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Creole Gaudet.
I was in the customer’s lounge at the auto dealership having my oil changed when she walked in.
She was a petite, chocolate brown girl dressed in a pair of fitted white denims with a matching crop top, exposing her taut midriff. Her hair was cut in a short asymmetrical bob that hung low and across the face on one side and was chopped and tapered in the rear.
I watched as she quick-glanced the crowded room, fixing her eyes on the only available seat, which was next to mine. “Is this one taken?”
“No, not at all.” I stood slightly in a chivalrous gesture. “Please sit down.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m Stefen.”
“Paige.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. How’s your day going?”
“Other than these people driving me, I’m fine.”
“Are you having work done on your car?”
“No, I’m switching cars.”
“Switching cars?”
“It was acting up, so they’re trying to put me in something else.”
“Oh, what was wrong with it?”
“What wasn’t wrong with it? The brakes were bad. The headlights went out; I got a ticket for that. Now the radiator or whatever overheated, and it broke down on me on the Interstate. Smoke was everywhere. I thought the damn thing was on fire. And my favorite CD is still stuck in the player.”
“It sounds like a lemon. Have you tried to get your money back?”
“It’s a buy-here-pay-here, and they keep your deposit if you walk away. Once they get you to
sign those papers, you’re screwed. I just didn’t have any other options after my new car was stolen. I was so upside down that I still owed money after the insurance paid it off. Now it gets even better, Stefen. In the middle of all that, I get laid off… No warning. If not for unemployment, I’d be out on the street.”
“Where were you working?”
“I was over at Bunny Bread. Six years and I’m gone just like that.”
“Do you have any prospects?”
“Not right now. I’ve been looking, but nothing so far. Why, do you have some work for me?”
I returned a smile. “I can look around, call on a few favors.”
Paige’s attention was caught by the short, stocky man entering the room. “There’s my salesman right there.”
I took a quick inventory. Below his balding Afro were the chubby cheeks of a hording hamster. His dress was typical of the used heap-huckster. An open-collared white dress shirt and cheap brown slacks. “Uh, Paige, we have you all set up and ready to go.” He opened the manila folder, spit-turning a few pages before offering his knockoff Mont Blanc. “I just need you to sign right here.”
Paige stood, glancing over the paperwork. She scrawled her signature at the bottom. “I’m not going to have problems with this one, am I, Johnny?”
“Oh, no. This one is real nice.” He leaned in, whispering, “It was owned by an old white lady
from Chalmette. She hardly ever drove it. You won’t have any problems at all.” He studied me from above his reading glasses as he tugged Paige’s elbow. “Come right this way, I have it waiting outside.”
Paige disengaged Johnny’s grasp. “Hold on, I’m talking to my new friend.”
He reached over, extending his hand. “Johnny Davis. How are you, brother?”
I stood. “Stefen Carbo. Glad to meet you, Johnny.”
Paige cut in, “Well, Stefen, it was nice talking to you. Why don’t you call me sometime so we
can continue our conversation.”
“Sure, I would like that.” I quickly opened my contacts.
Johnny broke in, “We really have to go.” He held out the folder, pointing towards the exit.
“Your new car is outside, and the engine’s running. I even have the air conditioner on for you, too. It’s nice and cold.”
“Didn’t you just say that I would have no trouble with this car?”
“Right, you have nothing to worry about. I put my word on that.”
“So it shouldn’t matter how long it runs out there, right?”
“Right.” There was an anxiousness in Johnny’s voice. “You’ll be just fine. You have our
promise.”
“Well, go out there and wait for me. I’m coming.” Johnny fixed his mouth for a retort, but after scanning the room, he thought the better of it. “Call me soon, Stefen, okay?”
“I will.”
As Paige walked away, my mind began to analyze the entirety of the situation. Even though it seemed to be no fault of her own, she had some serious and pressing financial responsibilities that would have to be resolved, and I was not sure if I was up for it.
It was about two weeks later when I phoned Paige. As it rang, I ran through a few pat hand
alibis to offer for my lack of imperativeness. “Hello.”
“Hello, is this Paige?”
“Who’s this?”
