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  Georgia On My Mind

  A Novel by Brenda Stokes Lee

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  Georgia On My Mind

  By Brenda Stokes Lee

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  Charlotte, NC 28269

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  Chapter 1“Hey baby, it’s me! What time are you coming home? Dinners ready. I know it’s not Sunday, but I made you a sweet potato pie.”

  “Hey! Umm! As you can tell I’m still at the office. I have a brief staring at me that I have to tackle and then I’ll be home. Fix my plate and put it in the microwave. I’ll warm it up when I get home.”

  “Seriously? You promised you’d be home on time. Charles you work too hard. I thought we could snuggle and watch a movie tonight. How late are you going to be?”

  “Peaches… The longer I stay on the phone with you the longer it’s going to take me to get home. I got to go. I already told you that I have a brief that needs my attention.”

  “Okay, but wake me up when you get here. Maybe we can…”

  “Bye Peaches!” Charles abruptly cut her off. Unloosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt he eyed his beautiful law clerk, Mercedes who was spread eagle on his desk, wearing absolute nothing except her stiletto heels and a devious smile. “Now where were we?” His deep, sultry voice inquired.

  “I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think you were about to lick my pussy. Weren’t you counselor?” She seductively asked as she spread the lips of her pussy wide and slipped two of her fingers in. Getting a sample of her cream for Charles to taste, she stuck her fingers in his mouth.

  Licking her sticky goo from her fingers as if it was honey, Charles’ amazing, gray eyes quickly darkened with lust. “Now, that’s some good pussy.” He declared.

  “Thank you counselor. I knew you’d like it.” Mercedes coyly responded as she continued to finger fuck herself as Charles watched. Mesmerized by the slow, methodic rhythm of her precise hand Charles watched as Mercedes rubbed her clit and fingered her wet pussy, preparing it for him. She knew Charles loved to watch her masturbate and she was more than happy to give the handsome, up and coming attorney a show.

  “God this feels so good.” She groaned as her pale fingers slid effortlessly in and out of her pink, hairless kitty.

  Charles licked his lips as he unzipped his pants, pulled out his manhood and began to tug feverishly on his now hard dick. Mercedes knew that it would be only a matter of minutes before he shot his hot sticky load. She loved the way Charles’ cream tasted. He was addicted to pineapple juice and for some odd reason; pineapple juice gave semen a sweet milky taste.

  Carefully maneuvering herself to the edge of the desk she placed one of her long thin legs over Charles shoulder and then the other. Straddling his face she smothered him with her pussy. Charles was like a ravenous wolf who hadn’t hunted in weeks. Grabbing Mercedes by her apple shaped ass he quickly devoured her pussy. Sucking and licking and chewing her pussy like it was a soft cookie, he soon had her singing first Soprano in the All Boys Choir and she was definitely an alto.

  “You like my pussy? Huh, counselor? You like how I taste? Yeah! Look at you! I can tell you do! Eat that pussy! Get all of that cream!” She taunted as Charles continued to attack her pussy and wage war in Pussyville. “That’s it! That’s it! Right there! Oh Yes! Don’t stop Charles! Please don’t stop!” She screamed as she creamed all over Charles’ gorgeous, chocolate face.

  “Suck me!” He hissed as he felt his orgasm swell in his loins like a raging tsunami wave.

  Clamping her thighs tightly around Charles face Mercedes twisted and contorted her body so she could suck Charles off as he came. Grabbing her by her thin waist Charles held her upside down as she sucked his hot sticky sweet goo down her throat. It came out in thick squirts and Mercedes sucked and swallowed it all, without spilling a single drop.

  “Woman, you are absolutely incredible. I’m going to marry you some day. You just wait and see.” He promised as he gathered her in his arms and kissed her gently.

  “Oh yeah? What’s your wife Pumpkin going to say about that.”

  Charles chuckled. “Peaches, her name is Peaches and she’s not my wife. Pumpkin! I can’t believe you called her Pumpkin! Get dressed! I have to get home. Pumpkin cooked a sweet potato pie for me. It’s my favorite.”

  “Whatever…” Mercedes rolled her eyes and grumbled beneath her breath as she gathered her clothes. “Are you still taking me shopping tomorrow?”

  “Of course! Now get dressed! I got to go!”

  Chapter 2

  “Come on baby. Now is not the time to give up on me. We've been through too much for you to let me down now. We got to get to this house, make this money and mama promises she'll get you a new engine and some new brake shoes. We've been together since high school, so don't die on me now Boss Hog, because we're finally about to get paid. Mama's about to get this big contract and Daddy's Bar Exam results should be coming any day now. Just hold out and Mama swears that she will pimp you out.”

