Free From the Streets to the Sheets by Noire Page B

that’ll be all for now, except I should let you know that I’m headed out for a meeting,” he answered, still staring at my chest.
    “Okay.”
    “Then again, there may be something else.” My boss looked me up and down.
    “Yes, sir. What is it?”
    “It’s recently come to my attention that there may be some reasons that
could
justify giving you a raise,” he said. “Think of some good reasons to convince me, Ms. Parker.”
    I just laughed a little and let his comment leave when he did. As soon as he walked away I squeezed my twenty-six-year-old thighs together again and grinned. The next time his fine ass flirted with me I planned to let my boss know that I’d file a
reverse
sexual harassment suit on him if he didn’t stop letting me overhear him getting down. If tongue, lips, and swaying hips was what he needed, he just shoulda asked me! I am still the baddest bitch on this block and I could’ve fucked and sucked his horny ass to complete satisfaction! I don’t mind getting on my knees to suck a dick, and getting a nice raise for it would be even better!
    I took typing in high school, and it paid off rather lovely. But if the truth be known, the reason I beat out a long list of college graduates to get my job was because some wrinkled-up white man in Human Resources liked looking at me during the interview. When I realized he was getting off on my chocolate treats, I batted my eyelashes a lot and used my sex appeal to my advantage, until he offered me the job—on the spot.
    Since I was all hot and bothered now, I was going to have to fight to concentrate on my work the remainder of the day. After my boss left for his meeting, I called my man, Smooth Willie, and tried to get something popping with him.
    “Smooth, it’s me. I was thinking that maybe we could hook up tonight and have some fun between the sheets. It’s been a while, you know.”
    “I hear you, Ma. The thing is, I can’t make it tonight.”
    I sucked my teeth and sighed.
    “And why would that be?” I snapped.
    “I got some critical shit to take care of.”
    “Again? You sure you can’t reconsider? The streets ain’t going nowhere. What I’m trying to tell you is I really need to see you. I got needs, ya know.”
    “I got peeps in town on business. What’chu want me to do? I gotta make that bread.”
    “Why I gotta make an appointment and get penciled in to get some dick these days? You just aren’t freaky like you used to be. I don’t turn you on no more or sumthin’, huh, Smooth? You always used to make time to break off your girl, no matter what.”
    “Since you asked . . . you done picked up about ten pounds. I guess I been feeding you too good ’cause you ain’t model thin like you used to be. I luh you and all, but you just don’t hold my attention as much. But that don’t mean Smooth don’t still want you, Yani. I still got luh for you. You know you my girl.”
    “Forget you, nigga! If you want skinny, get with one of your crackhead bitches! I don’t have to take your shit!” I yelled. I slammed the phone down in Smooth Willie’s ear.
    I tried to calm my hot self down. Something just wasn’t right about me having all this daily tension collecting in my back. Probably because I wasn’t getting served properly at home.
    After such a frustrating day at work I decided to make some solo moves. I was gonna take myself out on a date and party all night in the city—Chocolate City. I predicted there had to be at least one pretty nigga that could turn my head and give me some respect.
    I’d spent enough time fucking myself at work, so I put on some tight jeans trimmed in pink that showed my butt crack; a black Las Vegas top; pink boots; and a pink rabbit fur jacket that I’d purchased on sale from Wilson’s Suede and Leather. As for the perfume, I grabbed the first thing that I could find on my dresser. Ironically, I ended up squirting on one of Smooth’s favorites, but so what!
    I decided to bump and grind at one