“Stefen… I met you at the car dealership… You were changing cars.”
“Oh! Hey, Stefen. You took your sweet time calling me, didn’t you? I thought you must have
met someone else or something.”
“Things were hectic for a while, and I had to get some personal affairs in order.”
“Well, I hope you worked it all out.”
“Everything’s good now. Look, I was wondering what you were doing today. I thought maybe
you would like to get out for a while, get something to eat.”
“That sounds good. I’m always hungry.”
“How about two o’clock? I’ll pick you up.”
“I can be ready by then. It’s kind of early, huh?”
“I was thinking we could make a day of it. Maybe make up for taking so long to call you.”
“It’s a start.”
I arrived at Paige’s place with ten minutes to spare. She resided in a mixed-income apartment complex in a hardscrabble area of Eastern New Orleans. There were a few shady characters loitering about when I parked, but they didn’t seem to be of any threat. I phoned Paige as I approached her door. She welcomed me in.
“Have a seat.” Paige darted off towards her bathroom. “I have to finish putting on my face! I’ll be ready in a minute!”
I sat on the sofa, taking a look around the room. There were no pictures, awards or certificates of any kind. Everything, including the furniture, had rented all over them. I wouldn’t have been shocked to lift a cushion and find an Aaron’s placard.
“How do I look? Is this okay?”
Paige stood in sandals wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a short-sleeved blouse. “It’s perfect. You look very nice.”
As we exited the property, I noticed Paige eyeing the interior of my car. “There’s leather
everywhere I look, Stefen. This is much nicer than that piece of shit I’m driving.”
“It’s just a car.”
“It must have been expensive.”
“It wasn’t cheap.”
“You must be doing well, really well.”
“I do okay?”
We had seafood at a restaurant on Decatur Street before a stroll along the Moon Walk. On the way back to the car, we’d stopped and grabbed a couple of daiquiris.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Paige?”
“Yes, I haven’t been out here in years. I forget how nice New Orleans is sometimes. I felt like a tourist today.” She took a couple sips from her drink straw. “Where do you live?”
“A few blocks away.”
“You live in the Quarter?”
“Actually, I’m over in the Warehouse District.”
“I’d like to see it. Take me there.”
Paige was wide-eyed with anticipation as we entered, scanning every inch from the kitchen to the living room. She pulled me close, giving me a long, deep kiss. She released slightly, looking me in my eyes. “I need a favor, Stefen.”
“What is it?”
“I need fifteen hundred dollars.” I pushed away from her embrace, but she locked on, holding me tighter. She lightly ran her fingertips along my chest and shoulder. “With that kind of car you drive and a place like this, I know you got it. It’s not a lot of money for a big-timer like you. I can see you’re not broke, not at all.”
I forced myself from her grip, taking a seat on the sofa. I grabbed the remote, hitting the power button. She sat next to me. “What do you need that kind of money for?”
“I got a lot of bills I need to catch up with. You know I’m out of work right now.”
“Yeah, I remember you telling me that…two weeks ago. How soon are these bills due? Are they about to shut off the lights, evict you, or take your car?”
“Not this month, but by next month I’ll be out of my place with nowhere to go.”
“Well, you have some time yet. If things don’t work out by then, I’ll do what I can to help you
with that.”
“I could really use it right now, though.” Paige leaned in, speaking softly into my ear. “When I
don’t have to think about things like that, I can really have a lot of fun.”
“Like I said, if it don’t work out by then, I’ll take care of it. I got you.”
Paige sighed, turning her attention to the TV.
I knew that she was in a bind when I met her, so there was no way I should have been surprised when she asked for help. I wanted to give her the benefit, but I also wanted to be sure I wasn’t about to get played. “How are you set for food? Do you have anything to eat at home?”
“Not really. I have a few cans here and there.”
“Come on, I’m taking you grocery shopping.”
Paige’s refrigerator was filled with milk, eggs, juices, fruits, vegetables, and meats for the
freezer. Her pantry was stocked with rice, beans, pasta, and canned goods. I’d even supplied her with paper towels, tissues for the bathroom, cleaning supplies, and spray scents.
