SERVICE with a SMILE (Janelle)...Part. One

"Braylon, this is my cousin, Janelle," said Lucy. "She just moved here from South Carolina."

Now I knew Lucy wasn't a slouch, but I be damned if Janelle wasn't one of the baddest bi**hes I had seen in quite some time. She was cold. Not that Beyonce' type, but the classic, 'round the way type. Even if it was dark, her make-up gave off just enough glow to where her full cheeks arched and slipped into one of those smiles you see in a toothpaste commercial.

Baby girl wasn't as thick as Lucy was, but she definitely had the swagger. Kinda reminded me of Pam Grier in "Foxy Brown." I'd say she was a 34-C...slim, Coke bottle shape...

Legs...My heavens, she had beautiful legs. Even in those jeans, I could read that she had a mean walk...and I bet the pu$$y game was mean. I mean, a young tender piece of @$$ looking this good, she had to be...

"How do you do, Miss Janelle?"

She slyly smiled back at me. Her eyelashes batted down over dark eyes. "I'm fine, thanks. How are you?"

Janelle's city-slicker drawl was very distinct. She prolly wasn't from one of those middle-of-nowhere type cities. Prolly Columbia or somewhere within the Metro.

I could sense she had some kinda confidence in her, but I guess one could've attributed her lack of words. I didn't know if Lucy had told her what sort of club this was, but if she stuck around me, she would find out.

Her pu$$y tasted warm in my mouth. Her delighted waters rolled sweetly across my tongue as her fingers ran over my evenly cut head. That sh*t was turning me on. The suction on her clit seemed to be taking effect on her as she wiggled in lust across the service bar. Her stout caramel legs trembled as I delved into her space, enjoying her sweet meat. A light sigh reverberated from her fingertips to my ears as she seemed to want to guide my head more into her and dig out all the country goodness. Louder she got as I gratefully peeled her flower, sending more waves to our connecting lips. And all the while, Lucy just stood there...and...

"Braylon, I need to see Colony. Do you know where she is?"

My senses snapped back from Janelle's wet heat and into the real world again. Even if it was in my mind, I was going to try to get her...TONITE.

"In her office...I think..."

Lucy could see my eyes were focused on Janelle, yet Janelle continued to play the innocent role. All these sexy people...packed in one club...in Midtown Atlanta....and she didn't know what type of party this was??? Bullsh*t."

"Ok, I'm going to go and speak with her. Some things have come up. It'll only take a minute. Jan, you mind?"

Janelle snapped her head around when she heard Lucy say she was going to leave for a second. Not that I was gonna rape the girl or nothing, but I guess this was still all new and I was a stranger.

"No...I mean, you have to..."

Action...

"I'll take care of her, Lucy. She's in good hands."

Lucy gave me a staunch look, yet I knew it was playful underneath. "I know you better not be using those good hands on my cousin, Mr. Davis."

"Scout's honor..."

I slipped my hand into Janelle's. Reprehension set in and she tensed up despite what I considered to be a warm invite.

"Yeah...I hear ya," said Lucy as she gave a nod to Janelle that was supposed to assure her that everything would be ok. "Jan, I'll be back in a few minutes."

It wasn't horror. It wasn't delight. It was something in between that I sensed inside her.

"Miss Janelle, you have my word. The perfect gentleman is what you have at your SERVICE..."

Maxwell's "Bad Habits" slipped over the sound system. Her grip loosen and allowed my fingers to slip further into her hand. She exhaled.

Ahhhh....

To Be Continued)

Dentro de su lugar suave...The End (Carrie Daniels-Rodriguez)

For some reason, during sex, I seemed to always try and calculate my next move. Sure, shit would come natural...I mean, I was good at what I did--or at least well enough to get paid handsomely for it.

The wetter her pu$$y got, the more she moaned her Spanish phrases, the less I wanted to stroke her like a woman. Something cerebral about words and sounds had always been buried within me. It was this animalistic nature pulling at my mind to screw her like just another piece of pu$$y, like some rabid dog in heat.

