A month later…

I sat in my pink KIA watching dicks. Yes, I am a dick watcher. I watch the way men walk, and talk I even watch their involuntary body language.

After 30 minutes of unimpressed watching results, I got out of my car to go into the store. I always shop at this store, because of the low prices. To my surprise, my target worked here as a manager via Cody. The manager is in the store on Monday through Thursday and today happened to be Thursday.

 Everything is always out of order. The moment you think the store is out of something it turns out whatever you were looking for is in another aisle. I looked around for an employee, but I could not find anybody.

I adjusted my lace front after scratching it in frustration. I just wanted to fill the basket. “Fuck it!” I said after searching for 30 minutes with nobody in sight I became pissed. I started stuffing random shit into my purse. “Fuck this unprofessional ass store!” I had money do not get me wrong. I  do not like stupid shit. It turns me ratchet quick.

“Excuse me!” A woman said, clearing her throat. She was behind me, so I turned around. Some nappy cheap weave-wearing bitch who had her hand on her hip beamed her eyes at me. “Do you need help finding something?” She asked with an attitude popping her gum in my face. See shit like that pisses me off. “No back up off me,” I said walking away. “Well, are you going to pay for those items?” She asked rudely. I stopped walking and turned around. I spat at her “How about hell no!” “Then give the shit back bitch!” She snapped at me. “You broke ho!” “Stealing dumb shit!” She snapped. This bullshit is what I did not need.

As I was standing there, another dry weave box braid-wearing bitch came up. I already did not like the first bitch! Now there were two. Every time I walk into this store, a bitch is always staring me down with disgust. I shop at this store a lot because again the prices are low.

“I’m calling the police!” She yelled. “I could not fucking care less If you call them!” I snapped at her. She pulled out her walkie-talkie then she called out a code and put it back into her pocket. I wanted to snatch off her vest and beat her ass. I was just about to so damn bad. Unfortunately, some older woman came up asking if there was a problem.

“Miss Wanda this woman is stealing!” She yelled pointing at me. “Is that true, dear?” Miss Wanda asked me. “Yes, ma’am,” I said, looking down smirking. “Do I need to call the police?” The first bitch asked. “No baby, it’s okay.” Miss Wanda said, shaking her head.

“I am going to send her to the manager’s office; I’ll let him decide” Miss Wanda said. “Come with me please baby” Miss Wanda said. I followed the woman she had to be about 60 or 70.

We walked up a flight of stairs. I had on my heels, so I had to hold on to the rail. I was wearing teal shorts and a half-teal shirt with a train in the back. I had my hair brushed into a bun. Miss Wanda was a beautiful woman she had curly hair and perfectly flawless skin. She had the old person's arch.

“Miss Wanda, I can go by myself,” I said to her. She was bent over tired from the stairs. “You promise to go?”. She said out of breath. “Yes, ma’am, which way I asked her?” “The Second floor,” she said, pointing, “Through the double doors to your right," She said. I made my way up the stairs. I went through the back room. I got first look, at all the new product delivered to the store.

My hands were itchy, but I kept picturing Miss Wanda. I made my way to the office and knocked on the door. Shit, I was in trouble, “come in!” The voice yelled.

I walked into the office. Slow jams were playing the feel-good 90’s slow jams. ”I will be in there in a minute have a seat.” A voice said. I sat in the chair in front of the desk and waited. He finally came in. I looked at him, and he looked me up and down.

“Yes, how may I help you?” He asked, adjusting his shirt. “You don’t know why I am here?” I asked, confused. He sat down and picked up his papers. He shifted through his papers that were stacked on his desk neatly. “So, when can you start?” He asked me. I raised my brow. "Oh"… I said, smirking. “I can start as soon as possible.”

“Are you flexible?” He asked. “Yes, very,” I said, looking at him. “This job requires a range of motion Squatting standing and bending.” “Can you handle that?” ” He asked, taking his glasses off. “Yes, I can I said smiling.” “It is a very fast-paced job.” He said. “Yes, that is fine” I replied. I’m not sure if it was purposely, but he was dropping a lot of sexual innuendos.

“Well… this job requires you sometimes to be placed on call. Can you handle that?” He asked? “Yes,” I said, nodding my head. The chair was uncomfortable, so I started to wiggle impatiently. “Your resume is impressive,” he said, putting his glasses back on.

Resume I thought to myself. “Thanks,” I said. the manager really thought I was here for an interview. I had to play the role I was going to get hired; then I was going to beat that bitch’s ass downstairs in the break room. This was perfect. I thought we were role-playing.

