Episode 359: FIT FOR A KING

10:25 AM! 828 Pegasus Drive! Cool street name for a rundown part of Nashville! It was not quite ghetto but close enough.

“You poor boy! I’m so sorry to have you deliver my groceries in the rain. I needed my prescriptions from CVS.”

“No problem, Mrs. Kramer!” Jesse Manley rushed up to the front door with his arms full of plastic grocery bags. “I’m just like the postman. Rain, sleet, or snow I get the job done.” Six bags in total he was luckily able to haul it all at one time. Met by the elderly black woman Elsie Kramer she held the door open for him with the hopes he would carry them inside. Having shopped for her over a dozen times before he was more than happy to deliver them to her dining room table.

“Man, it’s really coming down out there.”

“Here dear!” She handed him a dish towel to dab at his face. “God thought we needed it.”

“True! It hasn’t rained in a month. Thanks for the towel. Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?”

“I can take it from here Sweetie! You probably have other deliveries.”

“Actually, I took the rest of the day off. I just bought a house, so I need to stop by the bank and then the realty to initial a few things.”

“That’s wonderful! It shows responsibility.”

“I think so. Although, my dad is paying half of the home cost. Early inheritance, I guess. He and my mom insisted. Makes my life easier at least. I might need to consider a better job than Door Dash and the other services I deliver for. I mean when I don’t take time off like the last few days I do pretty well for myself, but it does get old.”

“I’d miss you, young man. Here I can’t tip you, but I did bake cookies. Take a few to snack on.” There was a platter on the table.

“Oatmeal raisin, my favorite.” He took two, bit one and made a euphoric expression. “Best ever!”

“Charmer! You go on and do what you need to do. I appreciate you.”

“Anytime, Mrs. Kramer! Thanks for the goodies.” He neatly sat the towel down and polished off his cookies with a mouthful. “Let me know if you need anything else you have my number.”

“I will. Good luck with your new home.”

“Thanks! Furniture shopping tomorrow.”

“Oh, really! My granddaughter Kismet is the manager of Fit for a King Home Furnishings. Stop by there and tell her I sent you. I’ll call her and ask her to give you the steepest discount she can.”

“Wow! That’s awesome! Kismet Kramer?”

“No! She’s my daughter’s daughter and she’s married. Her last name is Spencer.”

“So, Kismet Spencer. Got it! Can I swipe one more cookie?”

“Take two more. It’s only me here these days.”

“That deserves a hug.” Jesse threw his arms out and allowed Elsie to hobble into him. Patting his back she sighed over his kindness. Such a fine young man. Cookies apprehended Jesse made a run for his idling car.

“Stay dry!” Sure! Tell it to stop raining! Once Jesse had backed out of her driveway Elsie went to her landline phone and called her granddaughter. A personal number it went straight to her cellphone.

“Hi grandma!”

“Hey Baby! I need you to do me a favor. I sent the sweetest young man your way. His name is Jesse.”

“Trying to set me up again?” The twenty-five-year-old giggled!

“You could do worse. He just bought his first brand-new home and he needs furniture.”

“Ah! I know what’s coming. You want me to let him off easy. Is he cute?”

“Very handsome! He is white like your daddy. He and you would make some adorable babies.”

“GRANDMA!” Kismet laughed loudly. “Let’s not go there.”

“Just saying! Be on the lookout for him tomorrow.”

“I’ll do that. What’s his name? Is he on Facebook?”

“I wouldn’t know that. Jesse Manley is his name. I think he’s younger than you but what’s age these days. I do know his father is a high school principal.”

“Is that a good thing?” She clenched her pearly whites. Much younger Kismet knew very well what her cousins and friends often dealt with in the school system. Luckily for Kismet, she was out of high school by the time things went over the top. College was not much better but at least there she had choices. Even the universities were getting bad.

“I like to think so. He’s well-mannered and dashing.”

“I’ll check Facebook out of curiosity. Do you even know if he’s single?”

“Oh, poo! I guess I never thought of that. If he does have a girlfriend just let it go. I’m sorry if I got your hopes up, Baby.”

“You really didn’t. I can find a man on my own, you know I’m not ugly.” She laughed! “But I will be on the lookout. I need to get back to work. Love you, Grandma.”

“Love you too, Baby. Thank you.”

Call ended Kismet looked around the store for customers. The torrential rain was definitely killing business. Her staff was only two others, and they were currently just sitting at their computers until anyone showed up to actually assist. Moving toward the front of the very large showroom Kismet sat down on a plush grey sofa up front and prepared to abuse her phone.

