“He what?” Chanel interjected. “A man ate you out?” She leaned up from the couch, struggling to keep her bloodshot eyes from closing.
“Yeah. He kept his dick in his pants and his tongue in my pussy.” Vera lifted her skirt, revealing her black thong. She bit down on her lip. “And girl, he ate this pussy like his tongue was custom-made for me.” She laughed and turned to Domingo. “Your fuck game must be trash, because you eat pussy like you makin' up for falling short in the dick department.”
Domingo clapped his hands and laughed off Vera's rants. “You blowing ya cool and wasting everybody time all at once, 'cause you don't score no points for gettin' a self-proclaimed freak between the sheets to eat pussy. The only flavor my tongue can sense is pussy.”
“This is General Hospital and All My Children in the hood,” Meisha said.
Domingo sat in the recliner while Meisha rattled on. He noticed Chanel had trouble taking her eyes off of him. It was obvious that Vera's exposé had cultivated Chanel's interest in his tongue.
“I think it's time for you to go,” Vera told Domingo. “Everybody, for that matter.”
Domingo stood and put his hand on Vera's shoulder. “I still got love for you.”
She removed his hand and shook her head. “Bye, Domingo.”
“This went far enough,” he said.
She smirked. “You think I was actually gonna bring my brothers into my business about you or Mimi?”
Vera said her goodbyes to the women.
“Damn, you never know who got they lickin' license,” said Meisha, shaking her head before walking out the front door.
Chanel attempted to follow her but stumbled, clearly overwhelmed by hours of liquor and weed.
“You can't drive home like this,” Domingo said. He put his arm over her shoulder and helped her out the door.
She reached in her Chanel bag and handed Domingo the keys to her Escalade. “Drive me to East New York and I'll pay for a cab to bring you back here to Red Hook.”
“I got you.” Domingo wrapped his arm around her waist, certain that he would get a taste of the sweetness between Chanel's thighs. That’s where he needed to be for both his personal pleasure and the financial security that would come from him setting her up for Candy and Vanessa to kill.
CHAPTER NINE
CANDY
Candy gazed out of the window of her hotel room. As she took in the glittering stars that ignited the night sky, she thought of Rich. She couldn't believe that he had not tried to contact her or Vanessa lately. His absence made her realize that her love for him was stronger than she thought. The more she tried to remove him from her mind, the more thoughts of him surfaced.
Candy closed her eyes as she felt Vanessa's arms embrace her from behind. In her moment of stress she needed the comfort Vanessa provided. But she also needed Rich. Candy and Vanessa had both admitted that during late nights as they cried on each other's shoulders. But they were too stubborn to make the first move and they had assumed he was gone and happy without them.
“I love you,” Vanessa said.
Candy heard her, but remained silent.Vanessa eased in front of Candy, gazing at the tears welling in her eyes. “What's wrong, baby?”
“Look at us. We're a hot mess. Rich is gone, we're on Long Island where we don’t know nobody, we just murdered a woman that was once like a sister to me, not to mention we killed her husband and unborn child.” Candy paused. “And there's a list of other people we plan to kill that I would have once risked my life for.”
Vanessa wiped the tears that fell from Candy's eyes. “We can't control what we confront in life, but we can control how we handle it.”
“I know, but we deserve better.”
“Well, Leah and the rest of those hos thought otherwise.”
“I know, you're right.”
“Of course I'm right. We didn't ask for this shit. They gave it to us. How do you think it felt for me to kill an unborn baby and its parents?”
Candy watched how Vanessa's eyes fluttered and her lips moved slowly as she spoke. There was a level of emotion reverberating from Vanessa that was foreign. Candy could see she was visibly upset as she rehashed taking two innocent lives. “But at this level, we all we got,” Candy said.
Vanessa nodded and then hugged her.
“I love you,” Candy declared. She felt Vanessa's hand caress her butt. In seconds, Candy's skirt was up and Vanessa's soft hands roamed underneath her thong and into her crack.
Vanessa slowly dropped to her knees. She planted tender kisses on Candy's legs, slowly working her way to her inner thighs. She shifted Candy until her back was against the window.
Candy gasped and closed her eyes as Vanessa inserted a finger in her ass and swiped her tongue over her pussy at the same time. She cocked one of her legs over Vanessa's shoulders and pulled her head with both hands. Her back arched each time she felt Vanessa's fingers go in and out of her asshole.
Vanessa found Candy's clit. She surrounded it with her lips and sucked while pushing the tip of her tongue into it rapidly.
Candy panted and cooed as chills ran through her body. “Vanessa,” her high-pitched whisper sounded as her shoulders pressed against the window.
Vanessa ran her hand up Candy's leg and inserted two fingers inside of her throbbing pussy. She worked it simultaneously with the finger in her asshole while sucking her clit.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh, ahhhhhhh.” Candy's legs fell from Vanessa's shoulders to the floor as she reached a climax. She unloosened her grip on Vanessa's head. Candy closed her eyes and exhaled.
Vanessa rose to her feet, slowly caressing Candy's body. She wiped her cum-soaked lips and puckered up.
