Dick Ep.9

The Lyft ride took just minutes and as Richard walked up the steps to Lisa's apartment he realized that he had never actually been inside of her place, he had come over many times to pick her up but he had never been invited in. Lisa lived on the second floor of an old D.C. row home that was being renovated to house multiple apartments, arm in arm they climbed the loudly creaking stairs. It felt like they were two teenagers sneaking off to do something that if caught would have them both in big trouble. Reaching her door neither one of them had spoken a word to one another since they entered the Lyft, it was a silence that could best be described as anticipation, more intense than awkward. As she put her key in the door Richard could feel some hesitation, he knew that she was contemplating what was going to happen if she invited him in, things might never be the same between the two of them and this night had already gone too far. Without thinking Richard gently placed his hands on her shoulders and offered a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, he knew that in this moment words would only complicate things. He wanted to let her know that everything was going to be ok and that if she wanted to end the night here he would understand; though his hormones were worked into frenzy this was not just some drunken club conquest, this was Lisa his friend. That kiss to the neck served to open up much more than her door key ever could, that simple gesture put Lisa at ease and as she turned the knob she exhaled and invited him in. The glow of the streetlights dimly shone throughout her living room, inside you could make out the shapes of furniture but not much detail of anything else could be seen. Her old wooden floor creaked much like the steps, it gave the scene an eerie vibe because it was the only thing breaking the silence between the two. Lisa helped Richard navigate the room by gently grabbing his hand and with his thumb he lightly rubbed hers, her skin felt almost milky to the touch, so smooth and soft. Ushering him to the couch Richard took a seat, Lisa remained standing and spoke for the first in what felt like hours "would you like something to drink?" she asked as her voice cracked from the extended silence and the extensive drinking "I have some water and it may be a few brews in there if you want one" her southern accent, thick and sultry. "I'll take a brew" Richard replied, she laughed a little as she made her way to the kitchen to grab one. Returning to the couch with a frosty Corona and a small glass of wine she sat down next to Richard, the ease of their chemistry had returned and Lisa laid back and draped her legs over his. This was her home turf and she was acting like it, the confidence in her movements were unmistakable, she was courting Richard and she wanted to make damn certain that he knew it. After a few sips of his brew Richard placed his beer on the coffee table and began stroking her long, luscious legs, she jumped a little at first, his hands were still cold from holding the beer bottle. Her legs felt heavenly, her skin was as smooth as smooth can get, her calf’s were strong but womanly, her thighs soft and ample. Richard looked over to Lisa her eyes were low, lips pursed and as she delicately caressed the rim of her wine glass she sunk just a little deeper into the cushions of the couch. She knew what she was doing, this was a grown woman letting him know in no subtle terms that you can have anything you want if you're willing to come and get it. Acknowledging her invite Richard turned towards her and let his hand ride all the way up to her ass, he gripped it roughly and leaned in, their lips met and pressed together firmly. It was as if a time bomb of pent up sexual energy was just detonated, what started off slowly quickly progressed to a full on display of mutual infatuation. As Lisa sat her wine glass down Richard grabbed her by the neck and lightly sunk his teeth in before kissing and licking down to her chest. She moaned as she feverishly unbuttoned his pants and groped his dick. Richard being the Leo that he was stood up and took of his shirt he wanted her to see him and as she gazed at his ripped body heaving in excitement she slowly moved towards him, without breaking eye contact she pulled