Rich's voice and the glimmer in his eyes signaled his sincerity. Everything he was saying made sense. It was what Candy had been yearning for, but was uncertain if she could achieve. With her desire for revenge burning her soul and Vanessa giving millions of reasons why they could not move on until everyone on their list was dead.
“Call Vanessa,” Rich said.
Candy put on her shoes, then pulled out her smartphone and pressed Vanessa's number.
“So you disappear in the middle of the night and leave a note that you're going to meet Rich?” Vanessa screamed into the phone. “You don't even let me know where he is?”
“Please, Vanessa. Calm down,” Candy responded.
“Calm down? You leave me stranded the day before everything is about to go down, and I'm supposed to calm down?”
“Just let me explain.”
“Let me explain. I'm going to take care of this by myself.”
“Vanessa, please. Hello? Hello?” Candy dropped her phone on the bed and looked to Rich. “She hung up.” Tears began streaming down Candy's face.
“What did she say?”
Candy ran her hand over her face. “She's going after Chanel and the rest of them by herself. We gotta get back to New York and stop her now—”
The door flung open, interrupting Candy's proclamation. “There she is right there!” Zora said emphatically, pointing Candy out to two police officers. “She tried to kill me.”
Candy looked at Zora's bandaged face and the police behind her. Oh shit!
The police stepped forward. One slapped handcuffs on her, the other began reading Candy her rights.
“Officers, this is a big misunderstanding,” said Rich as King stepped into the room.
“This is what I've been trying to tell you,” King added.
The officers disregarded Rich and King.
Candy tried to stay strong, but the eerie feeling of handcuffs clenching her wrists was overbearing. She was going to a jail in a city where she knew no one and Vanessa was headed into a situation that could land her behind bars too.
As the officers led Candy out of the room, she turned to Rich, her eyes red and swollen. “Don't worry about me. Take care of Vanessa.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
VANESSA
Vanessa paced back and forth in the hotel room with Candy's letter in her hand. She felt betrayed in every possible way. Candy left her to commit a multiple homicide by herself. As far as she was concerned, Candy had abandoned her for Rich. “She had a dream about Rich,” Vanessa mumbled, thinking of the note. She stopped in front of the window and read the note for the third time.
Vanessa,
I woke up in the middle of the night after having a dream about Rich. It was a good dream. We were all back together. The dream reminded me how much I missed Rich and the fact all three of us are supposed to be together. Anyway, I called Rich. Yeah, I know we agreed not to contact him until this drama was over. But I had to. I love him. I know you love him too, but you're not ready to speak to him. Anyway, I'm going to meet with him and work things out for us. I didn't want to tell you because I know you would've just convinced me not to. But I know you'll be happy when I come back through the door with Rich and things are back to normal for us.
A lonesome tear fell from Vanessa's eye onto Candy's letter as her “She Ain't You” ringtone sounded. She pulled her phone from her waist. Recognizing it was Rich calling, she clicked over then hung up as she heard his voice, ending Chris Brown's crooning. There was nothing she wanted to hear from Rich or Candy at that point. In her mind were images of them having sex. She could hear their conversation about her being gung ho because of her lack of street credibility. Vanessa knew she came from a different world. But themes like revenge and anger transcended class and social standing. That's why people watched legalized murder from the seats outside of execution chambers. That's why people wanted Bernie Madoff to rot in a casket beside Hitler. Vanessa didn't care about the seemingly sincere nature of Candy's letter. The fact was Candy had walked out on her to an unknown place to see the person who was adamant about them not executing their risky plan. Now Vanessa was left to complete it by herself.
Feeling neglected, Vanessa pulled out her iPad and began typing away as she thought of Peg.
She was the one person who knew what it felt like to be deserted. And I was actually feeling guilty for cheating on Candy with Peg, Vanessa thought as she called her.
“Hey, Vanessa.”
“I need to see you.”
“See me? Or see me, see me?”
“Both.”
“You can come over now. I'm getting my hair done.”
“Okay.”
“I'll be waiting,” Peg said.
Vanessa turned off her phone with a smile. She needed to unwind and take her mind off Candy and Rich. She had been talking to Peg and they had been sexting each other nearly every day since they met. Vanessa had sexed Peg three times, each experience better than the preceding tryst. Vanessa wasn't sure what attracted her to Peg most, the novelty of a fresh tongue in her pussy, or the connection she and Peg shared as Bohemian vegans. But the growing bond between her and Peg was what she knew would help ease her mind at the moment.
* * *
On her way to Peg's apartment, Vanessa stopped by the health food store and picked up some cucumbers and a strawberry smoothie. After she rang Peg's doorbell, it swung open. Peg hugged her, and then pecked her on the lips. Vanessa's hands ran down Peg's thin waist to her small butt buried beneath her loose-fitting paisley skirt. A black halter covered her flat chest like a headband on a professional runner. What stood out to Vanessa was Peg's pale white skin surrounded by the black halter.
