by Robinson, Cheryl; Smith, Meta; King, Joy; Parks, Electa Rome
“He’s in love with you and you don’t even know who he is?”
“Do you know how many of these fools are in love with me? Narrow it down.”
“He has a small dick.”
“Keep narrowing.”
“A real small one. He sells BMWs at Euro World.”
“Itty,” she said, twisting her nose. “How did you manage to work with that little string bean dick? It just slips right out of me.” She locked the door.
“A lot of faking.”
“I make a living from performing, but with Itty it’s only so much acting I can do,” Black Exotica said as she walked over to the sofa, where she plopped down and crossed her shapely legs while eyeing me seductively. “Besides, I’m more into women.” She patted the empty spot beside her. “And it’s nothing better than getting some pussy after I’ve just had some dick. Come over her and let me show you.”
“Oh, I’m not like that.”
“No one said you had to be. All I want you to do is sit beside me.”
I hesitated before reluctantly walking over to her.
“The only way a man is going to see my body is if he pays me. If he wants to touch me, he’s going to pay even more. And if he wants to put his slimy worm inside my precious hole,” she said as she used two fingers to spread open her pussy, “then I’m getting his whole damn paycheck because I don’t even want a man.” She picked up my index finger and inserted it deep inside of her, guiding it in and out. My finger was soaked with her juices. “Your hands are so soft and your fingers are so delicate. Men just want to stab me with theirs.” When she let her hand go, I continued to wiggle my finger inside of her. She dropped her head back and then turned to face me. She caressed the side of my face with the back of her hand. “I don’t want your man; I’d rather have you.” I pulled out my finger. “Don’t be frightened. Be open to new experiences.” She put my finger back, and I continued wiggling it inside of her. She leaned toward my face in an attempt to kiss me but I drew back.
“I’m not like that.”
“You’re not?” she asked with laughter as she looked between her legs. “Are you sure? You seem to be enjoying it just as much as I am. Have you ever been with a woman?” I shook my head. “Because once you do that…you really won’t go back.”
“I just came here to talk about Edward.” I took my finger out again.
“I don’t want your little man. Girl, I only messed with him for the money. For me, it’s all about money. And we could make a lot of it if we did a porno together. We could call it—the schoolteacher learns a new lesson.”
“He told you that I was a teacher?”
“He didn’t have to,” she said, pulling my hair from its bun, then taking off my glasses. “You have long, pretty hair that’s perfect for tugging.” She ran her fingers through my strands as she slid over closer to me. Her hands crept underneath my top, unsnapped the front fasten to my 38D cups, and started juggling them. “Wouldn’t you love to go back and tell your man that you got with me? That you’d done something that he couldn’t, which was made me come?” She got onto her knees on the sofa then, in front of me, grinding her “precious hole” over my nipples while she squeezed both of my breasts together. “Are you going to let me eat your pussy?”
“I have to go,” I said as I stopped her from using my breasts to jack off with.
She slid her knees off the sofa onto the floor and began kissing the fabric between my legs. Her long stiff tongue rode up my zipper and struck a nerve that caused me momentary pleasure. She untied the drawstring to my linen pants, pulled down my zipper with her teeth and began fingering me through the material of my panties until they became soaking wet. She snatched off my pants and panties.
How did this evening turn out this way? I wondered. I’d come to Club Flirt to confront my man, but now I was in Black Exotica’s dressing room sitting on her sofa with my bra unfastened and my top pulled up, exposing my bare breasts. I was completely naked from the waist down, and the star stripper had just started drilling her long pierced tongue inside of me, her head bobbing up and down. This was wrong and I knew it. It went against everything I morally believed in, yet I couldn’t stop her because she was making me feel too good to end it.
She stopped for a second and looked up at me. Her lips were dripping wet with my pussy juices. “I’m not going to stop until I turn you all the way out,” she said.
I pushed her head back down between my legs so she could continue doing what Edward never would…at least not to me. My eyes closed for a minute. I felt in control and realized that was how men must have felt when they were getting head. My cell phone started ringing from inside my purse. It stopped after several rings and then started back up again. That’s when I struggled to come to my senses. “I have to go. I have people waiting for me outside in the car.” I stood, pulled up my soaking wet panties and my pants, fastened my bra, pulled down my top, and started pinning my hair up.
“But we were just getting started. I have so much more in store for my virgin.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a big mistake,” I said as I made my way to the door.
“Mistakes don’t taste that good. You’ll be back.”
I unlocked the door, rushed out of her dressing room and the club to get back to my car.
“Well, what happened?” Nancy asked.
“Did you tell her ass off?” Veronda asked.
My heart was pounding a million miles a second. I shook my head. I was too afraid to talk because I wasn’t good at lying. I pulled out of the parking lot.
“What’s that smell?” Veronda asked. “Smells like fish.” Both Veronda and Nancy let their windows down.
“I don’t smell anything.” I tried to focus on the road but my mind was back in Black Exotica’s dressing room wondering what it would have felt like if I had let her go all the way.
