“Don’t need to be scared to get fucked up.”
Kordell and Chaz both chuckled as Mischief killed off his glass of alcohol. He was dead serious and I had a feeling that no one would be giving me a drink, which made me want to act out like a child.
I believed that Chaz and Kordell weren’t scared, but nobody wanted problems with my husband. It took too much energy out of you because everyone knows by now he will fight anyone. This trip was for everybody to let loose and have a good time, not to have to wrestle with Mischief. I chuckled at my thoughts but then returned to my frown when I felt his cold but soft lips press against my temple.
After four and a half long hours of me sipping water, juice, and sparkling water, we’d finally made it to Las Vegas. The trip wasn’t too bad without liquor because the conversation between everyone flowed, and of course Kordell had us laughing at his stupid ass the entire time. I hated him because you didn’t want to laugh since he was so ignorant, but it was hard not to.
The bus driver pulled into the roundabout driveway of the Caesar’s Palace hotel, and came to a stop right at the front. When I looked out the window I saw Brick along with two other men dressed in black, waiting for us.
Being ‘famous’ made life so different. Everywhere we went damn near had to be strategically planned out. By saying that, we had to notify the hotel ahead of time that we’d be staying there, so they’d provide their top security to escort us all in.
I didn’t feel famous at all, I felt like this was mostly for the Hunnit Boyz and Mischief, but people didn’t seem to agree with me. There were definitely times where I caused a bit of commotion, but it truly caught me off guard.
“Come on.” Mischief took my hand.
The six of us started off the bus, and Brick, along with the two men, began to help us inside while the two bus drivers got our luggage off.
“I told you, bitch! There they are!” some Hispanic chick hollered loudly as she pointed to us. “Shai!” she called out, immediately alarming me because she used his real name. He threw up the peace sign but kept walking so we could get onto the elevator.
“Did she say your real name?”
“She probably got it from the Internet, baby.”
Flashes from cameras began to come from everywhere, and it was somewhat blinding, so we began rushing until we got to the elevator in the Forum Tower where our room was.
We were escorted to our suites, and once things calmed down, we decided that we would get dressed and go to the club within the hotel; Omnia.
I decided to wear a black long sleeve wrap top that was short and showed my stomach, along with a short, silver skirt with a split so high you could see the small Shai tattoo going down my hip. I had on some thin, silver, G-string panties, because I wanted it to look like I didn’t have any on; that’s the type of skirt it was due to the high split. My shoes were black stiletto sandals showing my toes, and I wore the jewelry I’d gotten for Valentine’s Day.
“Laine, I don’t know about that skirt.”
“Why, you don’t like it?” I placed my leg on the bed while standing in front of him. His eyes darted right between my legs as he sighed and ran his hand down his face.
Leaning his face in, he kissed my pussy through my panties and said, “I love it, but I know other niggas will too.”
“Shaiiiii! I can’t drink, I can’t wear my hoe clothes, what can I do?” I whined as he began laughing, flashing that beautiful smile.
“When the fuck did you get hoe clothes?”
“Every woman has hoe clothes.”
“Not married, pregnant ones.” He watched me as I stood there pouting, before tousling my curly hair from one side to the other. “I knew I should have married an ugly bitch,” he commented, making us chuckle heavily. “Aight, just for tonight; but, I’m not responsible for how I react if I see a nigga looking, or if I get too horny from looking at you.”
“Okay, deal.”
He was looking nice as hell, too, in a black button up, with a suede navy blue tuxedo jacket over it. His jeans were dark, and so were his shoes. Like me, his wrist and neck were iced out, and of course, he smelled just as good as he looked.
We met up with Cassie who was in an all-white short dress with thin straps, along with matching white stilettos and silver jewelry. Her hair was down with pretty waves. Erynne wore a red tube top and a red skirt to match, with a black choker and black heels. She had her hair in a slick ponytail that was sweeping her shoulders. I was so happy she’d let her hair grow out because I preferred it to the short style.
