The Agency

Chapter 3: Mr. Lee Comes Through

Mr. Lee and I go another round before I get up to get showered. My body is sore and my legs are basically numb as I head to get the twins from daycare. Did I really just go multiple rounds with Mr. Lee?? How will this work? I won’t be able to look Ms. Wilkins in the eye. That’s her brother. I need to find somewhere else to stay and a job.

“Mommy!!” the kids scream in unison as they see me walk inside the daycare. “Hey babies! How was your day?” “Good,” says Mia. “I got in trouble,” says Matt. “You did?” I ask. Please don’t let my baby get put out this daycare. “Yes,” he says. “I forgot to put away my toys.” “Well, you’ll remember next time,” I say. We gather their things and walk home. “Mommy, we’re hungry,” they say. “Y’all are always hungry,” I say. “We’ll get something when we get home.”

I find some cookies in the cabinet for the kids to snack on. Otherwise, our shelves are pretty bare. Working at the grocery store allowed me to run a tab when money got thin. Lamar ruined that. I wonder if he ever got off that floor. I think to myself. He’d probably s**t himself knowing I let Mr. Lee get it, but turned him down. The situation was different. I chose to f**k Mr. Lee. He didn’t coerce me.

There’s a knock at my door. I’m not expecting anyone. Ms. Wilkins doesn’t visit anymore since she had her stroke. “Go to your room and close the door,” I tell the kids. “Don’t come out unless I come get you.” “Who is it?” I call out. No answer. I open the door a crack. It’s Mr. Lee. “Jas, I brought you something.” “Huh?” I open the door and he’s holding two grocery bags filled with food and the snacks that the kids like. He walks in and places them on the table. “You didn’t have to do that,” I say. “You’re welcome, sweetie.” Sweetie??! Yeah. I gotta move.

He looks me up and down. When we got home, I changed into a thin dress that I sleep in. It leaves nothing to the imagination. “Where are the babies?”he asks. “In their bedroom.” He picks me up and carries me to my bedroom. “You gotta control yourself this time girl,” he whispers into my ear. “You keep taking care of me and I’ll take care of y’all.” He slides the spaghetti straps down on my dress exposing my breasts. He grabs one and begins to suck the n****e. He pushes me to my knees and pulls out his d**k. It seems even bigger now that it’s fully in my face. “Suck it for daddy,” he says. “Be my w***e!” “What??” I say looking up at him in disbelief. “Suck my d**k, Jas!” He shoves my head on top of him. “Open wider for daddy!” He smacks my ass. I manage to take in every single inch of him. He runs his fingers through my hair. “That’s right baby,”he moans. I am gagging but he continues to guide me back and forth. When he lets go, I let up and use my hands to heighten his pleasure. I run his p***s between my breast and focus my mouth on the tip. He shifts and begins to pump into my mouth. I look up at him. His eyes—the ones that are normally brown—are as black as onyx. An icy chill comes over my body. He explodes in my mouth. I try to pull away but he grabs me and pulls me onto the bed. “Oh baby girl,” his voice comes out in a deep growl, “We are just getting started!”

He spreads my legs and plunges his d**k deep into me. How is he already hard??! He pins my arms over my head. His thrusts are powerful but slower and rhythmic. I again look into his eyes and they are as black as coal. “Don’t worry Jas. I won’t hurt you baby,” he says as he puts a breast in his mouth. I am afraid but on the cusp of orgasm. I moan and he covers my mouth. “The babies!” he says. He begins to kiss my neck and then plays with my c**t. I shudder as I explode from the inside out. He begins to shake and gives me a sinister smile as he releases his entire load inside of me.

He helps me to the bathroom and turns on the shower. “The warm water will help you feel better. I will make us something to eat,” he says. I am confused. I take a quick shower, throw on some clothes, and head up the hallway. I hear Mia and Matt laughing. “Do it again, Mr. Lee!” They are all seated at the table eating and “Mr. Lee” is making funny faces and voices. “There’s your mommy,” he says. His eye are back to their normal brown color. I take a seat at the table. Is it me or is he looking younger than he did when he brought the groceries in? Clearly, I need a good night’s sleep cause that’s not possible.

We eat dinner and I put the kids to bed. When I come out of their room, Mr. Lee is still there. However, he definitely does not look like the old man I’m accustomed to seeing. This man is handsome with broad shoulders, wavy salt and pepper hair, and brown eyes. He stands straighter and his 6’7 frame casts an even greater presence over me. He is drinking a cup of coffee. Why has he made himself so at home here? He motions to a cup on the table. “Drink it. You’ll feel better”. It’s the same deep voice that surprised me in the bedroom.

“Who or what are you??” I ask. He laughs, “Baby girl, it’s me Mr. Lee!” Instantly he changes into the old man I seduced earlier today. I think I’m gonna pass out. “Get out!” I say—trying to not be loud. Instantly, he’s the younger version. “Sit down Jasmine! I won’t ask you again. No one is here to hurt you.”