I expected him to kiss the moles as he had done to every other imperfection but he gently turned me over so he could view me from behind. Not wanting to turn my head and look at him, I stared blindly ahead, unsure what to expect.
“You have a wonderful ass.” I looked back to see Coy, on his knees palming my ass. He kissed each cheek and I glanced at him to catch the expression on his face. His eyes locked with mine as he licked the crack of my ass.
“Bend over.” He didn’t have to tell me twice! I was touching my toes like an athlete even though it had been years since I had been in that position. Unused muscles screamed at me, Bitch is you crazy? He ran his tongue from the top of my clit to the crack of my ass and I just wanted to holler. He licked my neck, my back, my pussy and my crack! The lyrics of that song played in my brain. Lick it good! Lick it real good! It had been too long and I felt myself approach the edge of sexual release. I didn’t want him to stop but he withdrew his tongue. I felt cheated.
“Will you sit on my face?” Boy, that was a dumb question. I attempted to sit on his tongue, facing his dick so I could taste him as well but he stopped me.
“No, Leah. This is for you.” He turned me around and I lowered myself onto his face. My knees sunk into the carpet and grew warm as I rode his face. His hands urged me closer and I briefly wondered weather or not I was smothering him. But it was a fleeting thought as I got into the groove.
Pressure was building up and I struggled to hold it back. “Yes. Oh yeah, baby. I’m almost there, don’t stop.” I was a frenzy of movement rubbing and mashing my breasts together trying to cram them in my mouth. Despite my best efforts to hold on, I came in Coy’s mouth. I attempted to get up so I wouldn’t drown him but he held me firmly in place. I arched my neck and let him have it while uttering a low growl.
When I came again, this time crying out in pleasure, he allowed me to move. I rolled over onto my back. He sat up on one arm, using the other to wipe the cum he didn’t swallow off his face. He smiled at me.
“I love the way you taste.” I could only smile back at him, I was so utterly satisfied. He moved with the grace of a panther and in the blink of an eye, he was over me, lifting my legs off the floor. As he lowered himself he pulled my legs around his waist and plunged into my wet pussy. I could not contain myself as I screamed out his name. He filled me so deeply; I thought he was all up in my stomach instead of my pussy.
Coy pulled out and I thought he was going to stop. I stared at him as if he had lost his damn mind but he was fucking with me as he plunged in even deeper this time. I wrapped my legs around him so tightly I knew that he wouldn’t be able to wrench himself free again. My pussy lips clamped down on his dick catching him in its grip. This time, it was Coy’s time to scream and I smiled knowing I was returning the pleasure that he was giving me. I came again. My legs relaxed their grip, I was through…but Coy wasn’t.
He flipped me over like I weighed 10 pounds instead of 150 and quickly entered me from behind, pounding against my ass and despite my fatigue; I pushed back to meet his every thrust. We were both sweating profusely but his sex was just so…damn…good! His cock throbbed inside me causing my orgasm to scream free and I felt his hot cum explode inside me.
Oh Lawd, no condom! Regret seized me as he rolled off of me. I was a strong advocate of safe sex but this time, we were truly caught up in the moment. Regret gave way to content when I snuggled next to Coy’s sleeping form. All I knew was that I just got the fucking of my life. He not only fucked my body, he fucked my mind.
With my arms curled around my midsection, I thought about what had just happened, and I could not help but to browbeat myself. There were so many things that I did not know about Coy, and I had not waited to get those answers before I rolled into bed with him.
What the hell was I thinking! Shit, I ain’t no better than Sammie. He didn’t even have to ask for my shit. I was throwing it at him!
I did not know if he was married or shacking and, at the time, it didn’t matter. Now that I was alone with my thoughts, my inner voice told me that I screwed up. I feared Coy would think that I was easy simply because I jumped in the sack with him on the first night. But, there again, as much as I wanted to berate myself for my wanton behavior, I was satisfied, and I deserved to be satisfied!
