by Tiana Laveen
She hissed and shook her head. “Real funny, Laz… real funny!”
“You’re going to destroy my Lexus. I took this one out of commission because I knew it would be the easiest for you to learn on. It’s not a stick, it drives easy, and it’s intuitive. I tell you what, in all seriousness, okay? Let’s go to the junk yard and get you something tomorrow. Something that costs about five hundred bucks or so. That way, I can feel better about whatever happens. You can tear it up and I won’t lose any sleep over it. Or better yet, let’s just go buy you one of those electric scooters. Owww!”
She plopped him upside his head. He grinned and rubbed the offended area, then took a deep breath and pointed to the steering wheel.
“Okay, Sky… fine. Let’s start again. Take it out of park.” She reached for the gear and did so. “Put it in drive. No… that’s neutral… Why are the windshield wipers going?!”
The damn things swished back and forth faster and faster, making a blurry mess across the glass.
Oh, no!
Laz reached over in a huff, shoved the gear in park, turned off the wipers, and burst out of the passenger’s side door like a cyclone. He marched around the car, his suit jacket swinging like he was a tall George Jefferson. Before she knew it, she was swooped out of the driver’s seat and placed on the passenger’s side faster than her head could spin.
“Oh, so that’s how it is?!” The man put the car in drive and began to leave the parking lot. “Laz! You hear me talking to you! Stop driving this car and give me another chance!” He slowed down, still looking straight ahead.
“Sky, do you know what your problem is?”
“Yes, I somehow decided to fall in love with a man like you!”
“I said your problem, not your blessings.” At this, she rolled her eyes. “Your biggest problem is that you don’t follow directions. I can’t work with people who don’t fuckin’ follow orders. Just let me be in love with you, and that’s it.” He waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll get you enrolled in a driving class, first thing in the morning. I promise. I’m throwin’ in the towel.”
“I do follow directions, Mr. Hot Under the Dog Collar! Still barkin’ as usual! Secondly, I don’t want to take a driving class when you can just as easily teach me. Throwing in the towel? So now you’re a quitter… how sad.”
Suddenly, the man looked up to no damn good. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and eyed her as if she were the last chicken wing in town.
“Fine. Challenge accepted. I’m going to teach you how to drive a car, all right!” He lunged at her, reached over her body in a flash, and suddenly the passenger’s seat flew back, forcing her to practically lie down as if she were on the floor. “Turn around and get on your knees.”
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. This isn’t any kinda driving lesson that—” She was stopped short as he slid quickly over to her and mounted her from behind. “What… what are you doing?!”
She shuddered when she heard him yank his zipper down and felt his big, warm hand glide against her back, then slide down to her leggings. He yanked them down to her knees, and her panties came next. A cool breeze chilled her exposed ass but was soon replaced with his pressing groin. The softness of his pubic hair made her pause but the hardness of his big fucking cock against her crack made her swallow. He roughly kneed her thighs apart.
“This is how you drive a car! Put the shit in drive!” Her body trembled more violently when his tongue glided against her lower back then traced around the tip of her ass crack. Digging her fingernails into the seat fabric, she squelched a scream when his tongue darted in and out of her asshole, twisting and turning, fucking her with it like he loved every damn second.
“Oh my God! You’re so nasty! You filthy son of a bitch!” She squealed… but damn, did it feel so good! He increased his pace, then stopped, leaned against her back, and gripped her breasts, giving a hard squeeze.
“You put your hands on ten and two, just like this! Tonight, you’re gonna learn how to drive a stick shift though, baby! I changed my mind!”
She screamed out when he impaled her very soul. Fingers shaking as she tried to get a good grip, the seat and car rocked so ferociously, it was a wonder the damn thing didn’t fall apart.
I guess Toyotas really are built to last!
His groans were loud and guttural as he thrust deep and fast within her. Her breasts ached from the way he gripped them, the pain and pleasure merging into a delightful cocktail she felt a tinge of shame for enjoying. The heat from his mouth tickled her neck, then the dull pain of his teeth scratched her skin. Their moans intertwined as he loved her down. His sex was so damn delicious…
“Bring it back! Bring that ass all the way the fuck back!” He slapped her butt cheeks hard, commanding her to rock her hips into his domineering plunges. Bright lights soon shone in the distance, and she stiffened, fearful they’d be seen out in public having a go at one another. But Lazarist kept right on; in fact, he didn’t even slow down…
“Lazarist! Someone is coming!”
“So!”
“So?!”
“Let them come. That’s damn sure what I’m trying to do!”
He took a fistful of her hair and yanked, causing her to moan and sigh as he glided his hand against her pussy, petting it, rubbing her folds and clit with precision.
“Oh God!” she belted.
“I know all the buttons to push… all the ways to make you get up and go… Laz knows all the ways to rev up Sky’s engine… Tonight, I am showing you how to drive a motherfuckin’ car. Cum on!”
Her pussy rained down upon him, and she shook at the realization that she was squirting, falling apart beneath him. Her right leg trembled uncontrollably, her back arched, and she clawed at the air, desperately needing to hold on to something as she fell hard into an orgasmic abyss.
