he thought as he pounded her, that
was what she gave to him: longevity. And he
wanted it something bad.
Trina loved it, too. She loved the way he
got down to business, at how he could foreplay
her while he was stil deep inside of her, how he
could make her feel so cherished while he was
deep inside of her. And talk about longevity.
She was amazed at his staying power. That
was what she perhaps loved most of al about
being with Reno. She knew she was in for a
ride, not some quick trip.
But she knew it was a risky ride, too. In
every way. No condom, again. She never
al owed that. Never! But with Reno she didn’t
even bring it up. Her judgment was
questionable sometimes. And this, she knew,
was one of those times.
And although she wasn’t having sex with
a virtual stranger this time, she’d hardly cal
Reno a stranger now, she was effectively having
sex with her boss. This man was so powerful,
so expert in his lovemaking, that he was
bringing out behaviors in her that she knew
were reckless and il -advised on every level.
But the way he pounded her, the way he
felt inside of her, made her feel like an addict.
She lifted up on elbows, as he pounded her, as
he sucked on her. This couldn’t end wel , she
sensed, because they weren’t starting it right,
but she also felt that she was powerless to do a
damn thing about it. Because she wanted it so
bad. And he wanted her so bad. And as they
came, as she grabbed onto him and he
grabbed onto her and the ful ness of their
release spil ed out into a crescendo of pent up
passion, pouring in and then out of her, down
her thighs and onto the bed, she just knew they
were both addicted.
There was no going back from this kind
of high.
FIVE
She noticed him Monday night while she
was working, but she didn’t think too much of it.
Yes, he’d been one of the ones in Reno’s office,
but that could have just been a coincidence.
Boyzie’s wasn’t your everyday strip joint, but
was considered a little more upscale, if there
was such a thing, and a better class of people
often frequented the place. But by Tuesday
night, when she saw him again seated in her
station, she knew something was up.
It was slow, as most Tuesday nights
were, and as soon as her break time came, she
walked over to the table where he was seated,
and sat down herself.
He smiled. “What do I owe this
pleasure?”
“I remember you from Reno’s office,”
Trina said, not beating around the bush.
The guy’s smile didn’t leave, but it
changed. And the more Trina looked at him, the
more she realized just how much he looked like
a younger, chubbier version of Reno. “You’re
his baby brother, aren’t you?” she asked.
“You’re Joey.”
“This wasn’t my idea,” Joey said,
holding up his hands. “This is al Reno’s doing.”
Trina frowned. “What’s al his doing?”
“My keeping an eye on you at work,
make sure no jokers get any ideas. Fol owing
you home to make sure you get safely inside
your apartment. This got Reno written al over
it.”
Trina wanted to smile at his use of
language, but she was too disturbed to smile.
“And why does he feel he needs to tail me like
this?”
“He likes you,” Joey said. “Wanna make
sure you okay. This is what he does for females
he likes.”
This revelation hurt Trina deeply. “And
of course he likes the ladies,” she said, to see
how Joey responded.
Joey smiled. “What you think? We
talking Reno here.”
“I see,” Trina said. “So I’m not the only
“I see,” Trina said. “So I’m not the only
female you have to keep an eye on for him?”
Joey didn’t say anything, but his silence
said it al to Trina.
“Okay, wel , whatever,” she said as she
stood. “Have a good evening. No need to be
fol owing me, you are released of your duty. I’m
no longer one of the females in his stable, so
there’s no longer any need. And you can tel
him that personal y for