One Hustler's World

by Nikita Stewart

  Keisha asked him. "How in the world did you get someone so pretty to accompany you on such short notice?"

  "Some women know swag when they see it."

  Throughout the four-plus hour drive, KT downplayed Dynamo's sharp responses as mere harmless banter. He was happy Keisha hadn't seemed to notice his friend's disdain. He took Keisha around the waist. Nibbling her earlobe, he whispered. "Beautiful, thanks for coming."

  "If you think we’re doing anything more than what we established, you can save your thanks." Keisha, taken by his feigned hurt feelings, relish how his embrace seems to shield her from all the world's ill. His reluctance to end their embrace entailed his desire for her. Unable to continue denying herself, she smooched his lips.

  Arriving in Ocean City, Maryland, just after l pm, Keisha & Dynamo's acquaintance enjoyed spending the men's money inside the boardwalk bouquets. Ever since Keisha and KT began their courtship, every free moment they spent together. Putt-Putt Golf & Games, the movies, skating rinks, bowling, late-night phone conversations until one fell asleep. They resembled high schoolers blindly racing towards the unknown.

  Keisha’s thoughts disrupted by the Hilton Hotel, suite bathroom door opening, she spied the emerging high yellow beauty. Her candy apple red, two-piece bikini, and six-inch Manolo Blahnik stilettoes accentuated her voluptuous curves. Keisha caught KT's inconspicuous leer. She slapped him upside his head and said, "Don't get embarrassed way out here."

  KT rummaged through her shopping bags and placed an item against her body. “Beautiful, I gotta see how this looks on you."

  "When we hit the beach tomorrow, you will."

  Candace pulled Keisha into her whisper. "I'm wearing mine to remind Dy who controls who. Right now, he'll jump to his death if I say so."

  Keisha snatched the item from KT. Allowing him to kiss her cheek, she closed the bathroom door behind her.

  Candace stepped to KT and said, "When we get back, you can pay me for helping you cross second base."

  Instead of responding, he gave her a glass flute. Watching Candace quickly consume the wine, he refilled her glass. Transfix on the magnificence of her slowly licking her full, moist lips, he didn't resist her kiss on his cheek.

  Candace spied Dynamo's agitation. She pulled him close then cupped his crouch. Suckling his suckled his mouth, her one-way kiss became an aggressive 2-way. "Dy, you know you, my king. Nobody else means shit. You’re my king. I serve you."

  Dynamo raising her chin, peered into her sparkling, glossed-over eyes. Aware of her cocaine enthused arousal, he snatched her into another kiss. The bathroom door slowly opens. He froze upon the emergence of what could only be described as an Mt. Olympus goddess.

  Canary yellow, two-piece bikini, sheer wrap-around, and matching 6-inch Manolo Blahnik stilettoes accentuated light caramel legs that seem to stretch into eternity. Perfect hips. Small waist. Sexy abs. Her 34Cs resembled mouth-watering melons. Her long, dark hair tied back gave a radiance to her sparkling, daisy green eyes, button nose, and plump, naturally moist lips.

  The more Dynamo ogled Keisha, the angrier he became. The mere thought of her dismissing him outside of the Norfolk State University library, he could envision... A soft hand seized his chin. He allowed Candace to pull him into an impassioned kiss. Stealing her breath away, he kissed until her wobbly legs and elevated heartrate signified his masculine dominance.

  Candance stumbled back and exhaled. "DY, you need to get an eyeful of somebody else bitch more often."

  KT shared a hearty laugh. He pulled Keisha close then set his glass flute to her lips. Watching her take several slow sips, he warred against the urge to suck the melanin from her neck. "Beautiful, I gotta find you a new name cause you blew that one out the water."

  "Keisha, you can easily be a supermodel." Candace complimented her. "I'm embarrassed to even be around someone so beautiful."

  "Then why you around me?" An interjecting KT quipped. "Missing Link real talk, don't get it twisted ... you top-flight sexy too."

  "What I tell you about that!"

  A befuddled Keisha inquired. "Why do they call you Missing Link?"

  Candace shrugged. “That's just a name some turkeys from the neighborhood gave me. The more I hate it, the more they use it.”

  KT uncorked another bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Holding two glass flutes, he slid the glass door open. Keisha walked onto the balcony.

