Thirsty 2

by Mike Sanders

  “Nah.” Lil’ Joe swirled the toothpick in his mouth. “I ain’t wanna see my man like that. I sent his people some money though.” Lil’ Joe looked around Carlos to see Preme admiring a brand new metal G-clamp. When he got Preme’s attention, he asked him, “Did you?”

  “Did I what, nigga?” Preme was clearly agitated from the direct question.

  “Did you go to the funeral, nigga? Fuck you think I’m talkin’ bout?”

  “Fuck I look like goin to a rat’s funeral?” Preme retorted as he turned his back to the two again and continued to look around the garage. At first, he thought Joe was asking if he had been the one who had killed his man.

  Lil’ Joe closed his eyes for a split second and shook his head.

  Carlos sought to ease the tension for now and decided to cut the conversation short. “Look, I just wanted to see how you was copin’. How you was holdin’ up an’ shit. I see you handlin’ that shit.” He turned to Preme “C’mon Preme.”

  Carlos reached the door and he watched while Lil’ Joe and Preme glared at one another as Preme eventually started limping away slowly. Carlos knew Preme and Joe never really liked one another and only tolerated each other for his sake. He watched as Preme kept looking over his shoulder to make sure he didn’t have to body this nigga.

  CHAPTER NINE

  To’Wanda felt a slight breeze sneak through the slit of her crème halter top that amplified her breasts as she and Tan stepped foot into Mortimer’s Café & Pub. They had decided to go out for a few drinks and watch the Bobcats play the Heat. Mortimer’s had an upscale look with a huge white chandelier in the center of the pub and eclectic, modern dining accessories. With the Bobcats playing at home, she was astonished that the line wasn’t out of the door as it normally was on a home night.

  Originally, Tan had planned to stay home, but to appease her girl, she took her out. To’Wanda was a loyal Bobcats fan no matter how terrible the team played and it was too late to buy tickets with any decent seating to watch the game live at Time Warner Cable Arena. As far as Tan was concerned, if she couldn’t get a seat in one of the suites, the tables or boxes, the game wasn’t worth going to. She didn’t buy the season passes that she normally would have because she wasn’t happy with the team’s performance and she decided that she did not like the owner after meeting him a year ago.

  Tan saw her favorite bartender at the bar, but noticed that all of the spots at the bar were filled. Yet not all was lost because there were a couple of nice seats along the walls that would give them some sense of privacy.

  “Thanks bae,” To’Wanda whispered as she leaned closer to Tan. She glanced at her lover’s light, cashmere top with a big, silver triangle pendant that danced across her breasts. The nippy weather had caused Tan’s nipples to harden. To’Wanda took notice of the imprint and had thoughts of what she wanted to do to them once they returned home. Tan’s appetite for sex was stronger than the average woman’s, but To’Wanda’s sex drive was off the Richter scale. She was a straight up, insatiable freak!

  “Don’t thank me yet.” Tan still had a slight attitude as she looked at the flat screen TV and noticed that the Bobcats were being dunked on by LeBron James. A couple of boos and verbal assaults left the lips of the patrons as the home team sank further behind. “You just enjoy the game and the outing.”

  To’Wanda took that as her cue to back the fuck up. She quickly flashed a smile at the server that brought them a menu. “For the appetizer, we’re having harvest salads and our entre will be the Cajun chicken Alfredo and two glasses of Moscato.” To’Wanda ordered Tan’s favorite, hoping she would lighten up a little. The server smiled at them, flashing all of her pearly whites as she notated the order and went to get their food.

  Tan’s mind had been on Loon and how he had the audacity to lie to her about the robbery that had taken place, but she couldn’t quite figure out how she was gonna handle him just yet. She silently thought, Ray Charles’ mama was right, “scratch a liar, find a thief.” And she’d be dammed if she’d let some scheming, conniving, fat, fake Rick Ross-looking nigga beat her out of some money. Tan knew she needed to make an example out of his ass and set that shit right. Though it wasn’t beneath her to go to the A and step her murder game up, she also knew she needed to tread lightly because she had other, more important fish to fry.