“Second gear!” he roared, jolting her out of her soft, fuzzy place.
With a firm grip around her neck, he jostled himself hard and jack rabbit fast within her, never slowing as the car that was approaching drove slowly past. Lazarist had told her this old building rarely had any visitors, the structure on the property being condemned and shut down for months. She was relieved to see that the car kept on going, and couldn’t believe that her man truly didn’t give a shit about who saw him fucking in the middle of nowhere.
She hollered when he practically knocked the passenger’s door off the hinges, shoving it open. Cold air tickled her exposed flesh as he hoisted her around her waist, his dick still deep inside her. With careful steps, he placed her hands against the hood of the car, then continued to ruthlessly fuck her.
She was in too much shock to speak…
Too turned on to tell him ‘No’ or ‘Stop’, she caught his image in the reflection of the car window, the way his lips were turned as if he were angry with the world…
Her nipples grew hard from the coolness of the top of the car. Her body slid violently up and down it as he growled, huffed, and tore her pussy up, manhandling her in the most wonderfully ruthless of ways. Soon, she felt the nudge of his chin pressing into her shoulder blade…
He’s almost there…
She smiled in anticipation.
She sighed as his teeth pierced her skin and the warmth of his cum filled her valley. A few more deep thrusts, and he fell upon her, breathing hard against her back until she heard the jingle of his belt…
“And that… my love…” he stated breathlessly, “is how you drive… a car… a Sky-dancer Cadillac Supreme, to be exact…”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dancing to a Different Tune
SKY WALKED AROUND Lazarist’s lavish home office, eavesdropping on his conversation. The man’s frustration was more than evident, especially with how he kept swiveling back and forth in his leather chair like he was on some amusement park ride.
“Well shit, how much longer? …Yeah, I understand that but she… okay… I know that… okay. All right, Mark… another week. Damn!
” The man gripped his forehead as if he had a headache. “Man, you really gotta put this in turbo charge… All right, yeah, I know it takes time for what I requested… I’ll try to be patient but that’s not my strong suit… yeah… okay… talk to you later.”
Lazarist disconnected the call and picked up his drink off the desk, chugging it.
“Who was that? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, baby… just some business shit. So, are you ready to go?” He spun around, a big smile on his face.
“Yes, I’m ready, but I want you to tell me where we’re going first.”
“No. That’ll ruin the surprise, baby. I’ve already told you that. Come on now, just relax and enjoy.” He got to his feet, looking dapper in his Brunello Cucinelli dark suit. He’d paired it with a rich red tie that caught the light just right. As he stepped around the desk, she could see even his socks had a bit of red in them. What a capricious but nice touch.
“Why do I have on this expensive dress you bought me? Come on! Just tell me, Laz, damn! Okay, just a hint. Please?!!!”
She stomped her foot like a brat, hoping he’d break down and blurt whatever surprises and secrets he had up his sleeve.
“I am not telling you anything, baby, but you do look amazing! There’s no doubt about that.”
He laughed lightly as he buttoned his suit jacket and polished off the last drop of his liquor. Going to a mirror that hung on the door of a small closet in his office, she checked out her reflection. She was dressed in a high collar, red and black, long bodycon dress with an Asian feel. One long slit ran up the leg, and her shoes were made of black silk, tying up the leg, reminding her of platform ballerina slippers. Laz had placed a bright red ring on her right hand and a teardrop red pendant necklace that was so beautiful, she’d been rendered speechless. She didn’t know what type of stone or jewel it was, but it was gorgeous.
To pull the entire look together, she’d pulled her hair up in an elaborate braided bun adorned with two black chopsticks she’d negotiated down to half the price from the little Asian shop around the corner from her apartment. Lazarist messed around on his phone for a spell, then made his way towards the door.
“I’m going to take a piss and then we can leave. I’ll be right back…”
She could hear his footsteps until they faded out. How she loved the look and smell of this room. Nosing about, she hoped of finding clues he may have accidentally left out in regard to their secret rendezvous.
It’s so comfy in here…
She felt close to him when she was in his office. It exuded his essence, summed him up perfectly.
The place was decorated in rich hues of ebony wood, gold, and marble. On his desk sat a large gold glass that held various expensive pens he’d received from around the world. He kept things pretty tidy, but the place was still filled with knickknacks, odds and ends, making it interesting. He often burned candles that smelled like tobacco and turned on a diffuser containing peppermint essential oil. He said it relaxed him.
Ever so faintly, throughout the entire house, the speakers pumped out music. This time, it was ‘Trip’ by Ella Mai. She began to sway her hips to the sexy music and snap her fingers. Dipping her hand in his box of coveted gold covered chocolates, she unwrapped one and popped it into her mouth, then tossed the wrapper in his clear glass trashcan that sat next to his desk. She rolled the smooth chocolate along her tongue until it melted against her palate.
