April 21st
10:30 a.m.




Welcome To Exotics For Women...

I started this business two years ago and to be honest, it's doing good.

I have women flooding my office and men stopping me wherever I go trying to get my products. Pops was the one that put me on to it. He was always tell me "what's better than getting pussy and getting paid at the same time."

I wouldn't have even thought to start my own business especially not a lingerie company. Once Pops set me up with the right tools, I took of soaring.
Shit, he even tried to get my brothers into it but this ain't meant for everybody.

Of course with money and success, comes Haters. Not all the men in the city are happy with me. And I can understand why. But one thing I always had was respect. Pops made sure of that. He would always tell me to walk away but me being me, I would rather fight than talk. I had to throw some hands a few times with a few jealous husbands just because their wife or girlfriend couldn't keep their eyes off me. And if I'm even more honest, I took the bait.

I welcomed a few of those women into my bed. I felt bad afterwards, yea, but it was well worth it. Satisfied women bring more business and I'm always here for the MONEY.


"Mr. Jackson, you have a client here to pick up her order. Do you want to bring it to her, or should I get it for her."

I closed my laptop and grabbed the package from the corner of my desk.

"I'll give it to her, she waited a long time to get hers. But thank you Alanna I appreciate you. "

"Anything for you Mr. Jackson."

I was excited to give this box to my client. She was a special client and a loyal one too. We've been talking on and off in between her marriage but last I heard they were divorcing.

"Mrs. Vanessa Brooke's, " Or 'Buffy' as I like to call her. And that she was—just thick in all the right places. I licked my lips when I saw her standing in the lobby with her skin tight blue sundress matching perfectly with her dark skin. That dress hugged her body and I could see every print around her curves. Curves I can't wait to get my hands on again.

"Mr. Jackson " She smiled letting me know she was happy to see me too.
"Is that for me? "

"You know it is. "

I pulled her to the back of the lobby and got her into the bathroom where I began to show her just how much I've missed her.

"Saint baby you wanna do this now? "

"Hell yea I need that pussy right now. "
I devoured her mouth with my tongue as I climbed up her dress and pulled her panties down on either side.

By now she was panting hard and getting wet. I turnes her around to the sink and flipped her dress above her ass while I shimmied out of my pants.

"Look in that mirror and show me how good I make you feel, you hear me? "

"Yess daddy. "

The way she said Daddy turned me on.
She was so wet that I slid in from behind like a piece to a puzzle.

"Shit baby! " She yelled

"Shut that shit up, " I slapped her thick brown chocolate ass hard.  "You better take this shit and we better not get caught. "

That just made her even wetter and I loved the view of her ass pressed up against me.

Buffy was a very smart woman and fine as hell! She graduated at the top of her class at Spelman college with her masters in Engineering. I mean the girl was intelligent as hell. And even with all those smarts and degrees, she bent over the sink letting me take her soul while her girly ass husband waits for her at home.

"I missed this shit so much baby. "
I watched her in the mirror as I thrust into her slowly. I knew exactly how to treat her.

"I missed you too daddy" She moaned

The view of her in that mirror had me rock solid up in her pussy. I grabbed a handful of her hair and took it upon myself to fuck her senseless in this bathroom.

When my thrusts became harder and deeper she couldn't contain her moans.

"Yes baby! Oh yes!  Fuck me baby!"

I didn't care who heard at this point. All I knew is what was in front of me and how good Buffy felt right now.

As I kept up my stroke Buffy's face got real freaky. She had her eyes closed and her tongue sticking out with her leg propped up on the sink. She was giving me full access to her guts. I got to fucking Buffy so good that she went mute.

And that was it for me! I couldn't hold back anymore. I rammed myself in her as hard as I could to the point where we were leaning and unleashed my load all over her ass.

"Got damn Saint, you tryna kill a bitch huh? "

She stood there with her hand on the sink for balance. Her legs were shaking even standing up. That was exactly what I wanted to see.

"I told you what I about to do don't act surprised. "

It wasn't long before somebody came knocking at the bathroom door.

"Mr. Jackson,  is everything ok? " Said Alanna in a weird voice.

"Everything's fine Alanna thank you. "

"If you say so. Sounds like somebody was being killed in there. "

Me and Buffy both burst out laughing at Alanna. She was probably the best assistant a nigga could ask for.

"You sign those divorce papers yet? "

"Not yet but I'm going to."

"Well what the hell are you waiting for? I can't take another man's wife out of the country. I need you all to myself."

I pulled her in and grabbed her ass.

"Everything doesn't work when u want it to work Saint. Divorce settlements can take a while. And you dont want me to leave empty handed do you?"

I sucked my teeth and pulled my pants up. She was right and I hated it when her smart ass was right.

"Thanks for my gift."  She pressed up against me and licked my ear. "Come get me tonight and we can go for round 2." She whispered in my ear and then walked out of the bathroom

I took a second to get myself together before I walked out. I was most definitely feeling better and couldn't wait to see Buffy later, if I had the time.
When I stepped out Alanna was standing there like she had something important to tell me.

"Everything ok Lanna?"

"Uhh yea, just wondering what you're doing coming out of the women's bathroom."

"Uh-well, I um-"

"Dont tell me you're still fucking Vanessa. Come on Saint you know shes married."

"I have no idea what you're talking about Lanna." I straightened the collar on my shirt.

"Please, everyone could hear her screaming daddy. That's not what customers want to hear when they step into our office."

"My office." I reminded her. "And if I weren't mistaken I would say you're jealous."

"Jealous? Ha! Please, Saint I'm your assistant not some escort looking for a come up."

"Oh yea," I backed her into the corner.
"So why is your pussy wet?"
I could see her eyes widen when she realized I was right.
"You dont have to hide the truth from me Lanna I know what you're thinking." 
I leaned down and took a sniff of her neck.  I could hear her panting softly in anticipation. She wanted me to pull her into that bathroom and fuck her brains out like I just did with Buffy.
"Trust me you dont want to do that with me."  I eased away from her.
"Let me know if you need me, I'll be in my office."