Business Before Pleasure Ch. 03

"Whats up chica?" asked Missy as she walked by Amaya's desk. "I need the money bags and daily log from yesterday please."

"Of course." Amaya already had the logs and money bags ready.

"Thanks." Missy gazed into Amaya's eyes. "I like your eye makeup, you gotta show me how to make those cat eyes one day." Just then, the phone rang.

Amaya answered, so Missy took the hint and walked away. As soon as she got back to her office, she pulled a small vial out of her Coach wristlet. She opened it, and used her pinky nail to scoop out some of the white powder. She turned herself around in her chair, and held it to her nose. With one quick inhalation, the powder was gone. She shook her head as if she were dumbfounded, and felt the rush.

The vibration of her phone disturbed her high. She looked at her phone. One new text. The money for Noel is in the mail. Missy immediately texted back. In the mail? Y???? I would've picked it up today. The responding text read we already went over this I'm not interested in seeing you. Missy responded back Well you won't be seeing her unless you're seeing me. The next text said Stop being a fucken bitch Bitch! Missy responded Fuck you, asshole! and threw her phone against the wall.

"Fucken dickhead," she said in a low angry voice.

"Who me?" Dr Omari asked in astonishment.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were there, that wasn't directed to you at all. I swear," pleaded Missy.

"Don't worry about it. I know everyone has a personal life outside of here. Sounds like you could use a break from yours. Let's go to lunch, I will meet you outside by my car. In ten," said the Doctor.

Missy shook her head, and smiled. She waited for the Doctor to leave before she got up to retrieve her phone. She began to text Don't worry nigga what you don't do another man will, what you don't want another man will. Missy hit the send button with vengeance, and then she proceeded to block his texts and calls so he would not be able to upset her further. She tidied up her desk, and headed down the hall.

She stopped in the bathroom to adore herself in the mirror. She sensed that the Doctor had a crush on her, and she wanted to look as appealing as possible. If she could get him trapped, that would be a come up for her.. Maybe I won't have to work anymore, she thought. She pulled her pants up higher, until she could feel she had a camel toe. She actually loved having something to feel on in between her legs. She sprayed some honey morning dew body splash on her neck and arms, and rubbed it in. She pulled out some lip liner and lined her thin lips to make them appear to be bigger. She then filled it in with candy apple red lipstick.

If there was one thing she knew how to do it was get a man, but keeping a man was a whole different story. She thought she had a man in Khalil. He used to be her neighbor before he moved out of her building. What started as a one night stand continued with a series of booty calls. Until that one day when she was missed her period. She was actually thrilled. She thought that meant that her and Khalil would be together as a family.

Boy, was she wrong. As soon as she told her he demanded to have DNA testing done. Which she still had not done to this day. But once Khalil met his daughter, he fell in love with her. The fact that she was special needs only made him love her more. Noel was born with a group of health conditions as a result of her being born addicted to drugs.

Missy had always blamed Khalil for this, and Khalil did feel the guilt. After all, he was the one selling Missy the drugs. He got Missy hooked on the drugs. Missy hid the pregnancy for five months, until she began to show. So Khalil was her enabler until he found out that she was pregnant. Once he knew and she was saying he was the father, he stopped supplying her with the drugs. And any feelings he may have had for her totally dissipated, along with the respect he used to give her.

Missy took the elevator down to the Lobby. As she headed out the door, she looked to the right where the reserved parking was. She saw Dr. Omari approaching his Maserati, so she waited a minute for him to get in. Then she walked out and looked around the lot as if she had seen him. The Maserati pulled up behind her. She turned slightly to see the Doc smiling back at her.

"Hop in," he said. The car door lifted straight up, and Missy got in.

"I have never been in one of these, It's really nice. Sure, you already know that though," said Missy

The Doctor nodded his head,

"So where are we going?" asked Missy

"I was thinking of The Bento Box, you ever been?"

" I did years ago, I'm not sure if it has changed."

"Of course it has, it's under new ownership." As the Doctor finished his sentence, he was pulling into the lot.

"Let me warn you now then. It's very traditional. We will be sitting on our knees instead of chairs." Missy and the Doctor laughed in unison. Once inside the restaurant, they were greeted by the hostess. She escorted them to a private room, where they would be eating in private. Missy was very excited.

She felt like she was on a date with the richest man in the world. During the whole conversation, Missy felt like she was having an out of body experience. She could feel her soul detaching from her flesh. It reminded her of a scene right out of the movies. She could see that the Doctor was talking to her and she was responding, but it was like she was watching them.

"Slow down on the saké," the Doctor suggested. "It may not be strong like your typical alcohol but it will sneak up on you." Missy just stared at the Doctor. "You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." As Missy reached across her plate to grab her glass, she accidentally knocked it over, right onto the Doctor.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." Missy bent over the table, took her napkin, and started to pat the Doctor dry near the bottom of his shirt. But before she realized it, she was patting his crotch area. She could feel and see his erection start to get rigid.

