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  She also made the executive decision to create her own severance package. Victoria noticed that this particular account had a little over twelve million dollars in savings. Transferring ten million to her personal expense account she continued to pretend she was interested in resolving her problems with Richard.

  “So what is the point love? Exactly what is all this nonsense about? Dick you’re not a racist, what’s going on with you?” She asked as she confirmed the wire transfer with Richard’s secret, safety passcode- DickLuvs2SuckBigA$$Dicks!!

  It was a very large transfer and every safety precaution had to be taken, so it was no surprise to Victoria when their home phone immediately rang. It was the bank.

  “Hello, Dickerson’s resident. Victoria speaking.”

  “Hi, this is Mrs. Stewart from Chase Manhattan Bank, sorry to disturb you, but we have to verify a wire transaction. Is this Mrs. Victoria Dickerson?”

  “Yes, it’s me. How can I help you?” Placing her palm over the receiver of the phone Victoria mouthed, “It’s Citibank. I moved some money around. I hope you don’t mind. I think she wants you. What should I say?”

  “Vicky, I’m drunk. I can’t talk to her right now. Just tell her to give you whatever you want.” He waved her off. “I don’t care, tell her it’s fine.”

  “Mrs. Dickerson is your husband home?”

  “Yes, do you need to speak to him?”

  “Yes, I need him to verbally authorize the bank transfer into your account.”

  “Understandable. Let me see if I can get him on the phone.” Victoria put her on speaker phone. “Okay, he’s here, Mrs. Stewart.”

  “Hi, Mr. Dickerson, this is Mrs. Stewart from Citibank. I need to confirm a wire transfer you made to your wife’s account.”

  “Yes, I can confirm the transfer.” Richard responded in a sober voice.

  “Sir, are you aware of the amount of this transfer?”

  “What’s your name?” He asked, irritated as his buzz quickly faded leaving him with a pounding headache.

  “Mrs. Stewart... My name is Mrs. Stewart. As I was saying…”

  “Mrs. Stewart, are you aware that it’s five thirty in the morning. Naturally, I’m aware of the transferred amount. I made the transfer. Now is there anything else I can do for you before I hang up?” Richard quickly cut her off.

  “Sorry, to disturb you sir. My apologies. We’re just trying to protect your money. Please enter your safety lock code and I’ll make the transfer immediately.”

  “No problem. Sorry, to be rude but my wife and I were in the middle of something when you called.” He apologized.

  “No problem Mr. Dickerson, I understand. Please enter your safety lock code and we’ll be finished.”

  “Okay.” Richard responded as he entered his safety lock code- DickLuvs2SuckBigA$$Dicks!!

  “Okay well that will do it.” Mrs. Stewart responded. “The sum of ten….”

  The crafty Victoria quickly turned off the speaker phone before Richard could hear the amount. “Okay, thank you, Mrs. Stewart.”

  “You’re welcome, Mrs. Dickerson. Sorry about the disturbance Mr. Dickerson.”

  Victoria quickly switched back to speaker phone. “It’s no problem, right dear?”

  “No problem. Thanks Mrs. Stewart. Sorry about my rudeness, as I said you caught me at a bad time.” Richard replied.

  “Thanks for choosing Citibank. Have a good day.” Mrs. Stewart responded before hanging up.

  Victoria slyly sighed a slow sigh of relief. “Okay, so what’s got you all hyped up? This is so out of character for you.”

  Dick drew in a long deep breath and then sighed deeply. “You’re right Vicky, I’m sorry. What I said was insensitive, ignorant and plain wrong. I’m sorry I offended you. I’ll make a donation to a charity or something, next week.”

  “Okay, well I guess that’s a start, but I meant what I said, Dick. I will not hesitate to slap that word out of your mouth the next time I hear it. Are we clear?” Victoria assured him as she watched ten million dollars be wired from his bank to her bank. A devious smile transformed her pretty face as the message- “Transfer completed,” flashed on the screen.

  “Yeah, we’re clear. Vicky, that’s not me and you know it. It’s just that Mother thinks…”

  “Let me stop you right there, because you of all people know that I don’t give a flying flea fuck what Catherine Dickerson thinks.”

