Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES)

by SK

  “Keisha...”Jerra gave her an admonishing look.

  “That was your fault, Keisha! You weren’t satisfied until you got me drunk! And what is a 'Fuck Me and Suck Me', or whatever the hell that drink is called, anyway?!”

  “It was a 'Knock Me Down and Fuck Me'. Supposedly one of the most requested drinks in the club - but I don’t think the name is meant to be taken literally.” Suddenly too tickled to stand up, Keisha fell on the bed beside Aleesha. Although she tried to keep a straight and sympathetic face for her girl, Jerra couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled out of her as she joined Keisha in a fit of hysterical laughter.

  “Well, I’m glad you two think it’s funny because I certainly don’t. I didn’t come up here to cheat on Amir! You’re supposed to be my girls… you’re supposed to have my back.”

  “Yeah, the way you were ‘backin’’ up on ole boy?” Keisha’s comment made Jerra laugh until tears literally streamed down her face.

  “Ohhhh!" Leesha screamed in frustration. “Fuck you bitches! I’m going to take a shower.” Leaving their amused laughter behind, she stomped out of the room to the bathroom and slammed the door shut .

  After she’d showered and dried off, Aleesha put her clothes on and padded barefoot to the kitchen. Ignoring both Keisha and Jerra who were sitting at the table, she opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Finally, she turned in their direction and sent them a defiant glare. Keisha hissed out a dramatic sigh.

  “Okay, okay Leesh, enough with the theatrics. We’re sorry we teased you but it’s not like you actually screwed the man. Lighten up, chick. We’re in Vegas. Sin City. Hell if you can’t raise sin here of all places, then where ?”

  Shooting Keisha a silencing look, Jerra came up to Aleesha and gave her a hug. “Sweetie, what she meant is it’s not a big deal. No one knows you here and Keisha and I were the only ones who saw you, so forget about it. Let’s move on and enjoy the rest of our stay.”

  Debating Jerra’s words, a small smile made its way across Aleesha’s mouth. “You’re right. I mean, I’m never going to see him again...thank God,” she muttered under her breath. Aleesha shuddered at the prospect of running into Marcus after last night's embarrassing fiasco.

  “Right.”

  “Well I’ll tell you this," Keisha said while walking out the room. “What happened in the club is gonna pale in comparison to the bachelorette party we’ve planned. It’ll be a free for all once those fine ass strippers get here tonight.”

  ****

  Aleesha and her friends spent the first part of the day shopping, sightseeing, and taking enough pictures to fill ten scrapbooks. Aleesha picked up loads of lingerie, imagining modeling them all for Amir, and had to literally force herself to stop buying clothes. The stores and boutiques were addicting and they could’ve happily shopped for days.

  Finally, the women decided to give their wallets a rest. They’d booked a spa appointment at the hotel and right at this moment that was exactly what they needed to refresh and prepare themselves for tonight’s festivities.

  After taking their bags to their suites, they agreed to meet at an appointed time in the hotel’s luxury spa. Aleesha took a quick shower and changed into a long sundress. After slipping on a pair of sandals, she waited for everyone else to get ready. Stepping out onto the balcony, she reflected on their day and how great it was to have friends who would do something like this for her.

  Aleesha looked down at the large, princess cut diamond ring Amir had given her when he proposed. She closed her eyes and smiled as she thought of him, once again telling herself how lucky she was.

  “There you are girl. You ready to go?” Jerra came out and joined her on the balcony.

  “Most definitely after the day we had today. Then it’ll be time to usher the single life out with one hell of a bachelorette party, right?”

  ****

  The ladies were greeted at the door of the spa and led to a room to change. Moments later, they were seated on plush sofas and wearing thick, luxurious robes while sipping mojitos.

  After receiving invigorating treatments which included massages and mani/pedi’s, the ladies went back to their rooms to get ready for the party scheduled to kick off in a couple of hours.

  Jerra and Keisha, as maids of honor, had planned the event meticulously from start to whatever time they finished. In their absence, the suite had been decorated by the company they’d hired with streamers and balloons covered with naughty pictures. The bar was prepped and restocked, and as Keisha had so gleefully said, the bartender was chosen for his looks as well as his bartending experience. The girls were guaranteed to be able to see eye candy no matter where they looked tonight.