I wasn’t comfortable at Paige’s place, so there was no way I was going to leave my car
unattended overnight. “I’m going to get out of here, okay?”
“Do you really have to go?”
“Yeah. I have some business to take care of tomorrow, so I’m going to go home, take a shower, and get to bed.”
She gave me a tight hug followed by a couple of pecks on the lips. “Thank you so much for my date and my groceries. I don’t have to worry about eating for at least two months.”
“No problem. Like I said, I got you.”
We kissed again before I walked out. She leaned through the doorway, watching as I entered my car. She waved as I drove off.
It was the next morning when I called Daniel, an old high school buddy of mine. I had
remembered a previous conversation that we’d had where he’d asked if I knew anyone who might be interested in a position as a call center representative.
After catching up and throwing each other a few playful jabs, I pitched Paige to him as a
potential candidate. Daniel went straight into management mode, telling me that they were still hiring, but he didn’t know exactly when the next training period was. He promised to get back to me with the details.
Over the next few days, I hadn’t heard from Paige. I’d left several messages, but all I got was a one-way conversation with her answering service.
After about a week, I stopped calling. This must have triggered something because Paige made an impromptu visit to my place. I opened the door.
“Surprise, Stefen! What’s up?”
“So I don’t hear from you in forever, and you just pop up out of the blue?”
“You don’t have company, do you?” She followed me to the sofa. “What were you doing?”
“I was watching this movie, but how ’bout you tell me why you haven’t been taking my calls or giving me the courtesy of returning them.”
“I’ve been out trying to find some work, trying to get some money. I have all these bills coming up, and you don’t want to help me.”
“I never said that I wouldn’t. You just have to have a little patience.”
“I don’t have patience, Stefen. I like to have things done right away.”
Paige slid to the floor, crawling between my legs. “What do we have here?” She bit my crotch, blowing warm air through the fabric of my boxers. She then climbed on top of me, probing my ear with her tongue, giving my lobe sharp nibbles. She spoke in a husky voice. “Are you going to give me that money?”
“You really don’t have patience, do you?”
“I told you that I didn’t. I need things now, just like I need you right now.” She removed her top and bra, tossing them aside. “I want you to suck on these titties.” She pressed her breast to my lips. “Can you do that?”
I took her pert nipple into my mouth. “Yeah, Stefen. That turns me on.”
“You like that?”
“I love it. That makes me want to give you this pussy.”
“You want to give it to me?”
“I want to give you all this pussy, but what are you going to do for me?”
I shoved Paige off my lap and stood. “What the hell?!
“Fuck it then, Stefen!” Paige silently dressed herself as she stormed out, slamming the door
behind her.
Daniel called me the following morning, informing me that he had a spot in the next training
class, but Paige needed to come in and apply in person. I thanked him.
That left me with mixed feelings. I really didn’t want to deal with Paige, but at the same time, I didn’t want to be petty.
There was an uneasiness tugging at me as I dialed her number. I was hair-triggered, ready to go off if she gave me any gruff. I just wanted to pass on the info and move on.
“Hello, Stefen.” Paige’s voice was warm and cordial.
“Hey, I’m calling to tell you something right quick. Do you have a second?”
“I do, but first let me apologize. I was way out of line, and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.
I’m kinda desperate, and I admit, I was trying to seduce you to get some money.”
“Well, I’m glad you said that. It makes me feel better about it. But I called you because I have
some good news. How would you like a job?”
“Don’t play with me, Stefen! I would love a job!”
“This is why I was telling you to hold on and be patient. I talked to a buddy of mine. His name
is Daniel Moore, and he’s a manager at Independence Bank. I told him about your situation and he’s guaranteed me that he’ll hire you.”
“But I’ve never worked in a bank before. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“It’s for the bank, not in the bank. It’s not even at a branch. The job is working in the call center out in Michoud. That’s only a couple of miles away from where you live.”
“What am I supposed to do there?”
“Daniel said you’ll have your own cubicle where you pretty much sit at your desk in front of a
computer and answer phone calls from customers.”
“What do I tell them?”
“You’re worrying way too much. They’re going to train you for a whole month before you even touch a real call.”
