Page 32 of Smoke

Kaylynn shook her head as she walked out. “You better check that bag. She might have a gun in there.”

“Shut up,” we both said to her.

I took Peach’s arm and led her to my office. The moment the door closed, I pushed her up against it.

“What’s the problem, Peach?” I asked.

“You ghosted me, and then you passed me off to your cousin. What’s up with that?”

“I told you some shit came up.”

“You owe me some dick.”

I chuckled. “You this mad over some dick, Peach?”

“It’s good dick. If you wanna end this little arrangement afterward, that’s fine, but don’t leave me hanging.”

“You wild, man. Honestly, your sessions need to end too. You know what you’re doing.”

She kissed her teeth. “What if I wanted to come see your fine ass?” She slid her hand down the front of my pants. “I’m really gonna miss this dick, baby. Mmm… the feeling of you beating my shit from the back.” She gave it a stroke. “The feeling of you busting all that nut down my throat. Shit! How about you give me something for the road? You don’t even have to fuck me. I can do that myself.”

She released the strap on her purse and held it open for me to look inside. I laughed at the big ass dildo resting at the bottom of the bag.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

“Pull that pretty muthafucka out and let me have it.”

She retrieved the dildo and dropped to her knees in front of me. I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t gonna miss this mouth because Peach gobbled dick like nobody’s business. Every time she told me to coat her throat, my shit erupted. Baby never let a drop go to waste.

Just as I went to pull my pants down, there was another knock at my door.

“You got a delivery,” Kaylynn said, cracking the door and sliding a bag in. “I’m not trying to see you exposed.”

I snatched the door open, and she covered her eyes.

“Put it away!” she said, squealing.

“My clothes are on, with yo’ extra ass.”

She peeked through her fingers. When she saw I was fully dressed, she looked around the door frame at Peach on her knees.

She shook her head. “Y’all hos be weak in the knees about this nigga. Stand up!”

I picked up the bag and mushed her as I closed the door.

“Smoke,” Peach whined.

“Hold on a second,” I said, popping open the tamper proof seal.

When I looked in the bag, a grin spread across my face. Romi was funny. She sent me the exact combination of shit that had her throwing up the other night. She was tripping if she thought I was gonna eat this shit together. Separately, maybe.

“Peach, I’ma take a raincheck,” I said, pulling out my phone.

“What?”

“I gotta make a call, baby.”

She was fuming as she climbed to her feet. “Don’t worry about it!” she yelled, throwing the dildo at me, hitting me in the chest. She stormed out of my office, leaving the door wide open. Once again, Kaylynn popped her head in.

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