Candy leaned down and locked lips with her lover. She worked her hands down to her butt, before she began kissing Vanessa's neck. She steered Vanessa back to the bed and undressed her. Candy towered over Vanessa's bare body, gazing at her small perky breasts down to the bald slit that shined with the glare of increasing wetness underneath the sunlight beaming through the window. Candy's lips watered as she descended on Vanessa.
“That feels so good,” Vanessa mumbled as Candy's delicate hands caressed her breasts. Candy lapped her tongue on Vanessa's navel.
Vanessa cringed as Candy worked her hot spot. “Right there,” she begged.
Candy continued downward as the heat from Vanessa's body invited her. Parting her thighs, Candy nudged Vanessa until she inched back on the bed. “I'm a fuck the shit outta you,” Candy said in her most seductive tone. She sat on the bed and posted herself against the headboard.
Vanessa smiled and licked her lips while turning and inching toward Candy.
Candy lifted one of Vanessa's legs up to her shoulder as they maneuvered until their pussies touched. Her hands slid between Vanessa's legs and she pressed her body forward, pulling Vanessa toward her while she humped her pussy.
“Yes,” Vanessa blurted. “Come on.”
Candy closed her eyes. The lips of her pussy smothered Vanessa's clit. Each unification of their vaginas ignited an indescribable sensation that flowed throughout every part of Candy's body. She loved the sound of Vanessa's passionate cries that added to the euphoric realm Candy was in. Sweat soaked her brow as she worked up a sensual rhythm with the help of the slippery juices between their legs. “Ahh.” Candy winced as she stretched her neck, her head titled back while her lower body shifted forward.
“Fuck me, Candy. Fuck me,” Vanessa begged as if the beat of her heart depended on it. She pumped her small frame into Candy's grinding.
Candy could hear Vanessa's breaths increasing and could see her teeth clench in between sensual cries. Those signs coupled with Vanessa's flinching told Candy she was ready to explode. Candy quickly unloosened her grip on Vanessa and dove face-first between her legs.
Vanessa's legs locked around her neck as Candy sucked her into submission. “Candy, no, yes, please. Damn. God.” Vanessa's body jolted as she reached her peak.
Candy lifted he
r head from between Vanessa's lap, and stared down at her as she regained her sense of normalcy. The look of bliss on Vanessa's face, her small sexy frame, her extra smooth skin—Candy loved everything about how she looked. Candy had never been so sexually compatible with another woman. The fact that Vanessa was a caring person with intellect and was comfortable with herself added to her physical beauty that made Candy crave her.
“You're too good to me,” Vanessa said with a smile.
“You get what you deserve.”
Vanessa smiled. “You deserve a sponge bath.” She pointed to the Jacuzzi in the large room. “I prepared it before we got carried away.”
Candy smiled and helped Vanessa from the bed, before trekking the carpeted floor to the large hot tub of bubbling water. Stepping inside the tub after Vanessa, Candy grabbed the issue of The Daily News on the stand beside the Jacuzzi. It was turned to the seventh page where an article about Leah's murder consumed an entire page.
“Still marveling at your work?” Vanessa said with a smile that turned to a frown as she spotted the bittersweet look on Candy's face.
Looking at the old picture of a smiling Leah for the third time, Candy's mind flashed back to the fear she saw in Leah's eyes before the young Latina lost her life. Killing Leah had done far less for Candy than she had anticipated. The painful memories of being kidnapped and tortured remained. While there was some relief knowing that she had finally followed through with the plan she and Vanessa plotted, there was still a hunger for more—a hunger that would likely never go away. She wasn't sure if it was the thirst she had for meting out justice to the others who violated her, or if it was part of the reality that no matter who was killed, she would still remain scarred by the memories of her unborn child dying and everything else that came with her kidnapping and torture.
“Candy?” Candy looked up from the newspaper as Vanessa waved her hand in front of it. “I called you twice.”
Candy fully snapped back into reality. “Just thinking about all of this.” She set the newspaper back on the stand.
“Please don't start this back up again,” Vanessa said.
“What?”
“Caring about the people that ruined our lives. This love thy enemy stuff verges on Stockholm Syndrome.” As Candy went to respond, Vanessa put her index finger over her lips. “That doesn't require opposition.” Vanessa kissed Candy, then turned and slid her back into Candy's embrace.
Candy exhaled and wrapped her arms around Vanessa, then leaned her head back. She felt calm. Her senses were heightened. Candy could hear the bubbles in the Jacuzzi and she watched the intricate inscription in the chandelier above her. Even the scent of Vanessa's body seemed stronger. The missing link was Rich. “I wonder if Rich is thinking about us right now,” Candy asked.
“It's hard to think about your ex-women when you're having sex with a new woman.”
“So you think he's in another relationship already?” Candy asked.
“A relationship and fucking some ho like that one that was in the elevator are two different things,” said Vanessa. “You know more about Rich and more about women than me, anyway.”
“He was good while he lasted. A man who came from a world where killing was normal is upset because we vowed to get the people that—” Candy paused, thinking of what happened to her. “It's just ironic.”
