“You are going to the fourth floor, enjoy.”
We stepped inside and Ris and I both looked at each other, eyes as wide as saucers. “This nigga got a muthafuckin’ elevator in his house,” we said in unison, giggling on the way up. I immediately felt transported into another world. The doors opened up and before us was what I’m just going to call “Club Curtis.” This fool had a disco ball and everything. The entire fourth floor was Curtis’s own private club, DJ booth and all. The area was darkened with multicolored strobe lights flashing overhead. I squinted and looked through the crowd of people blocking the elevator entrance, trying to find Keyshawn’s ass. Ris nudged me in my ribs when a topless waitress walked by with a tray of syringe-shaped shooters and multicolored Jell-O shots.
“I told yo’ ass I’d fit the fuck in, Ms. Know-it-fuckin’-all.”
I just ignored her.
“Hey hey hey, mi gorgeous, momma’s glad you both could make it.” Lania swirled out of thin air, pulling me into a hug that lasted a little too long for my taste, which ended with her air-kissing me on either side of my face. She was obviously already a few shots or champagne glasses ahead of us. She then turned and pulled Ris into the same embrace.
“I just love, love, love you in these color. Perfect pink like pussy is, yes?”
“Well fuck yes,” Ris chimed back, obviously happy someone else agreed with the outfit that my ass so openly disapproved of.
Oh well isn’t this just wonderful. Here I was looking like the Nutty Professor’s assistant and everyone—including Lania, in her see-through, barely there, all-white body suit—was in straight-up hoochie wear. Keyshawn approached us, his smile already preparing me for the damn jokes.
“Hmm, now did I say come to a party or come defend me in court?”
I glared and he laughed, making me blush. We hugged and I couldn’t help but notice he was wearing Vera Wang for Men cologne, and damn it if that shit didn’t smell good. I bit my bottom lip. He escorted us over to the bar and I tried to get the attention of the topless bartender.
“I know this heffa sees me standing here.” I blamed my damn outfit.
Key walked up behind me and ordered us all shots of Patrón Platinum and mojitos as chasers from a man who looked like one of the statues I’d seen in the hallway who was also tending the bar.
“Curtis. You remember Michelle and Larissa right?”
I turned and extended my hand but was instead pulled into a tight bear hug that damn near took my breath away.
“Sure as hell do. Beautiful women I never forget.”
We exchanged minor small talk over our drinks.
“What the fuck is this?” Key’s comment was directed toward the elevator as Curtis walked over to meet the new arrivals. They exchanged hugs before walking back over to our little gathering.
“I’d like to introduce you all to Angelo Testa. This is Michelle and her wife.”
It was the same man from the club earlier with his entourage of women. I’d seen them disperse to different parts of the room as Curtis brought him over to meet us. He was a beautiful, younger-looking Italian man to say the least, with piercing grey eyes that looked like they could see straight through you. I reached out to shake his hand and he grabbed mine, turning it over in his and softly kissing the inside of my wrist instead.
“Absolutely beautiful. Such a shame.”
“Why, because I’m married or because I like women?” I stared back at him, waiting for his answer. His gaze was making me nervous as he stared up at me. I thought it was the intensity in those grey eyes of his that made me uneasy. He opened his mouth as if he were about to answer me and was distracted as Keyshawn slammed his glass down. The glass shattered as it hit the bar and Keyshawn walked toward the elevator with disgust written all over his face.
Angelo turned to Lania, who’d come up to give him a hug.
“You should tell your people ova’ there to be more respectful, need I remind him of his place on the totem pole?”
“Please don’t mind Keyshawn, he’s been drinking. The champagne you sent over at LIV was wonderful, by the way.”
I listened to Lania and Angelo, but I was still looking in the direction Keyshawn had gone. I couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to Key’s behavior than just the liquor.
“Is he going to be playing at his best or should I be concerned? I have a great deal of assets in play right now—I don’t want his dick getting in the way of his focus.” Angelo motioned for one of his girls to come over while waiting for Lania to answer his question.
