by Mylo Carbia
“Fine. But tonight has to be the last night. This baby is coming any minute.”
“I just need to meet with one last key witness, and then I’ll be home.”
Michelle remained suspicious. “All right, Wes. Just keep your cell phone with you in case this baby makes a surprise visit.”
Wesley pulled into their driveway. “I’ll have it by my side all night.”
“Promise me.”
Wesley leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I promise you.”
Michelle opened the door and struggled to exit the large vehicle.
Wesley jumped out of the driver’s seat to assist her. “Don’t forget to turn on the security alarm. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” He kissed her once again, this time on the lips.
Michelle remained silent as she left and waddled up the driveway to the house. Once she made it to the front door, Wesley re-entered the running vehicle, backed the car in reverse and squealed the tires on his way downtown.
CHAPTER 23
The Reunion
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
9:59 P.M.
Wesley walked down a long, dark staircase leading to a plain black door at the end of the landing. On the door hung a tiny hand-painted sign that read Le Masquerade. Wesley knocked on the door loudly, but no one answered it. He then turned the knob, noticing it was open, and entered a small room that looked like the reception area for Satan’s dentist.
There standing at the tiny reception desk was a young, three-hundred-pound woman with bright green hair. She looked like a harpooned killer whale wearing a black and white spandex dress with barbs hanging through her eyebrows, nose, lips, chin and (presumably) her tongue. She studied Wesley closely, admiring his clean-cut good looks and athletic physique, licking her lips as if she would be eating a piece of his flesh for dinner. And given the bizarre nature of this place, the possibility was not entirely out of the question.
“First time here?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you a member?”
“No.”
“Would you like to buy a membership?”
“No, I’m just here to meet someone.”
“Well, you need to buy a membership to enter.”
Wesley was annoyed. “Okay. How much is it?”
“Let’s see, you’re a single guy, right? Couples are cheaper. Lesbians are free.”
Wesley was starting to lose his patience. “Yes, I am a single man.”
“Then it’s one-fifty for a twenty-four pass. Six hundred for the entire year.”
“A hundred and fifty dollar cover fee?”
The green-haired goddess smiled. “Towels are near the locker room to the right. In case you want to fuck in the group hot tub.”
Wesley was not impressed with Orca’s answer. He pulled out his wallet, counted out one hundred and fifty dollars in cash, and then placed the money in front of her.
The green-haired goddess was impressed. “VIP rooms are extra, of course. Those run three hundred an hour plus tips.”
“I won’t be needing that.”
“Are you sure? We’ve got the best girls in the South,” she said in an infomercial voice. “Plus, tonight is our monthly two-for-one night in case you change your mind.”
“No, thanks. I’m good.” Truth was, Wesley was not good. He hadn’t had sex in nearly three months and was about to burst like a snake out of his skin. The last thing he needed was to be in a strip club.
“Cool. You can go in now.”
“Thanks.” Wesley noticed a rainbow beaded curtain that looked like the entrance to a seventies nightclub. Just as he walked through it, a security alarm beeped softly.
“Whoops, sorry. No cameras, cell phones or any other electronics are allowed inside.”
“But I need my phone. My wife is about to give birth.”
The green-haired goddess gave him a look. “Then why are you here, single dude?”
Wesley begrudgingly took his cell phone out of his front pocket and handed it to her.
The green goddess smiled. “Thanks. Have fun.”
As Wesley walked inside, the bass from the pounding house music entered his chest, rearranging the pattern of his heartbeat. To his surprise, the main nightclub was much larger than he’d expected, with an apocalyptic Mad Max décor, high-tech lights, monolithic speakers, and small pub tables filled with cozy but ripped to shreds, high-back velvet chairs. As expected, he saw two strippers dancing on stage: identical twin redheaded sisters that were nude but covered with black fishnet body stockings. One was kissing and fondling the other, grinding her small pale fingers into the vaginal opening of her sister’s body stocking as they danced to the music. The scene was sick, sexy and hot, making Wesley turn away to avoid making his personal matters any worse.