“Come in,” Peg said with a smile.
Vanessa took in the scent of fresh pasta as she stepped inside. “Is that ziti?”
“Close. Vegetable lasagna,” said Peg as she closed the door and walked past Vanessa.
The image of Peg’s hair in curlers made Candy think of her old shop and the good times she had shared with her family-like employees who were now her enemies. Vanessa placed her hand on one of the curlers. It was a symbol of how far she had gone from any sense of normalcy.
“You okay?” Peg asked.
Vanessa shook off her blank stare with a smile. “Yeah. Just daydreaming.”
“About me, I hope.” Peg slapped Vanessa's butt and giggled. “I mean, daydreams are a sign that your subconscious is in action. Daydreams are so much different from regular dreams. But most people don't know. In antiquity, the Greeks taught that daydreams wer—”
Vanessa pulled Peg close and silenced her with a mouth full of tongue.
“Guess it was me on your mind.”
Vanessa set the bag with the cucumbers and smoothie on the dinner table as they walked through the dining room. When they stepped into the living room, Vanessa's eyes widened.
“Heather, this is who I was telling you about,” Peg said to the woman in Vanessa's view.
“I've heard nothing but good things about you, Vanessa.”
Vanessa smiled as Heather shook her hand. Vanessa found it hard not to stare at Heather's healthy legs bulging from her white Spandex skirt and the nipples of her D-cups visible through her button-up shirt she had tied in a knot above her navel. It was the first time Vanessa had met a white woman that had a better shape than Candy. She looked into Heather's gray eyes. “It's a pleasure to meet you.” Vanessa held Heather's hand for an extended period. She wanted to do nothing more at that moment than put Heather's hand down her skirt and see if Heather could make her cum. She had already made Vanessa's juices start flowing. Vanessa took another look at Heather's body, thinking of Ice T's wife. Coco ain't got nothing on this white girl. I hope she's got her lickin' license.
Vanessa sat down on the couch, and Heather sat on the sofa across from her. Heather crossed her thick leg over the other. Vanessa's eyes immediately shifted to Heather's thighs. The smile on Heather's face told Vanessa the maneuver was d
esigned to entice her.
“You hungry, Vanessa?” Peg asked, heading for the kitchen. “This lasagna is about ready.”
“Having home cooked, vegan meals that I don't prepare is a rare treat,” said Vanessa.
“Peg sure knows how to treat a gal,” Heather said with a sneaky grin. “I've known her for ages, since she was straight and thought me dating a woman was just a phase.”
I knew she had her lickin' license. Vanessa felt her nipples getting hard.
“Some of us don't have the guts to act off of our feelings, so we run from them until they catch up with us,” Peg called back.
Heather looked at Vanessa. “I've always been bold, and I've always known I loved men and women equally. How about you? Have you spent years inside of the closet or did you come out when your body started to fill out?”
Heather's candidness threw Vanessa off. “You can call me a late bloomer.”
“Better late than never,” said Heather.
Peg stepped over with two trays containing plates with lasagna, salad and organic applecider.
Heather pointed at Peg and looked at Vanessa. “Her dinner table is just a prop to give her some semblance of the ordinary.”
“I wouldn't advise anyone to aspire to be normal,” Vanessa responded.
“It's the quirky things I like about Peg,” said Heather.
“Have any quirks of your own?” Vanessa asked Heather.
“Besides my penchant for going topless, having multiple sex partners, disavowing the existence of a supernatural being and eating with my fingers, I'm your typical All-American gal who would trade her mother for a chance to have a threesome with Jay-Z and Beyonce and a follow-up with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.”
“She never had an editor for the words that come out of her mouth,” Peg said, sitting down with her tray of food. “You'll get used to it and eventually love it.”
“And hopefully, you'll grow to love me,” Heather said, winking at Vanessa.
Vanessa was getting hot with each of Heather's flirts. She listened to Heather rattle on about her part-time job managing her father's clothing boutique. Heather came from a privileged family like Peg and Vanessa.
The women talked as they ate. Vanessa liked not only Heather's bluntness, but her sense of humor. She had an authentic way of making light of anything and any person, including herself. There was a freedom Vanessa saw in Heather that she saw in herself.
The more Vanessa was in Heather's presence, she realized she was attracted not only to her curvaceous figure, but the dominating aura that came with it and her bluntness. Vanessa began to fantasize about what it would feel like to have Heather ravish her, taking control with the sexual force she had experienced from Rich. She wanted to be subdued by Heather's 143 pounds of curves and sexual power.
After they were done, Peg placed the dishes in the dishwasher and returned to the sofa beside Heather.
Heather peered into Vanessa's eyes. “I would be betraying my essence if I didn't tell you the truth Peg's been holding back. We know you're the Vanessa Denay who wrote Ghetto Love, the same woman who was on the sex tape with Candy.”