  “Here’s your food, ladies, and if you need anything else, just call on Joy.” The sandy haired buxom beauty smiled as she lowered their trays containing their food. Tan checked the time on her Tiffany wristwatch, as she was amazed at how fast their orders had been prepared. She looked up and caught a glimmer in Joy’s eyes that let her know that she got down with chicks. A bi-sexual chick could always see familiarity in other bi chicks. Even though she was fine in a Shakira-type of way, it was too bad for her that neither Tan nor To’Wanda were in the mood for another chick tonight.

  When the smell of Cajun seasoning hit her nose, Tan’s appetite doubled. As she lifted her fork to take a bite, she noticed a man who looked like a dark version of Vin Diesel walk into the entrance. His broad shoulders filled out the trendy sports coat he was wearing and his pecan tan complexion complimented the color of it.

  “You see him, too?” To’Wanda asked as she rushed to wipe some Alfredo sauce from her lips. She licked her lips and wiped them off again as her eyes followed that sculpted frame with the low hair cut as he took a seat near the end of the bar.

  Tan looked at To’Wanda and then back at the fine ass guy. She didn’t want to admit it, but the Vin Diesel look-a-like had her clit tingling a little and her crotch area a little moist. It had been a while since she had seen a man who could make her stir like that.

  While Tan and To’Wanda were lightweight lusting, the perky waitress came to them with two glasses of Chardonnay. “Ummm, we ordered Moscato,” To’Wanda corrected.

  “I know, but these are compliments of the guy in that corner over there.” Joy indiscreetly pointed to a slim, mocha-colored guy with a bushy, curly Afro and rough but well-groomed facial fuzz. The man was slightly slouched in his seat as he lifted up his glass of wine as a gesture of a toast.

  “I . . . want . . . to . . . get away,” To’Wanda sang as Tan agreed that Lenny Kravitz was exactly who that fine man over her shoulders slightly resembled. “Oooh—Tan, what if we had the neo-soul brother and the football player.”

  Tan sighed and swiped a lock of curly black hair from her face, then promptly tucked it behind her ear. She raised her finger and pointed sharply. “No bitch, only one dick.” She didn’t mean to get mad, but she remembered what happened the last time more than one man at a time was in their home. Three men they didn’t know rushed into their house. Monk, Cross, and D. C. had forced their way inside their home after Justice and Sapphire rang the doorbell. Monk had slapped her twice as he tackled her like a football player and tied her up.

  “Aww, come on, it’ll be fun.” Tan wasn’t surprised at how To’Wanda was so damn giddy over some dick. Like the thirsty bitch didn’t get dicked down with a dildo almost every other day. But she knew her girl loved the real thing more than she did so she didn’t mind To’Wanda getting happy at the possibility of getting her back blown out. It had been almost a year since Tan had some real dick herself, so she knew it was about that time.

  “It’ll be fun with one.” Tan held firm. “We’ll rent a room for the night.” Tan smiled as To’Wanda nodded in agreement, as she understood Tan’s desire for discretion.

  Tan pulled out her phone and searched for the number for the Blake Hotel while the guy who looked like Vin Diesel made his way to the table. To’Wanda started getting excited because the nigga was definitely sexier up close. Tan even had to admit that she liked his swag as he made his way to the table. The dude nodded to the competition and they exchanged a mutual sign of respect.

  “What’s your name?” To’Wanda was being forward.

  Before he could answer, Tan mumbled, “Walks like he got a big wee wee” She placed her phone back in her pur
se.

  “Tan!” To’Wanda was shocked that she had made the comment so loudly as she playfully slapped her hand.

  “You from New York?” the man spoke up in a raspy, deep voice.

  “No,” Tan said as she waved her hand to Joy. “Check please.”

  “My name is Marques,” he said as he took his left hand from his pocket, discreetly showing off a rose-gold timepiece. Tan could tell from his mannerism that Marques was not a street nigga.

  Tan stood up when Joy arrived with the check. Joy got a quick look at Marques and Tan could damn near smell her lust for the nigga standing before them. Tan took out two twenty dollar bills and instructed Joy to keep the tip. “I’ll tell you what. Meet us at the Blake in thirty minutes,” Tan said as she grabbed To’Wanda’s hand and interlocked it with hers. “I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby.”

  “Just like that?” Marques asked, flabbergasted that it was just that easy.

  “Just like that,” To’Wanda cooed.