“We have a dress code!” He said, pointing at me. “We supply uniform,” he said. “What size do you wear?” He asked. “Guess?” I said, standing up. He stared at me. He cleared his throat after being stuck staring at my body. “Excuse me,” he said, adjusting his shirt.

He was very handsome. He had a short fade with light facial hair. He was wearing a button up and the suit jacket that hung up behind him. I love a man in a suit and tie. I pulled a lollypop out my purse and began sucking on it.

“Do you have any tattoos or piercings?” He asked. “Yes, I do,” I said, sticking out my tongue. “I have three!” I said, standing up. “I have this one,” I said, taking the lollipop out and pointing at my tongue. “Plus these: I said, pointing at my breast. “ This last one,” I said, sitting down and spreading my legs a little.

His facial expression changed for a moment; The darkness pass over his eyes. Then he snapped back. “Well, just do not let them be visible,” he said. I giggled.

“Well, Brianna I think that is all for this interview.” “Orientation is tomorrow at 5.” “Thank you,” I said smiling. He held out his hand for me to shake it. However, I hugged him instead, leaving no space between us. He squeezed me back with a tight hug. My breast squished up on his chest; I could feel his hard body underneath.

He squeezed me so hard it made me let out a moan. “Umm,” He smelled so damn good like a light sweet soap but masculine. I started rubbing on his back. He squeezed my booty. “Ooh!” I moaned again. I slowly pushed away from him. We caught looks, that same darkness from before filling his eyes.

The lust had utterly taken him over. He became sexier because he had that beast inside of him. His body started to leak, and it put me in heat the hormones that filled the room were severe.

“I am sorry Brianna, the job is no longer available,” he said, shaking his head trying to gather himself. I walked up to him and whispered into his ear. “I am not Brianna.” He looked at me strangely. Then he attacked my face. His tongue struck mines. I held on to his head as we swapped spit.

He picked me up and slammed me into the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Oh my god!” “Yes,” I yelled as I felt him awaken, he had a lot under those clothes. I pulled at his shirt until the buttons popped off, exposing his godly manliness. “Ah yes!” I screamed. I rubbed on his flesh.

I pulled on his pants. “Wait! I do not have a condom!” He said out of breath. “It’s a store” I whined! “Go buy one!” He looked at me as if I was crazy. “Wait, let me check.” He said. He dug around in his desk. “Here!” He said, picking up the oldest, smallest condom I ever saw. “Can you even fit that?” I said, scrunching up my face I asked him. “Probably, I hope so,” he said, pulling down his pants.

He forced it on and then he turned around towards me. He performed a magic trick because of the size of his dick no way he made it fit. I did not even care. I stripped out of my shorts and thong and bent over his desk.

“Yes! Bend Just like that!” He said. “I told you I was flexible,” I said smirking. His eyes got wider, and his dick got bigger. “Who are you?” He asked. I did not answer. I just merely started twerking my ass. He came up behind me and entered me from the back.

“Ah! Yes!” I moaned as he covered my mouth and fucked me good. I took each blow. He smashed my head into his desk and I read his papers in the process. The name on the paper was Derrick. “Ooh, Derrick!” I moaned. He uncovered my mouth “how do you know my name?” He asked.

He picked up speed. I felt the condom pop inside my vagina. A shot of pleasure filled my body. “Whoa, damn!” He groaned. He pulled on my hips and picked up speed. Flopping noises filled the room. I watched the cameras in the store that were behind his desk.

My juices oozed down my legs. Slowly it turned into a cream. He stopped pumping. “What is wrong?” I asked. He snatched his dick out my pussy and stared at it. “What is wrong?” I asked him again. “The condom broke!” He said freaking out. That’s why it felt so damn good,” he said. “Well, it is somewhat too late; we are already fucked.” I teased. He sat at his desk naked.

I walked over to him and gave him a lap dance. I plopped down on his half hard dick. I bounced on his dick. “Squatting is a part of the job huh?” I asked as I hopped slowly in his lap. I held on to his thighs and hung my head back. He kissed on my neck. I rolled my hips.

He slid his hands up my shirt into my bra, and he groped my breast. He turned me around so that I was facing him.

“I told you this was a fast pace job,” he said mocking me. I bit my lip as he sucked on my breast and slammed me into him. He held on to my waist as he thrust his pelvis.