  The refrigerator had been filled with sandwiches, more fruits and veggies, and party hors d'oeuvres while the island in the kitchen was scattered with finger foods, cakes, and sweets. Jerra and Keisha were more than satisfied with the way everything turned out.

  With her skin already soft and supple from the spa treatment, Aleesha decided to start getting dressed while her girls attended to last minutes details. She slipped on the shortest of black satin shorts along with a sheer white top cut low in the front. She wore a black, lace bra which peeked seductively from beneath the blouse.

  After putting on her jewelry and finishing her hair and makeup, Aleesha slipped on her heels. She looked in the mirror before walking out, running a hand over her short haircut. Squinting, she still didn’t see why everyone thought she favored the actress, Nia Long, but she got that all the time from people. Shrugging, she walked out to join her friends, complimenting them on how great everything looked.

  As they went to the bedroom to finish getting dressed, Aleesha heard her cell phone beep alerting her to the fact she’d received a text. Looking at the screen, she saw the message was from Amir:

  ‘Hi baby girl. Just wanted u 2 know that I luv u with all my heart, and hope u r having a gr8 time. Cant wait until I c u 2morrow. I miss you. Mir.’

  Smiling into the phone as if Amir could see her, Aleesha was suddenly ready to get home to her man. He was such a sweetheart and she knew he’d make a wonderful husband. Her smile faltered for a moment when she thought about Marcus, but she determinedly pushed the image to the back of her mind. Last night had been a mistake; it most definitely would never happen again.

  Hearing knocks at the front door Aleesha squared her shoulders and went to open it. The three gorgeous men identified themselves as the bartender, the chef, and the DJ.

  Wow! They grow brothas fine in Nevada, Aleesha thought. Apparently, the uniform requirement for the night consisted of bare chests and tight black pants. Eye candy indeed ! If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve sworn they were the strippers. As they entered the suite, Keisha came out to show them to their stations.

  Pretty soon, the other ladies arrived and the party was in full swing. The music blared from the speakers and the food and alcohol was in abundance. Before Aleesha began opening her gifts, the bartender, who was introduced to them as Rob, served the first round of his specialty drinks called a 'Screaming Orgasm' which consisted of vodka, Kailua, and Bailey’s Irish Cream. The women were definitely eager to taste it after hearing the name and gave their approval to Rob by smacking him on his tight ass and asking for more. Rob only grinned. His tip jar on the bar was already full, and he knew without a doubt he would be getting some pussy from somebody here tonight.

  The women squealed as Aleesha unveiled her presents which included naughty panties, camis, and lingerie. Victoria Secrets and Frederick’s must have made a killing from the amount of items piled around Aleesha.

  The ladies screamed at the next gift she unwrapped. They gave each other high fives when Aleesha held up a rabbit vibrator. Feeling damned good from the couple of drinks she’d had, she could barely speak from laughing so hard.

  “Now look, if I’m going to need one of these as a newlywed, Amir and I have a problem! That man can definitely handle his business when it comes t
o sex, so I think I’m good in that department.”

  “Well hell, I’ll take it then!” Keisha screamed, causing everyone to fall out all over again.

  Minutes before it was time for the main event, fine ass Rob came and passed out another round, this one called the Creamy French Fuck which contained seven different alcohols. It was on now. The women were feeling righteous and ready. They had brought stacks of bills, were horny as hell, and ready to be entertained by some certified stallions.

  On cue, a knock at the door had them quickly on the edge of their seats. Jerra stood in the middle of the room as Keisha went to the door.

  “Ok, ladies. Are you ready for the main event?”

  “Yeahhhhh!!!” They all screamed and clapped.

  “Alright...!Keisha - let the show begin.”

  Keisha dramatically swung the door open, and what they saw left them breathless with anticipation. In walked four of the finest men they’d ever seen sporting tight, muscled bodies. There was a flavor for everyone’s taste: thuggish, pretty boy, and just downright nasty. Licking their tongues out at the women and blowing kisses, the men followed Jerra into one of the bedrooms to prepare for their show.

