B E N J I 💋
Keith Sweat's song, Twisted, played in the background as I was washing a load of my gym clothes/ work clothes. Whenever I seemed stressed or agitated about something I always seem to clean myself to death. It's like an addiction, but an good one. My mother always assumed I had OCD. Since I cleaned things more than three to four times a week and more than three hours of cleaning until I was satisfied.
You've got me twisted over you ...
I wish I could tell Afeni how I felt about her picking Kendrick over me and how that affected me. I mean I bring her lunch almost everyday and I rub her swollen, stinky feet even when I'm tired as hell from being at work all day, working with clients. But it doesn't matter to her. Apparently I have no fashion sense I which I do. Afeni meet me at a coffee shop and she admired my wardrobe and asked where I shopped at! But for her to assume I can't dress really blew mine. I'm the finest nigga she knows and so can dress it's a plus baby.
Putting the clothes in the dryer I decided to go wash my car since I refused to pay a car wash to something I can do. Walking outside the sun instantly hit me in the eyes and I decided to put on my $900 Cartier Panthère Shades, probably the most expensive I have ever spent on shades.
Wearing these until the frames fall off ...
Turning on the music in my 2018 Mercedes Benz. This was the first car I brought when I got up enough money saved up. Plus this car held some great memories. How Deep Is Your Love came on next and I instantly acted like I was in the video.
I feel like a fan girl whenever I hear this man come on, he was my moms favorite singing artist when she was alive. She said his voice was always seemed to calm me down when I was throwing fits in and outside her womb. I smiled at the though of my mom dancing in the kitchen to Twisted when she was in her feelings about my father.
"Excuse me, Excuse me!" A voiced called after me. I turned the music and see who was calling me.
"Yes? Can I help you?" I said while crossing my arms. Stood before me was a woman, who seemed rather fit. I'm talking about I saw her abs below the seam of her crop top and she wore booty shorts which gave me a glimpse of her extremely toned legs. She was the color of butterscotch and all her hair was cut off in a low fade type of style.
"Well, I was just visiting my mom across the street, Mrs. Rose and she told me that you owned a gym downtown. I actually just moved down her from Nashville, Tennessee... My name is Malia by the way,"
"Okay and..." It seemed to me like this introduction was completely unnecessary.
She shifted her weight before continuing," I was wondering if you were hiring. I'm pretty experienced with working out. I'd be a great addition to your establishment." She ended smiling.
"Well since we've been opened for about a couple a months now. My employees are pretty solid and I'm afraid I am not bring at the moment," She shook her head understanding.
"Thanks for your time. See you around." I smiled awkwardly and finished rinsing off my car.
It was about 12 o'clock and I knew it about time to bring Afeni her lunch. Since I was in the mood for cooking today I stopped at a local burger joint and got something from there. Stepping into the building everyone greeted me and I simply waved and kept walking toward the elevators.
All the way up there I thought about what I was going to say to her when I age her her food. Maybe she would apologize or not. Hearing the ding I knew the ride was over and waved at Jewel, Afeni's receptionist. Walking in I saw that she was on the phone and the conversations seemed pretty intense. She was talking with her hands and rolling her hands. Yep, she was pissed. So I sat in a chair and ate some of her fries. She noticed I was there and smiled at me ending the call.
"Hey baby," She tried kissing my lips but I moved my face to the side in time for her to catch my cheek,"Okay, what was all that about? I haven't kissed you in two days at least not in the lips," She whines sitting in my lap.
"You know why. But I was just dropping off your food. I'm about to head out." I nudged her to get off but all she did was sat her food on the table then she sat back down.
"No! You aren't leaving mad at me Benji." She got up and locked her office door. I scrunched my eyebrows and sat up more.
"What you doing Afeni?"
She walked behind her desk and tied her hair up, taking off her coat. Walking towards me.
"Getting you to forgive me." Afeni kissed my neck and I'm pretty sure there were hickies. She continued to suck and lick on one of my spots until Big Benji was solid like a brick. "Just tell me when you forgive me, Daddy.."
I saw her reach into my boxers and grab my tool, stroking it slowly, since I was a monsta she needed both hands. Squeezing it while she twirled her tongue around the tip drove me insane. I was ready to say that I forgave her right then and there but nah she gonna have to work for this. I threw my head back she began slurping and moaning on my dick, massaging my balls too. I swear her throat was lethal as fuck.
"I'm so sorry Benji." I looked down at her looking me into my eyes, I just bite my lips and she continued to bless my mic. I moaned a couple of times and she went harder making it straight nasty, get her every time. All you gotta do is make some noise and all of a sudden yo girl turn into a pornstar.
"Fuuuuuuck Afeni." I began to fuck her throat and she let my do it too, hard and long strokes filled her throat. With a couple more strokes I came down her throat, holding her head still.. She sucked the tip one last time and smirked getting up off her knees.
She went her office bathroom and cleaned up while she was in there I snuck out and was back on the way to my car. Then I shot her a quick text.
Queen 👑: I forgive you.
With that I drove off and light my blunt listening to Silk.
