I woke up with Money spooned in behind me. My back was to him so his chest pressed against my back. He was breathing (snoring) lightly in my ear, his strong arm draped around me holding me prisoner in bed. I could see the sunlight already shinning brightly through his window. Dan must be worried sick as ti where I am.
"Where you goin?" Money asked, securing his arm tighter around my waist as I tried to get out of bed.
"Money...I, I have a job...I have to go to work..." I said, trying to pry his arm from me.
"So call out!" he said, pulling me back towards him. I could feel his dick getting hard against my ass cheeks. Mine started to grow too.
"Money, don't!" I insisted, somehow managing to break free as I got out of bed and jumped to my feet. He rolled over onto his back and rested his hands behind his head and stared up at me.
"Bring dat azz back to bed." he commanded, testing his authority.
"Money...please..."
I could see his dick tenting the sheets. His face hardened as I disobeyed his command. When he throw back the covers, I knew I was in trouble. "Money...!" I called his name nervously, backing up against the window. He got out of bed and grabbed me, his grip tightening hard around my arm. "...what kind of trouble are you in? What was Pooh looking for? He was acting like he wanted to kill you!" I saw Money's facial expression change to a smirk.
"I'm sure he wood if he cood." he said, releasing his grip. I watched him turn and walk away from me, his tight firm ass disappearing into the bathroom. A moment later I heard him peeing into the toilet.
"So...are you going to continue to keep me in the dark?" I asked, appearing in the doorway behind him. He laughed, shook the excess pee from his dick head, and walked out without flushing.
"The less you kno da betta, babee. Truss me." he said, walking into the kitchen.
I followed.
"So you're not going to tell me anything? You just disappear out of my life and walk back in whenever you want without an explanation?" I asked, as he reached into the fridge and started drinking orange juice straight from the carton. "You OWE me that much!"
"I don OWE you shyt!" he yelled, wiping the orange juice ring from his top lip onto his forearm. He slammed the juice container down on the counter, and walked back over towards me. My body tensed, expecting him to hit me. He stopped before me, just shy of about a foot. "I told you all you needed to kno!" he added, staring me directly in the eye.
"You left me to the wolves!" I said, speaking from the heart.
"I did whut I HAD to!" he shouted, angrily.
"By deserting me and passing me off to Dan Edwards?" I shouted back.
"No! By keepin yur dumb azz alive!" he screamed, punching the wall beside me. I jumped as his fist went through the wall. I think I heard something crack.
"Money!" I called, grabbing his arm to help him remove his fist from the hole. He looked to be in pain, but was trying hard to hide it. His hand was stiff, like he was afraid to bend the knuckles for the pain. I cradled his hand gently in my own, checking it thoroughly for breakage. "The skin isn't broken..." I said, encouragingly. "No blood, that's good." I said, looking up at him. Money didn't say anything, he just looked back at me with a serious expression.
"Pooh n' his boiz waz gonna kill you, B. Juss to git at me." he said, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Thas why I sent you to stay wid yur boi Dan. I knew dey wood'n find you ova at his place, and dat dey wood'n try to touch you at yur job."
"Why?" I asked, feeling nervous and scared. "I thought yall were boys? You...you even brought him over to the house to...to...to fuck me and Dee." I recalled.
Money took his hand from me and backed up against the counter. His eyes never left mine.
"Dat waz a sting!" he said, watching my reaction. "I had unnercover cops der, recordin evrything."
"Cops? Recording...?" my mind went racing. "Are you a cop?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Naw, B..." he laughed, nursing his sore hand. "...I ain't no cop. But I waz workin wid 'em. I set up da party, told Pooh bout dese buyers I knew lookin to make a deal...n' dey did all da rest."
"Then what happened?" I asked, intrigued. "How'd Pooh find out you were involved?"
"Sumbody tipped 'em off." he said simply, hunching his shoulders. "Hadda be onna da cops. Soon az I found out, I grabbed up sum money I knew he had stashed, n' jetted. But first I hadda talk wid yur man Dan. I told 'em to keep you at his place for awhile, til I got back. I paid 'em to take car ov you."
"Wait a minute!" I said, holding up one finger. "You PAID Dan Edwards to baby-sit me?"
"I hadda make sure you ain't go back home." explained Money. "I knew Pooh's boiz'll be waitin ner fo' you!"
"So what are the cops going to now?" I asked, erasing what I just heard for sanity's sake. "Are they still going after Pooh? Are they after you? What's up?"
"I dunno. Me n' Dee been onna run eva since." he said.
"And how does she fit in all of this?" I asked, knowing I wouldn't like the answer.
