The Pleasure Zone

by Cairo

  His dick throbbed.

  His balls ached.

  Nairobia’s lashes fluttered, but she managed to keep her lids nearly shut; just enough so Lamar would be none the wiser. That she knew he was there. That she felt his eyes on her, his gaze brushing over her breasts, lingering on her nipples, skittering over her rippling belly, latching onto her clit, so wet, so sensitive, so ready.

  She felt the heat.

  Felt the burn.

  Lamar’s gaze flickered as his eyes caressed her wet flesh, her fingers splashing in and out of her slit. He found himself fantasizing. Imagining the satiny feel of her soft hands on his hard dick, stroking up and down his pulsing shaft. He imagined the feel of her silky mouth as he fed her his dick, filling her jaws with his babies.

  Then suspicion crept up his spine, and his mind started to race.

  Why the fuck was this broad propped up on her desk like that, diddling in her cunt, with the door ajar for fuck’s sake? Had she wanted to be seen? Was this some twisted fuckery she’d staged? Had she known he was coming up to speak to her?

  The thought, the possibility, made his blood boil.

  Nairobia moaned, and the heat roiling through his veins instantly went from anger to a smoldering want. He felt the urge to grab at his dick, to pull it out, and stroke it. He needed some pussy, some head, some ass…something before he fucked around and caught a rape charge.

  This shit he was doing was…creepy as fuck!

  Yet, there he stood. His imagination taking him places he hadn’t wanted to travel. His gaze simmering with a desire he’d never known possible.

  In that instant, he hated her for that. For fucking with his resolve. For having him so fucking aroused that the head of his dick leaked, soaking a wet stain in his boxer briefs. This scandalous bitch was trying to incite an orgasm inside his pants without even trying. Or was she?

  Trying to have him go caveman on her ass, kicking in the door, dragging her off that pussy-stained desk by her fucking hair, then bending her over and pounding the shit out of her from behind?

  Was that what she wanted?

  His dick rammed between her sweet, bouncy cheeks?

  He groaned again, this time low in his throat.

  It was bad enough his dick was overly sensitive from all the blood rushing to it. Now his fucking jeans were sliding against the head making it nearly impossible to keep from busting all over himself.

  He needed to spin off. Get away from the door. Now.

  Move, muhfucka, he told himself.

  As if hearing his thoughts, Nairobia spread her legs wider and moaned again, this time much louder, more urgent, her fingers plunging deep inside her cunt with unrelenting strokes. Her hips thrashed.

  And Lamar…well, he did what any straight, horny, curious motherfucker would do.

  Stood there.

  Waited to see what would happen next.

  Nairobia’s fingers went deeper in her cunt. And he smelled the heady, wet scent of her arousal.

  “Come fuck me, my love…mmm…ooooh, ja, ja, ja…”

  Lamar’s body stiffened. Wait? Was she talking to him? Had she seen him all along, lurking?

  Was she purposefully enticing him?

  “Mmmm…fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck mijn kut…oooh…yes, yes, yessss…lick mijn kut…uhhh…”

  Lamar groaned inwardly again, and forced himself to remember the girl he had at home—well, home at her own crib, waiting for him. Still, it did nothing for the raw itch he had to push open the door and drag Nairobia to the edge of her desk, throw her legs up over his broad shoulders, and sink his dick deep into that perfectly tight-looking pussy of hers.

  He swallowed. Cursed under his breath. Leave now, muhfucka! Spin off. Go home to your girl and fuck her brains out.

  “Oooh…I’m so wet…so horny…mmmmmm…”

  Her catlike purring made his dick hard all over again, seized him by the balls, igniting his blood. She had his pulse racing. Had him breathing so hard he could hardly see straight. Lamar swallowed against the lust and took a step back. He had to bounce now before his dick—the shit felt heavy, like it was filled with cement—caused him to do something he’d regret later.

  There were only two options.

  To fuck, or not to fuck…

  Nairobia increased the tempo of her fingers over her clit.

  Lamar cursed under his breath again. Then eased back from the door. He was leaving, but not the same way he’d come in—with a hard, throbbing dick.

