Call Center Freak

by Kaylha Karrington

Genres: African American Urban

Synopsis

Take a ride with the stripper formerly known as Treasure as she transforms into a corporate woman, working what’s supposed to be a nine-to-five job—which turns out to be everything but “regular.”

Dominique Garcia, also known as Niko, has put her years of stripping in her rearview mirror. She’s traded in her eight-inch stilettoes and teeny bikinis for business suits and classy red bottom heels.

Almost immediately, Niko has all of her co-workers intrigued with her. She soon realizes they have crossed paths with her and her previous life—and they are determined to refresh her memory.

When she left the chaos of the club, Niko thought that she’d left behind all the ratchetness that she faced as a stripper. But she soon sees that working at the club may have been easier than dealing with the unexpected craziness of the call center. She finds herself in situations she has never been in before and has to use her street smarts to escape them. The corporate position was supposed to be a way to escape her previous profession, but she soon finds that when you work with Call Center Freaks, what’s supposed to be a normal day at work will never be.

Release date: April 23, 2024

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

Three Years Earlier ...

“Nigga, I can’t believe I’m about to do this shit,” Damond spoke. He had been drinking all day and was feeling rather sentimental. “Shit, I can’t believe she about to do this shit. I mean, can you imagine any woman marrying a bum-ass nigga like me? Like she’s really gonna love me forever-ever, forever-ever?”

Sean couldn’t help but cackle while he hoisted up his boy onto the balcony of the penthouse suite at the Westin Hotel. He and Damond had been partners for as long as he could remember. They did practically everything together and had chased girls, only to love ’em and leave ’em alone. And now, his partner in crime was ready to throw in the towel and finally settle down.

“Yeah, nigga, she gonna marry you all right . . . and have a shit ton of big, bobble-headed-ass babies running around here look’n just like yo’ high yella ass.” Sean shifted himself so he could try to sit Damond’s heavyweight ass in one of the patio chairs, hoping he could sober him up before the main festivities began. Sean wanted him coherent enough to be at least able to enjoy himself, even if he was too fucked up to remember any of it. Damond just kept on ranting—unaware that he was even sitting. Sean quickly ran inside, searching for a bottle of water to give Damond, something to get him sobered up quickly.

“Yeah, man, Tia really love my ass. And, nigga, she’s a good woman too. Like, bruh, she is actually smart as fuck, and-and she fine as hell. I guess you could say a nigga like me is winning. And, bruh, dem pretty-ass titties just be sittin’ at attention anytime she sees a nigga too. She be thinking that a nigga don’t notice ’em. And dat ass, my nigga. Bruh, dat ass is so phat, nigga. I swear to God, my dick be instantly getting hard on sight, ya heard me? I just love watching her ass ripple up like the ocean when I be smashing dat shit.” Damond tried to stand as he imitated a thrusting motion. Instead, he staggered, then settled back into the patio chair, beaming, when a sickening thought struck him. “Ay, man, but I’m tellin’ you now, though, she betta be hittin’ da gym wit’ er’ry one of dem big-headed-ass kids! Shiiiiit, I don’t care what she gotta do—because I ain’t fuckin’ no big, nasty, Rasputia-lookin’-ass bitch . . . Ewwww, man. I’ma throw up just thinkin’ about that shit.” He made a gagging sound when another thought crossed his mind. “But, my nigga, did I tell you ever since I taught that ho how to breathe out of her nose . . . while she giving me head . . . she been deep-throating a nigga on some supahead-type shit, man? Damn, that shit be good as fuck.”

“Who, nigga? Tia or Rasputia?” Sean asked as he returned soon enough to catch the last of Damond’s rant. He chuckled and opened the Fiji water bottle, handing it to Damond. “Here, man, just shut the fuck up and drink the damn water. You so fucked up, bruh, you ’bout to fuck around and miss the grand finale of your own party.”