Seeing her reflection in a marked down pedestal mirror she smiled at herself. Giggling she parted her legs and caught a glimpse up her short skirt and played coy due to cameras in the store. While she was the manager, she was not the owner therefore she couldn’t touch the camera feeds. Luckily the cameras were pretty much only pointed at the entrance.

Well-dressed the mixed beauty slyly admired her freshly trimmed vagina just for kicks. Learning about Jesse she was quite easily intrigued enough to envision possibilities. It was only a two-minute fantasy before reality set in. “What am I doing? I don’t even know what this guy looks like. God!” She sat back in a huff and palmed her right cheek. “I’m lonely darn it. Telling grandma that I can get guys is true but I’m just so picky. I don’t want some weak nerdy type. I need a big strong man, heck not even big just someone who knows to be assertive rather than waiting on me to make that first move. My luck this Jesse will be a momma’s boy.”

Shaking off her emotional rollercoaster she sat forward leaning on her knees and closed her gap. Enough being silly she used her cell and pulled up Facebook. She was often a Facebook junkie with her friends and family, so the idea of addict came to mind.

“Let’s see if anyone pops up for Jesse Manley. That name is probably pretty common. J-E-S-S-E ... I wonder if it’s Manley or Manly like I like my men.” She smirked! “Nothing under Manly so it has to have that E. Unless it’s two N’s.” Manley typed in there were only two even nearby, so she went with the first one and found the man to be 45. “Nope! Can’t be this guy.” Moving to the next she saw a picture of Jesse leaning on the hood of his Ford Mustang.

“Whooooa! Nice car! Nice looking guy even in shades. He doesn’t look nerdy, but he doesn’t look too buff either. Biceps and shoulders yes but not below the belt. I’m picking up mixed signals on what he might be like. Friends! Let’s see who he associates with.” Scoping out the list it shared family first. Father, mother, Aunt Diana!

“Oh, snap! His grandfather is a four-star general. How cool is that. Looks like his dad was a drill sergeant in the Army before a principal. Aunt is married to a Major. He’s 19! Do I want to date anyone that young? I’m only six years older I guess it might be okay. Shit! He has a girlfriend in high school. Pretty cute redhead though. Now who is this woman? Piper Cherry! Former Atlanta Falcon now a counsellor at Horton-Dexter High School, that must be where his dad works. Shit! She is gorgeous. Cheek to cheek with Jesse they must be close.” Taken the day Jesse slept with Piper after bailing her out of jail.

“Another beautiful blonde ... she looks familiar. Where have I seen her before? Twyla Parris!” Opening Twyla’s account she read her credentials. “Dancer at Cashanova and works at... “ Eyes bulging Kismet stood up and went to the front door looking out. Across the street lie the Army Surplus store.

“That’s where I’ve seen her. She came in here a month ago looking for a dresser if I recall. I wonder how she knows Jesse.” Further investigation didn’t lead to much. “No black girls. He might not even be interested in me anyway. What am I saying he has a girlfriend.” Ugggh! “Fuck it I’m going to add him as a friend and see if he bothers to add me.” Simple enough!

Message formed she wrote. “Hi Jesse! This is Kismet Spencer at Fit for a King Furnishings. My grandmother told me to look you up about some furniture. I was on Facebook, so I grew curious if you were the same Jesse Manley she mentioned. If not ... oops! LOL!” Sent! “Worth a shot! Worst case scenario I get a commission on furniture.”

Back to work! She had a few showroom options to move around.

Harsh Realty! Uptown!

Real estate agent Jackie Vines sat at her desk rubbing her toes, her heels beneath her desk as she awaited her new neighbor Jesse to pop in for those last-minute initials. Paperwork done, checks cashed and extra keys ready for him to seal the deal once the bank called, which they had five minutes ago. She was excited by the commission but to be honest she was more thrilled about seeing Jesse. The boy had taken her breath away quite a lot the last few days. Her husband Dexter asking Jesse to use his wife’s body at his disposal had her hormones on high. It was such a beautiful arrangement.

A knock at her office door she pepped up and attempted to look proper. Ducking her head inside a cute brunette smirked. “Jackie? Jesse Manley is here to see you.” She then mouthed, “He’s so cute.”

A playful sneer Jackie winked. “Show him in Becca.” To Becca’s shock Jesse had stepped directly behind her after sensing chemistry on her part. Stunned as she turned around her chest was crushed right up against his. Wet from the rain her white top became gently transparent without immediate notice. Well, done, Playa!

“Oh! I didn’t realize you were so close.” Her sparkling brown eyes were amazing. Jesse’s ego was growing darker every day.

