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Not even at the table for a whole twenty minutes and Toy managed to catch a mark. Her and that mark eased away from the table almost unnoticed. While Wendy and Jazz are back at the club entertaining the men all by themselves, Toy is here in this hotel room in a game of one on one. From the looks of it all, she appears to be winning.
The room reeks with the smell of green rubbing alcohol, enough to make your eyes water. Just minutes ago, Toy gave him an alcohol bath and body rub. It was her idea and she pretended it was for his pleasure but truly it was to her benefit.
Pores wide open, feeling like cool breeze, he lays flat on the bed. Toy positions herself to ride him reverse cowgirl. She reaches her hands over her shoulders for him to grab. They clasp hands tightly as she glides down on him. She slides up and down his rod slowly, allowing her entrance to get used to him.
He fits her like a snug glove making each stroke highly intense. She picks up the pace, only allowing herself to take in half of him. With forward thrusts, she guides him to pecking at her g-spot. Her back arches with the perfect curve to hit her spot perfectly, yet she manages to keep her own pleasure off of her mind.
She thrusts back and forth slow and impactful. He assumes it’s great pussy that has him on edge and has him feeling sensational. There may be no doubt about the greatness of her pussy, but in this case, his sensitivity is heightened due to the alcohol opening his pores. Storm passed this trick down to Toy. Told her an old school whore she met passed the game down to her.
The man lifts up off the bed as he tries to take his mind off of the pleasure that he’s experiencing. It’s hard for him to do when he has the most perfect rounded ass spread in his face. Toy slow grinds, teasing him to no end. She drags her fingernails from his knees on down to his ankles, causing goosebumps to pop up all over his body.
“Damn,” he sighs. He mumbles more words under his breath, barely able to speak.
Toy looks back at him, over her shoulder. “What?” she asks and stares into his eyes. “What you say?”
“Girl, why are you doing this?” he asks. “I can take you away from all of this.”
This isn’t the first time she’s heard that. Dumb nigga, she thinks to herself. Always talking about rescuing a woman and can’t even save themselves. What they don’t know is she’s not looking to be rescued.
Her vibe is interrupted and she can’t refrain from saying something. “What makes you think I want to be saved? Save me, then what? I commit and you cheat on me paying for pussy on the side? She shakes her head with a smile. “Nah, I’m good.” She looks straight ahead and continues on with her job.
At the end of a full thrust, she leans over and grabs hold of his toes and holds on as she speeds up her grinding. She bangs as hard as she can take it. His manhood pulsating inside her tells her that he can’t take her for much longer. She bangs harder.
She squeezes her cheeks tight and chokes his manhood after each thrust. His toes spread widely, which is an indication that she has him where she wants him. She arches her back and applies short, fast strokes. Her ass spreads wider and her small but firm cheeks clap harder. She stops long enough to give him a clear view of her backdoor, knowing how appealing it will be to him. She makes the asshole wink at him and he takes that as an open invite.
He rubs his middle finger around her twat to get his finger wet and juicy before he taps on her backdoor. Getting no answer, he takes it upon himself to enter. In and out of the backdoor his finger goes, deeper and deeper, hoping to please her as much as he’s pleasing himself. Toy grips his ankles tighter and shoves his big toe into her mouth. She sucks the toe like a Blow pop.
He’s never had his toes sucked before and sees it as super kinky. Freak, he thinks to himself. “Damn,” he says as he lifts up in the bed to watch the show. She’s not just sucking his toe, she’s blowing his mind. She sucks toe by toe, never forgetting about the ride. It’s all too much for him to bear. He can’t hold back any longer. Just as he reaches his orgasm, Toy stops the action abruptly.
She hops off of him, leaving him trembling. She looks at him with a smile of satisfaction as he has no control of his limbs. Feeling quite embarrassed, he can’t face her. He could’ve very well given his money away. Two thousand, five hundred dollars made in six minutes is over four hundred bucks a minute. The fastest money she’s ever made.
30
The Next Night
10 p.m.
Storm rides shotgun in the luxurious Aston Martin. The sound of Donell Jones’ “You Know What’s Up”, seeps through the speakers. She can’t believe how everything about this man seems to be on-point, even his choice of music. She peeks out of the corner of her eye as he sings along very sexy and animated. She’s never been one for the lovey-dovey romantic songs, but she loves this one and it seems as if he’s singing to her.
“Ooh, say what, say what, say what… girl, you know what’s up,” he says as he snaps his fingers with the beat. He claps his hands, while licking his lips. “I’m digging you, I’m feeling you… you know what’s up.” He stops at the light and as he’s waiting he does a sexy little bop. “So, tell me what’s up?” he says as he points in her face, teasingly. He does something that is normally forbidden and touches her lips. Even a shock to herself that she doesn’t get the least bit mad as she usually does when a man puts his hands in her face.
His show is over once the traffic light changes. The song changes, and he changes back to his normal cool and calm swagger. The driver, Money Sal, the man she met last night just had to see her one last time before she left. Their cold introduction eventually warmed up. The heat got so intense that he propositioned her to stay the night with him but she rejected the offer. That was a hard offer to decline. She truly enjoyed his company.
