"Get to flippin like a trap phone
But I never lose connection
If you feeling that I'm on your line
Hit me with the right click
And I put that on everything
You ain't met a nigga like this…"

Duckwrth – "Quick"

Fucking Tony Stark.

Erik thought that once he left California, he could put distance between himself and the narcissistic billionaire. He learned as much as could from Tony, especially using the Stark labs to study the vibranium his father left behind. Tony's world was seductive. Billionaire freedom was a type of hyper surrealistic living that warped a person's humanity. It was easy to dehumanize others. It was easy to manipulate under the guise of charm, good looks, and fake caring. It was easy to spend money on things that pissed away resources to build weaponry over life-saving tech that could save billions of lives. Instead, it was used by Tony to amuse a stagnant, decrepit, reptilian uber-rich one percent and their government flunkies globally.

Erik had no respect for Tony. Never did. He saw what the man could do without a care in the world. Despite a shared life story over the loss of parents, and a shared life story of being genius children orphaned and forging paths in the world alone, Tony was pampered obsolescence. The world didn't need any useless rich people who pretended self-importance and hoarded the ability to live well from other people. The man, and people like him, would be the first to go once Erik ascended the throne of Wakanda. As his mother Califia taught him from birth, all power to the people. The new world order would prevent billionaires and even millionaires from existing. The new world order under his reign-

Erik saw that Tony focused his attention on Diša, and she was very cool with the man. Erik liked that. Most women would act impressed with Tony's seductive act of asking about them until they figured out if he wanted information from them or just a dip in the sack… or both. He seemed enamored with her hijab and form-hugging tracksuit.

"Have you been on your Hajj in Mecca, yet?" Tony asked.

"I went last year with my father. We spent a month overseas, and it gave me time to re-affirm my faith and also get some work done."

"Work?"

"I'm a graduate TA in the school of architecture and planning. I'm getting a PhD through the Art, Culture, and Technology program. I studied a lot of the ancient buildings throughout Saudi Arabia and we flew to Dubai so I could see some of the newer structures going up there."

"PhD… how old are you?"

Erik raised a brow at the intrusion. Tony sounded like he was interviewing her for his stacked deck of chosen ones. Diša sipped on her latte and Erik watched her succulent lips move.

"Twenty-five next month."

"Where did you do undergrad?"

"Here."

"High School?"

"Private school in L.A.."

"Where?"

"Is this a speed date, Tony? Or a job interview?"

Erik let a sly grin shift his lips. She didn't address him by his surname. He liked that. She wasn't bamboozled by the Stark schmooze and ostentatious display of wealth. Tony looked sheepish.

"You're an enigma. If I'm being too forward, please tell me—"

"Trust me, I would. But you seem fascinated by me and it's cute. I'd call it flirting but I think you're really interested in what I do because of Erik."

Erik cut his eyes away from her as he swirled the last of his espresso in his cup.

"Well, you know this guy, Stevens is—"

"I don't. We just formally met about thirty minutes ago,"

Tony's eyes grew enormous and his mouth went lax.

"Oh, shit. I interrupted a first date."

"No, it's not a date. He's a fan of my radio show and brought me some classic music."

Erik didn't like the amused look shining behind Tony's eyes.

"So we're both learning about you. Outstanding. High school?"

"Le Lycee Francais de Los Angeles. I went to the Marcus Garvey School for elementary, and before that, I was home-schooled by my parents. I skipped two grades. On weekends I went to an Arabic language school. I'm fluent in French and Arabic and I can play the drums. My all-time favorite drummer is Max Roach and I drum the entire album of, "We Insist" with my father and brothers playing percussion and tenor sax the last Sunday of every month. When I grow up, I want to design conscious sustainable homes across the world that cost very little for people to afford and own within a couple of years and not a lifetime. Would you like to know my blood type and astrological sign too?"

"I'm a Gemini, and you?"

"Cute," Diša said with a giggle, "I'm an Aries."

"So is Stevens," Tony said waving his hands toward Erik.

"Why do you do that?" she asked.

"Do what?" Tony quipped moving his seat closer to her.

"It's really passive-aggressive to call people informally by their last names. You give off buddy energy but it feels disdainful. What's up with that?"

Erik craned his neck back. Diša was on one.