One thing I had learned in this life: Women wanted to be loved and respected like a lady...but they often yearned to be fu**ed like whores.

Now it wasn't a control thing, nor was it all about my ego. I just found it to be a simple fact that these women who look to employ my services prefer the wine and dine for a while, but a slutty-type romp tends to release more of that supposed tension she has built up--or, at least, that is the lie she told.

The longer strokes began to get shorter as each thrusting pound sent waves against her caramel colored a$$. The ripple effect was like looking at rocks skip along clear water, her cheeks returning to their original spot as I ransacked her space.

"Ay...," she moaned.

Her flailing auburn hair splashed against my face as my beast tore down her pink walls. The gorilla press against her ample, bare box got louder and so did her moans. Having fu**ked Spanish chicks before, I could make out some things but I could've sworn the b**ch was speaking in tongues while I tore it up.

A spark tingled my loins with each crash against her a$$. I could feel her legs tremble beneath me. Not that she told me that she was coming, but could've sworn a gushing stream of pleasure push forth upon the latex sheath of the Magnum I had on.

Her head began to spin in somewhat of a circle. The hot spunk deep within me boiled and rushed towards the head as I was in serious "rape" mode. I grabbed a hand full of her hair and gentle placed the other hand underneath her neck. Sensual asphyxiation...basically, a light choke, to fake a sense of cutting off the air to enhance her sense of an orgasm. Hard for her to talk, I could still hear her utter something...

"Jódame...Jódame!!!"

"What???"

"Jódame...Jódame," she began to yell.

I couldn't take it anymore. A swift grip of the hips and the rage had become a reality. Three more lust filled thrusts against her backside released the bum rush of semen against the latex barrier. A jungle growl followed. She lay there on the bed...face down...her a$$ slight spread with a sliver of that pink showing. It still looked tight but the wear around the protruding lips let me know that a ni**@ had done a good job. The b**ch was still breathing at least.

I walked to the bathroom to clean up, only to look back at my handiwork. Carrie looked up at me with a sly smile across her lips. Daddy must've done a good job.

It was already 11 am and I literally fu**ed the day off already.

All I do know...is that my money better be on the nightstand when I get back.

Dentro de su lugar suave...Part Dos (Carrie Daniels-Rodriguez)

As each inch slid inside of her nest, her muscles retracted around the width of my shaft and snapped back like a Venus flytrap. It was almost as if we never fu**ed at all. Like her sh*t seemed to just snap back into place. I loved pu$$y like that.

You know when you slide off in some pu$$y that you just hit a few hours before? Almost like it loses its zeal, its snap. New pu$$y to me was like buying a new car. You savor that sh*t...

Her inside parts dripped with a slow, honey-like fervor, each stroke pulling at her lips.

But going back to the earlier though:

I had already made love to the pu$$y earlier the night before. What was the point of making all that nice sh*t when the bi**h wasn't gonna pay no more. Well...technically, she wasn't gonna pay because I just wanted another stab at it for the sake of argument. I had the right to decide that. The way I saw it was if I fu**ed her good the first time, make her cum like she hasn't in a while, I can f**k on my own accord with or without her permission.

I wanted to keep up a steady pace, a nice rhythm to where she can get her fix and I could just do my thing.

Last night, I had the sh*t set up perfect though. My sole purpose was to treat her like the woman she wanted to be treated like. I could tell in a conversation with her how she was teetering on the edge of being the passive-aggressive type. You know...the one who likes the control but simply prefers a man to just take the lead and f**k her like a real soldier would.

The friction between us sent a warm rage into my loins. I wasn't ready to cum yet, but I really didn't want to slow wind it like I did last night.

