The Pleasure Trap by Niobia Bryant

her hips in fast and furious pumps that quickly drove him to an explosive nut that made him holler from his gut. “I’m very sure,” she said, standing up on the bed and leaving his dick blowing in the wind before she hopped down off the bed with the blunt still in her hand.
    â€œShit,” Graham swore, closing his eyes as the last of his nut left him in a jolt that was draining.
    â€œI cannot have too much of this,” she said, leaving the lit blunt in the ashtray atop her ornate wooden nightstand before turning to walk away.
    Moments later, he heard the shower in her adjoining bathroom start with an echoing blast. Just the thought of the water hitting against her body almost— almost —made his desire for her kick into second gear. Sitting up, he pushed a few of the many pillows on the bed behind his head and shoulders as he reached for the remote and the blunt. Bending one leg and pressing his size thirteen foot into the plush pillow-top of the bed, he smoked the blunt and flipped through the channels of the plasma television on the opposite wall.
    As he watched a rerun of Sanford and Son , he blazed through half of the blunt easily, glad that the laced weed didn’t affect him the way it had when Joy introduced it to him a week ago. His tongue and his extremities had gone numb and the back of his head tingled as his heart pounded like crazy. He chuckled at how the high coupled with the fear nearly blew his mind.
    Graham was carefully putting out the embers of the tip of the blunt when Joy strolled back into the bedroom with a plush pink towel wrapped around her honey-toned body with her blond hair up in a loose topknot. She stopped and looked at him in amazement.
    â€œWhat’s your plans for the day besides thinking you gone lay in my bed all day?” she asked, releasing the towel from her glorious body and quickly patting away the dampness from her skin.
    Graham’s focus was on the slight jiggle of her breasts and thighs as she moved. “So you kicking me out?” he asked. “Shee-it, I was ’bout to make me a sandwich.”
    Joy balled up the massive towel and fired it at him.
    Graham caught it easily in one large hand.
    â€œListen, there are many things I’m open to doing, but taking care of a grown man is not one of them,” she said, as she removed a pale peach bra-and-thong set from one of the drawers of her dresser.
    â€œI took care of you all week, though,” he said, briefly flipping back the sheet and looking pointedly down at his now lifeless and spent dick.
    Joy quickly pulled on the lingerie and walked into her closet. “Sex don’t pay the bills, Six-Nine,” she called out.
    Bills? She charging me for the drugs and sex now? The hell . . . ?
    Frowning, Graham simultaneously wiped his face with his hands and elongated his frame, causing his feet to dangle off the edge of the queen-sized bed.
    â€œGo to work,” Joy said, leaving the closet and hanging the outfit she held on the ladies’ valet by the framed full-length mirror leaning against the wall.
    Using the well-developed muscles of his stomach, he sat up in the middle of the bed as he raked his fingers through his slender dreads. His broad shoulders were already feeling the fatigue of the weed and the nut . . . until the coke would kick in and give him new life. “Work ain’t a part of my plan right about now,” he admitted.
    Joy paused in spraying her pulse points with the perfume he had come to love to smell on her skin. “I hope laying up in my apartment isn’t either,” she said before disappearing into the bathroom again.
    â€œFuck it, then.” Graham kicked away the crisp cotton sheets entangled in his legs before shifting to sit on the edge. “It was fun while it lasted.”
    His dreads lightly swung back and forth across his chiseled cheeks as he stood and made his way across the hardwood floors to the bathroom. Her shower