How can I service you?

Wednesday, one of my only days off for the week. I had spent the majority of the morning running errands and paying bills. After leaving the house around 9 am, I got home around 2:30 pm. I was all ready to relax when I took a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What in THE hell was going on with my hair? I picked up my cell phone and called my stylist, Salina.

“Hey girl! Do you have room to pencil me in today?” I asked her.

“Yeah, you know we not that busy on Wednesdays. You can come on by and let me take a look at that head of yours.” She tells me.

I hung up the phone relieved that she would be able to see me today. You see, I won’t let anybody go near my head. I had been growing my hair out naturally and it was finally getting to a state where I could see the good in going natural.

Salina’s shop, Naturally You, was a joint salon/ barber shop in the Metropolitan area. I had been going there since I started growing my hair natural and she was the only person I knew who could hook my hair up better than I could and do it the way I wanted.

I hopped in my car and drove down the freeway determined to get to Salina’s shop before the day wore on. After driving through light traffic, I finally arrived at Salina’s shop. I took a look at myself in the rearview mirror just to make sure that the floral scarf I had wrapped around my head was still holding tight. I hated to go to the shop looking like a hot mess. Even though I was going to the shop to come out looking good, I just couldn’t step foot in there without feeling confident that I was at least looking decent.

I sashayed my way through the parking lot of the plaza where her shop was and glided through the door. I took off my sunglasses and looked to my left at the brothas getting their hair cut. There were definitely some cuties in there, but my main focus was making sure that my hair was hooked up right, especially for work the next day.

In my line of work the amount of compensation you make depends greatly on three things 1. How good you look when you come into work 2. Your attitude and mood and 3. Hustling. Now I know what you are thinking, “is this bitch a stripper or something.” No, nothing like that, I’m too dignified for something like that.

Now if that is what you want to do with your life, then that is fine for you, but me….hell to the naw. I don’t think so. I happen to be an airport credit marketing specialist, also known as a credit card saleswoman. Basically, I attract people with my looks and seduce them with my attitude and then “hustle” them into applying for a credit card.

I get to Salina’s chair which is located close to the back. Her salon was pretty much empty except for one sista getting her locs tightened and another getting braids put in. I sit in Salina’s chair and begin my meditation process. She takes the scarf off of my head and begins to undo the side braids I had been rocking for almost three weeks now. I close my eyes only taking peeks at my surroundings when I feel necessary. On one such peeking occasion, I see the finest brotha I had seen in a really long time. My eyes drink him in, sipping on every feature he had to offer- from his white high top AirForce Ones, baggy (but not too baggy) light denim jeans, to his baby blue big face Polo shirt. He was a handsome chocolatey brown brotha with muscles everywhere you could imagine. He made me want to lick him to find out just how sweet he really was. The raunchy thoughts I was thinking had my panties moist.

Salina must have heard my thoughts because she suddenly said to me, “Yeah, that’s Kaden Charles. He’s the newest apprentice here. Cute ain’t he?”

I say, almost in a whisper, “Hell….yeah….”

My roaming thoughts were interrupted when Salina tells me to walk over to the shampoo station. I sit back in the chair and rest my head back until my head is surrounded by the shampoo bowl. Salina turns the water to the perfect temperature and begins rinsing my hair out. After she gets all the dirt out of my hair she pours shampoo into her hands and gently massages it into my hair and scalp. She scrubs away the dead skin and left over residue, then rinses my hair again. Next she puts conditioner into my hair and lets it sit in for a few minutes.

I began drifting off to sleep (because that is how I do when I get relaxed) when all of a sudden my senses were bombarded by an unfamiliar yet delectable musk. My eyes shoot open to see Mr. Kaden standing beside me rinsing the conditioner out of my hair. He must have noticed the surprised look on my face because he immediately told me that Salina had to take a phone call and that he was just helping her out.

Unable to formulate words, I simply nod my head and close my eyes until I hear Salina coming back to the shampoo station. I give her a look that says, “Why? And Thanks.” She just laughs and tells me to go back to her salon station.

Salina puts the golden dye into my hair then sends me to the hair drying room to allow it to sit for twenty minutes.