"Stevens was my intern. I call all my interns and many of my employees by their surnames—"
"Yeah, but he's not an intern anymore, and he doesn't work for you. You're keeping him in his place by distancing your respect. He called you Tony. You call him Stevens. Like some ole subverted slave shit. Might as well call him Boy."

"Okay, this entire conversation just went left," Tony huffed.

The grin on Erik's face nearly split his face in two.

"Oh, you are so enjoying this Stevens… Erik… damn. I feel like the sexiest woman in the world has chastised me. I will be mindful of calling my former protégé by his first name respectfully and I'd like to take you out to dinner."

"No thanks," Diša said slipping down from her stool seat.

"No? Seriously? I have a private jet on standby. We can hop over to New York and have a five-star meal prepared by Chef Lovoirno over at the—"

"It was nice meeting you, Tony. My ex-husband is waiting for me at my house and I have a lecture to prepare later. Erik, another time?"

Erik stood up while Tony sat at his seat flabbergasted.

"Cool. Call me when you have some time," he said.

"I will. Thanks for the music."

Diša grabbed her DJ bag and walked out of the coffee shop. Erik watched her until she disappeared around a corner.

"Sheesh," Tony said.

"Yep."

"I want to marry her. Am I bleeding? I feel like she slit my throat as she left. Jesus, that fucking voice. You hear that voice?"

"Every day online."

"It's like… the gravitas of a Goddess humbling her worshippers. I could listen to her forever. How did you find her?"

"You messed up my moment," Erik said with irritation bubbling up.

"You should thank me. I got the skinny on her for you. Brilliant, trilingual, cares about the environment… musician, DJ, ex-husband, same zodiac sign…"

Erik felt a way about that. Ex was good. Still hanging out with a former husband? Not so good.

"I need to get back to my building. I have a study session."

"I'll walk back with you."

"Why are you here?"

"I have some meetings set up here, and I wanted to check on you. I also have a surprise for you. Courtesy of your grandfather."

"Granpop?"

"C'mon."

Erik and Tony walked together and a few students and staff recognized the strut and smug smile of the billionaire. They reached his building and Tony took him to a dark SUV. Happy, Tony's chauffeur and personal bodyguard, Harold "Happy" Hogan hopped out of the driver's side holding a motorcycle helmet.

"Shit," Erik said.

"I thought you might like this to tool around in. I know that muscle car of yours eats up gas."

Erik's black and green motorcycle sat pristine and shiny behind the sedan. The chrome on it was so polished that it glinted in the sunset striking Erik's eye with a harsh light.

"Thanks, man, I appreciate it."

Tony handed him the keys and Happy handed over the helmet. Erik would have to figure out a way to park it without extra fees and fuss. It was an actual help to him now because he could tell his dormmates that he couldn't drive them anywhere to save gas. Erik had become the unofficial taxi service for the Chocolate City crew.

"Hey, Erik."

Three of his dorm brothers rolled up on foot and they looked dazzled by seeing Tony with him. One of them was his sophomore roommate, Damien, who stuck to Erik whenever he chilled in the commons room of their dorm floor. Erik had been sneaking Alexis up into their dorm room fucking her silly, and Damien seemed to have the needs of a voyeur as his roommate. He caught the young man jerking off as Erik pounded the hell out of Alexis. He thought Damien was asleep and Alexis was dripping all over his fingers as he played in her folds as they snuggled under the covers on his bed watching a movie on his laptop. Alexis was a big ole freak who craved dick all the time, and she knew how to pant softly in his ear so that the other men didn't hear them. She had no problem having sex with him under the covers. Alexis had a roommate who never left her dorm room, and they were both tired of fucking in his car or clandestine meet-ups in the back of the library late at night. There was also the problem of her having a boyfriend on campus and she was paranoid about going to a hotel and someone seeing them together off-campus.

Erik was very sly with pretending he didn't interact with Alexis all that much between classes and her man had no clue that his own cheating ass was being cheated on by his own girl right under his nose. Alexis and her boyfriend had a dysfunctional relationship and yet they refused to break up. Erik had other girls he messed with occasionally on the low, but Alexis gave him the best release from his busy schedule. As crude as it sounded, all holes from her were available, and he took advantage. He was reaching his sexual peak as a young man and her hot snatch was just what he needed after grueling classes.

