Cake By The Pound

Chapter 1: Bootylicious

Bootylicious - Destiny's Child

Damien POV:

          Life is a bitch. I mean a full on nagging bitch that won't let up until pop her in the mouth. That's the way I feel right now. Cause today couldn't get any worse and it just got started. I just fell out with my bestie and my pants ripped when I got in this Uber. Yep, just fucking splendid. Did I fail to mention that I'm wearing a jockstrap? So when I get out the car my cheeks will be to the wind.

           This the life of a thick/chubby/fluffy dude. Now I gotta see if Yara is at work to see if she can meet me outside to help. I text her real quick and she tells me she just got there. She also let's me know that I left one of my hoodies at her house so I got something to cover up with.

           We pull up to my work and there's Yara ready to swoop in. I get out and like lightning she wraps it around me. "Is it bad?"

           "It's not if your main goal of the day was to get fucked on site," she says cocking a smirk. We head into our simple nine to five at this ad agency. I'm a graphic designer and Yara is a creative director. Our team is comprised of some really talented and cool people. As we wait for the elevator I can tell she's studying me, which makes me uncomfortable. She can read me like a book.

          "Tell me what's going on before I twist your nipples," she says crossing her arms before getting on the elevator. Do I lie to her? I really don't want my nipples twisted. That's one of my spots and when she does it I'm like five seconds from exploding all over my clothes. She literally did it to me one day and I brushed up against the wall and I had a mini orgasm.

          "Ok me and TraVonte got into this morning. I'm not gonna hold you when I say it was my fault." I scratch the back of my head as I realize I'm wrong.

           "Yo what the fuck did you do now?"

           "I used his stuff without telling him."

          She slaps the back off my head and I deserve it. I can't be wearing my roommates new underwear and using his dildo before he could. But you gotta understand. He just ordered this leather strap and the Mr. Marky dildo. I been thinking about getting one but when I saw he had it i couldn't control myself. I also shouldn't have opened his package and I at least could've cleaned the cream off of it.

          "I swear you two will be the death of me. Just buy him another one and make it right. This is almost as bad as the time you slept with two of his boyfriends. Not to mention you did it in his bed. I'm glad you cleaned up then," she says pinching the middle of her brow.

           "I can't lie, that was fun. I still get wet when I think about the both of them. I mean fuck," I say in slight ecstasy. That's was the icing in the cake. She twisted my nipples extra hard and I let out a small audible yelp. Now I'll be horny til I get home yo. We walk onto our floor, into the break room and there is Kevin. Damn I love him. Not in a romantic way but in a sensual way. We've fucked around a few times but I feel guilty. He's married with two kids but the pleasure he gives me I'm like fuck her and them kids.

             I swear I'm ready to play stepdad. But I don't wanna be the reason they broke up. So right now I'll be his baby sitter. I'm a nasty hoe with a heart. Slap!!! Yeah, she slapped me again. Yara just looks at me disappointed. She supports me through everything, except the relationship me and Kevin have. She wants me to leave him alone or him do right by his wife. I just want the sex. I mean I wouldn't call what we have a relationship. He takes me out sometimes and buys me stuff and tells me he loves me.... oh shit! I'm in a relationship.