  “I know, I know, but I have to agree with her on this one.”

  “Okay, so what does Mother think?”

  Richard hesitated and considered his words. “There’s no easy way to say this.”

  “Yeah, there is! Just open your mouth and say it.” Victoria challenged.

  “Okay, here goes… Mother thinks it’s time we start a family. I’m her only son and she wants grandchildren.”

  Victoria stared at Richard like he was a unicorn that had sprouted a bright purple dick where his horn should be. “You and your mama both lost your damn minds if you think I’m going to ruin my body having a baby for you two snobs to ruin. Oh fuck that bullshit!”

  “Just hear me out Vicky…”

  “Are you kidding me? Dick, you can’t possibly be serious. This is not what we agreed on!”

  “I know, but… Look Vicky, I want a child. I thought eventually I could convince you to…”

  “To do what Dick? Huh? Convince me to allow you to fuck me! Oh hell no! Forget it because it’s not going to happen. You two bitches are as crazy as Fruit Loops with buttermilk if you think I’m going to let you knock me up!”

  “I’ll pay you! I’ll pay you ten million dollars if you’ll have my child. Please, Vicky?”

  “Hell, no! You couldn’t give me fifty million to get pregnant by you.”

  “Vicky please… Will you please at least consider it?” Richard begged. “Just sleep on it! You won’t even have to sleep with me, if you don’t want to. We’ll get a fertility specialist. Okay? Just think about it for a few days. Please?”

  “Okay, but I’m not promising anything.” Victoria reluctantly agreed to end the discussion, although she knew in her heart that her superficial marriage to Richard Dickerson had reached its expiration date.

  Victoria packed her things and flew to Atlanta the following day.

  Chapter 3

  Suniya Simmons was exhausted when she pulled in front of her modest, contemporary Atlanta home. She had worked from sun up to sunset getting her upscale male clothing boutique ready for its grand opening. She had always dreamed of opening a store that catered to the professionally dressed man with a discerning taste for cutting edge fashion. A fashion designer by nature and a former buyer for Saks, Suniya had the talent, connections and expertise to pull it off. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the money. Against her better judgment she turned to her mother for a no interest, generous loan to make her dream a reality.

  Suniya and her mother had a long history of resentment and disappointment between them. Barely sixteen years older than Suniya, her mother was a baby herself when her daughter was born. Understandably, she wasn’t the model mother and depended on her mom, Suniya’s grandmother, to step in as mom.

  Unfortunately, this created an unexpected riff in their mother daughter dynamics. Suniya grew up with the preconceived notion that her mother was her sister. It wasn’t until her grandmother passed that her mother told her the truth at twenty years of age. Needless to say Suniya was hurt and betrayed and absolutely refused to accept it. She immediately cut off ties with her mom and took up permanent residence in Atlanta where she attended college.

  Five years had passed since that time. Many things had changed since then. Suniya had a larger than life dream and her mom had a silk multi-million dollar purse. There was just one stipulation, Suniya had to extend an olive branch of friendship to repair their torn relationship. Fortunately, mother and daughter were finally in a position where mending fences and building bridges were possible.

  As Suniya gathered her things to
go in the house her phone rang. It was here mother. She answered, “Hello!”

  “Hey Boots, what are you doing?”

  “Hey Sissy, I’m just pulling in. What are you up to?”

  “Moving.”

  “Again?” Suniya laughed. “Sissy, what did you do?”

  “Me?” She burst into laughter. “I didn’t do anything. When it’s over it’s over.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah! I’m better than okay. Don’t worry about me I’m happy. When you leave a marriage with peace of mind you have it all. However… When you leave with a healthy alimony settlement… Well, you know what I mean.”

  Suniya giggled. “No, actually I don’t. I’ve never been married and when I get married I want to be married forever. So, no… I have no concept of what you’re talking about. Happy you came out ahead in the divorce, but I just want a good faithful husband that can withstand the test of time.”

  “God, I pray you find one. So, what is my future son in-law up to? Dare, I even ask?”

