Chapter 3 Missy

"Whats up chica?" asked Missy as she walked by Amaya's desk. "I need the money bags and daily log from yesterday please."

"Of course." Amaya already had the logs and money bags ready.

"Thanks." Missy gazed into Amaya's eyes. "I like your eye makeup, you gotta show me how to make those cat eyes one day." Just then, the phone rang.

Amaya answered, so Missy took the hint and walked away. As soon as she got back to her office, she pulled a small vial out of her Coach wristlet. She opened it, and used her pinky nail to scoop out some of the white powder. She turned herself around in her chair, and held it to her nose. With one quick inhalation, the powder was gone. She shook her head as if she were dumbfounded, and felt the rush.

The vibration of her phone disturbed her high. She looked at her phone. One new text. The money for Noel is in the mail. Missy immediately texted back. In the mail? Y???? I would've picked it up today. The responding text read we already went over this I'm not interested in seeing you. Missy responded back Well you won't be seeing her unless you're seeing me. The next text said Stop being a fucken bitch Bitch! Missy responded Fuck you, asshole! and threw her phone against the wall.

"Fucken dickhead," she said in a low angry voice.

"Who me?" Dr Omari asked in astonishment.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were there, that wasn't directed to you at all. I swear," pleaded Missy.

"Don't worry about it. I know everyone has a personal life outside of here. Sounds like you could use a break from yours. Let's go to lunch, I will meet you outside by my car. In ten," said the Doctor.

Missy shook her head, and smiled. She waited for the Doctor to leave before she got up to retrieve her phone. She began to text Don't worry nigga what you don't do another man will, what you don't want another man will. Missy hit the send button with vengeance, and then she proceeded to block his texts and calls so he would not be able to upset her further. She tidied up her desk, and headed down the hall.

She stopped in the bathroom to adore herself in the mirror. She sensed that the Doctor had a crush on her, and she wanted to look as appealing as possible. If she could get him trapped, that would be a come up for her.. Maybe I won't have to work anymore, she thought. She pulled her pants up higher, until she could feel she had a camel toe. She actually loved having something to feel on in between her legs. She sprayed some honey morning dew body splash on her neck and arms, and rubbed it in. She pulled out some lip liner and lined her thin lips to make them appear to be bigger. She then filled it in with candy apple red lipstick.

If there was one thing she knew how to do it was get a man, but keeping a man was a whole different story. She thought she had a man in Khalil. He used to be her neighbor before he moved out of her building. What started as a one night stand continued with a series of booty calls. Until that one day when she was missed her period. She was actually thrilled. She thought that meant that her and Khalil would be together as a family.

Boy, was she wrong. As soon as she told her he demanded to have DNA testing done. Which she still had not done to this day. But once Khalil met his daughter, he fell in love with her. The fact that she was special needs only made him love her more. Noel was born with a group of health conditions as a result of her being born addicted to drugs.

Missy had always blamed Khalil for this, and Khalil did feel the guilt. After all, he was the one selling Missy the drugs. He got Missy hooked on the drugs. Missy hid the pregnancy for five months, until she began to show. So Khalil was her enabler until he found out that she was pregnant. Once he knew and she was saying he was the father, he stopped supplying her with the drugs. And any feelings he may have had for her totally dissipated, along with the respect he used to give her.

Missy took the elevator down to the Lobby. As she headed out the door, she looked to the right where the reserved parking was. She saw Dr. Omari approaching his Maserati, so she waited a minute for him to get in. Then she walked out and looked around the lot as if she had seen him. The Maserati pulled up behind her. She turned slightly to see the Doc smiling back at her.

"Hop in," he said. The car door lifted straight up, and Missy got in.

"I have never been in one of these, It's really nice. Sure, you already know that though," said Missy

The Doctor nodded his head,

"So where are we going?" asked Missy

"I was thinking of The Bento Box, you ever been?"

" I did years ago, I'm not sure if it has changed."

"Of course it has, it's under new ownership." As the Doctor finished his sentence, he was pulling into the lot.

"Let me warn you now then. It's very traditional. We will be sitting on our knees instead of chairs." Missy and the Doctor laughed in unison. Once inside the restaurant, they were greeted by the hostess. She escorted them to a private room, where they would be eating in private. Missy was very excited.

She felt like she was on a date with the richest man in the world. During the whole conversation, Missy felt like she was having an out of body experience. She could feel her soul detaching from her flesh. It reminded her of a scene right out of the movies. She could see that the Doctor was talking to her and she was responding, but it was like she was watching them.