  Tan and To’Wanda walked away and Tan tilted her head to the man who had bought them the drinks. “Maybe next time.”

  ***

  When Tan saw Marques enter into the lobby, she looked around and thought about what Loon had said about being ushered through the hotel at gunpoint. The Blake was laid out almost identical to the Sheraton and she confirmed that the fat muthafucka was lying and she’d deal with him later.

  To’Wanda was already in the room freshening up. Tan wanted to make sure that Marques was by himself and that this wasn’t a set-up before they went up to the room. She knew fuckery came in all shapes, forms and fashions, and she didn’t put anything past anybody.

  “Nice to see you again,” Marques said as he reached down to give Tan a hug and a kiss on the cheek. His Hearts and Daggers Ed Hardy fragrance smelled good and Tan could tell he had put more on between leaving the pub and coming to the hotel.

  “Nice to see you, too.” Tan paused as she quickly scanned the lobby before deciding to lead him to the elevator. They rode to the tenth floor. “Take off your jacket, please,” Tan asked, and Marques complied. Tan searched the jacket and only found his metal business card plate bearing the insignia of his fraternity and a couple of Magnums. As Tan patted him down, she felt his well-sculpted chest, nice biceps, toned legs, and a healthy portion of dick.

  “Your girl must be related to Obama,” Marques joked as the elevator doors opened.

  “She is.” Tan smiled. “And I’m her Secret Service.”

  “I can’t wait to get serviced,” he laughed.

  “Patience is everything.”

  “No rush here, babe” he replied.

  Tan and Marques took a few steps before they were in front of the room.

  Marques smiled to himself as she took the card out of her pocket and slid it through the slot, opening the door. Inside, the smell of Bath and Bodyworks permeated the air as To’Wanda was laying on the king-sized bed in a white lace teddy.

  “Why don’t you take your clothes off and take a shower?” Tan suggested.

  “You ladies sure know how to set it off.”

  “Of course we do.” To’Wanda anxiously got up from the bed, walked to Marques, and loosened his tie. Tan undid the buttons on his shirt and threw the shirt behind him. To’Wanda undid the belt, unzipped his slacks, and let them fall to the ground. She reached for his dick, which began to stiffen in his loose fitting boxers. To’Wanda released it from its confines and complimented, “Nice.”

  With a strong jerk, To’Wanda tore off the boxers, leaving Marques standing in his knee-high socks. Tan grabbed his left side, To’Wanda grabbed the right, and they unrolled the socks from his feet. Marques opened the door and was pleased to find plush, crème colored towels. “We bring our own stuff,” Tan pointed out as she and To’Wanda watched the way the man moved into the bathroom with a sophisticated swagger, not embarrassed by his nudity at all. As he stepped into the tub, Tan rushed to take her clothes off while To’Wanda stepped inside with him. Tan watched as To’Wanda and Marques kissed as if she were not in the room. Once Tan was naked, she went to the bed where she placed Marques’ jacket and took out the condoms. She then walked back into the bathroom, placed the condoms on the marble basin, and stepped into the shower.

  Marques was allowing To’Wanda to bathe him with a loofa that she’d lathered with liquid soap. Her right hand had a hold of his rigid penis and was slowly stroking it while she continued to clean his front side. Tan grabbed a bar of soap and a bath towel and started working his back, scrubbing and cleaning every nook and cranny while admiring his well-sculpted back. Marques moaned lightly as Tan reached between his legs to clean his balls and his ass before working her way to his legs and his feet. Marques moaned some more as To’Wanda got on her knees and started servicing him as if she were bobbing for apples. To ‘Wanda reached behind her and turned the water off and when she stood up, Marques was making his way to his knees, licking and caressing her breasts and making a wet trail to her navel , then further south toward her well-trimmed pussy. Once he reached her vagina, he slowly eased a little of his tongue out, teasing and tickling. When he found her clit, he kissed and nibbled on it as it were a nipple. To’Wanda grabbed his head and buried him deeper into her crotch as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. After a few moments of frolicking in the shower, they moved to the bed.