down his boxers and opened her mouth so that he may enter. With one hand one his rear and the other stroking his chest she began to suck his dick like his and his alone could provide her with the antidote to her needs. Richard groaned as she took him in deeper and deeper, this felt like nothing he had ever experienced, her mouth was wet and warm, her spit was flowing down to his balls and her tongue was performing gymnastics that was fitting for Cirque Du Soleil. The sounds she made while pleasing him turned him on just as much as the action itself, she was enjoying this moment, she was reveling in the fact that she knew he liked it, she knew she was good at it and she knew she was in full control. In an effort to postpone certain climax Richard reached down and grabbed Lisa by both sides of her face, raising her slowly she popped his dick out of her mouth like a popsicle, he quivered and she giggled knowing exactly what affect it would have. As she rose they starred into one another’s eyes, each could see that the other was thoroughly enjoying what was taking place. Upon standing Richard bent down and kissed her deeply while grabbing a fist full of her hair with one hand and undoing her bra with the other. It was Richard's turn to please her and he couldn't wait to see how she taste. As her bra hit the floor Richard guided Lisa back down to the couch, their mouths were still interlocked as he slid her skirt and panties off. Richard moved slowly down her body making sure to give the proper attention to every part of this beautiful creature. Her breasts were supple and full, he had always dreamt of how they looked and they didn't disappoint. He grabbed each of them while he sucked on her nipples and licked around her areola's.  She was absolute perfection, her skin tasted of cocoa and as he moved his way south he was intoxicated by the perfume of her vagina. Richard let his tongue creep down the valley of her bikini line, one hand still firmly gripping her breast and the other lifting her ass to provide the appropriate angle. He teased her as he licked down past her womb and around to the other side, she shook as he allowed his tongue to lightly graze her clit as he made his way back to where he started. Taking a slight step back he could see her pussy pulsating as her heavenly juices ran down her lips, he inched forward slowly letting her feel his breath as he slid his tongue inside of her.  She tasted of diced pineapples.  Lisa let out a muted moan as he pursed his lips over her clit and moved his tongue back and forth. Richard knew how to please a woman and he was taking great pleasure in displaying that all of the sex conversations they had had in the past were not just talk. Lisa was in a state of pure bliss, it had been so long since she had dealt with a man that knew what to do and how to do it. Her whole body was shaking, Richard was sucking on her clit and had now placed two fingers in her vagina and began to place pressure against her G spot. "This nigga is a surgeon" she thought as his tongue performed in ways she had never experienced before, she felt like something was about to explode, she had climaxed before but never like this. She grabbed Richards bald head and wanted to push him away and bring him closer all at the same time, she didn't know what she was feeling and didn't know what to do about it.  Her moans became louder and almost felt like she was getting light headed. Richard did not stop his pursuit, he had her right where he wanted her and was intent on finishing the job. The more pressure he applied the more he sucked and licked her clit, her juices were flowing into his beard and he knew it was only a matter of time before she relinquished control and spouted in pleasure. His hand moved from gripping her breast to entering her mouth, she sucked on his fingers as he was sucking on her clit. Her muffled screams were music to his ears and as she wrapped her thighs around his head as her body continued to shake.  He knew it was coming. Lisa dug her nails into Richards back, her teeth bit into his fingers and with a lasting lick her love exploded all over the couch, his beard was dripping with her sweet juices.  She had cum harder than ever before and with Richard still applying pressure inside of her she continued squirt.