"She's my gurl." he said, matter of fact. End of explanation. I just turned and walked back into the living room where my clothes lay scattered on the floor.
"So why did you send her to get me?" I asked curiously, as he came and stood in the doorway. "Just to have one last fuck?"
"I had 'er go git chu, cuz I wannit you back home, wid us." he said.
I turned and looked at him.
"Us?"
"Yeh. You, me, n' Dee. Like it waz b'fo." he said, hopeful. "I want us all t'getha again."
"And how does Dedrah feel about this?" I asked, doubting she was down with that kind of arrangement. That was why she left in the first place.
"She do whuteva I tell 'er to." he answered. I chuckled as I started to dress. "Where you goin?" he asked, stepping into the room.
"I told you, I have to go to work." I said, slipping into my boxers and trousers.
"N' I told yur azz to call off!" he reminded. When I didn't stop dressing, he walked up behind me. "Don't make me git physical wid u boi!"
"Money, please!" I intervened before he could act. "I...I need time to think about this..."
"Think about whut?" he asked, stopping up on me. "Don you want me, nigga? You told me lass nite you did! You admitted it, yurself!"
"I know..." I said, feeling a headache coming on. "But I can't just....I have to...please, just give me a little time. Okay?"
Money thought for a minute, looking me hard in the eye. Then I saw his arms relax by his sides as he backed up away from me.
"A'ight dawg..." he said, his limp muscle swinging between his legs. "Go head...do whut you gotta do." he said, before disappearing back into the bedroom. I finished dressing as fast as I could, then left the apartment immediately. The sun was up and shinning brightly over the cluster of trees and buildings in the far distance. I checked my watch to see that it was after 8am, I still had time to make it into the office and freshen up once there. My cell phone had 8 messages on it (from Dan no doubt), but I refused to answer them. On my way to my car, I saw Dedrah asleep behind the wheel of her car. I walked over and tapped lightly on the window. Dedrah jumped, looked up at me, then wiped her lip for drool. I backed up as she got out of her car.
"Rough night?" she asked, looking at my half tucked shirt and unfastened pants.
"Money told me everything." I said. She leaned back against her car, crossing her arms from the morning chill.
"He's not a bad man, David." she insisted.
"For a drug dealer..." I added. Dedrah bowed her head, then looked back towards the apt.
"He sleeping?" she asked, concerned. I could see she really cared for him. More than she did for me.
"He's in the bedroom." I said, softly.
"He tell you what he wanted you for?" she asked, looking back up at me.
"Yes." I answered. "How do you feel about that?" I asked, curiously.
Dedrah thought for a second.
"I love him." was her only answer. I smiled, and walked back to my car which was parked beside hers. She turned and watched me unlock my door. "What was your answer to him?" she inquired. I got into my car, started it up, backed out of the parking space, and rolled down my window.
"I told him I'll get back to him." I said, as I put the car in drive, and drove off.
I made it back to my work building at about 9am. Jimmy was surprised to see me driving myself into work when he met me at the gate (I'd been driving in with Dan every morning since I came to live with him). He made a few remarks about the "game" we watched last night with his buddies, but I ignored him, feeling completely used and betrayed by him and Dan. I pulled my car into my designated parking spot, noticing Dan's SUV already in his spot, then I took the garage elevator up to my floor and went directly to my office for a quick change of clothes. It was then that I was reminded by my secretary of an early morning meeting being held by my boss in the conference room. I cursed myself for forgetting, and rushed down the hall to try to sneak in inconspicuously and make the tail end of the board meeting. All the staff and board heads were there, going over current events and the work status of the company. I walked in without saying a word. Dan was seated at the table along with several other leading staff members while I had to pick a spot along the wall with the lower subordinates. He looked at me angrily, no doubt mad about my not coming home last night. Jonathan Ross (the president of the company) was speaking. I saw the look on his face when I came into the meeting late. I swallowed hard, still tasting a strong aroma of Money in my mouth and on my breath. Then Jonathan started in on the real reason for the meeting.
"As you all know, the board has been convening on a decision for promotion. We've managed to narrow it down to several candidates, but only ONE has shown all of the integrity, commitment, and drive we feel is necessary to help take us into the new year. And with that said, I want you all to join us in welcoming Dainel Edwards as the new head of operations."
The room lite up in a gasp of applause, led by mr Ross himself (my boss for the last 8 years, -the man I anonymously BLEW at Larry's bachelor's party!). Everyone was shaking Dan's hand and congratulating him on his new position.
"Congratulations Daniel, you deserved it." said Ross, shaking Dan's hand with a huge grin.
