had sitting next to the Jacuzzi. He was relaxing and began telling me about his stressful job. I was somewhat interested, but truthfully, my cash was on the mind so I changed the subject and handled business. I walked over to Sterling and proceeded to strip. I knew how much he loved to watch me and like always I put on a show.

After everything was over, like a taught dog, Sterling told me where I could find my compensation for the evening. To my left on the nightstand, there was a red velvet box that contained a platinum tennis bracelet and $4,500 in cash. I winked at him, gathered what was mine, and put it in my Gucci clutch. We shared a kiss before I rushed out. There was still time for me to catch up to Aaron. When I got home I called and told him I was on my way to I-Divine’s, but he asked me to meet him at his house instead. I knew what was up so I quickly grabbed my overnight bag and headed out the door. Half an hour later, I was pulling up behind Aaron’s white Yukon Denali. Before I got to the door I heard Aaron opening it. I saw the grin on his face and my eyes lit up.

Once inside, we damn near ran up stairs and into his bedroom. I slid my dress off, sat on the edge of the bed and began to play with myself. Aaron watched as I slowly began to massage my already engorged clit. I rubbed myself in a circular motion for several minutes as he watched, stroking his dick. I was nowhere close to climaxing, but I was getting moist looking back at him. My breasts were standing erect, waiting for Aaron to pay them some "special" attention. He came over to the side of the bed and leaned forward covering my left nipple with his hot mouth. I lifted my back as he pushed three fingers deep into my pussy. I moaned, rubbing my clit harder. He continued to suck my nipple and finger fuck. He pulled away from my taut nipple and moved his head below my waist. I moved my hand and he replaced it with his fat tongue. While his fingers moved in and out of my walls, his tongue danced across my clit. I moaned until I felt my body release the first orgasm. He straightened his back and turned to my side. I scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed his sack, as I filled my mouth with his manhood. He grabbed my head and threw his head back while fucking my mouth. I slurped on his dick until I felt it pulsing in my mouth. I knew he came but swallowed and continued working my magic on his dick. I knew he would be ready in a second. A minute went by before I felt his shaft swelling in my mouth. He took a step back and looked down at me. That expression told me he was going to give me what my body craved for. He walked over to the dresser, grabbed a condom. When his back hit the bed, I took the rubber from him, slid it on with my mouth and then straddled him. He loved when I did this. I knew it drove him crazy that he couldn’t figure out how I could put a rubber on with my mouth so precisely. With one stroke, Aaron went deep. I rode his cock until our bodies climaxed together. We held one another close and Aaron began talking about his career plans again, but then he mentioned being together forever. I almost jumped out of his arms but played it cool. I never said anything in response because I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded and pretended to fall asleep.

As the months went along, Aaron and I saw each other whenever my “modeling” schedule permitted. In a perfect world, he would indeed be the one. You know, that nigga I could be laid up in the bed on a Sunday afternoon watching movies with on some real hugged up shit. Aaron could indeed fuck all night like an energizer bunny and had a dick that reached every section of my sugar walls. His dick goes deep and during our session, he would have me coming for hours. To top it off, he also liked to spend doe on me. So what was there not to like? The realism was that we were both obsessed with our different lifestyles. Even though I felt I was falling in love with him, I knew deep down he would never be able to give me what I constantly needed. So I continued to tell myself it would never work and handled business. Keeping Aaron in check with his feelings was one thing, but I should’ve known that my mutinous ways were going to catch up with me.

I knew the game and getting money like this was only going to be temporary. Word on the street had it that Redd was about to get out of jail. I knew I needed to get out of New Jersey before my former pimp found me. After long consideration, I decided it was best for me to go the West Coast. I even considered hiring some females to expand my territory. My only dilemma with that was taking some young hoes under my belt. I knew they would try to feed me chicken when they knew I wanted steak. I knew the game because I did it to Redd when I worked for him. Simply put, the hoes would be giving me my money, but drama would start the moment any of them brought me less than what I knew they could get. I know what I asked for and that's what I want. Redd wasn’t on top of his game, but principles are everything, feel me?

Now that I’ve schooled you on the business, let’s get back to the dilemma with Redd getting out: Aaron. This dude wanted more of a commitment and I had to be honest with myself. I really wasn't ready to be with just one so I did what any female in my shoes would do. I left him a Dear John letter. I hit up a couple of my connects in Beverly Hills and began to pack my suitcases. Even though they were against my decision, I told Tamia and Katisha I had to get away from Redd. Katisha wanted me to tell Aaron, but he would never understand after all of the lies I’d told. I asked her how stupid would I look asking him to protect me from a pimp knowing I was still out doing it without him. Right as I got into my new candy apple red SLR McLaren to leave for the airport, my cell rang. I looked at the display and it read "Aaron." After our breakup, this pussy-whipped fool blew up my phone on a daily basis while sending flowers and gifts to my house. He had no idea that all of this was business and never personal. Someone like me would never settle down. I couldn't talk to him so I ignored the call and drove off into the sunset.

Yeah, that would be a fly ending to my story, huh? Yeah, but the reality was I was driving to the Newark International Airport to catch a flight to California to get away from Redd, remember?


To be continued ...


Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 1/4}
Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 2/4}

By: Kisha Green
author/publisher of the novel "And Even If I Did"
Blog Talk Radio host of "Writer's Life Chats"

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