Dick Ep.8

By the time the DJ switched up the tempo Richard and Lisa had made a pact that this night was going to go further than any other before, nothing was said but they could feel each other’s energy. What would normally be glances now grew to stares, the two found a strange sense of comfort in the eyes of the other. It was as if their insides knew that this had to happen and tonight was the night. As the night continued Richard and Lisa couldn't keep their hands off of one another, their touches were not overly sexual but more like they wanted to remain close enough to feel each other’s energy. A slight grab of the waste or hand placed on the small of the back was enough to send chills through their bodies. Every glance ended with a smile of confirmation that this was the real thing. The night was drawing to a close and it was time for the crew to decide where they were going to grab a late night meal to help soak up all that alcohol, it was Thursday for God's sake and all of them had to be at work in the morning. Trying desperately not to make it obvious Richard and Lisa kept their distance while leaving Red Lounge, they did not want to alert the crew as to what was about to go down once breakfast was over. Not only would them walking hand in hand down the street in the other girls presence make it awkward for everyone involved, Lisa wasn't exactly single and neither was Richard. Lisa was stuck in a long-term relationship that began with a short lived spark. On her drunken nights she often professed how she wished he would just cheat or leave to make the breakup easier, she wasn't good at that sort of confrontation and saw no end to the arrangement she found herself in. Richard had met her boyfriend on more than one occasion and could tell immediately that he was entirely too soft to handle a woman like Lisa. Lisa needed a man that could lead without controlling, she needed excitement, and passion, she needed a man like him. Richard on the other hand was always coming out of some temporary situation; he never shied away from playing house with the latest chick to spark his interest. If being in a relationship was what they wanted it was fine with him but he always gave full disclosure that he was not interested in marriage and he had often cheated in the relationships he was in. Women seemed to take his proclamation as a personal challenge, he couldn't count the number of times he heard them say "well that's because you've never had a woman like me..." he found it comical so he gladly played along. Laughter filled the streets as the crew stumbled to Ben's Chili Bowl to pig out on a few half smokes. By some stroke of luck they were able to find a booth and place their order without the normal wait that could sometimes cause folks to call it a night and just head home. Monique and Candace plopped down on one side of the booth leaving Richard and Lisa to sit beside each other on the other side. Lisa sat down first and a soon as Richard joined her she lightly placed her hand in his lap and began to stroke his inner thigh. Richard smiled as she continued to move higher up his leg while he retold the story of Monique knocking a man down on the dance floor as she twerked him into submission during the DJ's GO-GO set. He couldn't figure out if Lisa was being so aggressive because she was drunk or she just didn't give a shit about the girls being there and sitting in a place where all of D.C. could see them. Per usual Richard didn't spend much time trying to figure out the why, he was much more focused on the what and the what that was happening under the table had him hard as a rock. If it was up to him he would throw Lisa on the table right now and fuck her like the world was coming to an end but given the current circumstances that might be frowned upon. With the food all but gone it was time for everyone to start making his or her way home, it was a little after 2 A.M. and no one was very excited about the thought of waking up for work in the morning. Candace and Monique lived fairly close to each other in Alexandria so they usually shared a Lyft on the way home. Richard lived about 10 blocks away and Lisa stayed about the same distance but in the opposite direction. As the other girls put in their Lyft request Richard turned to Lisa and asked "is your man coming to pick you up or you catching a ride?" he was absolutely fishing for information to see exactly how this night was going to end. With a smile on her face Lisa replied "no, he's out of town so I'll probably just catch a ride" her hand had risen to the point where she was stroking the head of his dick and he felt like he was about to explode. "Oh shit, our Lyft is already here,” Candace blurted out as she looked for the waitress to get their check. "Y'all go head, I got you" Richard said in an effort to get them away from the table as fast as possible, the thoughts of Lisa's breasts pressed against his face as she ride him flashed through his mind while she continued to stroke him under the table. "OK, thanks Rich..." it was at that moment the girls finally got a glimpse of what was going on, trying to make sense of it all through the fog of intoxication and chili sauce they just busted out laughing and they made their way to the door "have fun y'all" Monique yelled over her shoulder right before the doors closed. Lisa's head was laying on Richard's shoulder by the time he paid for the meal; Richard could not hide the fact that beyond what was going on under the table he was really enjoying this moment with Lisa. The fact that they were even in this position was funny, the two started out hating each other when they first met and though they moved in the same circles they made it a point to never be in the same room at the same time. Richard was in mid daydream when Lisa whispered in his ear with that sultry Carolina accent "I want you to take me home" they both knew that though it was now well past 2 A.M. their night had just begun.

