Fascination Street

by Bridget Midway

Winta managed to remove the toy dolphin and Evan’s condom while he suited himself with another one. It was then that Zora’s gaze fell upon Art. He took off his shirt and crawled over to her.

  She licked her lips. The first time she and Art were together, he was sweet, kind, nice. Gauging the lust in his eyes, he wanted something more.

  “Did you enjoy Evan earlier?” he asked as he undid his shorts during his crawl.

  Zora nodded but couldn’t take her gaze off of him.

  “Good. I’m going to make you come again.”

  Now naked, Art positioned himself between her legs and licked her pussy with one long swipe. Unlike Brax, Art did know how to please her with his mouth and tongue, darting his tongue inside of her, then flicking her clit.

  And once he sheathed himself, he fucked her like a wild man. His normally composed look transformed to a man possessed. He plunged deep inside of her. Hooking her leg around his arm, he achieved a deeper penetration as he fucked her. Before he would let her come, he pulled out, rolled her over, got her on her hands and knees in front of Grant and took her from behind.

  When Zora glanced at Grant, she saw he was now sitting between Lynia and Winta with Winta’s tits in his face and Lynia’s mouth on his cock.

  “Holy shit!” The scene shouldn’t have made her excited but it did.

  The climax she had this time surpassed the one she achieved with Evan. Falling to the floor, Zora looked behind Grant. Thank goodness she was already on the floor, otherwise her jaw would have had a bigger trip when it dropped down.

  The image she saw of Garland, Evan and Brax shocked her. With Garland on her back, her legs around Evan as he fucked her, Brax was behind Evan, sliding his cock in and out of Evan’s ass.

  She would never have pictured Evan or Brax to be gay. Or did they consider it gay? This was about feeling good. As she watched the trio, she started to understand the level of trust and love this group had for each other. As twisted as it seemed, they were close.

  When Garland, Evan and Brax came together, their screams shattered eardrums as well as the sound barrier. In an exhaustive move, Brax stumbled back from Evan and dropped to the floor, sitting on his backside with his hands on the floor behind him to prop up his upper body. Evan planted sweet kisses all over Garland’s face until the woman actually smiled.

  As everyone’s eyes settled on each other, smiles tugged on their faces until laughter broke out in their small group.

  “Why the hell do we call it toy night?” Winta began. “We ought to call it orgy night.”

  “We have an orgy night,” Brax said.

  “Another one? Is it coming soon?” Zora asked.

  The group laughed again.

  “Shower, then bed?” Art asked as he lazily stroked Zora’s thigh.

  “Who’s bed?” Grant asked, still with Winta on one side and Lynia on the other.

  “Anyone’s you want.” Brax spread his arms out like a game show host showing off a roomful of prizes.

  Zora gazed at her man and smiled. Anyone she wanted. She had Grant, the greatest man in the world. And now she had her pick of other great looking men…and now women. What could be better?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Grant hardly noticed time going by the longer he and Zora stayed on Fascination Street. As much as he’d fought it at first and as strange as it sounded, the neighbors grew on him. Still guarded around them, Grant didn’t want to get too drawn into their lives and their world and be disappointed. He’d been through that before. With Zora in his life now, he felt the love and found the trust that he sought.

  Grant slipped on his shoes and listened to the slow fizz of the shower. Thinking of Zora’s naked body getting wet pumped blood into his cock until he had to shake his head to erase the image. He would much rather stay at home with her than head to work, although, after Garland’s appearance, his mistreatment from Stephanie had stopped. Stephanie must have been afraid that Grant would invite Garland back to verbally pulverize her again.

  The thought alone made him laugh as he headed to the bathroom to give his goodbye. “Going to work today?” he asked at the doorway.

  No answer.

  Grant sighed, strolled to the tub and pulled back the curtain. “Will you two break it up for a minute?”

  In the shower, Winta had her arms wrapped around Zora. They both smiled at him as soap bubbles crawled down their naked bodies. Just seeing the contrast in their skin tones turned Grant on until he couldn’t calm his growing erection.