Her face squirmed as it should have, so I thought I would switch the game up on her. My slow, rhythmic groove would consistently be interrupted by a very strong, lusty thrust against her pelvis. With each bang, she would cringe in delight uttering something I couldn't quite make out. Whatever it was, the young cunt was turning me on.

(To Be Continued)

Un Rápido Molesta (Carrie Daniels-Rdoriguez)

Slender...that's what I would use to describe her. But not that small, skinny, model type. She had the proportions just right for her size. I'd say 5'6....120...flat stomach, slim waist and dynamite legs that held up her tight, stout ass.

She told me last nite that she was mixed. Black...some Dominican...No wonder her skin shone like she had be covered in the best finish. The chick was made as if she was to be bronzed and then devoured.

Short phrases she blurted when the suckle against her nipples would make her feel good.

"Ay, Papi...Hágame me siento bien"

Her lust grew inside my mouth as her body heat grew from my fingers parading up her legs. The pu$$y ran over with excitement as the opening of her lips was moist with pleasure and wanting. The first two fingers slowly pulled the outer lips back as her pink flesh seemed to greet us with little abandon.

I remember having so much fun with this pu$$y last nite. I wined her, attended to her wishes and fantasies...then I tapped that ass like a pimp was supposed to.

See the thing about it is that the "marks" think they are so hip to the game. When they make the agreement, they figure they are going to get exactly what they paid for. You know: Dinner, dancing, a good f**k, and call it a nite.

You know how I've been able to keep my sh*t wrapped so tight all this time???

Because I did more than what she expected or liked. I smashed her walls to the outer limits. I tuned my di*k to her mind and stroked it just as I had stroked her. It was all about the stroke.

She was just as inviting as she had been the night before. The head squeezed into her awaiting space as the girth of my rod stretched her with ecstasy. A sweet moan to brace for the ensuing onslaught, she kept her eyes closed until I reached the end and then she looked at me...and smiled:

"Usted es tan malo..."

"Si'...," I replied.

(To Be Continued)

Dentro de su lugar suave...Part Uno (Carrie Daniels-Rodriguez)

You don't even wanna know where I've been the past month. All you need to know is that I am alive and well. Because that kinda story...Damn...Gotta move along.

She'd never tell it. But I bet the b**ch was feeling like Lady Gaga...talking about how she wanted my love...

Well, trust me. The sh*t ain't free.

I had run into Carrie before. I just couldn't put my finger on it. The Twelve in Atlantic Station, maybe? Twist? Duggans???

Maybe my brain was going bad. Or maybe it was those black, liquid leggings that she had on as she stalked around the club some hours before. I normally didn't make it a habit of staying with a "mark," but she was the first piece of young pu$$y that Colony had set me up with since I got back in town...so...you know...

F**k it...Yes, I laid up with her. Damn...

You don't know what that s**t was like. Being ducked off like some kinda fugitive. Hiding out from place to place like some scared ass kid running away from home. Colony had me all over the middle of nowhere, peeking around corners and looking out for anyone suspicious who might have been looking for me.

See, here I go...telling you sh*t you don't need to know. Hell, I prolly shouldn't even be writing this down. Maybe it was the lure of the story. The danger. The intrigue. The money...

I will say this though, when you f**king with Colony, you better tighten that sh*t up. She doesn't play about her money....especially if you were messing with her golden goose--ME.

Carrie slinked back into the bed besides me. She had on these low-key specs, kinda like Mrs. Manning, my 10th grade business ed teacher had. Actually, Carrie was a teacher. Taught some language class to some Hispanic students...Korean...f**k, somebody's students. All I know is that when I slipped my hands around her little succulent C cups, sucking her mocha brown nipples like a hungry young lion cub, she moaned out some of the sexiest Spanish sh*t I had ever heard.

The b**ch could've been saying "Ni##@ I hate you;" but looking up at her slender face writhing in delight, her lusty pink lips pressed together...her squirming said "More...please..."

Her roaming hands slipped between my legs...jackpot!!!

