The Pink Palace

by Marlon McCaulsky

  “I’ve been missing you too.”

  Tommy’s hands caress my legs and then slide up my inner thighs. I close my eyes and let my floodgates flow freely. Tommy pulls off my thong, and I take off my shirt. Then Tommy submerges head-first between my legs and pops my oral cherry. Up until that moment, I had never gotten head before. Sure, I’ve given it, but I’ve never received it.

  I don’t know how to react to it at first. I’m thinking as he’s rubbing his thick, soft tongue up and down my slit that it feels weird but not all that. Then slowly his tongue goes deeper inside me, moving from the top to the bottom, and I feel myself get even wetter. I close my eyes and start to move my hips back and forth to match his tempo. Tommy’s tongue swirls around my walls and I grab the sheets.

  “Ahhhh!” I moan.

  Tommy then finds my clit, which has swollen up to look like a miniature pacifier. He sucks and nibbles on it. Then it hits me. My knees buckle and my back arches up as if I were possessed.

  “Oh, shit! Shit!” I yell passionately as I climax and feel a surge of juices explode from my pussy.

  “You like that?” Tommy asks.

  I nod because I can’t really form a syllable at that point. Tommy stands up and pulls down his pants. I decide that it’s my turn. Tommy has stopped me from giving him head before, but tonight, that dick is all mine. I sit up and grab his dick.

  “Mo’Nique, you don’t have to do that.”

  “I want to,” I say to him as I put it in my mouth. I slide my tongue up and down his huge dick.

  “Ahhh . . .” Tommy gasps.

  Then I make it moist, dribbling saliva all over his dick and bobbing my head up and down his shaft, gradually at first, then picking up my pace.

  “Mo . . . Oh God . . .” Tommy moans as he places his hand on the back of my head to guide me. He’s mine now.

  Then I really put it on him. I suck him like a cherry Popsicle, tightening my lips around his dick, sucking harder and faster, enjoying his taste. My lips curl over his penis head, letting his dick slide deep into the back of my throat. I bring him to the edge, and then slide him out of my mouth.

  “Oh, shit!” Tommy staggers back, blown away.

  “Did you like that?” I ask him.

  “Oh yeah, yeah.” Tommy comes forward. I widen my legs for him as he plunges his dick into my wet pussy. This is off the chain! Tommy pumps into me passionately, making my cum squirt out of me with every deep thrust.

  “More! Give it to me harder, Tommy!” I yell, and Tommy complies with my wishes. He positions himself on his knees at an angle that allows him to bottom out my pussy with every stroke. The passion that’s been building up between us for the past month has finally found a release.

  I’ve never been so soaking wet with sex juices before. Both of us are drenched in a creamy white fluid that allows him to go deeper and thrust more rapidly into me. His balls slap against my ass, and I want more. Our arms wrap around each other, pulling his chest against my breasts.

  “Fuck me, Tommy!” I yell, not wanting the spasm in my pussy to end. We are like crazed animals, all over each other. I’ve never enjoyed sex like this before.

  Tommy pulls out of me and flips me over flat on my stomach, entering my pussy again, lazy-dog style. I close my legs, tightening my grip on his dick and letting Tommy pump me even deeper than before. I’m so relaxed that I allow my next orgasm to come.

  “I . . . I . . . I love it,” I stutter out. Then I feel Tommy explode a load of cum inside me, and we lay in that position, breathing hard.

  “I guess you had a lot to get out of you?” I ask him.

  “Yeah, I think I just did.” We both laugh as Tommy wraps his hands around me.

  We are lying in bed as Tommy eats the food I bought. He’s feeding me too.

  “Oh God, you are such a pig!” I say to Tommy.

  “What? What did I do?” Tommy says as he takes another mouthful of steak, dripping A1 sauce on the sheets.

  “I just washed these sheets.”

  “Mo’Nique, after what we just got done doing on these sheets, you’re gonna have to wash them again.”

  “You’re so nasty.” I hit him with the pillow.

  “So, tell me about these big changes you’ve made,” Tommy says.

  “Well, first of all, I’m not going to dance at The Pink Palace anymore.”

  “Really, what changed your mind?”