  “Hopefully getting a job. I told him that he could at least pretend he wants to work.”

  “Boots, you’re too beautiful of a woman to be settling for bullshit. Don’t settle for the first man that can make your toes curl. Life’s about a hell of a lot more than dick. There are two type of people on the planet, male and females. The males all have dicks. Now, your task is to find one with a dick that can put a crack in your back and a dent in the damn mortgage.”

  “Sissy!”

  “What? I’m just being honest! Gone are the days of fucking for free! Rich men fuck as hard as broke ones… Trust me, I know! I’m a witness! So, kick his freeloading, bad credit, no job, ten baby mama having ass out and find a real man. One who is willing to take on the responsibility of providing for his woman and one day his family.”

  “I hear you but…”

  “No! No buts Boots! Enough is enough… Can you really see yourself married to this man? Has he even entertained the concept of marrying you?”

  “Sissy, I understand you’re concerned about my well-being, but I have this. Okay?”

  There was an uncomfortable silence. “You’re right and I’m wrong. You’re a woman now. You’re twenty five years old, which means you’re old enough to fight your own battles and make your own mistakes. If you’re happy then I’m happy.”

  Suniya sighed before responding. She knew she had hurt her mom’s feelings, but it wasn’t intentional. They had come a very long way in repairing their relationship, but she still wasn’t at the point where she honestly could take her mother’s motherly advice. The wounds of their past was still too fresh and frankly it was too late in the game for her mother to grow up and start giving motherly advice.

  “Thanks for understanding Sissy. I’m not trying to be disrespectful… It’s just that…” Suniya tried to apologize.

  “Nonsense. It wasn’t disrespectful. You’re right. This is your relationship so, it’s your decision. I’ll support you whatever you do… You know that right?”

  “Yeah… I do. Thanks! Look, I’m exhausted, so I’m going to get in here and cook some dinner, take a shower and go to bed. I love you Sissy. Thanks for everything. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

  “No problem. I’m happy I had the resources to bring your dream to fruition. Love you too, Boots.”

  Suniya smiled. Her mom was the only one left on the planet that called her Boots. It was a nickname she earned when she was five years old. Her mom brought her a pair of hot pink rain boots and Suniya refused to wear any other shoes from the moment she put them on. Rain, sleet, snow or hail, Suniya had those God awful shiny pink boots on. She even wore them to church. Her grandmother was at her wit’s end, but she couldn’t convince her to abandon her boots.

  “When will I see you again?”

  “A lot sooner than you think. Call me if you need anything. Love you.”

  “Love you too!”

  Suniya hung up the phone and burst into tears. She loved her mom so very much it hurt, She just didn’t know how to make their relationship as mother and daughter work without interference from the demons of their past. Little did she know that her mother was across town weeping for the exact same reason.

  Chapter 4

  Tyreese was like a bored teenage boy aimlessly playing with his dick because he had nothing else to do when he heard Sade’s Lexus pull up next door. Running to the window he watched as she pulled a bunch of shopping bags from her car and headed for her front door. Bolting to the door he quickly opened it and called to her.

  “Hey Miss Sade! I see you’ve been shopping.”

  Struggling with the armload of bags she eyed him. “Hey Tyreese! What are you up to?”

  “Not much… I’m trying to fuck something! What’s up with you?”

  A devious grin slowly spread across Sade’s pretty face. She stared at the handsome, half dressed man that called to her from the porch next door. Her hormones quickly kicked into gear and her mind considered the possibility of some afternoon delight.

  “Come on girl… Stop fronting like you don’t want some of this hard dick.” Tyreese said as he tugged on his erect dick through his black sweat pants.

  “You know, you could at least offer me some help with my bags.”

  “Fuck that! You’re crazy if you think I’m going in that man’s house uninvited.”

  “What? I just invited you!”

  “A man’s house is his castle and I’m not going to disrespect Mason in his. So, come over here when you finish. I’ve been thinking about that fat ass of yours all day.”

  “You know what? You’re as lazy as hell Tyreese! Many times as you’ve been up and through here with your funky ass! Whatever!” Sade vented before stomping into the house and slamming the door.