They hooked up at least three times a week, and two of those days always coincided when Damien was in. Erik asked him to leave the first time but the poor dude was exhausted trying to keep up with his course load. It was too loud for Damien to sleep in the commons and Alexis was getting irritated with a wet pussy waiting on him to beat down. Erik's erection was visible through his sweats and banging in the car in broad daylight was out of the question when they both had classes to attend right after. Erik told Damien to ignore them and he proceeded to tear Alexis's ass up.

The second time it happened, they didn't bother to stay under the covers and Damien got to see balls, pussy, assholes, titties, and dick sucking from a very exhibitionist woman. Erik caught sight of Damien's hand working his own dick until he came into some handy tissue that sat in a box by his bed. When Alexis left with stretched pussy walls and a smile on her face, Damien asked Erik about sex.

"How do you get girls to do that, man?" Damien asked.

Erik had been set to tell his roommate to keep his meat-beating to himself, but he figured out that Damien had a guy crush on him. Damien was heterosexual, and Erik recognized the awe and admiration with his easy and open sexuality that the young man carried for him. He also didn't have a lot of friends he could confide in that explicitly.

"You a virgin?"

"No, I've been with women before… just not like that."

"Sweet talk, consent, and condoms, bruh."

"No, I mean… she was doing all kinds of things… and I've never seen a girl's pussy do that."
"Do what?"

"It was moving."

"She had an orgasm. Pussy contracts. And Ma has a gorilla grip."

Damien smiled, feeling safe with his curiosity. Erik assumed Alexis' pussy throbbed hard because Erik whispered in her ear about how she was getting off because Damien was staring at her fat pussy. She moaned, and he told her to shut up knowing it would make her moan harder the more aggressive he became. He spanked Alexis, choked her, spit in her mouth, thumbed her puckered anal opening and more when she grew bratty on purpose. Erik revealed that he had caught sight of Damien fisting his dick because of them and the woman broke apart, her hard clenches along his length urging on his powerful release. Erik pulled off his condom and stroked the head of his dick against her clit until he busted a good hot one across her stomach.

"I've never seen that happen," Damien said.

As much porn as the dude watched, Erik was surprised he hadn't seen it before.

"You last a long time too—"
"Dude… look… if you treat a woman's body right, it will do all kinds of amazing things."

Damien nodded and Erik left their room to take a shower knowing that Damien would keep his mouth shut about Alexis. That horny lil nigga was getting the best live porn in his life. Alexis was his fantasy girl and Erik often observed Damien staring at her with wistful looks.

Erik glanced over at his building. Alexis was waiting for him, but his mind was on Diša. His dorm mates peeped his bike and gave compliments.

"Take me up and show me around," Tony said.

His dorm buddies loved that idea. It was better to get it over with and send Tony on his way. It was also a way of getting rid of Alexis.

###

Tony sat in the commons answering questions and chatting up twenty men crammed into the room surrounding him. Happy leaned up against a wall staring at his watch from time to time, and after three hours, Tony was whisked away to the sedan and Erik had to entertain excited chatter and questions asking about his internship and what it was like working for the man for another hour.

He was exhausted mentally when he dragged himself to his room and dropped on his twin bed. After a short nap, he hopped on his laptop to look up Diša. Her full name was Diša Abdullah-Woods, but there was very little of her on the net with her personal name. She never allowed pictures with her DJ name except for the Buttafly logo that was a simple Black butterfly. She was an enigma in a world that over-shared too much.

Erik kept watch of the goings-on in the Architecture school and came across an exhibit in an off-campus museum that would show off designs of the future. Grabbing his keys, Erik left Chocolate City and drove into the city. He parked near an art deco building.

Passing large canvas paintings and a few weird sculptures he checked out miniature structures that impressed him to the point of making him take his cell out to snap pictures for his grandfather and aunt who lived in London. Erik missed the memo of the event being a dress-up affair, but he was able to blend in with some dark joggers, a thin hoodie, and a jean jacket that belonged to his father from back in his day of being a barber in Oakland.

