“How you want it?” she asked.
Rich spun her, until she was facing the wall. He leaned behind her and moved her shiny mane to the side, kissing on her neck. He could feel her body tense up within his hands. Rich ran one of his strong hands between the crack of her ass before sliding his thick rod in between with the other hand.
“Urgh,” Zora grunted as she balled her fist against the wall while Rich stretched the tunnel between her legs.
“Damn, girl.” He let out a deep breath, then worked up a slow place. There was a gentle clapping sound from his force against her behind. As Zora moaned louder, Rich stroked harder.
“Come on. Make me cum again,” she begged.
Rich reached around to her breasts. Her hardened nipples were between his fingers. His solid frame engulfed her slender body. Champagne and sweat dripped from them in the elevator, which seemed to be hotter than a sauna. His body slid against hers, friction producing heat almost as intense as her tight pussy.
“Come on. Do me!” Zora screamed.
Rich rammed harder each time, deeper with each stroke. As what seemed like hours passed, Rich unhanded Zora. She faced him. Sweat trickled down her high cheekbones. Stepping forward, Rich inserted himself inside of her.
Zora blurted out a moan as she grabbed Rich's back and wrapped her legs around him.
“Yeah,” Rich said. He cradled her rear and pumped into her, causing her sweat-soaked back to slide up and down the elevator wall. Rich leaned down, taking one of her erect nipples into his mouth.
“That feels so good. Suck it. Fuck me, Daddy.”
Rich nearly dropped Zora as the elevator jolted. He could hear gears shifting and the motor at work. In seconds the elevator began quickly dropping. “Oh shit.” Rich looked around.
“Fuck me. Forget the elevator. Finish fucking me,” Zora pulled Rich closer as her voice rose. “Come on, Daddy.”
Rich sped up his pace, while peeking at the numbers on the elevator panel, which illuminated as it descended. They were on the eighth floor. Rich stroked harder and quicker.
“I'm about to cum!” Zora screamed. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her lips quivered.
Suddenly, the elevator sped up. It dropped to the ground floor in seconds. Rich and Zora fell to the floor with Zora on top of him, riding his dick as he held her close to protect her from the fall.
As the door opened, Zora slammed her pussy against Rich twice and screamed, “Ahhhh, I'm cumming.”
Rich looked up and spotted several medics and firemen backed by a crowd of people who were waiting to get on the elevator.
Rich and Zora scurried to gather their clothes and dress as people laughed.
“What the fuck!” Candy said, peering at Rich with vengeance in her eyes as she stepped from behind the crowd with Vanessa in tow.
“That ho is dead!” Vanessa declared, gripping her clutch that Rich knew held her gun.
He quickly zipped up his pants and put on his shoes. He looked at Candy and Vanessa. “Things ain't always what they seem. Let me explain.”
CHAPTER FOUR
DOMINGO
Green eyes, dark brown hair and an inviting smile usually attracted older women to the stylish teen. His confidence, designer clothes and specs gave him a swagger that added to his magnetic personality. The slick-talking Puerto Rican named Domingo was seated at Vera's dining room table breaking apart an ounce of PR 80 weed he had recently picked up in Los Angeles. He began packing his blunt with the weed. He looked around the small Brooklyn apartment, thinking of the irony of Vera having no knowledge that it was him who let Candy into her abode and helped her trash it. That was several years ago when Candy was trying to sniff out the sex tape of her turning Vanessa out. It was that video, in large part that contributed to Candy and Vanessa now being on a mission to kill Vera. Now Domingo was sitting in Vera's home and she had no idea the young hustler and Candy were plotting her downfall.
Vera walked into the dining room, her long black and brown dreads running down her back. Domingo ran his hand through his hair as he eyed the thick, dark-skinned woman with the oversized ass. He dropped a wad of money on the table. A crispy stack of hundreds he had gotten from moving bogus credit cards and gift cards. Plastic money was his primary hustle.
“You gonna start giving me a break on this plastic or what?” Vera flashed the American Express Card Domingo had just sold to her.
“A break for a break, ya heard?” Domingo said.
Vera propped her hand against her thin waist. “What's that supposed to mean?”
Domingo pointed at her butt. “You break me off, I give you a break.”
“Domingo, you know I got my lickin' license.”
“So
. We both eat pussy.” Domingo sparked his blunt. “And you thought we ain't have nothin' in common.”
“Come on, Domingo. You know I don't do men.”
He exhaled a cloud of smoke. His head became light and Vera's pretty face and figure looked better by the second. “I ain't gonna lie, you makin' my dick hard, Ma.” Domingo grabbed his dick through his Polo jeans. “But it don't matter if you don't do men, ya heard? You like gettin' that chocha ate and I'm hungry. If that ain't a perfect match, I don't know what is.”
Vera pursed her lips. “You're high right now.”
“High and horny. Good combination.”
Vera shook her head and began walking past Domingo and into the kitchen.
