Lickin' License Part 2: More Sex, More Saga

by Intelligent Allah

  Candy got out of bed, showered and then went into the dining room. Domingo had the table set with Egg McMuffins, apple pies, coffee and sausages. Candy sat down with a grin.

  “It's the thought that count, Mamita. If I could cook, I would've. But you know I'm a fast food fanatic.”

  “You affirm that every time I'm over here.”

  “My motto is fast food, slow sex, ya heard?”

  Candy laughed. “One out of two ain't bad. I'm gonna start doing the cooking around here. You just handle the slow sex.”

  “Deal.”

  Candy and Domingo started eating. She found it hard not to look at him. There was so much she had learned about him over the years, but residing under someone's roof reveals aspects of a person that go unseen by friends and associates.

  “Why you keep lookin' at me like that, Mamita?”

  “It's not against the law for me to look at my man, right?”

  “If you can touch, you definitely can look, ya heard? But that don't stop me from being curious about what you curious about.”

  Candy chewed on her Egg McMuffin. “I was wondering how many women can say they woke up to you eating them out?”

  “It's only one woman can say that she woke up in my bed.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  “Two things usually happen the morning after me and a woman go to bed.”

  “What?”

  “I'm gone before she wakes up and she wonderin' why.”

  “What makes me so special?”

  Domingo looked at Candy in silence, sipping his coffee. “I don't know. I been tryin' to figure that out since I first saw you strut into Red Hook. I don't know what it is. I just know how good you make me feel.”

  Candy could feel the truth resonating from Domingo. She had no reason to think he was lying. She needed his word to be authentic, because she was planning to invest every bit of herself in him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  VANESSA

  Vanessa had been trying unsuccessfully to justify the hypocrisy of Heather having sex with Rich. She had known the story was flawed when Heather first explained it to her and Peg. But both women were so adamant about Rich being a player and Heather being unmatched for the street savvy womanizer, that Vanessa began to rationalize in favor of Heather. But after Vanessa watched Candy dismantle Heather's story, all the suppressed feelings of betrayal resurfaced. First Rich had disrespected her by having sex with Zora, then he and Heather had violated her by having an affair. Rich's actions were unexpected, but not unbelievable. His bond to Vanessa was nearly nonexistent and when it was tight, he had proven his dick was liable to turn up in places it wasn't supposed to be.

  Even Heather's actions began to make sense. Although she had egged Peg on in her opposition to Rich, there was always some underlying hints of her empathy for Rich. Heather had also made it clear that she loved men and women equally, unlike Peg who despised men. It was Heather who seemed mesmerized by Rich when she saw him at Queens Incorporated.

  Vanessa was silent as she sat in her hotel room with Peg and Heather. A day had passed since her faceoff with Candy in the mall. Vanessa had nothing more to say to Heather. But Peg had been trying to mediate a truce between both women. That was after Peg and Vanessa agreed to disagree if Heather was manipulated into having sex with Rich.

  Heather was leaning against the window, toying with her collection of credit cards when Peg walked over and sat beside Vanessa. “Come on. We've overstayed our welcome,” she said, looking at the open suitcase on the bed that Vanessa had begun packing.

  Vanessa stared at Heather and rolled her eyes.

  “Oh please, Vanessa. I mean, we don't have time for you to start this again,” said Peg. “We've got a flight to catch. Besides, all fingers should point at Rich. You don't blame the victim for being oppressed.”

  “You're too smart to believe that,” Vanessa said. “Heather didn't trip and fall on top of Rich's dick.”

  “I mean, so what are you going to do, Vanessa? Hang Heather and let the chauvinist go free? He's a manipulative scumbag who put you under his spell and he did the same thing to Heather.”

  “I'm not stupid, Peg.”

  “Just gullible,” Heather said as she stepped over.

  Vanessa pointed her finger at Heather. “Fuck you.”

  Heather grabbed her hand and Vanessa slapped her. Her second swing was blocked and Heather grabbed her neck. She flung Vanessa's petite body to the bed.

  “Get the fuck off me!” Vanessa screamed.

  “Heather, stop it!” Peg pulled on one of Heather's arms.

  Vanessa squirmed to free herself, but she felt helpless against Heather's thick frame. She watched tears begin to fall from Heather's face.

  “I'm sorry, Vanessa. I'm sorry.” Heather's face descended toward Vanessa's until their lips met.

  “No.” Vanessa twisted her face as Heather's long hair fell to her neck. Then Heather's soft lips touched Vanessa's, immobilizing her. Vanessa opened her mouth, allowing Heather's tongue inside. She felt Heather's hands loosen from her neck and roam through her hair as they kissed. Heather's lips made their way to Vanessa's neck. Vanessa's back arched and she cried out whimpers of joy. Her arms enveloped Heather, her hands roaming over the silk covering and the delicate skin of her back.

  Heather leaned up and Vanessa's eyes opened. “I'll never hurt you again,” Heather said, then kissed her.

