Hersband Material

by C. Wash

  “Native,” Church yelled cutting her off. “You will go wherever the hell I tell you to go, or continue to be the same broke-busted-dyke you were before. I’ve taken your shit for long enough. It’s time you realize that the only one who’s running Hersband Material is me.”

  Chapter 21

  “This is completely insane, Church,” Mystro yells out while buttoning up her red shirt. “How can you be cool wit’ sending me out to kick it and fuck another broad?” Mystro grabbed her eight-inch brown rubber dildo and black leather harness out of her duffle bag.

  “It’s simple, sweetie, this is how we make our living now. Some people go to a nine to five job and get paid. Others are a bit more creative and work less for more. That’s what we do.

  Mystro was at Church’s house getting dressed to go out on her arranged date. Although she was prepping to leave, she was completely against it.

  “Yeah, but how can you not care about another woman getting what you got? I mean dancing is one thing, I can see that. But fucking? Come on, shawty. It would be no way in the world I could send you out to do no shit like that if I was you –”

  “But you not me,” Church interrupted. “So don’t concern yourself with it. I’m worrying about our family…the family you said you wanted with me.” She was angry. Mystro stopped fixing her black tie and shot Church an evil look.

  Church noticed the glance Mystro gave and realized she might have gone too far with her word play. She needed to regain her composure before she started an argument and caused Mystro to stand her date up, resulting in losing money.

  “Listen, baby,” Church said facing her, and grabbing her tie to help her finish dressing. “You have to trust me. We stand to make good money. This move is for our security and future together. That is, if you want a future with me.” She looked up into Mystro’s eyes while sliding up the knot she finished on her tie.

  Mystro stared back into Church’s eyes and took a deep breath before speaking. “If this is for our future together, then I’ll do it, but only if you move in with me.”

  Her eyes widened. “Move in with you,” Church repeated. “Where, at Native’s mother’s house,” she laughed.

  “Fuck no,” she yelled, “its barely enough room there for us now. Naw, I’m talking about getting an apartment and having you move in with me.” Mystro waited for her answer.

  “Uh, Mystro,” Church started while she turned away and looked for Mystro’s shoes. “Why would I move out of a house and into an apartment? I mean what about the dance studio I built in the basement? I’m already set up here.”

  “Shawty, I’m not ‘bout to go out this joint and sex a chick for our future, just to have you continue to lay up in this house. This shit ain’t even yours, or did you forget it belongs to a set of dick and balls that be lunching ‘bout you giving him rent and shit?” Mystro yelled with intensity. “It’s time to start our life together.”

  “Baby, come on,” Church said as she walked over to the bedroom window to look outside. “Look the town car just pulled up. You gotta go, can’t we talk about this later,” she asked in her attempt to dismiss the question again.

  Mystro took a seat on the brown leather bench that sat at the foot of the king sized bed. “Shawty, I’m not leaving out that door until you tell me what I need to hear,” she said while leaning back onto the mattress. “Are we gonna do this thing or not?”

  ‘Who the fuck does she think she’s talking to, I make the damn rules not her,’ Church thought. She looked at Mystro from the window and decided to play her game. Besides, she had to get her on the way to her date, because the girl had already paid in advance and Church did not believe in refunds. “Ok, you win,” she replied walking up to Mystro. “I will move in with you once you get a condo,” she changed it up.

  “You will,” Mystro asked excitedly jumping up from the bench. “Wait, condo, I said an apartment, Church.”

  “And I said a condo. I know you don’t think you gonna keep a bitch of my caliber in a run down apartment, do you? No, darling, I want a view of the water, so you need to get to work. And it starts with going on this date.”

  ***Presidential Suites***

  Mystro arrived at the hotel suite door and knocked firmly. ‘Damn, I should’ve taken one more vodka shot in the car,’ she thought while she waited. She needed courage for what she was about to do.

  The door to the suite parted and Mystro took in the beautiful woman who opened it. She was nowhere near how Mystro pictured she would look. Especially after hearing the horror story Native told her from her first date.

