Come Monday morning, Desperita sprung up before the rooster call and dashed her ass in that bathroom with the jacuzzi tub and double sinks she figured she’d be sharing with somebody real soon. That somebody being Bootleg Man, of course.
She showered and imagined him in there with her. Brushed her teeth and visualized his toothbrush next to hers and her imaginings marched her right on down the damn church aisle. Shit, life was about to be better than good for her and folk on the job, in that little school she had second charge of, saw a different stride in her step on that day.
Shit, the way Desperita bounced about in that school, folk would’ve thought she’d overdosed on a bottle of Fucking Happy. Single women, like her, got to rolling their eyes and shit, seeing her all jipper. Being that Desperita was typically a take-no-prisoners bitch, women folk didn’t like all that happy she had going on.
“Hmph, somebody must’ve tapped that ass this weekend,” one of the teachers, Ms Invee, who had staked a claim in celibacy, said. Well, she’d really done it ’cause her back was flat against the wall of not finding anybody to stick with her evil ass long enough to lay down with her.
“I say, that’s one lucky dude,” said Mr. Hardy, as he kept a close watch on Desperita’s ass and seeing her do something like a skip and dance, she was so light on her feet as she cleared students out of the halls.
Desperita was a happy woman though. All she could think about was her conversation with this new man she couldn’t wait to break off a piece to. He blew up her cell phone over the last two days with sweet ass text messages. Well, there wasn’t anything special about what he said actually but lonely and wanna-man-real-bad heifers like her were taken in by the simplest shit.
How U doing?
U up yet?
Been thinking bout U.
Can’t get U off my mind, girl.
Whatchu wearing? was what he’d text her around bedtime and her silly ass would get to giggling and shit, forgetting her mama raising her not to be easy. Desperita wasn’t thinking about no shit like that, obviously. By the time they were done texting on the second night, she took out one of her many sex toys and got busy. Therefore, making Monday a mighty fine day for her.
After she was done making her rounds in the halls, she made it on back to her office where Bootleg Man had sent her more messages to light up her little life.
Don’t work 2 hard, baby.
Y I keep thinking bout U?
U already put a spell on me.
Desperita locked up her office, so nobody would get in the way of her answering back.
Ur so sweet.
He sent her a smiley face, talking about he bet she was even sweeter and he couldn’t wait to see just how sweet she was and he could only imagine what her lips tasted like, on top and below and oh, he was sorry if he went too far ’cause she was such a classy lady and he didn’t mean no disrespect and all that blahsay, blahsay, bullshit that made her think he was just the sweetest and most thoughtful man to come in her life in a long ass time.
Naturally, saying it was okay, that she wasn’t offended by his too soon for alluding to her private body parts, opened the gate for him to basically fuck her over the phone, right there in her damn office. Shit, Bootleg Man reached in his stash of hot sex bank and got to blowing the hell outta that woman’s cell. If Desperita had been sitting in that chair with her ass bare, she would’ve slipped right on outta that leather seat!
Copyright 2011 Totsymae