  Nairobia cried out. Her body thrashed. Adrenaline spiked, searing through her body as she orgasmed.

  She was determined to have the sexy, rugged, bouncer/bodyguard/pussy punisher in her bed, and between her sultry thighs. Oh, yes. Lamar was going to be a deliciously painful challenge. One she was determined to conquer. Patience, she warned herself. Reel him in slowly. She just needed to ensure he stayed around long enough for the ride.

  Her trembling cunt clutched around her fingers. She grinned, closing her eyes, and moaning. She swore she’d own him, his cock…and that beautiful mouth of his.

  If it was the last thing she ever did…

  TWENTY-NINE

  Nairobia whisked inside the entrance of Nappy No More II, lifting her shades over her head. She greeted Zeus with customary air-kisses. “Hey, diiiiiva,” he cooed, getting up and assessing her attire. Once again, she’d come in and slayed him with another scrumptious handbag. Dior. And he was sick with envy.

  But she gave him life every time she served him.

  “Oooh, yass, boo, yass. You are too fabulous.”

  Nairobia smiled at his exaggerated antics. She found him simply adorable. Her mind wandered to the left, and she found herself wondering what his lean, toned body looked like underneath that little skimpy top and those skinny jeans. Her filthy mind flooded with salacious thoughts, trying to imagine him naked in a set of heels with his cock hanging between his legs. She wondered if he had a long, smooth cock, a short stumpy one, or if it was the size of an itty-bitty sausage link.

  Oh how she adored him, in all his femininity. She swallowed. She wanted to lick over his cock like a clitoris. Oh, how scandalous. She should be ashamed of herself wondering and thinking such filthy thoughts.

  Her lips curled into a naughty grin. “Zeus, my love. It’s always so good to see you.”

  He smiled wide. “You, too. Pasha should be coming out shortly. She should be finishing up with her eleven o’clock.” Nairobia glanced at the time. It was quarter-to-twelve. She was fifteen minutes early.

  “No, worries, my love. I can wait,” she said, pulling out her buzzing phone.

  “I’m going on a quick break. I’ll be right outside if you need anything,” he said, before grabbing his designer backpack, then sashaying his way out of the door.

  Nairobia answered her phone on the third ring. “Hello.”

  “I wanna see you. Make time for me.”

  She felt her body heat. “Sorry, MarSell, my darling. I’m out of town.”

  He groaned. “Damn. How long?”

  She’d come out to California to meet with her agent, then spend some needed office time at her production company. Things were getting busy there, and she wanted to have her finger on the pulse of everything happening with the production and release of several new porn titles. It was Monday, and she knew she had to—unfortunately, return back to the East Coast by Thursday early evening, before the doors to The Pleasure Zone opened.

  She sighed. “Not until sometime Thursday.”

  “Oh, aiight. Damn. Where are you?”

  She frowned. This business of being asked her whereabouts did not sit well with her. Was he trying to keep tabs on her? Or was he simply asking because he genuinely wanted to know?

  “I’m in L.A.,” she told him.

  Marcel grinned on the other end the phone. “Shit. That’s even better. I have some business out there later on in the week. I’ll just fly out earlier than planned. I’ll have my pilot fuel up, and be there by ten o’cloc
k your time.”

  Nairobia blinked. “MarSell, my love. You can do whatever your heart desires.” But that did not mean he’d be doing her.

  He lowered his voice. “Does that include you, baby?”

  She smiled. “Not tonight, mijn liefde.”

  Now tomorrow?

  Maybe…

  Nairobia spotted Pasha walking toward the front of the salon with a strikingly exotic-looking woman, who looked almost Indian, holding a baby in her arm. Her skin was the color of cinnamon, and she was holding the hand of a caramel-skinned boy with a head full of curly hair. The little boy looked to be about four or five, and—with the exception of their different skin tones, bore a remarkable resemblance to the woman.

  “Yeah—”

  Nairobia cut Marcel off. “I have to go. Call me when you land.”

  She ended the call, sliding her phone down into the inside pocket of her bag.

  Pasha met her gaze, and smiled. “Hey, Nairobia, girl. I’ll be right with you.”

