Be Bad For Me(10)

"So, what's so important in your life?" Annette asked, taking a sip of her water.

"Too much, girl. Just too much," Denise shook her head from side to  side. Then, she looked up from her food and asked, "And where were you  at around lunch. I called you twice from the break room and you didn't  answer. I thought you didn't have to go back to work until Monday."

"The temp agency actually sent me on an interview today at an accounting  firm. They are hiring auditors in their tax department for possible  temp to perm."

"Oh, really? How did that go? Do you think you did okay?"

"I did all right. Hopefully, I'll get a call back by the beginning of next week sometime."

"Well, I wish you luck. I know how much you say you need something full time because you're getting so bored."

"Thanks."

"Remember, Charles?" Denise put her fork down as if she wasn't so hungry all of a sudden.

"Yes. The dude you introduced to me at the club. From your high school, right?"

"Yes, that one from the club. And no, we met each other in college in the public speaking class."

"Yeah?" Annette was still stuffing her mouth with chicken and broccoli lo mein.

"Well, we went out again on Sunday night and then again last night. You will not believe what I am going to tell you?"

"What? Tell me. He's gay? What?" She was ecstatic right now, wanting to know Denise's secret.

"This fool is married with children!"

"What!" Annette's chopsticks stopped midway to her mouth and the contents fell back into the container below.

"He's been married for about two years now with two children. And would you believe that I was getting ready to sleep with him?"

"How did you find out?"

"He told me. We were sitting on my couch when he told me that he had  been dating other women on the side for the past year, without his wife  knowing."

"Oh, that dirty dog. What did you say?"

"Well, for one, he said that the other women before me didn't even care  because all they really wanted was sex and money from him. I couldn't  believe that he thought that I was that kind of woman and that I would  be so stupid as to be his mistress like all those other dumb ass  females."

"I feel sorry for his wife. That is so wrong. And you said that you were  getting ready to sleep with him? On the first and second date?"

"It was the second date, actually. Besides, don't speak too soon, unless  you've been in the situation. You know he was fine as hell and once I  got a sneak peek of what he was working with, it was like I had to have  it."         

     



 

"What do you mean a sneak peek?"

"Well, we fooled around a little bit on the first date in his car. We  didn't do anything. Just kissing and feeling. He had a ding dong at  least ten inches long."

Annette giggled at Denise's choice of words for Charles' penis. "Ten inches? Is that natural to have one that long?"

Denise's eyes widened in surprise. "You've never had a big dick before?"

"I don't know. What am I suppose to do … pull out a ruler and measure it?"  She couldn't imagine someone putting a dick ten inches long inside her.

"Well, if you've had one that big you'd know and wouldn't even need to  measure. You would absolutely feel the difference. By the way, all men  are not that blessed to be that well endowed. Most of my men have been  around six or seven inches and sometimes even just five."

"Oh, my gosh! Ten inches is certainly well endowed then."

"Anthony must have a small dick!" Denise blurted out.

I slapped Denise playfully on the shoulders. "Watch out, girl. Don't be  talkin' about my man. Anthony knows how to work this pussy with what  he's got. I don't measure his shit anyway." Annette couldn't help but to  estimate about how many inches Anthony had. It certainly wasn't ten  inches. She did have dick bigger then Anthony's before she started  dating him two years ago, so maybe he wasn't even in the league of being  "well-endowed". It never really mattered to her or crossed her mind  about the size of a man's dick.

"Well, as long as you're pleased, that's all you need, I guess," Denise said.

"That's right. It's all I need."

"See, Anthony is too young by my standards. But as long as he works it  good with what he's got no matter if it's a big dick or a little dick,  that's all that matters. Me … I like my men a little bit more  experienced."

"And married?" she joked.

"Hey, that wasn't nice," Denise said, pretending to pout.

"I know you, Denise. You will have no problems finding another man and he'll be single and unattached, with a ten inch dick."

"Now, that's what I'm talkin' about," Denise said. She paused to take a  few more bites of her food, and then said, "I couldn't help but notice  that you were talking to that guy at the bar Saturday night. He was  finer than a muthafucka. What was his name?"

"Jordan. He's TJ's cousin."

"Is he single? Did you get his number?"

"Denise, I spoke to him like two seconds. Besides, I think he's going to  be helping Anthony get a Mercedes or something. You oughta call Bianca  and try to meet him like that ‘cause she dates TJ now."

