Monday, April 17th
After checking in with Shelby, I sat in the waiting room and looked around. I don’t know what they had going on, but it was packed like a can of sardines in The Dawson Clinic. I started to tell her I needed to reschedule, but instead, I sat my ass down and waited.
After my scheduled appointment time, Shelby showed me to a collection room. After handing me the cup, she left, closing the door behind her.
This time I didn’t even bother to waste my time with the IntimateXXX app. I made myself comfortable on the couch and went to work.
I envisioned the hazelnut-skinned goddess with the pink pouty lips laying in the middle of my bed with her legs spread and my head buried in her pussy. She was moaning and pushing my head deeper and deeper into my favorite place.
“Shit! Fuccckk,” I mumbled through gritted teeth as I felt my release nearing.
Gripping myself a little tighter, I continued stroking my dick to the images of her I had in my head. A few moments later, I was cummin’ in the cup.
“This shit don’t make no sense,” I said while cleaning myself up.
By the time I finished in the collection room, the damn lobby looked like a ghost town. You would’ve thought no one had stepped foot in there at all.
Putting on a glove, Shelby took my cup. “One second, Mr. Bryant.”
I waited at the counter, watching her add labels to my container before bagging it and scanning it into the computer. She opened a small cut-out on the wall behind her desk, set the bag on a tray, and then closed the door back.
I didn’t even notice that lil’ passageway the first time.
“Alright, Mr. Bryant. This is for you,” she said, handing me a slip of paper. “Have a good day.”
“You too,” I replied, taking the slip and heading for the door.
Once I was in my car, I toyed with the thought of going to Sweet Treats to see if I could run into lil’ mama again.
“Fuck it. YOLO. I ain’t never been pussy, and bitch don’t run in my blood.”
This fuckin’ woman had me really trippin’ and talkin’ to myself, and I didn’t even know her damn name.
I was on autopilot as I drove to Sweet Treats. Not once did I get the urge to stop, turn around, and head to the shop. Twenty minutes later, I was parking in front of my cousin’s place of business. When I saw her car in the parking lot, I hurried inside.
After entering, I nodded at Abbi, who was holding down the line. I rounded the counter and headed down the short hall to her office. I knocked on the door and waited for her to respond.
“I still hate that damn nickname.”
My family referred to me as Junior from Problem Child because I was just that as a kid after my egg donor left.
She laughed. “What’s up? What does my favorite big cousin need from me today?”
“I’m ya only big cousin, Breyona.”
“So? Whatchu want? You holdin’ up a lunch date I got with my husband.”
“There’s a customer of yours I wanna know more about. She’s about five-foot-five with hazelnut skin, natural hair in a ponytail at the base of her neck, slim, thick. Seemed kinda shy, clumsy.”
Bre looked at me skeptically. “If you’re talkin’ about who I think you are, then the answer is no. I’m not gon’ lose one of my best customers because you wanna get your dick wet. Issa no for me, Cuzzo. I love you. Byyyeeee,” she said, standing from her desk.
“I promise I ain’t on that when it comes to her.”
She stopped and looked at me. “Carson Zier Bryant, hell no! Not gon’ happen.”
“You of all people know I ain’t never been pressed or checked for no female, but that one I ain’t been able to stop thinkin’ about since I bumped into her outside of here.”
“Hmmm… You’re right, but I’m still not telling you her name. What are your intentions with her?”
I was quiet because I honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“And on that note, I’m out,” she retorted and made her exit.
I sat in her office for a few minutes before leaving. On my way out, I started to ask Abbi. But she held up her hand before I could even fix my mouth to ask the question.
“Bre already told me who you’re lookin’ for and told me to tell you no, so no. You want your usual before you leave?”
I laughed and wiped my hands down my face. “Yea, Abbz.”
She nodded and opened the case, placing two lemon squares and two red velvet cookies in a yellow paper bag. I handed her a ten-dollar bill and left. I sat in my car and ate two of my cookies before pulling off and heading to the shop.