These are so damn good…
Bopping about, swaying to the music, she moved to and fro and began to peruse his book collection. Most of them were about land ownership, investing, the history of New York, a few true mafia books, the biography of Hugh Hefner, and a couple that looked as if they were strictly for reference—old thesauruses and hardbound dictionaries with gold binding and such. One book caught her eye, however, for it stuck half way off the shelf, as if it were about to fall to the floor. She pulled the black, thick, and heavy book out of its place and read the title.
‘The Black Pussy Vortex’ by Dr. Saint Aknaten. She shook her head and cracked up at the title, then flipped through it, landing on a portion that had been highlighted with a yellow marker.
Every King must have a Queen if he wants to rule and reign.
… Pray for your prey, gentlemen …
Ask the creator to lead you to her. This could take less than an hour from the time of request, or it might take years. It depends upon the two of you and how open you are to love.
Once you find her,
Hunt the prey.
Fuck the prey.
Marry the prey.
Plant your seed in the prey.
Protect the prey at all costs.
DATE. MATE. PROCREATE.
The Queen runs the show. She just makes the King believe he does…
It’s all a game, ego driven bullshit. Why is the Queen the one holding the most influence? Without the Queen, we are nothing.
If you destroy the woman, you destroy the entire civilization.
No nation, no people, no domicile has ever stood the test of time if the Queen was annihilated. The womb is the temple. The womb is your altar. But the womb is made of glass… fragile.
She can be destroyed with words and ill intentions, just as much as she can with cannons, artillery, and sharp blades.
Remember that when you disrespect her… when you cheat on her… when you don’t provide for her and your family… when you lie to her… you are destroying the civilization, one dastardly deed at a time…
If you cast her away, do not be surprised if she is discovered and treasured by another.
You will not be able to regain your seat by her side.
Not because she lacks loyalty, but because she has now outgrown you.
Step up your game, mothafucka.
Defend the damn Queen…
Wow… that’s wild!
She shook her head as she closed the book then placed it back onto the shelf in the proper way. Just then, King Lazarist entered the room, a coy smile on his face. He slipped on his coat and placed hers on her as well. She had to admit, she felt special. The sneaky bastard was up to something, and he’d covered all of his tracks.
“All right, beautiful. Your chariot awaits…”
THE GOLD AND white limousine pulled up to the Lincoln Center. The driver soon opened their doors and Lazarist helped Sky out of the vehicle. With a tug of her dress, she got the fabric back in the right position after they’d felt each other up on the way over. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, and tonight, like most nights when he was feeling rather amorous, the feeling was mutual. It didn’t help that they’d both been drinking, which only whittled down the bit of decorum they actually possessed.
As they walked hand in hand, he caught their reflection in the window and winked.
We look like a power couple… because we are…
He didn’t miss the large, childlike smile that spread across her beautiful face, her cheeks plumping like a rosy-cheeked cherub.
“Lincoln Center, Laz! What are we going to see, huh? A dance, I hope! I love it here… haven’t been in a long time!”
He opened the building door and she stepped inside, him following close behind. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he kept her secure to him as they waded through the crowd.
“It’s time you kick up your feet and relax for a change. Instead of you dancing, you get to watch someone else. Tonight, we’re going to see Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater.”
Suddenly, Sky stopped walking and snatched her hand away. The poor woman’s chin was trembling and her eyes glossed over.
Oh shit…
“No, no, no!” Leaning in close, he embraced her, people bumping into them as they came and went. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he whispered in her ear, “Baby, don’t do this. I can’t have you crying on me now… This is supposed to be special, ya know? Something to make you happy… I’m tryna make you happy, honey, that’s all.”
“Don’t you see? Yo
u did!” He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I just… I’m in awe right now. There’s no way you could’ve known…”
“Known what, baby?”
“When I was about seventeen years old, I saw the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater perform. Obviously it was a different troupe at that time.” He smiled affectionately at her. “And it moved me so much. I had never seen anything like that in my life. All of those tempting tan, deep russet, rich mahogany, soft peach, ripe banana with freckles, midnight sky, auburn undertones like sunset at dusk, desert sand, and chocolate bar brown men and women swaying to the music that dug deep in your soul and pulled all you had within and spun you around and around… exposing their unbelievable talent with each fluid motion… I was never the same after that, Laz, in a good way. It changed my life!”
A tear fell down her face. “They inspired me so much! People of color, my people, dancing in celebration, telling a story with their limbs… this time not because we had to. We weren’t just mere entertainers for an oppressive system that saw us as lesser than… barely human. No, we stood tall trying to caress the sun and bent low to the Earth, attempting to go back to that from which we came. And we were proud! Proud to be talented! Proud to be Black! Proud to live our greatest life!”
He smiled at her and ran his thumb across her cheek, careful to not do it too hard… he didn’t want to ruin her makeup.
“I’m a dancer by nature, Lazarist. I was born to dance, born to teach… and I’m so… I’m so happy right now!” More tears sprang from her eyes before she buried her face against his chest. He lovingly ran his hand along her back, soothing her. “Thank you! This was so thoughtful, Laz. It means so much to me.”
Her gratitude warmed his heart. His soul was full.