Dark Chocolate (complete) 18+ (womanxwoman) (1st book in Dark Chocolate series)

Chapter 6: Do it

It was weird. About a week after I was let go from the Times. Fin emailed me out of the blue offering me this job. She explained to me how she was starting up a blogging website specifically geared towards black millennials. I remember I had just moved in with my friend Andre Mack. He actually was the one who convinced me to take the job. After I showed him the email, he googled her. He didn't even read her bio. He only looked at her picture.

Afterwards all he said was, "Hey Siri, play ChloeXHalle do it." When it started playing he ran around dancing throughout the room. Before and after I accepted the job, Fin kept emailing me. We talked practically everyday and about everything. "You know I read she gay too.", Andre eventually told me. "She's gorgeous but she's not my type.", I replied. So he shot back with, "Well baby...we all got a type until we don't."

Now I've been in New York for about 3 weeks and I've spent just about every minute with Fin. When I'm not with her, I'm talking to her in some sort of way. If I'm not doing either of those I'm thinking of her. She's been taking me all over the city. From dinner to our daily stroll through "Senaca Village". Currently I'm getting ready because of course Fin is on her way to get me. I hear my phone ring. Well technically start to play music...It's Do it. I immediately know who it is.

Me: Hey Dre

Dre: Heeey auntie.

I'm only 2 1/2 months older than Dre. Yet every since he's found out my age, he's only called me auntie. He said it's cause I act 85 instead of 35. It's never really bothered me, though. He's hilarious and makes me laugh constantly. Now looking at how my life has shaped I also realize he gives the best and most accurate advice too.

Dre: Honestly I'm surprised you're not with her, right now.

Andre is the ONLY person that knows anything about Fin. All everyone else knows is that I got a new job and moved away. Far far away. But no one else even really knows what my job entails. So certainly no one else knows my boss is an incredibly intelligent, extremely beautiful and highly sexual lesbian. Then to top that off she's been absolutely fucking me senseless.

I think about one of our times together. It was before what was supposed to be one of our trips....That's what I call it now when we go to a new club (a mini field trip). We went back to her place. She said she'd make me dinner since we had time to kill. After she took me to the very first club I definitely had some questions. So we sat and talked. She told me there are different types of clubs and all can have a different set of rules but they all revolve around one main one. Consent.

"No two rooms are the same. Not everyone all like the same things. The people you saw the other night usually likes a lot of onlookers. Most don't. That's where consent falls in. You have to be given permission to watch. The couple chooses who can and can't watch too. Also most clubs are strict on dress code. Some aren't obviously.", she told me. "You should decide on what you're into beforehand.", she explained. I moved closer to her as we sat on the couch.

"So what are you into exactly?", I asked playing with one of her locks. Yes I was flirting but this was and is all still very new to me. Ive had a handful of girlfriends and quite a few hookups but I've only gone as far as vibrators and dildos and that was only a few times. I've never really trusted people enough to go way beyond the basics. So I was asking because I was truly interested in hearing some examples of things she was into.

But lucky for me. She was more in a showing type of mood than telling. She pulled me into her rough. She grabbed my face, one handed. She then kissed me even rougher. I moaned loudly into her mouth. She used her free hand to rip my blouse open. She stood up while never letting go of our kiss. I was in a breathless haze when she did finally stop kissing me. I then saw her get a devious smirk. "Remember the word read.", she said.

She yanked my left breast out off my bra. She then bent down and sucked my nipple hard. She bit and tugged on it hard causing me to moan loudly. She then stood up straight and looked me directly in my eyes. She then commanded in the sexiest tone, "Get naked now." All I could do was follow her command. That entire night I found out she's very in to high art, welcome back and toe the line.

This is a new me. What I'm doing now, who I'm with now is all foreign. This is definitely different to the way things went in Cali. My sense of adventure and risk stayed on the professional aspect of my life. Having the type of job I had it came with the territory. But now I'm blurring the lines. I'm not just doing the assignment like in the past. You know as in doing research or doing the article. My job never followed me home. Now I'm literally doing the assignment in every way imaginable.

I do the writing, I do the fetish clubs and I do my boss. All are entangled and affect my personal life just as much as my professional. Now grant it in LA, I was mostly on assignment by myself. I never would've spent so much time with my boss. But even if he wasn't an old pasty white guy and my boss there looked like Fin, I doubt I would've started fucking her. Things were bad in Cali, but I still know Fin is the main reason I'm in New York. I wanted to meet her in person. It was something about her that just fascinated me. Now I partly know what it was.

Me: She's on her way. She said she's taking me to some block party. I wish you were here, we could've all went together. She said her friends throw a block party every year for pride. You'd probably love it.

Dre: It might not be during pride but you know I'm coming through soon. I gots to meet Ms. Fin.

Dre and I continue to talk for 20 minutes until I hear my buzzer sound. I suddenly feel like a little kid or something. "This is just sad.", I think. I guess he can hear it all in my voice. He laughs.

Dre: Bye girl...you got it bad already. I can hear it all.

When I open the door, I think my mouth literally just hit the floor. She looks goodt. Yes with a t. She looks me up and down. But she doesn't say anything. All she does is smile. Finally she then reaches for my hand. "Ready?", she asks. I look at her up and down. She's wearing a multicolored geo print self tie cami romper. Her glittery gold nail polish matches her huge gold hoop earrings and necklaces.

"See something you like?", she asks and gives me her signature taunting smile. I stay silent and I just raise an eyebrow. She smiles bigger. As she starts to hail a cab she leans close to my ear. She whispers, "You look just as delicious to me, as I know I do to you."

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