Domingo grabbed her hand. “So you ain't gon' let me taste that?” He took another pull of his blunt.
Vera looked down at Domingo, his face inches from her pussy. “Unless you got a slit and a soft touch, you can forget this.”
Exhaling smoke, Domingo grinned. He reached in his pocket with his free hand and pulled out an American Express Black Card. “It's enough paper on this plastic to refurnish your whole apartment, plus get you a couple of outfits.” His eyes rolled from hers to between her legs. “You can close your eyes and pretend I got D-cups and a weave, ya heard? All I wanna do is please you with this.” He ran his tongue over his lips.
Domingo could tell Vera was in deep thought by the way her eyes probed him and kept coming back to the card in his hand. He knew women well. He had seen and done more than most nineteen-year-olds during his fast-paced life where he ran with hustlers twice his age. He didn't have to be psychic to know that Vera was trying to balance the benefits of receiving oral sex from a man served on a platter with a lengthy line of credit as a side dish, versus a wet tongue from a woman. It's a no-brainer. Domingo knew that she was sitting on a stack of overdue bills, buried in debt from college loans as she struggled to make it through St. John's University on the few bucks she had left over each week after Uncle Sam took his cut from the checks dispensed by her boss at a popular clothing boutique.
Vera took a deep breath and sighed.
Domingo set his blunt in an ashtray. He slipped the American Express Black Card in her back pocket, then rubbed his hand over her ass. He looked into her eyes and began unzipping her pants. He glanced at the befuddled look on her face. She was clearly on the verge of doing something she didn't want to, but Domingo was determined to alter her fears.
“Please.” Vera grabbed his hand and shook her head. “I can't do this.”
“Ma, you can do anything you want to.”
“I never been with a man.”
“What about Vince and Dee?” Domingo inquired about the only two men he had ever seen Vera in a relationship with.”
“We never had sex.” Vera explained that the men she dated were merely smokescreens designed to cloud the fact that she had a lickin' license. She said the men eventually ended their relationships after they realized they could not break Vera's claim of celibacy. “For real, Domingo. I never been with a man.”
“But you been with a tongue all your life. This ain't about you being with a man. It's about you having a tongue pressed against your clit with just the right amount of pressure.” Domingo continued unzipp
ing her pants. “It's about a tongue gently sliding between the lips of your pussy as you close your eyes and your toes curl until you nut. It's not about who's making you cum. It's about the fact you know it feels so good to cum.”
Vera closed her eyes and removed her hand from Domingo's as he put his blunt in the ashtray. She let out a deep breath.
Domingo slowly pulled her pants down. He stared at the thin layer of hair surrounding her pussy lips. This freak-ass broad ain't even got on no panties. He sat her on the glass table.
Vera laid back as Domingo gently spread her legs apart. She moaned softly when his hands touched her.
Looking at her pussy and thick thighs was making it hard for Domingo not to slide his dick in the pussy he knew had never been touched by a man. He gently rubbed her thighs, from the outside to her inner thighs. Her jittery body told him the foreign feeling of a man's touch was disturbing her or exciting her. That made him more determined to please her. Making her cum was not about Vera. It was about Domingo's ability to conquer. Being the first man whose tongue graced the flesh between her legs was an ego booster. Beyond that was the potential for her to eventually allow Domingo to transcend oral sex to traditional sex.
“Ahhhh,” Vera cried and inched back as Domingo's tongue swiped across her inner thigh. Domingo paused. He allowed her to calm down. Then he slid his tongue across her other thigh, drawing a similar response as the first one, but not as intense. He inched closer, staring at the fat lips of her pussy before touching them with his tongue.
“No!” Vera grabbed his head and leaned forward with a dim look that verged on crying, minus tears. “Please, we're not supposed to be doing this.”
Domingo put his index finger on her lips. “Shhh. Close your eyes and think about the baddest chick that comes to your mind.”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Yes.” Domingo delicately placed his hand on her face and closed her eyes. He shifted back down, then repositioned himself between her legs. He swiped his tongue over her pussy once more, drawing almost no response. He slowly inched his tongue inside.
“Whoaaa,” Vera blurted.
The intensity of her moan convinced Domingo that he had gained control of her. He applied more suction to her clit.
“Eat me, Mimi,” Vera begged.
Mimi? Domingo tried to stay focused, but it was hard to as he thought of Vanessa's ex-friend Mimi. Either Mimi and Vera were undercover lovers or Vera had long been fantasizing about Mimi. Making the matter more serious, Mimi had been having a relationship with Vera's brother Jahiem for years. It was part of the reason she had sided with Vera and the others when they flipped on Candy.
Within seconds, Vera was pulling Domingo closer to her, clawing into his scalp and neck as beads of sweat dripped from her palms and between her thighs. “Mimi. No, Mimi. Yes. Eat me,” her voice rose. “Ahhhh, yesss,” Vera screamed as she came. Her body convulsed while Domingo sucked her dry. “Huhhh.” She released Domingo from her clutches.