"Slow down on the saké," the Doctor suggested. "It may not be strong like your typical alcohol but it will sneak up on you." Missy just stared at the Doctor. "You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." As Missy reached across her plate to grab her glass, she accidentally knocked it over, right onto the Doctor.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." Missy bent over the table, took her napkin, and started to pat the Doctor dry near the bottom of his shirt. But before she realized it, she was patting his crotch area. She could feel and see his erection start to get rigid.

"Don't worry about it. It was an accident? Right?" The Doctor looked into her eyes, and she could feel his eyes undressing her. Think, Missy, think. Opportunities like this don't happen all that often. Missy wanted so badly to take him. She wanted to have him right there at The Bento Box in the private room, but she couldn't muster up the nerve to make the first move.

"Hey, do you mind if we get out of here, and I make a quick stop to change. It won't take long. I know we both have to get back to work."

"Of course, not a problem," Missy responded.

The car ride to his place was silent most of the ride. Besides the music playing, there was nothing she could think of to say. Once they were parked, the Doctor invited her inside to wait.

"Make yourself at home. I will only be a few minutes. Instead of staying put, Missy decided to snoop around. She was looking for evidence of another woman, but couldn't find a thing. Then she heard the shower start. She took the little vial out of her bra, scooped some up, and sniffed it. She needed a little courage to do what she was contemplating. When would an opportunity like this present itself again?

Missy then proceeded to take her clothes off, leaving only her bra bustier and panties on. She never left home without looking like an ad out of Victoria's Secret underneath her clothes. She often lived the life of a mistress, and she thought she was Ok with that. To her, it was the best of both worlds. It was like having your cake and eating it too. She was able to date different men without the commitment of being in a monogamous relationship.

And the rewards, to her, were well worth the love-less holidays. She had men paying all of her bills, her car note, and her rent. Every day was spa day for her. Facials, manicures, pedicures, massages. But all that came to an end when she met Khalil. Khalil wasn't rich yet, but had the potential to be. He hustled and spent time in the studio. But he hadn't made it yet, but when he did, Missy would be there with baby in tow getting her piece of that pie, but in the meantime, she had to get back to the life she was accustomed to.

Being pregnant wasn't exactly going to land her the man of her dreams. And after the baby, Missy got her body sculpted, nipped, and tucked into that hour glass figure she once was. Missy began to walk towards the bedroom. The door wasn't completely closed. So she pushed it open, and could feel the steam coming out of the shower room. She could hear the Doctor singing along to Jay-Z and Pharrell's Excuse Me Miss.

She walked around the room, snooping a bit, looking for evidence of a woman, when she heard the shower stop. She ran to the doorway where the bathroom meets the bedroom and stood with her back against the door jam. She raised her one leg halfway up until her heel touched the wall she was leaning against. She created an arch in her back and sucked in her stomach while pushing out her chest. There was so much steam coming from the steam shower that she could barely see the shower door. When the Doctor opened the door, more steam rushed out. She watched Dr. Omari exit the shower, grab a towel, and wrap it around his waist. What a body he had on him, she thought. Broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, and an eight pack of abs. He was tall, handsome, and most of all rich! The Doctor turned to exit the bathroom when he noticed Missy there. Her silhouette in the mist of the steam made for one sexy scene. She could see the look of shock on his face. It looked like he was about to say something when Missy took a step towards him, and looked him dead in the eyes as she palmed his balls.

"Missy" Dr Omari said softly, "I don't think..." Missy cut him off.

"Don't think, just feel good!" Missy grabbed him by the hand, and led him to the bed. She could feel him staring at her ass, and she exaggerated her walk. When they reached the bed, Missy turned to him and said

"There's no reason why two grown folks can't have a good time outside of work. But don't worry Doctor, I don't kiss and tell." That was all Dr, Omari needed to hear to believe that what she was saying was true. Missy sat down on the bed facing him. She was dick level at this point. She took off his towel. In response, he laid her down on the bed ever so gently. He kissed her neck softly, and then slowly made it down to her boobs. He sucked on each of her nipples as he lay on top of her. His penis was about 75% erect. When he finally decided to come up for air, he sat up and straddled Missy. Then he put his dick in her mouth. He fucked her mouth for a few moments. For the next few minutes, Missy pretended to be enjoying herself. But all she could wonder was when he was going to fuck her already.

She pretended to gag a few times to make him feel like he was large. But in actuality, he had one of the smallest dicks she had ever put in her twenty-five year old mouth, and she couldn't wait to get it out. Finally, Dr. Omari removed his cock out of her mouth. It was about time, she thought. Having his pencil dick in her mouth was not how she really wanted to spend her lunch. She started to brace herself, because she figured he would return the favor, but her panties were still on, and he wasn't heading in that direction..