I sit in the drying room minding my own business when Mr. Kaden Charles walks into the room looking sexy as hell.

“How can I service you?” He says to me with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” I wasn’t sure if I had heard him right or if my mind was playing tricks on my ears.

“I said, How? Can. I. Service. You?” He replies. “I am a man of many talents. I could massage your feet. I could sing you a lullaby. I could do many other things. So, how can I service you?”

Now I know what you are thinking, who in their right mind would have sex with an almost complete stranger in a beauty shop full of nosy cosmetologists and patrons? I thought long and hard about what my reply to him should be. I thought about how this man could or would fit into my life. I thought about my own requirements and standards. I thought about how long it’s been since I had a long, hard, and strong dick inside my willing walls. Then I thought about having a good quick fuck in a public place.

“I have some things in mind that need a quick fix.” Hands down, my loins won.

He smiled at me with a Cheshire grin and walked to the back corner where I had been sitting.

He got down on his knees and took off my black thong sandal; caressed my foot with the strongest yet gentlest of touches.

I looked at him and said, “Baby, we don’t have time for foreplay.”

He got my drift, raised up from the ground and proceeded to pull down his jeans and boxers.

I was met by the longest, thickest, most beautiful black dick I had ever seen in all my twenty-something years.

He lifted me up out of the chair.

My face met his and he began kissing me with the lusciousest of lips. I got lost in his kiss and became amnesic because of the feeling of his dick throbbing between my legs. He took me to fantasy land with his tongue. Oh the things he could do to me with his tongue. At the same time he unbuckled my jeans and slowly began sliding them down my hips and thighs.

“I only have one request.” He breathlessly stated.

“What…what would that be?” I whispered back.

“You have to be absolutely quiet, but enjoy yourself. Can you do that for me?” He requests.

I nod my head yes, unable to mouth or say anything due to the magic his hands were working on my body.

He turned me around and bent me over the chair. He rubbed my bare round ass, then inserted his index finger into my already saturated pussy. When he inserted two fingers and stroked the ceiling of my pussy in a “come here” motion, I about lost it.

He knew I was ready and I knew there was no turning back. He slid a condom onto his throbbing dick and…

BACK AFTER THESE...

Sorry lost it for a second….

He slid a condom onto his throbbing dick and pulled his ship into my dripping harbor. If you catch my drift. He began slow, but with some prodding and rocking he got my drift to bang me hard and fast. He pumped his dick in and out of me till I was about ready to scream, sensing this he covered my mouth with his hand and pumped in me harder and faster. I could tell this man was working my body over by the sounds my pussy made as his dick went in and out of my dick.

In my head it sounded like “Please, please” and “Yes, yes, YES”

With the fear of getting caught, the task of being quiet, and this sexy strong muscular dick-skilled man I came… over and over and over again.

This was a first for me on many accounts. Not only was it my first time fucking a stranger in a public place, but it was the first time I came in under an hour….hell in under 30 minutes.

I was exhausted when we were finished. Coming off the high of cumming, I remembered where I was and that approximately 15 minutes had passed. I quickly yanked up my pants, buckled my belt as he did the same thing. He took the condom off and discretely discarded it.

As he was walking towards the door, Salina entered into the dryer room. I was afraid she’d sensed something because she entered the room and had a look on her face that said “what’s that smell?”

“Glad I could be of service. Let me know when you need them again.” And with that he left the dryer room.

Salina didn’t sense anything or if she did she didn’t say anything to me. Not only did I get my hair hooked up, but I got hooked up too.

I went back to the shop about a month later to look for Kaden, but the barbers told me he left to be at his brother’s shop about 50 miles from Salina’s.

He may be gone, but I’ll never forget how he serviced me that day.

Don't judge a book.....

Elementary School

“Ewwww, get away from me you have the cooties! You always have boogers hanging out your nose and your clothes are so whack! Look everybody he’s about to cry. Cry baby cry, wipe your little eye…” the young girl laughs

“Why are you always picking on me? I was just trying to see what’s up?”

“What’s up is your body odor. Haven’t you ever heard of de-o-derant?” she laughs hysterically and walks away with a group of young girls.