  Tyreese grinned as he headed back into his house. He didn’t bother to lock the door, because he knew his next door neighbor, Sade would be right over begging for a cup of dick cream. Sliding his unwashed ass onto the expensive contemporary chaise in the parlor he waited for her with his hard, monstrously thick dick in his hands.

  His right hand was methodic as it stroked the length of his veiny manhood in an effort to get it ready for Sade’s warm, accommodating mouth. His eyes rolled closed as he continued to slowly stroke himself from root to tip and back again. Licking his hand he added saliva to the mix to decrease drag and the burn of the friction on the loose skin as his hand slipped back and forward. His eyes tumbled around in his head as the sensation of his persistent hand quickly took him to a happy place.

  Moments later Sade arrived. She had been there many times before and she knew the front door would be unlocked in preparation for her arrival. She didn’t bother to ring the bell, she just came in and made herself at home. Falling at Tyreese feet she watched as he masturbated in the formal living room without a care in the world.

  Her mouth watered as she watched his abnormally fat dick throb beneath the pressure of his strong hand. Sade’s pussy instantly began to pump cream in anticipation of that anaconda slipping and sliding its chubby head in her swollen pussy. Aroused, she found herself rubbing her engorged clit as Tyreese continued to pleasure himself.

  “Are you going to sit there all day watching me or are you going to take care of your dick?” Tyreese groaned.

  Sade didn’t answer. Her hand reappeared from between her thick thighs and replaced Tyreese’s on his dick. It jerked as her soft hands stroked its stalk and swirled around its head. Noticing a bead of pre-cum at the tip, Sade gave the mushroom tip a hard lick and then an intense suck.

  Tyreese’s ass lifted from the silk, ivory colored chaise as she sucked it further into her throat. “Fuck yeah!” He groaned loudly as his hips gyrated against Sade’s mouth. “Handle that damn dick, Sade! Handle it!”

  Sade took it as a personal challenge and sucked Tyreese’s diamond hard dick down her throat until she gaged. Gagging, choking and coughing she withdrew it and started all over again. Tyreese rewarded
her efforts by grabbing a fist full of her weave to hold her head in place while he face fucked her. Gasping, spitting and slobbering she continued to swallow him whole.

  Popping his dick from her mouth with a wet pop she searched Tyreese face. They made eye contact and she descended on his dick again while he watched. She knew how he loved to watch his dick disappear in her mouth one inch at a time. And she loved how it made his eyes roll back in his head like brown, shiny marbles.

  “Fuck! You taste so good!” She breathed around his dick.

  “Don’t get too comfortable down there. Me and you are about to go upstairs to my room and when we get there I’m going to split your ass open with this Kielbasa.”

  Sade grinned as her tongue curled around the purple bulbous head of Tyreese’s dick. “I’m ready when you are.”

  Chapter 5

  Suniya entered her family room hoping to be greeted by her live in boyfriend of two years with a welcome home hug and an affectionate kiss. Instead she was greeted by a mess. Half eaten Chinese food, beer bottles and empty containers cluttered her coffee table. The TV blared loudly and the air smelled of day old man must, ass crack and farts.

  “This MF is about to work my last damn good nerve! Look at this damn mess!” She grumbled beneath her breath as she immediately began to clean up after a grown ass thirty year old trifling man. “Seriously, would it kill him to throw his garbage in the trash? This is ridiculous!”

  It didn’t take long to realize that she was talking to air. Where the hell is he?” Suniya questioned as she scanned the empty room. “Tyreese!” She called, but there was no answer.

  It was a little past seven so she knew he wasn’t in bed. Hell, half the time his lazy ass slept on the couch unless he wanted some ass. As she walked towards the powder room she heard a noise coming from the master bedroom. At first she thought she was hallucinating. So she stopped in her tracks and listened carefully. Then she heard it again.

  Tip toeing quietly to the base of the stairs she strained her ear to hear. Her eyes widened as the sound grew louder and more intense. It was a distinct sound which she’d heard before.