Serenity smiled, but it was faint. “So what? You been keepin’ tabs on me? You got someone following me, watching my every move?” Serenity’s tone became defensive and combative. “Can you tell me if I drank enough fuckin’ water yesterday, ’cause I can’t remember?” Serenity snapped and stood to her feet.
“Serenity, you can’t be fuckin’ serious. What, you got some dick and feel you could disrespect me like that? I might not be yo’ momma, but sure as hell, you goin’ to respect me.” Carla stood in front of Serenity with her arms folded on her chest. “Shit, ’cause of you I had to take out a second mortgage. What you think, your lawyer and ’em trips I was takin’ was fuckin’ free? I didn’t allow them to give you a lawyer. I paid for one.”
“So, I see,” Serenity let out a loud sigh. “I almost got fucking killed by some crazy bitch, not you. You weren’t fucking there! So, is it safe to say you blame me for Rock’s death too ...? Fuck you, Carla, I’m out,” Serenity shouted, then stormed out of the house.
Carla rushed to the door and called out to Serenity, but she didn’t turn around. She ran straight to her car and peeled out. “Fuck!” Carla screamed and slammed the front door shut. It felt like she had been down this road once before. She couldn’t figure out if this attitude was about her and Cass, or something else.
Rico stood behind the bar smiling because today, he would get paid after revealing some info. Every Monday afternoon, he and Heaven would go to each bar in the restaurant/lounge and take inventory. Since that night when those rappers came in, she had been avoiding him. He figured she knew that he knew about her little secret. And that was why she was avoiding him.
Heaven walked to the bar to see Rico smiling. She knew what his grin was all about. I hope this ain’t gonna be some question-and-answer shit! I got to focus and get this shit done in a hurry, she thought.
“Hey, there, Miss Heaven, happy to see you,” Rico said.
“Boy, you know I’m busy. How else is this place gonna run?” Heaven replied, thinking if she didn’t bring up nothing he would get the hint.
“I know that right, girl. So, never got to see you after that superstardom night.” Rico pretended to be excited over Eminem’s appearance at the restaurant.
“Right. I was running around here making sure security was on point. It was a madhouse in here. Don’t you remember?” Heaven wished she hadn’t asked that question.
“Yes, I do.” Rico eyed Heaven as if to say, “Just tell me.”
“What? Why you actin’ like that? Listen, we got work to do, so I think we better start it,” Heaven said sternly, almost demanding.
“You know what? I ain’t gonna bullshit you no more. Look, I like you, but I ain’t your friend, so don’t take it any way. Listen, I’m gonna make you my offer ...”
Heaven stepped back and put her hand on her hip. She convinced herself that denial was always the best role in situations like this. “Rico, what are you fuckin’ talkin’ ’bout? Offer? What offer? If you don’t stop your shit right now and help me get this work done, your ass is fired,” Heaven said, hoping her threat was clear.
“Oh, hell, no!” Rico shouted, causing some eyes to turn. He quickly flashed a smile to hide the fact that everything was not okay. “That’s why I don’t like your ass. But I’ma give you my price anyway ... Six thousand every month, I can take my vacation anytime I like, and I also get a promotion.” Rico stared at Heaven, giving her the impression that he wasn’t backing down.
“Rico, why the fuck would I do that for you? You can pack yo’—”
Rico moved closer to Heaven and whispered in her ear, “’Cause you lickin’ a certain sweet clit that your brother ain’t even get to taste yet.”
Heaven could feel her skin turning red all over, especially her face. A single thought rushed her head, My brother can’t find out.
“Yeah, uh-huh. I thought you’d understand. What? You think my ears ain’t open around here? I know Cass ain’t hit that yet, but it seems you have.” Rico continued in a low tone assuring no one could hear. “You see, your brother, he too much for his damn self. Since he been with Serenity, do you know how many times he has sat at this very bar goin’ on about her? Most of the time he had just dropped her home and she still ain’t even let him feel the pussy. He would say all type of shit when he was drunk.” Rico looked at Heaven, wondering if he should keep going.
