NSFW: Afternoon Delight

Autumn

“It should be done. Go check.” Patience snaps her fingers at me like I’m a dog as she keeps her nose in her phone.

So I snatch it. The fuck?

The days of me being sweet little Auty are long over. They ended well before my girlfriend fell in love with my baby daddy.

But she doesn’t miss it. I can tell, every time those eyes stretch and she sucks on that bottom lip. Patience–or Fox–has a thing for bad boys and bad girls.

And the way her eyes hood, I know she’s gonna pounce on me if I don’t get this food out the oven.

“You acting like you don’t want none of this fucking food I just slaved over.” I pocket her phone and round the island to pull the lasagna out the oven.

I set it on the trivet so it can rest, and my girl licks her lips at me.

“I’m not hungry for that.”

“Oh no, you’ve been a drill sergeant all morning because you wanted some lasagna, you gone have this damn lasagna!”

Pay’s insisting on teaching me how to cook. It’s been a thing for years now, but most of the time, our cooking lessons devolve into me eating whatever dessert she mostly made off of her.

Now, as she progresses in her pregnancy, she wants me to be able to at least cook all our favorites, since soon–twelve weeks to be exact–a little nugget will be keeping us all busy, and she may not have the time nor energy to cook.

I mean, I still don’t see the point. Turkey knows how to burn. Shit, even Deuce can do a lil something. And G-Pops always got me.

But I acquiesced. You know, trying to be a team player.

Some days I can’t believe I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend. They hate when I use those labels, saying it’s much deeper than that, but still… it’s still wild.

Even wilder that it’s Pay and Turkey.

And they love each other, too.

I don’t have to ever choose.

“Um, you took my phone. The least you can do is not zone out.” Pay waves her hand in my face, bringing me back. I reach out and grab it, bringing it to my lips for a kiss. 

She simpers, and puckers her lips. Who am I to deny her?

“Aight, it’s rested. Let’s try shall we?” I give Pay back her phone and turn to grab the plates and a spatula. She starts recording me, and I section off a square and pull it up, giving her a fire shot of the cheesy goodness.

I plate her piece and slide it to her, along with a fork and napkin. “Now, be brutally honest, okay bae?”

She nods hella times before cutting off a piece and blowing onto it. She doesn't leave me in suspense, putting the whole thing in her mouth.

Her eyes light up before catching my gaze and we both smile.

“It’s so good, Auty,” she gushes, going for another bite. “Oh, you have to take some to Royce.”

I glance at the clock on the microwave, noting that it’s only a little past noon. “Okay, I will. Maybe I can get a little Afternoon Delight before I gotta be banished to the library to study.” I wiggle my eyebrows before going into the pantry to get a togo box.

When I come back, Pay’s plate is damn near empty, and she’s cutting off an even bigger square for seconds.

“Damn, Pay. Save some for everyone else,” I joke.

She freezes midway through cutting, furrowing her brows at me before those doe eyes of hers get glassy.

Oh, brother.

“You think I’m greedy, Autumn?” she whispers.

“Pay,” I sigh.

“No, no.” She sets the spatula down and folds her arms. “You’re saying I’m a fat, greedy, hippo bitch, right?!”

“Pay–”

“You’re saying I can’t have seconds? I have to be having quadruplets like Brina–”

“Patience!” I snap, rounding the island and palming her belly. “Baby, it was a joke, okay? You’re perfect. You’re growing our baby. I made this lasagna for you to enjoy, my love. Here.”

I finish cutting the huge ass slice and put it on her plate. “I’m going to take our man some, and tonight when I get home, I’m going to wake you up with my tongue, okay?”

She nods and I kiss her nasty as hell before going back to pack up Turkey’s slice. When I sneak a bite out the pan, my taste buds burst with flavor, and I put more slices into another box so me and Turkey can eat lunch together.

He’s been gone for a couple days, and went straight to Paradise when he got back from OT to handle a work emergency, and I miss him. More than I’ve ever admitted before.

He already sent us a delicious nut video in our group chat this morning, so I’m already knowing tonight–or tomorrow morning, since Pay wakes up at the witching hour now–is going to be epic, but I can’t wait until then. I need my fix now, to get me through my brain melting from studying for this stupid test.

I place both togo boxes into a spare grocery store bag and grab my keys and purse. “I’ll be back later, baby mama. I love you.”

Patience grabs my shirt as I stroll by, bringing me back to her. 

“I love you more, Auty,” she beams, red sauce on her cheek. I lick it off her and give her one more kiss for the road.

Then skip all the way to my whip, excited and anxious to see our man.

Turk

Why the fuck am I here?

When I was twenty, I loved having the girls at Paradise settle their differences with a pussy-off. Shit, back then, I hadn’t even felt Auty and knew she’d win, but it was a cool distraction.

Now though? I don’t know why I’ve been called here.

Usually Ty or my floor manager solved disputes between the girls. But Ty’s been managing the gym and the dealership more often, and my floor manager act like he scared of these hoes.

So now I’m here, having a fucking twerking competition with my girls to see who’s headlining for PC’s birthday bash. As a show of good faith, since he’s Pay’s Rico and shit, I told him I’d host the entire Get Money Crew next weekend.

My big brother included.

I can’t lie and say I don’t think about him from time to time. I’d never trade having a relationship with him over Patience, but the nigga still shares blood with me. He’d know more about my pops, and shit, I think about his ass too, sometimes. Part of me wants to reach out, but if he’s anything like me, I know I’m only breathing off the strength that we are blood. 