  “No rush, my love,” she said, eyeing the woman with her as they made their way to the reception desk. Their eyes met, and the woman’s gaze ran over Nairobia’s body, before she smiled. She didn’t need an introduction to know who Nairobia was. She’d found her husband’s stash of porn before they were married, and a few times they’d watched some of her movies together. Then clawed at one another like two wild beasts, fucking until the sun rose.

  The little boy looked at Nairobia and smiled, waving.

  Nairobia smiled and waved back. “He’s beautiful.”

  The woman smiled, then looked down at her son. “Thanks.”

  “Mommy, that lady over there,” he said, pointing over at Nairobia, “is pretty like you.” She glanced back over at Nairobia, then said, “She is, isn’t she?”

  “Can I kiss her?” the little boy asked.

  Nairobia almost choked on her saliva. She said she liked to train them up young, but goodness. It seemed like he was already getting his training from home.

  “Boy, no, you’re not kissing her.”

  “Then can I kiss her toes, like Daddy does yours?”

  “Boy, no. Don’t have me smack you butt. What I tell you about that. You can’t go around puttin’ ya lips up on everyone, especially strangers. And you better not let me catch you sucking on anyone’s damn toes. You hear me?”

  He nodded, then looked back at Nairobia. “But she’s sexy, Mommy.”

  Nairobia blinked back her shock at hearing that.

  Pasha shook her head in disbelief. “Ohmigod, girl, how old is he again?”

  “Four going on twenty-four.”

  Pasha laughed. “Well, what in the world does he know about someone being sexy? And toe-kissing?”

  The woman sucked her teeth. “He hears his father’s dumb-ass sayin’.” She shook her head. “I keep tellin’ Alex stop talkin’ around him like that, but he thinks that shit’s cute. He’s got him too damn grown.”

  “Mommy, no bad words, okay?”

  Nairobia eyed the little boy. He had diamond studs in both ears and a fancy watch way too expensive for a boy his age. His mother looked down at him, rubbing her hand over the top of his curls. “Yes, Zaire. Mommy’s sorry.”

  Zaire, Nairobia thought. What a beautiful name for a little boy.

  Nairobia’s gaze locked on the infant boy in the woman’s arms, drooling and cooing and staring at her over his mother’s shoulder. He was a little ball of milk chocolate that made her want to go over and ask to hold him.

  Nairobia gave him a little finger wave, and he squealed, bouncing himself up and down in his mother’s arms. She shifted him. He bounced and squealed again, laughing. The woman glanced over her shoulder, then cooed, “Boobie-bear, what you laughin’ at, huh? Who you see over there, huh?” He squealed again, trying to twist back around to look over her shoulder.

  “He’s gorgeous,” Nairobia finally said. “How old is he?”

  She smiled, her eyes glowing with love. “Thanks. He’s six months.”

  Nairobia returned the smile. “You have a beautiful family.”

  “Thanks.” She turned her attention back to Pasha, and dug her wallet out of her purse. She pulled out a credit card, handing it to Zeus who was talking on his smartphone.

  “Oh, before I forget,” Pasha said. “Nairobia, this is my realtor Katrina. She’s the one responsible for finding me this place.”

  Nairobia smiled. “Nice.” She asked her how long she’d been in real estate.

  “Four years,” she said.

  “Katrina, this is Nairobia. She recently opened a club back in New York. The Pleasure Zone.”

  Katrina regarded Nairobia with a smile, then said, “I’ve heard of it. My girl back home, that’s all she talks about. She has a membership. And trust, she’s gettin’ her money’s worth.”

  Nairobia smiled. “I’m glad she’s enjoying the club’s…amenities. We aim to keep people coming back.”

  Katrina smirked. “Girl, Chanel’s hot ass is a freak. She’d come over a trash bag if you let her.”

  Pasha laughed as she handed back her credit card, then handed her the receipt to sign.

  “Mommy, can I take my baby brother to Trisha’s birthday party?”

  “No, sweetie,” she said, handing her signed copy back to Pasha. “You’re not takin’ your brotha wit’ you.” She stuffed her wallet and the receipt down in her bag.

  “How come, Mommy? I want Cassie to see him.”

