Miscegenist Sabishii Ch. 03

NIKKI

I was scratching my head, staring at the document in my hand and sighing for about the thirtieth time inside of ten minutes! I'd interviewed Dr. Isadore Durdak. She was a seventy-two year old woman. During our interview I got the pleasure of learning all about her life. She was the first black female surgeon at Good Samaritan Hospital. She delivered the first set of living triplets at the hospital and she was the founder of the League of Black Medical Professionals; LBMP.

Obviously I wanted to grant her loan. She would not have submitted the request for a refinance of her home if she had not needed it. But I just couldn't see myself doing it; especially after looking at this appraisal sheet.

I picked up the phone with another sigh and pressed an all-too familiar button.

"What's up, sweetness?" Oh, I wish Tony wouldn't do that! What if I'd had him on speaker phone? People were already giving us odd looks. The cat was pretty much out of the bag without him taking away all doubt.

"T, I need you to look over the Durdak approval. This one stinks to high heaven." I heard him grumble.

"I'll be right there."

He was rapping on my door less than sixty seconds later. He came inside, closing the door behind. "What's up, babe?"

I handed him the folder and he sat in the chair on the other side of my desk, examining the document. "And?" He shrugged.

"T, this lady has received three re-fi's in five years-"

He snorted. "So she's bad at money management-"

"Look at the value of the property!" I said excitedly. I saw him take a long soothing breath as if he was annoying. He continued to study the document, finally peeking at me over the top of his wire rimmed glasses.

"Do you see how the value of the house keeps going up? At the first re-fi it was two hundred forty-five thousand. Now, five years later its three hundred thousand...but none of the other properties in the area have gone up in value like that. This is predatory, T!"

He frowned. "Shhh." He was right, I was getting overly excited and I calmed down. "Nikki, you aren't a real estate agent any longer. So why are you even looking at any of this? The company hired reputable appraisers that know their jobs." He slid the paper back across the desk towards me, looking cool and controlled as if he was talking to one of the companies tax attorneys. My mouth was hanging open in complete surprise. I had expected him to share my outrage, and here he was acting like I was out of line!

I snapped my mouth shut and gave him a calm look to match his as I smoothed my palms over the document. "Ok. Well I'm not going to approve this."

Tony took off his glasses and placed them in the breast pocket of his very expensive suit. "Nikki, why are you tripping?"

"I don't think I am." I put the document back in the folder. "If anyone is 'tripping' then it's you."

He frowned again. "I'm going to have to pay for this when we get home, aren't I?"

"You can't separate work from home or you wouldn't be calling me 'sweetie', and 'babe' here at the office...so don't expect me to do so." I gave him a chilly look.

He paused. "Fair enough." He came to his feet slowly and despite the fact that I was so pissed that I was livid, I still felt a spark at how incredibly sexy he was.

He held out his hand. "The file." I wanted to throw it at him but that would have been childish. "Why are you making this so brand new? Nikki, the job description hasn't changed, you have."

I cocked my head to the side in disbelief and jumped to my feet. "You know what? I turn a blind eye when it's some young vacant-headed trust fund baby. But not an old lady that has moved to the top of her field and now can't afford to live!"

His eyes rose to the ceiling and I could have sworn that he was counting to three. "Toi Yakamoto, I know you aren't standing there like you are aggravated at me!"

His dark, almond shaped eyes, moved from where he was watching the ceiling to meet mine. His face was turning dark. How did he have the right to be mad because I was speaking the truth???

"Nikkita DaNeen Mason, don't get it twisted. Mrs. Durdak has over fifty thousand dollars worth of credit card bills—and they are not to the local grocery store so that she can buy food to eat! That lady owes Macy's, Speigels, Saks, Parisians and about ten others! She's acquired this debt in the short time since her last re-fi. When you turn down this loan, how do you think she's going to pay those bills?! Don't think that old lady is not every bit as sharp as she was fifty years ago! She knows the deal. She'll re-fi and will not outlive this mortgage. Then her Estate will pay it off. Who does that hurt, Nikki? It's what she wants!"

I narrowed my eyes at him, hurt that he didn't see that just because a person needed a loan didn't mean that we needed to exploit them and their hardship. "And what if she doesn't understand that her house isn't really valued at three hundred thousand dollars? It's probably not even valued at two fifty! What if she doesn't know that she will be paying damn near a hundred thousand more than the value of the thing?! You do not see that as wrong, T?!"