"Don't worry about it. It was an accident? Right?" The Doctor looked into her eyes, and she could feel his eyes undressing her. Think, Missy, think. Opportunities like this don't happen all that often. Missy wanted so badly to take him. She wanted to have him right there at The Bento Box in the private room, but she couldn't muster up the nerve to make the first move.

"Hey, do you mind if we get out of here, and I make a quick stop to change. It won't take long. I know we both have to get back to work."

"Of course, not a problem," Missy responded.

The car ride to his place was silent most of the ride. Besides the music playing, there was nothing she could think of to say. Once they were parked, the Doctor invited her inside to wait.

"Make yourself at home. I will only be a few minutes. Instead of staying put, Missy decided to snoop around. She was looking for evidence of another woman, but couldn't find a thing. Then she heard the shower start. She took the little vial out of her bra, scooped some up, and sniffed it. She needed a little courage to do what she was contemplating. When would an opportunity like this present itself again?

Missy then proceeded to take her clothes off, leaving only her bra bustier and panties on. She never left home without looking like an ad out of Victoria's Secret underneath her clothes. She often lived the life of a mistress, and she thought she was Ok with that. To her, it was the best of both worlds. It was like having your cake and eating it too. She was able to date different men without the commitment of being in a monogamous relationship.

And the rewards, to her, were well worth the love-less holidays. She had men paying all of her bills, her car note, and her rent. Every day was spa day for her. Facials, manicures, pedicures, massages. But all that came to an end when she met Khalil. Khalil wasn't rich yet, but had the potential to be. He hustled and spent time in the studio. But he hadn't made it yet, but when he did, Missy would be there with baby in tow getting her piece of that pie, but in the meantime, she had to get back to the life she was accustomed to.

Being pregnant wasn't exactly going to land her the man of her dreams. And after the baby, Missy got her body sculpted, nipped, and tucked into that hour glass figure she once was. Missy began to walk towards the bedroom. The door wasn't completely closed. So she pushed it open, and could feel the steam coming out of the shower room. She could hear the Doctor singing along to Jay-Z and Pharrell's Excuse Me Miss.

She walked around the room, snooping a bit, looking for evidence of a woman, when she heard the shower stop. She ran to the doorway where the bathroom meets the bedroom and stood with her back against the door jam. She raised her one leg halfway up until her heel touched the wall she was leaning against. She created an arch in her back and sucked in her stomach while pushing out her chest. There was so much steam coming from the steam shower that she could barely see the shower door. When the Doctor opened the door, more steam rushed out. She watched Dr. Omari exit the shower, grab a towel, and wrap it around his waist. What a body he had on him, she thought. Broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, and an eight pack of abs. He was tall, handsome, and most of all rich! The Doctor turned to exit the bathroom when he noticed Missy there. Her silhouette in the mist of the steam made for one sexy scene. She could see the look of shock on his face. It looked like he was about to say something when Missy took a step towards him, and looked him dead in the eyes as she palmed his balls.

"Missy" Dr Omari said softly, "I don't think..." Missy cut him off.

"Don't think, just feel good!" Missy grabbed him by the hand, and led him to the bed. She could feel him staring at her ass, and she exaggerated her walk. When they reached the bed, Missy turned to him and said

"There's no reason why two grown folks can't have a good time outside of work. But don't worry Doctor, I don't kiss and tell." That was all Dr, Omari needed to hear to believe that what she was saying was true. Missy sat down on the bed facing him. She was dick level at this point. She took off his towel. In response, he laid her down on the bed ever so gently. He kissed her neck softly, and then slowly made it down to her boobs. He sucked on each of her nipples as he lay on top of her. His penis was about 75% erect. When he finally decided to come up for air, he sat up and straddled Missy. Then he put his dick in her mouth. He fucked her mouth for a few moments. For the next few minutes, Missy pretended to be enjoying herself. But all she could wonder was when he was going to fuck her already.

She pretended to gag a few times to make him feel like he was large. But in actuality, he had one of the smallest dicks she had ever put in her twenty-five year old mouth, and she couldn't wait to get it out. Finally, Dr. Omari removed his cock out of her mouth. It was about time, she thought. Having his pencil dick in her mouth was not how she really wanted to spend her lunch. She started to brace herself, because she figured he would return the favor, but her panties were still on, and he wasn't heading in that direction..

Before she knew it, she had his dick in between her double d cups. Titty fucking, she thought to herself. She wished he would just fuck her already. She grabbed her own tits, and pushed them together as he slid his manhood back and forth. They weren't even in that position for two minutes when his phone and pager went off simultaneously. The Doctor jumped up!

"Shit, we gotta get back to the office." He turned to Missy. "Can you be ready in five, I forgot about a meeting I had." Missy nodded her head, and proceeded to get up. She was pissed, but was not going to let it show. She knew that she would have an opportunity to finish what she started at some point.