Lickin' License by Intelligent Allah Page A

I'm coming!”
    Rich slammed into her more forceful each time he stroked until Vanessa came seconds before he did. He fell back on the pillows, exhausted, his dick sore. Vanessa crawled on top of him and kissed on his neck. “I don't know where you been, but I'm not letting you go anywhere,” she whispered in his ear.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
CANDY
     
    Candy was inside of her office the following morning when Leah walked inside carrying her laptop.
    “Hey, girl,” Leah said, hugging Candy. She pointed at Candy's desk. “Can I sit down? Ineed to show you something.”
    “Go 'head,” Candy said.
    Leah set her laptop on Candy's desk and sat down. She began browsing the Internet. “When I woke up this morning, I had an idea for your business,” she said as she logged onto a website dedicated to entrepreneurship and labor practices. She began pointing out statistics about the field Candy was considering.
    “This is gonna be hell trying to really get this business up and running, while I'm holding down the shop,” Candy said.
    “You know I'm always here to help.”
    “I know. Thanks.”
    “But believe me,” Leah looked up from the computer screen and into Candy's eyes, “if this new business gets up and running how I predict, you'll be making so much money, you're gonna wanna get rid of this shop. It'll just be slowing you down.”
    “Maybe—”
    Leah cut her words short. “There's no maybe. I'm telling you. Numbers don’t lie.”
    “We'll see.” Candy looked at her watch. “Everybody should be up front by now.” She stood up and Leah followed suit. They went to the front of the shop and began conversing with Meisha and Chanel. A minute later, Vanessa strolled inside. Although Candy had not known Vanessa long, she knew the look on her face well. The smile that displayed more teeth than usual, the glimmer of her eyes, the glow of a woman whose heart and mind were reenergized—it was a look that came from good sex, love or a combination of both.
    “How's everyone doing?” Vanessa asked.
    Meisha sped over to her. “Girl, have a seat, breathe slow and let it out.”
    “You act like she's having a baby,” Candy said, as Meisha sat Vanessa in her chair. “Calm down.”
    Meisha looked at Vanessa. “Last night. Give it up. Size first. Can he fill out a Magnum?”
    “All the way,” Vanessa said, with a smile. “I didn't know if I was gonna be able to take it all.”
    “Well, you was limping a little bit when you walked in here,” said Meisha with a laugh.
    “I take it he pleased you,” Leah stated matter of factly.
    Vanessa closed her eyes and nodded. “He just took control, giving orders. I loved it.”
    “I hope you be careful. Don’t get sprung,” Leah said.
    “Been trying to tell her ass that since she met him,” Chanel shook her head, like a mother upset with her child.
    Meisha turned to Chanel. “You need to stop hatin'!”
    Chanel rolled her eyes. “Heifer, you just talking shit 'cause you got lips.”
    “Anyway,” Meisha said, turning back to Vanessa. “Did he take you to the penthouse?”
    “The terrace. Twenty-one floors, stars in the sky, just beautiful. It went down while we were looking down on Central Park.”
    “Oh my God.” Meisha began jumping around, her curly hair swinging wildly, as she covered her mouth with her hands. She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them wider . “I ain't never seen Central Park from that high, and you had your back dug out from up there? Bless your soul.”
    Candy fumed silently as she listened to how Rich had begun destroying the hopes she had for her and Vanessa. She had managed to gain Vanessa's trust through conversations they had during Vanessa's two weeks in the shop. But Candy had not moved in on the intimate level it would take to make Vanessa hers. She was still feeling her out and waiting for some personal time alone with her. Despite the women in the shop knowing that she was attracted to Vanessa on first sight,