He shook his head and tapped the folder against his palm. "Whatever." Then he turned to leave.

Whatever?! Without thinking I picked up my ink pen and hurled it at him. It bounded off the back of his head and he froze, back stiff.

Oh my god...what the fuck? What was I doing?! I had never thrown anything at anybody in my life. It was just that his controlled manner was pissing me off.

He turned and gave me incredulous look. "Ok...that's it!" He locked the door and stormed back to me. I wanted to cringe but instead I squared my shoulders. He slammed the folder back on my desk and pointed his finger at me.

"You've been working here for almost a year and every step of the way it's a battle!"

"Don't you point your finger at me!" He was pointing his finger at me! My face was hot. Who was he to put his finger in my face?!

He lowered his hand and placed both on his narrow hips. His suit jacket was unbuttoned and his crisp blue shirt was cut just perfectly for his compact, muscular form. His tie was almost the exact blue as the shirt and looked awesome on him. "You know what you sound like?" His voice was back to being controlled again. "You sound like one of those cigarette industry ads where they tell you why you shouldn't smoke even though everybody already knows why you shouldn't! I'm just saying; you're kinda crazy to be working for the cigarette industry, Nikki!"

I pointed my finger at him. "No, I didn't know that cigarettes were bad for you-I mean, I didn't know this place was so crooked!"

"What?"

"You know what I'm saying."

"No I don't."

I threw my hands up in the air. "You're just being an asshole."

His already slanted eyes narrowed even more. "That's it!" Before I knew it he had rounded the desk and was up in my face. He kept moving forward until I was backed up against the wall. It didn't matter that he was shorter than me, weighed less than me, when his body moved mine backwards, I was going nowhere but backwards!

When there was nowhere else that I could go, Tony's lips pushed against mine. I turned my head defiantly even though my heart was pounding in my chest, and a pulse had just begun to beat between my thighs. When my lips weren't available to him, he just kissed my neck, his mouth moving over my skin roughly. I felt his hands grip the material of my skirt and hike it up high, over my thighs.

Despite my resolve to be outraged and angry, I groaned and pushed my lower body against his. I felt the breath catch in his throat. Roughly I put my hands in his hair and gripped it in my fist. He released my skirt and gripped my ass, pulling me against him just as he was pushing his pelvis roughly against my own. Mmmm, I felt him rock hard. Then he must have been working up to this state while we argued...

He was squeezing great handfuls of my ass and grinding against me. Tony loved a big ass; in his hands, slapping against his face, didn't matter to him! He began pushing my panties and nylons down.

"Don't rip them." I said breathlessly.

He dug his fingers into the delicate material until they poked through, shredding them! Then he continued pushing down my panties roughly, almost ripping them, too, while his lips sucked and kissed my neck. I was still pulling his dark, coiffed hair and he didn't seem to notice. Suddenly he was yanking me back to my chair, collapsing into it and pulling me over his lap!

"What the fuck-?"

Then I felt his palm come down sharply onto my naked ass cheek.

POW

He did it again as I lay across his lap, skirt hiked up over my bottom, panties and ripped nylons pulled down enough to expose my ass to his palm.

POW

Repeatedly he spanked my ass, and none too lightly! I kept trying to push off of his lap, but just like he had backed me against the wall, he kept me prone across his lap.

"Are you crazy? Let me up!" I tried to keep my voice hushed but I was surprised...and though I hate to admit it, becoming even more aroused, despite the fact that my ass stung.

POW!

"Ow!" I reached behind me to rub my stinging ass but he gripped my hand.

"Move that hand or you're going to get more!"

"This is ridiculous-"

POW! POW!

I moved my hand. I couldn't believe that he was spanking me as if I was a little kid. I

suddenly felt his palm moving gently over my skin. I peeked at him. He met my eyes and his lips rose into a slight smile.

"Asshole..."

"Don't tempt me." He said while stroking the crack of my ass with his thumb.

I squirmed and moaned. "Oh...

"Bend over your desk, Love."

"T..." I felt him leap to his feet, almost sending me tumbling to the floor. But his strong arms hefted me up to my feet and the next second I was lying face down across it. I felt him fumbling at his pants and my breath came in shallow, excited puffs. He plunged into my wet opening, mercilessly.