"Bianca don't be wanting to share and she like to act shady sometimes,  so if you are not interested and you got his number, then do a girl a  favor and pass it on to me."

"You're a trip. I'm not trying to get Anthony all riled up again,  anyhow. But if I ever talk to him again, I'll let him know that you're  interested."

"Please do."

What Annette didn't mention is that she already had his number.





Chapter 7





"I can't believe you bought a new Mercedes, Anthony." It was Friday  night and she was at Anthony's crib waiting for him to get ready for the  dinner date they were invited to.

"I just couldn't resist. Wait ‘til you see the inside of that bitch. All  leather interior, nice ass sound system, dvd system in the  rear … everything … loaded … " She listened to Anthony boast about his new  car. Only a year ago, he had just leased his new BMW and was bragging  about that. Annette was glad that he was happy. When Anthony was happy  about other things in his life, that happiness seemed to expand into  their relationship.

"What did you do with the BMW?"

"I ended that lease early and we took it back the other day."

Anthony's dad spoiled him and anything Anthony wanted, he got. It was almost too easy for Anthony to have his way.

"Big ballin', huh?" she teased. "I wish I could trade my BMW in with no problems."

"What are you talking about big ballin'?" he shot back. "You sure are  talkin' that mess for someone who walked on the dealership and paid cash  for their shit."

"Whatever … at least I don't change cars as often as I change clothes. Did  that guy you meet at the club a couple of weeks ago sell it to you?"

"You mean TJ's cousin, Jordan? Nah, I went up there and he wasn't there.  I think that dude was on vacation or something. I don't know." Anthony  shrugged his shoulders.         

     



 

She followed him into his bedroom and watched as he ironed his shirt.  The owner of Club Scarlet had invited her and Anthony to dinner with him  and his fiancé at an Italian restaurant downtown. It wasn't often that  she and Anthony got to go out to a fancy restaurant, so when Jason, the  owner, asked them the other day to join him and his wife, she was glad  that Anthony said yes.

"I'm gonna use your bathroom to freshen up," she said, grabbing her  clutch purse and disappeared into his bathroom. She moved a few items  over on his counter to spread out the contents of her makeup bag and  began dusting her face with Iman face powder. She wasn't big on wearing  too much makeup, but prided herself in looking extra nice when the time  was right. She could tell that this wasn't any ordinary night out on the  town by the dress shirt and dress pants that he had pulled out of his  closet for the occasion. Jason was also the owner of another club here  in Atlanta and he knew a couple people in the music industry that  Anthony wanted so much to be a part of. She lined her eyes thinly in  black eyeliner and put on one coat of mascara. Instead of wearing the  lipstick, she opted for clear rosy gloss instead. She ran her fingers  through the loose curls and tweaked them a bit. She didn't have to do  too much on her hair because she had just got her hair done today.

A little bit of face powder had gotten all over Anthony's counter tops.  When she reached for some toilet paper to clean it up, there was none on  the roll. Men! Leave it to them to leave the toilet paper roll empty.  What if she had used the toilet? She scrunched up her nose at the  thought of having to get up in search of toilet paper with a wet bottom.  She turned around and opened the cabinet door behind her where she knew  that Anthony kept all his personal hygiene items, towels, and toilet  paper. There was an unopened pack of toilet paper sitting at the bottom  on the cabinet. She bent down to carefully open the package, so that she  could replenish Anthony's toilet paper roll. Toilet paper in hand, she  lifted herself back up and was about to close the cabinet door, when she  spotted the box of Trojans. This was no surprise to her as Anthony kept  at least two boxes of condoms in the house at all time. Last night, he  had used the box under his night stand when they had sex. The other box  was always in the bathroom. She wasn't aware of any other stashes he  kept throughout the house. This box was opened. She lifted the top and  looked inside. There were two condoms left at the bottom of the box.  That was odd. The stash by his bed was also half empty. Annette was with  him when he purchased a box of condoms less than two weeks ago. She and  Anthony might have only had sex four times since then. Annette shook  her head, trying to banish the thoughts that were materializing in her  head. Maybe Leroy borrowed some. Anthony and Leroy always shared. She  shoved her belongings back into her clutch, wiped the counter tops of  all traces of face powder, and left the bathroom. Anthony was dressed,  sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling on his dress shoes.