MONICA in Accounting-THAT BITCH!
Quinton Jackson had life all the way fucked up. Dumb ass dudes like him deserved what they had coming from them.
For the last two years, she worked in the accounting department at Jackson Realty. She was a smart bitch. A wannabe rich bitch. And she took no shit-type of bitch!
College-educated, certified public accountant, she knew how to count that cash just as well as she knew how to throw that ass. Small-ass Midtown didn't have much else to do in that little city but fuck. Good thing it was her favorite pastime. She was from a small town in no-Manville, Illinois, but came to Midtown to attend Midtown University.
Turns out, that small little city had the most concentrated millionaires in the world. Hot damn! She found her place in the world. Too many hot boy millionaires to choose from, but mostly old as dirt. She was twenty-four, and none of them were under thirty. Most were over forty.
When she landed her job right out of college at Jackson Realty, she knew what type of ballers were there. The Jacksons. Antonio Jackson and Antonio Jackson. Hell, if she swung both ways, she would shoot her shot at Donna Jackson. They were the wealthiest Black family in Midtown and she was not mad at that.
Too bad Antonio was married, he could get it. Age didn't matter if he was hot.
Quinton was a man-whore, she learned that off the top. The women loved to gossip about the dick he was slinging. He wasn't trying to settle down like she wanted.
So she was distracted by Darren, her boyfriend. He worked in accounting as well. He was not her immediate boss, but he was two levels above. He wasn't balling out of control, but he liked to cake her up whenever she asked. Diamonds, clothes, hair, and nails done every week, and shopping sprees on a regular. All she had to do was keep throwing him pussy every now and then.
He was not much to look at. He was no Quinton Jackson.
She had to find a way to get him in her claws. Fucking him wasn't enough, although the dick was good. To get paid, she had to get paid for at least the next eighteen years and level up her life. There wasn't enough sperm in the condom, but she used every drop.
Fearing that would not take, she talked a couple of other girls to bring her their used condoms after a romp with the Q-Dog. Sure enough, she was up to her eyeballs in sperm.
Squirt, squirt! Somebody was going to be a daddy.
RICKY the Dick Man-SLANGIN'
He knew Donna Jackson only used him for his dick.
Beautiful and rich, he was unsure why she had to pay for dick. He would give it to her for free, but a woman taking care of him was nice.
She was not the only one. He slang dick to plenty of needy women around town. Mostly older women, alone, wanting some fun, not a relationship. Or married and the husband was not putting it down enough.
For a fee, he would fuck any woman. He wasn't free.
"I hear you come highly requested."
He looked up from the shiny black Mercedes Benz he worked on to see a leggy blond, with pink lips, and diamonds dripped all over her, smiling at him as if she wanted to jump him right there. He could read women well. He could tell when they needed dick. This rich broad did.
"Car services or..." His regular job was at an upscale car mechanic shop. Ladies dropped off their cars to be serviced and then went in the backseat to get serviced by him. The backseat or the back room if they wanted more privacy.
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Love, Lust & Lies (season one)✔️
RandomA sexy soap opera dealing with the wealthy families of the Van Russells and the Jacksons in fictional Midtown, MO. They fight for power, money and love. *Billionaire playboy *Interracial romance *Secret relationships *Family feud *Sibling rivalry *...