  Vanessa's body was heating up. She slid her hands up Heather's skirt and rubbed her huge bubble.

  “Ahh,” Vanessa moaned. As her nipples hardened in Heather's mouth, Vanessa felt Heather's hand roam in between her thighs and rub her clit through her soaked panties. Vanessa put her hand on top of Heather's hand and worked up a rhythm as she grinded her pussy into Heather's hand.

  Heather's head dropped, kissing Vanessa's stomach and twirling her tongue over her navel.

  “That feels so good.” Vanessa was overwhelmed with pleasure.

  Heather pulled down her tights and panties, then ran her tongue over Vanessa's clit and into her pussy. She cuffed the inside of her thighs to prevent Vanessa's legs from clamping around her and to allow her to eat Vanessa's pussy precisely. Her tongue and lips provided the lubrication and suction on Vanessa's clit that caused her body to jolt and shake sporadically.

  “Stop,” Vanessa cried, clawing at the bed sheets as her lips shivered and her breathing accelerated.

  Heather inserted her index finger inside of Vanessa's pussy and began stimulating her G-spot.

  “Ahh, uhh.” The feeling consumed Vanessa, causing her to try and pull Heather's hand away. But Heather kept hitting her G-spot and sucking her clit. “No, yeah. Ahh. Ohhhhh.” Vanessa's body trembled into a climax that she felt throughout her entire being. She was taking quick, short breaths and mumbling incoherent sounds like a churchgoer catching the Holy Ghost.

  Heather kissed Vanessa and hugged her, calming her body into stillness. When Vanessa opened her eyes, she noticed Peg fingering herself and rubbing her small breasts. Vanessa wrapped her arms around Heather and closed her eyes, enjoying her warm, soft body pressed against hers. All thoughts of Heather crossing her by having sex with Rich were gone. Vanessa found it hard to be mad at someone who made her feel so good. She knew Heather's feelings for her were real. She just made a bad decision, but she didn't do it to hurt me. Vanessa had made enough bad choices in her life to empathize with Heather. What mattered to her most was that Heather understood where she went wrong, so Vanessa was willing to give her another chance. She knew Heather and Peg were officially an integral part of her life and happiness. And she was not willing to let anything or anyone interfere with what they were building. She was still recovering from the last three-way relationship that was dismantled by outsiders. Although she was done with that relationship, she was not done with the culprits who destroyed it. Vanessa no longer needed the approval or support of Rich and Candy to execute the plan she and Candy had devised. She had the only phone number she needed—Do
mingo's.

  * * *

  During the flight back to New York, Vanessa had found it impossible to suppress her thoughts of revenge. The notion of Chanel and the other guilty parties not being penalized was something she could not grasp. People have to pay for their actions. What angered Vanessa most was not that she had been affected by the actions of Chanel and the others, but that their actions were the result of senseless jealousy. Candy had done nothing that warranted her being kidnapped, tortured and molested.

  After the flight and ride to Long Island, Vanessa stepped through the door of Peg's apartment along with Heather. She dropped her bags and looked around, realizing that this would be her new home. During the flight, she had accepted Peg's invitation to live with her. To outsiders, they would be merely roommates. But Vanessa and Peg had become lovers along with Heather. While flying back to New York, the women had solidified their relationship. They were a threesome that had feelings for each other, but were not committed solely to each other. They were free to have sexual relations with other people, but not individuals close to the three of them.

  Vanessa flopped down on a couch alongside Heather, while Peg entered the kitchen and returned with some orange juice and three glasses. As the women drank, they talked about the saga that unfolded in Atlanta. Vanessa found herself facing the truth that she would never see Rich or Candy again. “Excuse me. I have to use the bathroom,” Vanessa announced as she stood.

  “Vanessa,” Heather called.

  Vanessa turned around.

  “I'm sorry,” Heather said. “In spite of everything, I know Rich and Candy meant a lot to you. I can see it in your face.”

  Vanessa smiled and stepped off. Once in the bathroom, she pulled out her Droid and phoned Domingo.

  “Long time no hear from, my soul sister.”

  “They say 'better late than never.’”

  “What's up with my future wife?”

  “Don't worry about Candy.” Vanessa paused for a few seconds. “You're talking to me and I have a proposition.”

  “In relation to what we already have in play?”

  “Same situation, more activity on your part.”

  “The more I play, the more you pay.”

  “Understandable,” Vanessa said.

  “We need a face-to-face to iron this out.”

  “I'm on your clock.”

  “Tomorrow. You'll hear from me tomorrow on the location and time.”

  “Domingo, this is between us, not Candy.”

  “I never had loose lips.”

  “Good. Tomorrow.” Vanessa hung up her phone, preparing to hire Domingo to kill the people she and Candy seemed to be unable to touch.

  ***

  The following night, Vanessa pulled up in front of Domingo's Expedition on a desolate block in the Bronx. She exited her cab and entered Domingo's truck.

  “Damn.” Domingo smiled. “Show me some love.” He kissed her on the cheek and hugged her. “You lookin' a lot better than the last time I saw you in person, my soul sister.”