“I miss him, too. But we have to be strong for each other now.”
“Would you accept him if he comes back?”
“I'm pissed with him, but I love him,” said Vanessa. “I want him back as much as you do.”
“I knew it.”
“But he's the one that was wrong and if he still loves us—”
“You know he does,” Candy interjected.
“Then he'll find us.”
“But we disappeared to Long Island.”
“Our phone numbers are the same.” Vanessa turned around and faced Candy. “We can't go running behind him, Candy. No matter how much we love him, he disrespected us with that elevator ho.”
“You got no argument out of me.”
“Besides, we have to finish what we started with Leah. And you know Rich doesn't want that.”
Vanessa's love for Rich was the confirmation Candy needed. Candy had to have Rich back in her life and she was going to do what was necessary to fulfill that need, even if it meant defying Vanessa's wishes.
***
It was hours later that night when Candy screamed out as loud as she could. Her legs and arms flailed in every direction. She accidently kicked Vanessa off the bed. Awakening from a nightmare, Candy was breathing heavy, holding her heart as her eyes rolled wildly, scanning the large room for a sign of the character from her scary dream. Her hand slipped down to her stomach and she began bawling.
“What's wrong?” Vanessa asked as she rose from the floor and climbed on the bed. “It was only a dream.” She hugged Candy. “It's okay.”
Vanessa's embrace was soothing, but Candy was still distraught. In between sniffles and cries she said, “It's not all right.” She slowly pushed Vanessa away.
“What is it?”
Candy took one of Vanessa's hands and pulled it toward her, placed it on her stomach. “I had a dream me and Leah were in a room tied to chairs. And they—” She closed her eyes.
Vanessa attempted to hug her, but she shook her head and kept Vanessa at bay. “You don't have to talk about it now,” Vanessa said.
“I watched as Chanel beat Leah's child from her womb.” Candy's head dropped. She was still holding Vanessa's palm to her stomach. She looked into Vanessa's eyes. “Then you . . . you shot me in the . . . the stomach,” she uttered the horrific twist of truth that reversed the roles in which she and Leah had lost their unborn children.
Vanessa hugged Candy, rocking back and forth with her, cupping her head in her palm. “It's just a dream. A nightmare.”
“It was so real,” Candy mumbled, her heart pounding against Vanessa's chest. “It was so real.”
“You know I would never hurt you.”
Candy slowly pulled back and wiped the tears from her face before gazing at Vanessa. She shook her head. “It's wrong.”
“What?”
“It's wrong, Vanessa. What we did to Leah.”
Vanessa's eyes closed momentarily. “It was wrong what they did to you.”
“You don't understand.”
“I don't understand?” Vanessa frowned. “Because it didn't happen to me I don't understand?”
“They beat my child out of me, Vanessa!” she screamed. “And they took something more from me than that. There's a part of me that’s gone. It's missing forever. I'll never be the same and I hope you never have to experience this.” Candy slid off the bed.
Vanessa followed her across the carpeted floor. “So what do we do?”
Candy turned to her, more tears building in her eyes. She shook her head.
“I wish I could answer that.” Candy walked over to the dresser, grabbed some clothes and began getting dressed.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“Out?” Vanessa said in a tone, indicating she was upset.
“I need some air. Gotta clear my mind.”
“And you can't do that with me here?”
Candy remained silent.
Vanessa walked over to Candy as she adjusted her belt around her True Religion jeans. “This is not the time for us to be falling apart.”
Candy managed to squeeze out a smile. She planted a tender kiss on Vanessa's lips, then their tongues danced in each other’s mouth briefly. “I love you, Vanessa.” She pointed to the front of the room. “I'm just walking out that door, not out your life.”
She wiped her eyes, grabbed her Hermes clutch and headed toward the door. A million thoughts raced through her head. One dominant idea was whether to abort the plan she and Vanessa had for revenge. Candy knew she could not talk to Vanessa about it. The only other person who could give her a rational view on the matter
was Rich.
CHAPTER TEN
VANESSA
Vanessa took a deep breath as she watched Candy walk out of the door. She didn't doubt that Candy would be back. What she was uncertain of was if Candy would be willing to follow through with their plan. Candy had been apprehensive about the killings from the outset. She was a person with a history on the streets and experience dealing with hustlers and thugs, so Vanessa expected her to be taking the lead in the drama. But as Vanessa thought about Candy expressing losing a part of her when she lost her child and not being the same, her position made sense. Perhaps Candy's experience had given her intimate knowledge that Vanessa was not privy to, the type of personal knowledge that may have changed Vanessa's outlook on the situation. I haven't experienced the short end of the stick, Vanessa thought as she recalled Candy being kidnapped and tortured. Candy was the person who was practically bedridden as she recuperated from that horrific experience. It was Candy who had told Vanessa how she endured physical abuse years earlier by hustlers. How she suffered beat downs from the women they dealt with who felt they were entitled to be the number one woman. Candy had even been pistol-whipped for her jewelry during a robbery at a Brooklyn nightclub. The few incidents that Vanessa had been through left her on top, with the exception of a couple of blows from Chanel during a fistfight.
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