Double Dipped
Brooklyn Knight
Edited by
Tam Jernigan
Illustrated by
Dar Albert
Contents
A Note from Mandy
Lunchtime Chronicles, Season 2
1. Trigger
2. Candy
3. Trigger
4. Candy
5. Trigger
6. Candy
7. Trigger
8. Candy
9. Trigger
Epilogue
Note from Brooklyn
Also By Brooklyn Knight
Follow Brooklyn
Mocha Latte
10. Chapter One
A Note from Mandy
Welcome to Messy Mandy Presents: The Lunchtime Chronicles Season 2, steamy, short erotic romance served piping hot. Lunchtime series launched with Siera London’s WHIPPED at the Interracial Author Expo in Daytona Beach, 2019. There are 8 books in Season 1. Read them, leave book reviews, tell your friends, and then follow my Facebook page: the Lunchtime Dish with Messy Mandy where I spill the tea.
Lunchtime Chronicles, Season 2
Featuring Stories by:
Siera London, Brooklyn Knight, Xyla Turner, L. Loren, and Reana Malori
Trigger
I’ve seen a million women in my lifetime and fucked half of them. It takes a lot to make my cock stir, but this pretty young thing sliding up and down this pole, just for me, is about to be my undoin’.
Gottdamn, Sweetness. Where you get all that ass from?
Ain’t never been with a black chick before. Where I’m from, there aren’t many of them. I ain’t like my road dog Colt. I ain’t traveled the globe or been to college, which would’ve expanded my female palate for gottdamn sure. Hell, the only time I started traveling was six years ago, when I started working with Colt, nabbing criminals. He doesn’t like to move nowhere. He’s a country boy for life – and that’s fine by me; but this sexy-ass mama here… the minute I laid eyes on her on that datin’ website, N2U – and after chatting her up almost every night, getting to know her – I knew taking plane rides was gonna’ be a significant part of my future routine.
Damn Sweetness…
My eyes are low, like I done smoked a pound of weed before I got here, lids heavy. She’s wearing this royal blue ensemble that secures big, brown tits and barely any of her ass. And the ass is jiggling like my mama’s Jello used to; but mama never made this flavor. Hell, back then, the red and green flavors were the only ones I knew about. But now, chocolate is my go-to.
Sweetness flips her legs up and just like that, she’s at the top of the pole. Then she arches backwards so those titties are pointing at me, calling out to me.
I lick my lips, yearnin’ for a taste of them nipples.
She swings her legs around like that young gymnast girl, Simone Biles, and gyrates on the pole.
Fuck, my cock is straining against my denim, shifting my belt buckle.
My eyes divert, only for a second, to see a few dudes advance to the edge of the stage and the sight causes inexplicable jealousy to take me over.
Naw, this one belongs to me.
The sound of my chair scraping backwards is almost completely swallowed by the sexy music pumping through house speakers. When I stand up tall, the gal’s eyes pin onto me – all six feet and four inches. I don’t even try to bite back the smirk pulling the edges of my mouth. It’s almost the same: the minute the buckle bunnies lay eyes on me, they want to climb me; and even though Sweetness is working that pole, I can tell she wants to work this one.
And the hell if I ain’t gonna’ let her.
I push my cowboy hat off my head and flick my hair over my shoulder. Then, I march to the edge of the stage, snatching the seat right in between the four motherfuckers who think this show is for them. They grimace, but no one dares says anything. Maybe they see the determination in my eyes.
Or the piece tucked securely in my waist.
Shit doesn’t matter either way. All four of them scoot over, giving me all the room I want.
I pull out a stack and flip through the wad of Benjamins. Her eyes go to my cash before they’re back on me. I smirk and rest a few bills on the stage.
Sweetness offers me another fancy move, one that’s got my mouth salivatin’, before sliding down the pole and meeting me at the edge of the stage. She picks up the bills and eases them between her cleavage. “Big spender.”
“As most real cowboys are,” I reply. I lean forward. “What’s your name, Sweetness?” I whisper, staring into her eyes – her big, brown eyes that look the color of toasted almonds.
She moistens her lips, flirtatiously. “Candy,” she purrs.
I chuckle. I like it but, “That your stage name?”
“Maybe,” she answers with a shrug. “It’s your fantasy.”
“Which means?”
“That my name can be whatever you want it to be – for the right price, of course.”
Hmm…
I nod once before peeling three more Benjamins off the stack. “Dance for me, then come talk to me,” I request. I try to take some of the bass out of my voice because I don’t want to scare her, though the fact is, this is some high-end bullshit. Ain’t a hole in the wall. The décor is hella fancy and the patrons look like they have wads as big as mine. That’s why they didn’t search me on the way in. Ain’t no riff-raff up in here.
Still…
I don’t wanna’ give this woman an iota of a reason to think I’d hurt her – at least not in a bad way.
I don’t drop the money. Instead, I steal the opportunity to slide the bills against her plush mounds. Her eyes flutter a little and then she returns to dancing.