  Georgia Porter, aka Peaches was on her way to her new celebrity client’s mansion for the first time when the unthinkable happened. Her car was ten seconds from pumping its last quart of oil. Luckily, prayer works! The rusted out, beat up car continued to sputter, smoke and backfire, but it kept going as Peaches maneuvered her way through the isolated, swank, gated Atlanta community. Just as she neared the mansions driveway, her phone rang.

  “Georgia Peach Design Studio, Georgia speaking, may I help you?”

  “Peaches, I passed! I passed the bar! I'm officially a lawyer! Oh my God! Can you believe it?” Charles, her live in boyfriend screamed with excitement. “Oh my God! Hallelujah! Thank you Jesus! Thank you Jes
us!” Peaches yelled in celebration. “We did it baby!”

  “Yes, I did! I can't believe I did it, Peaches! I'm finally an attorney. You know what this means right?” Charles exclaimed.

  “I sure do! Look baby, I’m happy for you, but I just arrived at my client's mansion and I want to make a good impression by being on time. So, I'm afraid I’ll have to call you back after the consultation. You can tell me all about it then.”

  “Alright, it’s cool. I have to call my mama and tell her the good news.”

  “Okay, tell her I'll call her later.” As Peaches' noisy car spit and sputtered down the tree lined driveway she suddenly had reservations about driving her vintage, dented up, rag top 1957 Cadillac. “Charles, you should see this house. It's at least four city blocks long and three blocks wide. This mansion is going to be my calling card and open every door in Atlanta for me. I just wish I had taken the Lexus.”

  “What Lexus? My Lexus? Peaches, I told you before, I can't be seen in that bucket of rusted nuts and bolts you call Boss Hog. I have a professional image to uphold. How am I supposed to be taken seriously by the Senior Partners driving that piece of shit?”

  “I know baby, but I could have dropped you off at work and picked you up later. Besides, it’s our Lexus, remember? Charles, I'm embarrassed to park in front of this house.”

  “Well pull around back! You know you can’t drop me off at work. I have to go back and forth to court all day.”

  “I know, I know! I’m just so embarrassed. Boss Hog is leaking oil and smoking… Hell, he almost died on the way. I have to get him fixed.”

  “Look Peaches, you are a brilliant Interior Designer, the best I’ve ever seen. I'm sure your client is not going to care what you drive just as long as you trick that mansion like only you can. Okay?”

  “Yeah, I guess you're right. Look I’d better go, before I'm late.”

  “Alright, I'll talk to you tonight. Good luck!”

  “Thanks baby. I’ll see you tonight." Apprehensive, Peaches pulled in front of the enormous contemporary mansion. Embarrassed and ashamed, she attempted to park out of view, but no matter where she parked Boss Hog was a blatant eye sore. Giving up, she parked in front. Quickly refreshing her makeup and hair in the rear view mirror, she paused to say a quick prayer. “Please God go before me and be with me as I go and get this contract. Amen!” Gathering her samples, drawings and her briefcase, she hurried along the long walkway to the front door and rang the bell.

  Moments later an attractive young woman answered the door and greeted her with a firm handshake and a warm smile. “Hi, you must be Georgia Porter.”

  “Yes, I am. I have an eleven o'clock appointment with Miracle.”

  “Hi Georgia. Please come right in. Miracle is running a little late. She should be here soon. I'm her assistant, Chase.”

  “Nice to meet you Chase. The traffic was a little heavy coming from the city. She’s probably stuck on the highway. I don’t mind waiting.”

  “You’re probably right. Well, she’s in a limo, so she should be fine. Follow me, Georgia. I'll show you around.”

  “Please call me Peaches.”

  Chase led Peaches through the enormous foyer of the newly built mansion. The multi-million dollar mansion was stunningly elegant, but virtually void of furniture. Peaches smiled brightly as the many possibilities of a signature Georgia Porter design danced vibrantly in her mind. This place was a dream come true and Peaches instinctively knew that this was the big break she had been praying and waiting for.

  “Would you like a cup of coffee or some juice while you wait, Peaches?”

  “Sure, I'll take some orange juice. It'll help settle my nerves. Between you and me, I'm as nervous as a hooker turning tricks at a baptism.”

  “Don't sweat it. Take a look around here. This place seriously needs your magic touch. I saw some of your preliminary design sketches and I must tell you that they were phenomenal. Miracle was very impressed.”

  “Thanks, but that doesn't mean that Miracle is going to hire me.”

  “Of course she will. Why do you think she's leaving the comfort of her hotel suite to meet you all the way out here?” Chase responded as they entered the kitchen.

  “Oh my God look at this kitchen! I swear it’s bigger than my entire house.”

  Chase poured Peaches a glass of juice and they grabbed a couple of stools at the large kitchen island. “Here you go. Calm your nerves. Trust me you have nothing to worry about.”

  “Thank you. I hope you're right.” Peaches said after taking a big sip. “Cause I really need this contract.”

