Sleep No More (Sleeping In Heaven, Waking In Hell Book 2)

by Forever Redd

  The lights began flashing and a police siren started ringing throughout the club. The DJ announced, “Now for the moment you have been waiting for, Candy Land brings to you, Pleasureeeee.”

  The lights went down, the smoke machine started, and the club fell silent. The music came to life, then the smoke cleared and there stood Toya, better known as Pleasure. She was dressed in an all-white, transparent nightie, trimmed in faux fur around the breast area, and the hem. Two furry angel wings sprouted from her back, and perched on top of her head, a halo. Pleasure sauntered to the front of the stage and slowly dropped into a split. Not side to side, but front to back. While in the position, she removed the nightie and the halo, then shook her long mane free. Her body glistened under the glow of the white lights, as she eased up on all fours, turning her toned backside to the crowd.

  First, her right ass cheek bounced to the bass line of Keith Sweats’ song, Nobody, and then the left joined in on the action. Pleasure began winding her hips in a circular motion and she removed the bra top that held her perky titties in place. Leaving nothing but a pair of diamond encrusted pasties to cover her chocolate colored nipples. Pleasure circled the pole in a seductive stroll, giving us a preview of the shiny stones that lingered on her hips, but disappeared between her ass cheeks. She grabbed the pole, leapt in the air, and her lengthy legs wrapped around her steel lover. Up and down, sound and vigilant. She made love to the pole as though she was the only person in the room. Damn, she beautiful, I thought, as she made her way to the floor, lay on her back, and began moving her body like an inchworm.

  The crowd was going wild! Money was flying through the air and coming from all directions. Toya placed her arms above her head, palms on the floor and raised her midsection in a back bend. She lifted one leg in the air, then the other and showed off the treasure buried between her thighs. My face was so close to her pussy, I swear I saw it pulsate and just like that, the lights went off.

  “What good is Pleasure without a little bit of Pain,” the DJ announced and the lights came back on.

  There stood Tavia, better known as Pain. She was dressed in an all-black, latex cat suit which appeared to be painted on, but the breast cut outs proved otherwise. Kelly Rowland’s Motivation blared through the speakers and that was Pain’s cue to drop to her knees and slowly crawl over to Pleasure. She had a small whip clenched between her teeth and once she reached Pleasure, she removed the whip and gave her a few naughty slaps on her exposed ass. Pleasure had taken the position of face down and Pain licked each slap that had been delivered to her round rump. They stood in unison. Pleasure unzipped Pain’s one piece getup and it fell to the floor. Pain stood there in a black leather G string. Several tiny spikes had taken up residence in the front where her pussy resided for the moment and she wore a black eye mask. She turned to Pleasure and ripped the pasties from her breasts with her teeth, then grabbed one of Pleasure’s titties and brought it to her lips for a brief taste test. Pleasure threw her head back in ecstasy as pain teased her for the crowd. Her hips were rolling and her abs were steady flexing…all six of them.

  Pain continued her fluid like motions and snaked her body down the length of Pleasure’s and touched or tasted all of her visible skin in the process. With the grace and poise of a ballerina, Pain hoisted her thigh high boot in the air directly above her head, while Pleasure slid effortlessly to the floor. Pain did a handstand and descended downward, directly on top of Pleasure, leaving the two in the sixty nine position just as the song ended. Darkness.

  When the lights came back on, they were gone and I was speechless. I had never bore witness to something so erotic, so sensual, so beautiful. That wasn’t just two women dancing, it was emotional. There was no way those two were just friends and the connection was uncanny. Elegant, romantic, and extremely tasteful, art in a physical form, love in an active state, it was indescribable. I brought my hand to my head to wipe the accumulated sweat from my brow and it was then I realized, I still had the money in my hand and my panties were soaking wet.

  The club was blazing hot and all the added bodies didn’t help the matter. While waiting, I thought of my current situation and Toya and Tavia. I wanted what they had. To the average onlooker, they may see a routine, but I could see so much more. They had a connection, they were on a plane they kept all to themselves.