She just didn’t want to end up with him in between the sheets. The chemistry they had was a sure sign to her that she would end up in bed with him. His sex appeal is magnetic and had her wanting him. Normally she could trust herself with any man, but with him, that wasn’t the case. She continued on with her game, not giving him a clue that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
“Damn! It’s crazy,” he says as he pulls up to the arrival ramp of the airport. “I haven’t even known you for twenty-four hours and I don’t want you to leave me.”
Storm blushes from ear to ear. She quickly regains her composure. “It be like that sometimes.”
“Never been like that with me though.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” she says as she pushes the door open. She grabs her handbag from the backseat and slams the door.
He quickly gets out behind her. He runs to her, realizing the time clock is ticking. He refuses to let it end with him never seeing her again. He grabs her hand and stares into her eyes. “Tell me this is not how it’s gonna end.”
“It hasn’t ended yet. I’m still here.”
“Yeah, but once you get on that plane, is it over?”
She snatches away and leaves him with the question on his lips. “You can never tell. Life is funny,” she smiles as she walks away. “It truly was a pleasure meeting you though. You got my number. Use it.”
He watches her prance off sexily. She doesn’t turn to face him the entire way into the building, but she can feel him watching her. As badly as she hopes this is not their last time in each other’s presence, she refuses to come across as if she really cares. She knows they will meet again.
Toy and Wendy meet her at the door. The hair on both of their heads are a mess. Big bags from lack of sleep underline their eyes. In just twenty-four hours, they look like they have aged ten years.
Storm looks around. “Where’s Jazz?”
“In the bathroom,” Wendy replies, not even looking her way. The tension is still evident between them.
Toy attempts to ease the tension. “Girlfriend not doing too good. She taking thi
s shit hard. She hasn’t said a word all day. Eyes all puffy from crying. I don’t think she cut out for this.”
Storm shrugs her shoulders with no compassion. She couldn’t care less. She notices the abundance of shopping bags that are mixed in with their luggage. The bags are the result of the few shopping sprees they were taken on today by a few of the ball players. Overall, it was a very fun weekend for them all. The trip also resulted in a decent score. The minimum price set was two grand per date. A few of them had to pay like they weigh and charged extra according to the power of the punch they packed.
Poor Jazz, of course, made the least money of them all. Of the twenty-five hundred she made off of her one client that wasn’t enough to even pay Storm for her flight and the tickets. She’s still in the rear a few dollars which means she will have to move out with them again on their next event or find a way to get the money to her. Storm has already told her that she’s not taking a loss.
As cold as Storm is, she still found it in her heart to give Jazz half of the money back just so her weekend wouldn’t be a complete blank, giving up her goods and betraying her husband for nothing. She hopes Jazz gets the kinks out of her system because she saw how the men reacted to her and realizes she can make a lot of money with her. She believes she will be fine once she gets over the guilt. One thing she knows for certain is starvation has a way of helping erase guilt.
As far as Toy and Wendy go, once Storm’s original money spent was recovered, she split their earnings with them fifty-fifty, giving her a profit margin of a little over ten grand. The weekend was very profitable for her, and she didn’t have to lay on her back not once, except to sleep. As she slept comfortably, her money was made. Sadly, Toy and Wendy can’t say the same. A weekend of taking foot long dick has them tired and worn out with sore pussies. They have enough time to recover before the next event though.
31
Summit, New Jersey
The spacious golf course looks quite bare at this time of the year. Just a few players are sprinkled along the course. At somewhere around the eighteenth hole, sits a beautiful mini-mansion on a hill, with the back facing the golf course. The deck of the house is enclosed in glass. A home overseeing the Canoe Brook Country Club, one of the most prestigious courses in New Jersey, is like a dream come true for a golf lover. Every window of the deck has been replaced due to golf balls flying through them but still the owner wouldn’t trade the home for the world.
On the deck there sits Attorney Tony Austin and his guest Mr. Antonelli. Their relationship is beyond the typical lawyer and client business, which is why he feels comfort in welcoming Mr. Antonelli into his home. Tony has been invited to his home as well as golfed and vacationed with him. Although they have a few business ventures together, their relationship is built on history and not necessarily the dollar bill.
Tony dressed in satin pajamas looks like the black Hugh Heffner. He blows smoke rings from his cigar as his eyes are on the course. “Mr. A, now that we are alone, let me first start by asking you, how invested are you into this?” He turns around to face Mr. Antonelli.
“Invested?” Mr. Antonelli asks, not quite understanding the question.
“Yes, invested. I’m not speaking financially, of course. We both know the saying, ‘it’s not tricking if you have it,’” he says with a smile.
Tony knows one thing for certain that Mr. Antonelli is what he calls a “tender dick,” which in all actuality means a sucker for love. In the past they have entertained women together while on vacation, whether for free or paid for, and Tony learned that much about him. Women that were merely for play, Mr. Antonelli has always taken seriously. Tony never judged him on it though. He just charged it to his old age.
