Silk: The Complete Trilogy

Relapse

My four-inch Gucci heels click against the tile floor of the lobby as I gracefully make my way to the elevator. I glance at my watch as I wait for the elevator doors to open. I'm twenty minutes early. Silently, I pat myself on the back. I've been able to arrive to work early for the past two months. I really want my boss to promote me, so I ensure that I am on time every day, appear to be in an ecstatic mood even when I feel like shit, and even ask for extra assignments whenever time permits.

I'm an A&R for one of the most successful record labels in not only the country, but the world. We pull in major bread each year and our list of signed artist continues to multiply. Yeah, we're bankin' in big bucks, but the money-hungry hustla in me craves even more. That's why it's so important that I earn this promotion.

The only thing that stands in my way is Jamie Hudson, a co-worker of mine, that has his greedy eyes set on the job also. I bet the only reason he's even attemptin' to get the position is to get back at me for turning him down so many times. Jamie wants to taste this pussy but there is no way on earth I'd let him, even if I wasn't a lesbian. He is that damn annoying.

Okay, so it isn't just Jamie that I find to be annoying. I believe all men are so fuckin' annoying. They all agitate the shit out of me. I despise the look that appears on their faces when their eyes roam over my full, perky tits as if they had just hit the jack pot. I hate when their dicks jump to life after only witnessing a glance of my fat, but nicely toned ass. Ain't tryna brag but I could crack damn walnuts with my huge ass. My shit has all the niggas, hell women too, constantly eyeing me.

So when the men get all googly-eyed and shit, I twist my hips harder and swing my jet black shoulder-length hair, as if I belong on America's Next Top Model. They can dream all they want. They aren't ever gonna get close to me. This pussy is off limits to all men. Niggas can't even turn me on anymore. My pussy becomes dry as dirt every time I attempt to get my rocks off with some brother that claims he could eat and beat my pussy like I stole somethin'. Please! What the fuck ever!

If you had asked me what I thought of men a year ago, my answer would have been completely different. In fact, I loved dick a year ago. Instantly, I would find myself turned on by the look and texture of it. My mouth would water and almost drool like a dog in heat when I had a big, juicy dick before my eyes. And let me inform you, I never received a single complaint when it came down to my oral skills. A sista was a pro at puttin' her jaws to work. I didn't even need a man to compliment me on how experienced I was at suckin' them up 'til they exploded one of the most intense orgasms of their lives down my throat. I knew my throat muscles drove them crazy every time their heads fell back into the pillow, and whenever their bodies twitched and toes curled while they moaned like a virgin gettin' fucked for the very first time.

Yeah, I was bad. I was an expert at worshippin' the dick like a delicious chocolate desert. I did all that 'til the love of my life broke my heart. After that traumatizing night, I found myself completely turned off by every single individual that had a dick on this earth.

You see, Aaron was my everything. That nigga had my heart, my soul, and my body anytime his trifflin' heart desired. He had seemed so different from all the men I dealt with in my past. He promised me the world and even got down on one knee; something I had dreamed about ever since I was a little girl.

Ever since I lost my virginity to the school's most popular basketball player in high school, my heart had been stomped on time after time; it never failed. Men seemed so sincere after the first few dates. They would wine and dine me, whisper sweet words into my ear and then when a sista let 'em hit the pussy, they decided to flip the script and act brand new. Either they got sprung off the pussy to the point where they'd show up at my job or they'd act as though I never existed by ignoring my calls.