were coated with a nude - pink colored gloss that looked wet. Along with her lust-enticing frame, she had a major element that ensnared him. She was a redbone sistah. Her thighs, ass and hips stretched the spandex to its limit. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of tinted designer shades. Trevon rubbed his face to get himself together, no doubt, deeply embarrassed.
Janelle paid close attention to their chemistry. “I need a favor, Kandi,” she said. “Could you please take Trevon to see Larese? He’ll be expecting the visit.”
“Now?” Kandi asked.
“Yes.”
“Yeah, I can do it,” Kandi said, brushing a piece of lint off her wide baby-making hips.
“Good and be sure to give me a call when you’re done,” Janelle added and escorted them out of her office.
Out in the hall, Trevon followed the two women toward the waiting elevator. They rode down to the main floor. The women were engaged in their own conversation, leaving Trevon to his thoughts. He second-guessed himself, thinking this environment was out of his league. He was led out through the back door where a black security guard met them. The guard nodded at Janelle and Kandi as they strolled by. Trevon followed in the wake of Janelle and Kandi’s sweet-smelling fragrances. They were still chatting to each other when they stepped out of the building.
Trevon took a few steps then stopped. Squinting from the sun, he laid his eyes on the row of expensive cars and SUVs lined up. For the first time in his life he trained his gaze on an Oregon yellow Lamborghini Aventador. Trevon had seen the new beast in magazines and knew the price tag for the flagship Lambo sat in the range of $380,000. He looked at Janelle in awe when she came to a stop in front of the vehicle. By remote, the driver’s side scissor door slowly raised.
“You’re in good hands with Kandi,” Janelle said before pulling out the key for her ride. Keying the alarm, she waved Kandi and Trevon goodbye, then slid into her car.
Trevon watched her rolling off on chrome with the system bumping “Pieces of Me” by Ledisi. Shit seemed surreal to be around business-minded women pushing three hundred thousand dollar cars. He was so caught up in Janelle that he had forgotten all about Kandi. She regained his attention by calling out his name. Turning, he found her stepping into a diamond black Escalade riding on chrome 28’s. The sun glinted on the chrome mesh grill and rims.
“Ready to go?” She watched him closely as he moved to the passenger side.
Inside the Escalade, Trevon settled in the tan leather seat as Kandi slid off her shades, revealing natural green eyes.
“I like black,” she said out of the blue. “It’s my favorite color . . . and my favorite flavor if you know what I mean.”
Trevon looked at her as she drove toward the gated exit.
“You really did fifteen years in prison?” she asked openly.
“Day for day,” he said, hoping she would not press him to speak about his time in prison. He was having a hard time dealing with his nightmares that kept him up at night. He assumed it was normal since he was fresh out of the joint. Having to discuss it during his awake time was punishment.
Kandi sensed the uneasiness in his reply, so she changed the subject. “I know Janelle is real picky of the men she hires. I see you got the looks and the body.” She paused and smiled at him as she slowed down for a red light. “How big is your dick?”
Trevon looked away, grinning and shaking his head at her blunt candor. “Big enough,” he said. He quickly glanced away out of habit. It was hard on him and he tried to be normal, to act like it was all good. Even now, he was rubbing his wrist. It seemed like he was in the wrong to not be in cuffs and chains. Prison had forced him to be cautious around new faces, but he was finding it hard to place any judgment on Kandi. His weakness would always be a female. Rubbing his face, he tried to relax. He wanted to fit in. He needed to
Janelle paid close attention to their chemistry. “I need a favor, Kandi,” she said. “Could you please take Trevon to see Larese? He’ll be expecting the visit.”
“Now?” Kandi asked.
“Yes.”
“Yeah, I can do it,” Kandi said, brushing a piece of lint off her wide baby-making hips.
“Good and be sure to give me a call when you’re done,” Janelle added and escorted them out of her office.
Out in the hall, Trevon followed the two women toward the waiting elevator. They rode down to the main floor. The women were engaged in their own conversation, leaving Trevon to his thoughts. He second-guessed himself, thinking this environment was out of his league. He was led out through the back door where a black security guard met them. The guard nodded at Janelle and Kandi as they strolled by. Trevon followed in the wake of Janelle and Kandi’s sweet-smelling fragrances. They were still chatting to each other when they stepped out of the building.
Trevon took a few steps then stopped. Squinting from the sun, he laid his eyes on the row of expensive cars and SUVs lined up. For the first time in his life he trained his gaze on an Oregon yellow Lamborghini Aventador. Trevon had seen the new beast in magazines and knew the price tag for the flagship Lambo sat in the range of $380,000. He looked at Janelle in awe when she came to a stop in front of the vehicle. By remote, the driver’s side scissor door slowly raised.
“You’re in good hands with Kandi,” Janelle said before pulling out the key for her ride. Keying the alarm, she waved Kandi and Trevon goodbye, then slid into her car.
Trevon watched her rolling off on chrome with the system bumping “Pieces of Me” by Ledisi. Shit seemed surreal to be around business-minded women pushing three hundred thousand dollar cars. He was so caught up in Janelle that he had forgotten all about Kandi. She regained his attention by calling out his name. Turning, he found her stepping into a diamond black Escalade riding on chrome 28’s. The sun glinted on the chrome mesh grill and rims.
“Ready to go?” She watched him closely as he moved to the passenger side.
Inside the Escalade, Trevon settled in the tan leather seat as Kandi slid off her shades, revealing natural green eyes.
“I like black,” she said out of the blue. “It’s my favorite color . . . and my favorite flavor if you know what I mean.”
Trevon looked at her as she drove toward the gated exit.
“You really did fifteen years in prison?” she asked openly.
“Day for day,” he said, hoping she would not press him to speak about his time in prison. He was having a hard time dealing with his nightmares that kept him up at night. He assumed it was normal since he was fresh out of the joint. Having to discuss it during his awake time was punishment.
Kandi sensed the uneasiness in his reply, so she changed the subject. “I know Janelle is real picky of the men she hires. I see you got the looks and the body.” She paused and smiled at him as she slowed down for a red light. “How big is your dick?”
Trevon looked away, grinning and shaking his head at her blunt candor. “Big enough,” he said. He quickly glanced away out of habit. It was hard on him and he tried to be normal, to act like it was all good. Even now, he was rubbing his wrist. It seemed like he was in the wrong to not be in cuffs and chains. Prison had forced him to be cautious around new faces, but he was finding it hard to place any judgment on Kandi. His weakness would always be a female. Rubbing his face, he tried to relax. He wanted to fit in. He needed to
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