“I did!” He too winked at her. “Thanks for announcing me Becca Moran.” Nametag! Directly over a nice nipple erection through a lace bra and her white blouse. She nibbled her lip at his face so near her own. “I’ll try not to kiss you.” Eyes flaring, she slid to her right and escaped him but did fan her features. Smitten instantly, the 22-year-old secretary watched Jesse Manley walk directly into Jackie’s office and shut the door rather hard, locking it.

She couldn’t resist easing up to the door to listen in. No words were deciphered but she did hear him snap his fingers a few times. The squeak of her chair led Becca to surmise that Jackie had gotten up. A zipper heard going down Becca dropped her jaw. “This can’t be happening. Jackie is married. This guy is more my age.” The Hailee Steinfeld lookalike trembled nervously then noticed her wet blouse and nipples erect. “Did he notice me? Ohmygodohomygodohmygod!” Of course he did!

Inside the office Jackie took the risk of doing as Jesse instructed. While she was the voice of authority currently in the office over lunch, she felt she could get away with something quick. Ordered to her knees in front of Jesse he unzipped his own pants dropped them to his knees and pointed his dick right at. The young master had totally ignored her wishes that he behave in the office to prevent scandal. So much for that! Her hormones just couldn’t say no. Mouth wide she sucked him off with tenderness trying not to be loud. Jesse shook his head negatively looking down at her then grabbed her by the back of her head and face fucked her. Mascara would run whether she wanted it to or not.

“Much better!” He spoke, Becca hearing him say it. By face-fucking Jackie her gag reflex was definitely evident. There was no mistaking that sound. Becca was pouting over it.

“I can help.” She mumbled pathetically. A call at her desk forced Becca to retreat. Dang it!

“Did you really think I’d go easy on you even on the job.” He told Jackie as she deepthroated him. “Dexter told me to push your sweet ass so take it up with him.” Her fingers went up her skirt, moving her panties aside to rub her clit. Between the two of them she quickly whined and drizzled all over her fingertips. Hearing her squeal, he held her firmly then snarled loud enough to represent his finale.

His detonation stormed her throat with violent potency, as a result Jackie climaxed a second time just that fast. Pulling free of her mouth slowly, saliva and leftover jizz trickled down her face and down into her cleavage. “Those streaks remain on those titties.” She nodded with a glint of helplessness in her eyes. “Now let’s sign these papers so I can drop by the house.” He pulled her up by her hair then kissed her with pride in his mission.

“Jesse! You make me crazy.”

“Good! Lose your fucking mind Whore.” He lifted his cellphone and took a photo of her messy chin, her mascara streaking down her cheek. “Sending this to Dexter.” Cum still on her tongue a bit she extended it to share the volume for a second pic. Jesse then took a photo of his weeping cock. Pics sent to Dexter he zipped up. “Dotted lines!”

“Right!” She returned to her seat he moving to stand beside her left arm while zipping up. Papers laid out in ready she handed him a fountain pen and pointed at the finalizations. “I’ll just have Becca make you copies, and you can be on your way.”

“Hold on!” He found a Kleenex box and dabbed at her mascara. “Looking like you joined KISS.”

“Is it that bad?” Again, using his cell, he showed her what she looked like. “Mascara will show still but at least it didn’t dry before you got to it.” Sighing she collected the papers and stood up, Jesse stepping aside. Forsaking her heels she walked barefoot to her door and unlocked it. Opening it in a hurry she caught Becca with her ear to the door. “You little snoop.”

“I’m so sorry, Jackie!”

“Relax! You see me at my worse. Keep this between us.”

“Totally! I swear I won’t rat you out.”

“For the record, my husband knows about Jesse here.” She held up the mortgage contract. “Make copies!”

“On it!” She claimed the documents and hurried away without looking back. Closing her door again Jackie turned and planted her back against it.

“This could go poorly. Fingers crossed! Have a seat it should only take her maybe five minutes.” Nodding Jesse sat on her desk rather than the chair provided for customers. His cell pinging he looked it over. “Was that Dexter’s reply?”

“Nope!” He smirked! “I delivered groceries and meds to a frequent client and told her I bought a home. Her granddaughter runs that furniture store Fit for a King. I’m guessing granny mentioned me because the girl just added me on Facebook. I might as well answer her.” A swift acceptance Kismet Spencer was added. Reading her message from earlier he puckered his lower lip.

“Oh! Remove your panties I’m taking them with me.” He told Jackie then began writing Kismet. Mrs. Vines cooperated to the fullest, slithering them out from under her skirt and down to her toes. Plucking them off the carpet she dangled them in front of his cell then rolled them over the phone onto his arm. Nodding at her gesture he just kept typing.