  When the final stripper walked in, Keisha’s mouth fell open. She frantically tried to catch Aleesha’s eye to warn her, but Aleesha was too busy grinning at the parade of men passing by her. Then she saw the last one and almost dropped her glass.

  It can’t be, her mind screamed.

  But it was. Pulling up the rear was none other than Marcus Bennett. When he turned his head and spotted her, Leesh was unable to move a muscle. Pausing, he slowly looked her body up and down before meeting her eyes. Aleesha felt faint when the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk of anticipation.

  Chapter 5

  Aleesha closed her eyes and sent up a silent prayer: Please God. This has to be a dream. If you make him go away, I promise I will never let anything like last night happen again...

  Holding her breath, she squinted. Marcus was still standing there staring at her. He gave her one final look and a wink before he turned to the go to the bedroom to change. Aleesha began to hyperventilate. She was vaguely aware of Keisha rushing up to her.

  “Honey, are you okay?”

  "Keisha..." Leesh barely remembered how to breathe as a look of outright horror came over her face.

  "Leesh, I'm sorry, I had no idea..."

  By now, Jerra had come rushing back in the room. She’d also recognized the last stripper and was trying to get to Aleesha as quickly as she could.

  "Leesh…” She grabbed Aleesha’s hand.

  Noticing the looks of deep concern on her two friend’s faces, Aleesha finally whispered in a hushed tone. "Why didn’t you tell me he was one of the strippers?! You said you personally chose them from pictures and videos, so you had to have known who he was when you saw me with him last night...."

  "No, sweetie. He wasn't one of the original guys we hired. You know we’d never do anything like this to you." Jerra stood practically wringing her hands.

  "He must be a substitute or something," Keisha said. "Do you want me to tell him to leave?" Under her breath she muttered, "He is hawt, though."

  Glaring at her, Jerra pulled Leesha to the kitchen. "Leesh, it's not a problem at all to ask him to leave if you're uncomfortable. Technically, they're breaking the contract anyway. We specifically chose four particular men....."

  Aleesha interrupted Jerra before she completely went into lawyer mode, breach of contracts, and such. "No. No, Jerra. I don't want to make a scene. It's...it’s okay. I mean we'll be gone tomorrow anyway. Let's just continue to have a good time. I'm not going to let him put a damper on my party." Aleesha tried to muster a convincing smile. Jerra and Keisha had worked hard to make everything perfect and she didn’t want to ruin the evening.

  "Well, okay, if you're sure...?"

  "I'm sure. Come on, let's get this show on the road," she said, grabbing Jerra's hand and heading back to the party. With every step, she tried to convince herself that she believed the words she’d just told Jerra, but somehow – she knew she didn’t.

  In the bedroom where the men were changing, Marcus stood to the side looking out the window. Aleesha looked as shocked as he’d felt when he walked into the hotel suite and saw her standing there.

  Wasn’t it just his luck that she was the damned bride to be!

  "Yo, Marcus, you'd better get changed, man." His buddy Darrell had been the one who witnessed the scene between Marcus and Aleesha. He and Marcus had known each other since they were ten years old and couldn’t have been closer if they shared the same DNA.

  "D, did you notice the girl in there from last night?"

  Darrell frowned, trying to remember who Marcus was talking about. Women came and went in his life as often as he changed his underwear, and sometimes that was two, three times a day. With his pretty boy looks, there was never a short supply of them waiting in line to take the place of the last one. "Uh, nah, can’t say that I did..."

  "You remember, man. The one I was dancing with last night, then she ran out on me..."

  "Ohhhh yeah, that honey! What, she in there? Man, get the fuck outta here. Yeah, lil’ mama had you messed up for a minute, didn't she?” Darrell said, laughing at his friend.

  "Man, nah, it’s not like that. Just...never mind. Forget it." Marcus wasn’t ready to go into details of how he knew Aleesha.

  Darrell eyed Marcus closely. "You really feelin’ her, huh? Looks like fate stepped in and just gave you another opportunity. I mean, you weren't even supposed to be dancing here tonight. And by the way, I appreciate you filling in for Leo. He’s feeling better, but still a little weak from the flu."

