by C. Wash
“Oh my God. We really just did that shit,” Native yelled, busting into the dressing room.
“I can’t believe it either, son,” Mystro said closing the door. “That shit felt so crazy.”
“How much you think we made?” Native asked just as there was a light knock on the door.
“Oh shit,” Mystro said looking at the closed door. “I’m not opening that shit. It might be that fake dom lady outside. I can’t take no more of her, moe,” She continued, staying away from the door.
After five minutes, the knocking stopped. Mystro decided to open the door slowly to see if the coast was clear. There was no psycho, but there was a gorgeous female waiting on the other side. Mystro was stuck when she saw her face, and Native rushed to the door to see what was happening.
“Come in,” Native told the lady.
Mystro was still speechless. The woman’s beauty was unmeasured.
Native and the female held a brief conversation, while Mystro looked on in silence. She was experiencing love at first sight, and was oblivious to what was being said.
‘DAMN, shawty is sexy as shit. God has finally answered my prayers. This is going to be my new wife.’ Mystro was deep in thought.
“My, this is Church,” Native said trying to snap her friend out of the stupor. “Slim, you hear me?” Native asked, elbowing Mystro to the ribs.
She immediately snapped out of thought. She grabbed her side and mean mugged Native. “Why you do that, son? I heard you.”
“Then say something,” Native barked. “We have a guest.”
“Hello, Mystro,” Church said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The female extended her petite hand toward her.
She grabbed Church’s hand, and kissed the back, “Pleasure’s all mine,” She replied, in her best Billie Dee impersonation.
Church blushed.
Native gagged.
“Did you enjoy our show?” Mystro asked.
“Dog, she just said all that,” Native chimed in. “I thought you was listening. She just said she caught our show, and thought it was cool but she can give us a few pointers if we interested.” Native explained.
Church smiled, staring up at Mystro seductively.
Mystro was beyond embarrassed, but she pulled it together. “Forgive me, I had a few too many shots before the show,” she replied. “What were you saying again?”
“It’s ok, I was saying that I really enjoyed you guys up there, and I could tell the ladies did too. Especially one in particular.” Church continued laughing. “Your friend referred to her as Biggie Dom I think.”
“Yeah, I don’t ever want to see that monster again,” Native added. “I don’t care how much money she spending.”
“That’s what I came to talk to you about,” Church said. “She is exactly the type of admirer you play into. I think you guys have potential and if you allow me to work with you, I believe you can make major money.
Before Mystro responded, she looked out of the open door and noticed a female rushing down the steps toward her friends. She began yelling excitedly, “Some cute little Dom upstairs buying rounds for everybody. You better get one while they last!”
“Fuck, where is Baby Dom?” Mystro yelled.
CHAPTER 7
Mystro and Native decided to take Church up on her offer to give them a few pointers for their show. They agreed to meet her at her home uptown, better known as Northwest DC. However, they were not prepared for what Church had in store.
They were all in Church’s basement, as she positioned her five foot three inched frame directly in front of her ceiling to floor length mirror. She went over the dance routine that she choreographed for Mystro and Native. Even in her red leotard, fishnet stockings and red stilettos, she pulled off the masculine moves with the finesse of an Alvin Ailey dancer.
Church turned her small home’s basement into a dance studio, complete with hardwood floors and mirrors. It had been a long time dream of her’s to be a dancer, and she practiced hard on her art. But, until that dream was attained, she just taught those who were interested in what she learned on her own, and that included strippers.
“Mystro, what are you doing?” Church asked, looking at Mystro’s reflection behind her in the mirror.
“Huh,” Mystro replied, snapping out of her stare-fest. “What you mean what am I doing?”
“I’m going over the movements, and I see you looking but not dancing. Do you have your part?” Church asked, while approaching her iPod to pause the music.
“The fuck is you giving, son?” Native asked Mystro. Native was out of breath, while doubled over with her hands on her knees. She used this moment to take a quick break. “We supposed to be working.”