“Rico ... um ...” Heaven was in shock. She knew Cass wasn’t sleeping with Serenity because he was sleeping with everyone else on the low. When she and Serenity would go shopping and hanging out, Cass would be out with other females.
The bar phone rang. No one reached for it. Rico stared at Heaven, and she kept her eyes on the floor. The ringing stopped. Another two minutes went by, and the phone began to ring again. This time it snapped Heaven from her bout of shame and humiliation.
“All Things Good, how can I help you?” Heaven answered the phone speaking slowly, trying to cover her shaky voice.
“Hello? Is th ...” a female voice said trying to finish her sentence before the phone went dead.
Heaven hung up the phone, not waiting for the woman to finish. She heard enough to know who it was. She turned to Rico and said, “Come to my office before you leave for the night.”
She walked swiftly, trying not to look anyone in their faces. Tears flooded her eyes. Her embarrassment made her feel ashamed. Her world felt closed with a cloud of shame hovering over her. She reached her office and closed the door behind her. Her knees buckled, and she slid down against the door to the floor, sobbing. “My brother would disown me,” she said out loud, then continued, “How could Rico do this to me?” ’Cause my brother been runnin’ his fucking mouth, she answered her question in thought.
Heaven got up from the floor, grabbed some tissues from her desk, and wiped her eyes dry. She tossed the tissue in the garbage and took a seat behind her desk. All of a sudden, her world became darker. She remembered the woman she hung up the phone on. She dropped her head into the palm of her left hand resting on top of the desk.
Questions with no answers ran through her head. How did she get the bar number? Who gave it to her? Is Rico and her in on this together? Is my brother fucking with her? That chick said she ain’t have a phone, only a computer, lying cunt! How could I be so dumb? I should’a known better than to fuck with some random chick I met at a fuckin’ game. I thought it was good because no one knew about her and she could be my escape.
Heaven’s thoughts consumed her. When she met Tootsie at the game, she was attracted and knew why she engaged her in a friendly conversation. A few days later, she contacted Heaven through Facebook and since then, they talked via the Web all the time. Their sexual desires developed almost instantaneously through e-mails, live messaging, and Skype. Her memories of watching Tootsie play with her pussy and getting fucked by some dude flooded her. Heaven loved the fact that Tootsie wasn’t in a rush to meet because she felt the same way. She wanted to believe if Tootsie was kept at arm’s length her brother wouldn’t find out about it and she could eventually move away and live the life she wanted to.
She opened her desk drawer, pulled out a small bottle of Ketel One, and opened it immediately. The liquid moved slowly down her throat and a warm feeling hit her chest. She sat there not knowing for the first time her next move. There’s one thing her brother always told her. He said he didn’t care about other people and their sexual preferences, but he wouldn’t have none of that shit in his family. I should’a known that my cover would be blown one day, she thought as she took another swig of the bottle. I have to tell Serenity ...
Serenity parked her car in the lot of Cass’s restaurant and dialed his number hoping he was there.
“Serenity, what’s up? I didn’t expect to—”
“Cass, tell me you’re at the restaurant,” Serenity’s sniffles became louder.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Where are you?” Cass spoke into the phone concerned.
“I’m ... parked in the lot in bac
k of the restaurant ... Please, Cass, I need you ...” Serenity begged.
“I’m walking out to you right now.” Cass rushed through the back exit and saw Serenity in her car, crying.
He walked up to the driver’s side and opened the door. He grabbed Serenity’s hands and pulled her close to his chest, whispering, “Serenity, it’s okay ... it’s okay. I got you, baby, ... I got you ... shhh ... shhhh ...”
Serenity stood there in his strong arms not wanting him to let go. She lifted her head and looked into his light eyes and said, “Can we go to your place?”
Cass was shocked. Since they’d been seeing each other, she’d never gone to his house. She either met him at the restaurant, or he would pick her up and go out somewhere. She played hard to get when it came to dropping those drawers, but she was the only female that caught his attention on a serious level. “If that’s what you want to do, Serenity,” he answered with a safe response. He tried to ease apart from her because his dick was getting hard at the thought of her in his house so close to his bed.