Dick Ep.7

The crew was in rare form as they exited the Lyft and bypassed the line at Red Lounge; this was a spot they have gone to so many time that security knew all their faces and always let them in. Once they drunkenly navigated the steps Richard b-lined it to the bar to fulfill the promise he made in the car. " Four shots of Casamigos chilled please and a bottle of Rosé" Richard always knew how to get the party started and though all of the girls constantly proclaimed they hated tequila that’s all he would ever order. Lisa gave him the meanest side eye after seeing what the bartender had poured; she was always against tequila because how it "made" her act. Richard shot her a devilish wink and proceeded to gather the rest of girls for the celebratory shot. As they raised their glasses Richard gave his signature toast, the same toast his mother said he gave as a toddler when they would pretend to celebrate with apple juice "to the good life" he proclaimed and just like that the second half of the night had begun. Red Lounge was one of those places that always seemed to bring out the fun in everyone, the places just had a vibe that allowed you to let your hair down and not worry about what tomorrow would bring. The ambiance was built with good music, dim lighting, and plenty of private sections where you could escape the crowd and have a one on one conversation. As was the customary ritual when the crew was in the building Candace sprinted to the dance floor immediately after she finishing her shot; she would likely be there the entire night. Music did something to Candace when she was inebriated, it was like she was possessed when she heard the latest trap song and she would carry that big ole ass to the dance floor and get to slinging it like a stripper. It was really a site to be hold when she was in her zone and what made it even more shocking was that Candace, in her regular life is a reserved, almost timid I.T. geek. She worked at a huge consulting firm and spent most days buried in a keyboard and watching a computer screen. Monique on the other hand would avoid the dance floor at all cost; she had one little two-step and body roll move she perfected and would drop any time she was forced out there by the other girls. Monique much preferred sitting in a section and taking selfie after countless selfie, her every move could be seen on SnapChat and she was affectionately dubbed Hype Williams for all the things she recorded when the crew really got to acting out. The night rolled on, drinks were flowing and the DJ was knee deep in a dirty south set that had the whole club jumping. Richard, fresh off the dance floor headed back to the bar to order another drink; he spilled his last one while dancing with this little light skin chick who lost her mind once she heard "Cash Money taking over for the '99 and 2000!” While chopping it up with the bartender he spotted Lisa at the end of the bar, she involved in the adult version of show and tell and was clearly trying to be nice to the gentlemen desperately working to impress her as he dangled his Porsche key ring and tugged on his Gucci belt. Richard giggled at the typical young, black, professional peacocking that was running rampant in the city. It was comical how every conversation centered around what someone did for a living or how they couldn’t stand paying the rent at their high rise apartment any longer. In an effort to provide Lisa with an easy out he called her name and gestured for her to come over to where he was standing, she most happily obliged. "So that's your new boo?" Richard asked when she made her way over, clearly annoyed with the whole conversation she replied "shut up and lets take a shot" her thick southern drawl was secretly such a turn on for Richard and hearing it at that moment drove him crazy. As the bartender served up two more shots of tequila the DJ slowed his southern mix and played what was globally known as a college grinding anthem "you ain't gotta say too much from the look in your eyes..." were the words that blared from the speakers. Everyone in the club went crazy, it was moments like this that made the vibe at Red Lounge so special, moments where a simple lyric could transport you back in time, to a place where things were simpler, fun was easy to come by and consequences didn't exist. After taking their shots Richard grabbed Lisa's hand, spun her around and pulled her backside in close, there was no way they were wasting such a good song by not dancing. As she grinded her hips to the beat he swayed his in effort to match her rhythm, you see dancing like this wasn't just dancing, no this was what he considered real peacocking. Having the ability to move as she moved, grind as he grinded, and keeping it all on beat was the closes thing to sex and when you found that partner that did it just right it felt like no one in the club existed but the two of you. Before either of the two them realized it three songs had passed and their bodies had become so tightly pressed to one another that it looked like one. The smell of Lisa’s hair was intoxicating and her skin had a subtle glow on it from all the dancing. As he lightly caressed her shoulders it felt like the morning dew blessed her, her skin was warm and damp and the thoughts that began to flood his mind gave him chills. Richard and Lisa had danced many times before but it was never like this, Richard was engulfed by her presence and as she looked back at him and pulled him in closer he knew he wasn't alone.