Instead, he examined the crowd surrounding him—gay, straight, black, white, yellow, brown—a rare sight indeed, especially in the South. Some of the club patrons were dressed in street clothes, others in thousand-dollar suits, and many more in leather and bondage gear. As soon as Wesley finished processing his surroundings, he realized that this was not a traditional gentlemen’s club. No, sir, not at all. This place was something different. And whatever it was, he did not care to find out. For all he wanted was to find Ava and get the fuck out of there as soon as possible.
Wesley finally sat at a small empty table in the center of the room. And, as if the spirits were guiding him, it was the exact same table where his best friend, Sebastian O’Connor, sat moments before his death seven days ago.
Julie, the dirty, slow motion smack-head waitress from last week, arrived at Wesley’s table wearing a see-thru black lace dress. But this time, she looked clean and smashing—like a gothic hooker back from the dead—with a new, short black bobbed hairstyle, a full face of make-up and a fresh set of needle tracks hidden by the tattooed sleeve on her arm.
“What would you like to drink?” she asked.
Wesley looked at her mid-section, noticing that her tattooed pussy and bare ass were on display for everyone in the room. “Do you have any Scotch?”
“Sure, we have, like, Jimmie Daniel, Jack Walker, Jim Beam, Wild Turkey and Southern Comfort…I think, like, that’s it.”
Wesley knew this girl was clueless. “I will have a Jack Daniel on the rocks. Make it a double.” He spoke very slowly to her over the loud music.
“Okay.” Julie left with her tray and wandered towards the back of the nightclub. While on her way, she stopped in the middle of the room, spoke to something invisible, then continued walking towards the main bar.
Wesley was uneasy and nervous waiting for his drink to arrive. He looked around the room, wondering if he could even remember what Ava looked like. He glanced at his Rolex: it was twelve minutes after ten. Where the hell is she?
***
Wesley looked at his Rolex one last time: it was now ten forty-five. With three double whiskeys in his system, he was drunk, angry and ready to leave. He rose from his seat, threw a hundred dollar bill on the table and prepared to leave the club.
Just then, a tall, glamorous woman dressed in a black, full-bodied catsuit sat down, slapping a pack of Marlborough Reds and a lighter on the table.
Wesley continued looking for the exit door, ignoring the sex worker before him. “I’m not buying anything tonight. Sorry.”
“Not even a hello, Wesley? It’s been such a long time.”
He recognized the voice. But there was no way in hell he could recognize that face. “Ava?”
Her long, sleek, platinum blonde hair was now parted in the middle, gently gracing her perfectly sculpted, eighteenth-century porcelain face. Her large woodsy-green eyes were now adorned with false eyelashes, reminiscent of a lioness hunting in the grass. Her body was perfect, long and lean as before, but now athletically toned and more resilient than ever. She was gorgeous. She was elegant. And she was the sexiest woman Wesley had ever seen.
“You look surprised to see me,” she said.
“I just…I don’t know. I didn’t know what to expect.”
Ava lit a cigarette as Wesley drooled. She took a long, sexy drag and blew it out.
“They patched me up rather well, wouldn’t you say?”
Her comment reminded Wesley that this was not a friendly visit. “We’re done. You realize that, don’t you? There’s no more money. Not from me. Not from anyone in my family.”
“Now what makes you think I want more money?”
Wesley was at a loss for words. “Then why the fuck did you visit my wife today?”
“I just wanted to say hello.”
“Bullshit!”
A huge, Latino bouncer came to the table from nearby. “Is there a problem?”
“Oh, no, we’re fine, Carlos. He’s just an old friend from college.” Ava’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Wesley.
The bouncer shot him a dirty look then walked away.
As soon as it was clear, Ava leaned over the table, staring directly into Wesley’s eyes. “I do want something from you, but it’s not money.”
