To the mall

Louis removed his dick from her labia and plunged his di*k into her, taking her through the back like that.

"Yes! Deeper! Deeper sir!" She moaned, and he knocked it in deeper instinctively.

"Ouchh!!! Yes please! That way!"

He began screwing her right there, banging her pussy in the roughest way there is.

At each rough thrust, she knew he was wrecking her, but she'd take it all, she's not the type to give up.

"You f**k so good!" She laughed, and he gave it to her again ...harder than the rest.

"Yeah! Harder! Hurt me!" She moaned, looking back again.

Louis held her @ss steady, driving fast in and out of her.

He began rubbing her pussy, and at the same time, giving her a good fuck behind.

"F**k! Hurt me sir!" She screamed, and he removed his dick, then pushed it in again, making it surpass her g-spot into her innermost spines.

"Yeah!!! Yeah so good!!! So f**king good!!! Yeah!!!" She cried out, and tears of pleasure filled her face as he continued giving her fast and furious.

After some time he pulled out of her after receiving the pleasure he wanted.

"You fuck so good boss" the bitch complimented licking her lips.

"What's your name" he asked codly taking the smoke into his mouth.

"Taylor " she answered smiling sinisterly

"Come another time. Now get out" He ordered and she picked her clothes off the ground before going out swaying her ass.

Louis stared down at her as she left, exactly what he wanted. He sat down on his bed, still smoking. His phone rang, but he didn't answer it. After about the seventh ring, he finally picked up.

"What the hell is your problem?" he yelled into the phone.

"Boss, your attention is needed at the company," his manager, Spencer, spoke.

"Don't fucking call me anymore. I'll come whenever I want. It's not your fucking company, it's mine, so you don't tell me what to do," Louis snapped.

"I'm sorry, boss, it's just that..."

"Shut it," Louis interrupted and terminated the call.

He switched on the TV to see a video of Charles receiving an award.

"Argh, why does Charles get everything while I get nothing?" he screamed, pulling at his hair.

…

Japheth's car stopped in front of the Eat and Drink restaurant. He had come here for lunch, his face covered in sweat from a bad day at work. Finding a good cook for Charles had proven to be a challenge, and he was feeling the pressure of potentially being fired. As he entered the restaurant, his fatigue was evident as he took a seat.

A waitress approached him, and he placed his order. Shortly afterward, his meal arrived, and as he took a bite of the beef burger, he was astounded by its incredible taste.

"Wow, who cooked this?" he exclaimed to himself, his eyes widening. The thought struck him that he could hire the person responsible for this delectable burger as Charles' chef.

"Yes, that's it. As long as there's skill in the kitchen, there won't be any problem," he thought, overjoyed at finally finding a good cook for Charles. He inquired about the culinary staff at the restaurant and learned about Flower. He made up his mind to hire her as Charles' cook.

...

Marissa and Flower emerged from the restaurant after a long and demanding day at work. It was the last day of the month, and they knew that their paychecks were waiting for them.

"Gosh, Flower, today was so hectic for me," Flower commented, sounding exhausted.

"Tell me about it. I didn't even have a chance to rest. The customers seemed to have coordinated their visits for payday," Marissa remarked, and they both shared a laugh.

Their phones buzzed simultaneously, and they eagerly checked them, their eyes widening with joy.

"It's our salaries for this month! We just got paid!" they exclaimed, hugging each other like excited children.

Once they released each other, Marissa pulled out a pair of fashionable shades from her pocket and put them on. She began playfully strutting her stuff.

"Rissa baby, show 'em what you got!" Flower cheered, and bystanders in the hallway burst into laughter.

"I'm a millionaire!" Marissa screamed, and Flower erupted in laughter as she pulled her friend away.

Two hours later, when their work hours ended, both Marissa and Flower left their jobs simultaneously.

To their surprise, Flower's brother, Harrison, and her sister, Honeybell, were waiting for them outside in the parking lot.

"What are you guys doing here?" Flower asked, taken aback by their unexpected presence.

"Today is your "payday!" Harrison exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement.

"And you promised to take us out," Honeybell added with a mischievous grin, linking her arm with Flower's.

"I need a new makeup kit!" she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"I need some fresh sneakers and that golden wristband I've been eyeing," Harrison chimed in, holding onto Flower's other arm.

Flower couldn't help but chuckle at their enthusiasm. "Can't I at least rest for a bit after work?" she replied, pretending to be slightly exasperated.

"No rest for the wicked," Honeybell teased, giving her a playful nudge.

"Seriously?" Marissa interjected, beaming at the sight of the adorable siblings.

"It seems all you guys know is how to spend! It's irrational!" she exclaimed jokingly.

"If you're feeling jealous, just get yourself an older sister who will splurge on you too," Harrison replied, sticking his tongue out playfully.

"What? Come here, you little brat! Harry!" Marissa started chasing him in a mock threat, laughing along with him.

"Alright, let's go, sis," Honeybell said, pulling Flower towards their parked car.

"I'll see you tonight, baby," Flower waved at Marissa before hopping into a taxi with Honeybell and Harrison.

"Where to, ma'am?" the cab driver asked.

"To the mall," Honeybell answered, clinging onto Flower's arm with excitement building inside them all. It was time for a well-deserved celebration and a little bit of indulgence after a long day's work.

"Sis, we're going to resume school tomorrow, so we need a lot of things," Harrison answered.

"Don't tell me you guys are going to buy the whole mall," Flower asked.

"Exactly," Honeybell replied.

"What?" Flower gasped.