Juicy: The Complete Series

by Nicety

  “You gonna leave me hanging?” she asked with the most unnatural of smiles.

  “Yes. Maybe somebody ought to leave you hanging for once in your life.” I pushed past her arms, heading into the hallway. “I’ve been left more times than not.”

  “Well, I’m not your momma, Superior. I’m not going to leave you out on the street to fend for yourself. You know me better than that.” Lex followed me into the kitchen.

  “Don’t speak of her in this house. Besides, I’m not worrying about fending for myself. I’ve been doing that for a long time, and you don’t make or break me. But I refuse to let you live as a leech off of me.”

  Lex moved about my large kitchen running her fingers gently across the top of the black cool stove then along the granite colored countertops. Her steps were cautious as she walked over to me, standing in front of the open refrigerator. My breathing sped as if I were having heart palpitations being so close to her. I wanted her to back off.

  I wanted her to give me space, only about three feet maybe, but just enough space so that I wouldn’t feel as boxed in as I did. No, I wasn’t claustrophobic, but at that moment her aura made me feel that way. My eyes focused in on the orange juice sitting on the middle shelf of the frig.

  “I’m not here to take advantage of your money. Only your body,” Lex whispered into my ear as my body melted.

  “Stop it, Lex.”

  “Why do you keep trying to fight me? You know you love this shit girl.” She licked my ear lobe like she was licking the tip of a dripping Popsicle.

  “We’re done.”

  “So be done then. But I’m just getting started.” She reached her hand forcefully down inside of my Pink jogging pants, fiddling her fingers around my clean shaven slit.

  “Ah, stop it, Lex.”

  “Make me stop it,” she whispered, pressing her tits close to mine. “You’ve got all the power to do it. So do it. Make me stop it.”

  She was right. I could’ve stopped her at any given time. I could’ve pulled her hand out of my pants and walked away without even looking back. All of the physical fights she and I have had over this past year about her cheating, and I won them all only because I was bigger than her. But the truth was, Lex was the only female I had been with ever.

  I wasn’t gay, so after being with her, I considered myself bisexual. I couldn’t get her out of my mind after the first time. She literally blew my mind. It didn’t matter to me that she was only sixteen in a strip club when she first licked me out of control. All that mattered was how she treated me, and it was like no other person I had ever known. As young as she was, she had me gone like no other.

  “I can’t. Lex. You keep hurting me.”

  “But, I love you.”

  “No, you don’t. Quit saying that shit.” I slapped her across the face as hard as I could with the back of my right hand.

  It only made her dig into me more. She leaned in roughly sucking the shit out of my neck and squeezing my tits in the process. I felt helpless. I couldn’t breathe without being next to her. How could I leave her alone? She had become everything to me. But, she was a hoe.

  I would be stupid to think she would ever deviate from that. My back pressed against the refrigerator door damn near breaking it apart as I tossed my foot up onto the nearby counter, giving her more access. She lifted my shirt in a frenzy while shoving it to my neck as her teeth bit the top of my breasts, one right after the other.

  With her free hand, she yanked my black lace bra down, revealing my large D cup pretty, round brown nipples. I could hear the tear in the fabric as she ripped the bra from the other side to release the other one. Simultaneously she went from left to right, sucking only the pointed nipples, teasing them a bit with her tongue before moving on.

  My pussy tingled so badly that I nearly engulfed her entire hand in a sea of ecstasy driven from my opening. I wanted her. There was no fighting it anymore. With both hands, I grabbed her nipples yanking them roughly just how she liked it. She moaned, leaning her head up to the ceiling with her eyes closed and her mouth agape. I stuck my pierced tongue out at her, air licking her rapidly.

  “You like that bitch?” I asked, yanking harder.

  “Hell yeah, baby,” she winced in delight.

  “You gonna stop cheating on me, huh?” I pinched even harder as she rammed two fingers inside of my clit, forcing me to retreat a little.

