Lickin' License Part 2: More Sex, More Saga

by Intelligent Allah

  Domingo exhaled a cloud of weed smoke and placed his blunt in the ashtray on the nightstand. He removed the long clip from the submachine pistol in his hand and stood up. He was about to take a shower when his phone rang.

  “What's up, Domingo?”

  “Mamita.”

  “I'm on speaker. Vanessa is on the other end.” Candy steered the conversation. “It's two days away, so we need to make sure everything is everything.”

  “Yeah,” Domingo responded to her cryptic comment seeking confirmation that Chanel, Meisha, Vera and Mimi would be at the Father's Day Tournament.

  “Good,” Candy responded.

  Domingo knew she and Vanessa would be on the scene and he planned not to be there when the bullets began flying.

  “Anything on the two missing in action?” Vanessa asked, referring to the Twins.

  Domingo had told her and Candy that Jahiem and Tahiem had not been seen in Red Hook lately. “Nothing,” Domingo responded. “What's up with Rich?”

  “Long story,” Candy said.

  “Hope it involves him stepping aside and making way for ya boy, 'cause I still got a sweet tooth for some Candy, ya heard, Mamita?”

  Candy and Vanessa both laughed.

  “What, I gotta be from Harlem to get a shot at that box?”

  “What you gotta do is find a girl your age,” said Candy.

  “All a young girl can do for me is introduce me to a grown woman so I can body that.”

  “Okay, pussy killer.” Candy laughed.

  “We gotta go,” Vanessa said.

  “All right, I'll be waitin'.”

  “For what?” Candy asked.

  “Y'all said y’all gotta go, so y’all must be coming to my crib. Rich ain't the only one who like three-ways.”

  Vanessa laughed. “Bye, Domingo.”

  “Later,” Candy said, before hanging up.

  Domingo tossed his phone on the bed. He thought about the day he met Candy as she headed to Vera's building. Her beauty had snatched him from a conversation he was having with some guys from his projects. Everything visible was perfect, from her face and figure to her walk. She took his flirtatious demeanor as a joke, but every comment lobbed at Candy was designed to break down the age and lesbian barriers she had erected between them. Now, Domingo was older and Candy was bisexual. Those changes coupled with the fact Domingo ate out Vera and was sexing Chanel convinced him that his persistence would also wear down Candy. But his task was to first see her face-to-face. He had no idea if that would be possible after the Father's Day Tournament. He needed Chanel to avoid that tournament and for Candy to survive without getting locked up. Having both Chanel and Candy between his bed sheets would make his life complete.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CANDY

  It was just past midnight—one day before the Father's Day Tournament. Candy had been sleeping with Vanessa and woke up after having a wet dream about Rich. She sat on the toilet, washing sticky sap from between her legs. Her dream had evoked every good emotion she ever had because of Rich. She needed him. But the more she thought about the drama set to unfold, the more she pondered the possibility of something going wrong and her never seeing Rich again. She dried herself and stood up. “I gotta talk to him.”

  Candy left the bathroom and went to watch Vanessa sleeping before she picked up her smartphone and headed back to the bathroom. She phoned Rich.

  “Candy?” Rich answered.

  She closed her eyes. Every emotion within her leaked from her, before she uttered, “I love you, Rich.”

  “I love you too.”

  “Not seeing you has been killing me.” Candy sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I just wanted you to know that in case something happens to me.”

  “Something happens to you? Talk to me, baby.”

  Candy could feel the concern in his voice. She knew he still loved her in spite of their being apart. She wanted to be in the comfort of his safety. But she also wanted to execute her plan. But she was worried. “I need to see you.”

  “Where are you?”

  “Where are you?”

  “Down in the A.”

  Candy glanced at her watch and took a deep breath. “I'm on the next flight there.”

  “Where's Vanessa? She okay?”

  “She's asleep.”

  “Bring her with you.”

  “I can't.”

  “Why?”

  “Long story. I'll meet you at the airport. I love you, Rich.”

  “I know.”

  Candy hung up and held the phone to her chest while her eyes closed. Being in contact with Rich was overwhelming. She opened her eyes and stepped out of the bathroom. She quickly grabbed her Fendi bag, then scribbled a note to Vanessa. She set the note on the nightstand. She watched Vanessa sleep for another minute, then crept out of the hotel with a sense of guilt for leaving Vanessa.

  * * *

  Candy arranged a flight by calling a friend who owned a travel agency. A few hours later, she stared at the Atlanta skyline as her plane descended on Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport. She had been questioning herself during the entire flight. Was she wrong for leaving Vanessa? Was she wrong for reaching out to Rich? Was her plan for revenge a wise move?

  After the plane landed, Candy walked across the tarmac into the airport. Her heart rate sped up and her knees became wobbly as she saw Rich walking toward her. She picked up her pace and dropped her bag then hugged him. “I miss you.”

  “Miss you too,” Rich responded.

  Candy pulled back, getting a look at him. She smiled through her teary eyes.

