In the two or so years that I have been a "working man," I have made a few contacts and met quite a few interesting people. Not to mention, I have amassed a considerable amount of money. My mama ain't raise no fool. So I don't go out like some of these other young nigs with money and just spend it on dumb sh*t like rims and big ass jewelry. I invest...in ME. The style...the charm...honing my cultural skills to make m product all the more marketable, Folks, you are looking at a walking conglomerate. With each client that I entertain, I am making sure that I set myself up to come out of this situation on top (no pun intended) when I do decide to give this life up for good.
Now, don't get me wrong, I have bigger aspirations. And I clearly don't plan on doing this forever; however, my dreams of writing s self-help relationship book like that one Steve Harvey just did will continue to be on hold until further notice. Even with a decent amount saved up to publish the book myself, there is so much more out there...calling me to keep pumping, keep playing. The game is definitely money driven, and the woman behind the scenes always seems to keep me busy.
Ladies and gentlemen: I give to you Miss Colony Sparks.
Imagine a cross between Amber Rose (Kanye West's current girlfriend) and Strange' (Grace Jones' character in the movie, Boomerang). Toss in a slick talk and a strong business acumen, and there you have it.
I don't think many folks inside or outside the Triad Club knew much about Colony...and she probably liked it better that way. What I did know, was that from our first meeting, she was going to be playing a very integral part in this game.
Now I was 26 at the time when I met Colony; but even before she could open her mouth, I could tell she was a boss b**ch. And I didn't know that the Triad itself was the "swinger" spot that double as a VIP room for one of the more ritzy establishments in downtown Atlanta (that will remain nameless for the time being); however, when you see the people around you looking as friendly and getting that erotic vibe, you know that some of these folks wasn't in there for just the music.
I turn to my left...2 silhouettes in a shaded room, revealing a long haired woman getting it in doggy style. Dude looked as if he was going pretty hard on that ass.
I turn to the right...2 very good looking women, one of whom looked like Wendy Raquel Robinson ("Principal Greer" from The Steve Harvey Show/"Tasha Mack" from The Game) , were in a corner booth area all upon each other, almost to the point of kissing. I must have been looking a little too hard as one of them winked at me once they saw they had a captivated audience of one. All this, and somehow I had totally forgot that Colony was trying to get my attention by calling my name. I was just a little too into all the sensuality that was floating around.
"So you're the young guy that Jan told me about..."
Good dick obviously went a long way.
"I...I guess I am," I replied. "Braylon...Braylon Davis."
Somehow, I was sure she had a full dossier on me. A Cheshire grin across her face must have meant that my naivete' amused her as she nodded to what looked like a council of 3 men and 3 women that had been sitting in the booth with her.
"I will give it to you, Mr. Davis...you're a pretty young b**ch if I've ever seen one."
Even after hearing Dr. Rix use that term, I still had yet become comfortable with it being used to describe me. Bashfully, I thanked her. I was glad that she wasn't able to read minds and know what I had really thought about all this.
After fielding some secretive comments from her associates (along with my own personal awkward moments internally), Colony looked at me with a hungry glare.
"So let us see it..."
I laughed at her because she really couldn't have been serious.
Take off my pants and show my dick to all these people??? Fuck no! I didn't ask for all this.
"Mr. Davis, let me be quite frank with you right now. You're here as a favor. Normally, I don't fool much with outsiders, but word is that you have quite the package."
Colony explained to me that this sh*t "wasn't for play" and that Dr. Rix had somewhat begged her to include him in the game. She gave a somewhat impressive spill about how "her world" is like a fantasy land; and that for the right price, dreams could rise and fall at the snap of her hand. Such an opportunity to mingle and entertain some of the city's wealthiest, and making sure I did a good job, could help along with my career...but only if I was in it to win.
She stood up from her seat. Damn, she was wearing the hell out of that gray pinstripe pants suit. There was no blouse as only the rise of her very full breasts were covered by a hint of a black lace bra.
She circled me like a predator getting ready to strike, until she finally stopped in front of me...starring me in my eyes. Swiftly, she pressed her breasts against me and grabbed me by the waist.
Sh*t was weird as hell but I kinda got "rocked up" as her hand found its way down to my package.
A few quick strokes and I was all hers...stiff in her hands, distracted as she slowly slinked down my torso to greet me in only the way she would greet "some fresh."
A quick motion and the next thing I knew, my pants we down to my ankles and all my sh*t was out.
B**ch didn't even kiss the head or anything!!!
She just stood up, looking at me. Then turned to her "council"...
"So what do ya'll think?"
(To be continued...)
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