  “Yes?” Zora asked but didn’t let go of Winta.

  “Are you working today?” he asked again.

  She nodded.

  “Call me.” Grant kissed Zora, then kissed Winta.

  “Have a good day at work,” Winta said as he closed the curtain.

  Grant made it two steps outside of the bathroom, thought about the time and how long he would have before work, then kicked off his shoes. 176

  “Oh, hell, as much overtime as I give that fucking company, I deserve to come in late once in a while.” He stripped off his clothes and pulled back the curtain on the shower again.

  “See, I told you he would be back,” Zora said and winked.

  “Condoms in here?” he asked, then stepped inside.

  “You know I keep a stash in the shampoo caddy.” Zora pulled a string of them out to show him.

  “I can’t stay long.”

  “We know,” the women said in unison.

  He grinned. “God, I love this.”

  They smiled back. “We know.”

  ***

  Thirty minutes later and already five minutes late for work, Grant stumbled out of the house with both Zora and Winta still clawing at him.

  “I have to go,” he said as he pulled his arm away from his eager girlfriend’s grip.

  “Coming home for lunch?” Zora asked.

  He directed his gaze at the duo, Zora with a white towel around her body and Winta standing nude, wearing only a smile and, he hoped, a satisfied expression.

  “Depends. Will you two be here?”

  They nodded. “And maybe we’ll invite Lynia,” Winta followed.

  “Keep lunch warm for me.” Grant winked.

  Racing to his car, he fumbled to get the key in the lock. Didn’t make sense. His house he kept unlocked at all times. His car he secured like he drove a Brinks truck. After tossing his briefcase inside, he backed out of his driveway. It was then he noticed Lynia.

  Naked as always and blindfolded, she stood on the corner, with her hands in cuffs, the morning glow of the rising sun giving her creamy white skin a subtle hue. This time the chain link that connected the cuffs was wrapped at least three times around the Fascination Street sign. In order for the petite woman not to be dangling from her chains, she wore heels that had to have been a good seven inches if not more. Her feet sank into the dewy green grass.

  Grant stopped by her to take in her body. “Good morning, Lynia,” he said.

  She turned her head in the direction of his voice and simply smiled. She must have been instructed not to speak even if spoken to by the neighbors.

  “Have a good day.”

  He sped off and got to work in record time, even if he did walk in the door nearly twenty minutes late.

  Sitting at his desk, Grant peered over his computer monitor to see if Queen Bitch decided to chew him out about his tardiness. He hadn’t meant to be late. And in all of the time he’d worked here, he’d never been late. Then again, he’d never gotten up and had two beautiful women taking a shower together.

  The more he thought about how they all had sex together, the more his cock grew until he had to push himself closer to his desk to hide his hard-on.

  “You hear Darth Vader’s theme music?” Solomon, one of Grant’s co-workers, said as he poked his head over the cubicle wall. “Stephanie’s on the warpath.”

  Solomon slinked down. Taking a hard swallow, Grant hoped the woman would call him back to her office. He had to calm himself down before he
could even stand up.

  The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. A chill ran through his body. She was behind him. He didn’t have to look to know. Looking in his computer screen, he saw her reflection. Stephanie stared at him but said nothing. The anticipation was killing him. He held his breath until she spoke…to his co-worker.

  “Solomon, your desk is a pig sty. We have executives who walk through here daily. Clean it up now,” she said.

  Waiting for his tongue-lashing, Grant’s body tightened. When he heard angry footsteps marching away from him, he relaxed and turned his gaze to the retreating steps. Stephanie left without saying a word to him. He’d come in late and she let him go.

  Solomon peered his head around his cubicle, his trashcan in his hand. “How is it that you stroll in here whenever you want and she doesn’t say dick to you. I had a coffee cup sitting on my desk and all of the sudden I’m the company slob?”