“Okay, let me go inside and tie up a few loose ends. You can tell the parking attendant to put your car in the garage and have my car ready, okay, baby?” Cass squeezed her hands and went back into the restaurant.
Serenity got her purse out and pulled out some tissue to wipe her eyes and nose. She took her keys out of the ignition and walked over to the attendant’s booth outside. She explained to him what Cass said and waited for his return. Serenity wanted to feel loved not smothered, and with Cass’s arms wrapped around her tightly, she didn’t second-guess herself.
Cass stepped into the restaurant toward the main bar. “Yo, Rico, you and my sister good? I thought I saw some friction between y’all,” he said.
“Not at all. Why? She told you different?” Rico asked, hoping his spot wasn’t blown.
“She ain’t tell me shit yet! I hope she don’t have to either. Listen, I’ma be home for the rest of the evening, but I will be back before you lock up at two A.M. to do the count,” Cass said, trusting him to call if things got crazy.
“No, problem,” Rico said, wanting him to leave so he could find Heaven and work out the details of his safety net.
Cass turned around and headed toward the back exit. Thoughts were racing in his head. What the fuck is wrong with her? She don’t got no bruises or nothin’. Fuck, I hope she ain’t one of these stalker bitches; play nice at first, then bust out the ropes. Shit, for all I know, her sex could be wackier than a mothafucker! Then, I’ma really have to leave her ass alone!
Cass stood at the exit and, before opening the door, he said out loud, “Remember, act concerned. Wait for the opportunity. Then, swoop in.” He walked out with confidence and quickly put a somber look on his face before entering his car.
Chapter 12
Iris jumped out of the cab and walked into the hotel lobby to see Carla waiting for her. She flashed a smile to play nice. “Sorry, Carla, I got a little tied up,” Iris said, kissing her on the cheek. “Come on, let’s go up to my room and handle our business. Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah, that’s cool. Lead the way so I can enjoy the view,” Carla spoke in a low voice.
“I’m sure you will,” Iris mumbled as she walked like a supermodel hitting the runways.
“Don’t shake it too hard. I don’t want it to break,” Carla said, as she trailed Iris to the elevator watching her phat rump rock from side to side.
Iris walked into the elevator slowly; she could feel Carla’s eyes piercing her round asset.
Carla followed close behind, cornering her in the confined space. “What floor?”
“Three, please,” Iris said, staring at Carla, hoping she wouldn’t make a move on her now. She wanted to have the power. If Iris controlled the environment, she could definitely predict the outcome.
The elevator chimed in a mechanical voice, “Third floor. Please watch your step.” The doors opened.
Iris noticed Carla wasn’t moving to let her off the elevator. “Carla, are we going to get out or shall we stay in this cramped-ass space so you can stare at me all night?”
Carla held out her hand to stop the elevator doors from closing. Iris quickly shuffled out and started to walk to her room door.
Arriving, she reached into her purse and pulled out her key card to open the door. She turned the doorknob to enter once the green light flashed.
Carla didn’t know what was about to go down, but she liked the signs Iris was giving.
“Have a seat. You want me to call room service for anything?” Iris showed Carla to the sofa and walked toward the bedroom.
Carla took a seat on the sofa and answered, “Nah, I’m good.”
Iris came back walking toward Carla with a white envelope. She sat across from Carla and handed it to her.
“Thanks,” Carla offered, then placed the envelope on the small table beside her.
“So, Carla, tell me, do you like what you see?” Iris opened her legs, slightly exposing her hairless pussy.
“I think you already know the answer to that question. Besides, why, all of a sudden, you now tryin’ to get my mouth wet?” Carla questioned, suspicious of her sudden come-on.
Iris closed her legs. “Okay, I guess a little bit of fun won’t be in our cards tonight,” she said, sounding disappointed.
“I think we better get business out of the way first, then, maybe, we could have a bit of fun,” Carla said.
“I thought we already took care of business. Didn’t you get your money?” Iris asked, rising to her feet. She walked over to the small minibar and pulled out two bottles of vodka.