“But I need money now, Stefen. I can’t wait a month to get paid. I can’t do that. Tell him thanks but no thanks.”
“They pay you while you train. You’re set. The interview is for noon tomorrow. You can do
this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure, I’m sure. He told me that if you stick with it, there will be raises and potential to move
up. This could be a career for you. That’s way better than baking bread.”
“You’re right. This could change my whole life.”
“I’m sending you a text with all the info.”
“Thank you so much, Stefen. This means the world to me.”
“No problem. Glad I could help.”
I got a call from Daniel the following evening. Paige was a no-show. I apologized for the
inconvenience and thanked him for the favor. I called Paige immediately.
“Hey, Stefen.”
“Paige, what happened? Why didn’t you make the interview? Daniel told me that you didn’t
even show up. You didn’t even call.”
“I went out with my girls last night and we got drunk. I forgot to set my alarm clock.”
“You go out and get drunk on the night before a job interview? When were you going to tell
me?”
“I woke up about an hour ago, and I’m just getting out of the shower. I was going to call you. I
don’t know what the fuck the big deal is, though. If it’s your boy, you can just have him set it up for another day or something.”
“The spot is filled now, Paige!”
“Well, if he can’t squeeze me in, he can’t be all that anyway.”
“Is that the way you think things work? When you don’t show up for a scheduled interview, you don’t get hired. All you had to do was get some rest and get over there bright-eyed and fresh. But no, you decided to go out with your girls and get shit-faced. Are your girls going to help pay your bills?”
“You’re not my daddy! Where the fuck do you get off trying to handle me? Who do you think you are?”
“I’m the one you’ve been trying to get money from, remember? I’m the one who’s trying to get you out of the hole you’re in. I’m the one who found you a job so that you could be independent and do for yourself instead of having to ask for money. That’s who I am.”
“I’m on my way to see you. We can talk about it when I get there.”
It was an hour later when Paige arrived. She walked by me, entering. “Wow, look at you. No makeup, sweats, and sneakers? Not what I expected.”
I closed the door and was heading for the sofa when she stepped into my path. “What?”
She pointed her finger to the tip of my nose. “You’re a pussy, you know that?”
“Is that what you came over here for? You’re looking for a fight?”
“Yup, I’m about to mess you up, pretty boy.” She raised her clenched fists, taking her guard. “No motherfucker talks to me like that.” I was able to telegraph the wild roundhouse, stepping back just enough for it to only graze my chin. “There we go. I almost got your ass.”
Paige then came with a flurry of punches. I side-stepped, shoving her away. “You can’t be
serious.”
She rallied with another roundhouse. I blocked it with a forearm, countering with an open hand slap across the side of her head. “Is that enough, or do you want some more? Let me know.”
“You got lucky, that’s all.”
She charged at me with spinning windmills. I grabbed her wrists, twisted her around, placing my foot to her rear end. Paige flailed desperately as she tried to catch her balance, landing hard against the arm of the sofa. “Owe! Damn, man, fuck!” She knelt, clutching her gut, raising her hand in surrender. “Alright, you got me. You win.”
“Are you sure? I can go all day.”
“No, you win. I swear.” She was curled on her side in a ball for a few moments. With an even, steady smile, Paige rose, slowly sashaying over to me. My hands were at my sides, but I was poised for a sneak attack. She reached gingerly for my shoulders while looking into my eyes. “I don’t want to fight anymore.” She lightly tugged at my neck, pulling me down for a long, passionate kiss. I reached around with both hands, palming her rear.
Paige led me to my bedroom, sitting me down on the edge of the bed. She backed away and removed her sweats. I watched as she did a sensual dance, running her hands across her hips and breasts. She cupped her tits, squeezing and stretching them to her mouth, running her pointed tongue around her dark areolas.
She then pulled my shirt above my head, attacking my nipples, gnawing and biting while unbuttoning my pants. I lifted slightly as she slid them down.
Paige began kissing and sucking my inner thighs. She raised my sack, attacking my perineum with veracity. She went quickly for my anus, stabbing it with her hot, darting tongue.
I freed myself from her probing, pulling her onto the bed. I mounted her missionary, entering her moistness, pounding thoroughly.