He stared back at her. The sexual tension between them was instantaneous. After a few moments, she retreated back to her chair, took another drag from her cigarette and blew it out.
“Are you planning to tell me what you want or do we have to play games?”
“First we chat, then we play games.”
Wesley couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle or fuck her.
Just then, Julie arrived with another drink.
“I didn’t order a shot.”
“I did. I assumed you still like Scotch,” said Ava.
After serving the drink, Julie placed her tray on the floor and sat on Ava’s lap like a child visiting Santa Claus at the mall.
“Julie, I want you to meet Wesley. He’s the friend I’ve been telling you about.”
He downed the Scotch in one shot.
Julie said nothing. Instead, she seductively pulled the cigarette out of Ava’s mouth, took one long drag, and then carefully placed it back inside Ava’s red lips.
There was no doubt in Wesley’s mind: these two are a tag-team.
All he could think about from that point forward was watching the hot blonde stick her tongue inside the petite brunette. His cock was getting harder by the second.
“You should stick around until we get off work,” suggested Ava.
He immediately began to feel woozy, his vision swaying as if he were on a boat.
“Did you drug me?” he slurred.
“Come home with us tonight.”
Julie rose from Ava’s lap, then straddled Wesley’s left thigh…grinding her wet, decorated pussy on top of his leg while she kissed him.
Needless to say…Wesley was toast.
CHAPTER 24
You Lucky Bastard
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
12:14 A.M.
The girls walked on either side of Wesley, holding him upright through an exquisite brown and black marbled lobby. Wesley grinned at each beautiful lady by his side. “Y’all live in a nice building,” he slurred.
“We should. I pay a shitload in dues,” replied Ava.
Wesley smiled wide, thoroughly enjoying her dry sense of humor, almost as much as he enjoyed stroking her hot latex ass.
A middle-aged black man stood at the lobby desk in a maroon and gold uniform. “Good evening, Miss Ava. Miss Julie.” He looked at Wesley with understandable envy. “Sir, I need you to sign in.”
“Don’t worry about him, Lucky, he’s with us,” replied Ava.
The doorman shot Wesley a you-lucky-bastard look. “All right, sir. You can go ahead. Have a good evening.”
Wesley saluted him as the three exited the lobby and walked toward the elevator landing.
Inside the elevator, they stood apart like strangers.
Ava reached over and pushed the PH button.
“Does Julie ever talk?” he asked.
“No. She just fucks.”
The elevator doors slammed shut.
***
Ava’s two-story penthouse had the most spectacular views of the city, especially from the double terraces located on both the upper and lower floors. The entire place was magnificent, from the stunning yellow rose garden upstairs, to the black and white modern kitchen, living room and three guest bedrooms below. It was obvious Ava had done something extremely smart with her Scarborough money for a place like this cost well over ten million…A far cry from the twenty-dollar tips she earned as a dominatrix for hire.
Inside the master bedroom, Wesley’s Thor-like naked physique stood at the edge of the bed, fucking Julie from behind. Her black lace dress pulled up around her waist, as she passionately kissed Ava beneath her.
Wesley stopped for a moment to whisper into Julie’s ear. “Take her clothes off.”
As they continued pressing their lips, Julie slowly unzipped Ava’s black latex catsuit. After a while, Ava broke free to undress herself in front of Wesley. She pulled the front zipper down, all the way to the end of her pussy. She removed one shoulder at a time, revealing her porcelain neck, chest, and waist underneath.
When she pulled down her entire top, Wesley saw only the most beautiful woman in the world…Her long platinum hair covering her breasts, her large eyes reflecting the waxing moon behind him, her full lips filled with the desire to suck his cock hard. Just then, he moved towards her, grabbing the rest of her catsuit at her waist, and pulled it down until a fully naked woman stood before him.
