10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 23

Two weeks passed:

It's been almost a month since Taraji last heard from Fantasia.

This silence was eating her up inside; Smarty was ruining all the hard work Fantasia put in. The NYPD had turned the place into a playground, always catching operations red-handed. What was once a lovely, spacious warehouse had morphed into a brothel. And then there was Carter—what was she after with those troublemakers?

To top it off, Taraji was feeling really frisky... those nights spent alone had left her feeling more than just unsatisfied.

Another week ticked by, and now Stoney and Smarty were clashing over Fantasia's legacy. Stoney was determined to protect it, especially since Smarty was messing things up. Who was Stoney, and why was she suddenly so involved?

Despite checking her mail obsessively, Taraji found nothing. Over a month had gone by without a word. She began to dodge the reality of the situation by working late at her office.

One night, after finishing a commercial shoot—pushed to the evening because Taraji had been busy all day—the clock showed 7 PM when they finally got started. The crew had left, leaving just Taraji, Stoney, and the makeup artist, who left promptly after the shoot.

Stoney stepped into the bathroom for a private call. With everyone seemingly gone, Taraji, feeling a surge of horniness, decided to touch herself on her new office couch, a purchase made out of necessity since she'd been sleeping there. Just as she was getting into it, Stoney caught sight of her from the doorway and felt a rush of excitement. Taraji gasped, quickly sitting up straight. "I thought everyone left?" she stammered.

"I was just about to," Stoney replied, their eyes locking. "Still having issues with your girlfriend, huh? Need a little help with that?" Taraji swallowed hard. "I'm good."

"Alright," Stoney turned to leave, but Taraji stood up. "But what if I wanted help? How would you do it?” she flirted nervously.

With a playful twirl of the doorknob, Stoney scanned Taraji's figure, particularly her curves. She swung the door shut. Taraji’s heart raced; she knew this was a slippery slope, yet the heat of the moment overtook her, her body desperate for connection.

Stoney closed the distance, circling around her, admiring every inch, especially Taraji's backside. "First, I’d tell you just how ridiculously hot you are," Stoney began. "Then, I’d make my way around like this and give your ass a good grab." She did just that, delivering a playful spank.

"And I'd lean you over, pulling your head to the side like this!" Stoney whispered, kissing Taraji hard on her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. Taraji let out a soft moan, her breath quickening. Stoney slipped her hand into Taraji's pants, starting to rub her intimately. Taraji instinctively opened up to her, pulse racing.

Just as the intensity peaked, reality crashed back—in a flurry of panic, Taraji pulled away after losing herself for what felt like an eternity. "Stop! I can’t do this. My girlfriend would freak out, and I can’t betray her!" she murmured, hastily fixing her disheveled clothes. Stoney licked her lips, appearing to understand. "Okay, I get it," she said, exiting and closing the door behind her.

In that moment, Taraji felt as if she had witnessed or done something that would haunt her forever.

"You stopped it, Taraji! You stopped it! She won’t find out; just keep it from her. For Stoney's sake," she urged herself, pacing anxiously. "If it gets out, I’ll just have to cry and plead for forgiveness. Fantasia is the one—she’s it!" Taraji fumed. "Where the hell is she? I’m here lost in my thoughts while she's off God knows where with God knows whom!"