The light tingly sensations of my approaching orgasm had already begun. I knew I was only moments away from my release. “I want to see your face when you come. Put that nut in me.”
“It’s almost here.” My strokes increased. “Here it comes. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Give it to me.”
My eyes rolled under my tightly closed lids. My body bucked wildly. “Here it comes! Here it comes!”
Without even the slightest of a presage or forewarning, Paige shoved me off of her. Her timing was perfect, and the pain was immediate. I grabbed myself in an attempt to open the sluice, but I was gripped with humiliation.
“What the fuck was that, Paige?!”
With the acting dramatics, reminiscent of the silent film starlets, she threw her arm across her forehead. “I can’t have any fun when I’m always thinking about these bills.” I was surprised she didn’t follow with the over-the-top batting of the eyelashes.
If I wasn’t sure before, I knew what I was dealing with now. There was a wily snake next to me in my bed.
She jumped to her feet, side-eyeing me as she dressed, doing her best to fight back the smirk that was tugging at the sides of her mouth. “Gotta go. Bye.”
A tremulous giggle trailed behind as Paige scurried away. She was gone.
She had won the battle, but I could at least take solace in the fact that I hadn’t given her what she was after. But somehow, for some reason, I still felt like a chump. I could’ve just moved on, but I wanted answers. I wanted closure; a finale. I wanted to win the war.
It was the following day when I put my plan into action. I was walking the used car lot, feigning interest, when a young salesman approached. “How are you doing, sir? What do we have to do to put you in one of these fine, certified pre-owned vehicles today? We’re having our big closeout…”
“I’d talked to another gentleman before. Johnny Davis. Is he here today?”
“Yes, sir. Let me get him for you.”
I was kicking tires when I saw the huckster waddling out to meet me. “Hey there, buddy. You asked for me? How can I help you?”
“I’m looking for a nice car for a friend of mine. She has one now, but she’s wanting to trade up to something newer.”
“Oh, I recognize you. I bet you’re looking for a car for Paige.”
“Right. She’s a little down on her luck, and I’m trying to see if I can help her out. Losing her job and all has put her a little behind, you know?”
“Her job?”
“Over at Bunny Bread. She worked there for six years.”
“She never lost a job at Bunny Bread.” Johnny’s face lit with glee. “Paige ain’t no joke. How much did she get you for, a couple grand?”
“Just because I may have given her a few dollars, it doesn’t mean that she’s trying to get over on me.”
Johnny was bent over with laughter. “I’m sorry, young blood. I don’t mean no disrespect.”
“What’s funny?”
“Oh, my god. That damn Paige has done it again.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Let me ask you this. Did you hit?”
“No, but she really likes me. We have something real.”
He placed his hand on my shoulder as he wiped his teary eyes. “Young blood. She has a big lesbian lover and they live together in Eden Isle out there in Slidell.”
“Now I know that’s not true because I’ve been to her apartment and she lives alone.”
“You mean the apartment that she uses for in-calls. She turns tricks and shakes down guys just like you. Don’t feel bad, you were beat by the best.”
“Did she get you, too?”
“Well…”
“Alright, Johnny. I guess I’ll see you later.”
“What about a car?”
“You just talked yourself out of that, didn’t you?”
I’d just pulled into Paige’s driveway when I saw her walking a gentleman to his pickup truck. I quickly backed in between two parked cars, watching until he drove away.
I dialed Paige. “Hey, Stefen. What do you want?”
“I’m stopping by.”
“No, not right now. I was out last night and I have a hangover. Call me later.”
“Too late, I’m walking up to your door. Open it.”
It was a few moments before she let me in. She’d removed her makeup, ruffled her hair, and was now wrapped in a housecoat. I bullied my way, walking around her place as she followed. “How are you going to just come to my house without calling first?”
“How did you come to my house without calling first? What’s the matter, do you have company?”
“No.”
I spotted empty fast-food wrappers and cups on the dining table. “Looks like it to me. Is that a place setting for two?”
She grabbed it all together into a mash-up. “I didn’t feel like cooking.” As she shoved it into the trash can, I stole away to her bedroom. “Your bed is a mess, too.” I could hear her hustling towards me. “It’s funky in here, Paige. What’s that smell?”