Before she knew it, she had his dick in between her double d cups. Titty fucking, she thought to herself. She wished he would just fuck her already. She grabbed her own tits, and pushed them together as he slid his manhood back and forth. They weren't even in that position for two minutes when his phone and pager went off simultaneously. The Doctor jumped up!

"Shit, we gotta get back to the office." He turned to Missy. "Can you be ready in five, I forgot about a meeting I had." Missy nodded her head, and proceeded to get up. She was pissed, but was not going to let it show. She knew that she would have an opportunity to finish what she started at some point.

Chapter Two Dr. Omari

Here we go with the petty shit. All these hoes think they are on my level. Dr. Omari walked into his office, and shut the door. He pulled up his schedule, and noticed that he had two cancellations for this morning. He pulled up his email, and began skimming through his messages. Nothing interesting, he thought. There was a knock at the door.
“Yeah who?” he asked
“It’s me, Missy,” said a voice from behind the door.
“Yes Missy, come on in,” demanded the Doctor.
Missy opened the door and walked in. All Dr. Omari saw was tits and ass approaching his desk. A few of the papers she had in her hand managed to slip out and fall to the floor. The Doctor studied her body. Missy was a big girl, but she had a pretty face, and knew how to work what she was blessed with. The pants she had on seemed to be skin tight when she bent over, and her ass was looking very plump and juicy to him. He could see the outline of her thong. When she stood back up and turned around to face him, all he saw was her big ass boobs and hard ass nipples. I would love to put my dick in between those and be titty fucking her,  he thought to himself. “Have a seat Missy. I love to see you come in here. You control all the money that comes in and out of this office, so what do you have for me?”
“Well I just wanted to let you know that that $10,000 claim we were waiting on finally came through. They paid a hundred percent, after I negotiated new terms,” said Missy with confidence.
“Great Missy, that’s the type of talk I want to hear. Great job. That’s why I hired you.” He laid his hand on top of hers. “Thank you.”
“Hey just doing my job,” Missy said through her smile.
“And I do appreciate it,” replied the Doctor.
“Hey, how about I treat you to lunch to show my appreciation, and you can finish showing me the paperwork and what exactly  our new terms are.”
“All right,” Missy said cheerfully.
“I will swing by your office in about a half.” With that being said, Missy excused herself from his office. The Doctor watched her exit his office. Missy turned around right before she turned the corner, and caught the Doctor staring at her ass. She smiled as she disappeared around the corner. The Doctor went back to his messages. He felt a little distracted thinking about Missy.  His manhood was also on the rise.  He often wondered if he was a sex addict to a certain degree.  He knew he enjoyed sex, fucking, making love, however the woman preferred to call it, But he did not feel as if it had taken over his life.  With that being said, he sat down at his computer and  typed in StreamDreams.net.  He immediately did a search where he wanted to see a curvaceous mature woman. He scrolled through the many profiles until he found a woman who he was immediately attracted to.  He clicked on her profile, and started up a chat with her. He had visited her room a few times in the past, and even took her private.  He never once imagined he would be on a web cam site paying to interact with hoes, but  he thought it was better than just jerking himself off. Plus, if he could help someone out by throwing a few bucks in their pockets, he figured he might as well kill two birds with one stone.    The woman on the other end of the camera immediately recognized his screen name and saluted him.  Assume the position, he typed into the keyboard. The young lady then lay back on her bed, and managed to put both legs behind her head.  She then took a huge black dong and shoved it into her pussy.  She then took it out, and sucked all of her wetness off of it. Dr. Omari was stroking his dick at a steady pace, and was greatly enjoying the view.  Let me see it, he typed.  She then zoomed in on her pussy, and held it open for him to see. He could see just how wet she was, and it was not enough,  so he turned on his cam,  so that the young lady on the other end could see him.  He aimed the cam at his dick. 
“Oh Doctor Dick, it’s so pretty,” said the young lady.
“I wanna see you ride it,”  replied the Doctor
“It’s so big it might hurt me!”
“This is a a tool of pleasure, not pain.”
With that being said the young lady put her dong up to her mouth and slowly licked around the rim.  Then she put all ten inches in her mouth.  Then she attached her dong to a fuck machine and got on top of it.  She made sure that the camera was focused on her big ass bouncing up and down on the dong.  She let out a few moans.  The Doctor requested that she smack her ass, and hold one ass cheek real tight so he could see the fingerprints. When the Doctor saw her in all her nudity with her creamy wetness oozing down the sides of the dong, he really got excited.
He didn’t want to climax at that point, so he quickly ended the session.  He had to do something to get his erection down, so he decided to go into his private restroom and light a joint. He inhaled deep, and exhaled letting out a cough. He turned on a scent evaporator, and took a few more pulls. He loved his life. He lived his life as the ultimate bachelor. He was successful, he was good looking, and he was voted Best Chiropractor of 2013 in Dade County. With that prestigious award came prestigious pussy. He had slept with so many different women that he was starting to lose track of their names and faces. He knew that he needed to slow down, but he wasn’t ready just yet. He had opened his office up almost five years ago with his best friend, Chris. They had met in elementary school, and were still friends twenty years later. He had always felt that the only way to be successful in life was to work for yourself. Just as he was getting lost in his thoughts, his phone went off. He looked down at it, and didn’t recognize the number that was in the text. Can’t stop thinking about you or last night, when can I see you again?. Now he knew who it was, and wished he had not had a moment of weakness last night. The woman texting on the other end of the phone was an opportunist. A well known one too. So he texted back Not gonna happen. The next text read Already did happen.
Instead of responding back to her,  Dr. Omari dialed Chris' extension on his handset.
 