“Yeah ... but ...” Carla stuttered her words.
“But what?” Iris handed a glass and a bottle of vodka to Carla.
“I’m a little curious about you. I really can’t figure you out. I know you get money and a lot of big playas affiliate themselves with you,” Carla said, emptying the liquid into her glass.
“Oh, I think you’re far from curious. Seems to me that you know exactly what you want,” Iris giggled, pouring vodka into her glass.
“You got jokes. Ha-ha. I’ve been dealing with you for the past month, and I still can’t figure why you helping me out. You don’t know me. The only time I saw you was at Rock’s funeral, and we didn’t even talk for that long. Now, after a year, I call you out of the blue, and you willing to put paper in my pockets without even knowing me. That’s a little suspect,” Carla explained.
“I better hit the minibar again. Want some more?” Iris offered, contemplating if she should tell Carla the truth.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Carla, I know that you found out about me and Rock. And when I showed my face at the funeral, it was obvious you didn’t tell Serenity. I guess my way of thanking you was helping you out whenever you needed me. That’s why I gave you my number at the funeral. I’m happy you held on to it. Tell me, why didn’t you tell her?” Iris’s voice became softer, almost a whisper.
Carla stood up and sat next to Iris on the opposite sofa. “That ain’t my business to tell her if she never suspected. He never treated her wrong, so who am I to deny love it’s freedom. You know what I mean, sweetheart?” Carla’s eyes roamed to Iris’s sharp cleavage.
Iris took Carla’s fingers and guided them over the nipple of her breast. Carla immediately parted Iris’s legs with her free hand and rubbed her fingers gently over her clit. She could feel the wetness beginning to form under her fingertips as she moved them in a circular motion.
The moans from Iris’s lips made Carla think twice about how fast she was able to uncover her most prized possession. Carla didn’t want to abruptly stop Iris’s pleasure. She continued to massage Iris’s clit without voicing any emotions.
Iris continued to moan, enjoying her fun without noticing Carla’s lack of passion. She reached her climax swiftly.
Carla removed her fingers and put them in Iris’s mouth. She sucked the juices off with her. Then Carla looked at the side table beside
the sofa opposite them. She picked up the envelope and headed for the door.
“So, that’s it? Is that all you gonna allow me to feel?” Iris asked, disappointed.
Carla turned around and said, “You said a little fun. I think I met the requirement.” She smiled, then added, “Besides, I got some work to do. Didn’t you say you needed two more girls?” Carla reminded her.
“Absolutely correct, but that shouldn’t interrupt our fun ...” Iris was annoyed.
“I’m sure you know how to have lots of fun. I doubt you need me around. I’ll call you when I get the girls.” Carla opened the entrance door so Iris couldn’t lure her back to her pussy.
“Now, you’re funny. We will talk,” Iris said with a smile.
“Yeah, I’ma see ya.” Carla shut the door behind her, happy to leave. She needed to focus on why Iris showed a side of her that she never indicated before. I’m just gettin’ started if she really tryin’ to take this route. She could have anyone though. Why she tryin’ to play that role with me since I only been dealin’ wit’ her for a short time? she questioned, riding the elevator down.
Iris did not mind the momentary company. As long as she controlled the situation she was happy. She got her pussy rubbed to climax, and that was good enough. Iris already knew Serenity’s schedule, so there was no reason to take Carla beyond a little fun. Iris was pleased with herself. She prepared for a shower and bed. Tomorrow, she had an early flight back to D.C.
“Don’t tease me, baby. Fuck this pussy ... harder, you fucking ... harder, Stuckey, harder ... Oh yeah, that’s it! Show me, mothafucker ... You cumming baby?” Tootsie screamed, then put her face into the pillow. She rocked her ass back and forth, gliding on his rock-hard wood.
Stuckey’s face began to shift and his strokes became tougher and faster. His shaft was throbbing, and the pressure was building. “Here it comes, baby ... Come put it in your mouth ... Ahhh, shit, damn that pussy’s good,” Stuckey said as he slapped his still-hard cock against her lips.
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