Shelby Allen, Little Miss Perfect think she run everything and every dang body. Who did she think she was talking about me like that in front of everyone on the play ground? Don’t she know my name? Romello Jameson. One day, she’ll see and then she gonna want me.

High School

Books fall to the ground as paper flies everywhere on the second floor hallway of St. John High School. “Oops! My bad! Have a nice trip?” she laughs right in his face. He looks up at her wondering if he should be a man and ignore her taunts and jeers or be a coward and make her meet him on the cold floor. He was a man, but he definitely lacked balls. He may have ignored her, but he really wish he could give her a piece of his mind. He sullenly picks up his school belongings and quickly goes to the haven of Mr. Anderson’s business education department.

“What’s going on my boy?” Mr. Anderson said.

“I just don’t understand girls. Some of them can be so nice and so caring and others can be the epitome of evil. Shelby Allen has been picking on me since elementary school and it’s really beginning to piss me off.”

“Well, you know how the old saying goes? When a girl picks on you the way she has been for so many years, it means she likes you and wants you to take charge.” He says.

“Yeah well with an attitude like that, who in their right mind would want to give her the time of day?” I say. “Whatever happened to being kind and courteous and just letting people know you’re true feelings instead of playing these silly games?”

“You, my boy are wise beyond your years, but not even wisdom can answer that question.” He says with a chuckle.

The final lunch bell rings and students begin to fill Mr. Anderson’s classroom. The two bid goodbyes and Romello goes to his fifth period class.

I’ve always hated this class. Fifth period English with Mrs. Bledsoe. There were so many things wrong in this class, I can’t just pick one. First of all, how do you have an English teacher whose first language isn’t even English? She tries to teach us English and fails to realize that she don’t even know what she is talking about. Second, SHE was in this class. Shelby Allen. It’s not bad enough to have to deal with a foreign speaking English teacher, but now I have to sit in front of my tormentor. I would be dead wrong if I just reached back and smacked her too. Those two are pretty bad, but third it seemed like I couldn’t get a break in this class. Every bully, jock, and school “royalty” happened to be in this class. I would have gotten my schedule switched around, but if I was going to graduate with the business technology seal on my diploma I was going to have to tough it out. And that is what I did for my Senior year, toughed it the hell out.

Graduation was just around the corner, but all the festivities had just begun; prom was in a few days and I was lucky to be going with the niece of my next door neighbor. She was cute, but not really my type. She mostly kept to herself and was pretty into her school books, mainly chemistry. She was a Junior at the Apor Magnet School half way across town. We had spoken a couple of times and when my mom found out I was without a date for prom she took it upon herself to play match-maker.

It was Saturday and I was ready to have a pleasant prom evening. Yvette, my neighbor’s niece, looked good as hell in her strapless red gown. I may not have paid any attention to her before, but I was definitely standing at attention because of her now. I gave her the white corsage I bought for her and we posed for endless pictures before we hopped into my black Chevy Sebring convertible. She was definitely better company tonight than she had been all the other times we had spoken. I started to notice that she was very smart and not just physically attractive, she was definitely on an intellectual attractiveness that I didn’t even know I was attracted to.

We arrive at the prom just when the party gets started. I must admit that I was looking mighty fine in my black tuxedo suit. I was truly dropping jaws as heads were turning towards me.

Yvette and I dance the night away and I have one of the greatest times that I had ever had in my entire life. Just as the DJ starts slowing the party down with the slow jams, I see Shelby across the floor. She looks sexy in her black form fitting evening gown. I nod my head at her and she winks back at me. I refocus my attention on Yvette and lean in for the stereotypical slow kiss. She turns her head away to let me know that we were not going to go any farther than dancing and talking. I was a gentleman and respected that. We end the night with a kiss on her doorstep as she slowly walks into her parents’ house.

I couldn’t help but to lay in my bed after prom, a bit confused and horny as hell. I would have thought Shelby would have given me some snide comment, instead of winking at me. I saw her steal a few looks. But hey….so goes life.