  Rich pulled a handkerchief from his blazer and wiped her tears and smeared mascara from her face. He gave her a passionate tongue kiss. “I love you, girl,” he said afterwards.

  “I'm sorry about everything.”

  Rich put his index finger over her lips. “Let’s go.”

  Candy picked up her Fendi bag and stepped off in her matching boots with her arm around Rich's waist and his over her shoulders. They walked out of the airport and into Rich's new Audi R8.

  Minutes later, Candy asked, “Where we headed?”

  “Don't worry.” Rich kept his eyes on 1-85, before hitting Piedmont Avenue and parking on Dallas Street in front of Historic Fourth Ward Park. Rich escorted Candy inside the park to a scenic pond. They walked the surrounding concrete trail and talked.

  The cool breeze graced Candy's face, her long weave flowing as she stared at the fountain in the pond. “It's so peaceful.”

  “Like us, before we went downhill.” Rich stopped, tugging on Candy's arms. As she faced him, he said, “You didn't shoot out here on a red-eye to give a commentary on the tranquility of a fountain you didn't know existed.”

  Candy was silent for a moment. “I had a dream about us.”

  “Good, I hope.”

  “So good I woke up wet.”

  “Sounds more like an adventure than a dream.” Rich grinned.

  “It was a reminder of us—me, you, Vanessa. It forced me to think hard and question my future.”

  “Why didn't you bring Vanessa?”

  “I love her, but her anger won't allow her to see certain things at this juncture.” Candy explained their perpetual debates about how to handle their desire for revenge. She spoke of them killing Leah as well as their plot for the Father's Day Tournament. “I got a bad feeling something is gonna go wrong, Rich.” Candy burst into tears again and hugged Rich.

  “It's okay. It's all right.” Rich rubbed Candy's back. “I'm a bypass the I told-you-sos.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  Rich looked into Candy's eyes. “But this vendetta ain't gonna do none of us no good. You know I come from a world where guns do the talking and revenge is mandatory. Point is I fought hard to get out of there, and you and Vanessa helped motivate me.” Rich paused, visibly deep in thought. “What happened to you?” He paused again, the dark skin of his forehead wrinkling. He gritted his teeth and shook his head. “That shit h
ad me vexed . . . and scared. Scared that something else might happen to you. So while you was in the hospital, I showed Vanessa how to use a gun so she could protect herself. And I put Chase's gun in your hand so you could get some getback.”

  Candy remembered what it felt like to exact revenge. Despite society's view of killing being wrong, for Candy it felt right—right like her attraction to women in spite of what society thought of same-sex relations. “Chase deserved to die.”

  “Stevie Wonder could see that, but I ain't intend for you and Vanessa to be running around slinging hammers like Billy the Kid.”

  Candy thought of how she had gotten caught up in the spirit of what seemed to be a never-ending cycle of revenge.

  “You don't think I want everybody involved in this shit put in a casket?”

  Candy nodded.

  “But I traded in the streets.” He put his hand around Candy's waist. “For you, for Vanessa, for a normal life. When I met Vanessa I was on my way out the backdoor and neither one of y'all was in the building. Now y'all paying rent and giving me an open invitation.”

  Candy stepped back away from Rich and raised her voice. “So this is about you? Never mind all the shit me and Vanessa went through off the strength of you? Shift the blame on us, because it's all about Rich.”

  “I know you ain't deaf and your comprehension is good, so I'm gonna assume you just wasn't trying to hear me just now.”

  Candy rolled her eyes. “Ain't no wax stopping me from hearing you. Plus, I can read between the lines.”

  “Forget the subtext, 'cause I'm giving you this straight up and down like six o'clock. I put that gun in your hand, just like I did Vanessa. I can't point no finger at y'all without kicking myself in the ass. This ain't about no blame game, baby. It’s about not seeing no inmate I.D. number behind your last name or having your whole name engraved on a tombstone.”

  Candy was silent, her thoughts scattered. Rich was saying everything that had been on her mind since she awoke from her dream of him. She knew how deep the hole was that she and Vanessa had dug for themselves. It was why she was reaching out to Rich. But there was still the thought that revenge had to be meted out. She needed an excuse for why she and Vanessa should not kill the people on their hit list, not a scare tactic like brandishing the words prison and death. Candy wanted a logical reason why the people responsible for her life being flipped should not be penalized. But there was no rationale for the wrongdoers. All Candy could conjure was the logic that made visible the strong potential for her and Vanessa to face harsh consequences if their plan was not executed properly.

  “Come here,” Rich said.

  Candy stepped over to him. “I'm sorry, Rich. This shit is just crazy.”

  Rich smiled. “You learned quicker than me. Took me damn near my whole life running the streets to see the insanity in this shit.” Rich looked around the empty park. “Let's slide.”

  * * *

  Candy opened her eyes and lifted her head from Rich's bare chest. After they had left the park hours earlier, she fell asleep in the luxurious round bed inside one of the guest rooms in King's mansion. Candy rose from the large bed, watching Rich. She reached down and carefully pulled his morning erection through the slit of his Polo boxers. She marveled at the dick that had reintroduced her to men. Rich shifted, still asleep. Candy lowered her head, licking the length of his dick and submerging the head in her mouth.

