The Business Woman

A Tale of 2 Citiez

After leaving school, I decided to take the day off to visit my Auntie. She was only in her thirties, but she had so much wisdom. When my parents weren't around, she encouraged me to be the best I could be. She applauded my independence and my decision to move away from my parents, even though she didn't know my lifestyle. I could never let her know I was into selling my body. As my grandma, grew older, she sold her house and moved to Florida with my aunt. Like any grandchild, I love my grandma, she's always kind, but honest and never biased in her advice. 

The drive wasn't very far from Hialeah Gardens. I enjoyed the peace and comfort of my cotton panties.  Being glamorous and flashy all the time got tiring, so I enjoyed my days off. 

Finally arriving at my Auntie Gina's, I parked my car next to a familiar silver Rolls Royce. My auntie always parked in the garage, and there was no way she traded in her beloved Mercedes Benz.  My aunt was always inviting her church friends over, so I chose not to sweat it. 

I knocked on the door and waited to be invited in.

"Hey, baby!" My aunt yelled while opening the screen door to let me in.

No doubt about it, I was her favorite niece. Her only niece in fact. My parents were too far gone to have any other kids. My auntie's only sibling, besides my mom, was their older brother Mark. Mark and his wife had 3 sons.

"Hey auntie, how are you?" I smiled while giving her a giant hug. "How's Big Ma?"

"We're both doing good, we were just finishing up dinner, I'm so glad you came."

When I stepped through the door I was hit with the delicious smell of fried chicken. I stepped into the living room while my aunt went back into the kitchen. My grandma sat in her favorite wooden rocking chair watching, her favorite soap opera, General Hospital.

"Hey, Big Ma." I smiled. I was always full of smiles when I came to my aunt's house. This house held so many of my childhood memories. 

"I saw the Rolls Royce outside, who's car is that?"

"Oh, that's Jack, he's a friend of your Uncle." My aunt called from the kitchen.

"Jack? Is he from the church?" I wondered. 

"No baby, he's one of Richard's friends. They've been friend's for some time now. "

I was sitting and catching up with my Grandma when my Uncle Richard came through the door chuckling. 

When I saw that familiar face, my mood was ruined and I wanted to vomit.  Jack damn Porter. What a fucking coincidence, not only did he know me, but he knew my family. That would explain, who the Rolls Royce belonged to, it was there that night at the bachelor's party.

He was too busy cackling with my uncle to see me sitting down in the living room looking stunned.

"Actually auntie, I've gotta get going, my professor gave us a really big essay assignment."

"Aww no, stay Maliyah." her voice saddened. "Dinner's ready and you haven't told us anything about college or your business you've been running."

"I'm sorry Auntie, I really can't stay."

"Nonsense Maliyah, you just got here and you haven't even met my hilariously good friend, Jack Porter." My uncle added.

We've met. We meet every damn week. 

"Just one hour won't hurt, I promise." My aunt encouraged.

"Alright." I sighed in agreement.

"Jack this is our niece, Maliyah." Richard introduced. "She's an English major."

I pretended not to know Jack and plastered a fake smile on my face.

"Nice to meet you." I managed to say. This was going to be a long night. 

We all washed up and sat at the dinner table, while my Aunt Gina placed the buffet of food on the table.

I sat across from Jack and examined him. He had a freshly shaven beard, behind his glasses hid olive-green eyes, that you could get lost in if you stared too long, his perfect smile hidden behind a very unbreakable poker face. I never noticed how perfect he looked, he could easily be mistaken for a model.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat. "So Maliyah, do you do anything else besides going to school?" He asked before passing the mashed potatoes.

"Well, I enjoy spending time with my dog."

"That's nice. I know a lot of college students have part-time jobs. Do you work by chance?" He asked before taking a sip of the sweet tea my aunt had prepared.

He was playing with me. He knew my line of work, but my family had no idea. My grandma and auntie were very religious and would lose their shit if they found out I was having sex in exchange for money.

"Oh yes, she's an entrepreneur." My aunt added in with pride.

"That's amazing? What do you sell?"

Ass. 

I ignored his question and forked through the collard greens on my plate. 

"Well, Maliyah how is business? You never really told us what it is that you do or what you sell." Richard nudged.

Look what this asshole done started.

"Business is great. I do a variety of jobs, Uncle Rich. Customer satisfaction if you will." I elaborated. 

Handjobs, blow jobs, foot jobs, you name it.

"Would you say you satisfy all of your client's needs and have them coming back for your services?" Jack asked.

I cleared my throat and changed the subject.

I finished eating as quickly as I could.

"Well Auntie this was a well needed yummy dinner, but I've really gotta get home to Teddy."

"Ohh, Maliyah, we haven't had dessert yet. I made your favorite, peach cobbler."

If I stayed for dessert my head was going to explode and Jack would be the one to set the explosion.

"That's okay, you know it's getting late, and I'm going to come back soon."

It was so hard to turn peach cobbler down. I just knew she had the vanilla ice cream waiting in the freezer, but I really couldn't stay.

"Alright suga, you can always call us, maybe next time you can cook for us."

I hugged her and my grandma giving them both a big squeeze before I let them go.

"I'll walk you out." Jack insisted.

Fuck no is what I wanted to say. Unfortunately, I couldn't be rude and risk getting slapped in the mouth by my grandma, so we headed outside.

Without hesitating I unlocked my car door just before reaching the bottom of the steps.

"So you don't even want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what? How you were being an asshole in there or how miraculously you know my uncle?" I snapped at him.

"I may be attracted to you, but I'd never stalk you if that's what you're implying. Richard is a good friend of mine, we used to work together, but that has nothing to do with you."

"I'm not implying anything. What can I do to make you leave me alone?"

"For starters, how about not being so got damn rude." He barked.

"So you get the pussy one time and all of a sudden you're in love? Don't you have a wife to go home to, maybe some real kids that actually need their daddy, because I have a dog to go home to."

"I'm 26, and no I'm not married and I don't have any kids." he corrected. "I just want to get to know you. Not the school version of you."

"Isn't it against the rules to go out with your students."

"Not for me. I can pull strings." He ensured. 

I'm well aware. 

"One date, that's it." I gave in.