The structures on the display tables spread throughout the exhibit had futuristic homes, business structures, community centers, and schools designed with a strong ecological bent. A mix of using nature, solar power, and wind power for environmental harmony. Once more, Erik heard Diša's voice before he saw her as she stood fifteen feet away from him in front of a dazzling miniature mountain terrain apartment dwelling. Behind her on a wall was a blown-up photograph of her creation with the words, Ancient Tellum-Dogon inspired Dwellings by Diša Abdullah-Woods.

He observed her explaining her exhibit, and he walked around the side of it to get a better look. Her dwelling looked the most futuristic compared to some of the other designs, but it also had an almost primordial feel to it. The dwellings blended in with the color of the brownish-red mountains with garden roofs filled with tiny examples of vegetables grown by small figurines of people sunbathing, working out, or praying quietly on the different levels carved into the fake mountain. There were cisterns on every level that blended in with the natural textures of the mountain walls to provide water for the roof gardens and the homes. There was an aerodynamic curve to allow wind to cool the housing naturally without relying on air conditioning. The greenery also helped with cooling and providing shade.

Dressed in a painted-on brown and white faux snakeskin pencil skirt and a dark maroon blouse, Diša's twisted locs were piled high and clipped tight on her head. Lips the color of a magenta-red sunset, she had winged eyeliner that gave her a vintage glamourous look. Erik found his chest growing tight as the air left his lungs again. Every time he saw, her his hands grew clammy, and his mouth lost moisture. He stood and stared at her like he did their very first meeting. But this time around, she smiled at him and he thought he could fly to the moon and back.

"Erik, hi," she said reaching out and patting his arm like he was some little kid.

"I heard about this online. Thought I'd check it out. This is incredible," he said allowing his eyes to drop so he wouldn't incinerate in front of her penetrative gaze.

He wiped his hands on his joggers and swallowed quickly.

"You see what I do now," she said.

"There are a lot of cool designs here. I never really thought about architecture like this… mixing art and ancient tech in fresh ways."

"What are you studying?"

"Bioacoustics, sonic warfare."

"Heavy shit," she said.

A frown turned down the corners of her mouth. He hated seeing that.

"What year are you?"

"Grad student. I'm here for two years then I'm off to the Navy."

"Navy? Why?"

"I went to Annapolis—"

"My God, you're just a baby."

"No, I'm not. I'm twenty."

"Milk breath," she teased.

More people filtered into their area.

"Let's go look around," she said pulling on his jacket and moving him further into another section.

They admired artwork, models structures, and people-watched from a wide doorway. Erik followed her around like a puppy on a leash and whenever she pressed against him to whisper about some work they looked over, he felt the hairs on his arms and neck raise. She led him to a massive metal sculpture that reminded him of a waterfall in Sao Paulo. He told her so and explained his annual trips to Brazil and soon they were holed up in a corner talking about his capoeira, his life in Oakland before his parent's death, and his relationship with Tony Stark and Stark Enterprises. Her eyes lit up when he spoke of his play cousin Marisol, his Uncle Bakari, his Aunt Serah, and his amazing Granpop who survived prison, the death of his daughter, and raising a wild grandson.

"You are a heavy book with a misleading cover, Erik Stevens."

They both lost track of time until he noticed his physics professor stroll in. Tall, thick in the waist, but toned everywhere else, Professor Delany's dark bearded face took in his surroundings. He recognized Erik's face and sauntered over. Erik prepared to listen to him question his preparedness for a Wednesday test, but the man bypassed him and kissed Diša on the cheek.

"Sorry I came late. Papers needed to be graded, and I had an extended meeting during my office hours tonight."

"No need to explain. Hollis, this is—"

"Erik Stevens, I know. One of my best students."

"He's in your class?"

"Yes. Good to see you outside of lectures, Erik."

Erik gritted his teeth. Hollis Delany took up too much space next to Diša. This was her ex-husband?

"Hollis, I'm starving. Can we go eat now?"

"I just got here, honey…"

Honey?

For a divorced couple, Diša and Hollis were super friendly.

"Okay, take a moment to look around, but I'm ready for seafood and wine. My work is toward the front… number eleven," she said referring to the tags that labeled each student design.

"Be right back," Hollis said in a trail of strong cologne.

Erik tracked the man mingling with other people.

"The ex, huh?" Erik asked.