  “Of course I am. I'm her personal assistant. Who would know better than me what Miracle plans to do? One thing though, just be professional. Miracle is a Class A Diva from hell. Just remember to keep it all about business and don't let her bitchiness throw you off your game.”

  “I thought I sensed a bad case of Crazy Bitch when I spoke to her earlier. Don't worry, I'm not letting anything or anyone stop me from getting this contract.” Peaches declared as she finished her glass of orange juice and grabbed her sketch book. “Do you mind if I get started with my sketches?”

  “No, not at all. Miracle's probably going to be a while. Daddy's home if you know what mean.”

  “I think I do and I ain't mad at her. I sleep with Daddy every night and God knows it's been awhile since he's brought it home.” Peaches laughed as she began to sketch the layout of the kitchen.

  Chase pours a glass of juice for herself from a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice. She takes a quick sip as her phone goes off. “Excuse me one second, Peaches. This is Miracle.” She apologized.

  “No problem, go right ahead.” Seconds later Peaches watched through the large bare windows as a lavish Lexus limousine pulled around and parked in front of the mansion.

  “Miracle’s here. I’ll be right back.” Chase hurried out to meet her and escorted her back to the mansion.

  The gorgeous Miracle looked like a billion dollar Super Star as she entered the mansion dressed in a full length, white mink coat, leather mini, hip boots and an expensive designer sweater. Her super long, expensive, micro- hair weave flowed down her back to her perfect ass like a waterfall. She was stunning and unfortunately, she knew it. Her purse was worth more than Peaches earned last month. Peaches chose not to notice and continued to sketch the room.

  “Georgia, I see you found the place.” Miracle said as she entered the kitchen.

  “Yes, it's hard to miss. Miracle, this mansion is a breathtaking site. You can literally see it from the interstate.”

  “Thanks. We like it! Now if you can just manage to make it as spectacular inside as it is outside I'd be ecstatic.”

  “Trust me; I plan to make this the most coveted home in the entire state of Georgia.”

  “Great, do that and I'll let you redesign my home in LA. It’s starting to bore me beyond belief.”

  “LA? LA as in Los Angeles?” Peaches asked shocked.

  “Why of course! Where else? There’s only one LA. So when can you get started here?”

  “Actually, I've already started. I just need to get some photos and sketches of the rest of the house. And of course there's a matter of the retainer fee and the contract I sent you.”

  “Naturally, money is no object. I just need this done as soon as possible. In fact I'll pay you twenty five per cent more if you agree to drop everything you're doing and make this your number one priority. I just can't stand to live in that hotel another day.”

  “No problem. I'll clear my schedule immediately.”

  “Good. I'll write you a check for the retainer and the twenty five percent bonus.”

  “That would be wonderful.” Peaches smiled.

  Searching through her oversized designer bag Miracle located her checkbook and wrote Peaches an obscenely large check. The second Miracle looked away Peaches celebrated by doing the happy dance. She was elated her day just couldn’t get any better. Not only did she land the contract of a lif
e time, but she also got a twenty five percent cash bonus. Oh Happy Days Are Here Again, Peaches sang to herself as she did her celebratory dance.

  Catching movement in her peripheral vision, Miracle turned to suspiciously look at her, only to find Peaches nonchalantly, pretending to admire the marble countertops. The second Miracle looked away, Peaches resumed her happy dance. Ecstatic and grateful Peaches whispered to heaven, “Thank you God! Thank you God! Thank you!”

  Chapter 3

  Now Peaches wasn’t the only one who was overjoyed. Across town at the prestigious Law Firm of Myers, Greene and Stokes, Charles was strutting around like a proud peacock that had just learned to display its colors.

  “Michael, do I have any messages?” He asked his personal assistant as he returned from lunch.

  “Congratulations Mr. Preston. I heard you passed the Bar, that’s very good news. Yes you have a few messages, here you go.”

  “Thank you. What time is my appointment with the Senior Partners?”

  “Looks like you're scheduled to meet with them at five o'clock.”

  “Sounds good… That'll give me a chance to get a shave and a haircut before tonight.” Charles responded as he leafed through a half of dozen messages.

  “Big plans tonight, sir?” Michael asked as he noticed the gleam in Charles eyes.

  “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I'm going to ask my woman to marry me.”

  “Wow! That is incredibly good news! This really is a big day. Congratulations all around, sir. Is there anything that I can do to help?”

  “No, I've been planning this for months. I think I've got it under control. On second thought... Michael, make reservations for two in my name at La Chateau de Amour for tonight. I don't want to leave anything to chance.”

  “Will do! What time do you plan to arrive?”

  “Eight o'clock is good.”

  “You got it, sir.” Michael immediately got on the phone. Bursting with good news he considered calling Peaches after securing the dinner reservations, but quickly changed his mind. After all, it was supposed to be a surprise.