Page tore the covers away from the bed, rolling them into a pile. “I was going to clean up today.”
“What’s that envelope on your dresser? It looks like it’s full of cash.”
“That’s for my rent. My girlfriend let me have that.”
“Well, I guess I don’t have to give you the surprise I had for you.”
“What surprise?” With a steady push, Paige nudged me back into the living room. “What are you talking about?”
“Get yourself together. I’m taking you to the bank to open your own account.”
“Really?! Are you going to put money in it?!”
“I told you that I had you, didn’t I?”
She held me tightly. “You’re so sweet.”
“Damn, you stink. You smell like ass and nut.”
She smiled. “No, I don’t, Stefen.”
“Smells like some longshoremen ran a train on your ass. Go take a shower.” Paige hurried off. “And make sure you wash everything good too!”
“Shut up!”
I began to investigate, peeking into the refrigerator and cupboards. Everything was bare. All the food I’d bought was gone. I thought back to Johnny and his story of the big lesbian. I caught a quick visual of her chomping down on my steaks. If I had anything left in my conscience to convince me to drop the idea of revenge, it had now flown out the window.
Paige was wrapped in a towel when she ducked into her bedroom. She spoke from the other side of the door. “Give me a few minutes, alright?”
“If you keep me waiting much longer, we may have to do it another day.”
“No! I’m coming. Just wait for me.”
“You have to hurry up. It’s getting late.”
We were pulling into my parking spot when Paige questioned. “Why are we here, Stefen? I thought we were going to the bank.”
“We are. Come in for a few minutes. I just have to grab up my banking and personal information. Plus I want to call ahead and make an appointment. I know the manager, and she takes care of my transactions for me.”
Paige tailed my every move, following me to my bedroom. I pointed to the stack of papers on the dresser. “This is what I needed.”
“Okay, now can we go?”
“I said that I had to call in. Have a seat.” She took the very edge of the bed.
I removed the documents and sat next to her. I scrolled through my contacts, fake dialed a number, and placed it to my ear. “Leslie, how are you? I need you to set something up for me. I want to open a checking account for a friend of mine… Yeah, today if you can… Good, we’ll be there in a few, okay? You want to put it in now?”
I handed a sheet of paper and a pen to Paige. “Write down your full name and social. She wants to load it all in so that all we have to do is deposit it into your new account.”
“Can’t you just give me the money?”
“I don’t have that kind of cash on me, and I can’t withdraw three thousand dollars from an ATM.” Paige’s eyes sparkled.
“Yeah, Leslie, she lives in New Orleans.”
“No, give her my grandmother’s address. That’s where I receive all my important stuff.”
“Are you sure, Paige? Your debit card and everything will be at your grandmother’s house.”
“I’m sure.”
“Where does she live?”
“Slidell.”
“Okay, write all that down for me.”
“Hold on, Leslie. She’s giving me everything now.” I read it back into the phone. “Do you have all that?”
I leaned close to Paige, speaking in a low voice. “If I ever wanted to send my people at you, I have everything I need now, don’t I?” I laughed.
“Okay, Leslie, thanks. We’ll be on our way. We just have a little business to take care of first. We’ll see you when we get there.”
Paige watched intently as I began removing my shoes and socks. “What are you doing? I thought we were going to the bank, Stefen.”
“We are.” I stood, unbuttoning my shirt.
“But we can do that when we get back, can’t we?”
“I want to do it now.” I lowered my pants and underwear. “I guess I’m like you. I don’t have patience.”
“I don’t know, man.”
I held my erection tightly in my fist. “It won’t be long. I still have that big nut in my sack from the last time you were here.” I guided her to the floor. “Now, suck my dick.”
Paige took me, lazily lapping and stroking.
“Oh no, not like that. I’m going to fuck your pretty little face.” I balanced on the balls of my feet, shoving my penis deep into her throat. I humped, thrusting steadily, punching her tonsils.
“That’s it! Take it!” I held her tightly to me, locking my hands behind the nape of her neck. “Take that dick!” Paige struggled, gagging and coughing. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears.