  "No problem. I guess I remember how to shake my ‘thang’ and make the women cream..." Marcus laughed as he began to put on his outfit.

  "I’ont know man, what with you having that fancy title of ‘Dr. Bennett’ now. At least you haven't let yourself get all soft and shit."

  "Nah, never that my brotha. Gotta keep the body up, regardless of what I do. And you know the only reason I agreed to fill in is because you said these ladies were from out of town. I can't risk running into one of my patients while parading around in a G-string,” Marcus laughed. “They might expect a little bit more than an exam the next time I see them."

  As the first of the strippers got ready to walk out, Marcus said in a tone loud enough to be heard by everyone. He’d heard them calling dibs on the women and wanted to make one thing perfectly clear. "The bride to be, shorty with the black shorts and white shirt...she's mine."

  ****

  Back in the room, the women were readying for the show with a heightened sense of anticipation. The DJ suddenly switched the music to something tempting and sexy. Jerra stood up.

  "Alright, ladies. Up first is a brotha who goes by the name of Chocolate Fantasy...just looking at him is self-explanatory. He puts in work to make sure that all of your fantasies and desires are taken care of - and then some. Give it up for Chocolate Fantasyyyyyy......"

  The ladies cheered and clapped while holding their money in tightly clenched fists. As Chocolate Fantasy stepped into the room, they went crazy. He hadn’t even taken off a stitch of clothing and was already living up to his name.

  His pretty dark chocolate skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom. He wore a pair of white pants, a white silk t-shirt, and a white wide brimmed hat. His hips started gyrating to the music, hitting each beat precisely and sensuously. The way he worked his pelvis told the women the brotha knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing them. He was one of those men who didn’t just make love - he fucked.

  Taking his hat off and throwing it to the crowd of screaming women, he revealed a snow white ‘doo-rag’ that only exemplified his bad boy vibe. He slowly ripped the thin, silk shirt from top to bottom before dropping it to the floor to reveal a chest and abs that were to die for. Pecs stood high and firm to the touch and his six pac popped out in defined bumps of muscle that begged a wom
an to run her tongue over every dip and crevice. Walking up to the ladies, he put his already hard dick up close and personal in their face. Taking his time, he removed his belt.

  Eager to see his python, they threw bills in his direction to entice him to hurry. Giving them a sexy smile, he continued his slow strip tease. He knew what women liked and it definitely was not to be rushed.

  Finally, he snapped the pants off and threw them to the side. Wearing only a pair of white boots and a smile, he stood up to his full 6'3" height. When the ladies saw how long and thick his dick was, they couldn't resist trying to reach out and touch it.

  Chocolate began going down the line and simulating sex moves. Bestowing special, individualized attention, he did everything from dropping to his knees and burrowing his face between their legs to bending them over and dry fucking them from behind through their clothes.

  By the time his show ended, all of the money thrown at him could not fit in the hat he tried to stuff it in. Keisha went to the kitchen and got a bag to help him gather his loot. Showing his appreciation, he tongued her down with a deep and thorough kiss, causing the women to go wild again.

  Fanning themselves and squirming in their seats, they anxiously waited for the next performer. By now, Aleesha had loosened up and was enjoying the show along with everyone else, although she shook her head at some of the girls. Yeah, Chocolate Fantasy had done the damn thing, but he was just that - a fantasy. He knew exactly how to work his crowd and he did it flawlessly.

  The next stripper to be announced was Pussy Pleaser. The women 'oooed and ahhhed' over the name before he even came out. When he did, their imaginations went wild at the sight of the 6' walking wet dream who strolled in.

  Wearing only a black vest, black leather baseball cap, and a pair of black jeans that snapped closed along the side, Pussy Pleaser slowly made his way towards the women. Making a ‘V’ with two fingers, he placed them over his mouth and wiggled his tongue between the opening in a move which told the ladies he loved to lick and eat pussy. Needing no further explanation, the females in the room went bananas. Taking off the vest, he revealed his caramel muscled chest which attested to the time he spent in the gym.