Behind Every Boss There's a Bae by Phillis Forrest
Behind Every Boss There’s A Bae
CHAPTER ONE
Sinister
Sinister born Harold Clements watched his father blow his mother’s brains out when she attempted to leave him for another man. His last words to Harold as he sat on the couch with his mother’s brain matter sliding down the side of his face, “Never let another man take your women away from you like you some little punk ass bitch! When you have a woman you own her ass, unless you decide you don’t want her no more, then you take her damn life before you allow her to walk out on you! You hear me son! You kill that Bitch!” That’s when Harold noticed all the blood on his father’s clothes, and with that being said he turned the gun on himself. Harold sat there watching his father struggle for air, blood squirted from the gunshot wound in his neck, and he was paralyzed from what had just happened in front of him. Coming out of the shock of his father killing his mother and what his father said to him, he pried the gun from his father’s fingers and shot him twice in the chest. “You took my mother away from me. I’m not a little punk ass bitch!” Harold whispered.
Harold became the ward of the state at the age of 15. He moved in with a women named Jody Becker; she took in wayward boys that lost their families in tragic situations. Being paid by the State her responsibilities were to clothe them, feed them, get them back and forth to school, doctor, dentist and any counseling session they were scheduled for.
Jody Becker, a 35 year old ex school teacher, was fired from a Jr. High School out in California for an affair she had with a 14 year old student. After serving her time in a women correctional facility for sexual misconduct of a minor, she changed her identity and moved to Detroit, MI where her sick ailing grandmother resided. When her grandmother died, she left Jody her mini mansion in the small community of the Boston-Edison off of Chicago Rd. Jody was a sexual predator. She took in these young inexperienced youths, gave her special attention to each individual boy and controlled them with her sexual deviancy. She ruled her household with an iron fist; she didn’t allow any slacking around. The boys were required to do housework, yardwork, go to school and keep up their grades. These rules were to be followed to the letter because she couldn’t afford to have DPS snooping around or anyone suspicious of her lifestyle; these rules kept her and her sexual deviancy under the radar.
Jody was a very attractive woman, who wore a long auburn weave with blonde tips, and had milk chocolate colored skin with bedroom eyes, full lips and a body to die for. She was an epitome of a black women, nice full hips with a small waist and bountiful breast. She was a site for sore eyes living in a house full of young coming-to-age boys. They gawked at her as she walked around like a stripper in booty shorts, tank tops and revealing lingerie. Jody had a penchant for young boys. She got a kick out of teasing and tantalizing these young, innocent boys. She never felt that her sexual acts with young boys was wrong. What young boy wasn’t happy to have their dick sucked and pussy handed to them on a silver platter at that age? They were more than happy to succumb to her wishes, when-ever, where-ever. The mansion was large enough for each boy to have their own room with attached bathrooms. They shared the living area and had access to the basement that housed their entertainment room, which included a large flat screen TV, pool table, play station, and bar. Her room sat on the opposite side of the mansion with her own personal living quarters, which included the main living room and dining room, kitchen, master bathroom with a Jacuzzi and sauna, and a separate entry to the front door, garage and basement.
Jody housed six boys comfortably, 3 sixteen year olds, 2 seventeen year olds and Harold. The boys were required to leave after the age of 18 because at that age they were too old for her and legally she could put them out without any repercussion. The first time she met Harold Clements, she was excited about deflowering his young body and mind. Harold stood about 5’9”, at 15 years old, he had a quietness about him that she liked. His root beer-colored eyes and the way he licked his lips when he got nervous made her body warm and tingle between her legs.
Two days after he arrived it was Harold’s 16th birthday and Jody threw him a birthday party in the basement; music was playing and she hired a couple of young strippers to come and show the boys a good time. Everyone was drunk and high and feeling really good. Jody came down in one of her revealing outfits with five-inch stiletto heels, giving the young girls some competition. Grabbing Harold by the hand, she guided him to her private room, lite with candles and soft music. She pushed him down on the bed as she walked over to a switch on the wall, clicked the button and a pole lowered out of the ceiling. Jody fixed them both a drink and lit a blunt. They passed it back and forth between them until it was gone. Harold followed her big round ass that sat high on her back as she walked to the pole and started to gyrate her body and twerk low to the floor. Harold adjusted himself in his pants as she crawled on her hands and knees toward him. His heart started racing and his palms were sweating as he tried to say something but Jody pressed her fingers to his lips and shushed him. Sitting up on his elbows he slowly laid the rest of his body down as Jody crawled on top of him and straddle his manhood. She rocked back and forth on his young member. Feeling his nice size aroused her, she slipped his sweat pants down to his ankles and scooted his ass down to the end of the bed. She slid down to her knees, stroked his dick till pre cum leaked and ran her tongue over the head as Harold whimpered. Jody took