Free Lickin' License by Intelligent Allah

though,” said Free. “When a famous professional woman like Danella starts making scenes in public like she did at the club, it's because you really hurt her deep.”
    “These freaks just go berserk when I hit 'em with the big skin payoff.” He laughed, grabbing his crotch. “Women are emotional. They need discipline. That go for the famous ones too. Danella ain't no different than Naomi Campbell or Foxy Brown. You know how they act up in public.”
    “If you know that, I'm sure you know a woman scorned is not a good look.”
    Rich's speakerphone rang and he pressed the answer button. “Cindy called,” said Rich's assistant. “She left you a message that she wants to meet you after work.”
    Rich shook his head. “Thanks.” He clicked the phone off and flopped down on his leather swivel chair, staring at Free. “I'm about to cancel Cindy.”
    “You only been dealing with her a hot month.”
    “That's thirty days too long. One night and one nut. That's all she's worthy of.” Rich grinned. “I don't even know how Cindy got my work phone number. It's a reason I ain't been dialing and her phone ain't been ringing. But some of these freaks need a magnifying glass to see I’m moving on to bigger and better things.”
    “Vanessa.”
    Rich pointed at Free. “Now, you—Mr. twenty-twenty vision. You need to let Cindy borrow your eyes.” He chuckled and stood up. “Let’s get something to eat.”
    Both men stood up and walked into a long hallway. As they passed the water cooler and proceeded to get on the elevator, the receptionist called Rich. She was signing a clipboard as a delivery man stacked a large box on the floor. He placed a bouquet of flowers on top of the box.
    “This is all for you, Rich,” the young white receptionist said, smiling. “Somebody's really thinking of you.”
    Rich stepped over to the receptionist, trailed by Free. He read the card. “From Danella, with love.” Rich shook his head and looked at Free. “She don't know when to quit.”
    “You gonna open the box or what?”
    “You look more interested than me. Go ahead. Open it.”
    “All right.” When Free opened the box, a sickening smell overtook the area. He dropped the box. What appeared to be at least one used roll of shit-stained paper spilled out along with a large sheet of paper that read:
    You're not the only one who knows how to shit on somebody. I just have the decency to wipe my ass. Danella.
    “Oh my God,” the receptionist yelled, holding her nose.
    “She violated,” Rich mumbled.
    “Somebody actually mailed you a box of shitty paper?” Rich's supervisor asked. “This is unbelievable.”
    Rich was silent. He looked around the area. Close to a dozen people seemed to surface from nowhere. There was some laughter, but most people looked on in disgust. A couple of women were fanning their noses as they walked away.
    Rich huffed. This fuckin' freak is outta control. He thought of Free challenging him minutes earlier about his womanizing ways. Infidelity was a way of life for Rich. But Danella's continuous embarrassing acts were forcing Rich to analyze the impact of his actions. The extent to which Danella had gone—in the club and at Rich's job—demonstrated how much he had hurt her. Rich was not moved much by women's feelings. But when the feelings he created in women caused his life to become unmanageable, Rich knew he had a problem he needed to solve.
    * * *
    The shop was closing up that night as Rich strolled inside with his eyes on Vanessa. She had been on his mind since the night before. She stood beside Leah, engaged in a conversation and his eyes were transfixed on her small breasts protruding from beneath her yellow tank top. The taste of her nipples was still on his tongue. He needed to have her again. And again, and again, and again. The newness of sex with a different woman was what usually attracted Rich to a woman. But he felt it was more than the newness. Vanessa's small body and sexual skills was