"Thank you, Jonathan. I'll do my best to make sure I'm worthy the faith you've put in me." smiled Daniel.
I wanted to throw up.
"Oh I'm sure you will." said Ross. "Many others were up for the job, but you were the only one we even considered for it. Good work." he said, before turning to exit the conference room without even acknowledging me. It wasn't until we bumped shoulders that he even remembered my presence.
"Oh, David...glad you could make it on such short notice." he said sarcastically, his face souring somewhat. "As you know, you too were up for the promotion as well. But your job performance have seemed to, -taper off as of late. I'm not sure what's going on with you at home in your personal life, -my son, but I'm sure you will take care of it before it gets too far out of hand. Understood?" he warned.
"Yes sir." I said, feeling used, helpless and betrayed all at once.
"He'll be alright mr Ross. I'll see to it myself." smiled Dan, walking up on our conversation.
"Good man." smiled Ross, patting him on the shoulder as he was about to leave. "You could learn a lot for Dan, David. Pay attention, and follow his lead." he said as he walked out. Dan's grin disappeared as he walked up within whispering range and asked; "where the fuck you been all night?". Before I could answer, he stepped back and looked me up and down, then added; "are those the same clothes you wore yesterday?"
There was no secret that Dan was a "company man", he played golf with the "big wigs", and attended all of their company and personal gatherings. He was always running ideas by them during meetings and luncheons, making a name for himself as a hungry up-comer. But I had seniority over Daniel. My work records were also slightly better than his. But Daniel had been brown nosing it up with the senior partners, while I'd been getting my ass served. First by Money, then by him.
Of course my work performance went down in the last couple of months. I had lost the woman I loved and found out that she had been cheating on me with a street thug. I'd been raped repeatedly, threatened, forced into submission, gang banged, held captive in my own home against my will, abused, used, and tortured physically and mentally. It was a miracle that I wasn't sitting in some insane asylum staring up at the ceiling after an ordeal like that. And now to add insult to injury, I had lost a promising promotion to a man less qualified. A man of whom I now played whore for. Was it any wonder why I turned and left the conference room without even congratulating Daniel?
I went back to my office, contemplating my next move as I took off my clothes to change suits. I looked down at my desk, at the photo of my 16 year old son -Kevin. It'd been over a year since I last visited him out of state. His mother and I divorced when he was still young, and since that time I'd been an absent father, only consistent when it came to mailing out my child support payments. For years I'd been planning on taking a more active role in his life, but the timing never seemed right. Now I was faced with the possibilities of being jobless. I made a solemn vow to myself that I'd QUIT if Dan was promoted over me. Now that moment has come, and I had some serious thinking to do. I was just starting to pack some of my belongings when Dan suddenly burst in.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he asked, slamming my office door behind him as he caught me getting dressed. He stormed over to my desk, looking down at the soiled clothes I wore from the night before. "I waited up for you for hours! Why didn't you return any of my messages?" he asked, looking at me angrily. "You was with Dedrah, wasn't you?" he accused. "That Bitch! You saw her last night, didn't you?!" he said, bracing himself. "So tell me, what did she want? Did she want to reconcile like you thought?"
"No." I answered, putting on my tie. "But Money did."
"Money...?" he said, surprised. "When did you see him?"
"Last night, with Dedrah." I answered, calmly. "Oh yeah, by the way, how much did Money pay you to watch over and fuck me?"
"What?" laughed Dan, nervously. "I don't know what you're talking abo..."
"Money told me everything, Dan. No need to deny it." I said, moving over to the mirror.
"Alright! Okay! So? He paid me to keep an eye on you. So what? What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, turning towards me.
"Means your babysitting duties are over. I can take care of myself now." I said, checking myself out in the mirror.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Dan as I went back behind my desk and started packing. "You going back to Money? To that THUG?" he asked. When I didn't answer, he got angry. "He's a loser, David! A low life drug dealer who stole your woman and nearly got you killed! Don't be stupid!"
"I didn't say I was going back to Money." I said, frustrated. Dan made a good point.
"Good." he said, relaxing as he watched me continue to pack. "Forget him. We can do without him. With this new promotion we can sell your house and move in together permanently..."
"Hold up...I didn't say I was staying with YOU either!" I protested.
"Then what are you saying?" asked Dan, confused. He stared at me for a moment, waiting for an answer. "Clearly you see between me and Money, that I'm the better man for you!" he smirked. "I'm ambitious, I have a career outside of prison! I have my own home, my own car, my own..."
"I suppose that's the same line you ran down to mr Ross too, about being the "better" candidate for the job?" I laughed, hearing the similarities.
