Lickin' License Part 2: More Sex, More Saga

by Intelligent Allah

Domingo laughed.

  “I'm not joking. Plus, I wanna see you.”

  “My crib at twelve,” he said, referring to his apartment in Red Hook. He had yet to tell her about his Queens home. The level of trust that Domingo had in Candy was not a reality for Chanel. She had no loyalty to her man and Domingo never lost sight of the fact that she had crossed Candy after years of friendship they had.

  “Your crib at twelve. I'll be there,” Chanel confirmed.

  As Domingo drove, he thought of sex with Chanel. He had shared intimate moments with her that did not revolve around bumping and grinding. But unlike his attraction to the mere presence of Candy, Domingo was driven toward Chanel by their interaction in the bedroom. As he thought of how juicy and wet her pussy was, he remembered her boasting about The Chanel Legacy. She had never defined the term with clarity while in his presence. But her sex game was definitely a legacy that was unsurpassed by every woman Domingo had been with.

  By the time Domingo made it to Red Hook, he was horny from thinking about Chanel. He exited his truck, then took a Sak's Fifth Avenue bag from the back as he began his trek to his apartment. When he entered the elevator, the Twins were exiting. “What up?”

  “You,” Jahiem said. “We been waiting to hear from you.”

  Domingo had been drawing out the process of sending the Twins at Rich and Vanessa, because he was not certain where Vanessa was and their deaths were no longer of personal interest to him, because he had Candy and Chanel in his life. “I got y'all.”

  As Domingo attempted to step on the elevator, Jahiem jumped in front of him. “If you don't got us in a minute, you gon' get got soon.”

  “What?”

  “Motherfuckers tryin' to murk my sister and you got access to the motherfuckers, but you not playin’ ya cards right.”

  Before Domingo could respond, the elevator was closing and the Twins were leaving the building. They act like I don't get busy. Domingo had made a lot of threats during his life. But he hated when they were hurled at him. Domingo was being threatened because of a plan he had concocted. He had created a lie that had the potential to destroy him.

  He made it to his apartment, then pulled out his phone and tried calling Vanessa, but got her voicemail. He flopped down on the living room couch, frustrated.

  A while later, his bell rang and he let Chanel inside. After closing the door, she kissed him and began loosening his belt.

  “Whoa,” Domingo brushed her off. He removed the .380 from his waist, then dropped his jeans.

  Chanel hiked up her skirt and bent over, placing her forearms on the dining room table. “Hurry up, I'm on fire.”

  Domingo entered her throbbing pussy. He exhaled as her lips sucked him deeper inside. He started slamming into her quickly with a force that made her wetness feel like oil coming to a boil in a frying pan.

  “Faster. Fuck me harder.”

  Domingo gripped her waist tighter and ravished her insides like a madman. Chanel reached under herself and began rubbing her clit. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Yeah, that's what you want?” Domingo asked.

  “Fuck me, Domingo!”

  Minutes passed and before Domingo knew it Chanel was screaming like she was being viciously attacked. “Stop . . . stop. Ahh, ahh. Ahh, noooo.”

  Domingo propped one of her legs on the table and stroked harder until he came shortly afterwards.

  Chanel turned around with a smile wider than Domingo had seen in a while. She kissed him. “I really needed that. I was fantasizing about you and I ended up horny as hell!”

  “Fantasizing about ya boy, huh?” Domingo asked the rhetorical question as they both headed to his bathroom to wash up.

  “We was on this yacht and got stranded at sea.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Just me and you.”

  Domingo soaped up a rag and began washing himself in the sink. “What was it like? Just us?”

  Chanel was silent.

  When Domingo turned around, she had a distant look on her face. A look like she was in some zone where nothing else mattered but what she was experiencing. Bad experiences. Domingo waved his hand in front of her face.

  Chanel shook her head.

  “You zoned out on me,” Domingo said.

  “Thinking about us.”

  “What about us?”

  She nudged Domingo, then looked into his eyes. “I'm scared. Scared something is gonna happened to me like Chase and Leah. You make me realize I got someone to live for.” She gently kissed Domingo, sliding her tongue between his lips.

  “Everything gon' be all right.” Domingo had never seen Chanel so vulnerable and fearful. All of the high fashion and tough talk that defined Chanel masked a sensitive woman who was looking to be shielded from the harsh realities of life. It didn't matter that she had participated in Candy's kidnapping and torture. Domingo had known countless men in the hood who were Average Joes that committed isolated acts of violence. Chanel was no more of a bonafide killer than Vanessa and Candy.

  “I'm losing hope in the Twins.” Chanel paused. “You gotta get ’em, baby. Get Rich and Vanessa before they kill me.”