“Yes!” I clawed his back. We fucked for 2 hours his beast fighting mine. I fixed myself and adjusted my clothes. I was getting ready to leave. “I see that you are flexible,” he said getting himself together. “Are you able to work on call?” He asked. “I am sorry my schedule changed, but I might be caught stealing from this store again.”

I smiled, walking out of his office. I walked out of the office, texting Cody the job was done. Cody wanted me to come into this company and fuck the manager; he didn’t explain why. I did not know him, but I did notice a picture on his desk of Cody’s baby mama, so I derived a conclusion.

Cody replied to my text a couple of hours later with a name and an address. What the fuck did he think this was a fucking spy show or something? I tried to fuck Cody last week, but Cody was the first man ever to turn down my service. He kept going on about how he loved his baby mama showing me her photo.

London was her name and let him tell it, she was his god, and they were in love, the only problem was she had two other baby daddies.

Cody didn’t count as a baby daddy he said he was the father of their children.

Derrick, and Tyler.

I wanted to watch him fail, so I agreed to play along.

I arrived home 20 minutes later…

I sat at home in front of my computer. I needed a way to get to Tyler. Then I suddenly remembered that I had an invite to work a night at the hottest strip club in town.

It’s very common for me to be invited to places. Posing for photos porn request, promos, and photos were just part of my daily life. I had over eight-hundred thousand followers on my social media accounts.

I quickly emailed Donald and accepted his offer to opening up for his main attraction. Unlike the women at body nightclub, I had a body ass and titties. I texted Cody my plan, and he said they would meet me there later. I was on the internet watching videos of strippers and learning choreography. I could shake my ass, but only for a small show.

Tonight I was doing a full performance; I am so damn excited! I stood in front of my mirror practicing the dances, I learned everything after two hours, and I was a full professional.

My phone rung it was an unsaved number I was reluctant to answer, but I did anyway. “Hello?” I answered. “Hello is this Neisha?” An unknown voice asked. “Excuse me don’t call my phone asking questions,” I said. “Who is this?” I asked its “Donald from body nightclub” he said. “Oh hey, Donald,” I said, calming my voice. “Wow, so you’re serious?” “This is really Neisha? Thick ass Neisha not a catfish right?” He asked. “It is me Dee dubs, and I’m ready for tonight,” I said.

“Aw damn, I thought you were playing.” He said, surprised.

“Well, I’m not. I don’t play games,” I told him. “Well, when can you come in so that we can audition you?” He asked. On the way now, I told him. I wasn’t really on my way. I was sitting at my kitchen table bored. Doing these favors for Cody was funny at first, but now I’m just bored and uninterested. I don’t need to prove my skills to anybody.

I went into my closet and put on the first thing that I could find on my hanger, which was a yellow and black see-through turtleneck two-piece with the bottom being all in my ass booty shorts.

Moments later...

I parked in the strip club; the parking lot was empty which increased my boredom. It had only just reached 7 pm, so I wasn’t surprised. I walked in the doors as if I owned the place.

I was about to pass through, but some man told me the fee was 20 dollars to get in. I snapped my neck, back looking at him. “I am not paying for nothing that I’m not interested in,” I told him. He looked at me confused. “What?” He asked. “I’m doing an audition.” “I don’t want anything that yall have on yall stage,” I explained to him. The females that worked here were; just ran through and tired. He looked at me offended. However, I didn’t care; I threw my hand up and walked to the back to speak with Donald.

I knocked on his door. He opened the door, and two other guy for the audition accompanied me. The first thing that I imagined in my mind was a full gangbang. I could feel my nipples getting hard.

“You got some beautiful nipples,” the man in the yellow shirt said. “Thank you,” I said giggling and touching his arm. In my head, I was bored, but my body kept it going. “Well shit, I’m speechless, I didn’t think you were going to come for real” Donald said shaking his head. He looked like he surprised. The guy in the yellow kept pinching my ass cheek. “My ass is real,” I told him looking into his eyes. “Well, here’s the song I need you to dance to.” “Donald said blasted some engineered twerk music.

The beat he played was so lame I didn’t have to do anything but clap my ass cheeks, and pop a little I was highly disappointed. I didn’t come way over here just to pop my ass. When I got on the stage tonight, I was going to do a lot more.

I made my way over to yellow shirt and dropped down to the splits squeezing his dick on the way down. I wasn’t surprised by what I felt either. Either he wasn’t erect, or he didn’t have a dick. I dealt with some small dicks, but this case was special. His facial expression changed after I called his bluff.