Naughty Gras: Tales of Fat Tuesday

by Sable Jordan, Jessa Callaver, Perri Forrest, The KWEEN

  When Robert and I met, some three years ago, I told him that one of my fantasies was to get fucked in a moving object…airplane, car, bus, train, as long as it was in transit. He obliged me on our first date night, and more than a few limousine and Amtrak rides in between. The man gives a whole new meaning to “riding in style.” I always joke with him that while he wasn’t my “first,” we do share a first – giving me the gift of all gifts by fulfilling a fantasy I’d had since I began thinking about penis.

  He is a skilled and thoughtful lover; there is no denying that fact. If for no other reason, it is the one I will keep him around for. Shit, don’t judge me, good sex is extremely difficult to find.

  Always the pleaser, he certainly has consistency – and girth, might I add – on his side. I’m thanking the gods for Bay Bridge traffic! Normally, I’m cursing the road minions who seem to think cruise control and the all too frequent use of brake lights is the way to drive. Today, however, there are no complaints from me. I’m winning. There’s no better preparation for a long flight than multiple orgasms; makes for instant relaxation. The final thrust that pinned my clitoris firmly beneath its hood sent me shivering, weak-limbed, and ready for a nap.

  He slowly withdraws while planting kisses in several places on my face, and neck.

  “Thank you, Play Date.” It’s my pet name for him. “That was wonderful. You make such magic, baby.”

  “And you make it easy,” he responds. “I love fucking you,” he says while zipping his pants.

  And there it is – mood assassination.

  We pull into a parking space behind a procession of cars as I’m fixing my clothes and re-applying my lip gloss. Rasheed, our driver, emerges and opens the door to allow me out, a knowing look on his face. He’s no dummy. Even with the music turned up, and the privacy glass secured in place, he’s sure to know what happens in that backseat. He’s chauffeured us on countless trips. Smiles are exchanged between the two of us. A final turn to Robert to blow him a kiss, and a “Miss you already, baby.”

  * * *

  Robert can only wish. She never even calls when she takes off to Brazil. He suspects there’s more to the across-the-world travels, but never questions it because it was a tradition in place long before he came into the picture. If there is anything for him to know, it will reveal itself in due time and if it is something that requires attention, he will deal with it then. For now, the fact that she returns, to him, is enough.

  “Me too, you.” He says as she walks away.

  II

  A New York layover, and many hours later, sheer excitement sets in when the blonde-haired stewardess announces over the intercom that we are descending over Rio.

  “Thank you for flying United Airlines. Welcome to Brazil, we hope you enjoyed your flight. The weather is beautiful and Carnival is in full swing! As you can imagine there will be lots of activity so be safe and enjoy. We hope to see you again soon.”

  There are two people I cannot wait to see – Valentina, and my best friend since childhood, Natalia. It was through her, that I came to know Valentina. The two of them have been such a huge part of my life, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

  Natalia, I met when my family and I used to make our annual trips to Brazil for Carnival. We became quick friends, keeping in touch even when I would return to the States. Our phone bills used to be insane. Now, however, with new technology – Facebook, Skype, and good ol’ text messaging, it’s like we never part.

  When my family traded Brazil for retirement and a new home in Montclair, my father arranged it so that I could still travel to Brazil as a guest in the home of Natalia and her family. It was the perfect experience for a girl just getting to know the world on her own.

  The year we both turned twenty, Natalia confided in me that she was worked for a woman by the name of Valentina and extended an offer to accompany her to her place of employment, Belo Paraíso. With a smile on her pretty face, she said, “Manter uma mente aberta, Gabriella.” Uh oh…keep an open mind she tells me. I didn’t know what to expect, but I obliged and was pleasantly surprised.

  The day I went to Belo Paraíso is forever engrained in my memory. I had no idea that places of that nature existed. I was in awe. This trip marks my sixth year returning, and I love it!

