Nine
“So, what’s the problem again?”
I went home and told Tasha about what happened. I still can’t believe it my damn self. The rest of the day at the internship, I was trying to focus on reading up court cases and filing important documents. Trying to focus is imperative here.
I couldn’t focus all damn day knowing I just got felt up in Savior’s office. We didn’t bump into each other, neither, which was a small blessing in disguise. After my internship was over, I was hoping he would pull up on me but that didn’t happen neither.
I guess he wanted to leave me alone and not be convinced in any other fashion about his offer. Sounds like a calculating executive.
“He wants to fuck you and pay for you to get the fuck out of Inglewood,” Tasha shrugs like it’s a regular occurrence every day in my damn life, “I don’t see the problem.”
“I’ll forever be in debt to this dude. What if he’s a bad lay the first time? How many times do I have to fuck him? There’s a lot that can go wrong here.” I explain.
“What’s his name again?” Tasha asks.
“Savior Ellison.” I repeat. Even just saying the dude’s name makes me feel tingly. I’ve never been attracted to white boys and this dude has me feeling some type of way.
“Savior?” Tasha repeats. “Like Our Lord and Savior?”
“Yep.” I nod.
SoundCloud shakes his head. Not sure why SoundCloud is here but I don’t have to wonder too far. I’m starting to think this nigga doesn’t have a home. “Y’all have no idea who Savior Ellison is?”
“Um, duh, that’s why we’re Googling.” Tasha checks him.
SoundCloud works on his computer and shakes his head again. “Savior Ellison is part of the world-famous Ellison family.”
“Can’t be that famous if I don’t know who he is,” I smartly reply.
“I ain’t done, B.” He says. “Daddy, Thomas Ellison is a billionaire, always suing somebody over something. Word has it he made a lot of money during the economic downturns in 1987 and 2009. Turned huge profits over people losing their homes and shit. Comes from a family of old money. He’s a partial-owner of the Kings along with the Fergusons.”
I’m surprised but I shouldn’t be. The Ferguson family runs L.A. and everyone knows it. Not only do they own the world-famous Ferguson Gallery, but they also own a plethora of buildings around L.A. One of them recently married an old friend of mine, Dominique Kimbrough. Talk about a million-dollar wedding.
For Savior and his family to be associated with them makes even more sense. “I see.”
“Daddy Ellison is a character, though. He’s one of those cats like you’re not sure if he’s racist but you’re not convinced if he isn’t.” SoundCloud glances over. “So, there’s that.”
And Savior chooses my black ass to be his new fuck toy. Now, it makes more sense. Fucking me is saying fuck you to Daddy David Duke and ‘em. I swear my taste in men really fucking sucks.
“What do you mean?” Tasha asks. “Either one’s racist or he’s not. There’s no in between.”
“Supposedly Daddy Ellison was a huge supporter of the Civil Rights Movement back in the day. He would send a lot of black kids off to college and is rumored to have a few mistresses he takes care of who are heavily-melanated.” SoundCloud explains. “But then he’ll say some ass-backwards shit like, ‘If you don’t stand for the flag, you need to get the fuck up out of this country.’” He shrugs. “Again, not sure if he’s racist but not convinced he’s not.”
I know the type of dude Daddy and the rest of the Ellisons are. It explains why Savior targeted my black ass. They want a cookie for helping out us black folk as long as we abide by what they say at any given time. They are politicians of the highest order without actually being in office.
“I found him!” Tasha squeals as she shows me the Google search. “Is this him? For a white boy he’s cute!”
I glance down at Savior’s picture. Oh, that’s him, alright. My yoni already started to do a praise break. “For a white boy, I’m Samuel L. Jackson and he’s my Leonardo DiCaprio.” I reply.
“You could be Olivia Pope to that funny-looking dude from Ghost.” Tasha replies.
“I don’t know,” I shake my head, “I need to think about this. Tuition will be paid for but at what price?” I stand up and straighten out my clothes. “I just need some time.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you! Jalen came over and dropped something off in your bedroom. He said he needed you to hold it for a while.” Tasha adds.
I don’t even blink at the information. It’s more than likely drugs and Jalen probably has some heat on him. He know ain’t nobody gon’ mess with me at the risk of getting fucked up by my Daddy, so that’s why I’m holding that package for him.