  Grant watched Stephanie as she ducked into her office. She held her door to close it when their gazes met briefly. If he wasn’t mistaken, Stephanie looked like she gasped before finally slamming her door.

  “Since that chick came in for you and chewed Steph out, she hasn’t been the same around you.” Solomon tossed some assorted papers into the can. “Who was she anyway?”

  “My neighbor,” Grant said and returned his attention back to his computer.

  “That hot chick was your neighbor? Man, why can’t I be you?”

  As Grant snickered at the statement, even he saw the appeal of his new life. His life, as he saw, was moving up.

  ***

  “New hairstyle?” Inez asked Zora.

  Cleaning out one of the pet kennels, Zora wasn’t in the mood to play ‘Twenty Questions’ with her co-worker. But she didn’t snap at the young woman.

  “No,” Zora said and tossed the old newspaper.

  “New facial cleanser?”

  Zora inhaled the floral scent of the spray cleaner she used to wipe down the inside walls of the steel cage.

  “Can’t be a new outfit.”

  “Why are you asking me these questions?” Zora finally asked as she lined the cleaned cage with fresh newspapers.

  “Because you’re glowing more than usual. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you’re either pregnant or got a little something before you came into work.”

  Keeping her back to Inez, Zora smiled. She had more than just a little something. Having both Grant and Winta to start her morning put her above cloud nine. But she was brought down to earth with a hard thud as soon as she walked through the door.

  Being a shampoo girl for dogs wasn’t her life. She wanted more. She craved more. If she thought that they could afford to live in their house without her income, Zora would have quit a long time ago. But she felt stuck. Trapped.

  “Well?” Inez asked, snapping Zora out of her thoughts.

  “What?” Zora washed her hands.

  “What’s your secret?”

  She wiped her hands on her jeans and said on the way out of the room, “Frustration.”

  Julie had offered Zora the chance to leave at noon if she wanted. Time to take her up on her offer. On her way home, she made a phone call to someone she never thought she would ask for help. Garland.

  The phone rang three times before it was answered.

  “Starrett residence,” Evan’s baritone voice announced when he picked up the phone.

  “Evan, hi. It’s Zora. Is Garland at home?”

  “Off working and in meetings all day. Something I can help you with?”

  She thought for a while. Zora wanted to know how it was that Garland got whatever she wanted in life. How could Zora be more like that?

  “I don’t think so,” she replied.

  “Sure? I’m a pretty good listener. At least that’s what my wife tells me.” He laughed.

  Not wanting to totally discount his words of wisdom, Zora said, “I’m on my way home. I’ll come over and see you before Grant gets home for lunch.”

  “Cool. See you in a bit, butterfly.”

  Ten minutes later Zora pulled up to her house. She parked her truck and walked over to Evan’s house, walking straight inside instead of ringing the bell or knocking.

  “Hello?” she called out into the immaculate home.

  “In the kitchen.”

  She followed the voice to the kitchen, the place where she’d had sex with Evan on numerous occasions with Garland watching them. Zora never thought being watched during sex could be exciting. But her skin prickled thinking about it.

  Evan had two place settings set up on the butcher block kitchen island. The plates held leafy green salads with a lemon wedge on the side. They each had a glass of water and a bowl of fruit. But Zora couldn’t take her eyes off of Evan’s naked physique.

  “I called Garland to let her know you were coming over,” Evan said, then gave her a quick welcoming kiss that was the standard welcome for the residents on Fascination Street. “What about you? Did you call your man?”

  “No, I didn’t think I would be here very long.”

  Evan flashed her a disappointed look. “You should always tell your man where you are and what you’re doing so he doesn’t worry.” He picked up his cordless phone from the wall-mounted cradle and handed it to her. “Now sit your cute self down. We’ll eat when you’re done.”

  “My car is in the driveway. He’ll know I’m home if he comes home for lunch.” She clutched the phone in her hand and stared down her naked confidante.

  “Call. No excuses.” His booming voice shook the table.

  Zora huffed and punched in Grant’s cell phone number. He answered on the first ring.