  III

  Belo Paraíso – Beautiful Paradise, is a beautiful resort sitting near the coast of Bahia. It boasts three floors of beautifully structured architecture; with 25 suites, spanned across several acres of land. It goes unnoticed from a street perspective to maintain privacy, and exclusivity.

  There is an endless lap pool, and an 18-hole golf course, with all the amenities of the office for the man that simply can’t leave the hustle behind. Panoramic views, and a plethora of other amenities.

  The resort features an open area of interconnected networks that includes a horizontal pergola. It is truly a unique structure, one of a kind. Thirteen months, a lot of thought, and detail, went into the construction, and design of this palace. On the inside, there is a restaurant that serves cuisine from around the world, an indoor swimming pool, with sauna, and suites beautifully designed to keep you in – if you want to stay in, that is. All that anyone could need is onsite. If that was the sole intent…mission accomplished.

  Pulling up to the grounds, guests are immediately greeted by 6’6”, 260 lbs of masculinity…“Paulo the Man”, as we affectionately call him. Just one of many valuable assets Valentina inherited when her husband, Dionisio, passed away.

  Once Paulo authorizes entry, several yards ahead awaits a 15-stair entrance to the handsomely staffed concierge standing by to cater to the needs of the arriving guests. Carnival, and the summer months immediately before, are the busiest times of year for the resort.

  IV

  Upon arrival, and getting settled into my suite, I meet Valentina and Natalia near the pool for a small lunch and catch up time. It’s been a year since I last saw them, and while we are mostly caught up with current, and personal affairs, there is never a shortage of girl talk.

  Screams and hugs are in abundance.

  We go over it all: Has Robert become suspicious yet with my annual departing? Do I plan to settle down with him? Do I ever feel guilty about lying to him when I come here? I answer a solid “No” to them all. If he is suspicious, he’s never said anything to me. Settling down with him is not something I am interested in yet – if at all – and feeling guilty? Absolutely not. He should be happy that I have this outlet because without it, he may not have lasted as long as he has. This trip provides just the break I need.

  We talk about Natalia’s dreams of finding the perfect American to take her back home with him and in Beyonce’s words, “Put a ring on it.” She is the ultimate, hopeless romantic if ever there was one. I must admit I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet. The girl is beautiful. Striking red hair that sits mid-back, olive toned complexion with mesmerizing green eyes, and a nice svelte figure to complete the package.

  “Your time is coming,” Valentina tells her. “Once you stop looking, he will surely find you. When you go looking, you find trouble. That is something none of us need.”

  “I wouldn’t say I’m looking, necessarily – ”

  “Sure you are,” I interject. We all laugh.

  “Excited about tonight?” Valentina asks.

  “I’m ecstatic…but then again, I always am.” I tell her.

  “What she said,” Natalia responds.

  “Well, I think both of you will be satisfied with what I have for you.”

  Natalia and I exchange wide-eyed looks, and almost simultaneously, “When aren’t we?” Laughter erupts.

  “I can’t speak for Gabriella, but I stopped questioning a long time ago, Valentina. I already know you got my back. My front and my back,” she says, playfully batting her eyelashes.

  “You are sooooo bad!” Valentina jokes.

  With promises to catch up later, we finish our meals, and head off to get dressed for tonight’s rece
ption.

  V

  Back in my suite, I take a moment to check e-mail. After emailing my parents to let them know that I’d arrived safely, I returned to my inbox to read the message from Robert:

  Hey Gabby,

  I just finished jacking off thinking about you…

  What the hell? Who does that? Does he think that’s a turn on? I probably have myself to blame. I’ve told him in the past that he needed to be more vocal sexually, and he’s just taken that to a whole other level. This shit, is NOT sexy. Repeat. Is NOT sexy.

  …and that ride to the airport. I miss you and can’t wait to see you in two weeks…

  Okay, he’s somewhat redeeming himself here, but geez! As explosive as our sex is, a girl likes to be sweet-talked. At least this girl does – most of the time, anyway.