If he was going to bolt after he got the panties, he would do it, and that was the bottom line. The length of time that we had known each other wasn’t going to make a bit of difference if he decided that he only wanted a “Wham bam, thank you, ma’am.”
Before Coy left, he assured me that he would call me when he had my husband in custody. I told him that I was going to be busy for most of the day and left it at that.
“Oh, it may take a few days, but if you hear anything else from your husband, save the tape. Don’t forget to file the restraining order. If you suspect he’s been back over here call me right away, and I will pick him up. I want to go after the fence first. Hopefully he’ll roll on your husband.”
Coy showed me a few things that I could do to alert me if someone had been in the house.
“I know you’ve got baby powder, right?”
“Yeah.”
I retrieved it. Taking the bottle, he scattered a small amount around the front door since we would be leaving by the garage. He left the bottle by the door, as if I had left in a hurry. He didn’t want Kentee getting curious as to why I didn’t clean up the mess. We wanted Kentee to show up; not expecting anything. He also suggested sticking a piece of gum under the door in the garage. If it had spread then more than likely the door had been opened. Those were the only entrances that I had to worry about, other than the windows, and he put powder on them.
“Oh, avoid contact with James. If he becomes a problem you have my cell and take my beeper number,” he said, grabbing the pad next to the door and jotting down the number.
“How can I ever thank you?” I asked.
“Hey, most of this is my job. The rest is personal. Just stay sweet and safe.” He closed the door behind him. “Lock it!” he yelled through the door, and I complied.
I had another full day ahead of me, and I was more than a little tired after last night’s antics. If I didn’t get all of my business handled tomorrow, I would be screwed for work on Monday.
SAMMIE
The parking lot at Mirage was jam packed when I parked my 2002 royal blue Mustang in the last available spot. I waited until all arriving partygoers entered the club before I squeezed out of the car. There was no question about it; Mustangs were not built for someone my height and size, but I would not trade my car for the world. It had a convertible top. I loved the feel of the wind rushing past my face. Since this was the last few weeks of Indian Summer, I had taken advantage of the warm breeze as I drove from Peachtree City to the club. It was a hassle to secure the top before going into the club but, by next month, I would be glad that I had indulged myself when we were forced to wear winter coats and stuff.
In a car, I was much like a dog trying to get its head out of the window. I insisted that my car be a five-speed. While most people felt it was a chore to shift gears, I loved it! I needed to feel the horsepower shift underneath me.
As I moved closer to the door, Nick, the bouncer, recognized me and pulled me to the front of the line. Since I was a loyal patron, they had finally gotten my name on the VIP list. It was long overdue, since I paid so much money into the club that I had to add it to my budget as a weekly expense; much like food and shelter. And if I got honest, it was the one bill that I never fell behind on.
Tonight, we were celebrating the homegoing of Cha-Ka-Zulu, the number one Chippendale dancer. His untimely death had taken everyone by surprise. V103, the local radio station, had been advertising a celebration all day long.
I was ready to get my party started. As a symbol of respect, everyone was wearing white. He had died over the weekend in a nasty motorcycle accident. The details of his death were still trickling in, but Porsche Foxx, the host from the radio
station, wanted us to show out for him.
From Porsche’s reports, we learned that he was a newlywed and an expectant father. Although he had recently applied for both life and health insurance, he died before his coverage had become effective. Tonight’s party was to raise funds for his widow. I was happy to help out, even though the bouncer told me I did not have to pay the fifteen-dollar admission the rest of the patrons were paying.
For once, the club had as many male patrons as female. I was on the prowl, as visions of Leah’s policeman danced through my head. I sure hope she bones him ’cause if she doesn’t, she’s a damn fool, I thought. Normally I would pay for a private lap dance but that night I wanted more than a mere brush with dick.
