(Part 2, read part 1 here)
by
Lil AJ

I've got to be dreaming. This was too ironic and way too much for me to handle this morning. I was tired and aggravated and the last thing I wanted to do was have to deal with feelings. Shit, it was bad enough I had to be bothered with this meeting in the first place, and now I find out that its Shy I'm supposed to be dining with. Its been a year since we've been apart, and thirteen months since we've shared a meal. Lord give me the strength to get through this breakfast. I smiled.

"It has been a long time. I've been fine. Working mostly." I said.

"As always. And as always you look beautiful." Shy was always a charmer.

"Beautiful? If you say so. Let's get this meeting started shall we?" I was unmoved by her. At least I was doing a good job at pretending.

"Ok." Shy replied.

"Well basically you'll be working on promotional pieces such as interviews with artists, pieces showcasing Ruff Ryder events, and general happenings we feel are worth covering on a grand scale. Your main focus would be to cast a great shining spotlight on the careers of these people and events whether you love them or hate them. It doesn't matter how you feel. In addition to the general promotional pieces you may be asked to attend functions pertaining to Ruff Ryders events, artist showcases, and other shows, and then cover them in a piece. Since you're just starting with the Ruff Ryders promotional team you won't really have much of a say on your assignments until your work has been consistently excellent and we feel you can choose your own assignments."

"Come on Tyla, you know my skills, plus you manage the promotional team."

"On both accounts, yes I do, but this is strictly business. There are rules to be followed. Nothing personal." I explained.

"Right, ok." Shy said.

"Now if I may continue please, there are other things to fill you in on."

"Continue." She said sounding like she was getting aggravated.

"Very well. I hope you do not have a problem with traveling. You will be on the road for certain assignments. Also, deadlines are tentative. Failure to present your article on time may result in probation and in some instances, termination. This is a team. We have an obligation to Ruff Ryders as well as to the artists, and each other to get all business handled exactly on time. If someone on the team doesn't have their part done it disrupts the entire operation. If I as the manager can oversee my entire crew and produce on time, I expect you to be able to do you part so the operation continues to run smoothly. Do you think you will be able to handle this job?" I was to the point and had a little coldness to my voice. Shy noticed.

"Yeah Tyla I got you." She said sounding really aggravated.

"One more thing Ms. Jackson, in the professional setting I am not Tyla. I'm Ms. James. Its business mind you, nothing personal." I was lying. It was both.

"Fine Ms. James." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Shy motioned for the waiter. I knew I wasn't staying to eat with her, but I sat there until he came.

"Good morning. May I take your order?" He said awfully cheery and sounding rehearsed.

"No thank you. Nothing for me. I won't be staying." I said as I stood up. I gave the waiter twenty dollars for his trouble and his amazing ability to act. Shy was pissed.

"So you're leaving me to eat alone?" She asked.

"No, I'm leaving you to take care of some business. Feel free to call later if you wish."

I handed her my card and left. I went back upstairs to the room to double check if I had forgotten anything. I left a twenty dollar tip and a note on the pillow for the housekeeping attendant and headed downstairs.

I didn't want the limo to pick me up this morning. It was good to be back in New York and I wanted to take the train. I wasn't far from my brownstone in the West Village. I caught the uptown number one train and sat in the corner seat. A stop later one of New York's famous train bums entered the car singing a horrible rendition of "Lean On Me" for pocket change. Like as if anyone would lean on him. Vrriiighhh. I laughed to myself at the mock-entertainment. As sick as it may sound, I actually missed this when I was on the road. You're probably wondering how I could possibly miss something so saddening as a homeless person singing on a train for money, call it entertainment, and laugh. Well you have to have lived in New York to understand. Anyway, I pulled a dollar out of my pocket and dropped it into his cup as he passed by. He smiled big exposing his three teeth. If he had any more than that they weren't visible. He blessed me and proceeded to the next car leaving his stench behind him. A mixture of alcohol, dungeon piss, and a funk that must have been on this earth five-hundred years before it decided to settle on him. The smell was so awful it was a wonder that it wasn't visible and walking around cursing and choking people. I put my arm up to my nose to inhale the Dolce-Gabbana that was on my sleeve. I was rapidly becoming intoxicated and horny from my own scent. The throbbing between my legs combined with my light-headedness was making me realize just how slow this train was going. I looked at where we were. Houston Street. Yes, only one more stop until Christopher Street. I was almost home. When we pulled into the station I rushed out of the train and into the street as fast as I could. I had a date with a hot shower and quite possibly the massager. I rushed down Christopher Street and made a left on Bleecker. My house was the second brownstone on the block. I took out my keys and walked up the five steps leading to my door. Damn it was good to be home.