  Standing along the railing, she gazed upon the tourists trekking along the Ocean City boardwalk, eight stories below. A perfect saltwater breeze caressing her skin as she marveled at the Atlantic Ocean horizon. Given a flute, she didn't protest KT pressing against her backside. The way he pulled her deeper into his desire filled her with a sensual warmth. Keisha, taken by him suckling her neck, purred. "Baby, this is so lovely... thank you for everything."

  "I should be thanking you. Just being here with you makes me feel bigger than the president."

  "My girlfriends said it was too soon to be taking trips with you."

  "Then why did you?"

  "My department was given a few extra days off. It was time for a break from everyday life. And since you've been such a gentleman, I said what the hell."

  KT kissed her shoulder. "You know, you never did tell me where you work or what you do for a living."

  She countered. "You never told me what you do either."

  "Not important."

  "Same here." Keisha drank her wine. She sat her flute aside then turned within his embrace. Her arms around his neck, she asked. "After all this time, how come you haven't made a move besides hugs and light kisses?"

  "Outside that library, you said patience and honesty were key. Honesty was easy cause I had nothing to lie about. The patience part... I was scared not to be."

  "Scared of what?"

  KT sat her on top of the balcony table. Between her legs, he removed a strand of hair from her forehead. Peering into the daisy green-tinted windows to her soul, he replied, “All my life, it’s been one situation after another. Pops died when I was a kid mom goes to prison. Sometimes my world can be overwhelming. But when I look at you, it’s like I’m looking at my guardian angel. I feel like I can do anything. So, the last thing I need is an angel running off cause I jumped the gun.”

  Keisha asked him. "So, you've been patiently waiting, no other women?"

  "If you were my woman, I wouldn't need other ones."

  "You're something else, Mr. Khalid Nikita. I do respect your honesty." Keisha watched him slowly undo her sheer wrap-around. "Baby, what you doing?"

  KT smooched her inner thighs. "My patience ran dry. Now I'm trying to see if you ready to make us official." He placed her feet on the table. His face between her thighs, he smooched her bikini bottom. Leering her aroused uncertainty, he cherished her accumulating warmth. "Whenever you feel like telling me to stop, just look inside the suite."

  Keisha looked through the sliding glass door. She spied Candace, seated at the mattress edge, palming a stark-naked Dynamo's buttock. Her mouth was stuffed with his engorged manhood.

  A forceful suckle penetrating Keisha’s bikini bottom, she whimpered. "Baby, this crazy... people walking by can see us. Plus, your friends doing that in our room."

  KT removed Keisha’s bikini bottom and draped her long, light caramel legs over his shoulders. Studying her femininity, he tickled her lightly trimmed pubic hairs. He kissed her slim, moist, soft caramel folds. Marveling her tiny utopia entrance, he inhaled her ripe, natural warmth. Keisha’s womanhood pulsating from his warm breath, KT took a slow lick. He smooched her folds then suckled upon her clitoris. Her accumulating moisture trickled along her passion passageway, down his chin. KT easing his right index inside her, was seized by Keisha’s warm, damp, exceptionally snug loins. Utterly astonished, he asked. "Beautiful, you celibate?"

  "I wish."

  He licked her entire womanhood. "You so tight... taste so good."

  "Baby, what about people watching?"

  "Yo delicious self, need to
be worrying about what I'm about to do to you."

  Keisha, forced into exhibitionism, was stunned by KT's sensual, come-hither finger upstroke. He was caressing her vagina ceiling, probing her G-spot, while kissing along her womanly folds. Her clitoris was feast upon tauntingly.

  Keisha’s head flung back, she gripped the edge of the table. She lost her breathing pattern. Her loins convulsed along his slightest touch. Swaying against KT’s erotica redefining cunnilingus, she cried. "Oh gawd, please, please, you gotta stop this! Baby, please stop!!!"

  KT took Keisha’s entire womanhood into his mouth and unleashed a forceful suckle. Savoring her natural ripeness, he hurled the light caramel majestic into the climatic abyss. Orally accepting Keisha’s orgasm, he continued his cunnilingus onslaught until she convulsed from back-to-back-to-back orgasms.

  KT removed his tank-top then placed her legs back across his shoulders. Standing tall, with Keisha in a half-mounted buck, he studied her perspiration-slick brow. Her inability to steady her breathing and orgasm-flushed astonishment was terrific.