  Toya, Tavia, and I left the club as soon as they were dressed and dropped in an all-night McDonalds for a quick bite to eat. We rode from the club in Tavia’s Denali. She insisted on driving, so I parked my truck at the Embassy Suites. We were all riding dirty, so we rolled up right there in the parking lot and passed the blunts around. We laughed and talked about everything from people we knew to who did what and with whom. I tried to refrain from talking about my “ain’t shit marriage” to my “ain’t shit nigga,” but of course during the course of the conversation, who I married popped up. I told them Jody White.

  “He not from round here, y’all don’t know him.”

  Tavia choked on what I thought was the weed she had just inhaled, but she was choking on my words.

  “Tavia, don’t start,” Toya attempted to defuse the situation. “Just leave that shit alone.”

  “Naw, I ain’t leavin’ shit alone and you wrong for even tellin’ me to do that. She supposed to be our girl, and you tellin’ me to leave it alone, fuck dat. Vic, more people know Jody than you think. He supply Travis weed, that dude that live on the Riva and he fuck wit a chick named Nikki that work at the Shell by yo daddy house.”

  I was sick. I was nauseous, shocked, and hurt. But I had gotten used to downplaying my emotions. Why would I give these hoes the satisfaction of seeing me crumble? I continued my façade of happy, but deep down inside, I was ready to die.

  “Girl, I know Jody ain’t shit. He ain’t gon’ eva be shit, but I stick around for the sake of my babies. He can do him. Hell, I’m doing me. I just sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor. Matter of fact, we not even in a marriage, it’s nothing more than a contractual agreement for tax purposes, now puff puff pass, Bitch.”

  There I was lying yet again about some trifling shit he had done. I understand he wanted to hoe around, but the one thing he could have done was had enough respect to not make me look like the fool I was being. Jody needed his ass beat. I took the deepest pull off the blunt that my lungs would allow and the burning in my throat caused my eyes to water, but deep down inside I knew the weed wasn’t responsible for my tears.

  I still hung out with the girls to finish the night off as planned. We hit a bar downtown in the Vista that had all the frozen drinks a girl could handle. I had several of their specialty drink, Call a Cab, and that was the most fitting name for the frosty treat. I got sloppy drunk and I think the girls were enjoying themselves. They appeared to be local celebrities. They were taking pictures and giving out hugs, last I remembered.

  I staggered into my house at who knew the hour and climbed in bed to attempt to sleep. Unfortunately, I was dizzy and couldn’t get my bearings. My drunken moment was short lived, as I jumped up and ran to pay homage to the porcelain God. After everything I could have possibly consumed came back up, I lay down on the floor and allowed the tile to cool my clammy body.

  “Fuck that pussy ass nigga,” I said to no one in particular, but I could have sworn I heard someone call my name.

  The door creaked open and I heard, “Come on, Ma, you can’t sleep down there.”

  Two big strong arms cradled me like a newborn baby and lifted me from the floor. When I was placed on my bed, I stared at the physique of my savior. The room was dark, with a faint light that peeked inside from high in the sky. I knew that body. I knew those arms. I knew that voice. But I didn’t know that dick.

  “Make love to me,” I whispered.

  Was I wrong for offering Teez, Jody’s right hand man, the business? Absolutely. But that night, I didn’t feel like being right. Jody and I hadn’t been together long enough for his random bullshit. I hadn’t even had the opportunity to s
noop, or nag. The only thing that made sense, was that his randomness, wasn’t so random. That must have been his way all along and he never had the intentions of being faithful. Sure, I could have given him an ultimatum, but forcing someone to love me wasn’t something I wanted to do. I was a firm believer that everything happened for a reason, and Teez being there only proved that. Why was he there anyway? Was Jody trying me to see if I would have taken the bait? Did he even have the right to question my love, and commitment? Of course not. My mindset had formulated two words…Fuck Jody.

  “Aaaww man, Vic, please don’t do this. Don’t make me choose between your pussy and my boy,” Teez whined.