“He left hell when he left me,” I said aloud as I entered the house and slammed the door leading from the garage. I tossed my purse on the sofa and walked through our bedroom to the bathroom. I had to take a shower and wash that fish smell away. I stepped out of my clothes and put on a shower cap. I turned on the shower, adjusting the setting so the water would run out warm, then stepped in. I watched as the water beaded on my dark skin.
Black women hate to get their hair wet, so I decided to prove to myself that water was not our kryptonite. I pulled off the shower cap, removed the bobby pins from my hair, and stepped underneath the shower head with my eyes closed. I smiled. This wasn’t so bad, especially since I was getting my hair done the next day. I was feeling sexy and free. My man wasn’t all that, and now our breakup was going to allow me to look for one that was. I cupped my breasts and squeezed them tightly as I slid my hand between my precious hole. The hair down there had gotten long enough to braid; it was time to shave again—time to become a bare naked lady. My index finger wiggled inside my opening. In and out…in and out…the way I’d done Black Exotica. But that only frustrated me because it wasn’t nothing like the real thing.
I felt soap suds on my back, but I didn’t know where they were coming from. Then two hands were placed firmly on my shoulder, turning me around to face a tall muscular man who had to be a figment. He had a tattoo on his chest of a long red arrow pointing down to his dick. He didn’t have a “slimy worm.” He had a dangerous python that was hissing for me.
“Are you real?” I asked.
“Do I look real?”
I nodded.
“Jump on me and see if I feel real.”
We started kissing passionately, and then he sat on the shower bench and pulled me toward him. I started to climb on him but he turned me around so I sat on his snake while he spread my ass apart. I began bouncing on him. It was what I had needed. There was no way I was gay. I’d had too much to drink and so I let Black Exotica take advantage of me. But who was this man who suddenly appeared in my shower, strapped. Had he followed me from the strip club?
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bsp; “Where did you come from?” I asked right before my home phone rang. I bounced off his dick, and on the way back down my ass fell flat against the marble shower seat. He’d vanished. I shook my head. This was why I didn’t go out drinking.
My phone was still ringing. I didn’t bother with an answering machine, figuring if a call was important enough, they’d call back, but this person wouldn’t hang up. I rushed into the bedroom and picked up the phone, hoping it was Edward calling to tell me that he’d come to his senses and that he was on his way home, because even though he had a little one, little ones were better than none at all.
“I got your message about wanting to come visit me for the summer,” my sister said. “But what about Edward?”
“What about him? He’s history.”
“Are you serious? You finally took your garbage out. I hope you dumped him on the side of the road.”
I sighed. “Can I come for a visit and stay with you?”
“Girl, I been begging you to come visit me for years. Of course you can.”
“I’ll be there next week. I just need to go the salon for a touchup and to Vision Matters for my contacts.”
New Girl in Town
I arrived at Dallas–Fort Worth airport on a Saturday with nothing but the clothes on my back, because the ones I left behind in my closet weren’t fit for the adventure I was going on. My sister and her boyfriend were a little late picking me up, which didn’t surprise me because my sister was late for most things except her job with the Dallas Police Department. She’d made detective a few years back and had the exciting task of investigating murders. I sat outside the terminal reading the Dallas Morning News. On the front page was a story about the Black Widow serial killer. She’d killed five men in Texas over the last two summers, mostly in Dallas.
After about a twenty minute wait, my sister and her boyfriend pulled up. He was driving a black Escalade with fancy rims. I didn’t know much about my sister’s man…just that his name was Tony. I was shocked when I saw his physique because usually my sister’s men were fit like her. But Tony had a little more than a few extra pounds. But even though he was wide, he didn’t have a big stomach. He was wearing shorts and showing off his chicken legs, which I found to be hilarious, but I could tell he was nice, and doubted that it was his personality that hooked my sister. Had to be something I couldn’t see.
On the ride to her home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Black Exotica. It bothered me that I could still feel her tongue swirling around my pussy.
“I’m taking you to my book club meeting tonight,” my sister said to me. “You’ll have fun. The girls are so crazy, and the book we’re discussing is off the chain.”
“What’s the name of it?” I asked.
“In Too Deep. It’s erotic.”
“In Too Deep,” Tony said, looking over at my sister. “What’s that about?”
“Men like you…men who are well-endowed.”
“And women say men have a one-track mind,” Tony said. “You women are no different.”
“Some of us aren’t. You’re right, baby,” my sister said.
My sister and I made a detour and went shopping for some sexy clothes to wear to Club Knubian Fantaciez, a male strip club, where the book club members were all going later that evening, and because I hadn’t brought any clothes, I picked up several outfits. By the time we left the mall in our new outfits and headed to the book club meeting in someone’s home, we were late. On the ride there, my sister filled me in on some of the members. Most, but not all, were DPD officers, and a few, like my sister, were detectives. The meeting was only supposed to last for a couple of hours, and then we were hitting the strip club to follow along with the theme of the book.