“Hey Kismet! Yes, Elsie said she would call you.” Pausing he looked up at Jackie. “Isn’t Fit for a King right by where Twyla works at the Surplus store?”

“I thought Twyla was a stripper.”

“She works at both places.”

“Oh! Yes, I believe you’re correct.”

“Hmm! Seeing as I decided to take the rest of today off too, I might just stop by. Twyla works at the Surplus today.” Looking over Kismet’s homepage Jesse tilted his head to the left in thought. “Wow! Kismet is pretty hot. Man, oh, man! The women are coming out of the woodwork. Tawny is going to start feeling fifth fiddle if I’m not careful. I mean, Jackie is the safe one being married. I can easily tell Dexter I’m overwhelmed, and he would understand. So would Jackie. I have to keep Twyla and Tawny unless Tawny fucks up.”

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah! Just thinking about furnishings. This Kismet asked what I’m looking for.” Untrue! He simply didn’t want her to know yet that he might be interested in this girl too. “Any suggestions?”

“The former owners had a sectional that looked perfect by the fireplace.”

“Good idea! I really don’t want garage sale garbage. Tawny’s parents are giving us a couple items, but they’re antiques.”

“I say just go to Fit for a King and see what options they have. Your father increased the loan in case you didn’t notice just so you could buy a few things.”

“He did? No, he didn’t tell me that. I guess I need to read the fine print better.”

“Surprise!” She beamed! “He asked me to let you notice it yourself but seeing as you overlooked it. You have an extra five grand to use as needed.”

“Sweet!” Hearing back from Kismet about Elsie he read, “I hope grandma didn’t make you feel obligated. She can try a little too hard sometimes.” A swift reply he sent back, “Not at all! Elsie is awesome. She talks very highly about you. I just saw your picture.” Sent!

Across town Kismet sat down on a showroom bed to text back. Still no customers her two person staff took lunch leaving her alone. “I saw your picture too. I love the Mustang.” Sent she looked around her and realized the cameras in the store were pointed elsewhere. “I better behave!” Sigh!

“Thanks! Driving my crappy car right now. I put the mileage on it and keep the Stang for fun. Listen, I’ll be done where I am in about ten minutes I’ll drop by the store and check furnishings out.”

“I heard you just bought a house. Congrats!”

“Thanks! See you in twenty! I’m not that far away.”

“I’ll be here. Bye!” She sat there grinning at her cell and again looked around her at the cameras to be certain of safety. Convinced she laid back on the mattress and took a photo of her pussy with her skirt hiked up. Looking at it she giggled then took another while prying her labium wide for a succulent pink entrance. “So stupid!” She giggled! “He has a girlfriend.” Back to ugh! “I need to touch up my makeup.” Like a schoolgirl she ran for the restroom. Hopefully no one would come in until she was done.

Knock! Knock!

“There’s Becca.” Jackie answered her door to find the cute brunette blushing. Passing off the envelope she shyly waved at Jesse. “Go back to your desk.” Jackie ushered her out. Pouting she found the door closed once more. Returning to her own desk Jackie sat down and opened the packet to be certain everything was accurate. “Perfect! Perfect! Prefect! Per--”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I suppose.” She shook her head smirking then shared an extra copy with him. “I think you have a secret admirer.”

“Becca?” She then slid a piece of paper over to him that had his eyes bulging. “Wow! Don’t fire her for that.”

“How could I even if I wanted to. She knows what we did in here.”

“Nice vagina!” He drooled over a copy made of Becca’s twat. “They still use those big ass copying machines. She had to sit on the scanner for that.” Oh, yes! Totally nude with nobody to bust her.

“Yes, we have a large copier. Oh, look! A second and third picture.” One of her ass cheeks and another of her tits minus the lace bra. “She definitely wants your attention.”

“She even left her phone number and address.” He chuckled! “Hey! Act like you don’t know. Let me mess with her a little then I’ll tell her myself.”

“That you have a girlfriend and a slave at home. Plus ... me.” She batted her eyes!

“She either accepts it or nothing. I’d definitely fuck Becca.”

“Can we please not include me that day? I know you would want to push it but she is my employee.”

“You do what I tell you, Whore.” He patted her sticky chin.

“If I must.”

“You must! Let me get on out of here. I’ll see you over the weekend.”

“No plans! I think Dexter is meeting your dad at the VFW for beers. I’ll be home.”

“If I get any furniture, you can pop over and help me move in.”

“Sure! Are we running tomorrow morning?”

“I’ll let you know.” He peered out her window. “Looks like the rain is letting up. Forecast said around 1:00. I’ll let it dry up some then move my bed over to the guest room.”