“What are ya’ll talking about,” Mystro questioned. “I’m dancing.”
“No, you were watching,” Church stated. “And, Native, what are you doing, sweetie? Do you think you have it?” Church continued. “Because from what I see you don’t.”
“Baby girl, don’t even come for me,” Native shot back. “I ain’t even know we was coming over this joint to get all sweaty and shit. I woulda threw on more appropriate clothing if that was the case.”
“That’s my fault. When I gave you my information at the club, I should have been more specific about what we would be doing tonight,” Church apologized. “I guess I didn’t want to scare you off before you had a chance to see what I was talking about. But this is serious. You two are on stage as a team. So you already have an advantage on the rest of the Dom’s. But, the big difference between you and them will be what you do in your performance,” Church continued. “And how you move.”
“What you mean?” Native asked. She dropped to the floor, and rolled over on her back, to catch her breath.
Mystro looked on in silence concentrating only on Church.
“What I mean is you have to cater to the women in the crowd. You have to mind fuck them so hard that they are willing to give their whole life, just for the possibility to gain your attention. To achieve this, your stamina has to be up, and you have to get this routine down.”
“I’m not the one you need to be schooling.” Native pulled herself to her feet. “Mystro, are you with me or are you out lunching?” She asked her friend.
“I’m with you,” Mystro replied. “Fuck you talking about?”
“I’m saying, you ain’t did shit but stare at this bitch’s ass the whole time we been in here,” Native responded angrily.
“Bitch,” Church frowned.
“My bad, baby girl, I ain’t mean no disrespect,” Native stated. “I’m just saying, Mystro, if you wanna get with shawty, holla at me, moe. I’ll get out ya’ll way. But I thought this shit was for us to get right, and for us to get some paper. But, you in here bullshitting. I mean I ain’t no dancer, but at least I’m trying.”
“Bullshitting,” Mystro asked, leaning in. “Church, run that music from the beginning.” Mystro requested.
Church dashed toward her iPod touch, and hit the play button. The base crawled through the speakers in the corners of the wall. Mystro immediately broke out in her routine. She used Church as her focus. Every move she made, was to seduce. While the performance went on, not only did Mystro prove that she had her routine down, but she also succeeded in tempting Church. She was highly impressed.
When the routine was over Mystro asked, “Now, what you goin’ do, Native?”
Native looked on in disbelief. Her friend appeared stuck but she was actually focused.
“Man, fuck this,” Native barked. “All this shit dumb anyway.” Really she was just frustrated and unsure of her own part.
“Listen, I’m just trying to help ya’ll get more money,” Church explained. “But in order to do that, you have to listen to what I’m saying and do everything I ask.” Her voice elevated. “The first thing I think we need to do is get in the gym, on the cardio machines, to get your stamina up.” She wrapped her hand around her neat ponytail, and pulled it back.
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��Hold up, hold up, I ain’t training for the Olympics,” Native said. “This shit is just to dance in front of a bunch of horny ass dykes. Ya’ll got me fucked up if you think it’s more than that.”
“So what you saying, son, you not gonna do the shit?” Mystro asked.
“That’s just what I’m saying. I’m gone.” Native trudged up the basement steps, and out the front door.
Mystro walked toward the steps. “Native…Native,” Mystro called out. “Come back, slim.” The door closed.
“I’m sorry about my friend, Church. I really do appreciate you taking the time to help us out.” Mystro turned away from the steps, and walked back towards Church.
She faced Mystro and Mystro noticed the sultry look in her eyes. It appeared as if Church was flirting with her all of a sudden.
Church could feel that Mystro was attracted to her, and she used this to her advantage.
Mystro watched as Church glided toward her. She admired her ample breasts and small waist. Even though Church was stacked, her movements were fluid. Everything she did was graceful and dainty. She was driving Mystro insane inside, and out. But, Mystro tried her hardest to maintain her cool; although she wanted nothing more than to marry her and run off into the sunset to build a family.