Lania looked anxiously in the direction that Keyshawn had just walked in and gave me a nervous, apologetic smile that I tried to return. I guess basketball is that serious of a business in these parts.
“He’ll play, Angelo, don’t you worry about him. I’ll handle it, I always do. You have my word.” There was sadness in Lania’s voice and I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on with these three.
By the end of the night my ass was done. The room was completely spinning and all I could do was sit my ass down and watch everyone else. Drinking on an empty stomach was such a fucking bad idea. The crowd had started thinning out and I could only see a few people scattered here and there throughout the huge area. Ris was laughing and dancing with Lania and Chanel. I dizzily scanned the room for Keyshawn, but he was nowhere to be found. I only closed my eyes for what felt like a split second. When I opened them, Lania was lying in the floor, covered in what appeared to be blood. My head throbbed as I tried to get up. Curtis and several others were hovering over here. Ris, to no surprise, had vanished.
“Curtis. What . . . what happened?” Fear sobered me up quick as fuck. Did Ris do this shit? I was scared to even speak the words out of my mouth. She had a jealous streak, mean, and a crazy streak. Ignite all three and hell would certainly break loose. I kneeled beside Lania looking for a puncture wound, squinting at her face for signs of a fight, but saw none.
“Don’t stand y’all asses there. Somebody get a towel. Did anybody call nine-one-one?” I was frantic. At least if she survived it wouldn’t be considered manslaughter. There were too many witnesses to keep this one under wraps. Frustrated, I look around. Nobody was moving fast enough to make me happy and I hopped up, sending the room reeling around me.
“Nah. Think she just fainted. That ain’t blood; she was drinkin’ her umpteenth Bloody Mary. My guess is she done did too much of that shit and not enough water. Got a doc on the way. He said don’t move her.” It was Curtis who answered and he was so calm, like this kind of shit happened all the time. I looked around again and still saw no sign of Ris.
“Did too much of what shit, Curtis?”
“Oh hell pills, coke, new shit, who knows.”
Immediately I started worrying. If Lania had access to anything, Ris did too. The last time I’d seen her they were together. Clumsily I made my way to the elevator and pushed three, two, and one. When it stopped on the third floor I got off in a dimly lit hallway. The first door I came to was a large sauna. Head spinning, I heard faint laughter coming from the other end of the hallway. It sounded like Keyshawn, but I wasn’t sure. If Ris is off somewhere fuckin’ this muthafucka, I swear on my life and everything I own and have ever had I will kill them both without a second thought, right on the muthafuckin’ spot.
As I neared the door toward the end of the hall I could now clearly hear Ris and Keyshawn. I instantly saw, for the first time in my life, what I’ve heard people call “white rage.” I tested the doorknob and my heart damn near beat out of my chest when I found that it was unlocked. Twisting the knob ever so slowly, I tried to open it without making a sound. My blood ran cold at the sound of Ris’s voice.
“Oh my God, Key, I didn’t know I was missin’ all this!” Breathless and excited, her voice was a high-pitched squeal of delight. That was a Ris I hadn’t heard in forever and it hurt that I wasn’t the reason for her excitement.
“Yeah, baby! I know, I know. It take a re
al nigga to show you how this shit get done!” Keyshawn’s conceited ass was just as out of breath.
That was it; I saw pure blood red. Bursting through the door like a bull blindly charging a matador I ran into the room. Tears were already starting to run down my face from the pain, and anger, but mostly from Ris’s disloyalty. I cursed myself for not having a fucking pistol or a knife or anything with me. In my rage I decided to just beat their asses to death with my bare hands if I had to. I saw Keyshawn first and blindly lunged toward him.
“What the fuck, Key? This is how you do huh? You come at me an’ talk all that shit an’. . .” I launched, my body set on full-all-out attack mode.
I was on him before the fact that he was fully clothed and standing in front of the TV beside Ris, who was also fully clothed, registered. All of that filtered through long after I’d already embarrassed myself.
“Michelle? You on something, ma? You good?” He’d grabbed both of my wrists, restraining me like I was nothing but a rag doll, looking me in my eyes as if he were trying to see if my pupils were dilated.