A sudden sigh left her mouth. She wouldn't even have to pay this time. She knew what she was gonna get...where she wanted me...

Dentro de su lugar suave...

(To Be Continued)

Sex Therapy...Part 3, Open Wide (Adrian)

The deeper she looked into my eyes, the tighter her grip on my rod became. The blood in my system rushed to my shaft as the took her free hand and ran it down my sides and along my ass. An exhale followed a slow, long stroke of my manhood. She was pleased.

"Now, doctor, since you are so used to asking others questions, how about I ask a few of my own?"

A dear-in-headlights look must have been her way or saying that I was messing up her flow. But it was all a plan. Somehow, even my regulars still can't tell that when you f**k with Braylon Davis, there is always a plan...and I am always in control.

"I'd rather not be questioned," she replied. "I'd rather just have you."

Lusty trick...You'll have what I want you to have. And you will enjoy what I give you...

She grabbed me tighter, looking to invoke some type of control, yet with another flick of the tongue, her mind fell back into my trance. Her eyes rolled as we were now pressed upon the other and she began to kiss my chest.

Roaming finger dipped below the hem of her blouse to tug at the button holding her black skirt in black. Not that I cared much for bikini briefs, but she looked damn good enough in them. From what I was told, it was a comfort thing.

I cupped her sweet, firm ass with two hands. Not once had she tensed up, trying to stare me down again so to not lose control. Little did she even care to evaluate that I had already won the battle, and I was seeking to win the war of the flesh.

"Braylon," she stopped me in mid exploration. "I'm not some type of whore like the ones you met in the club. I have my own mind; and although what you do I find somewhat horrendously fascinating, you're not going to fu*k me like some whore that pays you because she's looking for the attention."

Smart girl...but not smart enough...

With a swift whip of the hands, I grabbed Adrian by the arms and stuck my writhing tongue down her throat. See, what the chicks with money fail to realize is that regardless of how independent you may want to be or are, your pu**y is a tool. The problem is if the ni**a wanting to use your tool is bold enough to take it...strong enough to control it...raw enough to master it to do his bidding. Any clownd*ck could fu*k and bust a nut, but if I didn't give this bi**h a good showing, the real problem she had would be worse than what it already was before I propositioned her.

"Now what you are going to do, Dr. Praylo," I said loosening my grip on her arms before hoisting her up to straddle my waist, "is whatever I want."

"See where you have me first fu*ked up at is that you think I'm going to make you pay for this d*ck. Wrong. You got money already and probably lots of it. So if I wanted your money, I could've fu*ked you like the whore you often want to be, knocked your ass out, and robbed you."

I had her attention now. Dropping her on the couch, I stood over her. My penis sat up at attention, strong enough to plow through a wall...preferably hers.

"Secondly, you're a freak. You have your degrees and your commendations and such. But you didn't study sex and theories about it for years just so you could tell people what's wrong with them."

I was hitting the nail on the head. With each spewing truth, her fire burned. I had now lay between her legs, basically stealing her essence. The noises her pu**y made were faint like that of a dog whistle: Only I could hear them.

Easily her panties came off as I broke down her psyche. She wasn't in tears like some of the sensitive hoes I had encountered, but she was concerned yet excited that someone could figure her out. She was probably tired of me talking and waiting on me to either feast on her steamy, hairless lust cave...or at least finish undressing her.

The waterfalls of her body splashed around as a finger probed her womanly channels. It was still daytime and much light to be had on the fourth floor office so I couldn't help but notice the odd, yet seemingly enticing mole that lie on her bubble gum-pink clit.

Mmmmmm...mmmmm...good.

Sex Therapy...Part 2 Continued (Adrian)

Adrian's eyes grew wide as she wasn't sure to stay in the office or wait outside for the guards.

"You can't expect me to believe that you've never seen a man naked in your office before...For heaven's sake, you're a sex therapist."

Ashamed I was not to be in her presence, stark naked with only a smile to greet the good doctor Praylo upon her return.

