Lickin' License Part 2: More Sex, More Saga

by Intelligent Allah

  Rich ran over and grabbed both of them by their arms. They turned around, pulling loose from him. They looked on in silence.

  “So where we going with this?” Rich asked.

  Candy rolled her eyes and turned away. Rich grabbed her arm and she tried to slap him with her free hand. He blocked her swing by grabbing her other arm. “Get the fuck off me!”

  “Or what?” Rich asked.

  Vanessa pulled on his arms and he pushed her.

  Candy grabbed his neck, choking him. Before Rich knew it, Candy and Vanessa were rolling around with him on the carpeted floor. He pinned Candy's arms to the floor. “Now calm the fuck down.”

  Vanessa jumped on Rich's back. He flung her small body off of him and pinned her to the floor beside Candy.

  Candy looked into the eyes of the man she loved and would do anything for. She watched his face descend before his lips puckered. She turned away. But the softness of his lips met her neck. All the pain and anger began to subside. Suddenly, she heard a loud slap and felt Rich move from her.

  “Fuck!” Rich blurted as he grabbed Vanessa's hand and pulled her. They were face-to-face, both kneeling. She struggled but managed to get one hand loose and swung at Rich again. He grabbed her and pinned her to the floor with her hands behind her back like she was a perp being arrested by a cop.

  “Let her go, Rich,” Candy pled as she now stood over them.

  Vanessa's small body squirmed beneath Rich's 210 pounds of muscle. He clamped both of his palms on the back of her hands and forced them on the carpet.

  “Get the fuck off me!” she barked.

  Rich leaned down and began kissing her neck and giving her a hickey. Vanessa's screams turned to heavy panting. “I love you,” he said in between planting kisses on her neck.

  Candy watched Rich's naked frame, still wet from the Jacuzzi. Her juices began to flow as Rich pulled off Vanessa's clothes and her small round butt popped out.

  “This what you want, right?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Vanessa whispered while Rich entered her. Her head twisted from side-to-side, brushing against Rich's head.

  Candy's hand slipped between her legs. She fingered herself while stimulating her clit as she stared at Rich ravishing Vanessa. Her body was overheating and her fingers soaked with wetness as her eyes shifted to Rich's ass. She took her slippery fingers and rubbed her nipples, Her lush internal fluids began trailing down her leg.

  Vanessa screamed, “Fuck me!”

  Candy could no longer fight the throbbing feeling between her legs. She dropped to her knees and crawled on top of Rich. She parted his cheeks and dove face-first between them. Holding one, Candy tried to stop Rich from fighting. With her other hand, she toyed with her clit, grinding against her hand.

  “Oooooh, shit,” Rich howled. “That's enough.” He reached back, moving Candy.

  “Come here. Let me taste you.” Candy said, pulling Vanessa onto her face as she laid back. Candy was still playing with her pussy as Vanessa began riding her face. She felt her legs part and lift off the floor, then Rich's stiffness enter her fiery flesh. She wanted to scream with joy, but a mouthful of Vanessa's pussy rendered her mute.

  “Candy!” Vanessa screamed. Her climactic moisture seeped into Candy's mouth and dripped down her face.

  The light in the ceiling shattered Candy's vision as Vanessa stood. Candy could feel Rich's thrusts against her pelvis. His pubic hairs stimulated her clit as he grinded himself inside of her with a rhythmic swerve. She cocked her legs wider, allowing deeper penetration. “Right there. Hit it right there,” she begged.

  Vanessa leaned down and began sucking one of Candy's large breasts while fondling the other.

  Candy screamed joyfully, pulling Vanessa closer. Vanessa's delicate touch and Rich's forceful strokes and firm grip on her waist took her over the top. “Huh, huh, huh, huhhhhhhh,” Candy let out an extended moan as she and Rich came simultaneously.

  Rich collapsed beside her, his body outstretched on the floor, a leg entangled with hers.

  Candy looked at Vanessa's smile, then into Rich's eyes as he faced toward her. He gently ran his hands over her face. She loved Rich and cherished his sexual skills. But it would take more than a stiff dick and soft tongue to remove from her mind the image of Zora riding him in the elevator.

  “I love you,” Rich whispered.

  Candy smirked. “I guess you figured fucking that broad on the elevator was the perfect way to prove that.”

  “You should get a Grammy for acting like everything is cool, then fuckin' up the mood,” Rich snapped.

  “I hope the mood is all right when you wake up in a cold bed.” Candy rose and began dressing. “Guess you can call up ol' girl and tell her y'all don't need to use the elevator no more.” She turned to Vanessa, who was also getting dressed. “Come on.”

  Rich looked on in awe as Candy began walking away.

  Candy knew she had to take a stance. A position that hurt her as much as Rich. A statement through actions that spoke louder than words of discontent. It pained every fabric of her being to walk away from the only man she had been intimate with since she began dealing with women. The man who had somehow managed to successfully balance his love for two women equally. Although she had no idea if her walking away from Rich was the start of a temporary departure or a permanent separation, she knew the gap widening between them with each of her steps was necessary.

