Diamond continued to play the role. She could have won an Oscar for her performance. While she played the doctor, she did feel somewhat guilty, but she had to move forward with her plans. Money before men.
“Please, babe, just think about it. We’ll just do it a couple of times.” Diamond looked into his eyes and began to kiss his neck softly.
Chills shot through his body as he enjoyed the attention to one of the more sensitive areas on his body.
“I promise I will take control of everything. I’ll be right there to make sure everything goes smoothly,” she said as she worked her way to his bare chest and covered it with kisses. She sucked on his nipples and circled her tongue around them.
Diamond kept making her way down to his stomach, leaning her body forward and sticking her tongue in his navel.
Panting, Dr. Ricci lay back on the high-back chair, anticipating where Diamond was going with her kisses.
“Hire me as an office manager, and then I can keep an eye on everything. No one in your office will know. It will be our little secret.”
Diamond reached inside his shorts and exposed his semi-hard, pink dick. Then she sucked on it like it was a pacifier, driving Dr. Ricci crazy.
After she released the growing erection from her mouth, she said, “OK, babe, can we just try it a couple of times, and then we can stop?” Before he could answer, Diamond engulfed him again, working her throat muscle on the head.
Dr. Ricci yelled out in ecstasy, “Yes-s-s-s! Yes-s-s-s!”
“Yes, you’re gonna do it?” She ran her tongue around the head of his dick.
“Oh . . . yes . . . I’ll do it! Ooh!” he said, as Diamond skillfully brought him to an orgasm.
***
Several hours later Diamond woke up and got out of the bed, leaving a sleeping Dr. Ricci. She went downstairs into the living room and turned on her cell phone. As soon as the phone found reception, voicemails began to flood in. She checked the voicemails one by one. There weren’t any emergencies, and most of them were from Trey.
“Yo, where the fuck you at?” he yelled. “I know you ain’t still with that cracker muthafucka. Hit me up!”
She had five
more messages just like that one, each one more irate than the previous one. She simply ignored his antics, deciding she’d deal with him later.
***
One week later, a man in his forties yelled at a woman driver, “What the fuck, man! You can’t see?”
The woman had rear-ended the man’s Cadillac, and he stood outside the car looking at the damage. A crowd had formed, and everybody was looking to see what had happened.
“Somebody call the fucking cops! This bitch done fucked up my shit!”
The woman never got out of her car. She simply sat there and looked at the man acting a fool.
When the police arrived on the scene, the angry man walked over to the two white officers before they could get out of the squad car.
“This woman rear-ended me for no reason!”
“Calm down, sir,” one officer told him. “We will get all the information shortly.”
“Is anybody hurt?” the second officer asked.
“Yeah, me and my wife.”
The officers looked at each other and shook their heads. If the man was truly hurt, he would have stayed in the car instead of walking around and causing a scene. But the officers had seen it all before. Everyone wanted to shout whiplash and get paid. All they could do was take the report.
“Well, sir, if you’re hurt, I suggest you sit down somewhere. Do I need to call an ambulance for your wife?” the first officer asked.
“Yeah, you do.”