by Pynk
Miki shook the thought out of her mind and flashed her eyes as a stop sign. “How long has he been doing that shit?”
Valencia only eyed their surroundings. “Greg has been addicted to Internet porn ever since he gave up swinging. You know how that shit is. People replace one craving with another. Thinks he can get over it on his own. Not. I’m not trying to air his dirty laundry, but his own poppa left his mamma after he fell in love with a hooker he almost stalked. I’ve heard of she’s gotta have it, but damn, he’s really gotta have it in the Hooks family. The men are truly hooked on something. Even Greg’s brother was a crack addict. Folks just turn to something to cover up for what’s missing, kind of a distraction. Yeah, his poppa and brother are a trip. But his mamma’s cool. Whatever.”
Miki’s expression downshifted. “Val, I had no idea his family has been through all of that. His mom looks so conservative, so Claire Huxtable–like.”
“Yeah, well, I guess you can’t tell a book by its cover. Gotta open it up and read it.” Valencia suddenly caught a glimpse of a major, wagon-draggin, ba-donk-a-donk working overtime on the stage. Her train of thought went from pissed off to turned on no time flat. She bounced her head to the beat of the T.I. song “Big Things Poppin’.” “All I know is, that there is da body of life, for real.”
Miki followed Valencia’s stare. Her sympathetic thoughts were immediately stolen. “Oh heck yeah. She is fit and fine. Sure looks a whole lot better than I ever did on that stage, I’ll tell you that.”
Valencia glanced down and gave an eye-check to make sure she had cash in her two-tone croc clutch. “Have you ever thought about coming back and dancing like you did when we first met? I mean just to make some extra money.” She looked at Miki. “I’ll never forget you giving me that private dance in the VIP room when I came in here with my girl Ferrari that night. You had me lying flat on my back and you went to town. That was the shit, there.”
“That was a bed dance, Val. Hell, that seems like a lifetime ago. What was it, like almost ten years?”
“Something like that.”
“That’s a long time. But no, I had my day. This place served its purpose.” Miki looked around at another stage. “I made a lot of money, but the best thing is if I hadn’t worked here, I wouldn’t have met T.J.’s dad, with his foolish ass. Up in here after he got his deal with Island Def Jam, throwin all his money around. After I got with him, he got into some shit and got his ass fired, then his money got funny. Just my luck I ended up getting pregnant by a deadbeat.”
“Girl, all those ball players and actors you met in here and dated, and you ended up with Anthony. That boy can’t even keep up with his child support payments.”
“That’s exactly why I have my friends with benefits.”
“What you have is a sugar daddy in Robert, you’re still messin with your baby daddy, you have a man, and you met a rehab fuck at the meeting tonight. That’s four friends with benefits.” She held up one finger for each man. “My girl is a stone freak.”
Miki shot her eyes at Valencia and jerked her head back. “Excuse you? I wouldn’t talk, Miss Equal Opportunity Love. Not after you admitted to pushing the limits and licking a pussy till its raw in that meeting. And yes, I do say, penis variety is the true spice of life. But I also say, since your ass is engaged, you’re one to talk.”
Valencia nodded. “True. True. I admit if it ain’t freaky, it ain’t right. Twosomes do bore my ass to death, unless it’s with someone who looks like that.” She aimed her index finger at another extra curvy silhouette approaching.
“Hey baby. How are you?” a woman wearing bright orange asked Valencia.
They hugged and Valencia patted the girl’s meaty backside. “I’m good. This is my girl Miki. Miki, this is Tangerine. She’s the best.”
Tangerine spoke first. A smile curved her lips. “Hello.” Her mandarin color lipstick was a beautiful contrast to her dark cocoa skin.
Miki offered a smile. “Pleased to meet you. Nice name.”
“Thanks. It’s kinda my trademark now. Everyone expects me to live up to the orange thing.”
“It’s workin.”
Tangerine looked at Miki somewhere around her belly button. “I’ve never seen you here before.”
Valencia explained. “Tangerine, Miki used to work here. She’s a mamma now, so she doesn’t get out like she did before.”
Miki replied, “Well, I do every now and then. But I think it’s been a few months since I’ve been here.”
“I’ve only been here a couple of months myself.”
Now Miki eyed Tangerine right around her crotch. “I see. Looks to me like they hired the right person.”
Tangerine gave a flirtatious wink. “That’s a compliment, coming from you.”
Miki blushed, flashing her deep-set dimples. “Believe me, that was a while back.”
“You say so.”
Valencia touched the arm of a waitress who then stopped at their table. “Hola, mami. Can I have a Guinness, por favor? And what’ll you have, Miki?”
“A Long Island.”
Tangerine interjected quickly, “So can I get a drink, too?”
Valencia looked at Tangerine like she’d grown to expect the request. “Of course.”
She asked, “Can I get an apple martini?”
“Fasho,” Valencia replied, also looking at the waitress.
“Okay,” the waitress said, making a mental note while wiping off the bar table with a wet towel and then stepping away.