Dick Ep.6

Richard's face went blank; all the cool, calm demeanor he usually exuded was sucked out of him in that moment. The man in the blues suit's eyes felt like they were peering into Richard's soul, his facial expression had an intensity to it and Richard knew that he meant business. In that moment of pause Richard really didn't know what to feel, he was confused, pissed off, and intrigued about this whole ordeal but what he wasn't was scared. For some odd reason that feeling of doom was still not present, he wondered why out of all times his instincts had warned him of some nearby threat that this time they would go silent, how could that be? As Richard cleared his throat to offer an explanation to the man in the blue suit he heard someone’s voice in the distance, it was a females voice that sounded very familiar. Richard turned in his chair and then back to the man in the blue "did you hear that?" he asked, the man in the blue suits face was stoic and offered no response. The woman's voice continued to get louder and louder, Richard could not quite make out what she was saying but it had gotten to the point where he knew the man in the blue suit had to be hearing the same thing he was. "You don't hear that woman, you don't hear her hollering,” he asked, "You don't hear her?" Richard sprung out of his seat in a panic, was he having a nervous breakdown he thought, Richard began to pace the room; it felt as if the voice he heard was now coming out of the walls. Feeling as though the whole room was caving in Richard hollered out "You have to hear her, you don't hear her, you don't..." Suddenly Richard sat up with a gasp. His eyes opened quickly and as he looked around he saw the faces of his female friends that he invited out for the celebratory happy hour. Their eyes looked panicked. Lisa put her hand on his shoulder and asked if he was ok? Bewildered as to what had just happened and what was now going on Richard replied, "ummm, I think so" laughter filled the car as all the girls fell out at his response. Candace who was in the front seat said "Richard do you need us to take you home, we thought you were supposed to be a party animal?'' everyone, including the Lyft driver was laughing at this point. Lisa, who still had her hand on Richard's shoulder managed to speak in spite of the tears rolling down her face "you passed out silly, we're on our way to Red Lounge". Richard could do nothing but smile; the whole encounter with man in the blue suit was all a drunken dream. He had met up with his friends as planned and went a little too hard with the sake bombs at Sushi Rock. As he joined in the laughter all he could think of was how real that dream felt, shaking his head he said "hey, first round is on me when we get to Red Lounge" the girls let out a big cheer as the Lyft driver cranked up the music and the celebration continued.

Dick Ep.5

"We need to talk..." Richard quietly repeated as he let the elevator doors close "and how the fuck does he know my name?" Richard thought while watching the man walk into his office. Richard was baffled at what had just transpired, this man just shows up in the elevator, looking like a million bucks and somehow knows my name and clearly where my office is. It just didn't make sense, was it the head of HR? Was it a corporate headhunter that had the balls to come all the way into the office just to woo Richard to another company? "Not dressed like that,” Richard thought. As he walked slowly back to his office Richard was full of all kinds of emotions but what surprisingly wasn't there was that feeling of doom he had been dealing with for the majority of the day. For some reason Richard felt more intrigue than anything else, he was almost excited at the thought of what was to come next. Everything was a big game to Richard; he rarely gave dyer situations the level of respect most would feel they deserve. For Richard he always knew that somehow, someway things were going to be all right and he had the power to win any exchange. Richard was the walking affirmation of a store of self help books, it might sound unreasonable to most but he took great pride in the fact that he made himself what he was today and no one could ever take that away from him. As Richard entered his office he could do nothing but chuckle at the site of the man sitting at his desk, in his chair "this motherfucker here' Richard thought as he hung his coat and satchel. Pulling out a seat Richard himself had never sat in he prepared himself for whatever was next to come, seeing as how eventful the morning had been he couldn't wait to find out what new twist this day was going to take. The man in the blue suit pulled closer to the desk, crossed his arms, leaned in and said "So Richard, how’s your day going?" Richard answered with a smirk on his face "outstanding, and yours?’ The man leaned back in the chair as to gather his breath before he delivered his rebuttal "Richard, do you know who I am?" Richard couldn't control his mind from racing through every feasible scenario that could have brought this man to his office but he answered quickly "absolutely not". The man smirked, as he knew he was in full control of the situation and was taking great pleasure with the cat and mouse game he had initiated. What could have only been seconds felt like an eternity, Richard was growing impatient with this pseudo quid pro quo, he wanted answers and he wanted them now. "Hey look man" Richard blurted out as he leaned towards the desk "you're holding up my day with all this where's Waldo crap" Richards signature certified smart-ass lingo was now on full display. "Are you going to tell me what this is all about or should I just..." Richard paused as the man casually logged into his desktop computer. "What the fuck" Richard whispered out loud even though he meant for it to be kept as a thought. The man in blue suit wasted no time as he went straight to Richard's locked files, entered another passcode and pulled up a document labeled R.N.O. breaking his silence the man turned from the screen, looked Richard straight in the eyes and said "looks like we found Waldo".