“How much of your heart do you have invested?”
“I love her,” Mr. Antonelli admits with shame.
Tony isn’t surprised one bit. “I figured that much,” he says shaking his head quite angered. “Can’t help who we fall in love with but we should at least know who we are in love with. Do you?”
“I would imagine so. I’ve been dating her for close to five years now.”
“Oh, okay, so you know all about her extensive record?”
“Huh?” Mr. Antonelli asks, quite surprised.
“Yeah, her record is as long as train smoke. Breaking and entering, shoplifting, fraudulent checks, assault and battery, possession of drugs, possession of unlawful firearms… and that’s all as a juvenile. Robbery and assault with possession of a firearm are the lightest of her adult charges,” Tony says without blinking.
The old man’s face turns flush. He can’t believe his ears. He knew she was a little rough around the edges but not that rough. He’s speechless.
“Yeah, looks like your beautiful little angel is really the devil.” Tony plants his hand on Mr. A’s shoulder. “Mr. A, as your friend, I’m urging you to stay away from this one. She’s not for you. You can find one that looks just like her and makes your old toes curl just as she does, but without the criminal history.”
Mr. Antonelli hears him loud and clear, and as bad as she seems, he feels he knows another side of her that the rest of the world doesn’t. He loves her dearly and can’t imagine living his last years without her. “Tony, I truly respect your advice as a friend, but as an attorney, what do you have to say to me?”
“Well, in that case, as an attorney, I say, what I need is a ten-thousand-dollar retainer fee.” Mr. Antonelli digs into his coat pocket and pulls out his checkbook. He cuts the check with a steady hand. He hands it over to Tony.
Tony grabs the check without looking at it. “Let’s play ball!”
32
Storm sits in Mr. Antonelli’s bedroom as he paces holes in the carpet. He has so many thoughts running through his mind. He’s thought long and hard about what Tony told him. He hasn’t slept a wink since that day.
Of all the feelings he has, betrayal is at the top of the list. He feels as if he should’ve been made aware of her past. He also feels afraid. Now that he knows about her past he fears her. He questions his safety around her. The little girl he fell in love with has been hiding her true self from him. He now sees her as a master at deception.
He stops short and looks at her, and he doesn’t see the sweet girl that he once saw. He now sees a beautiful monster. He’s thought about cutting ties with her, but truthfully he doesn’t think his heart will let him do it. As part of his life, she makes his life worth living.
The suspense is killing her. It’s obvious that something is weighing heavy on his mind, and she needs to know what it is. She wonders what he knows that he’s not saying. “What’s the matter? Talk to me,” she says hastily.
“Baby,” he says. “Why didn’t you tell me about your criminal past?”
“What?” she barks. “Y’all motherfuckers digging into my past?” she asks, standing to her feet.
“Angel, I mean, baby,” he says apologetically. “I have assigned an attorney to your case. Of course, he’s gonna check into your past. He needs all the information he can get to help with your defense. Your criminal past doesn’t help,” he says with sarcasm.
She has no alternative but to get on the defense. “Fuck all that! You snooping around and shit.”
“Baby, no one was snooping.” He stares at her closer. “It’s like I don’t even know you. For five years, I’ve been sleeping with a stranger.”
“Oh, now I’m a fucking stranger?” She’s infuriated. “I ain’t no fucking stranger when you want me in that bed with your whole face inside of me!” she yells.
“Shh,” he says as he grabs her hand. He’s trying to keep her calm so his housekeeper doesn’t hear her.
“Shh, my ass,” she barks. She grabs her pocketbook ready to make her escape, instead of facing the music. “Fuck you and that attorney! I will find my own attorney to prove my innocence.”
“Baby, stop.” He
snatches her toward him. “He’s already been paid and is on the case working diligently. He just called me right before you got here.”
“What the fuck he say?” she asks curiously. “Or is that when he called you digging into my past, playing Inspector Gadget?”
“He said this has gone past questioning. They are no longer looking for you to question you,” he says very sadly. “Now they are looking for you to charge you with the actual murders.”
“What fucking murders? I told you, I’m fucking innocent!”
The housekeeper peeks her head into the room. “Mr. Antonelli, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, every fucking thing is okay!” Storm snaps. The woman rolls her eyes away from Storm, ignoring her.
“Yes, all is well. Please, just excuse us.”
“Yeah, excuse yourself. You are fucking excused!”
The housekeeper and Storm lock eyes with nothing but tension between them. Storm has hated this woman from the first time she met her, and the feelings are evidently mutual. She disappears from the doorway without another word.
Mr. Antonelli gives it a few seconds before speaking. The last thing he needs is for the woman to hear this. He’s extremely embarrassed. “Baby,” he says soothingly to calm her down. “This problem isn’t going anywhere. He says the detectives will not stop until they have you in custody to charge you.”
“Charge me? This some bullshit. Told you he was a bullshit attorney. Can’t even get me out of some shit that I don’t have nothing to do with!”
“He will get you out of it, but you have to trust me. In order for him to help you, there is something you have to do first.”
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