I stepped into the living room and looked around my apartment. I hadn't seen it in a month and being in it almost brought tears to my eyes. No more room service or housekeeping attendants. No more "Yes Ma'am" and "Right away Ma'am." Here I was regular Tyla, not Tyla James, Promotional Manager for Ruff Ryders. I could finally relax. I opened all the windows and let the air in. I kicked off my shoes, took off my suit, tied my hair up in a ponytail, and flopped on my couch. What I needed right now was a long hot shower. I could just stay in there and let the water wash all my cares away for a while. I got up and lowered the windows before I went into the bathroom to run the shower. I let the bathroom get all steamy before I undressed, then I stepped into the shower and closed my eyes as the water flowed over me. I hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. Just when I was really losing myself in the moment the telephone rang. Nobody knew I was home except the label so I knew it had to be Dee calling me with some bullshit. I decided to let my machine pick up because I wasn't trying to deal with any business now. I cracked open the door to hear the message. It wasn't Dee. It was Shy.

"Yo Tyla, you have to call me as soon as you get this ok. Please. Hit me on my cell. 917-860-7397. Later." Yeah I would call her alright. Just not anytime soon. Maybe tonight when I felt like dealing with this shit. Maybe tomorrow. Who knows? I was more concerned with my shower at this point than anything else. All other shit would have to wait. I closed my bathroom door and got back under the showerhead. I closed my eyes again and let the water take me over. I grabbed my loofah and body wash and began to lather up slowly. I washed my face, neck, arms, and legs. I rinsed the loofah and took my soft rag down to wash the rest of my body. I lathered it up and slid it over my chest. It felt good sliding over my nipples. They hardened under my touch and I began to massage them as I slid the rag down my stomach and between my thighs. This reminded me of when Shy used to wash me. My clit began to throb as I washed my pussy a little harder and a little faster. I propped my leg up on the side of the tub and abandoned the rag. I inserted two fingers into my pussy and began to fukk myself. I needed her. I thought about Shy as I dove deeper and deeper into my pussy. Why can't I get her off my mind? My legs began to shake and I felt myself about to cum. Then the phone rang. "Hell nah!" I shouted out loud. Fukk it. It had to be Dee this time. I ignored the ringing and continued my self-pleasuring. The machine picked up.

"Tyla, I know I just called you but I have a real strong feeling you're home and just not answering. Tyla please call me I really need to speak to you. I...I miss you. Baby please call me. Later."

Ok, now I was mad. First she rings my phone and interrupts me, then I go back to doing what I was doing, then she leaves a message like that on my machine and just totally screws up everything. She misses me huh? She's calling me "baby" huh? I really don't need this shit. Her I need, I just don't want all the other shit that goes along with it. Meeting her again. Rehashing old feelings. Starting over. Of all the companies in the world why did she have to come to mine? I rinsed off and got out of the shower. I wrapped myself in the towel and walked to my bedroom. I played the first message over and copied down her number. I lay there naked as I dialed Shy's cell phone.

"Hello?" Shy answered.

"Good afternoon Shy. You called?"

"Yeah I did. I need to see you as soon as possible."

"Is this work related?"

"Tyla please drop that fukkin' attitude. No its not work related. Its personal. Can I come by please?"

"Yeah where are you?"

"On 14th Street at the Virgin Megastore picking up the new Usher CD. I can be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Ok that will give me time to dry off and put some clothes on. I just got out of the shower." I smiled. I knew that would get to her. Shy loved when I was fresh out of the shower and still wet.

"Damn. Ok. I'll see you soon. Later."

"Later."

My idea of putting on clothes in the house was a short t-shirt and nothing else. Shy knew that. This was going to be a very interesting meeting. I was going to tease her to death just as the thought of her had teased me all this time. Whether I was going to give in or not I hadn't decided yet. It all depended on how things went. I put on the slow jam CD that Shy had made when we first moved here and lay on the couch waiting for her to arrive. I almost lost myself in the music when the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it. "Who?" I asked like I didn't know who it was. "Its Shy." I opened the door for her and she handed me the cutest stuffed monkey and gave me a hug. She knew I loved stuffed toys. She was up to something.

"Hey Ty-Ty." She said. Lawd now she's using her nickname for me. She knows what that does to me. I had to resist her at least for a little while.

"Good afternoon Shy. Come in. Sit down." She walked over to the couch and sat. It took her a minute but she finally realized the CD that was playing.

"Damn Tyla you still have this CD?"

"Of course I have it. Why wouldn't I?"

"I just thought that you might have..." She trailed off.

"Might have what? Gotten rid of it? Please Shy give me a break ok. The CD is tyte. Besides I kept everything."

"You did?"

"Yeah. Anyway what did you want to see me about?"

"Tyla I've been thinking about you so much sin'ce we broke up. I've wanted to get in contact with you so many times to say I was sorry and that I made a huge mistake. My whole life has been so empty sin'ce I left and...I...I miss you." I was thrown back so far it was last week again and here I was in Chicago. Ok let me get myself together. Yes, here I am back in my brownstone in the West Village.

"Shy why didn't you tell me this a year ago? Hell you could've told me this any time from that day forward. Why did you wait so long? Why now?"