“Pictures and Snapchat!” Cassie shouted as Brick and his two henchmen escorted us down the hall.
All three of the brothers groaned as Cassie, Erynne, and I began to pose for pictures and make Snap videos on the way to the elevator.
When we got to the entrance of the club, the people waiting were starting to cause a ruckus over the guys. The club staff immediately started bringing us in, so we could get to the VIP area and out of the waiting guests’ sight. I admired the way the women watched Mischief closely as we moved through the club. It amazed me how commanding his presence was, and how people’s eyes were like magnets when he walked in; from the women who wanted him and even the niggas who wanted to be him.
“Miss Reid, Miss Loren—”
“Nah, muthafucka.” Mischief calmly pushed the Omnia employee to the side, causing him to stumble to the ground in embarrassment. “And her last name is Benjamin, nigga.” Mischief kept going, not even looking back as we finally got to our area.
“Nigga, he was just trying to welcome her to the club.” Kordell laughed, shaking his head as he began to make himself a drink.
I just had to shake my head at Mischief as well, since he shrugged his brother off as he stared out at the club.
“Welcome, guys. My name is Kasia, and my co-worker, Carale and I will be your hostesses for the night.” Kasia was a pretty black girl with a huge ass and pretty small breasts. Carale was black and pretty as well, but her assets were more evened out.
“Bitches out here are shaped like lower case d’s and shit,” Kordell commented, obviously ragging on the fact that Kasia had ass but no breasts.
“Baby!” Cassie hit him in the chest as she sat in his lap. The rest of us just laughed and called his name as well. I wasn’t sure if Kasia heard, but if she did, I knew Kordell didn’t care.
Despite Mischief’s ass pushing employees and stuff, we proceeded to have a good time, dancing, drinking—which he finally let me do—smoking, and taking pictures. As “B.E.D” by Jacquees blared over the club, I grinded nastily in Mischief’s lap with my drunk ass. I was on some freaky shit. I’d had three bar cocktails, and stupidly told them to add extra tequila since everything was on the house.
“I told you I’m not responsible,” Mischief whispered in my ear as he reached his big hand around the front of my body and went between my legs. “Damn,” he mumbled, feeling that I was wet already.
“Shai, no,” I whimpered drunkenly while smiling when I felt him gently push his hand down into my panties.
He began to toy with my already swollen clit, as I tried to continue my lap dance. Pressing his lips against the nape of my neck, he continued to slowly play with my button, getting me so wet that I was sure a spot would be left on his jeans and that it would drip down my thighs.
“Are you guys doing okay?” Carale showed back up. Mischief and I were off in the darkest area of the VIP section, so her ass knew what she was doing.
“Yeah.” I tried to remove his hand from between my legs but he was too strong. I should have known he wouldn’t have cared who saw us.
Letting her eyes follow where his long arm was placed, she said, “Yeah, okay. Let me know if you need anything.” She made Mischief another drink and then pulled a napkin from her pocket to set it on as she eyed him.
“You like my man?” I questioned, slurring a little bit while licking my lips after I saw she left her number on the napkin. Mischief was still playing
in my panties and sucking on my neck, so I was trying not to moan a little.
“Laine.” Mischief finally removed his hand from my underwear.
“Oh, girl, not like that I’m just a fan of the music he makes for people.”
“You want him to fuck you?” I grinned.
“Baby, chill.”
“Uh… umm, no I—I love you guys as a couple I would never try to come—”
“Oh good because I was gonna beat your ass,” I chuckled, closing my eyes because I was twisted. “Don’t write your number on a napkin for him ever again, or I will throw you off this hotel roof and not look back.”
Mischief laughed as he bit down on my neck, making me hornier.
“Yes, sorry.”
When she started off towards Kordell, Cassie, Erynne, and Chaz, I asked, “Would you fuck her? She’s pretty.”
“No.”
“I’m really asking, like if you didn’t have me would you have called her.” I watched her from afar and could see her looking at us from her peripheral.