  …I was thinking that if you’re up to it when you get home, we can drive up to Monterey for the weekend. I don’t know how cold it will be, but there’s plenty to do indoors, if you know what I mean. Lol.

  Let me know you made it safe.

  After replying, “made it”, and logging out, I headed to the closet to take the royal blue, one-shoulder, jumpsuit out of the closet. When I saw this outfit in the story I knew immediately that I had to have it for this trip. It will look beautiful with the platinum link drop earrings, bangle bracelet to match, and red stilettos to complete the ensemble. “Showtime.” I smile to myself.

  Later that night

  “Good evening, Gentlemen. I hope you’re feeling good tonight, that you had nice, comfortable, flights in, and have settled comfortably into your quarters. I don’t plan to keep you long. I’m sure you’re eager to begin interacting and relaxing. I wanted to officially welcome you to Belo Paraíso. I’ve spoken to you over the past few months, as we laid out logistics for your stay, so it is very exciting to finally meet you in person.

  “As I’m sure you know, my name is Valentina, and I am the executive hostess. I am so very pleased that you chose to visit. You are here because you came highly recommended, and with top-notch references. We are a professional establishment and stick firmly to a confidentiality clause that 100% ensures your privacy. If you feel at any point that has been compromised, please do not hesitate to contact.

  “Our goal is for you to have a memorable – if not the most memorable time of your life while you’re here. However we rank,” she says with a dazzling smile, “what is guaranteed is that you will be thoroughly satisfied at the end. I know that you could have chosen to relax anywhere in the world, and you chose us. We appreciate you.

  “I don’t know how many of you have been to Brazil for Carnival before now, but there are many festivities that happen over the course of the next two weeks. You are free to request transportation to any of those activities – some of which, a few of the ladies participate in. You are also welcome to remain indoors with your hostess and enjoy all that we have to offer inside.” She clears her throat. “I’m sure you will be taking me up on that offer.”

  A round of applause.

  VI

  I love Valentina. She is the epitome of a sophisticated woman that has it all together. With her fitted red evening dress, flawless jet black chignon, nicely pulled back from her evenly golden-toned face, diamonds adorning her wrists, neck, and ears, she looks like every bit of the millionaire that she is. Graceful. Elegant. Beautiful.

  At 41, she has a life that dreams are made of. A beautiful Brasileira born to an architect father, and an educator mother. When her father moved to America to partner with a friend in an architectural firm, her mother accompanied him. Old enough, at 18, to be on her own, she made the decision to remain in the only home she’d ever known.

  Just one day after her twentieth birthday she met Dionisio, a business man twenty-nine years her senior, who turned out to be the love of her life. Her parents weren’t pleased. After all, Dionisio was only two years younger than her father. Valentina didn’t care as she felt it was a love that couldn’t be denied, nor matched. Dionisio, she told me, walked up to her as she stepped out of a café. He was dressed casually in a white cotton shirt and khakis, and had the most beautiful mane of wavy hair sitting atop his head, looking much younger than his 49 years.

  He addressed her in both Portuguese and English, saying, “Bom Dia, Bella. Of course not right now, but in the very near future, I could see you as my wife.” The rest was history. She talked of how she never once saw age with Dionisio because their souls connected on something so much more potent and that prevented her thoughts from venturing anywhere else. It was fate.

  Valentina’s first clientele consisted of Dionisio’s colleagues. The resort was the brainchild of the both of them. They realized one day while awaiting Dionisio’s flight for yet another business trip, that it would be nice for businessmen to have a place to go in between major deals, mergers, and acquisitions, to clear their heads – away from the hustle and bustle of “real life.” Belo Paraíso was born of that idea.

  After Dionisio passed away, Valentina took a new business partner in his best friend, Alexio, who’d promised he would be around to look after her. He kept true to his word. In all my interactions with the two of them together, it is very easy to see that Alexio loves Valentina, but her loyalty to Dionisio keeps her from succumbing to the temptation that I know she feels as well. I don’t want to pry because as close as we are, she is very tightlipped about her love life.

