Untapped Pleasures

Chapter 2- MAXIMUS TATUM

After leaving work, I headed out into the brisk wind. It was the end of summer and Michigan was still providing us with its unpredictable forecast, which meant I arrived at work in a suit and tie and left in the evenings with my Topman's jacket.

I climbed into my smoke gray Land Rover and started the ignition. Jay-Z's voice boomed through the custom speakers, rapping about the school of hard knocks. I could still smell the genuine leather as I pulled into traffic, headed to pick up my mother's dinner and instantly my cell chimed with a text from Sabrina, my latest conquest, but I had no desire to entertain another shell at the moment.

I wasn't a man that could be easily charmed with swaying hips and soft lips. My second occupation kept me busy most evenings, but when I had time I preferred women of substance in my presence. I saw past the makeup, weave, and waist trainers. I was more interested in your soul. My mother raised my sister and me to be particular with our time and attention and this too applied to the opposite sex.

In my profession, I spent long hours at the office, so maintaining romantic relationships had been last on my list. Being born to a single mother had me skeptical of committing unless I was absolutely sure. I'd watched men attempt to court my mother as a young boy and not once did she waste her time, disrespect herself, or her children. She has taught us to be strong, innovative, and highly selective with mixing our auras with others.

Growing up on the Eastside of Detroit with a mother like mine provided me with a hustler's mentality, supported by the enlightenment my mother provided. It was so embedded in me that it crossed over into my professional life.

I overanalyzed everything. I wasn't the Uncle Tom corporate brotha' that wanted to please his employer. I was self-made, and because of it I'd worked my way to the top and I was now leading an entire free press under the C.E.O.

As a result, I took my relationships seriously and the most I was ever willing to give a random chick was my dick protected by latex. But, my selectiveness even made this slim to none.

However I loved women. Every single thing about the woman's embodiment intrigued me.

Sabrina was one of the women I dated. We'd met at a stoplight one evening after work. She pursued me which was the first of her many wrongs. In my opinion, no woman worth me having would pursue a man.

Rolling down her window, she stared intently until I gave her my attention. I smiled at her, waiting to see where she would take it.

"Nice night for a drink?"

"I'm not a big drinker,"

I replied coldly. She laughed out loud.

"I don't bite, unless you want me to. I'm Sabrina, and I would love to take you out."

I was used to women propositioning me, but I was a man that enjoyed the chase. She wasn't for me, but I would give her a little bit of time because I had it. I was a Chief Operations Officer of the Free Press in the day, and I ran a "clean-up crew" during the night. Our jobs were more...hands on.

" Sure Sabrina. I'll follow you,"

I answered her and rolled up my window.

I had already checked her off my list as irrelevant. It had been a few weeks since then and she still insisted sucking my dick on the regular.

I pushed the side button, sending her to voicemail as she called, only seconds before she dialed me again. This time I answered.

"Yes Sabrina,"

I calmly spoke through the phone.

"Hi Maximus. How are you?"

"I'm fine, just leaving work."

"You want some company?"

I clenched my jaw before answering.

"I haven't made it home Sabrina."

"Well, I'm just leaving the downtown office so I'm a ways from you, and I was going to pick up dinner."

I hung up in her face before she said something to piss me off. She was just too fucking thirsty for me, but luckily for her, her head was bomb and she was fine as hell.

The complexion of her skin and natural curviness was the kind of eye candy I enjoyed, and she was a woman that could handle her own. She was a district attorney, never married, one child, and a tongue that could pull the nut straight from my sack in minutes.

And for those reasons alone, I would keep her around until I was no longer interested. I turned the music higher in my system and headed to my Farmington Hills home to relax with my lady friend and chill. If I didn't go there I would end up in Indian Village alone in Detroit.