  “Don’t make you choose? Uuumm, you do realize, if you have to ask, loyalty was never a choice. But you right, I won’t make you do anything you don’t wanna do.” I removed my top. “I mean, it’s not like Jody would ever find out,” pants off. “Explain to me, why are you here,” bra opened. I could tell by the rise and fall of his Adam’s apple, Teez was contemplating the offer before him.

  “I, uuhhh, I was at the strip club and yo girls nem know me. They said y’all was ridin’ to the Vista, so me and the fellas rolled through. You wasn’t in no condition to drive, so I said I would take you back to the crib.” Teez gave his calculation of what had transpired during the course of the evening.

  “Oh, okay, and you stuck around for what? You knew I was home safe. You knew I had gotten in the bed. You could have left.” I got up from the bed to pull back the covers and give him a glimpse of my juicy, brown mound. “You know what it’s like to have a secret, Teez? Have you ever done something so dark you would have to take it to the grave?” My knees fell open and my hand made its way to Ms. Kitty. I was enjoying the moment even though I was trying to convince Teez that fucking me was okay. I think I was subconsciously trying to convince myself that this was the right thing to do, or wasn’t it?

  You could tell by the look on Teez’s face, he didn’t know what to do. He looked so lost.

  “You wanna taste me, Teez,” I asked, removing my hand from the mouth of Ms. Kitty, tasting the liquid that had seeped from her lips and onto my fingertips. “So sweet,” I whispered, wrapping my tongue around each one of my sticky digits and never breaking eye contact. Teez was in the zone and this young buck was hungry. I had always been told, when a man is hungry, it’s your duty as woman to serve him a plate. “Fuck me, Teez.”

  He kicked his Jordan’s into the corner, snatched off his Levi jeans and Jordan Retro Jersey, and left them in a small heap on the floor. No sooner than he was in his birthday suit, he dove face first in the pussy. Typical man, he allowed his hunger for a pussy to override his loyalty to a dick. Niggas ain’t shit, and bitches ain’t no better.

  Teez’s tongue slowly rubbed Ms. Kitty and two fingers twisted in and out of her moisture. He removed those fingers and spread her open. He would blow gently on my clit, then lick it real slow. His tongue was just like I liked it, warm, wet, and fat, just like my pussy. A match made in Heaven. Every time his tongue lingered on my clit, my body would tense. He would switch up, change the pace, anything to keep me from coming.

  “What are you doing?” I questioned. “I’m like right there.”

  “I know what I’m doing. You cum when I want you to, not when you feel like it,” he stated. “Besides, I want you to cum on my dick.”

  That was the last thing he said before putting his face back in between my legs. Only a few minutes had passed before Teez slowly entered my body. Damn, Teez had a big dick. I was ready to see if he knew what to do with all that meat. Teez was slowly creeping in the pussy and I couldn’t have been more grateful. Just the entry alone was a difficult task.

  “Can you handle it, Vic? Can you handle me?” He gave me a subtle lick on my earlobe while waiting for my response.

  “I give it how I get it. Can you handle it Teez? Can you handle me?” I whispered back and clinched my inner muscles to validate my response. That dude was actually on his shit. He beat the pussy up. He was in no way a small dude, from the size of his snap back to the size thirteen Jordans that were once on his feet. He was large everywhere, and the dick was huge. It wasn’t too hard to adjust to his size, my pussy was soaked and he was able to slide through on every stroke.

  The thought of this being out of bounds crossed my mind a time or two, but I was just so tired of Jody and his shit. I didn’t go through his phone. I didn’t search through shit in his car. I simply held his disrespectful ass down. I was so tired of him, I didn’t even want him to find out. I wanted to prance around in his face and hide this secret. I wanted to look him in his eyes and pretend. I wanted to know what it felt like to just not be shit. It had to have been a good feeling because Jody did it every day, and he was usually pretty happy. I was once a firm believer in not being able to give the world shit, and expect sugar in return. But since the tables had turned, I started to realize, you can’t expect sugar, but you could always expect shit.