  “You . . . and I just got to a point where I’m looking at my life and it’s not what I want it to be,” I tell him.

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  “Also, I’m taking classes to complete my GED, and I got a job.”

  “What, a job? What happened to not wanting to work at Taco Bell?” he asks.

  “Well, at least I can be someone who you wouldn’t be embarrassed to be seen with.”

  “Mo’Nique, I’ve never been embarrassed to be seen with you.”

  “Well, I’m tired of men staring at me and thinking that I’m a ho because I dance at a club. I mean, I’ve done things I’m not too proud of, but there’s more to me than that.”

  Tommy takes my hand. “I’ve known that since the day I met you.”

  “Tommy, you’re the first man to ever treat me like a lady. Listen, I know you’re doing your thing hustling, but I care about you.” Didn’t I say I wasn’t going to open up my heart to him?

  “I care about you too.”

  “I know there are things you said you can’t tell me, but no matter what it is, I wanna be with you,” I confess.

  “Mo’Nique . . .” Tommy gets a strange look on his face.

  “Tommy, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything right now, but I do wanna tell you something.”

  “What?”

  “My name, my real name. When I started dancing, I didn’t wanna use my first name, so I started to go by my middle name, Mo’Nique. My real name is Janelle Mo’Nique Taylor,” I say. I’ve never told any guy my name before.

  “Janelle . . . I like it. When the time’s right, I will tell you everything. I just don’t wanna put you in danger,” Tommy says.

  “Is it that serious?” I ask.

  “Yeah.”

  I really wanna know what’s going on with Tommy now, but I’ll wait for him to tell me. Something tells me that whatever it is, it’s going to be bad for both of us.

  DAMIEN

  I’m back in Atlanta with King, and I can’t wait for this deal to go down so that I can get back to New York. I didn’t realize I missed being there so much. I miss my seed, and being here is really preventing me from being there for him.

  Shit, my dad checked outta my life when I was two. It’s funny how I didn’t get to know him until I was a grown man, and he was the biggest OG in Harlem. They called him Bishop. My mom got herself hooked on heroin, so I started working the corners for King. Damn, Mom used to bring home any nigga that wanted some ass so she could buy her next hit. I don’t want my son to have to come up like that.

  He won’t have to grow up in Grant Projects the way I did. On the corner in the dead of winter, hustling or robbing other niggas just to eat. There are some things a kid should never have to go through or see. Maybe that’s the reason why I am the way I am today. Maybe my shit ain’t together because of what I had to go through. No real father to show me how to be a man. Fuck it. Those are the cards life decided to give me, so I decided to cheat at the game a long time ago.

  King and Vanessa are staying at the home in Buckhead he bought two years ago. Vanessa is a dime for sure. I guess that’s why King wants to lock her down. I guess she reminds him of Nikia Jones from back in the day. Even though she’s fine, he still fuck around on the side. Kinda like how Trina’s the wifey and Nikki’s the mistress.

  Trina’s the chick I’ve wanted to be with since the day I saw her come out of a bodega in Harlem. Honey wasn’t paying me no mind, no matter how hard I tried to get at her. Talking about how she had a man. About a month later, Trina broke down and let me hit that ass
one night. I made sure I got her pregnant. Some girls you just gotta trap.

  When I get to the crib out in College Park, I call up my local lady, Nikki, and tell her to bring her ass over here. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about her that gets me harder than a bitch. Well, I do know what it is about her. It’s that ass.

  I wanna get with her cousin Mo’Nique, too. I hooked my dawg Tommy up with her, but I still wanna hit that ass. Tommy’s gonna have to learn to share that pussy. I bet she’s a freak just like her cousin, and she got an onion. I mostly fuck with dark-skinned girls ’cause the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice, but I’d love to see how sweet that red berry is too.

  “What’s up, ma?” Nikki comes through about an hour later dressed in some Apple Bottom jeans and a baby doll shirt. I really did miss fucking her tall, fine ass. I gotta admit that I’m hooked on that pussy like a dope fiend. She got a round ass like that chick Deelishus on Flavor of Love. Makes a nigga just wanna jump on it for real.

  “Hey, baby, you have fun in New York?” she asks.

  “Naw, just business. What you been doing since I’ve been gone?”