“Yea,” Chris responded
“I need you to handle something for me.”
“What now?” Chris let out a big sigh
“You already know.”
“God damit man, come on, you gotta choose your jump-offs better.”
“Yeah, Ok Dad, replied the Doctor sarcastically. “You got me or what?”
“Yea I got you...what the hell you be doing to these bitches?” asked Chris jokingly.
I don’t know man, it’s like once I put the dick on em, it’s a wrap!” laughed Dr. Omari. “I'ma send you her number.” Dr Omari knew he could count on his friend for just about anything,and this was no different. Plus, he already knew that once Chris saw her, he would thank him later. The Doctor looked at the clock on his wall, and then outside his bathroom window. The view was a spectacular one. It overlooked Biscayne Bay. For the Doctor, it was a very relaxing view for him. He opened the window, and let the breeze come in. He had already had an exciting morning. Sex with a pretty young thing. Fellatio from the daughter of a Board member. And who knew what would be next around lunch time.
“Doctor, you are needed in Exam Room 3,” a voice said out of his phone.
“OK,” he replied. The Doctor stood up and sprayed some Versace Pour Homme. Then he put a few drops of Visine in his eyes, popped an Altoid, grabbed his lab coat, and headed to Exam Room 3.
 
 
 

Chapter One Amaya

WARNING: This book contains sexually explicit language and situations. It is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Amaya used the lowest yelling voice that she could muster.
“You think I'm stupid or something?” Amaya shoved her way into the office and closed the door behind her. She looked down towards Dr. Omari's crotch, and noticed his zipper was undone. “ What the fuck are you and that slut bucket doing in here with the door locked and no patients?” She shook her head in disbelief. She could see his lips forming words, but didn't hear a sound. “You know what, don't even bother answering, everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie.”Amaya stared Dr. Omari down like a dog in heat.
“First off, you're over-fucking-reacting. I am a doctor, and this is my goddamn workplace. I don't have to explain shit to you,” Dr Omari said arrogantly as he turned his back to her and zipped up his pants.
“If you have a problem with how I conduct business, leave.” Dr. Omari took his seat, picked up his phone, and started to dial. He looked up at Amaya standing in front of the door, and asked “Don't you have work to do?” Amaya clinched her teeth together in anger, as she turned to open the door.
“ Oh and Amaya! Dont disrupt the flow in the office, and close the door behind you.”
Amaya stormed out of his office, and down the hall to the restroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, and her eyes began to fill up with tears. She took tissue and began to blot the corners of her eye where her liner began to run, when she heard a knock on the door. Amaya took a deep breath, but before she could reply, the door opened. Dr Omari rushed in, closing the door behind him. As Amaya turned around to him, he bent down his six-foot-one frame and kissed her on the lips. At first, she resisted, but his tongue made its way into her mouth. As one of his hands held her close, the other made its way up her skirt. His fingers pulled her panties to the side, and his pointer and middle finger were now inside her. As much as Amaya wanted to resist, she couldn't. The more she felt his fingers, the more she yearned for his touch, his love, and affection.
“ Ima be real quick baby,” he whispered into her ear once he took his tongue out. He palmed her ass and lifted her up in one motion onto the sink. He completely ripped her panties off, and positioned himself in between her thighs. He scooted Amaya to edge of sink, where his dick was awaiting her arrival. She slid onto the dick easily. She always got wet for him. She was absolutely infatuated with the man. His tan creamy complexion. His athletic build. His soft wavy hair. His beautiful hazel eyes. His well groomed goatee. She thought he was absolutely perfect. She loved his scent, his swagger, and how successful he was. He slid her up and down on his dick. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Amaya could feel him stabbing her on the inside. She had grown used to this feeling, and had accepted that his dick was average in length and skinny like a pencil. Three minutes hadn't even passed when there was a knock at the door. They looked at each other.