  “Whatever you want, baby.” Her response wasn’t the one I was looking for, but it made me wet just the same. “Fuck this shit.”

  Lex brought my leg down from the counter and jerked my pants down in the same instance. I stepped out of them and quickly did a partial shimmy dance, knowing exactly what I was in for. I couldn’t wait. She was my crack, and I could smoke her drug.

  She moved closer as she kneeled, breathing heavily onto my lower lips to excite me. Her hands palmed my chunky ass cheeks forcing me to turn around. She placed one hand on my back so that I would bend over, giving her open access to all of my opening’s pleasure. I could hear her moan deeply as she licked me from the very top off my ass slit down to the very top of my clit, and then she sucked like there was no tomorrow.

  My knees buckled as I grabbed my nipples, twirling them between my index and thumb for added sensation. I wanted to cum so hard, but she stopped abruptly, slapping me harder than shit on my ass. I had twenty-six butterfly tattoos on my body, all of different sizes and she licked every single one of them, before standing to slap my ass again.

  “Go get them heels, girl. You know what I like. The red ones,” Lex ordered as I made a mad dash for the bedroom. “And hurry up. I’m warming up the strawberry sauce.”

  Three

  You’re Not Slick

  Lexi

  She was entrapped in my nook. It was the only place women felt safe in my arms. I could tell them the moon was purple, and they would automatically believe it, when I held them that close to me. I could smell her womanly essence, and she relished in mine.

  It felt good to now be a legal woman and be able to fuck any bitch I wanted to, without them having reservations about my age. Not that I had much of a problem before, but now I was official.

  “So, are you going to get up and go out today?” Superior gritted through her teeth.

  “And, do what baby?” I casually scratched my belly and licked my chops.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” She rose tersely, pressing her one hand against her tits to keep them from dangling. “Just because we fucked doesn’t mean I didn’t mean what I said, Lex. You’ve got to get a fucking job.”

  “I am girl. I told you I was. Com’ on, don’t fuck up our good mood right now,” I huffed, wondering why she was blowing me with this bullshit again.

  “NO. Fuck this. As of right now, you are officially cut the fuck off.” Superior jumped up, frantically snatching up each piece of her clothing.

  “What the hell is the problem now? Damn. It seems like nothing I do is good enough for you.”

  “Shut up. You don’t get to make this shit about you. This is about me.” She headed for the door, turning back only to shoot me a sinister look. “I’m getting in the shower to get dressed for work. That rental car has to go back to Enterprise on Friday. If you haven’t found a job by then, your ass is out baby. I love you, but I love me more.”

  She darted down the hallway and out of sight as I lowered my head to the bed, listening as the sound of the shower running filled the silence in the air. I just knew getting her pussy dripping would get her panties out of a bunch about that shit. I thought wrong.

  She was so pissed at me that she had even set an exact date now. She had been renting cars for me for the longest, since I liked riding that new shit, and it kept people guessing. Now she was threating to take my livelihood away from me, too.

  I hopped up from the bed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve yellow button down cardigan, sliding them on over my bare, naked body. Pulling part of the sweater down to reveal my right shoulder, I tu
ssled through my dark colored shoulder length bob.

  I snatched my keys and wallet off the dresser and headed down the hallway, stopping next to the shower door. I wanted to tell her that I was sorry if I had fucked up her life by bringing her into mine. She wanted more from me than I wanted from myself at this point.

  I wasn’t ready to be tied down, not after the shit that I had been through. She didn’t know the feeling any of it, even though she claimed to be sympathetic for my losses.

  Downstairs, I walked to the silver Chrysler 300 and revved it up. As I drove on, my prepaid Samsung Galaxy had begun to fire up like it would explode from the amount of calls it was receiving. It was as if Superior had a radar for when I left, and jumped out the shower to hound me. I wasn’t for that shit.