"I was scared Tyla. I thought you hated me or something. I thought you would've hung up on me or said you never wanted to see me again. That's why I just bided my time and why I took the job at Ruff Ryders. That wasn't a coincidence that I showed up there. I could've gone to a few other companies but this was the only one that led me to you."

"What makes you think I wanted you coming back to me?"

"I just had to take that chance. If my plan didn't go right I would just work beside you or quit if I couldn't handle it."

"Plan? What plan?"

"To get you back. To make you mine again. Tyla I can't be without you. I tried but I can't."

"Shy this is too much for me right now. You can't just leave me the way you did and pop back into my life after not having any contact for a year and just expect everything to be ok. It doesn't work that way. Do you realize how this year has been for me? I've missed you every second of every day. I've wondered how you were and what you were doing. I haven't slept with anyone else because I can't. Shy you have been torturing and haunting me sin'ce you left me. I miss you probably more than you ever missed me, but I'm scared."

"I understand and I'm sorry for everything I ever put you through. Tyla, maybe I should go. You have my number if you need me. If anything I will see you Monday at work."

"You don't have to leave."

She stood up and walked to the door. "Yes I do Tyla. I love you."

She opened the door and walked out before I could say anything. I knew Shy and so I didn't follow her. I just let her go. She needed a few days to think about everything that happened. The weekend came and went quickly. Shy didn't call me and I didn't call her.

Monday morning I walked into the office. Everyone was glad to have me back and eager as Hell to find out who the new writer was. I gave them the run down on Shy and her work history. Everyone seemed pleased. At about ten minutes to nine Shy walked into my office.

"Good morning Ms. James." She said.

"Good morning Ms. Jackson. How was your weekend?"

"It was interesting. Yours?"

"It was over too quickly for me. Ms. Jackson can you please lock my door and have a seat."

"Sure."

Shy shut the door and sat down. I buzzed my secretary and told her to hold all my calls until further notice. "Shy I've been thinking about what you said the other day. I think we can start over if you really want to. I've been missing you like crazy and I've been needing you so bad."

"Are you serious?"

"Let me show you just how serious I am." I stood up and walked in front of Shy's chair. I sat up on my desk and spread my legs. I wasn't wearing any panties and I was soaked. Shy stood between my legs and inserted her finger into my dripping pussy. I moaned softly.

"Damn Baby. It feels just like I remember it."

"Why don't you see if it tastes like you remember."

"I planned on that."

She kissed me and as our tongues reacquainted themselves she added another finger in my pussy and fukked me deeper. I spread my legs and leaned back so she could get a better handle on the situation. She lifted my skirt up and knelt down. She kissed my inner thighs and gently licked my clit as she continued to finger me deeper and faster. I was dripping down her hand moaning her name. She removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue. After a minute she stopped.

"You know how I like you." Shy said. I knew exactly what she meant. I turned around and got on my knees. I was on all fours on my desk and Shy didn't take any time at all to go back to work. She slid her tongue into my pussy and her finger into my ass. I bit my lip and gripped my desk in order to keep from screaming out. She smacked both my ass cheeks at once and I jumped. It felt so good but I couldn't let my employees here something like that.

"Sh-shy, you can't do that. They'll hear."

"Fukk them and I can do whatever I want." She slapped my ass again and laughed. She spread my legs farther apart and had her hands under my thighs as she gripped my hips and forced me into her tongue hard. Fukk I was about to cum. This was better than I remembered it.

"Uhhhh...Shy I'm about to cum."

"No you're not. Hold that shit girl. Hold it until I tell you to let it go." She inserted her thumb into my pussy, and her index finger into my ass as she licked my clit with the perfect pressure and speed. Shit I couldn't hold this. I was shaking hard and begging her to let me cum.

"Shy...Baby...please...can I...cum...for you?"

"You think you ready to cum?"

"Yes Baby...yes."

"Aiigh Ty-Ty. Go head and cum for me and you better make that shit hard just how I like it." She went back work. This time she was faster and harder and I was cumming like I never have before. I called her name over and over as quietly as I could. I came three times in just that one round and Shy was pleased. After I was done she picked me up off the desk and lay me on the couch. She kissed me deep and held me close.

"Tyla I missed you so much."

"I missed you too Baby. Promise me we won't ever be apart again."

"I promise. I won't ever leave you again. From here on out its until death do us part. Which brings me to the next part of my plan." Shy knelt down in front of me and took a velvet box out of her pocket. "Tyla James, will you marry me?"

"Yes Shy Jackson. I will." She held me closer than ever and I felt her tears wet my face.

"Thank you Baby. Thank you."

"You're welcome, but Shy I always have been your wife. Always."

"I know. I just needed to make it official."

"I understand. Now we need to get cleaned up. We are at work you know."

Shy and I left work that night happier than we ever had been. She came home with me where she belonged and that weekend we picked her stuff up from her apartment and moved her back into our brownstone. It has been four years sin'ce Shy walked back into my life. We are doing great and nothing in this world could be better.


THE END

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