Joy stood up on the bed and walked to the edge in her stiletto heels to press her hands against Graham’s shoulders as she leaned in to suck his lips into her mouth with a moan.
Graham jerked his head back even though his dick was already hard in his hand. Doing coke made Joy horny, and everything was doable for her—and to her. It was during one of their coke binges that Joy sweetly convinced him of the thrills of anal sex. Lionel and his violation had never come to mind as he enjoyed one of his best nuts ever. In the hot moment as he fell back on the bed with his dick slipping out of Joy’s ass, he wished he’d taken Geneva up on her offer years before instead of beasting out on her.
“I hate to miss the show,” Inzia said, picking up the tailored blazer of her pantsuit to slip on before she too left the room.
Joy flipped her waist-length blond tresses back from her face as she undid the front clasp of her bra and shimmied her pencil shirt and thong panties down over her hips. She lifted her arms high above her head and tilted her head back as she laughed softly. “So you don’t want me,” she said, her words slurring.
Graham continued to massage the thick tip of his dick as he took in her bald pussy and the matching heart-shaped tattoo covering each nipple. Sexy as shit.
Joy stumbled in her heels on the bed, her steps unsteady. “Whoops,” she said, laughing as her ankle gave way beneath her and she fell down, her ass landing on the center of the coke-covered mirror. She flung her head back and laughed.
“You cut yourself?” he asked, releasing his dick long enough to reach out for her.
“It didn’t break. See,” she said, spreading her legs wide and leaning back to lift them up into the air. Cocaine clung to the backs of her thighs and her buttocks.
Graham dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and pulled the mirror—with Joy’s naked body still atop it—to the edge. “So you don’t give a fuck about this dick, huh?” he asked her, tapping it against her inner thighs and then her clit.
“I’m just proud,” she said, arching her back as she brought her legs up to place her ankles on his shoulders with the grace and strength of a well-trained ballerina.
He brought his hands up to grasp her legs.
“Keep your horny-ass friends from ogling my dick,” Graham told her, his dreads now free of the band he had loosely placed around the ends before his shower. “I’m not a fucking stripper or some shit.”
“You could be,” she said, sitting up and reaching beyond her legs to wrap her slender fingers around his dick to stroke.
“Man, whatever, Joy, you heard me,” Graham said, his words coming slower as the effects of the drug hit him as well. The cocaine made the sting of his earlier humiliation dull. In that moment he didn’t care about too much of anything, and that’s why Graham loved that white bitch. She made him feel good. She made him forget.
He turned his face to kiss each of her ankles before flinging her legs open with a jerk and grabbing a handful of her dyed hair to pull her head down until her heart-shaped lips hovered just above the tip of his dick. He didn’t have to ask. Just a moment later Joy’s tongue was flickering against the tip, causing his thighs to quiver and his ass to clench as he winced in pleasure. Hoover vacuums had nothing on her sucking velocity.
Fuck her.
It was obvious fucking her was all they really had.
“Oh shit, excuse us, y’all.”
Graham’s head jerked around so hard his dreads swung around his face like a cape. He frowned at the sight of both Inzia and the friend he didn’t know standing in the doorway. “What the . . .”
Joy stopped sucking to lean to the left of his body to eye them. She giggled. “What, y’all?” she said without a care in the world with her hand still wrapped around his dick.
The friend he did not know whispered something to Inzia before she spoke, her eyes locked on Graham’s body even as she addressed Joy. “We wanted to talk about that . . . proposition you made us earlier,” she said, with a smile as she traced one finger down the length of her neck and to the top of her cleavage exposed by her prim-and-proper shirt.
“Right now?”
The quiet one nodded her head.
Joy gave his stomach a lick and his dick one final suck and blow of air. “Let me see what they want,” she whispered up to him before climbing off the bed.
Graham watched her walk over to them and his eyes took in the sight of the cocaine still on her ass and thighs. He shrugged and gently stroked his own dick to keep it hard. Them chicks is wild.