  She had gotten her wish and ran me up out the house, so she needed to deal with it. I wasn’t even going far though, but I bet apart of her knew that anyway. She had caught me twenty minutes away a couple of times before, but she felt salty when she got there and only found us talking on the porch.

  Honey was a great listener, something that Superior had forgotten to be. So, I had no doubt in my mind that she was probably kicking herself in the ass about me leaving since she knew where I was going. I pulled to a slow stop in front of a gorgeous, well-maintained bungalow on the corner of 52nd and Kolin. I exited the car, checking my surroundings before jotting up the stairs to the front door.

  “What are you doing here, Lex?” Honey asked, peeking her head through the screen door before I could even ring the doorbell.

  “Damn, girl. You must’ve felt me coming, huh? Felt this pussy licker coming, huh?” I smirked as she opened the door to let me in.

  The Latina beauty standing in front of me was a sight for sore eyes. She was so flawless to me; she didn’t even need the mountains of makeup, heavy lipstick, and clip-in weaves she wore. I knew she did it to entice the customers at her job, but she could work that fat ass and those tiny nipples and do it just the same.

  She had nice B cups like me, but ass for days, and the one thing that attracted me to her was her thick Mexican accent. I loved when she rolled her tongue to pronounce her words. I loved when she rolled her tongue period. She was a shorty just like me but never wore heels.

  She thought being short made her even more exotic, and she added to that by getting her beautiful dimples pierced. For a birthday present, she finally jiggled that ass on my face, after months of me grooming and conditioning to get it.

  “Naw, I was about to leave and go to work bitch. I gotta pull a double today cause my mortgage is due Thursday. Why the fuck are you here?”

  “What you mean what I’m doing here? Shit, in a minute, this is about to be my new home.”

  “Don’t play with me, Lex. We both know that you ain’t never gon’ leave Superior, and I’ve made peace with that along time ago. So, if you came for some pussy, I ain’t got time right now.” She licked her plump lips, only making me want her feisty ass more. “I should’ve known better than to fuck you at the club last night.”

  “Com’ on now. I fucked you, and I knew she was there. You think I give a fuck about how she feels? I’m feeling you girl. I want you,” I told her, walking up to wrap my hands around her waist.

  “Well, that’s my place of business. I’m never doing that again. Know that.” Honey swooped up her Birkin satchel and tossed it on her arm, allowing it to rest right at her elbow.

  “Baby, if I’m living here, you can get it morning, noon, and night.” I kissed her forehead, sweetly.

  “Yeah, when you not cheating on me,” she mumbled.

  “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “Lex, if you did it to her, you will damn sure do it to me. Okay? I’m stripper. I’m not stupid.”

  We laughed at her reference. I didn’t think all strippers were stupid, but I did think they were gullible as hell when it came down to a motherfucka’ giving them good sex. I had become a legend at The Lab, and all the females wanted to see what I was like.

  It was Superior’s fault to brag, so in my eyes; she sent them to me. I had to prove my worth to their asses. There were two more strippers that I had fucked at the club, but fortunately for me, one got killed by a stalker and the other quit cause she got pregnant. So, I was basically starting over on a clean slate.

  “Girl, she nags me. All she does is nag and nag talking about I need to go get a job and shit. Don’t nobody wanna hear that shit,” I snapped, plopping down on her plush, white sofa.

  “That wouldn’t be a bad idea, Chica. How else you gonna take me out, you know?” Honey smiled, busting out those pearly whites.

  “Shit, girl you can feed me right here.” I smirked, wiggling my finger for her to come closer.

  “Lex, you know I don’t cook…oh.” A casual grin filled her face, almost turning her cheeks blush red.

  Her steps were labored as if she was trying to resist the temptation of coming to me. She chucked her purse on the sofa as she mounted my lap, shoving her cleavage in my face. I was drowning in her Juicy Couture perfume; loving every bit of the sweet smell and the flavor it gave my senses.