  “Candy, we can work this out,” said Vanessa.

  “You don't need no unfaithful man when you got a faithful woman,” Candy said. She grabbed her Coach bag.

  “So now y'all on some female bonding, girl power, gender unity shit?” Rich jumped up, still naked.

  “It's about you bonding with broads in elevators because your gender has no self-control.”

  Rich walked over to Vanessa and softly placed her hand between his. “Baby, we done been through situations far worse than this. When the world was against us, we didn't start running away from problems.” He stared at Candy, who responded by rolling her eyes.

  Candy turned to Vanessa. “I said come on,” she emphasized through clenched teeth. The first of several tears fell from Candy's eyes as she headed for the door. Turning the knob, she looked back at Vanessa who reluctantly pulled her hand from an awestruck Rich. Candy knew things were taking a twist for the worse. What she had no idea of was just how bad things would become for the trio.

  CHAPTER SIX

  VANESSA

  A mixture of guilt and grief was weighing Vanessa down as she picked up her clutch and walked away from Rich. She felt Rich deserved a chance. Yet, like Candy, his actions tormented her. The pain in Candy's watery eyes caused the strain on Vanessa's heart to grow. She paused as Candy turned the doorknob and exited the hotel room.

  “We been through too much together,” Rich said.

  Vanessa closed her eyes, thinking of the truth in his statement. His words that followed faded to an inaudible level as Vanessa reminisced how Rich had bypassed countless women in Candy's Shop for her. He had introduced Vanessa to a life of love she had thought was reserved only for fashion savvy fly girls like Candy. Vanessa was an eclectic outcast who cool kids shunned as a child and most men walked by in her adult years. But she became a star when one of Harlem's most powerful hustlers, a known womanizer, made Vanessa his only woman. Rich had been all the man she wanted. Even after Candy became an intimate part of their life, her feelings remained for Rich.

  “If you walk outta that door, ain't no guarantee I'm gonna be here when you come back,” Rich said.

  Vanessa took a deep breath, then turned and left the hotel suite. She burst into tears when she saw Candy sitting on the floor, her back against the wall near the door. Candy’s mascara and tears were a muddy mess. Vanessa bent down and wiped her tears.

  “We don't deserve this,” Candy said in between sniffles.

  “Don't worry.” Vanessa helped Candy to her feet. “It's gonna be all right. She kissed her on the cheeks and lips,
then embraced her.

  After their extended hug, they left the hotel and went to The Ming Terrace, a popular Chinese restaurant in Las Vegas. They sat at a corner table in a dimly lit area. Vanessa ate half of her stir-fried vegetables, but Candy had not touched the shrimp fried rice, her favorite dish on the menu.

  “I usually give you my vegan spiel and try to convince you not to eat animals,” Vanessa said, gazing at a huge shrimp on Candy's plate, “but now I hate to see you not eating meat.”

  Candy flashed a partial smile. “I put my heart in a man's hand and he throws it on the ground and stomps it out.” Candy sighed. “The word trust is not in their vocabulary. It's part of the reason I stopped dealing with them after Dez died,” she said, referencing the notorious Harlem hustler she used to date.

  “Sometimes things just happen.”

  Candy glared at her. “Either you're gonna be my lover or Rich's lawyer.”

  Vanessa shrugged her shoulders. “I'm just saying. We both invested a lot in our relationship with Rich.”

  “And he took our investment and did what he wanted. Like Bernie Madoff did with all them people's money. Our relationship was a ponzi scheme.” Candy laughed for the first time since Vanessa found her on the floor crying.

  “But I guarantee you Bernie Madoff can't make you cum like Rich can.” Candy paused.

  “What you thinking?” Vanessa asked.

  Candy grinned. “I'm still in love with him. If I wasn't, it wouldn't hurt so much.”

  “Me too. It hurt like hell for me to walk out that door and leave him in that hotel. You should've saw the look in his eyes after you left.”

  “I know he loves us, but how could he—” Candy stopped in midsentence. “How could he cheat on us? He's got two beautiful women that love him.”

  “He picked a good one, though,” Vanessa said. “She was sexy.”

  “True that.” Candy pulled out her phone after it began vibrating. She flashed it toward Vanessa.

  “Domingo on face time,” Vanessa said.

  “Yup.” Candy answered the iPhone.

  “What's poppin', Mamita?”

  “Tell me something good or don't tell me nothin' at all.”

  “What's good is I'm giving you one more chance to have my baby.”

  “Sure can't call you a quitter.”

  “Question is, when you gonna let me win you over. But that's another story. I wanted to let you know I got something major in the works with Vera.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, ya boy on his grind hard body, ya heard? I just can't go into no details yet.”

  “So you just called to tease me?”

  “It's funny hearing a woman that like slinging them tig old bitties and that big old ass around me talkin' bout teasing.”

  Candy laughed.

  “Serious, though, you ever hear anything about Mimi havin' her lickin' license?”

  “No,” a wide-eyed Candy said looking up. “How about you, Vanessa?”