“I’m saying, Sean, Sean! Supahead status, my nigga.” Damond cackled, spilling half the bottle of water on the patio. “Damn, my baby loves me. Oooh weee, I’m ’bout to marry me a supahead.” Damond snickered just thinking about Tia’s head game.

“Drink the damn water, man.” Sean had seen his boy fucked up before. College had seen the best and worst of them both . . . but this shit was ridiculous. He could only imagine what the idea of getting married was doing to his boy, and the alcohol was the only escape from the reality of it all for now. That and the nice surprise Sean had lined up—just to take everybody’s mind off the purpose of the gathering. Damond would be married by Sunday, but today was Friday, and there was nothing like that last “taste” before the Big Day.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the hotel door.

“Hey, was that the door? Somebody cut down the damn music,” Sean yelled, but nobody moved.

Knock, knock, knock.

Sean glanced back at Damond, still sitting, gazing out at the night lights, calmly drinking his water in sort of a daze.

“Hey, my nigga, come in here—off the patio. You done got enough fresh air, and besides, I got something for ya.”

Damond didn’t protest. He just stood up and wrapped his arm around Sean’s neck again. “My nigga. You know you my nigga, right?” he said, pounding Sean’s chest with the open water bottle, spilling what was left.

“Ayo, cut the muh’fuckin’ music down when my nigga say cut the muh’fuckin’ music down. My nigga say he got a surprise for me, and I’m tryin’a see, gotdammit!” Damond yelled, slurring every other word.

The music was quickly paused.

The knocking continued on the hotel room door.

“Hey, Sway, open the damn door, nigga . . . Let’s see what ‘room service’ got for the man of the hour.” Sean dragged one of the Victorian-style office chairs in the middle of the room and sat Damond down in it. The men in the room started going crazy, knowing how Damond’s crew rolled . . . It was, after all, a bachelor’s party.

Sway opened the door, and it was like the floodgates of heaven just opened.

Every woman that poured into the room looked like they belonged on the cover of an XXX magazine—the baddest of bitches that Instagram would have to offer. Five, then eight, and then twelve, nearly twenty girls filled the room. The group of guys began to make way, parting like the Red Sea as the twenty sexy-ass females made a circle around Damond’s throne. The women lined themselves up by him and posed as if they were auditioning for a Miss America pageant rather than the real debauchery they were about to get into. But Sean knew what type of women his boy liked, and this was a virtual smorgasbord of pros. Only the finest and the best of the best that the QC had to offer.

Sean shook his head and grabbed the props he had stashed in the room. He placed the costume crown on Damond’s head and began to announce, “My niggas, let me welcome you all to the Frasier-Freak-Nasty Contest.” The room began to roar at the announcement. Sean let the energy build while the men howled and gawked at the caliber and abundance of ass that had just entered the room. He too was even impressed, shaking his head at just how gorgeous every single lady there was. The newly crowned Damond rubbed his hands together like a man who’d just won the megamillion lottery . . . or like Birdman.

“Ay, somebody pass me a bottle, man. I’m starting to get too sober around this bitch,” Damond yelled. He could feel the liquor beginning to wear off a bit and wanted to get his buzz back.

Sean walked over to the stereo station and scrolled through the playlist he created for the night, trying to find the perfect song. He wanted to play something that he knew would get the women hyped so they would be in the mood to dance and shake their asses off. He scrolled quickly and then came across a classic . . . Pastor Troy’s “Pop that Pussy” began to rumble through the speakers. The women looked at each other and smiled, tickled by the song choice but excited to each take turns with Damond, working their bodies and pulsating to the music, vying for his attention. Damond’s friends stood on the chairs and sofas, trying to glimpse the ladies’ performances, wishing they were the ones sitting on the throne. The guys howled and pounded each other as they deliberated about which one was the baddest bitch. Damond stood and motioned for a few other ladies to begin their bodies poppin’.

