wasn’t.
3
Kerri
I walked into the bathroom and the first thing I heard was some fool yelling outside my window like it was twelve in the afternoon, instead of twelve midnight. I peeked out my window and no surprise, it was Paul, yelling at poor Freddie the wino. Paul had been trying to get in my drawers ever since I moved in. Up ’til now I hadn’t even given him a sniff. But as broke as I was, it might just be worth giving him some if I could get him to pay some of my back rent—so Katrice would get off my back.
Jesus Christ, what the hell was I thinking about? I couldn’t believe I actually gave that shit some thought. It wasn’t like I didn’t already have enough male problems as it was, including the one laid up in my bed. Okay, let me stop exaggerating. Charlie wasn’t that bad if you liked guys almost twice your age with receding hairlines. The only problem was he was always pushing me to get married. Then again, what should I have expected from a guy who was gonna end up paying this month’s rent? You see, Charlie didn’t know it, but he was more like my ATM machine than my boyfriend, and it was time for a withdrawal. Especially after I came home to find a note tacked on my door from my landlord. It read:
Kerri,
I know times are hard but they are for everyone. You’re three months behind in your rent. Pay up by Monday or you have to get out!
Katrice
Well, I certainly didn’t have the money to pay up but I knew who did. I’d picked up the phone and called Charlie right away.
“Hey, handsome, what time do you get off? I got something I wanna give you.” I gave him my sexiest voice so he’d know what I was talking about.
“My shift ends at eleven.” I could hear a lot of noise in the background, so I knew he couldn’t talk long.
“I need for you to come over on your way home. What I’ve got for you, you’ve gotta have hot,” I teased.
“What is it?”
“You sure are full of questions, aren’t you? But if you must know, it’s warm, wet, and waiting for you,” I purred.
“Daaamn. I’ll be there by eleven-fifteen, not a second later,” he promised as he hung up the phone.
I set up the living room with candles, to set the mood. I took a bath and covered myself with the warm vanilla sugar spray I copped from Bath and Body Works. A little Luther on the stereo, my shimmering fine ass barely covered by a red satin robe, a bottle of Chianti chilling in the fridge, and by ten minutes after eleven, everything was ready.
“Hi, baby.” I opened the door and greeted him before he had a chance to knock.
“Hey, yourself. So what do you have for me?” He smiled as he looked me up and down. I grabbed him by the tie and pulled him into my small living room, kissing him before I pushed him down on the sofa.
“So, how was work?”
“Work was work. Now, what you got for me?” He smiled, letting me know he knew exactly what I had for him.
“I’ll tell you in a minute. Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
I went into the kitchen and poured him a glass of wine. Before I could turn around, I felt him behind me, reaching under my robe, caressing my ass.
“Damn, you smell good.”
“I taste better,” I said as I turned around and gave him a glass. He took a swallow and then kissed me full on my mouth. This was another thing I liked about Charlie. He was a take-charge kind of guy. I kissed him back and tugged at his shirt and tie until they finally came off. I was reaching for his belt when he lifted me off the floor and put me on the kitchen table. I don’t know who took my robe off, me or him, but by the time I lay back, I was butt-ass naked and his face was between my legs. He licked and ate my pussy like I was a hot fudge sundae and he had just quit Weight Watchers. He moaned as he did it, and that turned me on even more. When I came, he dove in even farther.
“Mmmmm, God, this is so good,” I moaned.
“Mmmmm, mmmm!” he agreed. He stopped long enough to carry me into my cramped bedroom and remove the rest of his clothes. Charlie wasn’t the finest man in the world, but his cut body and big dick got me wet again.
It was me who took charge this time, laying him on his back so I could take him into my mouth. I had already decided I had to work his ass over really good because I was already three months behind on my rent and had a cutoff notice from the electric and gas company. I needed at least seven hundred dollars.
I ran my tongue along the bottom side of his penis, and then caressed his balls in my mouth. I felt his body tense up as my tongue worked its magic. I don’t particularly like giving head, but with the mantra “Get the money, get the money” chanting in my head, I had a nice little rhythm going. It must have been working, because Charlie was panting and squirming, gripping the sheets. I felt him tap my shoulder, which was the signal that he was about to come. I eased my entire body on top of his and rode with the same rhythm I sucked. Get the money, get the money.
“Ride it, girl,” he growled, and slapped my ass.
“Give it to me, then,” I challenged. I leaned back slightly, rocking my pelvis into his.
“Oh God,” he moaned. This got ’em every time. Work it, Kerri. Get the money. Get the money. I looked into his eyes and nodded.
“Come for me,” I commanded. “Now!” I rocked faster and faster, driving him into a state of ecstasy. He cried out and I fell on his chest. I knew without a doubt that the money was in the bag. All I had to do was ask for it.
“God, Kerri. That shit is the bomb.”
“I know.” I climbed off of him and went into the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came out of the bathroom with a washcloth for him, he looked like he was knocked the fuck out. I walked back into the living room, catching a glimpse of the bills piled up on the coffee table, and remembered my plan. I climbed back into bed and lay next to Charlie’s still body, wrapping my arms around him. He turned and pulled me closer to him, kissing my forehead.
“You feel so good,” he mumbled.
“Only because that’s how you make me feel.” I snuggled closer to his warm body, deciding to make my move while he was still relaxed. “Charlie?”
“Yeah?” he answered.
“I need a favor.” I began to lick his chest and nibble at his nipples.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Can I borrow some money?”
He looked down at me. “So all this was so I could give you some money, huh?”
“No! What? You think I’m some kind of ’ho? I sleep with you ’cause I care about you, not for money! I can’t believe you, Charlie!” I sat up in the bed with a pout.
“No, baby. I was just playin’. I know you ain’t like that. How much money you need, huh?”
“A thousand dollars for my rent.” I added an extra three hundred for his last disrespectful comment.
“Damn, Kerri. What you need that much for?” He rubbed his hand between my neck and shoulders; he knew that was my spot. His lips picked up where his hands left off, and I could feel him getting hard again.
“I got to catch up on some bills, that’s all. I’m behind in my rent. Can I borrow it, please?” I wanted him to answer me before we got started again. His answer would actually determine how good round two was.
“When you need it, Kerri?”
“Tonight.” I could see that his round two was looking better and better.
“All right. I’ll go to the ATM at the Quick-Mart and bring it back. I can get five hundred off each one of my