  To’Wanda lay on her back as Marques picked up where he’d left off. While he tongue fucked To’Wanda, Tan lay down beside her and gave her a kiss, then started caressing her breast. Marques stopped pleasing To’Wanda with his tongue and started maneuvering his thick fingers through her soaked slit as he buried his head between Tan’s parted thighs, giving her a sample of what To’Wanda had been getting. Tan relaxed a little as Marques’ tongue dug deeper and ate with a hunger as if her pussy was going to be his last meal. Not to be left out of the triangle, To’Wanda assisted in pleasing Tan by grabbing both of her nipples; alternating between rubbing, squeezing and downright pulling them roughly the way she liked it, causing her to climax. Marques wasted no time lapping up her juices as he pulled Tan’s midsection to his face. “Oh shit! Eat this pussy,” Tan managed to mutter between trembling lips as her thighs quivered. Her second wave of orgasm was washing over her.

  After taking Tan to cloud nine with his expert tongue, Marques went into the bathroom and retrieved the condoms. To’Wanda was on her knees lapping up Tan’s juices when Marques returned to the bed. She was in the perfect position for him to penetrate her in her favorite position. After putting on the condom, Marques moved in behind To’Wanda and placed a hand on both ass cheeks to spread them apart so he could have total access to the pussy. He shimmied his hips in position so his dick was aimed directly at her opening. With one powerful thrust, he was inside her, stretching her walls beyond belief.

  To’Wanda let out a deep sigh as she paused for a moment from eating her lover’s juice box. Once her pussy was relaxed enough to accommodate Marques’s full length and girth she moved in rhythm to his strokes and once again buried her face between Tan’s parted thighs.

  Marques stroked To’Wanda into oblivion as his throbbing dick continuously tapped her g-spot from the back.

  Spent from so many orgams, Tan couldn’t take the stimulation on her clit any longer. She moved away and positioned herself on her back; between To’Wanda’s knees as her face was inches from her pussy. As she lay on her back, she raised her head slightly and licked To’Wanda’s clit from beneath as Marques’s dick brushed her lips and nose with every stroke. To’Wanda was screaming like a lunatic from the dual pleasure.

  Marques pulled out of ToWanda briefly and forced his dick down Tan’s throat at a downward angle. He alternated fucking To’Wanda’s pussy and Tan’s throat until he was about to explode. Tan was enjoying the taste of To’Wanda’s juices on the condom each time he thrust his manhood down her willing throat. When he could no longer stand the ecstasy of it all, marques pulled out of To’wanda’s tight pussy one final time and snatched off the r
ubber. He vigorously stroked himself until he erupted like a volcano, sending spurts of cum onto To’Wanda’s ass and all over Tan’s face which Tan wasted no time in lapping up.

  After the last drop of semen oozed from his softening penis, Marques collapsed onto the bed beside the two women as if he had just been drained of life. The room was silent other than heavy breathing and To’Wanda’s slight whimpers as she was still experiencing slight shock waves from the massive pounding she had just received.

  All three lay on the bed motionless and spent until sleep consumed them. Minutes later, the only sound to be heard in the large suite was that of Marques’s snoring.

  CHAPTER TEN

  God must have had a lot of favor and love for Ms. Evans because ever since she had passed, the City of Charlotte had been experiencing a heavy downpour of rain and chilling cold weather from the moment she took her last breath.

  “You’ve got to eat something,” Justice told Sapphire. The sympathy she had for her friend was beyond measure. She definitely related to what Sapphire was going through because she too had lost her mother to cancer some years ago. Sapphire had been staying with Justice at the Embassy Suites Hotel on S. Tryon Street since her mother’s death. She just couldn’t push herself to go home. Their family house would never be the same without her mother.

  For the past two days, Sapphire had lay across the king-sized bed and refused to move, even for food. Although she knew her mother’s death was imminent, she still didn’t want to believe it had come to past. Reruns of Toni Braxton’s reality show would make her smile weakly and emit a soft chuckle sporadically every time Tamar’s dramatic ass said something stupid but most of the time her tears flowed like Niagara Falls. They say sleep is the cousin of death, so when she was not crying she was sleeping. She figured that a dream would be the closest she’d ever get to her mother again.

  Sapphire stared at Justice with bloodshot eyes as she slowly sat up on the bed. For the past few days, Justice had done everything needed to arrange for Ms. Evan’s funeral. From handling most of the business arrangements for the service, to contacting family and friends on Sapphire’s behalf.