As I walk to my bedroom, hide the package full of bad shit in my closet, I sit down on my bed and wonder about Savior’s final words to me: I’m giving you the weekend so you can come up with a counteroffer. I made you a sweetened offer, now you can tailor it to your liking. Your call.
If all I gotta do is blow and fuck the guy to go a four-year university on his dime, so be it. But now that request just became a bit more expensive for Savior.
If he wants me on his dime, it’s gonna cost white boy a whole lotta money. I hope he opens his wallet wide.
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It’s Saturday morning and I have nothing but time and energy on my hands. It’s time to go shopping and spend some money I don’t have.
I head over to the Crenshaw Plaza where I spend money on some Forever 21 clothes and some cute earrings. I treat myself to a bowl of jambalaya and head home. Maybe tonight I can convince Tasha to go out clubbing so I can take my mind off Savior.
It’s damn-near impossible, though. I’ve been thinking about his offer the last couple of nights. What can I possibly ask of a billionaire’s son? I need something tangible. Something that would show him I ain’t the one he’s gonna toy with and forget about when I’m off to college.
I need something that would bring him to his knees.
But what, though? What could possibly make him know this?
I head back home and see another strange vehicle parked in front of my home. It’s a BMW SUV. I’m assuming it must be one of Jalen’s friends stopping by to pick up the damn package in my closet. I certainly hope so because I don’t have time for that shit.
I walk in the front door and drop my packages on the floor.
Savior is here. And he’s freaking having coffee and donuts with Tasha and SoundCloud. Shouldn’t them niggas be at work or something?
“Keisha,” Tasha’s voice is dripping with saccharine and I think she just gave me diabetes. “Look who’s here? And he brought us breakfast!”
“Uh-huh,” my mind immediately goes to what’s in my closet. I need to make sure it’s safely hidden. “I’ll be right back.” I rush to my bedroom and open the closet door. Whew. It’s still there, hidden under a bunch of blankets.
I straighten out my tank top and hope I look halfway presentable. Just as I was about to open the bedroom door, Savior was right there behind it.
“I gave money to Tasha and Junie to have fun today and take a break from work. They seemed very excited about it.” Savior steps into my bedroom as I step back. I walk all the way back to my bed where I sit down on it and Savior follows me.
“Why are you here?” I ask him. Might as well get straight to the point without the bullshit.
“I’m here because I was curious if there was anything I can do to convince you about my offer,” he slowly turns to me, “I want you and I won’t stop until I actually have you.”
“Why me?” I ask. “Why not some other down on her luck, round the way girl here. There’s a dime a dozen here for you to choose.” I pause briefly. “Since you seem to be into that type of thing.”
“That type of thing?” Savior repeats. “What do you think is going on here?”
“Rich white boy sees poor black girl as a personal fuck toy and will give her some money for her services when he’s done,” I stare at him dead in his eyes, “it’s prostitution under the guise of charity.”
“You think I do this all of the time?” Savior chuckles.
I don’t like that he’s laughing. It already tells me I’m dead-ass wrong. I personally don’t like his chuckling because it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. But mama didn’t raise a punk and I’m not about to back down. “Yes.”
“Do I look like the type of guy who will spend a lot of time here in Inglewood?” He counters. “Look at me. Do I look like I come here all of the time trolling for pussy?”
Savior is dressed down in a sweater and jeans, both which are perfectly tailored to his fit body. He looks and smells wealthy, expensive, and my personal new favorite, just plain masculine. He could get any woman he wanted and according to Google, he just about has.
He’s been linked to Hollywood starlets and other wealthy socialites. He even has a few fan pages on tumblr and Facebook, though I get the feeling he doesn’t care about any of that. “Why me?”
“Ever since I saw you, I can’t get you out of my mind. When we ran into each other, my only thought was to see how you would sound and feel beneath me. And I need to see if this is real or just a fantasy.”
I’m ignoring the sensations created by my body and trying to focus on the task itself. “You do this with all of your interns?”
“No, you’re the lucky one.” He counters.
“Am I really?” I grin.