Now naked body to naked body, he reached for her breast hidden beneath her long hair, only to feel a strange line instead of a nipple. Confused, he moved her hair away to reveal two long, thick mastectomy scars standing where her nipples once were. Wesley gently kissed each of her missing breasts, refusing to remember how they came to be, and then put his tongue in her mouth as his finger gently touched her clit in swirling motions.
Julie moved behind him, cupping his balls and stroking his dick as he kissed Ava. Almost ready to cum, he broke free from the girls, and entered the bed on his back. Like a horny lioness, Ava climbed up and cornered him on all fours, with her perfect round ass high in the air, taking her tongue down his chest, to his stomach, and around his balls. Finally, she took his large, hard cock fully in her mouth, and pleasured him wildly.
Julie, now fully naked, kneeled behind Ava as she did this, licking her ass then gently flicking Ava’s small pink clit with the barb in her tongue, then back again.
From Wesley’s point of view, watching Ava’s long blonde hair caress his stomach as she sucked his cock—and Julie’s short black hair buried in her ass behind her—was the hottest thing he had seen in a decade. The blood flowing to his groin was now mounting, and his resolve to last long enough to fuck the both of them was relentless.
He grabbed Ava’s head from his dick and placed her face onto his, kissing her once fiercely. She then placed her pussy on top of him, riding him slowly…turning to kiss Julie while touching her pink clit buried inside a bouquet of illustrated flowers.
For him, the feeling of being inside Ava was like no other. She was so unusually tight and flowing with wetness—reborn by the Gods to be a sex machine for men and women alike. She was beyond hot. She was magical. And watching her long neck kiss and pleasure Julie made the feat of staying hard that much easier.
Wesley grabbed Ava by the hips and gently lifted her off him.
“I want to see you fuck her.”
Ava moved over to Julie, both spreading their legs apart like two scissors interlocking their pussies, grinding one vulva to another…two wet cunts engaged in a French kiss. Ava then moved, placing her thumb onto Julie’s clit while kissing and thrusting into her body.
Julie moaned with pleasure as Ava was the best lover she had ever known.
Wesley lay nake
d beside them, watching and not touching. His cock became stiffer and stiffer with every thrust. Ava then stopped for a moment and walked over to her nightstand. Julie sat up, smiling, knowing what was coming next. From the bottom drawer, Ava pulled out a black strappy pair of underwear, with a large, nude skin-colored dildo attached to the front. She stepped into the strap-on panty and climbed on top of Julie, placing the life-like cock inside her, fucking her missionary style.
Wesley could no longer handle it. He started touching himself while he watched.
Ava grunted, thrusting harder and harder into Julie as she moaned in pure delight. She kept fucking her and fucking her until she could tell Julie was about to cum…She then moved to spread Julie’s thighs wide open, placing her warm tongue inside her burning hot pussy, making Julie squirm with delight.
Unable to take anymore, Wesley moved behind Ava, stuck his cock through the hole in the back of her strap-on, fucking her doggie style as she continued to lick and tease Julie’s pussy. From this vantage point, he had a close look at the tattoo on Ava’s back—a large black tribal phoenix rising from a city skyline below. His attention quickly turned back to Julie, who moaned until she reached her climax, cumming so loud with the balcony doors open that everyone on the floor could hear. Afterwards, she quietly laughed and rolled over, unable to stay awake or take any more pleasure for the night.
Wesley grabbed Ava’s waist, pulling down her strap-on dildo, tossing her onto the bed beneath him. He climbed on top and continued to fuck her eye to eye.
Just then, their eyes locked. Their eroticism heightened beyond that physical moment in time. Wesley had always fought his feelings for Ava, but tonight he was ready to let go…Let go of his family, his friends, his entire past. In that moment, Ava was the only soul that did not judge him. And given her angelic ability to forgive, he felt like he could sink into her arms and be protected against the world forever.
Just as he was about to climax, words fell out of his mouth. “Ava, I’m in—”
Then just like that, he came—thrusting and bucking on top of her, coming harder and harder in waves, with his sperm bursting inside her while she gently caressed his messy dark blonde hair.