  Keisha ogled the way KT calmly unfastened his belt as if he were unwrapping a birthday present. She helped him undo his jeans then pulled his silk boxers down. Suddenly, Keisha was awash by an arctic cold chill racing along her spine. She stalled the unveiling of his present. “Baby, I don’t think I’m ready.”

  “Beautiful, don’t do this to me, not now.”

  “Please don’t be mad. It’s just... I want our first time to be special.”

  KT, fighting against the urge to pillage Keisha’s chastity anyway, reluctantly fastened his jeans & belt buckle. In need of a cold shower, he retrieved her bikini bottom and said, "At least let me do the honors."

  Keisha allowed him to ease the fabric up her legs. Her knees kissed, she was helped from the table. She was taken aback by his surprisingly calm demeanor. "Please don't be upset."

  "Out the gate, I wanted more than pussy. So, I guess I can wait." KT’s hand against her chest, he was able to feel her accelerated heartbeat. He took an exhausted seat in the balcony chair. "Beautiful real talk. I think it’s time you state your real intentions. Cause something just not adding upright."

  Keisha eyed him bewilderingly. “That’s something we usually say to you guys. Especially because most men just wanna do what we didn’t finish.” She didn’t resist being pulled into sitting across his lap. Her arms around his neck, she spoke from a heart longing to be understood. “Right now, can we just enjoy each other’s company and let tomorrow come?”

  “You sure that’s what you want?”

  Keisha nodded solemnly.

  KT smirked. “Be honest, my head game Super-bowl MVP vicious."

  Keisha pinched his nose." That's for being a conceited ninny." She plucked his chin. "That's for doing that where people could see us." Hurling him into an impassioned kiss, she suckled a saliva speckle from his lips. "That's for being so understanding and a dear friend."

  The large bed swaying aggressively, animalistic moans and groans filled the hotel suite. Candance, hips raised, and her face pressed against the mattress, wept from Dynamo’s fierce long strokes. He marveled at the dance of her perfect, pillow-soft buttocks. Her snug loins surrendering to his dominance, he ravaged the high yellow beauty from behind. He noticed her imminent nirvana, so he withdrew from her.

  Dynamo flipped Candace onto her back. Scaling her nakedness, he set his knees to the mattress. Situated just above Candace’s chest, he seized a fist full of her hair. Dynamo, jerking his manhood, doused her face with so much semen, he creamed her eyes shut.

  Candance helped from the bed suckled semen from his manhood helmet. By his semi-erect manhood, she pulled Dynamo into the bathroom. Moments later, the shower ran in the distance.

  Keisha led KT back inside their sexually ransacked hotel suite. Greeted by the humid warmth of primal intercourse, she exclaimed. "They went at it like real-life porno stars."

  "Teach me how to make you cum for days. Maybe I can be yours."

  She downplayed his erotic request and led him into the adjacent suite. "Let’s take this room. Because after that, no way I'm sleeping on those sheets. Plus, you need to wash my scent off you."

  KT laughed. “Yo cum might be my new cologne. Ms. Gone Tell All Her Friends she beat me for the head.”

  ∗

  Chez LeFluer

  Coastal Highway, Ocean City, Maryland

  9 pm Later Same Evening

  KT held the double doors open and ushered everyone inside the dimly lit Grand pianist entertained Chez LeFluer, the 5-star Italian restaurant. He approached the hostess and said. "Reservations for Garrison, a party of four.”

  The hostess skimmed her reservation log. Satisfied, she led the quartet through the near capacity-filled eatery. Candance relishes the male patrons ogling her & Keisha's beauty. Whom adorning a strawberry, Christian Dior tube dress and matching Coco Chanel, six-inch open-toe stilettoes pulled KT into her right arm embrace. For seemingly the umpteenth time, she was taken by the way an electric blue, Calvin Klein suit & butterscotch, Stacy Adams loafers adorn his 6' 1, 206Ibs. Keisha kissed his ear and whispered. "The spotlight yours."

  Shown to their table, Dynamo helped Candace into her seat. He gave the hostess a $20 tip and accepted four menus. Their orders were placed and received; the quartet enjoyed more 1961 Cabernet Sauvignon. Dynamo and Candace enjoyed baked Ziti & Chicken Parmesan dishes. KT and Keisha shared Chicken Masalas & Lobster Newburg dishes. For dessert, everyone tried the chocolate Soufflé.