He lifted his head, gazing down at her biting her bottom lip, eyes closed, savoring the moment. Domingo could see the twenty-two-year-old's nipples standing at attention through her white blouse. He had successfully subdued Vera, claiming his stake on land that had been uncharted by man. This was more than a sexual exploit. Domingo knew he now wielded a degree of power over her. But he had to ascertain how much power he wielded and how he could turn that into dollars. No matter how intimate the relationship Domingo had with someone, the underlying premise was how it could serve him financially. His hustler's ambition was what enabled him to survive on the streets since age twelve.
When Vera opened her eyes, it was clear to Domingo the reality of what had just transpired was setting in her mind. The pair stared at each other in silence for a moment, before Vera jumped to her feet and pulled up her pants. “You have to leave,” she said.
“After you tell me how it felt.”
She sighed and shook her head.
Domingo smiled. “After two people lay down together, they're never the same when they get up.”
“As far as I'm concerned this never happened.”
“And Mimi never happened either, huh?”
Vera froze. Her mouth opened as if she had just discovered she was busted.
Domingo could tell she had been so engrossed with his tongue she did not know she had called Mimi's name. He sparked his blunt and stood. “Don't worry. We'll discuss that later, ya heard?”
Vera grabbed his arm. “Please,” she begged. “What happened has to stay between us and us only.”
“I'll see you later.”
“Leah, Chanel, Meisha—they can't find out about this. And definitely not Jahiem.”
Domingo snickered.
“I'm serious.”
“Don't worry. You let me eat. I ain't gonna bite the hand that feeds me.”
“Thank you.” Vera wiped her forehead and exhaled.
“Just remember that I got a hella appetite, ya heard?” Domingo stepped out of the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
CANDY
Get the fuck over here!” Candy barked as she grabbed Zora by the neck. She had Zora cornered next to the hotel bar not far from the elevator.
Rich was nearby, calming Vanessa. He had managed to keep Zora alive for the ten minutes after Candy and Vanessa found them on the elevator.
“I'm sorry,” Zora mumbled, tears falling from her eyes as she stared at Candy's imposing body.
Candy pinned her against the wall, choking her. Zora tried to pry Candy's arm away to no avail.
As Zora twisted her head back and forth, the butt of a gun crashed down on her face, nearly breaking her nose. “What are you doing?” she screamed, gazing at Vanessa, who had struggled free from Rich.
Rich snatched Vanessa. He grabbed her gun and tucked it inside his blazer. “You got an appointment with the county jail or something? This is the MGM Grand, not no side block in Harlem.” He looked at Vanessa like she was insane. He quickly scanned the area, but found no witnesses or surveillance cameras viewing them in a distant corner.
Zora took off running before Rich finished his statement. He turned to Candy and Vanessa. “I would ask what the hell is on y'all minds, but you gotta have a mind for something to be on it. And this little performance y'all just put on got me questioning that.”
“You got some nerve!” Candy declared. “Fuckin' some ho in the elevator and—”
“Hold up, hold up, hold up,” Rich interrupted her. “This is about—”
“You and your bullshit. That's what it's about,” Vanessa said. “Don't try to flip this on us.”
“Baby, I ain't Denzel and this ain't The Great Debaters, so ain't no competition about who can outtalk who.” Rich looked around, then back to the women. “As a matter of fact, I'm outta here.”
Candy watched Rich walk off and get on the elevator. “You see this shit?” Vanessa shook her head. We can't let him get away with this.”
“Come on.” Candy led Vanessa toward the elevator.
* * *
Candy and Vanessa burst through the hotel door in search of Rich. They found him naked, stepping into the marble Jacuzzi. Candy looked at his dick hanging almost halfway down his thigh. She took in the sight of his well-defined frame. It was not just his body, but how he worked it that helped her discover she was comfortable with men and women. But as she thought of Rich sexing Zora, everything changed. Some unknown woman had been privy to the intimacy reserved only for her and Vanessa. Rich had given away something only she and Vanessa deserved. The exclusiveness of his sex and their love had been tampered with. “How you gonna disrespect us like that, Rich?”
Rich huffed. “You can't name a time I set out to disrespect either one of y'all. What player gonna go at his team?” He sat in the bubbling water of the Jacuzzi.
Candy was silent, reflecting on Rich's words. No matter how deep she dug, she could not find a single time Rich had done anything to intentionally hurt her or Vanessa. In fa
ct, he had gone to great lengths to bring them pleasure on so many levels and to protect them. But this was not about intention. It was about actions and outcomes.
“Your track record might be good, but fucking some broad in the elevator of the same hotel you're in with us . . . What, you were taking her to our room before the elevator went out?” Candy asked.
Anger and pain forced tears from Vanessa's eyes. “Fuck you, Rich! She wiped her eyes. Rich got out of the Jacuzzi and walked over to Vanessa.
“Go find your elevator, ho,” she said. She and Candy turned and walked away.
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