“I’m fuckin’ fine. Let me go, damn.”
Ris was beside him, staring at me wide-eyed. I couldn’t help standing there feeling like a complete fucking idiot.
“Baby, we was just playin’ this dance game on Curtis’s Xbox. You were asleep upstairs an’ I didn’t wanna wake you up. Curtis said it was okay to jus’ leave you be ’til e’rebody left.”
Deflated, I dragged myself over to the humongous bed off to the side, suddenly feeling like I’d just poured all of my energy out in that fit of idiocy. I sat on the edge, my head down and my shoulders slumped in embarrassment.
“I’m jus’ kin’a wasted, a li’l maybe. I think.” Damn, and I was slurring. I could hear them laughing as I fell back exhausted from not sleeping, not eating, worrying about way too much, and taking way too many shots.
It must have been close to 3:00 A.M. when I was awakened from my liquor/exhaustion-induced coma to the feeling of warm lips running laps around my nipples. I tried to open my eyes but the room spun like crazy so I closed them and let myself relax. Fresh Jasmine caressed my senses and immediately I knew it was Ris. I moaned when she did that thing I love so much: lightly grazing the sensitive skin around my breast with her teeth. I was still too damn drunk to do much more than just lie there.
The combination of liquor and grogginess were working to her advantage. She was talking to me but I couldn’t make out the words. I tried to focus. Cool air hit my skin and I realized I was completely naked. The bedroom was dim and I couldn’t tell if it was from candlelight or light dimmers. Ris hovered over me, all of her clothing gone, leaving her completely naked, completely beautiful. Her eyes reflected the lighting as she looked down at me. They also reflected something else. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it was sexy. She leaned down and kissed me softly before whispering in my ear.
“Baby, I told them they could watch us.”
I didn’t know what “them” she was talking about. I gazed around as best as I could without making the room move again. I wasn’t able to focus. Ris climbed up, straddling me; she was already hot, soaking wet. I could feel the heat and her moisture pressing against my stomach. Suddenly the thought of someone somewhere watching was the last thing on my mind. I blinked, trying to regain my bearings, hoping it would stop the spinning in my head.
In one fluid motion I had Ris off of me and on her back. I could hear one of whomever this “them” was inhale sharply as my ass arched up in the air and I licked and savored every inch of skin I could reach without going exactly where Ris wanted me to.
I sucked and teased every inch of her body from her neck to her toes, never going anywhere near her pussy. I let my fingers wander there, but I wouldn’t slide them in. I’d run my lips and tongue around it but never across. The thought of Ris with any man gave me such a feeling of anger and rage. I wanted her to beg, but most importantly I wanted her to beg me. I parted her legs and pressed myself up against her. Our wetness intermingling, I gently ground my hips into her, not enough to give her what she wanted but just enough to make her want more. Ris closed her eyes and threw her head back, trying to press herself back into me but I wouldn’t allow it. She moaned in frustration.
“Say it,” I whispered, getting tired of playing this game with her. I twisted, grinding my clit into hers just a little harder this time. We both gasped at the sensation, but I wasn’t giving in. Still she refused. I got back on my knees and licked my way down her stomach. I circled her clit with my tongue and smiled to myself when her legs started to shake. I’d get her right to the edge and then . . .
“Okay, please. Now. Michelle, I’m sorry.”
I had no idea what the hell she meant about being sorry until it hit me. And I mean it really did hit me. Before I could figure out what was going on I was damn near about to explode. He hit me with long deep strokes, grabbing me roughly by the back of my neck and pressing my face down into Ris so I could continue to savor her while I was being fucked hard from behind. I don’t know how I did it, but I was able to concentrate just enough to get Ris back to the point where her legs were starting to shake and tighten around my face, her back arching off the bed. It was all sensory overload. The combination of wet pussy in my face and on my lips and the noises Ris was making only fueled the fire that Keyshawn was stroking up behind me.