  “Damn,” Mystro said still standing in the hallway of the hotel. “Oh, my bad, I mean, hi, I’m Mystro, your date for the evening.” She was in awe of the woman’s sex appeal. The woman was slightly older than Mystro at thirty-five, but she was physically on point. She wore a red silk negligee with black lace sides and a matching silk robe. Her Channel No. 5 perfume leaped off her body and teased Mystro’s nose. She was thick, with an ass that could be seen from the front.

  “Hi, Mystro, I’m Denver, pleased to meet you.” Denver reached out to shake Mystro’s hand. “Please come in,” Mystro walked inside the suite and handed her the bouquet of roses she had for her.

  “These are for you,” she said giving her the flowers and watched as she took them into the bathroom to put them in water. ‘Shit, her ass is even phatter from the back, mercy,’ Mystro thought.

  “The roses are nice, thank you. Can I offer you a drink before you get started,” Denver asked while walking over to the suite’s blue marble bar.

  “Yes, thanks, you have any vodka.” Mystro walked into the living room portion of the plush suite.

  “I have Kettle One, is that ok?” Denver held the bottle of vodka up for Mystro to see from across the room.

  “Yes, that’s cool,” Mystro walked toward the bar to retrieve her drink. Denver poured the liquor in the glass over ice cubes and handed it to Mystro. She took the glass and shot the liquor down quickly. She noticed the iPod doc on the bar. “Ok, Denver, go over to the couch and have a seat,” she instructed feeling her confidence kick in from all the alcohol she consumed. While Denver followed her orders, Mystro plugged her iPod into the doc and selected her Sex Songs playlist.

  As R. Kelly’s, Honey Love began to command the suite, Mystro started her seduction. She slowly walked over to the area in front of the couch, where Denver sat in anticipation, and kicked off her routine by lip-syncing to the song.

  ♪ “Yeah come inside, now turn the lights down”♪

  ♪ “Don’t be scared, touch me, I know what you want and uh” ♪

  ♪ “Tonight is your night, for the rest of your life” ♪

  ♪ “So just lay back and, relax and listen” ♪

  Mystro continued to mouth the words of the song while undressing herself to the beat. With each movement she made, she kept her eyes locked onto her target.

  Denver sat on the edge of the couch grinding her body to the beat completely under Mystro’s seductive spell.

  “Mystro,” Denver whispered, “I’ve seen you at the club so many times and I can’t believe you are here with me.”

  “Shhhh, ma. No words need to be said now.” Mystro was now down to her black wife beater and Polo boxer briefs. And for this dance, she was asked to bring her sex sidekick…her rubber dick. She wore the strap-on underneath her briefs already in place for action.

  “Oh my God, Mystro, please fuck me,” Denver called out while going under her negligee, revealing her red crouch-less thongs, and sliding her index finger into her warm pussy. She began to finger herself repeatedly, taking her drenched finger out occasionally to flick across her clit. “I want you so bad.”

  “Here I come, baby,” Mystro answered while heading toward the couch, yanking off her boxer briefs on the way.

  In anticipation, Denver pulled her legs up onto the couch and scooted to lie on her back. Mystro climbed over top of her and spread Denver’s legs open to receive her pipe. Before s
he went to work, she kissed Denver passionately on her neck. Denver melted under Mystro’s body. Mystro slid down to Denver’s breasts and released them both from the negligee’s hold. She sucked on her erect nipple’s sending tiny shivers throughout Denver’s body. The foreplay was nice and very seductive, but Mystro knew it was time to go to work.

  “You ready,” she asked while Denver continued to breathe heavy. She grabbed at the shaft of her dick. Mystro guided the tip of the head towards Denver’s awaiting pussy. She rubbed the tip against her clit repeatedly to ensure her pussy was soaked before sliding inside her.

  “Don’t tease me, Mystro, fuck me, please.” Denver screamed out.

  Mystro obliged. Without further delay, she stuffed all eight inches of the dick into her pussy with her right hand, while gripping Denver’s arms above her head with her left hand.