  “A couple of years did you some good too.” Vanessa observed how Domingo had added some inches and muscles to his frame along with some hairs to his chin that connected to his sideburns.

  Domingo turned down the Jay-Z and Kanye West song “Otis” that was thumping from his surround sound car stereo. “So what's this proposition for me?”

  “You, one gun, six bodies, sixty-thousand.”

  “So you and Candy gave up the hands-on approach to revenge?”

  “I told you, you're doing business with me now”

  Domingo laughed. “Not at ten stacks a head.”

  “Oprah and I don't share a bank account and we're talking about the lives of six creeps that are worth far less than ten grand each.”

  “My freedom's worth a lot more and I'm sure you can dig up at least twenty stacks a head.”

  Vanessa's eyes widened. “One-hundred and twenty grand?” She took a deep breath and exhaled. “I may be able to scrape up a hundred, maybe.”

  “Then you got a twenty-stack problem.”

  Fuck! Vanessa's eyes rolled to the minivan parked in front of her, then through the tinted windows and around the empty block lit by a few street lamps that hardly pierced the trees hovering around Domingo's truck.

  “I wanna help you, but you gotta help me,” Domingo said as his eyes locked on Vanessa's eyes.

  She stared at him for a while, then reached for Domingo's belt.

  “Whoa, tiger. Watch your paws.” He blocked her hand, gazing at her like she was an enemy set to kill him. He removed his .380-caliber Browning from his waistline and smiled.

  Vanessa unloosened his belt, then pants before his underwear. She pulled his long pipe out. Staring at his dick, she couldn't believe she was reducing herself to this level in the name of revenge. She slowly leaned down and swallowed the head of his dick. She began bobbing her head quickly, trying to finish the job as fast as possible.

  Domingo shifted his head deeper into her mouth. “Damn, Ma. You serious,” he whispered.

  Vanessa felt the head of his dick probing around every part of her mouth, from her cheeks to the roof of her mouth and the bottom of her tongue. Before she knew it, she was enjoying the feeling. There was something about having a mouthful of dick that turned her on. She could feel emotions stirring inside her. She rose to the head of Domingo's dick, maneuvering her lips and tongue around the rim of it rapidly until Domingo gripped her head tighter and came.

  “Shit, Ma. Damn.” He held her tighter as she tried to move her head away.

  After Vanessa's mouth was full of cum and Domingo was done, he let her go. She opened the door and spit. She coughed a few times and closed the door. What the fuck am I doing? Reality set in as her hormones subsided and she stared at Domingo. “You better kill all of them bastards.”

  Domingo nodded his head as he grabbed some tissue from the glove box and began wiping his dick. “I need half my money before it go down.”

  “We can find a Citibank right now.”

  “Tomorrow.” He grabbed his dick, then rubbed his hand between her legs. “I need to feel that too and see if it's worth that twenty stacks you short on, ya heard?”

  Vanessa stepped out of the truck and slammed the door. “Call me tomorrow. And be prepared to tell me when am I going to get my money's worth.” She walked off feeling used, but she knew she was using Domingo also. As much as she hated to give into him, she was willing to, because her hunger for revenge outweighed everything.

  * * *

  The following night, Vanessa exited a cab at the same place and made her way into the passenger seat of Domingo's Expedition. She opened a brown paper bag and showed Domingo five crispy $10,000 stacks of money. “That's fresh out of Citibank's vault,” she said.

  Domingo placed the bag on the seat behind him, removed his gun from his waist and began unbuckling his belt.

  Vanessa sighed. “Shouldn't we discuss business first?”

  “This is part of the payment, so it's definitely business, ya heard?”

  Vanessa reluctantly lifted up her skirt. She knew what was in store, so she was not wearing underwear. She climbed on top of Domingo and worked his dick inside of her tight pussy. “Ahh.” She closed her eyes to take her mind off of her surroundings and circumstances.

  Domingo grabbed her ass and pulled her each time she descended on his dick.”

  “Ahh.” Vanessa could not fight the fact that the thickness of Domingo's dick was stretching her tight pussy and making her more wet and horny each time he entered her. She could feel his face pressed against her breasts through her sheer blouse. The scent of his Cartier Declaration was stimulating. Before she realized it, she was swerving her hips and riding Domingo like he was a faithful lover. “Yes, ahh.” Her breathing grew heavy as she cringed.

  “Come on, Ma.” Domingo pulled her closer to him as her pussy swallowed his dick. After a minute, he loosened his grip, then turned her around.

  Vanessa grip
ped the steering wheel of his truck and began slamming her pussy into his thrusts as he guided her with a solid grip on her hips. She melodically rocked her body back and forth while staring through the windshield at a car in the distance. “Fuck me.”

  Domingo lifted her blouse and began kissing her back. He wrapped his hands around her, squeezing her breasts.

  “Umph, umph,” Vanessa cried. “Yes.”

  Domingo sucked on her back in between kissing her.