“Now, D . . . There are some hungry-ass wolves all around you . . . They salivating, bruh.” The men erupted in barks and howls. “And they are hungry for some of these sweet tenders you got standing here. So, since you are the man of the hour, take your pick, my nigga, or I will,” Sean said while rubbing his hands together, already imagining his top pick and just what he would do to her. “But, my nigga, real talk, you are ‘The Muhfuckin’ Man of the Hour’ that will single-handedly choose the winner of this here Frasier-Freak-Nasty Contest,” Sean teased. “The talent portion will commence directly after—but I don’t even know how you gon’ pick, Black man, ’cause deez hoes is fine and talented.”

The crowd roared as Damond began to scan the thighs, asses, and faces of the women surrounding him. The women coiled and writhed their bodies, licking their lips and flicking their tongues.

“Damn.” Damond couldn’t pick . . . Each one was sexier than the next, and all of them trumped Tia in the Bad Bitch Department.

“Tell you what, ladies. Turn around . . . gon’ head and let daddy see them asses and how they bounce,” Sean instructed.

One by one, each dancer slowly began to turn while removing their tops and making their asses ripple like the waves in the ocean. Again, the room went crazy with roars from the fellas until Sean noticed one that kept her top on. She had a baby face, but Sean knew his hookup was reputable, so she had to be at least 18. Besides, the boys weren’t into hella young girls anyway. Wasn’t nobody trying to catch a case.

Damond’s eyes fell on the same thick, doe-eyed girl with long, curly, jet-black hair and the body of a goddess. Her skin was the color of caramel, so creamy and soft looking. Not a blemish in sight, and the tiny, green, two-piece that gripped her curves barely covered the tiny hummingbird tattoo on her hip.

“What’s wrong, mama? You don’t wanna play?” Damond reached to grab her hand, spinning her around to get a closer look. “What’s your name, love, and how old are you with this baby face?” Damond lifted his hand, moving a strand of hair from her face.

Looking uninterested in playing the “getting to know you” game and more focused on her purpose for being there, which was her money, Niko introduced herself to Damond. “Hey, I’m Treasure, and I’m old enough, which is all you need to concern yourself with.”

“Damn, ma, you feisty. Well, ‘Ms. Treasure I’m Old Enough,’ are you the lucky one trying to win this contest?” Damond sipped his water, continuing to slowly scan her body. “You know you wanna win, pretty lady.”

“Oh, I’ll win,” Niko confidently answered as she leaned toward Damond, slowly and sensually. She moved with the sleekness of a panther hunting her prey. Niko pushed Damond back into the chair, straddling his thighs and leaning in to whisper in his ear. “’Cause once you taste this pussy, daddy . . . You’ll know why they call me ‘Treasure,’ and that’s a promise,” she said while placing soft kisses on Damond’s neck and gently licking the edge of his ear. She then pulled back just enough to slide her long tongue over his soft, sexy lips, dipping her tongue inside of his mouth, caressing his tongue with hers.

Everyone was in awe at the slight performance happening right before their eyes. Sean couldn’t believe the baddest chick in the group had picked Damond.

Niko knew she was turning Damond on because she could feel his dick growing inside of his pants while she was on top of him. She stood up, turning around to give Damond a closer look at her tiny waist and plump ass that complemented her soft, thick thighs. Niko slid her ass against Damond’s chest, slowly gyrating down onto his lap. He could feel the heat from her pussy radiating from between her thighs. Niko stood up, blew a kiss, and winked before she walked away. Damond looked like a deer in headlights. Niko’s sexual advances so turned him on that he sat there with his mouth wide open yet speechless.

Niko turned around, looking into Damond’s eyes. “What’s wrong, papi? You having second thoughts about exploring Treasure?” Damond swallowed. Her confidence and tone had him at a loss for words, but there was no way he was going to be punked by a stripper.