  “Mmmmmmm…mmmmm, Mystro,” Denver continued to scream out in ecstasy, while Mystro whined her waist and sexed her as if the rubber dick was a part of her own body. She fucked Denver with precision as she moved slowly, sliding in and out of her.

  “Ah…ah…ah,” was the only thing Denver could say as she received the fuck of her life. The fuck she longed for.

  “Turn over, I gotta hit this ass from the back,” Mystro demanded as she lifted her body up to allow Denver to flip over.

  Denver turned onto her knees and maneuvered her body to lie face down on the couch. Her upper torso was lowered and her ass was hiked so far into the air, it could touch the ceiling. Mystro grabbed onto the top of her ass and pushed it upward, exposing her open pussy. She walked into her pussy on her knees and inserted her dick slowly into Denver.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…mmmmmmmm,” Denver moaned as she whined her waist and pumped back into Mystro, taking all that she had to give.

  Once Mystro got her rhythm, there was no stopping her. She banged Denver’s thick ass as if she was beefing with her. She remained speechless as Mystro spanked her ass cheeks while pounding her pussy. Denver experienced orgasm after orgasm, as Mystro found her G-spot and tapped it with accuracy. Within fifteen minutes, Denver’s legs began to shake as she screamed out her third orgasm. Mystro outdid herself and she knew it.

  “You want something to drink,” Mystro asked as she pulled herself off of Denver’s ass and onto her feet to walk over to the bar. She grabbed her boxer briefs from the floor on the way and slid them up over her harnessed dick. She had not adjusted it so the rubber dildo poked her boxers outward making her appear as if she had a hard dick ready for round two.

  “You were everything I fantasized you to be,” Denver said as she grabbed the water bottle from Mystro and took a sip. Mystro didn’t say anything; she began to gather her clothes off the floor to get dressed. Denver noticed Mystro was prepared to leave but did not want the night to end yet. “Mystro, I would love for you to stay the night with me. I mean…I’ll pay.”

  “I appreciate it, ma, really I do, but I gotta get home.”

  Mystro, now fully dressed, walked back towards the bar to unplug her iPod. She came, she saw and she conquered, and now it was time to bounce.

  Denver swung her legs down off the couch and sat up.

  “Mystro, I want you to stay, what can I say to make you,” she asked.

  “I’m sorry, ma I had fun too, but I really do have to press, take care.” She turned and walked towards the door to make her exit.

  “I’ll pay you triple your fee,” Denver yelled out.

  With her back toward Denver and her hand on the doorknob, Mystro stopped and paused on her last statement. ‘Triple’ she thought. She was already getting a thousand as her normal fee, but triple meant three thousand. She could get her condo a lot faster with that kind of money and move Church out of that nigga’s house, and into a home of their own.

  While Mystro fantasized in her head about living with Church permanently, Denver yelled out, “Everyone needs money for something. What do you need it for?”

  Chapter 22

  Mystro picked up her homie Baby Dom, from her hang out, All of the Lights Arcade to ride with her to go condo shopping. They were at the third apartment building of the day and it looked like the best one was saved for last. With designated parking spaces, and a view of Southwest, Washington D.C.’s waterfront, Mystro believed she found her new place.

  “Man, my boo gonna go off when she see this joint,” Mystro said standing in front of the balcony door looking out onto the water. “I can’t believe it didn’t even take that long for me to get the scratch up to get into this spot.”

  Mystro thought about the job that started to bankroll her fund. She earned three thousand dollars for her time and attention in the Presidential Suites with Denver. Although she was apprehensive about staying the night at Denver’s request, she knew she needed the money. Besides, when she called Church to tell her what the proposition was, Church told her she better get paid. Her exact words were, “Never leave the customer unsatisfied.” So Mystro stayed and got her money, but hated how Church gave a fuck only about the ends and not the fact that her girl was staying out all night.

  “Fam, I know you all sised and shit…‘bout this living situation but shawty not gonna move in here with you,” Baby Dom stated as she sat on the counter top of the kitchen’s breakfast nook.

