P.Y.B. - Pretty Young B**ch

So...where did I leave off?

Yeah, Dr. Rix...Jan...Mmmm

I must say, I felt kind of bad after realizing that Jan was married with a family. It wasn't that she had made much mention of it in class before. Then again, maybe I didn't pay that much attention to it. Fuck, I ain't gonna even lie, I didn't give a fuck about the details of her family life. All I knew was that her nipples seemed to call me through her shirt when she talked about "pussy power" or how my manhood would stand at attention when she would walk her fine ass into the room.

Tell me how many middle aged, women of color you know with advanced degrees, an open minded perspective, and a body like a 24 year old coed...

Before the romp in the office, I often imagined her round, brown ass vibrating in front of me as I mounted her from behind. My boys used to rag me odd because I had a thing for older chicks....talking bout how they were old enough to be my aunt or something.

Who's the dumb ass now?

Not only did she fuck and suck me, but she tipped ya boy for a job well done.

And what do you think I did with that hundred dollars she gave me?

Man, her husband was lucky as hell. If she was my woman I would've gotten her ass pregnant too.

Back to the subject at hand, it wasn't the fact that she had done me in her office or even that she was married...it was that damn hundred dollars. She just tossed it to me and sent me on my way.

Kinda sounds like some dismissed whore that just got smashed and shown the door. Hell, that was what happened!!!

I was never really one to make many bones about stuff that I didn't know much about, primarily because I didn't care much for drama or answers to questions I really didn't want to know the answer to; however, for something like that to pop off with no warning whatsoever was a bit weird. One day, I just had to ask. I'll never forget what she said.

Braylon, you're a very charming young man...and I put an emphasis on young...I just see so much talent...

Talent, huh?

She said I was what she and her "colleagues" called a P.Y.B. - Pretty Young B**ch..

Bitch? Pretty, I got (slight vain moment...please excuse.) Young, yes (compared to her being at least 40). But a bitch?

Apparently (from what she explained), the term was to be used more as an expression of a physical attraction...almost in the sense like how ordinary nigs be yelling dumb shit at women when they pass by. But being tagged by she and her friends, the guy was a target, someone who looked like they had the potential to fulfill a few "services" for women like themselves. Now whether they chose to drop a few dollars on the dude, that was something totally different. As she quoted "some men just fuck to fuck."

It was hard for me to concentrate when she was talking to me as what i really wanted to do is bend her over the desk and spread her wide; however, the more she talked about "her circle" and "the life," my interests slowly peaked at what seemed like a proposition although she never came out and actually said anything.

The shit she was saying seemed like something out of one of those low budget Trois movies (my favorites, though)--low end fuck scenes...seedy, little secret clubs with secret passwords...all that other bull. She told me that "the game" was more than just the money I could make and, potentially, all the high end pussy I could handle. The opportunity itself lended to some very influential people with connections around the city, and as a college student (broke, at that), why wouldn't I jump at the chance to get some bills paid and set up some career connections?

Most 25 and 26-year old nigs probably wouldn't have had enough sense to put their mind past the fact that they'd be around sex all the time. I, on the other hand, definitely saw this as a come up. Like really, Jan tipped a nigga off with $100 bucks. What was a lonely widow who runs her dead husband's real estate business going to drop for a night on the town and some D?

CHA-CHING!!!!

And even while the thought of my mind wrapped around the money, cars, clothes, and ho's, I wanted the one in front of me. And just as I had half the mind to jump her bones, she turned and smiled...a small card in her hands.

There wasn't much spice or fanfare to the card, which I had then noticed that it was a business card. Yet, there was a name and a title listed:

Colony Sparks - Lifestyle Consultant

"She's expecting your call...tell her Jan sent you."

Then Jan moved closer to my face, caressed my cheek with her hand, and gave me a sweet kiss on the jaw.

"Don't worry...you'll always be my pretty, young b**ch..."

I wasn't sure if this was a goodbye or if Jan was trying to throw me right to the wolves and get me started with a client of her choosing. What I did know, was that meeting Colony Sparks was going to be interesting to say the least.

-B.A.D.