Page 1 of Wicked Throne

Chapter 1

Diamond

Selling pussy, well selling other people’s pussy was supplemental income. Running the building to sell it in was even better. I had recognized since I was a little girl that pussy often had power if you knew how to use it right.

My mother had died when I was young, and my father had tried his best to bring me up. When he was finally at his wit's end, he’d gotten married to my babysitter. That was the first time I’d seen it up close and personal. What could make a grieving man stop paying attention to his only daughter at the time?

Pussy.

My babysitter turned stepmother had found a way to yield some sort of power and influence. When they would go out to some fancy dinners, I would sneak and rummage through their closets. I’d find the dirty tapes that they’d purchased at some shop that promised discretion and watch. The tapes would reveal women of all shades and colors and men with their throbbing dicks waiting to get a taste.

Pussy.

There was power in it.

“Ooo, right there,” I said on a moan.

My legs were splayed out in a comfortable fashion as I arched into the face that was between them. An older black gentleman was down on his knees, worshipping my rose. He was dark-skinned and the white of his teeth shown against his complexion when he smiled, my juices smeared across his face.

“This thang just as wet as ev-…”

Pushing his face back down in between my legs, he quieted back down. His shiny bald bobbed up and down as I reached for a nearby rolled-up joint and lit it. The smoke swirled in the air as I pulled on it and sucked the THC-infused essence into my waiting lungs.

From where I was in my office chair I could see the lights bouncing around in the strip club that I owned. Pinks, greens, and blues bounced around on the ceiling of The Diamond. This place was my baby. It was untouched by my father’s drug cartel and ran under an untraceable LLC.

Of course, most people thought I ran a simple jewelry store, and I did. But this place…here I wielded some power.

For instance, the man in between my legs was non-other than the mayor of Atlanta himself. Charles Willis the Third had chased me down for months, just begging for a few minutes of my time. Of course, I hadn’t given him a chance just yet to slip into my tight and wet pussy.

Oh no!

He was going to have to earn all of that…

The door to my office flew open. It clanged against a filing cabinet, I gave a slight jump in my seat and the mayor dared to stop. I’d been so extremely close.

I didn’t move, just stayed where I was. My thighs must have muffled the sound of the door opening but only God knew how. In walked what I could have only described as the Devil in a suit. He was tall, white, and possibly lost.

We locked eyes and only when I gave a moan, did he seem to realize that I had a man locked between my legs.

That did it!

I came and I came hard.

The earth could have been shattering as I road out my moan, and ground myself into the face of the mayor.

Me and the stranger never broke eye contact.

It was the single hottest experience I’d had in a long time.

He casually leaned against the door and waited for me to calm down. I could feel my pulse beating behind my ears like Dr. Lee was directing the marching band in Drum Line.

Finally, the clueless ass mayor popped up. He ran his hand over his mouth and was about to say something when he realized we had company.

“Jesus, Diamond, what in the blue hell is going on?”

I chuckled at him and continued to watch the stranger whose eyes turned to the major and a smirk graced his lips.

“Mayor Willis…”