Cocaine was still on the mirror and he used his free hand to pick up the rolled bill and snort it up from wherever he saw on the mirror until nothing but residue of its former glory remained. Flinging his head back, he moaned in the back of his throat and sniffed as he pinched his nose and closed his eyes.
“Shit,” he swore, using one strong arm to knock the mirror off the bed before he rose just enough to let his body drop onto the middle of it.
Lying on his back, he placed his forearm over his eyes.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he said, smiling broadly before he chuckled.
He loved it.
Graham heard the bedroom door open and close. “Come get this dick, Joy,” he said. “Get. This. Dick.”
The bed dipped under her slight weight as she climbed onto it between his sprawled legs. Her hand stroked him before she guided his hardness into a standing position. Graham’s eyes jerked open and he lifted his forearm at the feel of a condom rolled down the length of his dick. His eyes widened at the sight of Inzia and the friend he didn’t know both naked and sitting on the bed sandwiching his legs.
He couldn’t lie—the sight of their nudity both shocked and pleased him, especially when the quiet one moved behind Inzia to fondle her nipples and ease her hand down her stomach to play in the hairs of her pussy before she slipped one finger inside.
In a drug daze now heightened by the sight of his biggest sexual fantasy becoming a reality, Graham looked past them, half-expecting to see Joy join the mix. “Joy,” he called out.
The two women laughed.
“Trust me, she’s good,” one of them said.
They laughed some more.
The bedroom door opened and Joy poked her head in, her hair now up in a messy topknot. “Give ’em what they want because they are paying very well,” she said, holding up an eight ball of cocaine. “No more lying around here for free.”
Graham lifted his head from the bed and opened his mouth to curse her, but she solidly closed the door before he could. Ain’t this a bitch?
His anger and indignation dissipated when Inzia straddled his legs as she stroked him. “I just had to test this dick out, Six-Nine,” she told him, using Joy’s nickname for him. “I had to.”
“You did?” he asked thickly, bucking his hips as he brought his hands up to massage her full breasts and rub her hard nipples with his thumbs as she squatted and then eased down onto his hardness until she surrounded him tightly.
She hissed in pleasure.
The other woman knocked his hands away.
“I got that,” she said, climbing onto the bed to straddle his thighs behind Inzia.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, looking on as she wrapped her arms around Inzia from behind and hotly licked the length of her neck. She used one brown hand to massage her nipple while the other eased down her body to play with her clit as Inzia rode him like she was on the back of a mechanical bull.
Graham stuffed a pillow behind his head and sat back to enjoy both the ride and the show.
He and Joy had become strangers who lived in the same apartment. In the last few weeks, they hadn’t even had sex. He didn’t care if she was getting dicked down by someone else, and it was clear she didn’t care since she sent a steady stream of her friends to the guest bedroom she’d moved him into. His days were a mix of sex, coke, and sleep, with barely time to eat or sometimes even wash in between.
Sitting up in the bed, he felt his head spin and he pressed his hand t
o it as he gingerly opened his eyes to keep the morning sun glaring through the windows from jarring him. But there was no sun. He pulled his legs up and propped his arms on his knees as he took in the darkness of night outside his window.
How many hours had passed?
Graham shook his head to clear it, but his orientation was screwed, especially when he finally noticed a curvy body in the bed beside him. He raised the sheet. She was white and as naked as he was. He looked down at her profile. He had no clue who she was or what exactly went down between them.
He looked around the room as he flung back the covers and climbed from the bed. A filled condom still clung around his limp dick and there was one more on the floor, obviously discarded.
The door opened and Joy walked in still dressed in her usual work garb, this time a fitted bright red dress that matched her lipstick and her nails. She slapped the wall to turn on the overhead light. Graham eyed her as she wordlessly strolled past him and began snatching up the woman’s clothing.
He frowned. So she cares now?