I pulled out, releasing her. “I tell you what. Since you’re not really into it. Get undressed and get on the bed.”
“But I don’t want to take my clothes off.”
“You want that money, right?”
“Yeah, but you’re going to be all day, and I want to get there before they close. It’s already four fifteen. We can finish this later.”
“We’re going to finish now. The sooner we get it over with, the sooner we can go. You’re wasting time.” Paige quickly removed her clothes. She climbed onto the bed and on her back. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
“I don’t like it like that.”
“I do. You’re a big girl. You’ll be just fine.” Paige turned, positioning herself. “That looks good, but I need you to arch your back a little more for me. I want that ass up nice and high.” She followed my directions. “There we go. That looks good.” I caressed her cheeks with both hands. “I wish I could say I’m going to be gentle, but I can’t.”
I spat into my palm, coating my head. I placed it at her entrance, slowly entering her. Paige reflexed, but I grabbed her narrow waist. “Don’t run away from it.”
“It’s too much.”
“You’re okay.” I began stroking in and out, speeding up slightly until I caught my rhythm. Paige’s buttocks rippled under each hit of my body. “It’s getting juicy down there. Listen to it. It must be good to you.”
“You’re going in too far.”
“Not yet. Tilt that ass up some more. I’m about to go deeper.”
“You’re already as far as you can go.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it hurts.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve hit bottom yet.” I began to pound Paige with everything I had.
“Damn! You’re killing me.”
“I’m about to kill you some more, bitch!”
“Stefen, you’re fucking me up, man! Stop! You’re too big! I can’t take it!”
Paige’s cries began to turn me on even more. She dug her fingers into the pillows, burying her face. “Owe, it hurts! Hurry up, please!”
“Here it comes, bitch!” I pulled out, stroking, rubbing my balls in her crack as I exploded, glazing her ass with my semen. “Ah, that’s it! Yes!”
“Tell me you’re not doing that all over me.”
“Fuck! It feels so good it hurts!”
“That shit is disgusting!”
I squeezed off the last few drops before gathering my clothes. I headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I took a piss and had a quick bird bath in the sink before getting dressed.
Paige was locked in the same position when I walked out. “What’s wrong with you?! Why aren’t you dressed?!”
“Can you get me a towel or something?”
“We don’t have time for that shit! Put your fucking clothes on! We have to go. Leslie will be leaving in thirty minutes.”
“What about all this stuff? It’s starting to run everywhere.”
“Fuck that! By the time we get there, it’ll be dry. Let’s go! I’ll be waiting for you in the car.”
Paige came running. I opened the passenger door and we drove away. “Don’t worry, we don’t have far to go. My bank is right up ahead on Canal Street. We’re on time.”
“Okay.”
“Are you alright? I wasn’t really hurting you, was I?”
“No, I was just trying to get you to hurry up.”
“I thought it was good. What do you think? Did you enjoy it?”
“That was so good, my pussy is still throbbing. I’ve never had a man fuck me like that before in my life. You’re making me rethink everything.”
“Rethink? Like what?”
“Just…everything.”
“I’m going to add an extra two grand, okay?”
“When you say it like that, now…for some reason I’m feeling insulted.”
I turned into the bank’s parking lot, stopping near the entrance. “Paige, all that action has shaken my insides up pretty bad. I’m going to drive over across the street to that Burger King. I’ll meet you back here. I won’t be long, alright?”
“You want me to wait?”
“No, Leslie’s expecting you.”
“Won’t they be closed when you get back?”
“She’ll let me in. She does it all the time. Maybe we can go and get some dinner. I know how you like to eat.”
“Okay.” Paige smiled warmly. “But after that, can we go back and fuck again? I mean, have sex.”
“Shit, I’m getting hard thinking about it.”
Paige hurried into the lobby. I slowly pulled away, watching as she took a seat. It was somewhat reminiscent of the first time we met.
I had no idea how long it took for her to realize that there was no Leslie and that I hadn’t opened an account. It wasn’t even my bank. I knew what I did was wrong on so many levels, but karma had put me in charge, and it felt great.
Creole Gaudet
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