  As I laid there losing myself, I handed my body over to Teez. I gave him what I stood before God and vowed would only belong to Jody. I didn’t just offer, I threw it at him and made him catch it. That was no mistake, I knowingly fucked my husband’s friend. That’s so low down and dirty, but the pain in my heart afforded me the ability of seeing it differently. I saw this as a Grand Reopening to the older me. Of course, I wasn’t going to just go around bedding any and every dick that swayed my way. I was reopening myself to the harsh realities of the world. Happily ever after may well exist at the end of fairy tales, but it definitely didn’t exist in my tale.

  I’m certain Teez could see that I wasn’t all there, but with all the thoughts that ran through my head at such a rapid pace, I needed more than a fuck. I needed a slow mind screw. One that would have me so ass backwards, I wouldn’t even remember Jody. I needed to slow down my thought process. I needed something to start to loosen Jody’s grip. Teez pulled out and lifted my legs high in the air and spread them apart, making the perfect “V.” He put his hands on my inner thighs and began feasting on my goodness. I lifted my hips from the bed and threw it in his face. I wanted to cum and what better place than his mouth. I needed that more than air in my lungs.

  With my head planted on the mattress and the sheets coming off the bed, I felt the sensation. I was about to come. Teez allowed me that moment for all of about five seconds, before driving all that dick back inside me. It was painful because of the girth and that pain caused me to cry out in pleasure. I came in many tiny spasms that wet all of his stomach and dripped in my ass.

  “Yeeeessssss!” I screamed.

  The sun was making its presence known throughout the sky, and I was tired. My late evening, early morning drunk was gone and I was ready for Teez to bounce right along with it. He had accomplished the mission of getting me home safe and the pussy just so happened to be a perk. Therefore, his presence was no longer needed.

  “Let me turn over,” I demanded, and Teez raised up so I could take my favorite position. Previous experience had taught me that not many could resist the softness of my cheeks, paired with my ass clapping on the dick. He guided his dick into my opening and found his rhythm. My middle finger was on my clit and my ass was in the air. We fucked right there like the true dogs we were.

  Teez began grunting and panting. “I…I…I’m ‘bout to cum,” he yelled. He collapsed on my back, just as I extended my legs and laid flat on my stomach.

  We laid there for a few moments before he fell over to the opposite side of the bed, and shortly following was a light snore. Oh no, he is not staying the night, no breakfast for him.

  “Teez, wake up,” I said. “Now, you know you cannot stay here, you welcome to shower, but you have to go home.” Teez looked at me like I was crazy, but I gave him the same look, no point in making things more than what they were.

  He got up, dressed, and I walked him out. I made a mad dash to my bedroom, stripped the sheets, and hopped in the shower. I washed Teez from my outside, but my insides would
forever be tainted with the presence of my husband’s friend. I was spent after my shower and didn’t have the energy to even put sheets on the bed. I grabbed the comforter from the floor and slept on the mattress. I had to sleep, I needed it. That was where I found my happy place, in my dreams.

  11

  Jody

  My first night out and sleep was the farthest thing from my mind. I was entertaining the company of my flavor of the week, in a Super8 hotel. I stumbled upon this little place on the outskirts of Georgetown. It provided the perfect seclusion for those setting out to do dirt. The hotel sat back in a wooded area and if you ain’t know it was there, you would miss it. I was a truck driver, so I knew of all the little hot spots and this one was perfect for the occasion.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  She nodded and smiled at the relaxation mechanisms being bestowed upon her chubby little feet. I kneaded from her toes to her legs, her hips to waist, and so on. I stared at her and admired her beauty. She had an innocence about her that screamed hold me, love me. I did give a thought to my marriage, but it was just that, a thought. This young lady needed me and he needed to be needed. At that moment, I realized, I need her too.

  I gently squeezed and toyed with her brown nipples, when I noticed her flinch a little bit. I lowered my mouth to her breast. I tried to kiss away any pain that I may have inflicted. I flicked my tongue ever so gently around her areola and eased each nipple into my mouth. A small shiver ran through her body, just as her juices ran down her thigh. I touched her womanhood and noticed how wet she had become. The pussy was leaking and I was going to give it exactly what it needed.