I can't help that I love it hard and fast and I started groaning loudly! T quickly clamped his hand across my mouth but he didn't stop pumping in and out of me. I gripped the desk and hung on as he worked me roughly from behind.

This was turning me on more than I could have ever imagined! Maybe it was the fighting to stay quiet, or maybe it was my mostly passive boyfriend going wild, but all I knew is that I was on the verge of exploding. If his hand wasn't pressed to my mouth I would have been screaming for him to fuck me harder!

He folded his body over mine and I heard him whisper harshly between gritted teeth. "I'm going to pull out. If you want to cum you better do it soon!" Then he smacked my ass again and resumed his pounding.

I didn't need to wait! I pushed back against him and we crashed together. With a loud whimper I exploded! Tony smacked my ass again knowing how much I loved it and I trembled, my entire body shaking. His hand over my mouth kept in my wild, passionate cries.

"Nikki!" He whimpered before quickly pulling out of me. He couldn't remove his hand from me because I still hadn't quieted, but his other hand evidently worked his erection because before I knew it, I felt warm spurts over my ass. I sucked in as much breath as I could from between Tony's fingers and he finally uncovered my mouth.

My body was clenching at nothing as I fell from my orgasm. My pelvis continued to roll and I felt Tony stroke my recently waxed pussy, teasing my clit until my body jerked in a mini climax, and I finally collapsed, sated.

I closed my eyes tiredly and felt Tony move about, reaching for tissue to clean my backside of his cum. He moved again and I heard my desk drawer open where he retrieved air freshener and liberally sprayed the room to rid it of the obvious smell of sex. Next he picked up the fallen items from my messy desk, working around me while I lay there limply. Lastly he pulled up my panties, pulled down my torn nylons, smoothed down my skirt and pulled me up gently, sitting me in my chair.

I gave him a hooded look and he kneeled before me, removed my shoes and pulled off my stockings. Instead of throwing them into my trash he opened the drawer and shoved them into my bag.

"Those nylons cost nearly twenty dollars." I said accusingly.

His hands ran up my legs before replacing my shoes onto my feet. "Those pretty brown legs don't need nylons, love."

"T..." I sighed.

"Come on, straighten your clothes." He had already righted his and looked as innocent as a babe. No one would know that only five minutes before he had been pounding my pussy and spanking my ass!

He meticulously straightened my desk once again as I stood on shaky legs and smoothed my suit. I was fixing my make-up when he picked up the Durdak folder and headed to the door.

"So what are you going to do with that?"

He didn't pause or turn around. "Deny it. Just like you said."

What I was unsure of, was if he had intended to do that all along?

TONY

It was Friday and I was on my way to play basketball with the guys. On the drive over, I decided to go past Mrs. Durdak's house. She lived in Silverton. It was a mixed community but over the years had gone through a slight decline. The recession hadn't made matters any better.

Nikki had made me think about things that I had long ago stopped caring about. In my pursuit to become a Department Manager I had started looking at my customer's as products instead of people. Would I sell my mother a house that was valued at only two thirds of the sale price? Would I kick somebody's ass for doing that to my mother?!

It was dusk when I turned down the elderly lady's street. I didn't need full light to see that the house was nowhere near good condition. It was big. That was all that I could say about it. There was a time when it probably was nice, but that was probably ten years ago.

The house was in terrible need of a paint job. The gutters were falling apart. The porch railing needed repairs, some of the shutters were dangling...yet the yard was nice. There were beautiful flowers, and even a fountain, though it wasn't currently working.

I didn't need to see the inside to know that there was no way this house was valued at three hundred grand; even if it had solid gold walls inside! I drove on to the Rec Center where Jay had a membership, thinking about Nikki and our earlier argument.

Nikki was still a little pissed at me even though she wouldn't admit it. She chewed my ass for fucking her in the office. And she was right. That is not something we do often. As a matter of fact, we work ourselves up to being hot and bothered and wait until we get home before doing anything, which makes for crazy sex!

But I had just been so worked up, and that pent up energy had to go somewhere. Nikki and I have been together almost four months. I'm, without a doubt, in love with her. I love everything about Nikkita Mason, from her hair weaves, to her full, voluptuous body and big booty. I love her smile and the twinkle in her eyes and the way she gets horny if I just lick my lips. She is everything I want.