Valencia joked, but with serious eyes, “Girl, you’re gonna have to work for that damn drink.”
“I’m down,” Tangerine said, while bending over to pull down her sunburst-colored thong. She gave a wide smile to Valencia, exposing her perfect, bleached teeth and gold tongue stud. She removed her skimpy, orange satin peek-a-boo bra. Her firm, brown-sugar breasts were topped off by pointy nipples.
Valencia said sultrily, “Dance for my girl. Make her hot for me.”
“My pleasure.” Tangerine’s eyes agreed.
“Do her like you do me,” Valencia told her erotic-dancer friend.
Miki eyeballed her buddy with a look of appreciation and positioned herself so Tangerine could go straight to work.
“No, baby. No lap dance tonight. Stand up, baby. You’re about to get the girlie grind of your life.”
Miki raised her eyebrows as the suggestive words spilled from Tangerine’s grapefruit-scented glossy lips. As she stood, her glance skimmed downward to the Playboy Bunny tattoo on the left side of Tangerine’s flat belly.
Tangerine eased closer to Miki and pressed right up against Miki’s pubic area in full circles. She moved mostly with her hips, like she was a professional belly dancer, also making sure to swirl her breasts to Miki’s, nipple to nipple. Against Miki’s tight blue jeans, Tangerine held handfuls of Miki’s overly developed butt cheeks, as though her hands were a booty brazier.
“Damn, you got a nice booty.” Tangerine spoke slowly and deeply into Miki’s ear. “A coconut derrière.”
The warm words sent a shiver down Miki’s spine. Her eyes closed as if commanded to do so.
Tangerine continued to lead the seductive body dance.
And they ground.
The waitress brought their drinks but none of the three noticed.
Eric Benet’s song “Chocolate Legs” did the honors, escorting their sways and bumps while the two moved as one, as if they’d done a naked lambada before.
Valencia simply sat back and watched while the heat rushed wall-to-wall between her thighs. She opened her legs and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She grabbed her own breast and squeezed it, then leaned all the way back to make room for the heated rush of blood that flowed from her head to her toe. She rubbed her own nipple back and forth through the fabric of her black T-shirt, as if only the three of them were in the room.
With Miki being taller, Tangerine made sure to press her body right along the shape of Valencia’s pee-bone. She pr
essed forward and back, adding more pressure with each slow roll of body contact.
Tangerine held Miki tight. The long colorful nails of her left hand fanned across the arch of Miki’s back. Her right hand spanned the line of Miki’s body. She was providing enough X-rated contact to send Miki’s head spinning and to send her erect clitoris into an extra-engorged stage that spoke loud and clear throughout her body.
Tangerine bent down just so and gained a more forceful stance, massaging Miki’s ass cheeks and kissing her neck. The warm, sweet breaths from Tangerine’s sweet mouth sent waves of tingles down Miki’s back. Her breathing grew more and more shallow. Miki’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she abruptly jerked her orgasmic pussy against Tangerine’s bare body, scrolling her clit along as it swelled in spurts.
By the time the one song wound down, Miki opened her eyes as Tangerine kissed her on the lips. Miki kissed back.
Valencia asked, “You okay, baby?” She swigged two gulps of her cold beer.
Miki shook her head and opened her eyes wide. “Ahhh, yeah. Where the fuck was I?”
Tangerine replied, “I know where you were. You were in cum-candy land with Tangerine. There’s more where that came from if you guys are down. It’s up to you. There’s a VIP room available where we could all have some real privacy.” Tangerine reached over to pick up her martini and gave two fast swallows, licking her lips and batting her eyes.
Valencia said, “Oh no, not tonight. You already took my girl to another level. Now it’s my turn to finish the job.” She downed her brew again.
Miki eyed her Long Island, but didn’t touch it. “No, thanks. I already had mine. It’s Val’s turn.”
“Okay. Okay, either way. But can I watch?” Tangerine asked, half serious and half joking.
“No.” Valencia stood up, handed Tangerine two twenties, and grabbed Miki by the hand. “We got this.”
Miki again eyed her drink, gave a lingering wink good-bye to her not-so-private dancer, grabbed her purse, and let Valencia lead the way to girl-on-girl.
* * *
Minutes after pulling off into the late-night traffic, Miki had Valencia’s right tittie released from her top and was sucking her nipple like it was an overgrown clitoris. Valencia’s skin was scented with Lick Me All Over, one of her many trademark body oils, and it was doing a serious number on Miki’s head.
In the blink of a horny eye, the drive was done and they were at Miki’s place. Miki was kneeling on her silver carpeted floor as she brought naked Valencia’s wide hips to the edge of her queen bed, positioning her just far enough upon her back. She placed a foam pillow under her ass and went to work, just as Valencia had taught her.
