Chapter 1
Kayla POV
My name is Kayla Mercer I’m a 28yrs old African American New York native. I’m 5"3 with more tits than I need and a grab-able butt. I work as a nurse in a Brooklyn hospital and I love it. I have a madness thing for singer Trey Songz, this man is sexy but then he pisses me off. He has an ego the size of California and I don’t like that. I also don’t like that he has not that many morals, he has no problem with banging married women. It’s not cute to be known as Mr. Steal your girl. Therefore I have a plan and it’s crazy. I’m going to make Trey Songz my sex slave. I know some of yall are like this chick is crazy but I’m not. I figure that men always have women submit to them but women can’t have guys submit to them. I personally thought Fifty Shades would be better if the lady was the one in charge. I’m really tired of sexism and double standards.
Anyway, Trey is in town for the weekend so I’m going to make my move.
My girls and I are looking like our 20s(10 more points cause we BBW) and the bouncer immediately let us in the club. My friends know the plan is in total support of me. Which is good because I need them as decoys and accomplices to make this work. If I was to come by myself, I wouldn’t stand a chance at getting Trey’s attention with thirsty groupies around.
My friends and I separate inside the club because everyone has a part.
While they are carrying out the mission I stay in a corner drinking a vodka and cranberry watching Trey. I watch as one by one my friends go into the V.I.P section. Now it’s time to make my move. I confidently stroll into the V.I.P after flirting with a fine-ass bouncer that is guarding the area. I actually gave him my number cause shit this Trey thing might not work out and a lady needs options. My friends greet me and Nadia makes the introductions.
“Kayla baby you wanna try my new liquor?”
“Yes I have some before and I love it. pour me some.”
We drink, laugh, and flirt. The club is about to close and I’m about to get my one-on-one time with Trey. His friends are leaving with my friends.
“Come on baby, let’s go.”
“Okay, Trey.”
After 2o minute car ride we are at his hotel room. As soon as we instead I take control, which is easy since he is drunk. I get him undressed and he is naked and ready.
“You going to give me a show?”
“Oh yes.”
I grab his hands and handcuff him to the bed. I had the handcuffs in my bra.
“Wtf? I’m not into this kinky shit.”
“I’m not going to let you go right now. I have a proposition for you.”
“I’m not giving you money or helping you get signed.”
“Haha. I don’t want that. I want you. I want you to be my sub.”
“Lady I don’t want you and I’m not going to be your slave.”
“Well, I will convince you otherwise.”
I say all of this while I’m on top of him. I take his boxers off then I grab some lube/oil. I rub it all over his dick and balls all the while he is trying not to moan.
“This shit is tingling."
“That means it’s working."
“What are you going to do to me?"
“Nothing. You don’t want me right."
“Nah. It’s tingling more, do something."
“Nope. I won’t help you till you say the magic words."
“Please Kayla, make me cum. It’s so painful."
I smile and get to work. I give him the best hand job of his life. When he cums, it shoots right onto the wall.
Then he passes out and once he is deep sleep, I uncuff him. I leave my info just in case he ever wants to reconsider my offer. I know he won’t get me arrested because this situation would embassies him more than me.