I was a bit put out when I saw several of my coworkers seated at a table directly in front of the stage. I had talked about the party all day long and none of them had bothered to tell me they were coming. Even though I would not have teamed up with any of them, I still felt slighted. Part of me wanted to pull a chair right up to their table, but I stopped myself from doing it. If they wanted me to join them, they would have invited me. After all, this was my space on the map, and I intended to show them where the real party was. I was on a first-name basis with all of the dancers. I chose a table directly across from their table and acted like I didn’t know them from Eve.
Tanisha was the ringleader, and Sherrill and Tanya followed her around like lap dogs. Even when we were at work, you could not approach Sherrill or Tanya and ask for their opinion without Tanisha answering for them. I had a real problem with that. I did not respect any woman who could not speak her own mind.
When I sat down, Tanya nodded her head, but Sherrill did not even raise her eyebrows. For the life of me, I could not understand why they did not like me. Tanya was wearing a white midriff top and a short white skirt. She could have been cute if her teeth weren’t so fucked up and if she tamed her nasty attitude. She reminded me of Mr. Ed, the talking horse.
Tanisha was light-skinned with big breasts and hazel-colored eyes. She normally wore her hair in a long bob that she constantly flipped as if to remind herself that she had hair.
Sherrill was petite with a mild manner, but she tended to get loud and obnoxious when she hung around Tanisha. That was the main reason I did not hang around her either. Sherrill, by far, was the best looking, and by herself, she was a decent person, but she allowed other people to influence her decisions. Her biggest problem was that she did not own a brain. She rented one from Tanisha.
For a moment, I considered going to the other side of the room entirely, but they had the best seats in the house, and I refused to be put in the shade ’cause of their dumb asses.
Porsche announced the purpose of the party, and a hat was passed for additional collections. Cha-Ka’s wife passed the hat and I could not help but shed a tear or two for her loss. Cha-Ka was a very special person to the audience of the club. He performed a lot of community service work including feeding the hungry with his motorcycle group and Toys for Tots. I guess that’s why it pissed me off that those bitches from work didn’t give a dime. This ignited a spark that would continue to get fed as the night progressed.
“Hey, ladies, are you ready to get this party started?” Porsche yelled into the microphone.
“Oh, hell, yeah!” I yelled, coming to my feet and clapping. The bitches finally noticed me.
“Oh, snap, Sammie, my home girl, what’s up!” Porsche yelled, coming off the stage to give me a hug. “Ya’ll know how we do it, and if you don’t, listen up. What goes on in the club stays in the club! Do ya’ll hear me?”
“Yeah!” I screamed with the crowd.
“Oh, Candy,” Porsche said, as the screams died down. “I said, Oh, oh, oh, Candy.” The intro to “Candy” by Cameo started playing, and the lights dimmed. Porsche took a seat next to me, and I could feel the hate coming from the next table, and I loved it.
Candy pranced his fine ass on the stage, and it got hot in there. He gyrated his short, thick legs, illustrating sexual moves that made all of our panties wet. He did a handstand, then started doing pushups like he was hitting it for real. “Sweet Jesus!” was the cry from the female population. When he did a one-armed handstand, a few women pretended to faint. He allowed his legs to split, and his toes touched the floor as he balanced himself on his head.
Porsche jumped up and stuck a twenty in his g-string, and I quickly followed suit. His dick was looking us right in the face! Women rushed the stage, trying to get a bird’s eye view, but the bitches remained seated. When Candy’s show was over, Porsche climbed back on stage.
“Lord, that’s all I want! Just give me a limber man!” she shouted to the cheering crowd. Sean, the fireman, was next, but he replaced his rubber hose with his dick. He actually invited members of the audience to touch and suck his hose. Tanya looked like she was about to faint as I headed up to the stage. I had rehearsed this scene before, and I did not actually suck his dick, but I put on such a show you would not have known it unless you were privy to it. We both carried on so badly, you would have thought we were having sex on stage.
I made a point to stare directly into Tanisha’s eyes as I backed my thing up on Sean’s dick. When we were done, he tongued me down, and I left the stage. This was the only part of the act that was not staged, and I decided he was going to have to do a lot more than that tonight.