Dick Ep.4

With the mornings business taken care of in such spectacular fashion Richard deemed it pointless to spend any more time in the office, there was nothing that was going to happen for the rest of the day that could possibly match the success of the Hitachi meeting. So feeling very confident about his executive decision to cancel the rest of the day he gathered his things and made a b-line to the elevator; it was time to celebrate. After a few quick passing conversations with the powers that be about how well the meeting went and some additional kind words to Sharon after he reminded her to keep his Friday afternoon schedule light he finally reached elevator. Richard knew exactly where he wanted to go first to get the party started and grabbed his phone to see if he could convince a few of his lady friends to take a long lunch and meet him at Sushi Rock, a nice little restaurant with good sushi and killer drink specials. Busy grinning at his phone while reading the responses to his requests the elevator doors opened and suddenly that feeling of doom he had earlier in the day returned. The excitement of the meeting and the drama with Sharon had made him forget all about how his day started, he still didn't know why he felt the way he felt this morning. As Richard looked up from his phone he was startled once again by what he saw standing in the elevator but this time it was by a face that he had never seen before. A man seemingly in his mid fifties was standing patiently at the back of the elevator; he wore a well-put together, blue three-piece suit and some cherry brown Tom Ford wingtips. His hair was salt and pepper with dark roots and silver streaks that ended in a close taper at the back of his neck. The man's paisley tie was offset with a deep ox blood pocket square and he smelled of Versace cologne. On the man's wrist was a timepiece Richard had only seen on Instagram or in GQ magazine; it was Audemars Piguet Royal Oak Quartz with a diamond bezel. To say Richard was a little taken aback would be and understatement, he had dealt with CEO's of major companies from all over the world but never had he seen a man put together with such detail and luxury. The man in the elevator exuded success and Richard had to find out who he was and what he was doing at his office. "Sir, may I help you?" Richard blurted out and instantly felt like he was an employee at the Gap or some other retail store. The man hearing Richards question took a deep breath and said "I don't know, maybe...” For some reason his response sent chills up Richard's spine, it wasn't what he said that was so jarring it was the way in which he said it and the look on his face when they made eye contact. The man had a look of what could best be described as royal impatience with the entire situation even though Richard had only said few words. Without breaking eye contact the man walked to the front of the elevator and brushed Richard as he passed. Richard was stuck. With a confused face and mind racing with questions about the brief but deeply jarring encounter he turned around to see what the hell had just happened. The man in the blue suit was now calmly and confidently walking down the hall way in the direction of Richards office, "what the hell is going on" thought Richard as he pressed the elevator button to prevent the doors from closing. Richard spoke up again "Sir! Can I help?" he said sternly as he was also getting a little frustrated with the peculiar nature of the whole encounter. The man, now walking like he was on a stroll in the park with his hand folded behind his back answered without breaking stride, "Richard we need to talk."