After prom was the Senior trip and I was beyond excited to be going because we were going on a five day ski trip to Colorado. Being from the South, it was a rarity to see snow, so I was anxious to get to see the white stuff for more than a day.

We boarded Delta Airlines flight D57 early Wednesday afternoon. It seemed like everyone was ready to go somewhere outside of South Carolina. My seat was in the back, the very back, right next to the bathrooms. Hopefully, I would be able to fall asleep fast because flying was not one of my favorite things to do. I made my way to the back of the plane and placed my carry-on bag in the overhead compartment. I sat down in my seat and prepared myself for the long nine hour flight. Just as I was starting to get comfortable, who should appear? Shelby. Hoping that we were on good vibes from the prom a few weeks earlier, I made the first move.

“Hey, how’s everything going?” I said to her.

“Why the hell are you talking to me? Am I supposed to sit next to you and smell your stank breath?” She scowled. “Does anyone want to switch seats with me?” She yelled loudly.

“No, and you need to sit in your seat Miss Allen, before I have to call your parents and tell them why their daughter will not be going on the senior trip after they paid all that money,” threatened Ms. Tanner, the Senior trip coordinator.

Shelby sat down in her seat and made it known that she did not like my presence.

As soon as it was okay, I placed the ear-buds to my Ipod in my ears and allowed the soothing sounds of Jill Scott to put me into a musical cocoon of bliss. Slowly I drifted to sleep as the airplane gained altitude and then coasted.

I had to have been asleep for what seemed like a few minutes. I woke up feeling mighty nice. I woke up feeling tingly. I woke up to Shelby Allen giving me head? What the fuck? Did I die and this was some sort of twisted heaven? I had to because only heaven would feel this good.

I looked down to see Shelby’s head bobbing up and down against my lap. I wasn’t sure what to do. I looked around to see if anybody could see what was going on but there weren’t any people in the seats next to us and everyone seemed to be fast asleep in the back of the plane.

I looked down at Shelby and she moved her head so that I could see her luscious lips encircling my dick. When she realized that I was looking at her, she began teasing me. She sensually kissed the head of my dick only giving me a little bit of tongue. She softly applied pressure to the head with her teeth and then using the back of her tongue licked it. She knowingly placed her lips over the top of my head and gently glided my dick deep into her mouth before she started to quietly suck my dick with fervor.

I’ve gotten head before, but this was the best head I had ever experienced in my life! Shelby kissed my dick, licked my dick, sucked my dick, held my dick like she loved it. She was even nice enough to pay attention to my balls. The way she was sucking my Johnson, I think she loved me. Oh the irony of this moment.

Right when my thoughts of rationality began to formulate, I burst a huge nut in Shelby’s mouth. She seemed to like it because she wouldn’t let my dick leave her mouth even when it got soft again. I wasn’t sure what to think now that I was coming down from the high of cumming. I just looked at her, my mouth agape. She turned smiled at me, then turned to read her book. I was baffled, but elated. I placed the buds back in my ears and listened to Kanye West.

“Talkin’, talkin’, talkin’, talk.

Baby let’s just knock it off.

They don’t know what we been through.

They don’t know ‘bout me and you…”

The plane finally lands at Denver International Airport around 8pm, their time. Everyone was in a rush to get to the shuttle buses and get to the hotel where they could relax and then party. I took my time getting to the shuttle, afraid I might run into Shelby and have to face something crazy she might say. I finally make it to the last shuttle bus. To my relief, she wasn’t there. I made it to my hotel room and was greeted by my buddy Charles.

“Hey man, I haven’t seen you the whole plane ride. Where you been at? Where were you sitting?” He says.

“Oh…I….I was all the way in the back. Just chilled the whole flight and listened to my music” I say. I wonder to myself if I should tell him about the “happy ending” I got on the plane ride here, but decide against it because I am sure he will not believe me.

“You going to the welcome party downstairs?” He asks me.

“I dunno. I might. We’ll see. Really I just want to shower and relax. Take a nap to maybe get over this jet lag.” I tell him.

“Suit yourself. I am about to go talk to the honies from the other schools.” He laughs as he exits. We both know none of those girls will give him the time of day. But he’s adamant, maybe he’ll get lucky. I certainly did.