  First, the Twins had pressured Domingo to work harder at finding Rich and Vanessa. Now, Chanel was pushing for him to kill them. He had bent the truth about Rich and Vanessa to suit his needs. But now he was beginning to question if his tall tale was becoming more of a problem that could destroy what he was trying to build with Chanel and Candy. He needed to keep Chanel calm and decide if he would have to dole out the same violence on the Twins that they had planned for Rich and Vanessa.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CANDY

  Candy held onto the Sak's bag as she strode past a group of soldiers stepping out of Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta. She had left Domingo's home a few hours earlier. Candy had walked off on Rich days earlier, because she needed some space after the spat with Vanessa, Peg and Heather. She also needed time to think because she planned to coax Domingo into picking up the plan for revenge where she and Vanessa had left off. But Candy found herself unexpectedly falling for Domingo. He had a vibrancy that Rich lacked and a desire to please her that was stronger than Rich's. It was as if he was trying to prove himself sexually, having known Candy viewed him as a kid at one time. That hunger for validation translated into a sexual drive that was unparalleled.

  Candy stood outside of the airport and pulled out her smartphone. It was time to fix what she had broken between her and Rich. The two had spoken to each other several times while she was in New York. Rich was under the perception she was in Atlanta in an undisclosed area, because she needed some space to think. He was furious, but willing to cope with Candy's antics, because he feared losing the second of the only women he had ever loved.

  After scrolling through her iPhone, Candy called Rich.

  “Tell me something good,” he said.

  “I'm coming to see you,” she said. “Where are you?”

  “The company. Just got back from lunch.”

  “We need to talk.”

  “You know where I'm at, so see you.”

  “I love you.”

  “Love you too,” Rich said before hanging up.

  Candy hailed a cab and went to the hotel room that she and Rich had been sharing. She showered and changed into the outfit that Domingo gave her. After spraying on some perfume, Candy stepped out of the door.

  She took a cab to a luxury car rental company and stepped out with the keys to a BMW 760. Candy drove to Queens Incorporated and found Rich on the elevator.

  Rich kissed her and they hugged for what seemed to last forever. “I missed the shit outta you,” Rich said as they parted.

  “Miss you too.”

  “So now that your mind is clear, what's on it?”

  “You.”

  “That's a good start.”

  “I spoke to Vanessa.”

  “And?”

  “She wants me to leave you and I can't do that.”

  “So you're ready
to let her go and be with me?”

  “I wanna speak to her one last time. Try to talk some sense into her.”

  “Do you really want to after that stunt I told you she pulled here in front of everybody?”

  As they stepped off the elevator, Candy remembered what Rich had said about Vanessa coming to the company with Peg and Heather. “I love her, Rich.”

  They walked through the corridor. “Love don't always cut it.”

  “We'll see.”

  Rich led her through a few clusters of people, then into the large conference room. He helped Candy to her seat and sat beside her.

  She took Rich's hand into hers. “Tell me what's on your mind.”

  “I'm used to winning, but I took a L.” Rich let out a deep breath. “The deck was stacked against me from day one, but I thought I could do it.”

  “You're losing me.”

  “This three-way relationship we had. I knew we were defying everything society says about male-female relationships. I fought hard to make it work. Trained hard, went in the ring with a fresh set of gloves, but some amateur, hatin'-ass broads from your shop dazed me. Then a couple of suburban snow bunnies knocked me out in the last round.”

  Candy was silent, but she felt the same way. Rich had given up a life of fast women and fast money and gave himself to her and Vanessa. Each of them had supported and protected each other with trust and love. But Chanel and her cohorts had swung a haymaker that knocked down everything they had built and left them vulnerable to defeat.

  Candy felt what was left of her relationship deteriorating. It's just not right without Vanessa.

  * * *

  Candy was focused on giving one last shot at trying to pull Vanessa back into the fold. Vanessa had left several messages on Candy's phone saying she needed to speak to her, so Candy was hopeful that they could rekindle the relationship they once shared with Rich.

  Candy agreed to meet with Vanessa at North Point Mall in the Alpharetta section of Atlanta. She found Vanessa waiting outside of American Girl Boutique and Bistro like she had promised. As Candy neared, she noticed Heather was present, dressed in a black dress and matching-colored shades that covered most of her face.

  Vanessa greeted Candy and they began walking. Heather remained silent as she walked alongside Vanessa.

  “I thought we were meeting alone,” Candy said.

  Vanessa stopped, grabbed Candy's hand and removed the large designer shades Heather was sporting. There were bruises on Heather's forehead, just above her right eye. “That's courtesy of Rich.”

  “Vanessa, we both know he doesn't hit women.”

  “Overly rough sex, Candy. Heather tried to convince Rich to patch things up with me, and he manipulated her into having sex with him. He left her ass bleeding, Candy.”

  Candy stared at Heather, who pulled her shades back over her eyes to cover the emerging tears. “So Rich manipulated you?”

  Before Heather could respond, Vanessa said, “You know he's a master slick-talker who takes advantage of women.”

  Candy was still focused on Heather. “Or maybe you thought you was gonna get fucked by a black stud and that Mandingo was more than you could handle.” Candy laughed and turned back to Vanessa. “Manipulated? So Rich just tricked her into falling on his dick?”