But damn if she isn't the moodiest woman I've ever known; and bossy, and a know-it-all. But I wouldn't have her any other way...I wouldn't know what to do with a docile woman. I guess I just have to be happy that I'm the one that has her, and not my old friend Dean.

I winced at the thought of seeing Dean today. It had taken him a few weeks to dare show his face again after the stunt he pulled at Nikki's. He'd come over drunk, calling her out of her name and pissed that I was over there. I got in his ass and he'd been keeping a low profile. I hadn't mentioned the incident to Jay, who is Nikki's cousin, and Dean eventually ended up slithering back into the group.

Back in High School, the five of us were inseparable. Back then I was called T-Baby, then there was Jay-Dog, Dean; also known as Big Daddy D, Budda; who was a light skinned black dude, pale like butter, and Pac; because he could rap. Now we were men in our thirties who broke away from family and work when we could to shoot hoops, listen to Jay D.J. or watch a game at someone's house.

The guys were already waiting for me on the court. "You're usually the first one here." Pac said as he high fived me.

"I had to make a quick stop." They all razzed me since they assumed the 'quick stop' was Nikki. I was the butt of the joke almost every time we got together, but it was all in good fun. Dean wisely kept all comments to himself. And no one but me knew that he had dated Nikki for a few weeks.

We played hard for a while, and then the guys began getting distracted by the girls in the bleachers cat-calling us. I had successfully ignored them before realizing that all of my boys had come out of their shirts; including Budda, who still looked like Heavy D.

"Take off your shirt!" Someone yelled at me. They were a bunch of giggling girls. I waved at them dismissively.

"Why you playing hard?!" Dean said with a grin. "Those girls are looking for some Jackie Chan action."

We had taken a breather and I wiped my face on my t-shirt, exposing my stomach momentarily and someone whistled amidst more girly giggling.

"Because those girls are young enough that I'd want to see some ID from them."

"Ah come one, I'm a married man." Pac said before taking a long drink from his water bottle. He eyed the girls. "But nothing wrong with putting on a show."

"Come on!" A really bold girl stood up in the bleachers, obviously egged on by her friends. "Let's see what you got under that shirt!"

I shook my head and Budda nudged me.

"Show us what you got under your shirt!" He yelled back.

Even Jay had to tell him to chill. Dean walked over to the bleachers flexing his considerable muscles and the girls whooped loudly. Everyone was watching him which I'm sure he loved.

I poured water over my head to cool off and then pulled off my shirt and wiped away the wetness with it. I tossed it over to the sidelines, out of the way.

"Damn..." I heard someone say.

"Thank you!"

"Yeah, thanks Mister. You look good!"

"Can I have your number?"

I just bowed. "Now can we finish playing, Dean?" He smirked and we resumed our game.

After the game, when I went back to retrieve my shirt, it was gone.

NIKKI

While Tony went out with his boys, I decided to hang with my girls. I've been guilty of blowing them off recently. It's hard to choose a girl's night out over a professional massage by your sexy boyfriend.

We met at TGIF Fridays for dinner and then we were going to catch a Tyler Perry movie.

"Is that a Louis Vuitton bag? A real one?"

I smiled. "Of course it's the real thing." As if I'd admit it if it was just a knock-off

"Is that one of the things your boyfriend bought you on your New York shopping spree?"

I loved my friends because none of them acted low-class and catty. They checked out the bag, admiring it with no drama. They wanted a run down on everything I bought on the trip. It would have been low-class of me to tell them how much he'd spent on me, so I didn't.

We finally got seated in the crowded restaurant; whose idea was it to go to a FRIDAYS on a Friday? I stared at the menu not sure what I wanted. Nothing listed really interested me. I was hungry, but not for anything heavy.

Everyone had given their orders and I was still undecided. I passed my menu back to the waitress. "Can I just have a bowl of fettuccini noodles but plain; no sauce. Then I want a side of ranch dressing, but microwave it so that it's warm. Then I want a side of fried green beans but with cold ranch. Got it? Oh, and a glass of lemonade."

The table was absolutely quiet and all of my friends were staring at me.

"What?"

Belinda was the one to speak first. "Girl...are you pregnant?"