"I have," she replied. "I'm just not sure why you are."

Who the f**k does this chick take me for???

"Well, Adrian, you have a problem..."

Another frown. I must've insulted her.

"Excuse me??? A problem with what???"

Second mistake: Facial expressions tell more than what most folks want others to know. If you can read someone's face, you can basically diagnose the real issue.

"You have a problem," I replied. "The way I see it, you help people who want to work on their sex lives...people who either want to try to find ways to have better sex or ways to curb their urges to have more sex when it becomes a problem that effects their progress in becoming functioning members of society, right?"

She tried hard not to stare. She was probably taught by a man, maybe a father or an older brother, a teacher even, to always look a person in their eyes. That she shouldn't stare no matter what. That staring was a sign of disrespect. Yet, I could feel her stalking ever inch of my body in her mind.

Yes, b***ch, I came to your office strictly for the purposes to sex you. These abs aren't going anywhere. And the d**k is no imitation. I was built to please pu**y. Look all you want because you're either going to thank me or hate me later.

A buzz came from the phone's intercom system. "Dr. Praylo..."

That must've been the cue that the guards had arrived. Time was ticking as if she could get to the door...

"Just a second, Paula."

Adrian moved closer. Watching her approach, I instantly flashed back to the club when I approached her at the bar. She was upfront about the basis of her intentions of being in a place like that, knowing that sex was more of a leisure activity that could be bought for the right price. She said she wanted to use her experience for a book that she was writing. As cool as she tried to play off my offer to be apart of her research, it was no coincidence that she had left her card at the bar for me once I had left to tend to some business that Colony had summoned me for.

"So, Mr. Davis, you seem to have me all figured out."

F**kin' right. There was that aggression I was looking for. Chicks like her, who want to be the best at their profession, always tend to have issues with control. And when a man who is of equal mind capacity calls their bluff, the more a certain pseudo-male bravado comes out...just to see if the person doing the calling out is capable of making good on his threats/bets.

Not yet fully aroused, but very much excited, I pressed closer to Adrian. Her sweet breath floated near my nose as she looked up and positioned herself to have direct access to my lips...

"Dr. Praylo," Paula interrupted again. "You have a package at the desk."

She didn't have no damn package at the desk. The old woman was just trying to get her out to take care of this issue with the guards. Can't get mad though. She was just doing her job.

"Paula, please sign for it for me. I'll get it in a second. Disregard what I said earlier."

Ever seen one of those cartoons where the snake is trying to hypnotize it's prey and their eyes start to swirl? I could feel her heart beat. I could hear her pu**y get wet just by listening to her breathe. Now that was some pimp sh*t...

"So doctor, while you're diagnosing all these addicts and self-deprived lust buckets, who diagnoses you???"

She leaned up to kiss me. I never gave her my rules on kissing, so she should have gotten a pass, right? F**k no...

"What do you mean," she said. "I don't need anyone to diagnose me..."

How's about I try this again. Seductively, I traced her lips in a teasing manner. Her anticipation for me to fully engage her gave her some indication that I was going to dive into her opening lips and take her.

Wrong again...

"Adrian, I think you should be a patient...that you should see someone to help you..."

She liked my game. Her petite hands loomed near the shaft of my rod, not yet grabbing me but anticipating that she would be able to grab and take it at a moment's notice. She needed that sense of some type of control as the more I probed her mind for answers, the more anxious she got.

"And I take it that you would be the one to diagnose me, Mr. Davis..."

If she didn't know by now what a sly smile and a hard di*k meant, she must really have been hurting for a squirt.

Easily, her hands slipped over my hardness. Her soft skin brushed against the tight skin of my shaft, caressing the beast I was set to unleash on her.

"Yes ma'am," I replied before teasing her lips again only to gently bite her soft bottom lip. "But no more, Mr. Davis..."

Just call me B.A.D.


(To be continued)