his whole dick in her mouth and ran her tongue over his nuts and felt his legs tremble. She felt the head of his dick swell and the veins restrict which only heighted her excitement, she sucked and slurped as Harold twisted and turned his head and screamed, “OH GOD! OH GOD! forming his lips into an O, she felt his love serum squirt down her throat as she continued to suck till the last drop. Jody started to jack his dick until it got hard again, she raised up off her knees, closed his legs, turned around, with her legs on the outside and directed him into her flower from the back. The feeling of her silk caused tears to roll down Harold’s face, his body had never felt such pleasure. It took her a second to adjust to his size, none of the other boys measured up to his girth. She rocked back and forth, rotated her hips, and slid up and down slowly so he could get a good view of his dick sliding in and out of her flower. Harold did something that surprised Jody, he grabbed her hips and held her still and commenced to pounding away at her inside. Her body started to sweat, she felt light headed as he kept digging away at her G spot and felt her pussy pulsate and thick cream ooze all over his dick. Noticing Jody’s reaction and the feeling of his rod going in deeper, he lifted his torso and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to meet his thrust. Jody was in ecstasy and enjoyed the power he had over her. Feeling in control, he felt like a man. She met him stroke for stroke when she stood up on her legs and bent at the waist till her hands touched the floor. He stood to his feet, placed his hands on her back for leverage and slammed in and out of her. He was unable to handle the assault he was putting down on her when he felt her pussy muscle wrap around his manhood, he howled to the moon and pumped furiously. Jody started begging, “FUCK ME LITTLE NIGGA! FUCK ME!” She felt her legs buckling when she felt her fourth orgasms. Harold shot his load at the same time and they both lost their balance and fell to the floor, trying to catch their breath. Harold had a couple of aftershocks and curled up in the fetal position with his arms folded. Jody looked over at him in bewilderment, digesting how he just handled her.
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Jody used the boys in her house for her own sexual gratification. The next night she and Harold were in the middle of having sex when her door opened. Jody was riding Harold when Cortez entered the room. Cortez let his sweat pants drop to the floor and stroked himself hard while he wat
Jody continued to summon the boys night after night. The sex between the three of them got wilder and crazier. Harold began to take control of the bedroom, and Jody allowed it because she found his leadership attractive. The next night when Jody summoned them, Harold came in the room already controlling how things were going to go. Jody suck them off at the same time while one played with her titties and the other played with her pussy. Harold and Cortez sandwiched Jody that night. With Jody in the middle, Cortez entered Jody as she sat on top of him and Harold entered her in her ass. Cortez could feel the friction of Harold’s through the thin membrane of Jody’s body as the both rode Jody. Jody enjoyed the euphoria that came over her as these two young men pounded away at her flower. She cursed and screamed with pleasure as she bit down on Cortez’s shoulder. Once she couldn’t take it anymore she released her juices, which heighted Harold and Cortez’s nut that was building. Jody could feel another wave come over her as Harold and Cortez continued stabbing in and out of her. The friction from both sliding in and out of Jody’s wetness turned them into two wild animals; the three of them released and laid there panting.
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Harold and Cortez had gotten really close. They smoked, drank and threw back shots of Henny as they cracked jokes and imitated each other when they were fucking Jody. Cortez notice a sadness in Harold’s eyes. “Yo Nigga! What up with the puppy dog eyes?” Harold revealed to Cortez he was in love with Jody and the sadness he felt knowing that it was time for him to leave. Cortez teased him about being a pussy whipped nigga, and they busted out laughing.
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Jody and Harold’s sexscapes continued night after night. She stopped calling on the other boys unless it was to join in. Jody couldn’t get enough of him and the same for him. Even though it was just sex for Jody, Harold had fallen madly in love with her. Harold strolled through the house like he was ‘the man’, antagonizing the other boys, being really aggressive with her in front of the others and gesturing sexual advances. Even though Harold had grown into a sexual stallion, after a while she started growing tired of him. He started maturing into a grown man, his boyish looks faded and that started to disgust her. Nearing his 18th birthday she told him it was time for him to start preparing to leave the nest. Jody was use to the boys getting emotional, but Harold became argumentative. She slowly weaned herself from his sex. She started ignoring him, avoiding him, turning down his advances and when she did have sex with Harold she involved Cortez, her way of balancing out their interaction.
The night before his 18th birthday, Harold stormed into her room, which was totally out of order. Jody was dripping wet coming out of the shower when he entered the room and shut and locked the door.
“What are you doing here Harold, you know you’re not allowed on this side of the house, especially in my room without being invited, GET OUT NOW!” Jody scolded.
Harold eyes watered, “I’m not ready to leave, I want to stay here with you?”
“Harold we’ve already had this conversation, your time here is over, NOW GET OUT!”