Church reached Mystro and cozied up close to her body. She looked up into Mystro’s eyes and before she spoke, she used her index finger to run down Mystro’s neck and collarbone. Then Church said, “I do not mind helping ya’ll. Besides, the more time I spend with you, the better for me. But, I offered my assistance because I saw the potential in both of you. I’m looking to coach a team. So I need Native.”
Mystro rolled her eyes upward. She knew how stubborn Native could be and was not looking forward to tackling this issue with her.
Church reached up and caressed Mystro’s chin. “Get Native on board,” She said. “And, trust me, it’ll be worth it.” She placed a soft kiss on Mystro’s lips.
As far as Mystro was concerned, enough was said and she was in love, again.
CHAPTER 8
“I ain’t think you was gonna call me, Native,” Ife said as Native kissed her stomach.
“Of course I called, I still owe you don’t I? Now shut up and let me pay my debt,” Native ordered.
When Native stormed out of Church’s house like a spoiled two year old, she realized that she rode over there with Mystro, who was still inside the house. So how was she going to get home? Luckily she knew the neighborhood, and decided to walk to the end of the block to go to the 7-11. As she strutted down the street, she remembered one of her slide’s (a girl she fucked without commitment), lived on the next street over.
Ife was an African girl who Native met in a reggae club a year ago. She never did much with her outside of sex, and that was fine with Native. Besides, Ife wasn’t Native’s type. Although she was a sexy chick with a natural and Afro centric look about her, she was too wild and demanding. She wore her hair in sister locks, and she always smelled of Egyptian musk or Coco butter. Although Native didn’t like kicking it with Ife often, the sex was always good.
She called Ife and told her she was stuck around the corner. And fifteen minutes later, she pulled up on Native, and took her home. Now she was about to fuck.
Native continued to kiss Ife’s stomach and inner thigh, making her way to her waiting clean shaved pussy. A bald pussy was a turn on to Native. She preferred her boxes that way.
She parted Ife’s pussy lips with her tongue and her extra large clit popped out, the moment it was exposed. Native had a theory and method on eating pussy. She based her theory on the size of the girl’s clit. She had to put in major work on the smaller hidden love buttons, but for the bigger ones, it was about consistency.
For Ife, she loved when Native used her tongue like a sharp dagger, and jabbed it in and out of her opening. She was driven to shear ecstasy when Native would tongue fuck her, and occasionally run her tongue over her clit. She was simple to bring to an orgasm and Native loved that the most, but she could never get enough and that was a problem.
“Oh…oh…shiiiiitttt,” Ife yelled. “I’m cumming.”
Native bore down harder, and sucked on Ife’s clit, making sure she came fast and hard. She did.
Native lifted her head up, with her chin glistening. She used the inside of her black T-shirt’s collar to wipe her mouth off. “Turn over,” Native ordered Ife onto her stomach. She knew she wasn’t finished putting in work.
Ife happily obliged. She loved what was coming. This was the part of their sex game that she lived for.
Native positioned herself behind Ife in true doggie style formation. She pushed Ife’s back down and commanded, “Ass up, girl.”
Ife complied as she grabbed a pillow, and arched her back to position her ass in the air. Native pushed into her awaiting pussy, while on her knees. She pulled Ife’s phat ass open wider with a hand on both her left and right cheek. She needed to expose Ife’s pussy completely, so she could lean in and align their boxes like connect the dots.
When they were in sync, Native begin to grind her own clit against Ife’s opening. Ife was a pro at this shit. She was able to use her intact kegel muscles to grab hold of Natives clit as if it was a dick. The squeezing of Native’s clit drove her crazy.
The two continued to grind and fuck each other’s brains out, until Native could no longer take anymore.
“Ahhhhhhh…fuck,” Native screamed as Ife continued to whine her ass repeatedly to make Native cum hard.