Joy held the clothes in a ball under one arm and used her free hand to yank the pillow from under the sleeping woman’s head roughly before lifting it and bringing it down onto her head sharply. “You paid for two hours, not the all-day special. Don’t play with me, Chelsea,” she snapped.
Graham chuckled sarcastically. Oh. Now that sounds about right.
As Chelsea turned over and sat up in bed, exposing her rosy pink nipples and small breasts, he opened the box on his dresser and used the small spoon inside to scoop and then sniff four hits of cocaine.
“Sorry, Joy, I just got caught up,” Chelsea said, sounding like a Los Angeles valley girl.
He leaned against the dresser and watched in amusement as Joy jerked the woman out of the bed by her arm and shoved her clothes at her. He pinched his nose and sniffed as Chelsea surreptitiously glanced at his naked body while she was hustled out the door.
“Can I call you?” she mouthed.
Joy paused and whipped her around. “No, you call me. Clear?” she asked, before turning her back around and guiding her out the door.
Still shaking his head, Graham turned and eyed his reflection in the mirror over the eight-drawer dresser. His normally high cheekbones were more pronounced and his reddened eyes sunken. His caramel complexion had a shine to it and his teeth felt gritty from not being brushed that day. His two- to three-day coke binges and sexing Joy’s tricks was catching up with him.
At the sound of her heels against the floor, he looked over his shoulder just as she stepped back into the room. “You need to air this room out, Pleasure,” she snapped, crossing the room to fling the windows open wide.
His eyes cut her. “Don’t call me that,” he said in a cold, hard voice that only hinted at his anger at her . . . and himself.
Joy turned on her stiletto heels. “Why?” she asked, her eyes clear and sharp. She wasn’t high at all. He knew the signs of her inebriety.
“That’s the name you whore me out with,” he said in clipped tones. “That’s for the clients, not my pimp.”
Joy pouted mockingly. “Awww, is Graham’s feelings hurt?” she asked in a baby tone as she walked over to him slowly.
He hated that he missed her sex. He wanted her. He was addicted to her. And she denied him. She denied them both.
She reached in her bra and pulled out folded cash. “Here’s your cut . . . so get over it, Plea-sure,” she said derisively, pressing the cash against his chest.
Graham grabbed her upper arms and jerked her body up against his as he lifted her from her heels easily. “So you don’t want this dick?” he asked her, shifting one hand down to stroke her ass in her skirt.
Joy smirked. “I used to . . . but not anymore,” she told him.
“So I’m just your whore?” he asked her.
“We both get what we want... right?” she asked, deliberately looking down at his open box.
Graham picked her up a bit higher and then easily tossed her onto the middle of the bed.
Ding-dong.
She took her time getting up off the bed. “That’s your next trick,” she said, smoothing her skirt. “You might want to flush that condom and wash first.”
And with that she left the room.
Graham grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it down the length of his dick to remove the condom and clean his seed from his tool. He turned and lifted his spoon to hit the powder twice more just as Inzia strolled into the room wearing just a short pink raincoat. “Where’s Yani?” he asked, speaking of Inzia’s lover.
Usually it was the two of them who required his services.
Inzia tilted her head to the side and undid the belt before shrugging the coat from her body. “We don’t need her,” she said, before walking up to him in gold heels. “Hell, you can suck my titties, right?”
Graham shrugged. He didn’t care. His feelings still stung from Joy’s treatment of him. Squinting his deep-set eyes as he looked at Joy’s friend, he decided to give her what he didn’t give any other of his tricks. Somewhere in his brain the coke made him think Joy would care. He watched as she pulled a thin vial of coke from the side of her shoe and then moved across the cluttered room to lie back on the bed. His eyes took in the softness of her curves and he felt his dick stir.