  Mystro turned around to address her statement, “What you mean, slim?”

  “I’m saying,” Baby Dom jumped down off the counter and approached Mystro “I learned two things growing up in group homes. One, was to recognize when I met real, genuine peeps. And I knew I was good at it the day I met you and Native. And two, I learned to recognize a snake, like I saw when I met your girl, Church. She’s not good enough for you, My. She gonna get you into trouble, I can feel it.”

  Mystro turned back around to look out the patio window while she still listened to Baby Dom. “You speaking out of turn, BD.”

  “Look, you and Native are the only true people I call family. Ya’ll have looked out for me more than anyone has my whole life. It ain’t shit I wouldn’t do for ya’ll, that’s why I gotta keep it all the way one hundred with you, cuz I love you. Church, is on some different shit and if I were you, I would leave her ass alone.” Baby Dom looked up to Mystro for her response.

  “Baby Dom, I ‘preciate you getting that off your chest, I know that was hard for you,” Mystro turned to look down at her. “Not for nothing though, but you too young to know ‘bout love. And sometimes when people are in love, they argue, fight and do crazy shit. And what me and Church got is love. Ya’ll just don’t understand her. She really is a beautiful person inside and out. Ya’ll prolly don’t even know that she volunteer’s to teach inner city youth girls ballet do you? That’s out the kindness of her heart, she don’t get paid to do that.” Mystro defended.

  “Naw, I ain’t know that.” Baby Dom admitted.

  “I bet. Look, I been doing these wild ass gigolo jobs and been stacking my bread, and that was her and my agreement; so she will be moving in here, trust me. Truth be told, you prolly just pissed cuz she caught you stealing.”

  “What,” Baby Dom asked in shock.

  “Yeah, Church told me that the night we did the debut of our new show, she caught you trying to pocket fifty bucks.”

  “Man, I ain’t take no money from ya’ll,” Baby Dom yelled. “I would never steal from you, Fam.”

  Mystro whipped her neck around quick to face her like someone tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Get the fuck outta here, are you forgetting the Jordan’s you lifted and the money you spent of ours the first time we danced?” Mystro laughed.

  “You know I was on some different shit when I took them shoes. My mental was still on self. Far as the money is concerned,” she paused, “I just got caught up in the bitches, but you know I paid that back…in full and haven’t so much as lifted a piece of lint from ya’ll.”

  “Look, it’s cool, I’m not stunting that, just fall back. Me and Church are gonna be together, she gonna move in here with me and soon we gonn
a get married and I’d really appreciate it if you and Native would just except that shit.” Mystro was agitated. “You say you love me, so just be happy for me.”

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  Baby Dom walked down the street that led to Church’s house. Mystro getting serious with Church, and trying to move her in a condo was eating at her. She needed to check this broad out on her own and see what she was all about.

  As she rounded the corner two houses up from Church’s, she had to dive behind a Ford pick up truck when she saw Church’s door open. She watched as Church stepped out while on her cell phone and closed the door behind her. She headed towards her BMW. But before she could get into her car, the house door opened back up and a bare chest dude, who wore blue basketball shorts and slippers only, came out the house carrying a pink gym bag. Baby Dom crouched lower behind the blue pickup’s flatbed and took in the scene.

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  “Baby, how you gonna teach your class without your stuff,” the dude handed Church her gym bag. “You lucky I caught you before you left for work.”

  “Wow, I’m tripping, thank you, sweetie,” Church said as she ended her call and walked back towards the dude to retrieve her bag. She stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss before she continued. “Don’t forget to lock the top lock when you leave the house. I’ll call you after I meet with Mystro.”

  “Don’t sugar coat the shit, Church,” the dude said angrily, “you going on a date with that dyke. How much longer you gotta do this shit? I think this one is going too far. It feels different from the others.”

  Church placed her bag inside her open car and turned back around to face the dude. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up into his eyes and said, “Gee, what has gotten into you? This is what we do, you know that. Do you feel threatened by a female or something?”