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you re going to report me, then just do it and get it over
with.
 It would seem you re desperate by the looks of this.
 Fuck you!
 So you do have some fire in you outside of the bed-
room.
I got in my car and sped off, immediately regretting my
actions because I still didn t have any of his information.
Chapter Five
On Friday evening, a charming Justin picked me up, and
he was just what I needed to take my mind off the pending
doom that might soon be brought on by My Juice having
been discovered by a fellow anaesthesiologist. He made the
night even better when he told me I looked pretty. For the
first time, I actually believed a man, because I d taken the
time to get dressed in something that showed my cleavage.
Then again, maybe that was all he was looking at.
Whatever the reason, it immediately lightened my mood
as he opened the car door and I slid inside. We drove into
Center City talking incessantly. He was a Realtor of high-
end commercial and residential properties. He was divorced
with a teenager daughter, and lived in a Center City condo.
Justin even owned a house in Cape May, New Jersey. Fi-
nally, a man with something to offer, I thought.
Dinner at Union Trust was exceptional, and the show at
the Merriam Theatre was phenomenal. On the way back to
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my house, my plan was to invite him inside and ask him
why he d chosen me. There d be no juice though, not only
because I didn t have any, but also, for the first time, I felt
like I didn t need it. If he was going to get in my bed, I
wanted it to be because he desired me.
When we rounded the corner to my street, before I could
extend the invitation for him to come inside, I was dumb-
founded by the green Jaguar parked in my driveway. What
was he doing here? He was ruining my life.
Justin s car had barely stopped and I was already out.
Sensing something was wrong, he jumped out and followed
behind me up the driveway.
 Cousin, I m sorry. My girl and I had a big fight. I need
to chill out. I didn t know you had company. I needed some-
body to talk to. I m sorry, my man, to ruin your date.
Cousin? What the hell was he talking about? This was a
nightmare. I didn t even know his name.
 Umm, I do have company. Justin, I m sorry, I said.
Cousin reached out to shake Justin s hand.  Like I said,
I m sorry. I ll get outta here.
 If it s okay with Cherise, I don t mind. It s been such
a good night I hate to see it end already. What do you say,
Cherise? Justin asked.
I looked from one to the other. The fact that he didn t
want our night to end was music to my ears.
 What you say, Cousin?
 Umm sure, come on in, I said.
Feeling like I didn t have a choice, the three of us went
inside.
 I ll fix the drinks, Cousin said.
 Can I use the bathroom? Justin asked.
As soon as he was gone, I said,  What the fuck are you
doing here?
 There goes that nasty mouth of yours again. Does your
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sister know you talk like that?
 Please don t play games. This is serious, I said.
 Really, I was on my way home. I didn t know I d catch
you on a date. Nice guy, Justin.
 What do you want?
 Nothing. Justin, my man, what are you drinking? How
about a little Greygoose on the rocks? Cousin asked, when
Justin walked back into the room.
 Sounds fine, Justin said.
 I ll pour.
I needed a minute, so I went to the bathroom just to look
at myself in the mirror, and to ask what the hell was going
on. First, there was no man in my life, except the ones I used
as experiments, and now I was faced with two of them in
my house at the same time, who I hadn t planned on giving
My Juice. I didn t want to leave them alone for too long, so
I returned to join them in the living room.
 Your cousin was telling me about your house. I hear its
fantastic, out of a magazine. Do I get a tour? Justin asked
enthusiastically.
 Would you like to see it? I asked.
 Sure.
 You two do your thing, I m going to watch some TV.
Cousin was acting way too friendly toward Justin, which
made me nervous that at any minute he might tell him that
we weren t really related, and that just a few days ago he
had me on all fours, calling me a bitch. But right then I had
to give him a tour; maybe it wouldn t be so bad.
I took him through the formal living room, dining room
and sunroom, and allowed him to get a glimpse of the pool.
But Justin wasn t in a rush and wanted to see the kitchen,
where he talked about how he d like to cook me a gour-
met meal. Then he wanted to go out to the greenhouse, and
asked me about the flowers and herbs that I grew. Finally, I
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was beginning to believe that Justin really did like me, so I
had to remember he was no longer a test case, he was a real
possibility.
By the time we made it to my bedroom, I was telling
him things about my house that I d never taken the time
to share with anyone because they d never been that inter-
ested. While we were standing in the window, overlooking
the garden, I was shocked to see his dick had hardened in
his pants.
 I m sorry, but I don t know how this happened, you
just& wow, you must turn me on more than I realized, he
said.
Once again, another surprise. Not only did he like me,
but I d actually turned him on and it had been natural, no
juice, just me.
 Can I kiss you?
I didn t bother to answer. I just leaned in and allowed
him to wrap his arms around me and kiss me deep, arous-
ing so much emotion I almost came to tears. It was finally
happening.
 Excuse me, you two want some more juice, I mean an-
other drink? Cousin had tricked us both, and for that, my
mood changed instantly.  I m sorry, didn t mean to inter-
rupt, he said, backing out the door.
 Justin, you have to go, I suddenly said.
 Cherise, I can t leave you like this, he said.
 Please, you don t understand, I can t help you.
 You have to, look at what you ve done to me, he said,
his eyes longing for me as much as his dick. He was mak-
ing it so tempting because, even though he d been given the
juice, I knew he really did want me.
 But he s downstairs.
 Your cousin? He doesn t care. Please, please do some-
thing about this before I go.
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He was right. I couldn t let him leave my house with his
dick like that. What if he took it somewhere else? But how
could I comfortably have sex with him while Cousin was
downstairs? However, the more he begged, the more I want-
ed to. I mean, hadn t Cousin set this up in the first place? It
was only right for him to have to listen. Why should Justin
have to suffer?
And so I did it, for me as well as for Justin and my fake
cousin. I tied him, I fucked him, and I sucked him like all
the others until we both passed out.
In the morning, just when I was getting out of bed, I
smelled the coffee, and, on a tray, Cousin brought it into
my room. I was embarrassed for him to see Justin tied up,
lying naked in my bed. But wasn t that what he d wanted?
How much of My Juice had he given him? I couldn t ask
those questions just yet, because Justin might wake up and
hear us.
 So that s what you do, you tie them up and punish them?
What are you punishing them for? Cousin asked.
 Get out! Get out of my home and stay away from me,
I told him between clenched teeth.
Shaking his head with an insidious grin on his face, he
closed the door and left the room.
I sat up and sipped my coffee, wanting Justin to wake
up so I would know that he was okay. I untied him and he
began to stir, so I offered him coffee. Surprisingly, unlike
the others, he wasn t embarrassed in the least, he was more
happy and grateful. He was so innocent in all this.
I felt bad now for what I d done, and that wasn t how it
was supposed to be. Cousin had turned the one thing that
had been satisfying me in my dreary world into something
ugly. And now that I d had a chance with Justin, I prayed he
hadn t ruined that too. I liked him, I really, really did, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]