"Is this all because I got the promotion?" he asked, looking at me as if I were insane.
"Partly." I admitted. "I busted my ass around here for 8 years. I was the first black man to even step foot in this job. And now they pass me up for promotion because I'm having a little trouble at home...? Fuck them!" I said, getting angrier by the minute.
"Well, you have to see it from their angle Dave." said Dan. I slammed my rollerdex into my packing box, then gave him my full concentration. "You've been acting a little irrational around here lately. I mean, what with Dedrah just up and leaving you one day. And this so-called nephew you had coming around here looking shady. Rumors start to float after a while, you know."
"Rumors?" I repeated, testy.
"Yeah. And then there's the sex..." he added, walking around my desk to stand beside me.
"What about it?" I asked, defensively.
"Well, just think about it. The company can't consider you for higher status while you're running around letting strange men fuck you in bars."
"I only did that because you MADE me." I defended.
"Made you?" he asked, astonished like. "Did I FORCED you to go to that strip club? Did I put a gun to your head and MAKE you stick your ass up to that hole in the wall to let men fuck you? No, I didn't."
"But you told me if I didn't do what you said, that you would tell everyone that Money wasn't my nephew. You said you would tell everyone what he'd been doing to me for months."
"I never said that."
"YES YOU DID!"
"Well, all I know, is what Money told me. He said that you were a "fiend for dick", and that you like to get fucked all the time. I've found that to be true for myself. You LOVE getting fucked. You never complain when I'm up in you, or when I let someone else up in you. You're a fag whore if ever I saw one." he said, causing me to see red.
Instinctively, I reached back and hit him directly in the face. Dan fell back into my desk, knocking over several things in the process. Just then Sally came in running. She stopped and grasped her breasts when she saw my angry expression, and Dan getting up off the floor.
"Oh MY, mister Edwards..." she yelled. "...should I call security?"
Dan stood up and straightened out his suit jacket and tie. We locked eyes like angry bulls ready to charge.
"Yes, Sally. Tell them to escort mr Smith off the premises. He's just been fired!" he said, walking out the door. Sally clutched her chest again, sorrowfully.
"Oh, David...I'm sorry...." she said, before rushing back to her desk to make the call.
Nate and Bruce from security escorted me from my office, and down into the parking garage with my belongings. The office staff was sorry to see me go, many of them hugged me and wished me well on my future endeavors (many of them guys I sucked at the bachelor's party). Dan was nowhere to be seen as I left the office floor. Going down in the elevator, the guards started to reminisce about how good they fucked me the night before, and how much they were going to miss my mouth, ass and throat. By the time we reached the garage, they both had huge hardons tenting their black uniform crotches. During the walk to my car, Bruce tried to talk me into giving him one last blow job before I left for good, never to return again. I declined his offer to suck his dick for him, and put my belongings into the back of my trunk. That's when Nate decided I needed to be stripped searched for any office supplies I might be concealing.
They took me over to a locked door (to which they had a pass key) on the west side of the garage. They unlocked it, ushered me inside, then proceeded to frisk me like a common criminal. Nate threw me up against the wall (spread eagle), then started to pat down my body physically (especially my ass) for weapons. I could feel his hands all over my buttock, mauling me as if he were kneading dough.
"Find anything?" ask Bruce, knowing they wouldn't.
"Naw, looks like we gotta do a cavity search!" he said, standing up to unzip his pants.
"Look guys...I just loss my job, and I'm really not in the mood for this right now." I said, looking for a sympathetic ear. Neither of them seemed to give a shit as they secured the door and exposed their hardons.
"I want his ass." requested Nate.
"I want his throat." said Bruce, stripping me of my clothes as they pulled me into position to receive them both.
On my knees, I was facing both of their hard cocks. Nate pushed his into my mouth first, wanting me to "wet" him so he could get into my asshole easier. Little did he know how many loads from Money I was still holding in me from last night! He made me deep throat him by holding my head and fucking my face deeply to get a good lather of thick spit from the back of my throat. I could feel his metal zipper banging into my lips as I took the dick all he way down over and over again.
"Don't HOG 'em man!" warned Bruce, holding his erection and waiting for his place at my mouth. Nate laughed, telling him how good my mouth was and how he nearly considered keeping it for himself instead. "Yeh right!" laughed Bruce, shoving HIS dick into my mouth and throat as Nate walked around behind me. I felt his hands on my ass as he maneuvered me into the ideal fuck position. I heard him spit onto his fingers, then wet my hole before putting his dick up to the entrance and pushed in. "How's that shit feel?" asked Bruce, grinding his dick in my throat while holding my head steady. My lips were tightly sealed around the base of his meat.