I want Candy close to me, but the routine she performs has my attention glued to the stage; so much so, I request three more dances of her. Finally, the drive to touch her is too much. She slides off the pole and approaches me again.
“Let me get some time with you,” I whisper-request.
“You sure can, cowboy,” she agrees.
My cock lurches.
“I just need to freshen up and I promise I’ll be right back.”
I nod and watch her walk away.
* * *
I try to stay entertained for forty-five minutes, sippin’ on a beer as I wait. The place is full of women, but none capture my attention the way the gal Candy does; but hell, she captured my attention a long time ago, thanks to the internet.
I’m starting to think she’s not gonna’ return, but finally, she emerges from a back room, fully clad – but the attire does little to abate my imagination. Now, she’s wearing a dress that fits her curves to perfection. Those breasts are covered up, but the material is doing a helluva job trying to keep her buxom up.
When she approaches the table, I stand and pull out her chair. “What you drinkin’?” I ask, easing her seat in.
“I don’t drink on the job,” she answers.
“You snortin’?”
“Hell no!”
Her response makes me happy. I’mma fuck her and technically, I shouldn’t care one way or the other if she’s down with the powder; but the fact that she’s not is only a good thing. Besides, she’s gonna’ be more than a simple fuck. I know this already.
I press my back against the seat and take a sip of my drink, eyes glued to hers.
Candy blushes.
“Ain’t used to this kinda’ attention?” I guess.
“I wouldn’t say that,” she answers, full of sass. “I get attention five nights a week. I guess I just haven’t seen a man of your particular caliber around here before.”
I look around, confused
by what she’s just said.
“Cowboy,” she clarifies. “Judging by the thick drawl you’re sporting, I can tell you’re a long way from home.”
This makes me smile. “I am,” I confirm. “I live in Arizona, but something drew me here.”
Her brows quirk. “Something?”
“You,” I answer promptly. “You’re on that dating website, N2U…”
Candy’s breath hitches and her eyes go wide. “Oh my god, are you – ”
“Rancher007?” I fill in, cutting her off. “That’s me, Sweetness. I’m here in the flesh, like I told you I would be.”
Candy smiles and her eyes gloss over me, like she’s taking me in for the first time. Granted, I look a little different in my profile picture on the N2U website. It’s a picture of the one and only time I went to church for my old man’s funeral. My hair was up, and I had on a monkey suit. Hell, I’d even shaved off all my whiskers, figuring God deserved a little more than the scruff I normally sported on a day-to-day basis, working a farm and hauling criminals. I’m not surprised Candy doesn’t recognize me; but she does now.
Like a switch has been flipped, she turns timid and I catch a glimpse of a woman, other than the one who was working that pole like a rock star. She runs a few manicured fingers across her collarbone and her eyes drop from mine. “Okay, I’ve got you now, cowboy,” she says with a smile. “You’ve been all up in my inbox.”
“And rightfully so,” I agree. “You’re stunning, Candy. I’d travel a million miles from home just to meet you face to face. All the times we done talked, all the conversations we done had… I feel like I know everything about you.”
We smile at one another.
“My name is Trigger,” I say quickly, realizing she only knows me by the screen name I chose.
Her neck jerks back a little. “Is that your stage name?”
She forces another laugh out of me. Already, she’s racking up points none of the other women I’ve fucked recently have been able to accrue.
“Kinda’,” I say. “If you wanna’ know my government name, you’re gonna’ have to make me laugh a few more times.”
We chuckle together again before falling into easy conversation. It’s a continuation of the virtual connection we’ve already made, but it’s more potent than I could ever have imagined it would be. I can tell Candy is thinking the same thing, because her eyes are glitterin’ and she’s leaning closer.
I’m there until the place closes, which is four o’clock in the morning. It’s starting to clear, but Candy and I are still engrossed in stimulating conversation. She’s telling me about a minor issue she had with one of her coworkers tonight, like she’s come home from a long day’s work and we’re catchin’ up over dinner. The imagination takes root in my mind.
Damn, I wouldn’t mind coming home to a woman like this. Sweetness may work a pole, but it says nothing about the content of her mind. She’s phenomenal and I can’t wait to put my cock inside of her.
Suddenly, a shadow looms over the table. It’s a petite shadow, but the size of it doesn’t diminish its imposition. When I look up, I’m shocked to see a small thing, dripping in diamonds, glaring at Candy. Her hands are planted firmly onto her hips as she stares at the two of us.
Candy jumps up. “Madame, is there something you need?” she asks of the woman, who is clearly her boss… the boss.
My eyes narrow as I study her, but I keep my mouth shut.
“I don’t need anything,” she answers Candy, but her eyes are on me. “Was just wanting to make sure you’re… all right.”
“She’s good,” I finally say. And then, as if the thought pops into my mind out of the blue, I extend my name. “My name is – ”
She cuts me off. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve never seen you here before.”
“No, it’s my first time,” I answer, flexing my fingers and pulling my hand back, “but I’m gonna’ be a regular.” I glance at Candy. “And I’m gonna’ bring a few of my buddies with me one of these times. Your girls are spectacular.”