“I’m too ready to discuss this book,” my sister said, clutching her copy as we entered. In so many ways my sister and I were night and day. She’d always been the life of the party, while I’d been the shy one.
“You’re an hour late,” one of the ladies said as she walked from the kitchen into the living room carrying a bowl of chips. “We already started talking about the book, finished talking about the book, and now we’re on to something else and almost ready to go to the strip club.”
“Well, start over,” my sister said. “I was the one who was supposed to introduce the damn book, and you already started talking about something else…let me guess…why are men such dogs?”
“No matter what book we discuss, don’t they always find a way to ease that topic back into our discussion?” one of the other ladies said. “I see you brought along a friend.” She smiled in my direction.
“I brought my sister.”
“Hi, sis,” the same young lady said.
“Hello,” I said with a smile.
“I’m Melony. Your sister and I go way back. We were in the academy together.”
“What did I miss?” my sister asked as she hurried to take her seat on the sofa next to Melony. I stood, since there were no available seats, but another young lady rushed from the kitchen and handed me a bar stool.
“Karen was telling us about that man she met online—the excop who she asked us about a while back.”
“Oh, yeah, I didn’t know him when he was with the department,” my sister said. “Whatever happened with him?”
Funny, when you’re going through the heartbreak and pain of losing someone you truly loved, it’s always a little easier to handle when you know you’re not alone.
“Let me get your sister caught up. I met this man on the Internet about a year and a half ago. That was my first mistake. Never go online to meet a man for anything other than sex because that’s what those cyberspace men are looking for. While they’re dating you, they keep their profiles up, and still meet women. I would wake up at three o’clock in the morning just to find him surfing the Net.”
“What did he say he was doing?” I asked.
“He said he was doing research…as much research as he did at that time every morning he needed to have a damn doctorate degree.”
“So you think he was still meeting women online?” I asked.
“Do I think? He was meeting women online and visiting porno sites. He was doing a little bit of everything. I knew something wasn’t right about him. First of all, the photo he had was of him standing in a real nice kitchen with stainless steel appliances and a large island in the center. The profile said he lived in Plano, and usually that means you have a little money, am I right?” The ladies nodded. “Well, I never got to see his house in Plano because as soon as we started talking on the phone, he told me that he had to move out of that house because he was renting and the owner decided to sell.”
“In other words, he got evicted,” Melony said.
“Pretty much. First red flag, but I looked past all that because by that time we’d met in person and I was really attracted to him, things were all good, or so I thought. He rented a U-Haul truck and wanted me to help him move. Now, if you’re just now moving out of your house, why was all your shit already in storage? Second red flag.”
“Stop,” said one of the other ladies, who was milling in and out of the kitchen. “Did he fuck you so good that you lost all sense of reason? Did you let him get in too deep?” We all laughed at her play on the book title.
“Girl, we hadn’t even had sex yet, which was why I thought this man was not like all the others. And he wasn’t. He was worse.”
“Karen, can you make a long story short?” Melony asked.
“Not this one…no. I want all the women in here to beware of him and men like him. This man did things differently. He took me to Shreveport to meet his parents. We spent the holidays together. He cooked for me, fixed the viruses on my computer, but he was also online on several dating Web sites with about twenty aliases, trying to meet other women.”
“And if the woman is fool enough to fall for it, is that his fault?” Melony asked. “I’m tired of women crying that men have done them wrong. You all are the fools that mess with t
he men who you already know aren’t shit.”
“Well, Melony, maybe you’re being a little impatient because you’re not a woman who has to worry about something like that ever happening to you,” Karen said.
“You damn straight I don’t.”
I figured she told Melony that she never had to worry about that happening to her because Melony was very attractive. Not that pretty women don’t get hurt—look at Halle Berry—but I guess when they do, it might not take them as long to bounce back into another relationship.
“You’ve already told half of us this at least a dozen times. It’s time to move on. What is our motto, ladies?”
“Move on to bigger and better things,” we all said; I’d heard that motto from my sister.
“Let me help you get to the punch line,” Melony continued, “He convinced you to put a car in your name for him and he never paid one note. The two of you built a house. Once again, it was in your name, he lived there, and never paid a dime, but was telling people it was his house. The utilities were getting shut off every other month.”
“I worked my ass off, had to borrow from my 401(k), take out a home equity loan just to keep us afloat. He kept saying he was about to close on this house or that house, and never closed on one, or if he did, I never saw any money come through.”
“And was he cheating too?” I asked.
“What do you think? That part goes without saying. Yes, he was cheating on me with a twenty-five-year-old who told me that he drove to her job and picked her up in the car I financed when it still had the temporary tag on the window.”
“Mmm,” I said, shaking my head, because oh how I could relate.
“He didn’t have any male friends,” Karen continued. “Every last one of his friends was female. And he used to say, ‘I need to tell you in advance that in my line of work I mainly deal with women because most of the real estate agents are females, so don’t get jealous if I’m talking to a woman from time to time because it’s business.’”