  “Just doing my thing at The Pink Palace.”

  “Cool. I’ve been dreaming about you, ma.”

  “Really? What you been dreaming about?”

  “Actually, it’s been more like a fantasy,” I admit.

  “You know I can do anything you want, baby. Just let me know,” Nikki says and rubs my dick. Damn, this bitch is so fucking sexy. I bet her momma was a stallion too. It must run in the family, that’s probably why her cousin is so fine.

  I wonder if I’ve been going about getting at Mo’Nique’s ass the wrong way. Maybe I should try a new angle.

  “Word? All right, ma, what about a threesome?”

  “What, I’m not enough for you?”

  “Yeah, but one more would make it that much more better,” I say.

  Nikki walks over to the bar and pours herself a drink. I just love to see that ass in motion.

  “All right, but it’s gonna cost ya. I can talk to some girls at the club.”

  “I don’t want that Penny girl, either.”

  “Then who do you have in mind?” she asks as she walks over with her drink.

  “What about Mo’Nique?”

  Nikki puts her drink down and glares at me. “You know that’s my cousin. I don’t get down with family members. That’s just nasty.”

  “So you can watch her dance but you can’t get down with her?”

  “Hell no!” Nikki snaps at me.

  “Damn, ma, hook a nigga up,” I say as I caress her ass.

  “Listen, I can find a girl for us, but not her. Besides, she says she ain’t in the game anymore.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, she quit dancing and got a job at Harland. Ain’t she with ya boy, Tommy, anyway?” she asks.

  “I don’t know. It was just a suggestion. Any girls you find, just let me see them first,” I tell her and kiss her lips.

  “All right, daddy.”

  Damn, I really wanted to fuck Nikki and Mo’Nique’s ass at the same time. Not like I haven’t already had a threesome before, but to get both of them naked at the same time would’ve been a dream come true. She thinks I really give a damn that that’s her cousin? Keep it in the family! So she quit dancing. It doesn’t matter. Once a ho, always a ho. I just gotta creep her ass on some slick shit.

  8

  Who Am I?

  NIKKI

  I can’t believe Damien tried me on doing some freak shit with my own cousin. I know he wants to get with her, but to try me on some threesome shit is nasty. That’s like me asking him to get down with Dre and me. I bet that would turn his stomach. I bet he would get sick to know he’s eating some pussy that Dre had his dick up in last night. I kinda want to walk out of here when he says that to me. He’s lucky he’s got deep pockets—that and a long tongue. Damien knows how to eat some good pussy.

  I lay on my back on his bed with my legs spread wide while Damien buries his face in me. I close my eyes and become lost in a euphoric bliss. His tongue licks my clit back and forth as I feel his bottom lip rubbing in my pussy. My juices pour into his mouth as I place my hand on the back of his head, trying to push his whole tongue into me.

  “Oh, shit, that’s it. Don’t stop,” I moan out to Damien.

  “Yeah, you like that, don’t ya?”

  “Yes . . . that’s it, daddy,” I say as I feel my muscles spasm in my pelvis and torso.

  “That’s it, come for daddy, ma,” Damien says as he flicks his tongue rapidly up and down my clit.

  “Oh, fuck! Yes! Ooooohhhhh . . . shit,” I cry out as my orgasm overwhelms me. At least he’s good at that.

  I stay the night at his place and think about how much longer I’m gonna fuck this nigga. I heard him on the phone with King earlier tonight. It turns out King wants to go out with Damien and Tommy to discuss the business and wants them to bring us to the house. Just the opportunity I’ve been waiting for to get close to this King guy and hustle him.

  I guess Mo’Nique will be there too. I haven’t talked to her since that day on the phone. I really miss her but I ain’t gonna stop doing what I’ve got to do.

  The next day, Damien and I drive out to Buckhead to the same gated community where Trey-D had the house party two weeks ago. Go figure. We pull up to the house and see Tommy’s Cadillac parked outside and we go in. This nigga King must have crazy dough. Damn, all this time messing with Damien’s ass is going to be worth it.

  I walk in and see King and Tommy. Damn, this nigga is fine. He looks like a slimmer version of Winky Wright, but I see on his arm some other chick. She’s pretty, kinda upscale looking. Damn, this nigga has a bitch already. Most niggas in the game have a lady or two on the side, but this look like his main bitch. I hate competition.