“Laine, this is a trick question that I’m not gonna answer.”
I laughed because he was right. If he said yeah, I was gonna be mad as hell.
“Come on.” I stood up and reached my hand down to him.
“Laine,” he grinned, showing his pretty smile again.
Declining to respond, I turned on my heels and started towards Carale. I grabbed her hand in mine and then started off, looking back over my shoulder to see Mischief whose mouth was agape. He finally got up, and after talking with Brick, he escorted us safely back to our suite. Carale didn’t say a word the whole time but I could feel how excited she was; bitch didn’t even care that she was on the clock.
We got to the room, which was still dark, and I was caught off guard when Carale sat me down on the bed and dropped to her knees.
“Aye, hold up, sign this.” Mischief placed a document on the bed with a pen.
“What is this?” Carale asked.
“Non-disclosure.”
I laughed at this nigga as Carale signed her name at the bottom. I’m glad he was here because now she couldn’t run off and tell the blogs about the events to come.
Once Carale finished signing, she yanked on my G-string, which I was surprised hadn’t melted away, and then she tossed it to the floor. I was too drunk to complain, so I fell back and let her do her thing. She began sucking my clit gently as Mischief removed my top and unbuttoned the side of my skirt to get it off.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, but what she was doing felt too good for me to stop her.
“Oh my gosh,” I sat up, watching Carale for a little longer before I came. I pushed her head from between my legs but she kissed my inner thighs hungrily like she wanted more.
As Mischief stood at the side of the bed, I crawled on to help him out of his shirt and unbuckled his pants while pecking him here and there. Once I had him down to his boxers, I forced those down and took him into my mouth. Carale’s cannibal ass undressed as I sucked Mischief’s dick, and then climbed onto her back, pulling my pussy down onto her mouth. I was drunk so my sloppy head was way messier than usual, prompting Mischief to groan while gripping my hair. I loved when he did that.
“Laine, fuck,” he grumbled, turning me on.
I slurped and sucked in between moans because Carale was going in as I sat on her face. Just as I felt Mischief get harder, she pushed me onto my back and then took over. I sat there watching in disbelief as she sucked my man off like she’d been dreaming of this for years.
He watched her calmly, almost bored, but he looked so sexy. As I held back the urge to snatch her up by her hair and throw her out the window, I admired his sexy abs flexing every time he humped her face. I knew she wasn’t doing it the way he liked because of his face. Mischief was a hard man to please in the bed, but I’d learned how to make him happy. Be a slut was the motto.
Finally, he spun her around, and grabbed a condom from his pocket, which alarmed me. He slid it down, and started fucking her from behind, making her moan really loudly. I could tell by the look on her face how good it felt. I recognized those sex faces. She gripped the sheets in her hands, and sometimes she couldn’t even moan because it felt too good, so she just kept her mouth open almost like she was in disbelief.
Her body stiffened as she cried out, then she jerked softly as he fucked her harder, signaling that she’d cum, and hard. As he continued to pound her, causing her to make faces that said she was even more in love with him than before, his eyes landed on me. I sat there on my feet, on the bed, heels still on, watching. The lust he had in his eyes made me smirk, because he wasn’t even focusing on her, yet she was in heaven.
“Come here,” he demanded, pulling out of her and removing the empty condom. Carale collapsed onto her stomach like she was dead. To fuck with him, I shook my head ‘no’. “Come here, baby,” he begged softly, and so fucking sexily.
I crawled to him, and before I even made it, his tattoo-covered hands gripped my small waist to pull me to the edge of the bed so that we were chest to chest. We began kissing passionately and hungrily before he picked me up off the bed. I felt his thick head at my opening, and gasped as he forced his way in.
“Ohh fuck,” he groaned into my neck as I locked my legs around his waist. “This is home.”
He brought me up and down on his dick slowly, filling me up, and I instantly came. He put one of my legs over his shoulders, held my body up with one arm, and then continued to glide in and out of me.
“Shai, shit,” I whimpered as he started to beat it up.