Damond stood up, reaching his hand toward Niko to come with him. She smiled because she knew that there was no way that Damond would let her get away now. Niko pushed him back into the seat, this time straddling Damond by wrapping her legs around his waist. Like a kitten, she purred, placing small kisses on Damond’s neck, again leading up to his ear, sucking and licking on his earlobe. He pushed himself up, holding on to Niko by grabbing her by her soft, round ass, and carried her into the next room.

Sean attempted to stop Damond. “My nigga, you know you ain’t gotta pick her or even just one. I got you like mad bad bitches to choose from in this muhfucka,” Sean yelled and then gave their friend Sway dap. He took a sip of his beer. He wanted to be the one taking a trip to Treasure Island. She is fine as hell, Sean thought to himself, but for this time only, he was willing to pass up Treasure so that his boy could enjoy another bitch’s pussy one last time before saying, “I do.”

Once in the room, before Damond could make the first move, Niko kicked off her shoes and took Damond’s hand, sliding it down into the front of her bikini bottom so that he could feel her warm juices flooding her pussy. Damond was again left speechless but maintained his composure because he didn’t want Niko to feel like she was in control. Niko pushed him onto the bed and began climbing on top of him. She slowly slid her body up across his abdomen until she was positioned sitting on his chest. She locked her thick thighs in place over his arms, leaning in and taking his bottom lip in her mouth, teasing his mouth with her tongue. Niko then stood up on the bed directly over Damond’s face, placing one foot on each side of his head.

Looking up at Niko, Damond could see the thin green material of her bikini bottom was soaked, with her phat pussy lips hanging out of each side of the crotch. Damond could hear the “damns” coming from his friends in the other room. If he was tipsy before, she had just completely sobered him up. She began making her ass clap, dropping it low over Damond’s face, teasing him with the sweet scent of her pussy and the jiggle of her bouncing ass in his face.

Looking down at Damond, she smiled and asked, “Do I win now, papi?” seeking confirmation, as her primary focus was on the cash winnings more than anything else.

Damond didn’t respond because all he could focus on was the wet pussy standing over him and fucking the shit out of Treasure.

The fellas in the other room erupted with hands clapping and catcalling as everyone witnessed what had just gone down because the room door had been left open.

Damond didn’t realize how much he was sweating until Niko removed her bikini top. He began to dab the sweat beads from his forehead. Sean and the others stared in admiration because they could tell Damond was in for a wild treat.

“Damn, nigga, you scared?” Sean yelled from the next room. “You looking like you might need some help with this one,” he said jokingly, although deep down, he would have loved to get a piece of Treasure by himself.

Damond licked his lips and shook his head. He looked at Treasure, nodding toward the door, gesturing for her to close it. Everyone and everything disappeared from Damond’s thoughts as the door shut, including the fact that he would become Tia’s husband the following day.

Sean had never witnessed his boy respond to a female in that way. He went and knocked on the door. “Yo, bruh, when you hittin’ that shit, tell that trick to look back at it,” he laughed and stared at the door, wishing it were him on the other side and not Damond.

Damond had to steady himself. He was staring into Niko’s beautiful brown eyes. She noticed his hard dick through his pants while he was lying back, waiting for her to return to him. She climbed back on top of Damond, this time perfectly positioning her pussy directly on top of his rock-hard dick. She began to grind on him, moaning while playing with her hard nipples. The smell of her hair was even turning him on. It smelled of sweet coconut and mango. Damond couldn’t help but think how the smell complemented her exotic look. He sat up face-to-face with her, looking into her eyes as if he could see straight through to her soul. She moaned as his hand traveled between her legs, seeking out her growing clitoris. His head was slightly spinning from all of the alcohol he had previously consumed. However, all he could focus on was the aroma of her natural pheromones and how he was about to give her the business.

She pushed her breast in his face, using her nipple to caress his soft lips gently. Damond could feel himself becoming more excited. Niko pushed him back on the bed, again keeping her hips locked in position. He closed his eyes, sighing with satisfaction, enjoying the vibrations of her movements against him. Then, suddenly, he felt her weight shift, and the warmth of her . . .