After several twists and turns down a few more hallways, we finally got to her room. She closed the door behind us, then motioned for me to sit on the bed. I slid off my knapsack and looked around at the small room. Aside from the distinctive Asian-themed decorations, it looked like a regular bedroom with a queen-size bed, a dresser, and a vanity covered with makeup and perfumes. It didn’t necessarily look like a place where Kia entertained strange men for a living.
“You okay? What are you doing here anyway?” she asked.
“We were supposed to meet at the library this morning, but you didn’t show up or answer my DMs. I hope you’re not upset about my mom. She’s just being overprotective.”
“Aw, that’s cute.” She smiled sweetly. “No, I’m not upset. I was doing an outcall, and my client wanted more time.”
“I wish you would have let me know. I really was worried.” I shook my head and stared at the floor, feeling like a fool.
“I know. I’m sorry. But I can’t use my phone during a date. It’s a big no-no. They’re paying for my time.”
I hated that she called what she did a date.
“Besides, you should have never come here. This place isn’t for you.”
“Is that a crack at my age?” I asked.
“No.” She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, taking my hand. “It means you’re the only friend I have outside these walls, and this place has a way of corrupting people. I don’t want that for you.” She looked intensely into my eyes. “I want you to stay away because you’re my light at the end of the tunnel, Nevada. Every time I look at you, I see there is a way out of this life. If you become part of it, I’m trapped.”
“Wow, that was deep.” I didn’t know what else to say. I had no idea she felt that way about me.
“That’s was kind of deep, wasn’t it?” She laughed, and so did I.
There was a knock on the door. Kia placed her finger over her lips to tell me to stay quiet.
“Yes?” she called out.
“Hey, Ki.” It was Danielle. I recognized her loud voice right away. “One of your regulars is downstairs.”
“Okay, I’ll be right down,” Kia replied.
“You better hurry. It’s that nerdy guy Bob, the one you said is a big tipper.”
“Tell him I’ll be right there, Danielle. I gotta clean up my room.”
Danielle left, and Kia said to me, “I have to go down there, and you gotta get outta here.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek, and as usual, I blushed. “And I meant what I said about you staying away from here.”
“Yeah, I know, but I had to see you. I’m leaving tomorrow,” I said sadly, lifting my head so that our eyes met.
“Your mom is really sending you to boarding school?” Kia asked, and I was shocked to see her eyes fill up with tears.
“She thinks she is. But I’m not going to California tomorrow,” I said defiantly, and I meant every word. “I’m going to Texas.”
Kia looked confused. “What’s in Texas?”
“Your sister.”
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“Oh, shit. Yeeeeeeah. Oh, yeah.” I moaned as I watched the brim of my Stetson rise and fall in front of me. My eyes rolled back in my head and my legs tensed up as I gripped the side of the bed until my knuckles turned white. I was sweating so profusely that my hair must have looked like I’d just stepped out of the shower.
“You like that, Mr. KD?” Celeste asked, lifting my hat from her head so I could see those beautiful full lips expertly suck on my dick.
I couldn’t even answer the Haitian beauty for fear that if I did, it would bring the euphoria I was feeling to an end. The rhythmic motion of her mouth had me on the verge of exploding. I leaned back slightly and began thrusting my pelvis as I erupted with a prolonged growl, not caring that I sounded like a wounded animal.
“Fuck, that was good. I mean damn good, girl.” I panted, wiping the beads of sweat off my face. My heart was pounding so fast that I could barely catch my breath. Once again, she’d proven my preference for dark meat to be a sound and fulfilling choice.
I heard a knock on the bedroom door and glanced at her like she might be expecting someone—’cause I sure wasn’t. I knew one thing: somebody was looking for a foot up their ass.
“Who is it?” I shouted.
“It’s me,” I heard Patrick shout back.
“What do you want, boy?” I growled angrily. “I’m gettin’ my dick sucked!”
“I understand that, KD, and I apologize. Normally I’d never disturb you while you were getting your dick sucked, but we got company. Important company that just rolled up.” Patrick was a dope, but at least he knew not to announce any names in front of one of the girls.
“All right, I’ll be right there.” I sighed, tapping Celeste so I could sit up. “Hand me my britches, brown sugar.”
A few minutes later, I had sent Celeste out the back door to Building 6 and was stepping into my living room, pulling my suspenders over my shoulders. I was greeted by Congressman Wesley Bell sitting on my sofa.
“Afternoon, KD.” Wesley gave me that fake-ass politician smile that told me he was up to something. “That was a fine party you gave the other night. I especially enjoyed the tour. It brought a lot of things into perspective. I appreciate you bringing me on board.”
“Cut the bullshit. What the fuck do you want?”
Patrick handed me a much-needed beer, and I sat down on my recliner, taking a long swig.
“I have someone important I want you to meet. Someone that could change both of our lives significantly.”
I could tell from the seriousness in his tone that whoever this person was, the
