Chapter 7
It’s been seven years and Crater has changed in every way known possible. From the way her hips sway to the flow of her hair in the N.Y. fast pace atmosphere. Must I mention the respect; Crater graduated from NYU top of her class and walked right into the Palms Banners marketing network with a dead on broadcasting addition. Being that she lived in New York on her own without the help of her sister or Nana she learned to stand on her own and allowed her fear to run a race with itself and no longer her. She couldn’t do the fears in New York and she learned that right away with the major universities students. They are the ones who taught her basically everything she needed to know about surviving with dignity and power. She conquered the addition on the spot and had her own show in less than 72 hours. She lived her dream and played all the games, she even had fallen in love. Crater had become your average powerful African American/ Black women. She walked, talked and just essentially was power and attitude. You could only either love or hate her, there was no in between.
Getting aired with her own show as the star was, at the time, completely above her so she turned it into a major franchise of two women living out their journalistic skills. She created the show and got one other costar involved and called it, “The Scoop.” Crater was drawn to Savon’s ambition and visions on life. They had been friends from college and lost track the moment they graduated. Crater only remained affiliated with her during the school year days because she seen her five days a week really had no other choice. Seven was a honey blond, curly headed Creole girl from the Bronx. Her, herself got a full scholarship of study to NYU and jumped at the once in a lifetime opportunity just as Crater had done. They became the best of friends over the years of working with one another. Crater truly trusted her and Seven also trusted her. They both were wounded birds and supported each other in a great way.
Their show aired during the week days at noon and lasted 45 minutes an episode. The show was based on the talk of the latest things happening in America and if it affected our nation, this happening across the world. From serious matters to juicy topics and hot celebrity stars the show centered on it all. They had won many of talk show based awards for their massive views and great fans and audiences. For three years this show has brought them both pain and much deserved glory, Crater has become a true boss lady woman, due to her degree and big time career of course.
Crater strutted from the parking garage where she had just parked her car to the building of, State of The Art Inc. where the show as produced and held. In the thirty floor building Crater practically lived at the top with her own private office and assistants. She greeted everyone with a priceless smile from security guards to some fans until reaching the elevator. She pressed the arrow pointing up on the elevator and glanced at her watch with read: 10:15 AM and continued to wait patiently for the elevator doors to pull open. When the doors finally opened Crater looked up from her phone and smirked at the man getting off. Mr. Terrence Strong! NBA Brooklyn Nets star franchise player. He was the it dude of the NBA all-star squad, tall and the perfect flawless mocha chocolate skin, smooth luscious lips that could melt the back of your neck hairs straight away.
“Maliah” he greeted with a wink.
“Strong!” she replied while entering the elevator and pressing the number 30 and then typing in her four digit passcode. Terrence had turned around and watched her enter. She did a model like end of the runway pose in the center of the elevator and stared at him very seductively while the doors came to a close. When the doors opened for her to exit the elevator she was checking her email and noticed her had over 500 unread emails and needed to read and delete them. She was usually on track with those type of things but have fallen off due to her off duty personal life.
“Cray good to see you! My office girl NOW” Seven told her the minute she stepped off the elevator.
“Something wrong?” Crater asked.
“Oh its deep. Come on!” Seven replied while in-locking her arm with Craters and leading her to her office as if she didn’t know where to find it. “Terrence just left and he wanted to do his first televised interview outside of sports.”
“Why is that ‘so deep’ and worth that extra you doing right now?” Crater asked with air quotes.
“Because I want to FUCK him Crater! Duhhh focus.” Seven bluntly stated. Crater eyes went buck. Seven must get over the fact of wanting to screw Terrence. Under her watch was NEVER going to happen.
“What about Dallas? You’re supposed to be ‘fucking’ him” Crater once again air quoted. Dallas was a mixed guy with the most beautiful eyes known to man. They were green and complimented his Chris Brown type blonde hair perfectly. Dallas was defiantly the guy to go for. He had all the connections, you know, being a big name sports agent and all.
“Shut up Cray” Seven pouted as she plopped down in her office chair.
“What?” Crater chuckled.
“You said yourself, that should be strictly sex based.” She answered.
“NO! I said if he was an ass-hole or like any of the athletes he represents the yes. Strictly sex based” Crater corrected her while digging in her Gucci bag for her lipstick.
“Well Mr.T.Strong could be the one.” Seven said scooting to the edge of her seat to look into Crater’s dark brown beautiful nut shaped eyes. Crater applied her lipstick while using her phone camera as a mirror.
“If you can bag him you can have him Miss. Seven!” Crater assured her while getting up from her seat to leave the office and head to her over to get her story and a pen for the set. Seven didn’t quite understand what she meant but nodded and rose from her seat as well and followed Crater to her office.
“Mr. Paul.” She whispered from behind Crater. Crater stopped to sign a packaging notice paper that was presented to her by a young man of UPS.
“Thank You.” She said to him. He nodded and smiled at her and set off to do the exact same thing to Seven. She thanked him as well and asked him to leave it outside her office as well, and he told her he would do just that.
“What?” Crater whispered back while waving for greeting to colleagues.
“You know; you and Jeff how are ya’ll doing?” Seven questioned while entering Crater’s office and closing the glass door behind her. Crater paused and completely forgot all about Jeff. He was a MLB star that she interviewed months ago that she had stopped messing around with three months ago.
“Oh, yeah. He’s good. He’s taking me to dinner tonight?” Crater lied.