I’ll give it some more time. Ten years sounds cool.

“Aight. Tasty, you’re up.”

I think she’s trying to be seductive, but she’s stiff as a board. I know for sure she not finna be headlining shit, but at least she got that pubic hair situation taken care of.

Her song of choice, a Luh Tyler song, is interesting, but shit, once she start making that ass shake like an earthquake I’m feeling it.

She climbs the pole almost to the top, before twerking that ass all the way down to a split. Then she sashays off, and starts bouncing that ass in my face.

Aight. No stank twerk wind, so I’m cool.

But then she sits that ass in my lap.

Even my floor manager is confused. Yeah I got high on my own supply, but that only goes down in my office. Never on the main floor, and never around nobody.

And besides, I’m taken now. Double locked down.

Before I can even push the bitch off me she’s snatched up off my lap. Tasty yelps as she’s flipped over onto her back and this thick ass woman proceeds to beat some act right into her.

I know that form, them haymakers, and that ass anywhere.

My cinnamon apple is showing out again.

My bouncers are rushing over, but I stand and hold up my hand. “Anyone touch her but me, that's your hand.”

Damn. I forgot how sexy she is when she fired up like this. I guess Haze really is back.

Autumn

This place… so many memories.

I wasn’t even eighteen when I got hired here. Yancy took a chance on me, since I wasn’t from East Kenton, and it was decent money. 

Then Turk bought Paradise, renovated it, and I became his top moneymaker without ever having to show pussy or ass. He had a strict no drugs or prostitution policy, and Paradise was just that for all us lost girls addicted to fast money.

Until they started throwing they pussy at my Turkey instead.

I mean, yeah, I wasn’t ready to be all in with him, but that didn’t mean he could have his fun either. I was a virgin, so shit, he needed to be, too. Or at least, not flaunt that shit in my face. And he didn’t, at all. It was the girls, but after I snatched one bitch off the pole literally, they learned to keep that shit under wraps if they didn’t want permanent scars.

Seeing that bitch with her stank ass in my nigga’s face transported me back to when I was nineteen. And a bitch was tryna play in my fucking face.

I set my purse and bag down on the bar top. The bartender, Yoli, has seen me act a fool plenty times, and nods to me as she cleans glasses. “I heard you finally stopped playing up.”

I crack my knuckles and grab the travel petroleum jelly out my purse and start rubbing a thin layer on my face. “You called it; that’s my soulmate.”

“What about that fine girl with the bob I seen you with in the mall?”

“We all together.” I clench my fists to see how sharp my nails are, but they're too sharp for a traditional fist, so I keep my fingers flat on my palm.

“Aw shit. Teach me your ways, girlie.”

I smirk at Yoli. “First rule: don’t ever let a bitch think she can have what you got.”

Her smirk drops when I wink and start making my way to Turkey and the soon-to-be dead bitch grinding on him.

She looks up and sees me first, but I don’t even give her a chance to figure out who the fuck I am. I’ll for sure show her though.

I tangle my hand in her tacky ass wig and snatch that bitch off my nigga’s lap so fast, flipping her onto her back so she can see me beat the shit out of her.

“Bitch… you… need… to… respect… your… fucking… boss!” Every word was punctuated with my fist on her head. 

I hear Turk tell the bouncers to leave me be, so I raise up and kick her ass in the ribs. When I look up, I see the other bitches cowering by the main stage.

When I point to them they flinch. “You can spread the word that Bossman is taken, and his baby mama Purple Haze will kill ‘bout dick.”

A strong hand curls around my arm and gently pulls me toward the back stairs. “You heard her,” Turkey calls out, but I’m already blew.

“Wait, my–”

He lifts up my purse and bag of food before we descend the stairs and get into his office. “Go wash yo hands, bro.”

I roll my eyes and go to his little bathroom and wash my hands like he said. I mean, I did work up an appetite.

But apparently, he did, too. As soon as I open the door he’s on me, picking me up and placing me on his desk.

“I love it when you go all gangsta bitch, Auty. Fuck.” He slides my leggings and thong off along with my shoes and throws my legs over his shoulders.

“Just a taste,” he whispers to himself, before his tongue caresses my clit. 

“Mmmm,” I moan. One hand goes to his locs, the other reaches out on his desk. I hit the intercom, and I smirk as I grab it and bring it to my chest.

Turk is so into pleasuring me his eyes are closed as he enjoys his feast.

“Bae, you love this pussy?” I moan.

Right after I turn on the intercom, he groans. “If I could live in this pussy I would, Auty.” He sucks my whole pussy into my mouth, making me yelp as I bring the intercom to my face.

“To the bitch I just be-eat up… you’re fired. Securityyyyyy escort her off the premises!”

I turn off the intercom as I wet my man up, and he drinks it all like he hasn’t had water in days.

He plants a kiss onto my clit and stands up, slapping my ass. “Stop playing with them people and turn around. Coming up in my place of business doing the most.”

As soon as I stand he grabs my throat and licks the roof of my mouth before proceeding to tongue wrestle with me. Then he turns me around and plants my face on his desk where my back just was.

“Crazy ass… This gone be quick.”

It in fact was not quick.

But it most certainly was delightful.

And when he whispers he loves me as he comes inside of me after taking me there four times, the last thing on my mind is going to the damn library.