  “So what, I wanted to fuck him,” Heather blurted. Her mouth was wide open as Vanessa's eyes beamed at her.

  Candy laughed. “This is the girl who got you thinkin’ all men are dogs, Vanessa? She put her hand on Vanessa's shoulder. “What happened to you? You let these white girls put a battery in your back with all this feminist bullshit.”

  “To hell with you, Candy,” Heather barked and then turned to Vanessa. “I'm sorry, Vanessa.”

  “That's obvious.” Vanessa walked off, leaving Heather and Candy behind.

  “Vanessa,” Candy called. She walked behind her and Vanessa sped up her pace. That's it. She's gone.

  Once Vanessa was out of Candy's view, the reality that Rich had sexed Heather set in. The same Rich who had told her about his dedication to their relationship just hours prior. Candy needed to confront him. Not to afford him the opportunity to talk his way out of him having sex with Heather. Candy wanted to watch his reaction to her revelation. She wanted to see him for the last time and rid him from her system before she headed back to New York to be with Domingo.

  After zipping through traffic in her rental, Candy stopped by their hotel and gathered her belongings. She stuffed them into the BMW and drove to Queens Incorporated. Candy made her way upstairs, through the corridor and into the open floor.

  “Son of a bitch.” Candy watched Rich at the water cooler. He was positioned behind Katiya with his dick against her ass as he whispered in her ear, bringing a smile to her face. Candy darted through an aisle between a row of cubicles and tapped him on his shoulder.

  He turned around and his mouth opened nearly as wide as his eyes. “Candy.”

  She snickered. “First the white broad, now some Indian ho. I see you're into diversity.”

  Katiya stepped off in silence.

  “Baby, this ain't—”

  “Save it for one of these broads that you got hypnotized with your dick.” Candy stomped off, brushing past King and a number of other spectators. She was hurt by Rich and it was a pain she had not anticipated. Just as she had not anticipated finding him with another woman. Candy felt her knees buckling with each step. But she mustered the strength to march her Amazon figure with pride.

  After the elevator door opened and closed behind her, she sunk into a corner and burst into tears. She knew she had to end her relationship with Rich. Adding to her misery was the memory of Vanessa walking off from her and out of her life. The only people she had total trust in and love for were gone out of her life. The unique relationship she once thought was impossible had been defeated. Someone had to pay.

  She headed to the airport. After the flight landed the tear-smeared mascara and puffy eyes were things she tried to conceal as she rode in the backseat of a cab to Domingo's home. What little success she had battling her emotional scars was undermined by the tears that flooded her face when Domingo opened his door and she dropped her bag and hugged him. In silence, she basked in the comfort of his embrace for several minutes.

  Candy looked at Domingo, thinking long and hard about what to disclose to him. Possibilities bounced around her head like balls in a pinball machine. In his eyes she saw innocence, although she knew he was no saint. She saw the feelings he had for her. Genuine feelings. Feelings that Vanessa and Rich no longer had for her.

  Candy thought of everything she had observed of Domingo, from the young teen with the audacity to press a woman beyond his age and height, to the young man who had grown taller and more confident than her in just a couple of years. The young man who had invited her into his home and pleased her in every way she could think of sexually. The young man who had helped her and Vanessa kill Leah.

  “I don't wanna rush you if you ain't ready to talk, Mamita. But seeing you like this got me nervous.”

  “There's a lot that's been going on that I didn't tell you.”

  “Whatever it is ain't gonna change how I feel about you.”

  “How do you feel? Honestly? And where are we going with this? Us?”

  Domingo leaned up and kissed Candy passionately. He placed one of her delicate hands between his. “We goin' wherever you wanna take this, Mamita.”

  Candy flashed a partial smile, then the frown she was trying to hide surfaced. “It's about the future. Us.” She looked into Domingo's eyes. “I can't go on like this. Not until everybody that destroyed my life is dead. Chanel, Vera, her brothers, all of ‘em.”

  Domingo kissed her lips, then gently rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand. Don't worry. I'm a take care of everything.”

  The following morning, Candy's eyes opened slightly as she lay in bed. She was lying on her back when she was overcome by sexual bliss. She licked her lips and began massagi
ng her nipples, before squeezing her breasts. She shook her head and wiped the cold out of her eyes to make sure she was not asleep. She guided her hand down and felt Domingo's wavy hair. She looked down and saw him between her thighs. Her back stretched out and she hissed like a viper. Candy grabbed a handful of the sheets and closed her eyes as Domingo brought her to a climax.

  When she opened her eyes, Domingo was looking down on her, licking his lips. “That's wifey treatment.”

  She watched Domingo step out of the bedroom. He had outdone himself and any man she had been with. She had never awakened to the feeling of her pussy being eaten. It was the type of thing she had never even fantasized about. The thought of a man that was so concerned with pleasing his woman seemed unreal.