“Awe. See I need me a man like that!” Seven said.
“Ladies you’re on in 30 minutes” Stelton, one of Crater’s assistant, assured them. They both glanced at their watches and thought of where had the time gone and thanked him on his way out. They gathered their things for set and went out to greet some of the audience during the time before the show. Crater and Seven smiled big and put on a humble face for the entire nation to see, it was their job to be those types of women on camera and in public for the people. No bad press was wanted or needed; they did what they had to do and nothing less. When it worked like that the show went smoothly and took well. No worries. No complaints.
Crater walked into her condo building of, The Heights, in upper New York with a huge smile on her face. She’d just had the night of her life. Walking in the park and dinner reservations at the finest, Jelena’s. She felt like the women of the world and didn’t know how the night could get any better. She exited the elevator of her floor and ran into the man of her dreams but she wasn’t chasing after just yet, Kai Jordan. He was tall as an NBA star and slender with a muscular tone. You could naturally tell he worked out every chance he could get. He was a very light brown skinned, flawless young bachelor. He was the CEO of his father’s fortune 500 company, Jordan. He walked like he owned everything and Crater couldn’t blame him one bit. Kai had the face and the body and from what she envisioned the tattoos to. She could just float into his arms at any moment but she wanted to play the game how it goes.
“Just getting in?” he asked surprisingly.
“Yeah. Early night huh?” Crater responded while stepping off the elevator.
“Yeah for the both of us I see.” His deep voice just flowed like water from his big, pink, juicy lips. “You must’ve had a hot date or is going on one.” He smiled. Crater looked at him as if to say, ‘I wish it was with you daddy’.
She giggled and then said, “Something like that.” Then bit her bottom lip with sexiness.
“Good for you,” he laughed. “At least one of us did. I must had back to the office to take care of some things. Watch my condo for me? Make sure no one runs up in it and steal all my valuables.” He reach over and pressed the down arrow of the elevator.
“Yeah because you do have all of them.” Crater assured him while watching him step onto the elevator and press garage.
“Not all of them” he winked as he place his hands in his pockets and the elevator doors closed. Crater giggled and bit her lip and proceeded home. The only two people that lived on that top floor was him and her. One at one end and the other at another.
She entered her condo and began taking off her shoes until she heard a sudden knock at her door. Crater walked over to the peep hole of the door and was shocked at who it was. She checked her hair in the hallway mirror and made sure nothing was in her teeth. She opened it slowly but surely. He practically bomb rushed into her condo and closed the door behind him, yet bagging her into her main hallway wall which lead to her living room and other compartments of her home. She didn’t take one eye off of him. She instead wanted to kiss him heavily and with much passion, except he did it first. He crashed his sweet, pink lips into hers and kissed her hard. Crater felt as if he was trying to tell her it was the last one. But she didn’t care. He mind always screamed ‘NO!” to this man but her body always responded to his touch. He lifted her small petite body off the ground with one arm and began carrying her to the couch. Their making out was so heavy and passion filled he waited to undress her. He laid on pop of her and realized he was too tall for the white couch and set up instead. She wasted no time to straddle on top of him. He slowly began to unzip her dress. Crater felt was he was trying to do so she decided to give him as show. Crater stood to her feet and finished unzipping the strapless white dress on her own. And sexily grinded her way out of it allowing it to fall to her feet. He sat there and enjoyed every minute of the show; he admired her pureness of the body with no tattoos or anything and loved her innocent nature to the public and freakiness of the home. When it was nearly over and all Crater had to do was unhook her white laced bra he stood to his feet and instantly Crater stopped with her bra and began attacking his pants. She wanted them down and to see every inch of this man she had been missing. She watched them fall to his ankles and rubbed her hand lightly over to strong standing 8 inches of his manhood. Plus a curve. She wanted it in her right then. He picked her up again and sat back down on the couch, he easily eased her down on her hard standing man. Crater took every inch like a real woman and moaned it out. He wanted suck her nipples but she had her bra still on. He removed his hands from her waist and slid them up her back while she was grinding in circles on him. He kept trying to figure out how to unhook it but there was no luck. He sat up in leaded her against him to see but there was nothing.
“Try the front baby.” Crater spoke with so much seduction. She was determined to get him tonight. He leaned back and she stopped grinding and squeezed her boobs together to expose to front hooking of the bra. He smirked and unhooked it exposing her perfectly beautiful full chest and began sucking.
He bent her over and flipped her from front to back. He hit it in all the right places and had her screaming his name. With the ending strokes her was giving her from the back he wanted her to do something for him.
“Say my name girl.” He demanded with a yank of her hair. “SAY IT”
“Make me!” she challenged him sweetly with the perfect arch. He began pounding at her from the back hard. He screamed out “HARDERRRRR!” in between breaths. “YES BABY! FUCK MEEEE!”
“Want me to fuck you. SAY MY NAME!” he said with his deep voice and yanking a little more. He could feel himself climaxing and was feeling good. He just knew he was beating it up. Crater felt that same way. They both began working and fucked each other harder together. She was climaxing and couldn’t help herself now it just rolled off her tongue.
“TERRENCEE!!!” she yelled.
“Uhhhmmmmm” Terrence Strong moaned in pleasure releasing her hair and falling onto the floor. “Your good” he told her while breathing heavy.
“You damn right. T.Strong.” Crater replied cockily while flopping down on top of him.
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