  Dynamo took care of their large dinner tab. On his way to the restaurant's restroom area, he insisted everyone else head outside.

  KT helped Candace into his Nissan Pathfinder rear passenger seat. Instead of assisting Keisha, he held her against the front passenger door. He caressed her stomach then asked. "Yo sexy-self full, huh?"

  Keisha nodded exhaustedly. “Everything was so delicious."

  KT helped Helping her into the SUV, then gestured towards the neighboring 7-Eleven. "Let me run over and grab some cigarillos." He made his way over to the convenience store. Inside, he approached the cashier's counter and said. "Two boxes of vanilla Dutch cigarillos."

  Bell chiming, the double doors swung open. Winded, a youngster charged the cashier’s counter and interjected. “Young... did I see ya wit dem shawties in the black Path?”

  "You can say it. I know they super sexy." KT gloated.

  The youngster hunched over, hands on his knees, struggled to catch his breath. Thirty seconds later, he replied. “Some bamma look like he bout to crush em both.”

  KT glared at him. “What did you say?”

  The youngster pulled him to the double doors. Both looking through the glass spied Candace standing toe-to-toe with a large, broad-shouldered man. His Stacy Adams loafers clacking against the asphalt, KT ran out of the store. Nearly shoving the large stranger to the ground, he snatched Candace aside and said. “Dude, put his hands on you!”

  She acknowledged Keisha, cowering on the Nissan Pathfinder opposite side. A river of tears coursing her cheeks, she wept in utter terror.

  The stranger, 6'4, 250Ibs, glared at Keisha evilly. "Stinking bitch, you thought you could stay hidden!" Primed to charge, he paused from the well-dressed man blocking his path. "Young dis don't concern you." Again, he glared at Keisha. “Dis bout that dick sucking bitch there!"

  Candace shoved the disrespectful stranger from behind. Barely nudging him, she met his sneer with her fiery own. "Leave that damn girl alone and just carry your ass." An open palm slamming into her face, her shrilly cry followed her to the ground.

  KT slammed an overhand left into the stranger's jaw, connected with a short right, quickly followed by a blinding left to the man’s midsection. The man staggering back caught himself mid-collapse. He leaped back, looked across the street, then yelled. "Swooo woo!"

  KT recognized the call-to-action caw used by the Bloods street gang. With steady commuter traffic racing along Coastal Highway, several overly anxious men i
mpatiently awaited the opportunity to cross the street. Time of the essence. The situation spiraling out of control, KT snatched Keisha by the arm. "Get back in the restaurant. Take Candance with you."

  Candace rushed a distraught Keisha back towards Chez LeFluer.

  A tall, slender man charged from across the street. KT weaved the man’s off-balanced haymaker. He slung the man into a sedan then hit him with a swift left-right-left punch combination. He tossed the semi-conscious man to the ground just as more men charged. He was bull-rushed and thrown to the ground.

  KT rolled with the momentum and quickly leaped back to his feet. He sidestepped a second bull-rush. He connected with a short left hook to another man's temple before withstanding a punch to his forehead. Another punch slammed into his jaw. A third punch rattled his oblique.

  The man stood tall. His arms folded, he glowed, watching six loyal gang-members swarm his assailant.

  KT, stumbling back, was again slugged in his jaw. He hit an overweight man with a swift haymaker. Grabbed from behind, he was slammed against his vehicle. Overwhelmed by a flurry of punches and kicks, he collapsed to his knees.

  Suddenly, an agonizing howl pierced the night.

  Glass exploding, Dynamo slammed the overweight man head’s head through the adjacent sedan's passenger window. He clotheslined another gangbanger. Fighting his was KT, he snatched him back to his feet. “Get wit it, fam!” A beer bottle exploding against the back of his head, Dynamo to the ground.

  KT pounced upon the man wielding a broken bottleneck. He weaved a bottleneck thrust and connected with a straight right. Throwing the man to the ground, his Stacy Adams loafer strike to the man’s skull sent him into dreamland. KT slugged in the jaw spied a bright, lightning-fast figure charging into the fray.

  Candance gripping a taser gun, fired twin prongs into a red bandana adorn man. She unleashed 10,000 volts of fiery torment. KT slammed a head-butt into one man's nose. He kneed another man in the gut, then slammed his head against his SUV hood.