“NO! I’m not leaving! I use to be your favorite!” He started to walk towards her with blood shot eyes and a grimace on his face. Jody became frighten and aroused at the same time. Jody went to the phone to call the other boys to handle him. There was a knock on the door and Harold realized she was waiting on Cortez to join her. His heart shattered and he became full of rage. Harold grabbed Jody by her neck and whispered, “Get rid of him!” Jody stuck her head out the door and directed Cortez back to his room without an explanation. Once the door was shut, Harold hauled off and slapped Jody, “YOU TRYING TO REPLACE ME BITCH?” He grabbed Jody and threw her on the bed, stripped his clothes off and pounced on her. She pleaded for him to stop, and that she no longer warranted his touch only fueled his anger more. He flipped her on her stomach with the intention of entering her dryness roughly but to his surprise she was soak and wet. He pounded away at her womanhood but instead of causing her pain, Jody was enjoying it, panting, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!” Harold became angry, flipped her over and started slapping and choking her as he continued to pound away at her pussy. He felt her pussy getting wetter and her walls tightening, he lifted up into a push-up position with both his hands wrapped around her neck. He felt the vibration in her vagina walls that caused more anger and excitement in his loin, “IMMA KILL YOU BITCH! NO ONE WILL HAVE YOU! NO ONE!” At first this excited Jody, the way he pounded at her pussy and held onto her neck, but she eventually was unable to breathe. The look in his eyes told her that he was not in his head and he didn’t even recognize her anymore. He had become the devil right before her eyes. As she felt herself losing consciousness, she clawed at his arms and hands. Seeing the fear in her eyes only fueled his excitement. At the moment he felt his nut rise in his belly, he yanked himself out of her, jacked his dick and came all over her like the whore she was. Collapsing on top of her, waiting to catch his breath he realized she wasn’t breathing. He looked at her, her eyes were red and bugged out, her skin was a bluish purple. Jody was dead. He lifted up off of her, put back on his clothes as he admired his handy work and said, “I ain’t no little punk ass Bitch!”
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Harold calmly scanned the room looking for an answer for what his next move was. He knew he had to get rid of her body. Harold grabbed her keys and drove to the nearest 24-hour Walmart to pick up lawn size trash bags, large sheets of plastic that used to cover windows to winterize your home with, a hunting knife and heavy duty tape. Upon his return, he spread the plastic on the bare part of the floor and laid her body on top. Harold started to cut her body up, starting with her smallest extremities, removing limbs, breaking bones, and bending the torso of her body and taping it together to keep it in that position. Blood squirted everywhere as he cut through veins, arteries, skin and bones. He wasn’t fazed by his action being that he felt the way Jody treated him she deserved what she got. The words of his father validated him as he attended the task at hand, “Never let another man take your women away from you like you some little punk ass bitch When you have a woman you own her ass, unless you decide you don’t want her no more, you take her life before you allow her to walk out on you! You hear me son! You kill that Bitch!” You would have thought he would have been an emotional mess, but to Harold, his father’s words once again only justified his actions. “She deserved this! This was her fault!” he chanted in his mind. It took Harold five hours to complete his clean-up task. Once he got the body parts as small as he could, he doubled the garbage bag and put her body parts in the large lawn bags, carefully removing the plastic by folding the ends to hold the blood in, he dumped the plastic in a new trash bag that he doubled also. Still not quite light outside he removed the bags from the house and took them to the garage. Harold was released from the house as of his 18th birthday, he stayed long enough to clean himself up, pack his things, made sure that the trash got picked up, and he left.
CHAPTER TWO
Meeting Money
Monique Money Davis was raised by a crack addicted mother. Her mother took up with a 21 year-old crack dealer named Harold “Sinister” Clements. He used their home for a stash house, they cooked, stashed and sold drugs there. The crack heads paid by putting their money in the milk shoot by the side door th
Sinister was an immature, insecure little boy with abandonment issues, his way of loving was to dominate, imprison, and isolate. He ruled her mother like a prison warden and supplied her with drugs she so eagerly craved. He taunted Money by openly abusing her mother to show her that he had control. He did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. When Sinister met Jen, Money’s mother, it was strictly to sucker her into letting him and his boys use her house to sell drugs which wasn’t hard, she was already strung out on crack, but to sweeten the pie the crew paid her rent, lights and gas. He was attracted to her and you could tell before she got strung out she was a beautiful woman. That was evident the day he laid eyes on Money, a splitting image of her mother. His intention was to use her mother but captivate Money, but Money wasn’t going for that, she was street smart, older beyond her years, and arrogant.
Sinister had a hard on for Money but she was dating his best friend and the leader of his crew, 19 year old Cortez. Money was a hood chick that loved street dudes. Developed like a grown-ass women by the time she was 15, and she knew exactly how to use it. Her beautiful face, charm and her 38DD, small 24-inch waist and 38-inch wide hips that accompanied her sexy shapely muscular legs enticed Cortez immediately and they had been a couple ever since. Cortez was a half black/half Puerto Rican hood nigga that ran the stash house. Cortez loved Money but being an immature kid himself, he would show out in front of his crew by being physically and verbally abusive and his cheating caused them to fight all the time.
At the age of 18 Money experienced her first bout of mother hood. She was a young girl, still drinking, smoking weed and fighting with Cortez in addition to a blow to her stomach during one of their heated fights caused Money to go into premature labor. The three of us came out screaming at the top of our lungs two month early. My name is Christian aka Chrissy and my two sisters are Bianca aka Beany and Necola, aka Cola. Cortez was at awe with his beautiful family. He was doing well enough to provide a decent life for them so he purchased a home for them in the suburb in a city called Southfield, MI, one city over from Detroit.