  “Umph,” Rich moaned.

  She looked up as Rich's head rose and his eyes opened. Candy sucked the head of his dick, twirling her tongue around it.

  “Damn,” Rich grunted, placing his hand in Candy's hair, steering her down.

  Candy slowly rode his dick up and down with her mouth, slurping as she savored the familiar flavor of him. She could feel him growing in her mouth. Candy let the head of his dick reach the back of her mouth, the point just before her gag reflexes kicked in. Her pussy got wetter by the second until she could feel her nectar soaking her Victoria Secret thong.

  Rich began moaning, mumbling his thoughts about how good Candy felt.

  She rose and removed her thong, then crawled on top of Rich and guided his dick into her. “Ahh,” she cried as she came down on all ten inches of his thick shaft. She leaned forward and grabbed his ankles, then slowly began riding Rich with him facing her back. She could feel his firm hands gripping her waist as she worked up a calculated motion.

  “Damn, Candy. Shit.”

  Rich's erotic whispers were turning her on. She sped up her pace, sliding down and then grinding momentarily before rising. She tightened the muscles in her pussy each time she rose.

  “Yeah, like that. Ride this dick,” Rich's voice grew louder.

  Candy rode faster, slamming her pussy down harder each time. “Ah. Ahh.” Her eyes opened and closed and she gripped Rich's ankles tighter. She squeezed the muscles tighter around his dick. “Yes, make me cum! Rich . . . Rich.”

  Just as Candy began to climax, the room door opened. “What the—” Zora blurted. She dropped a tray of food she had apparently been bringing to serve Rich breakfast in bed. Coffee and eggs stained the floor. Steam rose from the carpet.

  As Candy came and her body was depleted of energy, she realized the familiar face. The elevator ho.

  “You bitch!” Zora sprung forward, throwing a haymaker that crashed Candy's cheek.

  Candy fell onto Rich, whose mouth was open as cum squirted from his dick.

  Zora jumped on Candy's naked body. She landed a second punch to her cheek. “Bitch!”

  Candy punched Zora in the stomach.

  “Ooo,” Zora groaned in pain.

  Candy grabbed her thin neck with one hand, and then slugged her with the other hand, knocking her off the bed to the floor. “Yeah, ho. Come on.” Candy hopped off the bed and began stomping Zora's face.

  “Calm down,” Rich yelled as he pulled Candy from Zora.

  Zora's eyes were swollen and blood leaked from her lips and nose.

  “Let me go, Rich.”

  Rich flung Candy on the bed and pointed at her. “You know I don't put my hands on women, but ain't no woman gonna be disrespecting me either. Calm. The. Fuck. Down.”

  “You siding with this ho?” Candy questioned. “I can't believe you ran down to ATL with this elevator ho.” Candy grabbed her thong and began putting it on.

  Zora stood up, stumbling into a tall lamp next to the window. Tears fell from her eyes as she pinched her nose to stop the bleeding. “What is she doing down here?”

  Candy laughed, watching blood drip from Zora's lips down the side of her face. “After you get your lips stitched up you can put 'em on his dick.” She grabbed her clothes off the coat rack and began dressing.

  Rich walked over to her and grabbed her crocodile pumps.

  Candy huffed and then looked over at Zora's leopard-print ankle boots. “Rich, don't make me take those Jimmy Choos off her feet.”

  “Baby, stop making this bigger than it is.” Rich tossed her shoes on the bed and grabbed her arms.

  Candy was furious. But she knew she had no right to expect that Rich would not involve himself with another woman after they separated. Even with the drama that just unfolded with Zora, Candy was happy to be back in Rich's presence.

  “Baby, ain't nobody gonna come between us,” Rich whispered in Candy's ear.

  She gritted her teeth, her eyes beaming at Zora. “Get the fuck outta here. Before I fuckin' kill you!”

  Zora looked at Rich in silence and then stomped out of the room.

  Candy nudged Rich, whose eyes were stuck on Zora. “You act like you want me to walk and her to stay,” Candy said, pulling Rich from his daze.

  He turned to her. “I ain't never had a problem getting what I want.” He rubbed her arms. “And I got it.”

  Candy closed her eyes as Rich leaned over and their tongues probed each other's mouths. It felt so right. Zora was out of Candy's mind as quick as she entered. She opened her eyes when Rich's lips parted from hers.

>   “I love you,” Rich said.

  “I know.”

  Rich shook his head. “Shit just been different since we separated.”

  “I see.”

  Rich sat Candy down on the bed and began explaining the fast chain of events that had happened in his life in a matter of weeks. His relationship with Zora, that he admitted was something more than a mere fling, the time he had been spending with King and their probability of doing business together. “I thought you and Vanessa was gone, so I was trying to build a new relationship. But now that you're here, we gotta get Vanessa and start rebuilding what we had, just on a higher level, minus the bullets and beef.”