Tit For Tat

By Ty Khea

Welcome to the Candy Kloset! Where men come to find their look and admire the looks of the beautiful women who work there. The clothing store is in the middle of everything, not only the bustling universities & hospitals, but also in the middle of much drama between its staff. DeJha see herself as the top dog, best saleswoman at Candy Kloset. Everyone does not appreciate her and her works, particularly co-worker Khala. The odds between them move from professional to personal when they wind up two corners of a love triangle. The ensuing drama threatens to boil over and burn everyone involved. Who will come out on top: the ambitious, enticing DeJha or the rich, powerful Khala? They may just both find themselves in a situation where they get more than what they bargained for. These two larger than life women will show that it is not always sweet at the Candy Kloset.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ty Khea
• Release date: Mar 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386116615

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DeJha

Another day at the Candy Kloset, right here in Chocolate City. There’s always a lot going on around here, but I can handle it.

I can handle anything.

If anybody tells you that DeJha isn’t good at her job, they’re a damn lie. The thing about working in a men’s clothing store is that if you know how to deal with men, then you’re good.

Things have always gone well for me here because men have never been able to tell me no. That’s because of my charm and the way I carry myself. I can play the part I need to play. The other part of it is my big ass. I know that’s what gets men’s attention, but that doesn’t bother me. I have breasts, thighs, and everything else to go with it, too. I don’t really have to flaunt it too much, just enough.

I know what I’m doing. I can flirt with the best of them, but I am still professional and good with customer service. That’s why I know—one day—I will be running this joint.

I’ve been working here a while, and I know that I’m the best sales person in here. Everybody else knows it, too. Some are jealous, but I don’t care. I’m all about makin’ money and workin’ my way up.

I’ve always been about hard work. That’s the way my mama raised me. She did it all by herself, and she had to work hard to take care of us. Ever since I was little, I’ve been all about my hustle—just like my mama.

I don’t care what the other girls think about me—I’m going to be a success. I bring in some of the biggest commissions, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m a manager. As soon as I am, there are gonna be some changes around here, but I’m just biding my time until then.

Candy Kloset never has a shortage of customers. We are located between John Hopkins and Morgan State University, so there’s plenty of traffic going by the shop. Men love to stop in on us because only pretty girls work in here. That’s our rep, but that doesn’t bother me. I work on commission, so however people get in is fine by me. We get a lot of those older college guys, who are either the snobbish types, professional future-doctors, or the men who think they are too cool for school. I know how to manage each type to make sure that they do not leave the store empty handed.

Right now, I am dealing with what I think is a more conservative type. I’ve been encouraging him to pick things up and try them on. He is grabbing all sorts of things, and I’m trying to make sure I close the deal—because if he gets all this stuff—the commission will be enough for me to pay my rent. This guy does not seem all that confident at first, so I decide to use compliments to get him to do my bidding.

"Michael, why don’t you go and try those on? This whole outfit. I know it’s going to look amazing on you. I can already tell that this is your color. Just step into that stall and let me see. I cannot wait."

He does what I say, and after a few minutes, he comes back out. I don’t have to lie, it really does look good on him.

Damn! That’s it, right there! You look so good. I’m having some thoughts right now.

Why don’t you come help me in this dressing room and demonstrate?

That catches me off guard a little bit because he didn’t seem like the type. I cannot say I’m mad though. He is sexy. Tall, graham-cracker-colored skin, muscles barely restrained under the clothes. I do not mind at all showing him a thing or two, so I step into the dressing room stall with him, close the door behind us, and things get real hot, real fast. I’m talkin’ about hands, tongues, and clothes everywhere. He knows exactly what he is doing. But—shit—I do, too. He picks me up and puts me against that wall, and we get real acquainted.

A quick check for the condom, and I toss my head back, as I feel him push all the way inside of me. I give him a tight squeeze from the inside, and it’s not long before he is smothering his groans against my neck. I don’t let him go until I get mine. As soon as I do, I pull my skirt back down, straighten up my clothes, and head back out.

Michael is a satisfied customer in more ways than one, and I’ll get a fat commission off him. I just hope he don’t be tryin’ to act like he my man now.

Once he’s gone, I realize that the owner—Jasmine—has stopped in. Now she is a trip. Just lookin’ at her, you can tell. She’s a pretty woman, thick, caramel-toned skin, keeps a long lace front in, clothes always hugging her body.

The whole store is based around rumors of Jasmine’s past. Some say she used to be a porn star. Others say she used to be a stripper. That’s where people think the name Candy came from. Really, the whole Candy Kloset thing is a cool name to draw in college kids. I’m not exactly sure about her past, but she will tell people in a minute that she’s done all kinds of things and there’s no shame in her game. I can’t be mad at that.

She’s not here every day. We deal with the day-to-day stuff, and she just comes in mostly to handle the mail, the money, and make sure that everything has been running smoothly.

Jasmine does look after us like a mama bear. She older than us, and I’ve always looked up to her. She’s had Candy Kloset for a while, and in spite of what people might say, she was