"Just like his throat, only better!" said Nate, pushing in all the way. I felt his big hairy balls slap up against my ass. Luckily Money's loads were lubing his dick as he pushed in, making it slide easier.
He started fucking me immediately, not wasting any valuable time. He held my hips and fucked my ass with hard, deep, penetrating thrusts which sent his entire length through me like a hot knife.
Not to be out-done, Bruce gripped me by the ears and started to bang my face. His dick slipped in and out of my mouth slick and smooth. I ran my tongue along the cum tube, hoping the extra thrill would excite him more and make him cum faster. The last thing I needed was to be found in the stairwell getting fucked! I was lucky to have left the job with a somewhat untarnished reputation. Too many people already knew about me; Dan, Jimmy, Len, Nate, Bruce, Gee, Kale, Harold, and Niombi. It was only a matter of time before word got out completely.
There I was, in the garage stairwell getting fucked by 2 security guards -front and back. They held my body parts (head and ass) tightly as they fucked hard into them. Balls banged against my balls and chin as the fucked me with the full lengths of their strong dicks. Spit escaped my lips as Bruce's cock pummeled my mouth deeply and thoroughly. I could hear his breath grow labored as he started to pant and moan. His dick was slick with my spit as he face fucked me faster. "Shit man, I'mmabout to CUM!" he announced as his dick swelled bigger. I could taste the pre-cum for his cock head, and prepared myself for the onslaught which was to cum! "Oooh shit, man! Damn! Here it cuummmss..!" he groaned, gripping my scalp harder as his dick pulsed then shot like 8 thick loads of hot sperm into my mouth and on my tongue. "UHH, UUHH, SHIT! DAMN! FUCK, MAN! SHIT!" he cursed as the cum poured out. I ate every ounce of his love as it slid slimy down my throat.
Just then Nate started to seriously pound my ass. I could feel his hairy pelvis slapping a tattoo of his abdomen on my ass cheeks with each inward stroke. His cock rammed into me like a sword, slicing through my cum buttery anus again and again. A few minutes later I felt him shove all the way and hold still. His cock jumped and throbbed as it started pulsing out hot thick cum into my already filled colon, drenching my insides with a fresh batch of juice.
It took us several minutes to recuperate. Nate and Bruce fixed their uniforms while I got back into my clothes. "Yo man, if ever you need a job, we can hook you up!" suggested Bruce, wanting some ass on a regular basis.
"Thanks gentlemen..." I smiled, knowing we would never get any work done.
They walked me back to my car, but not before giving me their cell numbers so we could "hookup" again after work hours. I drove home, uncertain of my future. I knew I couldn't go back to Dan's, and I wasn't sure I wanted to do Money and Dedrah. With no other place to go, I went home.
I returned to my house for the first time in months. Dan had insisted that I'd eat and sleep over at his place so he could have sex with me whenever he wanted. I guess now I didn't have to worry about him letting out my secrets any longer, now that I nolonger had a career to fear for.
I pulled up in the driveway behind my house, trying to avoid the neighbors whom nodoubt would want to speak to me about my badly neglected yard duties. I could see by the backyard that the lawn looked terrible. It was in desperate need of cutting. I promised myself that I would get on it immediately as I pulled out my keys to get in through the back door. Immediately I noticed the was ajar, someone had broken into my house. My first thought was to call the police, but then I decided to coast the place and take a survey to see if anything was missing.
The sink was filled with dirty dishes. The fridge was empty. It was obvious that someone had broke in and cooked all my food! The living room was a pigsty. The couch cushions were on the floor, the lodge chairs were turned over, dishes were broken, wall pictures smashed, my big screen TV was gone, as was my stereo and entertainment systems. I went upstairs to check on the bedroom. The upstairs was equally as ran sacked as the down. My 32" television set was gone there too, as was my cordless phones, jewelry, some of my clothes, shoes, and coats. I think I was there no more than 30 minutes, when I heard a car pull up in my drive. I figured it was probably Dan, coming pass to fight some more and try to threaten me into coming back. So I didn't bother to check when I heard the door open and someone started to come up the steps. I fully expected to see Dan turn the corner, when I was suddenly greeted by one of the thugs that hung with Pooh (the drug dealer).
"Oh shit...!" I yelled, running for another exit.
"Yo, wait! Wait!" yelled the thug (I recall calling him Thug#2 back in chap3). "I'm NOT who you think!" I stopped in my tracks, and turned towards him curiously. "My name's Brian Mitchell! I'm a police officer! I'm looking for D-Money!"