One hand still had me by the back of my neck and the other had me by my ass, forcefully pulling me back into each stroke every time he drove forward. The sensations were driving me right over the edge. I couldn’t fight it anymore. I pressed my lips hard against Ris’s clit, knowing exactly how and where I’d send her. Right at that very moment Keyshawn drove one long, deep thrust that hit my “G, H, and damn I didn’t even know that was a spot” and I went into my own free fall. I moaned, cried out, hell I’m pretty sure I spelled the nigga’s name too as I fell forward—my legs, suddenly traitors to my body, no longer offered to support my weight. Waves of pleasure crashed over my body, so intense they were damn near painful.
I couldn’t believe I’d turned down a lifetime of this feeling, a lifetime of dick downs, by marrying a woman. All I could do was lie there temporarily “dickmatized.” That’s when a nigga strokes it so good you suffer from temporary paralysis; all you can do is lie there paralyzed. The room could have burst into flames and the devil himself could’ve jumped out at my ass and it wouldn’t have gotten me up off that bed. Ris was stiff beneath me, still breathing heavy. I lifted my head long enough to offer her a weak smile before letting my face sink back into the warm softness of her stomach.
“Guess I did a damn good job huh?”
Okay, scratch everything I said before. If it weren’t for the fact that my legs felt like Jell-O, I definitely would’ve jumped completely the fuck off the damn bed, ninja style. I looked back in complete and utter shock to see Lania crouching on her knees behind me. She was proudly stroking the head of her strap like it was a real dick. She smiled smugly at my expression. I looked down at Larissa, confusion written all over my face.
“Ris, what the fuck?”
She gave me an awkward smile, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me up toward her into an even more awkward hug.
“I’m sorry baby, I kind of lost a damn bet. But I figured, what da hell, you’d enjoy a li’l threesome.”
“Shit, I definitely enjoyed the show.”
My head swiveled toward Keyshawn and Curtis, who were sitting over on a sofa in front of the TV. The back of the sofa faced the bed so now it made sense why I didn’t see them before. Keyshawn’s head was tilted slightly and he wasn’t smiling or looking anything close to his usual self. I hoped I hadn’t embarrassed him by calling out his name. I just chalked up the way he was acting to the fact that he was probably ready to go stroke one out right quick, if he hadn’t already.
“But, Lania, I saw you, I . . . I thought they were takin’ you to a hospital?” What the hell kind of game is this? Is this
some sort of bullshit swingers dinner party?
“Oh, that? It was nothing, just too many shots early in the day and really good coke. It happens. I’m fine as you can see.”
Somewhere an alarm was going off. Realizing it was my phone, a special ringtone I’d set for Jim, a sudden chill came over me as all the blood seemed to drain from my body.
“Oh God, where are my clothes? That’s my phone where is it?” I crawled off the bed in a panic, my legs still wobbly and my head pounding. I found my phone and pressed answer.
“Michelle, it’s Jim. There’s been an incident at the house. The children are fine and I’m on my way there now. I don’t want you to be too alarmed but someone tried to break in and we’re holdin’ ’til you get here. Ain’t callin’ no cops yet. Gonna let you talk to ’em first.”
“Oh God, are you sure the kids are okay? Is it Rasheed?”
“Rasheed?” Larissa sat up in the bed with the comforter pulled up to her chest.
I cursed to myself. I’d forgotten about keeping her out of the loop. Oh well it was too late; so much for that plan.
“What da fuck you mean? Is who Rasheed, Michelle?”
There was entirely too much going on with Jim trying to give me details and Ris on the verge of a spastic panic attack.
“Jim, I’m on my way. Larissa, just put your shit on, we have to go now. I’ll explain in the damn car.”
I could see the questioning looks on both Key’s and Lania’s faces but I ain’t have time to explain. Shit, after what just went down we were way past the formalities stage. They’d just have to fuckin’ understand. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely put my clothes on and bright spots kept flashing before my eyes. I’d bet everything on the fact that Rah wouldn’t try to go after my kids and I was dead-ass wrong. What kind of monster had prison turned him into that he’d try to hurt his own children?
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