As Native came Ife jumped up and got underneath her to suck her clit. She loved the way Native’s cum tasted, and wanted to lap up all of her juices. This only sent Native into overdrive. She came again, harder, afterwards trying to push Ife off of her body.
“Stop,” Native shouted. “You know I can’t take all that shit.” She was satisfied, and she wanted the game over. Native rolled off her knees and onto her back out of breath.
“I know, but I’m ready for round two,” Ife whispered, as she jumped up and straddled Native’s face.
Native was irritated but pushed through. She immediately gripped Ife’s ass cheeks, and went back to work feasting on her saturated pussy.
“Mmmmm…ahhhhh…mmmm, damn you Indian looking mothafucka. That shit feels so good,” Ife cooed.
Native hated when bitches talked shit to her. She liked for her females to have a little spice, and a smartass mouth occasionally, but in the bedroom, she was king. Ife popping off at the chops only made Native speed up her movements to make her bust quicker.
“Ahhh, oh shit. I’m cumming,” Ife screamed, as she gripped Native’s hair and rode her tongue while squeezing out her second orgasm. When completely finished, she scooted her body down and tried to lie on top of Native.
“Damn, ma, you was ‘bout to drown me,” Native said as she pushed Ife off of her body completely.
“What the fuck you expect? You ate this pussy down,” Ife confessed as she rolled over onto her side.
“So, what you ‘bout to do?” Native asked, standing up to grab her black Polo robe. She also grabbed her towel to wipe her face.
Ife sucked her teeth and said, “What you mean? I’m about to go to sleep.”
“Not here you ain’t. I gotta get up early tomorrow.” Native lied.
Ife sucked her teeth even louder. “That’s why you get the fuck on my nerves,” she shouted. “I don’t know when I’ma learn my fucking lesson.” Ife scanned the room for her dress.
“Come on, boo, you knew what it was before you even came in here,” Native explained. “I appreciate you looking out for me with the ride.” Native continued handing Ife a towel. “But now its time for you to bounce.”
“Oh so now you being a gentleman and handing me a towel to shower with?” Ife asked.
“Naw, ma, you can’t take no shower. My mom’s would lose it, she probably already ‘bout to go on me cuz you in here screaming and shit,” Native advised. “Use the towel to wipe up and then toss it over there in the hamp
er.”
“This some bullshit. I’d be a dumb bitch if I ever came over here again,” Ife stated, as she grabbed her knockoff Louis Vuitton bag. She located her dress and threw it over her naked body, stuffing her thong and bra inside her purse and before she headed towards the bedroom door she said, “Next time you need money or you stuck uptown, don’t call me.”
“Yeah aight. Hold up, shawty,” Native stopped Ife. “Let me make sure the coast clear.” Native moved past her towards the door.
She opened her bedroom door slowly, and peeked into the hallway. She saw her mother’s bedroom door closed. She could see the TV light from the bottom of the door, and figured she was asleep. But before having Ife come out the room, she wanted to investigate why the dining room light was on downstairs. She walked down the steps to see who was in there.
She found Mystro standing in the dining room hanging up the house phone. She wore a look of anger and sadness on her face.
“Oh, what’s up, slim. I ain’t know you was home yet, what’s wrong?” Native asked.
“Just finished talking to Mack, I gotta get up there to see him soon.” Mystro said referring to her father.
“How he doing?” Native asked concerned. Mystro didn’t say anything she just shook her head and looked towards the television in the living room. “Ok.” Native said picking up the fact that Mystro didn’t want to talk about it. “Is mommy down here?”
“Naw, I think she up there sleep.” Mystro stated.
“Cool,” Native responded. “Ife,” she whispered loudly up the stairs. “Come down.”
Ife came tip toeing down the stairs heated and walked right past Native who rested at the foot of the staircase.
Mystro noticed the tight lip on Ife, and chuckled under her breath as she got up and made her way to the door to unlock it.
“Bye, Mystro,” Ife angrily shouted, ignoring Native. She walked passed Mystro and out the door.