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him doing that to me.
    “Clean up and get dress. The bathroom is over there. I will have my driver take you home.” Now he is all business. My body is screaming for more and shattering waiting for the infamous cock. I want what the other women got.
    I thought he would give it to me. I waited for the next round.

Chapter 5: Monica
    W hen I rushed out of the bathroom Ross wasn’t there. The phone rang and I picked it up. It was security saying that since I was working late that Mr. Westlake’s driver would bring me to my door. I picked up my jacket and hidden inside my pocket was that blue box from Tiffany. I opened it and setting in there glittering were those pear shaped diamond earrings. “What the hell.” Lost a job, had my pussy eaten by a handsome rich man and got a pair of expensive diamond earrings all in the same day. What a fucking day. Now what happened to him I wondered.
    I didn’t expect much from him but he could have waited until I was out of the building or escorted me to the limo. Now there I go thinking I’m a girlfriend. He only ate your pussy and gave you earrings. It’s not like he gave you an engagement ring or a promotion. But he did give me flowers. Now there I go getting ahead of myself.
    The driver took me home, I slept soundly and wake thinking I need more days like that. It’s Saturday morning a good day to lounge in bed. I think I will stay in bed longer and dream about that handsome man. I’m turning over hugging my pillow when Zoey knocks on the door. “I need you to help me hang some paintings, Monica.”
    She’s standing pleading. “I know you’re tired and you work your ass off but I promise if you help me, I’ll make it up to you.”
    “No need.” I was in a good mood. No. I was in a great mood. I had an orgasm and I was ready to face the world and get over not getting the position I wanted.
    “One more thing.” I knew that was coming. “Could you come with me to the opening tonight?”
    “You know how I hate those things.” She’s standing there with her hands squeezed together begging. “All those rich guys most of them ugly and the rest are dorks. They always think I’m the artist. Maybe it’s because I’m black and every black person can either sing or draw. When I tell them I’m an attorney and hand them my card they say, “Oh.” Like I have the plague.
    “Please, Monica I need a friend. There’s going to be some really hot men there.”
    “You said that last time. They were all in their sixties and eighties.”
    “They were hot once. I didn’t lie.”
    “Alright. Again just this once.”
    We spent all day unpacking and hammering nails and placing paintings around the room for people to look at and then purchase. We were exhausted and only had time to take a shower and catch a cab and get to the Museum.
    When we stepped out of the cab in our little black dresses, we didn’t look as if we had been working all day. I managed to get my curly Afro into some kind of curls and it was so large it hung at my shoulders. If I straighten it which I plan to do, it would be down the center of my back. Zoey appears to like my hair that way as well as Ross. Well he did seem to admire the curly afro between my legs. I smile when I think of him with his handsome white face between my brown legs.
    That thought is enough to sustain me for a month.
    We were an half an hour late but that wasn’t a problem. People were gathered in circles drinking, gazing, and discussing the paintings.
    I tried to act as if I knew something about the abstract paintings hanging along the walls. It was all confusing and I stood with a glass of Champaign and every time a waiter passed I took a fresh glass. I was drunk or close to it when I heard a familiar voice. “Do you like abstract art?”
    I turn to the right. He’s here. I’m not nervous any longer. Anytime a man has his head and face, lips and tongue between your legs what is there to fear? “As a matter of fact I do Mr. Westlake.