This comment makes the woman’s chest puff out. “My girls are amazing,” she corroborates. “Especially Candy, here.” She narrows her eyes at me and then turns her attention back to my woman. “You be careful, Candy.”
“She’s in real good hands,” I assure the vixen. “Trust me. Won’t nothin’ happen to her if she’s with me.”
The woman hmphs and then disappears the way she came.
“She’s mighty intense,” I note.
“That’s Elektra, for you,” Candy responds. “She’s a strong woman, takes care of all of us.”
“You need taking care of?” I question, brows drawn.
She doesn’t answer, which is actually all the answer I need.
* * *
We don’t make it out of the abandoned parking lot. The Lexus I rented is parked around the back, and I claim Candy in the back seat. I rip the hem of her dress up over her waist and throw her legs over my shoulders. She’s wearin’ black stilettos and the hell if they don’t puncture the fabric on the car ceiling as they flail behind my head. My cock is hard and pulsing as I ram it in and out of her.
The car is rocking.
My hair is everywhere.
Her hair is everywhere.
Fuck, this woman’s pussy is sweet.
Candy’s fingers rip through my mane, pulling an earthquake-level tremor out of my limbs.
“Of fuck, Trigg,” she moans. “Fuck, your dick is so good.”
I can’t find words to respond in that moment. Sweetness has my jaw locked; neck strained back.
Her body slides up and down the back seat as I stroke my dick against her silky, molten walls. I’m a fuckin’ cowboy. We don’t cum fast… but bloody hell…
My teeth clamp over my lip. I can’t hold the load back, and like we’re in sync, her face twists with a release of her own and we make it rain in that fuckin’ Lexus. I grunt out her name and she cries out mine, like we’re performin’ an erotic duet.
Then our bodies go limp and I crash on top of her.
She pulls my face close to hers and plants a salacious kiss on my mouth.
I don’t kiss women when I fuck ‘em, but I’m kissing this woman. Jesus Christ, it seems like the most natural thing to do right now.
I ease out of the open back door, carrying Sweetness with me. She squeals in shock and wraps her legs around my belt.
“Where are we going now?” she asks, encircling her arms around my neck.
“To the Ritz.”
Her eyes widen.
“We ain’t done, Sweetness. You got some good pussy on you. I wanna’ see if it’s as sweet as your name.”
She grins as I plant her in the front seat and speed to the luxury hotel.
The minute we get inside, our lips are locked. This time, I want to fuck her without the restriction of clothing. I rip the dress over her head, and those brown titties fall out before me. I take one in my hand and the other in my mouth, and roll my tongue over her fat nipples. I’m multitasking, tasting the sweetness of her body and searching for my wallet. I break away for a second so I can pull out some more money, but this time I don’t count it. I drop it on the floor and feel it flutter against my feet before I’m back on her, pushing her against the king-size bed.
Candy falls into a sitting position and spreads her legs wide open. Fuck me… her pussy is fat and bare, and it’s already slick with her essence.
I need to taste her.
I spread her limber limbs and bury my face into her mound. She moans my name again, making it sound one hundred times less menacing that it’s supposed to be, and those long fingers are back in my locks.
I lick her kitten – from front to back. Then I slide my tongue between her sopping folds.
She tastes like dark honey.
In a matter of seconds, she’s creaming over my face. My beard is coated with her delicious juices and her muscles untense.
“Trigger, you’re amazing,” she coos
, running her finger over my lips.
I suck it into my mouth, greedy.
“Who would have thought that chats on the N2U website would turn into… this?”
Trepidation and desire shoot through me, hearin’ what she’s sayin’. I couldn’t agree more, but…
Candy strokes my jaw, then she purrs, ripping my mind off my reflections. “Now, it’s my turn, baby.”
Oh hell.
Sweetness pushes me against the bed and instantly takes my cock between her full lips. Gottdamn, the sight of my manhood dipping in and out of her mouth, like this, has me ready to break. She gags and catches herself.
I grip a fistful of her hair and tug it, keeping her in time with some country beat pulsing in my head. I’m about to cum in her mouth, but I’m too hungry for the feel of her pussy to release just yet. I yank her off me and thrust inside of her. The swift action makes her mouth shoot open.
“How much I owe you?” I pant as I pump her body.
Her neck snaps back and forth, as she tries to answer.
“How much, Sweetness?”
“I… I don’t know… Shit…”
“What are you worth, Candy?”
Suddenly, she tenses, like my question has sparked something unpleasant in her mind. To my chagrin, she recedes, but I stop thrusting and guide her back against me. “Not gonna’ hurt you,” I whisper against her hot earlobe. I don’t know why I needed to say it, but something deep inside tells me that I do.
She doesn’t say anything, so I resume fuckin’, but my attention is slightly diverted now. I’m wonderin’ what I might’ve said that got her all anxious. It takes a second, but soon she’s back to mewing and I exhale, partially relieved.
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