  “He’s not goin’, hun. Now stop askin’ me. And who is this Cassie chick?”

  “My other girlfriend,” he answered.

  “Whaat?” she shrieked. “What other girlfriend? How many you think you have?”

  He counted off on his little fingers, then said, “Six.”

  She yanked his hand. “Girl, let me get out of here before I have a stroke.”

  Pasha chuckled. “Bye, girl. You’re gonna have your hands full with him. He’s definitely gonna be a heartbreaker.”

  She sucked her teeth, dragging him toward the door. “Girl, please. His lil’ fresh butt gonna have me put a lock on it. He on his way to becoming a manwhore if I don’t watch him closely.”

  The little boy looked back at Nairobia and waved. Then did the unthinkable.

  He blew her a kiss as he walked out of the door.

  Nairobia clutched her neck. “Oh, my.”

  Pasha laughed. “Girl, that one right there is too much. C’mon back so I can lay my hands in that luscious hair.”

  Nairobia smiled. “Pasha, my darling, you can lay your hands wherever you like. For the next hour, I’m all yours…”

  THIRTY

  “Yo, we need to talk.”

  Nairobia looked up to see Lamar standing in the doorway of her office two days later. His tone was even, his face expressionless. But behind his dark shades, his dark-chocolate orbs were filled with lust. He didn’t know what the hell was going on with him. It was like the more he was around her, the more drawn he was to her.

  He knew it was all kinds of wrong, which is why he hadn’t gone out to L.A. with her. He needed to put some distance between them. Keep their interactions strictly at the club. If she needed protecting outside of the club, he’d decided to assign one of his partners for the job.

  The shit with her was fucking up his flow. Had his mind all over the place.

  And that vision he had of her up on her desk playing with herself didn’t help any. He played that night over and over in his head nonstop, his dick hardening at the imagery stamped in his brain.

  Lamar was pissed at himself for not having better control over the situation. He’d never let a broad get up in his head the way Nairobia had in such a short time. She had to be into some sort of voodoo bullshit, witchcraft, or some other type of trickery to have him becoming obsessed with her. He was certain of it. The bitch was a sorceress.

  She just had to be.

  He also blamed his weakening resolve on the lack of pussy and head in his life lately. It’d been fou
r days since he’d last bust a nut. Thanks to his girl being on the rag. He always loved fucking his girls while they were on their menstrual. But Lana wouldn’t have any of that. She thought it nasty. Unclean. And disrespectful to be asked to indulge in such acts. She was bugging. And her prudish-ass was starting to wear Lamar’s patience thin. It was bad enough he was still ticked off at her for not being considerate enough to top him off with some head last night.

  Pure fucking selfish!

  Bottom line, Lamar was on edge. And he knew if he didn’t blow a load soon, he was going to explode.

  Nairobia’s eyes twinkled as she took in the sight of him. Hands clenched tight, she knew he was packing a weapon in the small of his back, but she was dying to see the one that hung between his legs.

  “About…?” she said coolly. Then she boldly licked her lips.

  “This assignment,” he replied, his tone clipped. He tried not to inhale too deeply. He smelled her sweet scent. And the smell of her excited cunt from three nights ago still stained his senses.

  Nairobia motioned him in and Lamar sauntered toward the desk, closing the door behind him. If he were coming in to quit, he had another thing coming if he thought she’d take lightly to that. She would not hear of it. Period.

  “What about it? Do you not like the work environment?”

  “It has its moments.”

  Nairobia raised a brow. “Meaning what?” She pinned him with an inquisitive stare as he took a seat across from her.

  “Meaning, the fee you’re paying us is serious. And I appreciate that, for real for real. But, on some real shit. I don’t know if this is the right fit.”

  Nairobia tilted her head. “Oh, it’s the right fit, my darling. You are the right fit. This is where you need to be. And it’s where I want you to be.” Among other places.

  “And that’s cool, yo. But…”

  “No ‘buts,’ my love. Your services are all I need.”

  Lamar sighed. “Yo, listen, I’m cool wit’ workin’ wit’ you. But I’m not checkin’ for all the extras.”

  Nairobia’s brow shot up. “Extras, like? I do not know what you mean by extras.”