The sun rose from her lips as she smiled and watched Hollis wander away.

"Keep that to yourself around here. We had a scandalous affair, but we stayed friends. He's a wonderful man, but ultimately, I outgrew him."

Hollis was brilliant and had a cadre of swooning grad students vying for his attention in class. But Diša must've been a tremendous blow to his ego to lose. Erik hung out longer just to hear her talk about her future designs. Hollis returned, and Erik left before it became too obvious that he was jealous. He headed for the entrance but Diša and Hollis came up behind him. Outside of the museum, Hollis helped her put on a sweater and they followed Erik toward his car. When he stopped to take out his keys, he noticed the parking ticket on his window.

"Dammit," he grumbled snatching the ticket and shoving it in his pocket.

He had been so engrossed talking to her that he forgot to check the time and feed his meter. Diša had a sympathetic look on her face.

"Parking is easier with my motorcycle, but I've been getting a lot of tickets with my car."

"Sweet ride, young man," Hollis said.

"You have student parking, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I switch off with my bike. I don't use my car as much now, but once it snows, I'll have to ditch the bike, and I gotta figure out what to do with it when that happens."

"You can keep it at my house. I have a two-car garage, and no car right now," she said.

"I can pay you," Erik said not trying to free-load.

"Free is fine. I use one side for my drums and the other side is just some boxes."

Hollis seemed a little perturbed by the conversation. Especially when she mentioned the boxes.

"I can bring it over this weekend," Erik said seizing the opportunity to solve his storage problem.

"Swing it by on Saturday. I'll be home," she said.

Hollis took out his cell and acted like they had to rush off. Erik took one last look at her before her ex urged her on.

"Night, Diša. Your work was great to see. You have a lot of talent," he said.

"Thank you, Erik. Saturday?"

"Saturday," he said hopping into his car.

The engine rumbled with an impressive roar as he pulled away from the curb leaving her behind. At the light, he saw Hollis clasp her hand and walk her to their evening together. Erik wondered if they still fucked. He took healthy peeks at Diša's ass before Hollis showed up and she was quite aware that he was checking her out. However, her reaction to his blatant appreciation was to ignore him and keep talking about her life's work, and soon enough he was focused on her mind and not her breasts or the way the back of her neck curved and had a place for him to press his lips into. He thought of all the women he had before and even the one who captured his heart for a time back in California, Tony Stark's secretary Devika. Even she was no match for this woman. The longer he stayed near her the more she became mythic in his sight. People referred to being knocked off of their feet in songs and conversations, but this was his first experience with that visceral feeling.

Back in his dorm room, he skipped studying and took advantage of being alone there. Grabbing lotion and tissue from Damien's new open tissue box, Erik pulled down his underwear and joggers while sitting on the edge of his bed. He smoothed cool slippery cocoa butter lotion up and down his chubby penis that plumped up the more he tugged on it. Blood rushed into flesh and it thickened more until it was rock hard and pulsing in his hand.

He undressed Diša in his mind, unhooking her bra and letting fat titties spill out so that he could stretch his mouth around them. Her full figure had him rutting and cursing as beads of sweat dampened his skin. Erik stroked his hand down to his balls, fantasizing that his dick was deep inside the pussy of an imaginary Diša who bounced on his dick. Erik had a soft spot for big girls who could handle big dicks, and he just knew that woman would cream all over his thick erection. The orgasm rushed him. He spurted long ropes of semen on the floor, completely ignoring the tissue in his hand as he pretended to fuck Diša against the museum wall with Professor Hollis Delany watching him dick down his ex. Erik sucked in the groan that threatened to notify his other dorm mates that he was beating off, but the thought of Hollis seeing him spit on his dick with hot saliva as he fucked Diša deep in her ass made him cum hard again in thick white streams of jizz that covered his fingers.

He made a big mess all over his bed and the floor.

Pulling up his joggers, he used more napkins to wipe up his ejaculate. He threw the soiled tissues into a wastebasket across the room and felt his cell ring in his pocket. He answered without looking at the number.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you where I live," Diša said.

Erik burst out laughing and fell back on his bed.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Nothing, you just caught me watching something funny."

He grabbed onto his dick through his joggers. She had him hard again. Erik wished she was there to rub on his dick and make him cum once more.