I start to fall asleep when I hear a knock at the door.

“Don’t tell me you forget your key already, we just got here.” I open the door and it’s Shelby standing on the other side. She smiles at me as she makes her way in the hotel room.

I wondered how she knew which room I was in, but my thoughts were interrupted by her lips assaulting mine. She kissed me ravenously and began taking my shirt off of my head. I got lost in her touch and started to open her coat. When I felt bare skin under her calf length trench coat, I stopped to look at her. She was wearing a lacy pink cupless bra, the kind that leaves the breasts completely exposed but lifts them, with a matching pair of pink lacy panties. My dick instantly got hard for her. She looked down at my snake and smiled at me.

She began kissing me again, allowing her coat to drop to the floor. She skillfully unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down to the floor. We walked towards my bed and she laid down on top of me. She kissed my neck and traced a path from my earlobe to my chest. She flicked her tongue on my nipple and then blowed on it. The cool air made my body tingle. I hadn’t felt that sensation before, but I liked it. My eyes instantly closed to make the tension feel more mysterious and sensual.

When I opened them, I watched Shelby slide a condom on my dick and then wiggle her round ass and voluptuous pussy lips around my dick. I moaned and exhaled, trying to prolong that moment as long as she would let me.

She began bouncing her rotund ass up and down on my dick, smacking her ass against my legs every time she came down. She rocked back and forth, gyrating her abs and hips over my dick. She did things with her hips, I didn’t know a girl was able to do with her hips. She made me feel so fucking good. But then I remembered the years of torment that came from her and suddenly I was angry and wanted to take it out on her. I wanted to show her what ten years of frustration, anger, and hurt was like.

I rolled her onto her stomach in one swift motion. I began my tease of her. First I kindly stroked her sweet spot allowing her to catch my rhythm and ride the billowy clouds of pleasure from the friction my dick was creating in her pussy. When she started to take control and ride her ass into me, I unkindly stroked her hard and fast, giving her everything I got. She started to moan loudly and scream from the painful pleasure. When I started to feel her legs quiver under me, I tenderly stroked her again listening for her breathing to become slow and airy. I watched as her hands freed themselves from the sheets. I watched as she let her guard down again. I watched as she started backing her ass up against me.

I gave it to her forcefully and rough. I gave her my ten years and I didn’t let up.

“What’s my name?” I said through gritted teeth.

“Romello!” She moaned.

“What’s my whole name?” I commanded.

“Romello Jameson.” She moaned.

“You like this dick? You want this dick? I’m going to make you dream of this dick.”

I gave her everything I had until she had everything I could give. She screamed as I came. As I came, she splashed. As she splashed, I came some more until I was totally depleted of semen.

We fell to the bed breathless and out of energy. I heard the door click and looked up, but no one was there. I drifted off to sleep, sweaty and content.

The rest of the trip went down almost in a blur. I didn’t see Shelby after that first night. Matter a fact, I didn’t see her until graduation the following week.

As I was sitting in the stadium, I glanced around and found her looking at me. She licked her lips and looked at me with that look in her eye. I looked back at her and shook my head. All these years, we had a tumultuous relationship and I finally had her where I wanted her.

Charles came up to me after the graduation ceremonies excited that we were both moving on with our lives.

“Man, we finally did it! We are finally leaving St. John High School without getting shot up, without kids, and without having any diseases. How you feeling about that?” He asked.

I shake my head as I begin, “Man….I don’t even know. These last few weeks have been crazy. A lot has gone down in such a short amount of time. I mean I’m excited for graduation and getting accepted into Notre Dame. I’m even getting something started with Yvette. But….”

“But what…?” Charles inquires.

Shelby walks up to us before I can finish my statement. She gives me her yearbook to sign then saunters off. She stops and gives me that look. I smile and wink at her.

“What was that about? I thought ya’ll hated each other…never mind. The way you was tearing that pussy up, ya’ll probably best friends now.” He laughs.

“I thought I heard the door click that night. Naw, I had to let her know my name and show her what’s up. She know now, you can’t judge a book by its cover.”