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What the fuck did I just do?

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“You sure I can’t get you a glass of peach sweet tea? You know I make the best sweet tea in town.” Fifty-two-year-old Erica Rickshaw asked Trey with a flirtatious grin as he worked on repairing her dryer.

While she was still a gorgeous, average-height woman in her late fifties, Trey could see that she used to be a real beauty in her heyday. Her short jet-black hair, light brown eyes, high cheekbones, and rum-toned skin that encased her slim shape let him know that she wasn’t used to men turning down her advances. Regardless of their age. But Trey didn’t give a fuck.

Not only was he not into the cougar life, but only two women had managed to get and keep his attention in his thirty-eight years of life. One was back home wishing she hadn’t fucked up what they had, and one was currently avoiding the fuck out of him since riding his dick changed her gotdamn life. Erica, along with almost two dozen other women that lived in this small-ass town he’d moved to, had been doing everything they could to get his attention to hopefully score a date or just some of his dick. Trey declined as politely as he could, but some of the women were bold as fuck and relentless as fuck. Which would eventually provoke another side of him that he knew would cause them to look at him as if he’d grown two heads.

This was the third time Erica’s thirsty ass had offered him some tea, and he was two minutes from telling her that she needed to drink that shit and go cool the fuck off somewhere. Normally, Trey was mean, standoffish, and an asshole right out the gate, but he didn’t think that shit would go over too well when he was not only new in town but was the only service technician in Pleasureville Bay and the neighboring town until he hired more workers.

“Uh, that’s nice of you, Ms. Rickshaw, but I’m fine. I keep a water bottle in my trunk when I get thirsty. But thank you again for the hospitality,” he chuckled inwardly.

This was his twelfth service call today and his tenth time being offered damn tea. Trey didn’t have a problem with sweet tea. In fact, he loved it. But his horny ass clients were another story altogether. At this point, he wouldn’t put it past his clients not to try and drug him just to ride his dick. With how these women had been carrying on, all their actions were suspect. These women were ready to do whatever just to hop on his dick.

“Alright then, but if you change your mind about that drink,” Erica licked her lips and winked at him before sashaying across the room back toward the kitchen. “Or if you need anything else from me, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Actually, I’m all done. Your dryer is in working order again,” Trey said as he stood, turned on the dryer, and began gathering his tools and placing them back into his work bag. “So if you can just sign this service call receipt for me, I'll be on my way.” He smiled, powered off the dryer, and handed her his phone to get her electronic signature.

“Oh, okay, sure.” Disappointment was now etched across her face as she signed her name on the dotted line. “Well, I appreciate you for stopping by and doing your job.”

“No problem. Please don’t hesitate to call Total Health Home Appliance Repair again if you have any more issues.”

“I’ll probably be fine, but thanks.” She mumbled in a snarky tone.

“A’ight,” he tipped his basketball hat, shot her that gorgeous smile of his, and got the hell out of dodge.

Trey wasn’t even out the door good before she damn near closed the thing on his back. Laughing, he shook his head and kept it moving. He was just glad to get the fuck up out of her crib. He thought that her ass was a little too up in age to be feeling some typa way because she couldn’t get none of his young dick, but he just shrugged that shit off, hopped in his ride, and headed to his last service call for the day. He was relieved that this day was almost over so he could sit back and chill with a couple of blunts.

The day had been a long and stressful one that wasn’t too much unlike any other day since the day he’d started working in Pleasureville Bay, but for what felt like the umpteenth time, he questioned his decision to move here to give himself a fresh start. In the short time he’d been here, he’d seemed to have more beef with folks than he’d ever had when he lived back home in Michigan. While Trey wasn’t one to run from a physical or mental fight and never would, he was all about living a quiet and peaceful life. He wanted to get married, have a few kids, and travel the world until the man upstairs turned him back to dust.

But since being here, he either ran into niggas who weren’t real men and who seemed extremely insecure in his presence or chicks who wanted to use him to make other niggas jealous or to fuck him before another woman did. It was normal shit, really, but intensified by how small the town was. He’d always heard of small-town drama, but shit here was crazy. Though, what bothered him most was these service calls with these aggressive-ass, horny-ass, lonely-ass women. The ones who were married, in relationships, single, or all muthafuckin’ three. The last thing Trey was trying to do was kill a nigga for coming after him about his bitch, a bitch crying rape because he refused to give her the dick, or a nigga feeling insecure enough to approach him with ill intentions.

With the shit he’d seen in his life, Trey didn’t put shit past anyone he felt a typa way about. These were wild ass times, and muthafuckas were out for self and what all they had over the next person. As he pulled up to the only service call he didn’t mind showing up to and had been looking forward to all day, Trey decided to give Pleasureville a little more time before doing a final reevaluation of his move.

Pushing his troubled thoughts to the back burner, he felt relief and excitement wash over him as he approached the front door. Grinning as he rang the doorbell, Trey thought it ironic that he’d happily drink whatever flavored tea or whatever other beverage the woman who lived on the other side of the door wanted to give him. Especially if it was some of her pussy juice.

“Trey,” Bleu greeted him as she opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. Nervously, she pushed her hair away from her face while silently begging her body to calm the fuck down. Trey’s cologne immediately caused her to stifle a moan. “Thanks for coming, especially with all the bad blood between us.”

“Wassup, gorgeous?” Trey smiled, then tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and took a deep breath. Since Bleu put all that pussy on him, he hadn’t been able to think of shit else but the way she coated his dick in her creamy cum. The fact that she smelled like a fresh shower and sweet pears only made him want to take her ass down right there in the fucking doorway. “No problem. Ain’t no bad blood between us, though. You just struggling wit’ all the unchecked sexual energy you got for me. Once you handle that, shit gon’ be gravy between us.”

“Trey, I don’t have any⁠—”

“Aye, you too fuckin’ gorgeous to be doin’ all that lying. The sooner you admit you like my dick up in you, the sooner I can make you cum all over it again. So you’re having a problem with your dishwasher?” he asked, purposely changing the subject as his gaze skated over every inch of her body.

The short ass powder blue nightie she had on that had the words, Grumpy But Gorgeous written across the bust area, caused his dick to immediately stand at attention. Especially when he followed behind her to the kitchen and watched her ass cheeks clap with every step she took.

“Yeah,” Rolling her eyes, Bleu released a defeated sigh. “It started leaking water last week and stopped working a few days ago.”

“A’ight.” He placed his tool bag on the tiled floor in front of the sink and opened the dishwasher. “Let’s see what’s going on here.”

“If you need anything from me, Trey, I’ll be on the back porch,” Bleu said, massaging the back of her neck. Being near him was doing shit to her body that she absolutely didn’t want to acknowledge. She figured some space between them would settle her thirsty ass coochie.

“Cool.” He glanced up at her after opening the dishwasher to inspect it. “But what I need from you⁠—”

“Nope,” Bleu shook her head. “I’m not about to go there with you today. Bye.”

Trey chuckled as he followed her ass down the hall until she disappeared onto her back porch. He found it ironic that Bleu was the only woman he wanted to give the dick to in town, and she was acting like she didn’t want it. Like she wasn’t just riding his dick like she was training for a damn rodeo contest not even twenty-four hours ago. For what felt like the hundredth time today, he could barely focus on the work he’d been doing because of the way the intense sex flashbacks with Bleu’s sexy ass kept assaulting him. He had to take a minute to pull himself together and get his mind right before he could focus his attention on what the hell he was doing.