  My hands had a mind of their own as they ventured around to her backside, squeezing a chunk full of ass. If it weren’t for the sensual way her lips sucked on my neck, I might have been able to notice the shadow cast behind her. My eyes focused in on the dark figure then blinked a few times to recognize Superior standing there breathing like a raging bull from the sight.

  “Get the fuck off my bitch,” Superior demanded as she pulled Honey by her clip-ins, tossing the ones that came out onto the floor.

  “Oh no, get your bum ass out of my house,” Honey roared back, before gaining her balance and turning to scratch Superior’s eyes out.

  “The door was open as your legs always are, hoe. So, if you want me to leave, then make me.” Superior reached from heaven to smack Honey and when her hand met her face it made a sound that could be heard there, as well.

  I wasn’t about to get in the middle of that shit this time. Last time I did, it only ended in me getting my little ass whooped by both of their asses. Naw fuck that. This time they would both have to fight it out, and I would holler at the winner later. I inched around the confrontation; tiptoeing to the front door as the women battled it out on each other. They threw blows at each other so swiftly as if they already knew each other’s moves.

  “And, where the fuck do you think you’re going? You ain’t slick, Lex. I swear I’m so sick of this shit you do to me. Everyday all day it’s the same thing,” Superior barked, shoving me into the big screen TV behind me.

  “Aye, don’t put your motherfucking hands on me. Alright?” I didn’t even bother entertaining her loud tone, keeping my eyes on the sunlit exit.

  “And, I’m not about to be fighting this bitch over you every single day,” Honey huffed as she got up off the floor, straightening her hair in the process. “Besides that shit wasn’t all that magical as you claimed it to be anyway.”

  “Awe bitch, you wasn’t saying that shit when you was trying not to scream in the VIP room though.” It took everything in me not to whack the shit out of her ass for trying to defame my skills like that.

  “It really isn’t,” Honey repeated.

  “Shut the fuck up. You’re just mad ‘cause you just got your ass whooped,” I taunted.

  “I’m so done. You can come and get your shit from my house, and you better return that car Friday or else I’m reporting it stolen.” Superior waved her hands in the air before storming to the front door. “And as for you bitch, this shit ain’t over.”

  “Oh, it ain’t never over, trick. I’ll see you at the club. You know what this shit’s about,” Honey countered.

  “Superior, wait,” I hollered after her.

  “Superior wait? You still running up after that bitch after all this?” Honey shook her head. “Leave, Lex. Don’t come back to my house again, or I’m calling the cops.”

  I stared into her watery eye
s knowing that she was serious. I had not only fucked up with my dip off, but also with my main chick, and they were both kicking my ignorant ass to the curb. I wasn’t worried about the pussy though. That came a dime a dozen. But, to get in a female’s head, to allow me into her panties took time and talking that I didn’t have time to use right now.

  As I scampered out the door and to the car, I thought about all the ways that shit could have ended differently. If Superior would just be cool about certain shit and quit trying to wife me, we wouldn’t even be going through this shit. There was no way I was going to her place to get those clothes. I already knew how everything would go down if I went there, and I wasn’t about to set myself up like that. She would be cleaning that shit off her front lawn herself.

  Four

  3 days later, Friday night

  Superior

  The dressing room was packed with funky pussy bitches trying to freshen up, and get ready for their next spot on the stage. I couldn’t even believe that I was working with some of these nasty chicks from the way they had that room lit up. Women could be so nasty at times that it was a shame. You would think that being that we danced around naked for men all night that they would take better care of their hygiene, but these bitches didn’t care one bit.

  There were glittery thongs, colorful bikinis, and empty cans of Summer’s Eve spray everywhere and no one thought to pick up after themselves. They knew better than to ask me for my shit though. I’d be damned if I lent them anything only never to see it again.

  I stood at the entrance staring at the big screen monitor in the corner of the dark, red hallway. It flicked every other minute, simultaneously between the two poles on the stage. Jesse, the owner of The Lab, said it was so that we could watch the other girls while they were on stage and learn to one up our game when we got out there.