Inzia unscrewed the cap and tapped out a thin line of coke from the mound of her pussy and all the way up to the valley of her breasts, then she sucked her finger with a hot lick of her lips. Graham eyed her spreading her lips and patting her clit as he came across the room while unrolling a condom on his dick. He bent over to alternate with licks and sniffs until the line of coke was gone.
Throwing his head back, he roared a little and grunted before pinching his nose and shaking his head at the rush of adrenaline. “Shit,” he swore, stumbling back a few steps as his body rocked back and forth.
Inzia flipped over on the bed, getting on her knees and reaching behind her to guide his dick into her as she backed up until he was deep inside her. She dropped her head and patted her hand against the bed as she adjusted to the feel of him pressing against her walls.
Graham looked down at her ass splayed before him as she worked her hips to pull downward on his stiffness with the quickness of a jackhammer. “Damn, Inzia,” he said, laughing as he continued to rub his nose and struggle to remain on his feet.
He felt a dizzy brain freeze. He felt his nose run. He swiped at it; his eyes widened at the sight of blood. His heart pounded furiously and he felt flushed with heat.
“Yo, Inzia,” he said, stumbling back and causing his dick to leave her with a loud suctioning noise. Graham’s heart was pounding so loudly he couldn’t hear anything else. His pulse was racing, and a tightening in his chest was increasing in intensity.
“Graham . . . Graham . . . you all right?” Inzia asked, coming over to him. “Joy! Joy. Come here. Hurry!”
That was the last thing he heard before he stumbled back against the dresser and then fell face forward onto the floor just before everything went black.
Interlude
Present Day
How long has it been?
He wondered that for the hundredth time as he lay on his side on the floor, his body still strapped to the chair and the cold floor chilling his naked body. Minutes? Hours?
He didn’t know.
Click-click-click-click-click-click.
His eyes shifted everywhere they could at the sound of her heels against the floor.
Earlier she had pressed a kiss to his forehead in a decidedly reverse move from her antagonism when she’d first knocked him to the floor. After that she had wandered off somewhere in his apartment, leaving him in a silence that was both chilling and welcoming. Still, he knew she had not gone very far. He knew she was anything but done with him.
Click-click-click-click-click-click.
Could his tormenter be Joy, the woman he found the strength to leave after his overdose that night? After waking up in a hospital and bei
ng warned that he had a mild stroke from the accidental overdose, he called Pogo to help get him into a ninety-day rehabilitation program. Graham had never returned to Joy.
Was she back in his life and out for revenge for something she considered unfinished?
The not knowing was the worst, because at least if he knew the face behind the ski mask, he could get a good grasp on just what she was or was not capable of.
Click . . . click . . . click . . .
Black booties with at least a three-inch heel appeared in his line of vision. He steadied his body, readying himself for whatever. He was surprised when she disappeared around his back and he felt her struggling to turn the chair upright with his body still weighing it down. “If you loosen my ties I can get up by myself,” he said, his body jerking with every one of her unsuccessful tries to lift him.
She said nothing to him and instead grunted as she hoisted the chair up by its back and then stepped on the side of it to push it up slowly until it rocked back and forth.
He winced as the ties cut against his already sore flesh.
She laughed mockingly. “You thought I was dumb enough to fall for that, Pleasure?” she asked, playfully nudging his head to the side before she came back around him and straddled his legs.
He winced as she pressed her buttocks against the still-tender spot on his thigh. She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her upper body against his chest with a long, languid moan. “Don’t I smell divine?” she whispered against his ear before grabbing a handful of his dreads and roughly turning his head to press his face against her neck.
He quickly contemplated biting her but she moved from his lap just as swiftly leaving behind nothing but her scent. He inhaled deeply. It was familiar. Very familiar. It filled him with wanting.
“I found it in your bedroom,” his captor said, leaning against the back of the gutted couch as she eyed him. “I guess it belongs to the bitch in all the pictures around here,” she said, her voice chilling over with every word. “Having her mug on your nightstand is very cute. I guess she’s special, huh?”
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