  No intrusion from me, I will just stay in a friend’s place and support her on living life the way she sees fit.

  VII

  When the introduction concluded, Valentina invited questions from her guests. I suspect they were all pretty eager to get things moving along, so there were none that arose. She commenced to replacing the microphone on its base, as her guests applauded.

  “Without further adieu, I introduce to you, your beautiful hostesses – Gabriella, Lili, Natalia, Valéria, Eva, and Bella. They are beauty, brains, and talent, and ready to meet all your needs.”

  Lili and Valéria, identical twins from Miami met Valentina as she vacationed one year. Both were aspiring models with a couple of Latina magazine covers and a few rap videos to their credit, who always dreamed of travelling to Brazil. They were all too happy when Valentina proposed that they move to Brazil – all expenses paid. They are a part of the few with the resort all year around. Eva, and Bella, best friends from Rio, had done a few of the circuits around Säo Paolo entertaining foreign visitors, and Natalia was “recruited” directly from Carnival.

  Looking at her roster of beauties, it’s easy to see that she selects with much care.

  “Ladies please step forward and claim your men!”

  Each girl’s name was placed next to their guest’s on a placard at designated booths. Each booth had been set up with candles, the lights were dim, and soft jazz was playing through a state of the art sound system, poised throughout the lounge area.

  As I move toward the table with my name on it, and where my guest is waiting, I slow my tracks. He’s standing next to the table, holding a single white rose in his hand. The closer I get to him, the faster my heart pounds. Of course it’s nerves. I don’t know about the other girls, but for me, there’s always a little bit of anxiety during these initial meetings because although Valentina has screened them, they are new to us. After all this time, I still get nervy about it all. This time is no different. Nerves abound.

  6’2. Fair-skinned. Athletic build. Beautiful. Just my type…if I ever did have a type. The one desire with these encounters is for the individual to be someone you wouldn’t mind spending time with. Someone you wouldn’t mind waking up next to. Someone easy on the eyes. Basically, nicely packaged. He’s that. I’m taking him in and the whole time thinking, “This isn’t happening.” But it IS. He takes a few steps in my direction to meet me half way. Heart pounding out my chest.

  What do I do?

  The smile greets me. Instinctively, I search for signs of a bulge pressed against the front of his pants, and it’s
definitely there. Just the way I remember. Chills spread through my bodythe familiarity of it…of him.

  He’s looking right into my eyes, rose in hand, and leans forward for a light kiss on the cheek. I’m speechless. What’s happening right now? I casually glance around for Valentina because surely, there’s an explanation, or maybe Ashton Kutcher is going to come running from the kitchen telling me I’ve been Punked!

  Reciprocating the smile he is wearing, I open my mouth to speak, “Thank you for the rose, it’s very pretty.” The moment is awkward – for me at least. Yet, I keep the smile even as he gestures for me to take a seat in the booth before taking his seat across from me.

  Not really knowing what to do with my hands, I nervously place the rose on the tabletop and quickly remove them from view to fidget with the bracelet around my left wrist.

  “Valentina told me that I would be extremely pleased with who she chose for me and she couldn’t have been more correct. You are everything I remember,” he says.

  Silence has overcome me in the moment.

  He’s looking through me. It’s as if he is trying to get a reading on where my head is. Or, maybe it’s me who is looking through him. I don’t know at this point. I do know a drink is in order. Something straight, perhaps. No fruity shit today. My mind is in overdrive trying to make sense of this situation, and why, of all the places in the world, it would be here, with him. Baffling, is an understatement.

  Whatever the case, he’s now my client, and I need to kick into gear and out of awkward silence. Business is business.

  A few minutes in, making her rounds, Valentina arrives at our table. She has excitement all over her. She loves what she does and I don’t blame her. People are happy, business is thriving. Can’t ask for much more. She looks from me to my guest, and with a smile, she says, “Hello, Mr. Augustine – ”