“Dayum!” Porsche said as I left the stage. “I ain’t even gonna ask you how it felt ’cause I can see it in your face!”
“Hey!” I shouted and sat down.
I kept my eyes front and center and avoided looking over at the bitches. Sean blew me a kiss when he finished collecting all the money thrown on stage.
The next five acts were run together in homage to Cha-Ka. It showcased all the different costumes that he wore and his most outrageous dances. It was so touching that Porsche and I clung together and cried. There was nothing sensual about the dancing because we were all remembering how he had touched our lives with his acts of kindness and generosity.
After that, the rest of the show was a blur. I rose from my seat and started to work the room. I wanted to find a hot body for the night, and I would not find it looking at those dancers. Truth be told, most of them were gay anyway, and by that time I was hotter than a Texas grill at a barbecue.
Before I could make an entire circle of the club, I found an old fuck buddy who I knew could deliver the goods. I told him my new address and phone number and agreed to meet him there within the hour.
I went to the bathroom to freshen up and was stopped from entering it because of a small fight. Tanisha was in a screaming match with some lady, and before I could even understand what was going on, another lady snatched Tanisha up by the hair, then held her by the neck while another girl beat the shit out of her. My gut instinct was to walk away, but I could not stand to see that shit.
Snatching off my earrings, I punched the hell out of the girl holding Tanisha’s hair and neck. She stumbled back, then came at me like a banshee. The other girl was wildly throwing punches but hardly made her mark because her eyes were closed. Tanisha was raining blows down on her, and I almost felt sorry for her. The sad part was that, even though we didn’t start the fight, we ended it. They ran out of the club in shame. Regardless of who won, management tried to kick me out of the club and revoke my VIP card. Claiming to have left my purse at the table, I used that as an excuse to get with Porsche and straighten out the entire mess.
“Oh, Sammie, I’m so sorry!” Tanisha said.
“It’s cool!” I squared it with Porsche. She wouldn’t let them evict me like that. I brought too much money to the club. “What the hell was that about?” I asked.
“Hell if I know. I’ve only seen one of those girls before in my life, and I can’t remember where it was. Thanks. My friends took one look and ran out on me,” she said.
“No problem. It wasn’t how I envisioned my evening, but I was not about to stand by and watch that shit; especially sin
ce we work together. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said as she turned to leave. My nerves were rattled as I reentered the club and sought out Porsche.
LEAH
Mya woke up the entire house at about four a.m. She was in her room screaming when I got there, banging her head on the floor. Despite the number of times that I had seen her doing that, it always hurt me. For the life of me, I could not understand what was going on in her head that she felt compelled to try to knock herself out.
She was so intent on hurting herself that she did not miss a beat as I flung open the door. I snatched her up, but she bucked against me as if I was trying to harm her instead of her doing it herself.
“Lord, I wish I could understand!” I screamed at the ceiling. She was such a little thing, but when she got in her moments, she was as strong as a grown man. It took all my strength to keep her from hurting herself even more. She had a huge knot on her forehead, but I had to wait for her to stop fighting before I could get ice for it.
It took the better part of fifteen minutes before I got her calmed down. I kept rubbing her arms and legs, and kissing every part of her body I could reach. Her brother and sister were in the doorway silently crying. They had seen this scenario too often, and there was really nothing that they could say or do to make Mya stop.
“Kayla, baby, get me some ice in a towel,” I said when I realized that she was in the room. She ran off to get the ice, and I told Malik to go back to bed.
“Your sister must’ve had a nightmare. I’ll stay with her. You get some sleep,” I told him. He reluctantly turned and headed back to his room, but I could hear him crying. I made a mental note to go tuck him in when I finished.
I gathered Mya up and took her back into my bedroom. She was completely still and laid as straight as a piece of wood. She did not even flinch when I put the cold compress on her forehead. Her eyes remained locked and fixed on her demons.
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