“Yes,” he states. He was about to continue when the all-too familiar sounds of a siren interrupts his train of thought.
“You get used to it,” I reply, “it could be an emergency, it could be a gang member, it could be a GTA, and that’s normally what it is.” I shrug. “This is my life, Savior. Ain’t no pussy worth coming over here and possibly getting shot up because someone sees your ride parked out and think they want that now.”
“Your life is more in danger than mine, Keisha.” He replies. “I’m a rich white man in Inglewood. They won’t harm me because they know how fast the cops would be here if they do.” His finger caresses my face and my body warms to it. “You’re more in danger for just stepping outside of your home.”
The man has a point. “What is that you want from me?” I repeat.
“I came over to see if you made any progress on what you wanted in exchange. I know my offer was generous but I’m sure you have an equally-good counter offer.” He pauses. “I also hope maybe my appearance would be able to make you see things my way.”
“I haven’t thought about what I would like in exchange.” The images of floating money enter my mind but I have to snap out of it. I already feel like a low-rate prostitute for entertaining white boy’s offer and I’m not about to make it official.
“How about…” He lies down on my bed and pulls me along with him. “…a new car?”
My little Honda Civic is only five years old. It has decent mileage and I’m a bit ashamed to say how often it was used as a getaway car for some shit Jalen has done. “Maybe.”
Savior’s hands travel up my midsection and under my shirt. He softly kisses my neck and a small moan comes out of me. “A new wardrobe?”
“Forever 21 is just fine,” I thought about what he asked and thought I could use fresher clothing for the law firm, “I can use a few more slacks.”
“New sneaks?” He whispers. “Tasha told me you were a sneakerhead.”
I slowly nod as I feel my jeans becoming undone and Savior’s slips a hand inside them. He’s rubbing my pussy through the soft pink fabric of my panties. “I love Jordans.” I sigh.
Savior’s lips caress mine again and he softly explores my mouth with his tongue. His tongue is skillful, delirious, and hungry for me. I lose my fingers within his silken locks and wonder if this is really happening.
Savior slides his body down mine and pulls my jeans off me. He lays between my thighs and pulls my panties aside to see my almost-bald snatch. Without saying another word, his tongue caresses my clit and I’m sent home to glory.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my pussy closer to his face. His tongue is delectable, greedy, and just fucking wonderful. My body starts riding his tongue with every stroke and lick.
His tongue softly flicked my clit back and forth as I felt the stubble on his face. His tongue circled me and I felt the emotion down to my spine. My soft mewls became throaty moans and I was so thankful Tasha and SoundCloud were not at home. I would’ve never heard the end of it from those niggas.
The fire slowly builds in my tummy. It started at the pit of my stomach and traveled up until I scream out my climax. Flashes of white light compound me and my body is in a vise of pleasure.
I feel Savior pull my panties down and gets off my bed. I slowly open my eyes and see him in front of my mirror, straightening out his sweater and fixing his hair. “I hope I made my point,” he turns back to me and winks. “It’s Saturday afternoon now. You have until Monday morning to decide what you want.” He grabs my Wal-Mart panties and stuffs them in his pocket. His phone rings and he answers it. “I’ll be out now.” He stuffs the phone into his other pocket and pulls out his car keys. “In case you need more convincing, I left you a brand-new gift.” He tosses the keys over to me. “I hope you enjoy it.”
I pick up the keys and they’re to the BMW SUV parked outside. What I thought was just a sexual relationship is starting to turn into something more and I’m not sure if my black ass actually likes that. “Savior, I can’t…”
He sweeps his lips over mine. I taste him and myself on his tongue. His kiss is demanding, but not overbearing. He means business and I can tell this is going to be an arrangement that will be deeper than what both of us expected it to be.
He pulls back from me and stares into my eyes. “Monday at eleven is your deadline. You’re already on my schedule.” He kisses me again. “I’ll see you then, Keisha.” He leaves.
I already have a car and tuition that will be paid for should I finally take him up on the offer. Of course, the boss bitch in me wonders if the car has my name on it or if it’s just loaner until later. I’m not worried about that, though. I’m more concerned about the specific details of this arrangement.
I’ll guess I’ll find out on Monday. This could be everything or the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. Only one way to find out.