The Young Master and his Ebony Slave (Part One) - Sex Stories

The Young Master and his Ebony Slave (Part One)

... ignition. She hooked her phone into the charger and blasted the radio. Fall Out Boys “Immortals” blared through the speakers. “Hell yeah! This is my shit!” Rolling down the windows, she put the car in reverse, backed up and then put it into drive. She peeled out of the parking lot, her eyes scanning the shops to see if she would spot the young man. When she didn’t, she just shook her head and exited the shopping mall and onto the main road. “Jessie, you just don’t understand though! I’ve been working there for over a year and I’m still not getting the credit that I deserve!” “Listen Den, I know that you’re working your ass off, but do you honestly think that they really care for you there?” Denise was in the middle of her kitchen in the middle of making dinner for herself. Her husband wasn’t going to home that night, on a last minute project for his job. She sighed as she stared at her laptop, her best friend on video chat with her. Setting down the small knife she was using to slice cucumbers for her salad, she sat down at the table and stared at her friend. “I know, but I feel that if I do work hard enough, I might just get promoted.” Jessie shook her head and nibbled on some orange slices. In the background, Denise could see the large 50” flat screen that was in her living room. Jessie’s German Shepherd, Willow and Chocolate Lab, Buffy, sat on the couch their tails wagging as an anime played on the screen. Denise giggled at the sight and went back to focus on her ...

... friend. “Den, we’ve known each other since what? 8th grade? And we both know exactly what’s going to happen: you’re going to work your ass off. Then when you feel as if you’re going to get what you deserve, you get excited and hyped up. All too soon, you find out that your best wasn’t good enough, you get pissed off, and then quit.” Jessie’s dark green eyes burned into Denise’s. ‘She right. I always get pissed and angry when I don’t get what I rightfully deserve.’ She dropped her head onto the table and started to whine. “But Jessie! I don’t want to quit! I love working there. The customers that come in are so nice and sweet. Plus I really do enjoy the clothing.” Jessie giggled. “I know you love it there. But honestly sweetie, is working there really going to make you happy in the long run?” Denise shrugged. “Maybe… I don’t know.” A clicked and the shutting of a door could be heard on Jessie’s end. “Hey babe, I’m home.” Jessie’s fiancé walked into the camera view, wearing his waiter uniform. His short blonde hair combed back and showing his cool blue eyes. “Oh, hey Denny!” He kissed Jessie on the forehead and chuckled. “I told to stop calling me that Matt!” She raised her head and glared at him. “Oh you love it.” He smiled at her and looked back down at Jessie. “I’m going to get started on dinner ok?” “Well then, that’s my cue to help him. We both know that he’s helpless in the kitchen.” “Hey! Don’t hate on my cooking skills!” He left the screen. “Talk to you later Denny!” “I’m ...