  “I’m about two minutes away,” Grant said without acknowledging who it was.

  Zora was calling from Garland and Evan’s phone so their number would have shown up on his Caller I.D. Grant must have been so anxious that he ignored the display.

  “I’m over at Evan’s talking with him for a bit,” Zora began.

  “What? But I thought--”

  She winced at his disappointed tone. “I know, baby.”

  In a low voice, Evan asked. “Was he expecting you home?”

  She nodded but kept her attention to Grant.

  “I’m sure Winta is on her way over if she’s not there already.”

  “But I wanted to see you too,” Grant said.

  “Tell him you’ll have a surprise waiting for him when he gets home,” Evan said and walked out of the kitchen.

  She wondered what he meant. Evan picked up what Zora had started calling the secret sex phone and punched in one speed dial number.

  “Yeah, need you to head to Grant and Zora’s for a little afternoon delight.” Evan nodded. “Got it.” Then he closed the phone.

  “Um, you’ll come home to a surprise, baby,” Zora said.

  “I will?” Grant’s questioning tone matched her confused thoughts. What did Evan have in mind for her boyfriend?

  “Yeah. Have fun, baby. I love you.”

  “Love you too, sweetie.”

  She disconnected the call, then strolled to the living room to look out of the window. At the same time, Lynia and Winta came out of their homes and strolled across the street to Zora’s house. As soon as they hit the front door, Grant pulled into the driveway. He barely closed his car door as he raced to the house to greet the women.

  “Yeah, I guess he will be taken care of,” Zora mused when the trio closed the door behind themselves.

  Instead of feeling jealous or angry, Zora felt a sense of relief. The fact that her neighbors had her back comforted her even though how they supported her was a bit unusual.

  “Now that that’s been taken care of, let’s enjoy our lunch and you can get whatever it is that’s weighing on your mind off your chest, butterfly.” Evan led Zora back to the kitchen and helped her to her seat.

  “Why do you call me butterfly?” she asked. Zora lifted her sterling silver fork and was amazed by the heft of it.
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  “Because in you, I can see your metamorphosis. You are changing right before our eyes and, sister, I think it’s beautiful.” He clinked his glass of water against her glass.

  “I haven’t changed.” Zora kept her eyes down.

  “Oh, so I guess you’ve always had sex with different men at the same time. And I’m sure you were sleeping with women even before you hit this ‘hood, right?”

  Her cheeks flamed in embarrassment.

  “And I suppose your diet was all your idea but you just needed Brax to remind you about it, right?”

  “Do you give Garland this hard of a time when she’s with you or am I stuck with the privilege today?” She stabbed the tines of her fork into her salad and lifted a hunk of spinach.

  “Don’t let the truth hurt you, baby.” He snickered.

  “Awful strong words for a man sitting naked in his wife’s house.”

  That statement made Evan hover his fork over his food and shoot Zora an icy stare. “My wife and I bought this house together. Let’s get that straight right now. So are you going to tell me what your problem is or are you going to keep taking digs at my life and my lifestyle because I have better things to do today.”

  Zora had never heard Evan sound so stern. This was the same man who’d carried her into a pond and jumped in the water with her to wash the ants off of her body. So why was she treating him so horribly after he made a nice spread for her and accommodated her man?

  Zora sighed. “I’m sorry, Evan. I’m not great company right now and I shouldn’t take it out on you.” She stood. “I’m going to go home and--” She stopped when she realized that Grant’s ménage-a-trois may still be going on in her home. “I’ll drive around a bit and just go home later.”

  Evan’s strong hand on top of hers stilled her. “Stay and at least eat your lunch. You look like you could use a good meal.”

  Zora smiled a bit but still didn’t sit down.

  Evan said, “I see you and Lynia walking in the mornings. Don’t lose too much weight. I like your tits, thighs and ass.”

  She laughed and this time took her seat.

  “So what is it that you wanted to talk to my wife about that you didn’t think I would understand? Is it a female thing?”