“Someone is in here,” Amaya said with a cheesy smile on her face. Dr. Omari put his pointer finger against her lips, and shook his head. He started to back away from her. But Amaya gripped him tighter in between her thighs.
“Got patients waiting on me, we can finish this later,” he said.
“Awwh come on Daddy,” Amaya whined. “Pleaaassseee,” Amaya asked, as she grabbed his hand and sucked on his finger. “ Pleaaassse.”
“All right, get me right,” Dr. Omari said pointing down to his magic stick. Amaya hopped off the sink, got on her knees, and cupped his balls in her hands. He immediately became fully erect as she licked around the head, like it was the best tasting lollipop she had ever had. Within two minutes, she could feel the warmth of the goo sliding down the back of her throat. She didn't even gag, because it really wasn't as much as she was used to swallowing from him. As he released into her mouth, he grabbed the back of her head and held it in place so she couldn’t move back, as his dick jerked about.
“Thanks for that,” he said, as he slowly let go of her head. Amaya's big brown eyes looked up at him smiling. As he pulled out, Amaya, while still on her knees, pulled down her skirt over her unmentionables. Just as the Doctor was pulling up his briefs, Amaya spotted a pink smudge on the front near the crotch area.
“What’s that?” Amaya pointed
“What?” The Doctor looked confused as he buckled his pants.
“That pink spot on your underwear.”
“I must have cut myself. Anyways get back to work, and I'ma do the same.” Dr Omari. kissed Amaya on the forehead, and was out the door.
Stupid, stupid, stupid me, she thought to herself. She rinsed out her mouth in the sink and fixed her face. She tried her best to keep her composure as she went back to her desk. It was only 9:30 a.m., and she had to be there until 6 p.m. The phone rang. She picked up.
“Feel Good Medical Center, how may I help you?” She couldn’t even concentrate on the caller. She eventually moved her finger over the phone, and hit disconnect. She really wasn't in the mood to be at work. She really thought that what she the Doctor had was special. She was convinced in her mind that the Doctor loved her. At least, that was what he told her. She picked up the phone, and pretended to dial a number. Instead, she dialed her cell phone voicemail, and zoned out. She had no messages; she just did not feel like dealing with anyone. There was too much on her mind. So she pretended to be on hold. She really didn't get it. Men hit on her all the time. She was a very attractive young lady. It wasn't like she was old and saggy. She had just turned 23, and was about to graduate from college with a degree in International Business. Maybe it’s time for me to study abroad, she thought to herself. Just then, she heard his voice resonating down the hall. She hung up the phone, and looked as the Doctor approached her desk with a female and dropped off a chart. Amaya looked her up and down. Black 5 inch pumps, black sequined shorts, a white blouse with a black lace bra that could clearly be seen through the blouse. Rock hard tits that had to be filled with silicone with a huge gap in between. Bleach blonde damaged hair with bad extensions, blue eyes, and pink lipstick. It reminded her of the stain she saw on the Doctor's underpants. She knew the woman had been in the office since before she got there getting therapy. As a matter of fact, the more Amaya thought about it, the more suspicious she got. So she grabbed the chart off the counter. She matched the woman's name with one on the schedule, and realized the woman had been on the schedule twice a week for the past month or so. Always scheduled to come in before the office hours officially started.
“See you on Thursday,” Dr Omari said
“I look forward to it,” the blonde said as she walked towards the door swishing as hard as she could.
Amaya watched the Doctor's eyes follow her out the door. He never walked patients out this far. Doctor Omari turned to look at Amaya, and she immediately looked down at her computer. She could see him looking around at their surroundings
“Hey, Amaya, Lunch?” he asked with a smirk on his face. Amaya shook her head up and down in agreement.
“Sure,” she said timidly.
“All right I will find you later.” In her peripheral vision, she watched him walk back down the hall. As he disappeared around the corner, she looked at the time on the computer. 9:49. She knew she had a long workday ahead of her, but she couldn’t wait until lunch. Maybe she was bugging out and overreacting. He didn’t have to ask her to lunch, but he did, and surely that meant something to her. She looked at the clock 9:51 a.m. She couldn’t wait until noon.