  I see Mo’Nique sitting on the couch with Tommy, and I don’t know what to say to her. I guess I should say the obvious. “Hey, Mo, how ya doing, girl?”

  “I’m good, Nikki.”

  “King, this is my lady, Nikki,” Damien says.

  “Nice to meet you, Nikki.”

  “The pleasure is all mine,” I say to him.

  “This is Vanessa,” King says as he smiles at me. Yeah, I can tell that he likes what he sees. I can also see the hate in Vanessa’s eyes as she looks me up and down.

  “Hello,” she says in a sarcastic tone. She knows exactly what I’m here for.

  “Hey,” I say back, not giving a shit.

  “Gentlemen, let us step out by the pool area. Make yourself at home, ladies,” King says.

  Believe me, once I get this bitch out of here, I will.

  I know this bitch’s type already. She’s a siditty ho. I bet she came up in a middle-class family, a real daddy’s girl. She probably went to college and got a degree of some sort. What her father don’t know is that his little ho’s on the down low. The type of girl that always wants to have a roughneck nigga on her arm, which explains why she’s with King.

  I know a gold digger when I see one, ’cause I’m the best there is at digging a nigga’s pocket out. Look at her standing there with her nose up, thinking she better than us. She can see it in my eyes that I’m here to take her man.

  You better believe that, bitch.

  JANELLE

  Tommy got a call this morning from this King guy inviting us to his home. Tommy told me that he’s Damien’s business partner from New York. In other words, King’s a big-time hustler whom Damien is hustling for. Tommy tells me I don’t have to go with him, but I want to see first-hand what kind of guy Tommy’s working for.

  We get to the house out in Buckhead just five minutes before Damien and Nikki arrive. Tommy introduces me to King, and I can see by the way he’s staring at me that he’s just like Damien. King then introduces me to his girl, Vanessa. She’s beautiful—not the type of woman I expect to see a man like King with. She gives me a weird look and then looks at Tommy oddly. The
tension in the air’s so thick you can cut it.

  Then Nikki and Damien come in. Nikki and I haven’t talked to each other since I told her I wasn’t dancing anymore. I expect her to have an attitude toward me, but she doesn’t at all. I can tell Nikki’s eyeing King like a vulture, and so can Vanessa. Nikki, I guess, takes away some of the glares that I’m receiving from Vanessa. I don’t know if she’s just insecure or what. I know some girls don’t like it when new women come around their man, but I ain’t even checking for King. It’s Nikki she’d better be worried about.

  “So, Mo’Nique. That’s an interesting name. How did you meet Tommy?” Vanessa asks.

  “Nikki actually hooked us up.”

  “Really, and what is it that you do, Nikki?” Vanessa asks her sarcastically.

  “I dance,” Nikki bluntly says. Nikki doesn’t back down to no chick.

  “Dancing? Hmm, do you dance too, Mo’Nique?” Vanessa asks.

  “Not anymore.”

  “Oh, I see now why Tommy would be interested in you,” Vanessa remarks condescendingly. What the fuck is her problem?

  Vanessa sits on the couch and takes a sip of her drink. Nikki and me look at each other and roll our eyes.

  “Anyway, how’s school, Mo?” Nikki asks.

  “It’s coming along. I should be able to test out in two months,” I tell her.

  “You’re in college?” Vanessa asks.

  “No, not yet.”

  “How old are you?” Vanessa asks.

  “I’m twenty.”

  “So, you’re going to school for your GED? Wow, so what’s next for you, a community college?” Vanessa rudely asks.

  Okay, that’s enough. I don’t gotta take this shit from no uppity, gangsta ho. “If that’s what I choose to do, yeah. So, what is that you do?” I ask her, pissed off.

  “I got a bachelor’s degree in business management. I graduated from NYU,” Vanessa says.

  “And you’re doing what with your bachelor’s?” I ask.

  “I don’t have to work,” Vanessa contentedly says.

  “So, in other words, you an educated gold digger,” Nikki snaps sarcastically. Leave it to Nikki to call a bitch out on her shit.