We were standing up but he held me as if I weighed nothing, as his long thick rod pounded my pussy like it was going out of style.
“Tight and wet.” He licked his lips before sucking mine.
“Hey guys?” I heard a voice say but I was too much into getting fucked.
“Look at us,” Mischief said, standing in front of a mirror. “You know how pretty you look getting fucked?” he hammered me faster.
“Ohhh, ahhh, uhh,” I dug my nails into his shoulder blades as I came yet again.
He pinned my body up against the wall, gripped my thighs in his big hands, and proceeded to beat it up mercilessly.
“Mischief,” I heard the voice again as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Whose name is on this pussy?”
“Yo—yoursssss,” I cried as he sucked on my neck.
He delivered a couple more hard magnificent pumps, before we both yelled out and exploded again.
“I love you, Laine.”
“I love you too baby,” I whined, panting heavily as our hearts thumped together.
We began kissing again as he carried me to the bed, still inside of me. We fell down on it, and kept kissing until we finally heard the hotel room door slam.
“Oh shit, I forgot she was here,” I giggled.
“Me too, shit. And I’m usually good with this threesome shit.” He chuckled lowly, kissing my sweaty collarbone. “Her pussy was subpar at best… you’re wild as fuck for that shit.”
“Why did you have a condom in your pocket?”
“I asked Brick for it when we got off the elevator.”
I just nodded and pulled his lips back into mine. Our love-sick asses didn’t even know how to have a threesome right…
Cassandra “Cassie” Benjamin
An hour earlier…
Mischief, Laine, and that hostess bitch had skipped off somewhere. I knew Laine had to be drunk because she didn’t like any women near Mischief unless they were working. I chuckled as I moved my body slowly in Kordell’s lap. I was tired from drinking and showing out to all my favorite songs. I’d danced on my husband so much I felt like he should have thrown some bands my way.
“Hey, sorry, Carale must be on break. Did you guys need anything else?” Kasia, our hostess asked.
“No, I’m fine,” I answered.
“Can I ask you a question bumble bee?” Kordell leaned up.
/> Bumble bee? Lord please shut this man up.
“No, Kordell, stop it.” I gritted into the side of his face before kissing it.
“Sure, Kordell,” Kasia smiled.
“Does all yo’ food go to yo’ ass?”
“Oh my gosh!” I screeched. “Please don’t answer that. I’m sorry, he’s a little high and tipsy.”
“No, it’s okay.” Kasia gathered the empty glasses and walked off. Granted, she was all ass and nothing else, but I felt so bad.
“You ready to go?” Kordell asked, palming my flat stomach as he kissed my exposed shoulder. He looked so good tonight, especially because he hadn’t shaved his facial hair down like he’d planned. It was grown out and scruffy, just the way I liked it.
“Yeah I am.”
He squeezed my thigh so that I could stand up, and then took my hand into his.
“Y’all leaving?” Erynne questioned and I nodded. “Come on.” She smiled at Chaz and stood up. He was kind of twisted, I could see it in his eyes; but as usual, his composure was calm and cool. He bit his lip as his eyes danced over her, before he pulled her down into his lap so that she was straddling him.
Kordell and I continued out, not interested in watching those two possibly fuck drunkenly in the club.
Brick had made it back from escorting Laine and Mischief wherever he’d taken them, so he got us back to our room with only a few fans stopping us so they could get pictures. I was drunk, but not like Laine who didn’t think anybody saw her freaky ass getting fingered while giving her tenth lap dance of the night. Nobody was better for Mischief than her because their personalities were so much alike. I could only imagine how wild little Lanai was gonna be.
“What you wanna do? Or you wanna get right to fucking?” Kordell quizzed, removing his tux jacket and shirt. I took in his sexy toasted vanilla complexion along with all of his tattoos.
“I’m hungry, but we can’t go out.”
I sat down on the bed, and he squatted down to remove my shoes. I loved when he did that because he would massage my feet for a little bit afterwards.
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