  “Oh shit, my soul sister with you? Let me holler at baby girl.”

  Candy handed Vanessa the phone and listened as Vanessa told Domingo about Mimi admitting she had a sexual encounter with a woman once and enjoyed it. “But she told me she wouldn't do it again.”

  Domingo laughed. “Shit, if pussy tastes as good as it do to women as it do to me, I know that bullshit she told you is G.”

  “It does taste good,” Vanessa said with a giggle.

  “You got me thinkin’ ’bout some twat right now. Matter fact, put my future baby momma back on the jack.”

  Vanessa shook her head and gave the phone to Candy.

  “What's up?”

  “You gotta ditch Rich, that's what's up.”

  Candy laughed.

  “This ain't no laughin' matter.”

  “Speak for yourself.”

  “You'll get rid of that lame eventually. But I think Mimi got her lickin' license and Vera breakin' her off. But I'll keep you posted.” He hung up.

  “So he thinks Vera and Mimi gettin' it on.”

  “Doubt it,” Vanessa said, eating a forkful of vegetables.

  Candy was silent, a grim look overcoming her face.

  Vanessa reached across the table and touched her arm. “What's wrong?”

  “Just hearing about Mimi and Vera reminded me that they're the reason we're in Las Vegas and going through all this drama with Rich.”

  Vanessa was silent as Candy recounted how their lives had been changed by the women. Her vengeful streak came to the surface. She knew Leah's baby shower was coming up, so it was time for her and Candy to prepare for the day that could determine if revenge would be the justice they needed to move on with their lives.

  * * *

  The following day, Candy found herself rising from her seat at the head of the table in her company’s conference room. It had been a long meeting about the company’s declining income. Candy had made the decision to lay off three of her 25 employees.

  She looked around the room as the last member of her executive team cleared out. There were enlarged photos of a few celebrities that had endorsed the line. Candy felt awkward, because she knew that her company was suffering because her presence was missing. No amount of Skype video conferences could make up for her physical presence on a regular basis. That was something she knew the company never had.

  The suffering was reciprocal. Profits were down because Candy was gone and Candy’s life was going downhill because she was not fully committed to the company. The more she thought of her problems, the more she thought of the drama that was preventing her from solving them.

  Candy stepped out of the conference room and made her way to the elevator.

  “It was nice seeing you, Ms. Johnson,” a perky receptionist said.

  Candy simply smiled, realizing she could not even remember the young woman’s name.

  Within minutes, Candy was in the elevator stepping out of the building afterwards. The sun bore down on the busy Manhattan strip. In her high heels, Candy squeezed through the crowd on her way to the curb to hail a cab.

  “Candy, is that you?”

  Candy spun around, spotting one of Leah’s customers who used to frequent Candy’s Shop.

  “Girl, I ain’t seen you in forever and a day.”

  Candy flashed a nervous smile. “I’ve been busy.”

  “How’s Vanessa and Rich?”

  Candy didn’t know whether the question was genuine or some investigative inquiry to unearth information for Leah.

  “Y’all just disappeared after all that drama,” the woman continued.

  “Rich, Vanessa, everybody’s straight.” Candy turned and flagged a cab, then turned back to the woman. “I’m sorry, I gotta go. It was good seeing you.” She hopped inside of the cab, which pulled off as the woman said bye.

  Candy leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Paranoia was crippling her. She began wondering whether the woman would tell Leah about her. Would the woman tell someone else she had seen Candy? Had anyone else recognize Candy from a distance, but simply remained silent? Was someone following her? This is why Rich said to stay out of New York. Or am I just overacting? Candy did not know the answers to the questions popping into her mind. But she was certain that telling Rich would result in a bunch of ‘I-told-you-so’s’. Mentioning the news to Vanessa was likely to only worry her. So Candy planned to keep her run-in with the woman to herself. Crossing paths with her was a reminder of how unmanageable her life had become and how much the people responsible for that had to pay. But with her plan to murder Leah, Candy wondered if being spotted in Manhattan would make her a suspect when Leah turned up dead?

  ***

  A lot happened since Vanessa followed Candy out of their hotel suite and left Rich behind eight days earlier. The women had decided they needed some space from Rich, but he should endure the anxiety of not knowing what was on their minds. So his calls and text messages to them went unanswered. They had managed to sneak inside the hotel sui
te and retrieve their belongings before relocating to a hotel on Long Island. It was a location they used to plan their attack by easing in and out of New York City, assessing the place where Leah's baby shower was set to happen.

  On the morning of the baby shower Vanessa was seated between Candy's legs inside of the hotel room having her hair braided. Vanessa had been thinking about their plot all night, finding it hard to rest. She and Candy had debated about the strategic details of the attack. Vera and Mimi would not be attending the event, according to Domingo. Vanessa's plan was to kill the rest of the women who would be present: Leah, Chanel and Meisha—each of Candy’s former employees who cultivated the atmosphere within her shop that birthed the drama which changed her life. Candy thought it would be safest to make their move on Leah as soon as she arrived at the baby shower, which would be before the guests showed up. Less guests meant less witnesses.