“Oh shit,” Vanessa mumbled. She had never denied that part of her past. But she had tried to keep it under wraps. She had only crossed a few people in passing that recognized her and sparked conversations with her. Vanessa was simply trying to keep a low profile. The less she remained out of the public eye, the less she would remain in the eyes of Chanel and her cohorts as a suspect in the killing of Leah and the others who would meet their fate.
“You, Candy and Rich dropped off the map for whatever reason,” said Heather. “But the bottom line is I've been waiting to fuck you since I saw Candy eating you out on that tape.”
“So you're taking this being blunt thing to the next level,” Vanessa said.
“I wanna take you to the next level.”
“What makes you think you're my type?”
“The way your eyes keep drifting off to my ass and tits.”
“Curiosity and attraction are two different things.”
“Just because you play hard to get, doesn't mean I won't get you.”
“Sometimes you have to take what you want,” Vanessa said, licking her lips and opening her legs to give Heather a peek at the bald, pantieless flesh underneath her skirt. “No doesn't always mean no.”
“Humph, it's getting kind of hot in here,” Peg said with a smile, fanning herself. “I definitely need to cool off.”
Heather stood and began undressing.
Vanessa gazed at Heather's perfectly round breasts fighting to free themselves from her bra. Damn. She is hot! Vanessa wanted to plant her face in the center of her cleavage, but she simply crossed her legs to quell the burning sensation in her hot box. She bit her bottom lip as Heather's breasts fell from her bra. Heather squirmed out of her skirt, revealing a set of hips reminiscent of Beyonce. Vanessa's mouth watered at the sight of the meaty white flesh making a gap between Heather's thighs. Vanessa was so focused on Heather that she had not noticed Peg undressing until Heather was naked. Heather’s long blond hair hung straight down her back.
Heather asked, “What's wrong with this picture, Vanessa?”
Vanessa looked at Peg and then back to Heather. “For some reason beyond my knowledge, you're undressed,” Vanessa said, coyly.
“You're not undressed,” Heather said. “That's what's stopping this from being a Kodak moment.”
Vanessa leaned back on the couch and stretched her arms out. “I'm done talking.”
Heather smirked. She bent down and pushed the coffee table that was separating them across the room.
“Sexy and powerful,” Vanessa mumbled.
Heather pointed at her. “Did you just mumble something under your breath?”
Vanessa rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth.
“So now you're mute,” Heather raised her voice. She took two large steps forward and her naked body was looming over Vanessa.
Vanessa stood up, only to be flung back on the couch. Yeah, take this pussy.
Heather pulled off Vanessa's flip flops and began clawing at her clothes.
“No,” Vanessa barked, grabbing Heather's hand.
Heather wrapped her hands around Vanessa's neck and began kissing her. Vanessa shut her eyes. And she's the perfect kisser.
Heather leaned back and yanked off Vanessa's skirt with both hands. She grabbed Vanessa by the collar of her shirt and pulled her from the couch. In seconds, Vanessa was on the carpeted floor. “You want it rough? Okay.” Heather placed her hands in between a gap of Vanessa's button-up shirt and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying and exposing her perky breasts.
Vanessa almost melted when she felt Heather's mouth engulf her areola. “God.”
Heather kissed her stomach and made her way in between Vanessa's legs. She slithered her tongue over Vanessa's clit and pussy lips, sparking moans from Vanessa. She removed her head. “You taste awesome,” she said, then turned to Peg, who was fingering herself as she eyed the action. “Toss me my bag.”
Vanessa watched Peg grab Heather's Gucci bag. She handed it to Heather and stood a few feet away.
“I got something for you,” Heather said, smiling. She removed a double-penetration vibrator. She set it on her bag and flipped Vanessa onto her back, then began kissing her neck.
Vanessa purred like a cat in heat. The weight of Heather's massive, warm body on her small frame was the overpowering feeling she wanted. The scent of Heather's Flower Bomb perfume made the encounter more enticing. But Vanessa wanted to spice things up, so she tried to struggle free.
Heather grabbed her vibrator and tossed it to Peg. Heather planted kisses down Vanessa's back. She ran her tongue over her butt, kissing and sucking her cheeks until she left hickies on Vanessa's light skin.
“Ahh,” Vanessa squirmed. “Stop it,” she protested to incite Heather to become more aggressive.
Heather slid her hand underneath Vanessa, sliding her finger
s through her wet flesh until she found Vanessa's erect clitoris.
“No. Yes. No, stop it,” Vanessa begged.
Heather applied the proper amount of pressure to send spurts of erotic sensations through Vanessa's body. Then she began spanking her ass with her other hand. “That's what you want, naughty girl?”
“Yes, no.” Vanessa's tongue ran over her lips in between gritting her teeth as blood rushed to her throbbing clit. She squirmed free.
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