She approached Valencia’s vagina ever so gently, placing her hands along each side of Valencia’s waist. She lightly brushed her lips along the collection of V-shaped pubic hairs and then circled the shape of Valencia’s labia majora with a light blowing technique. She found a cranny between her vagina and thigh and nibbled. Miki ran her fingers along Valencia’s thigh just as she liked, which evoked a feminine moan that was as soft as her pecan skin. Her response to the light fingertip touches made her squirm in anticipation.
Miki looked up at her friend and took in her sensual expression of pleasure. Valencia looked back down at her, then leaned her head back, placing her hand on Miki’s head. She sighed in total surrender and trust.
In tune to Valencia’s melodic responses, Miki pointed her tongue and penetrated her insides with a rolling point and narrow motion. She moved up from the entrance of her red-honey vagina to the bottom of her hood and swept her tongue upward, curling the tip and then sweeping back downward.
Miki circled her prey, sucking both the labia and the clit hood.
Valencia’s pussy lips grew redder and bigger, engorged with a rush of hot blood. Her womanly hips begged for more. Miki was teasing and withholding, provoking a desire to take her all the way.
“Spread your lips for me,” Miki demanded.
Valencia complied in an instant, bringing her hands down to expose her heated opening. Miki squinted her eyes and plunged her tongue as far as it would travel, and at the same time she grabbed Valencia’s ass.
Miki backed away and smacked her lips. “Tastes so damn good.”
She brought her mouth to the skin that surrounded Valencia’s opening and gave a tugging kiss, offering broad, fast, and then slow licks up and down, like it was cherry ice cream.
Valencia’s hands were now on her own breasts, squeezing and kneading her skin, and she ground her hips.
And then Miki went straight to Valencia’s tender clit and gave a kiss and lick on the outer skin. She used her thumb to pull back the hood, seeing that her bud was expanded, emerging in anticipation for what was to come.
Miki focused on her girl’s breathing and grooved her tongue across Valencia’s clit, clockwise and counterclockwise, squeezing her clit with her lips, sucking it into her mouth, tickling it with lavish strokes. She then used her mouth as a vacuum, using up-and-down tongue moves similar to sucking a dick. Her head bobbed as she kept her rhythms exact. She sucked the clit to the roof of her mouth, gave a tongue push and flick, and held it. She then inserted one finger into Valencia’s greasy vagina and one finger against her perineal skin, all while making up-and-down tongue motions.
Valencia ground like she was face-fucking and revved up in response, giving a bucking jerk, then she became motionless.
Miki did not back away but kept at it with the same intensity, keeping the rhythm going, feeling the pulsating of Valencia’s tiny red penis in her mouth, and she held on. Knowing her friend as well as she did, she waited, then continued as another rolling orgasm burst into her mouth. Miki let it take its journey to full effect and then unravel little by little as it subsided. She removed her mouth from Valencia’s smiling clitoris and couldn’t help but smile herself.
Valencia had her wrist over her forehead with her eyes closed. “Damn. I seen spots. I’m trippin, yo!”
Miki grinned.
“Chronic. I’m telling you. Your tongue is like chronic.”
Miki giggled childlike and playfully popped Valencia on her thigh. “Ooooh, yeah. Your shit is so damn sexy.” She came up to lie upon her, kissing her neck and then coming mouth to mouth. They kissed each other squarely.
Valencia backed away. “Gracias.”
“You’re welcome.” Miki climbed off and lay next to her.
Valencia caught a glimpse of the digital clock. “Dammit. I have to go, otherwise Greg is gonna have a damn fit.” Valencia looked reluctant. Her BlackBerry rang from inside her purse, which was on the chair next to Miki’s sleigh bed. She ignored it and swung her feet off the bed. “Speaking of the devil.”
Ten seconds later, Miki’s iPhone rang. She reached over to the pine nightstand to read the display. “It’s Tariq.” She didn’t answer.
Valencia took in a long breath and forced herself to stand, preparing to leave. A beep tone sounded on her phone, signaling a text message.
At the same time Miki’s phone beeped to signal a voice message.
Both from the same number.
7
“Turn Me On”
Teela
The following day, even though Teela’s thick but muscular frame was far from the stereotypical weight trainer’s body, as usual she managed to squeeze her five-foot-two, one-hundred-fifty-pound self into tight black leggings and a gold and black form-fitting top.
Part of her job was to greet prospective members of the brand-new Olympic Gym and Spa in West Los Angeles. The gym was so swanky they had valet parking. The rest of her responsibilities included handling prospective member tours and supervising the early-shift employees, as well as serving as personal trainer to certain clients who could afford the star-treatment level of individual attention.
Her 11 a.m. appointment, the local wife of a rich businessman, was listed on the day’s log as Falon Fox. Teela scrolled through the log, then exited her shared management office and
headed toward the front counter to make sure she was waiting for her VIP client the moment she walked through the door.
The health-club lobby was contemporary, with chocolate leather sofas, accented by beet red throw pillows, and oil paintings. The random knickknacks along the oval glass tables had an African theme. A large crested OGS was carved into the enormous, snow-white tray ceiling above. And a magnificent, hand-cut crystal chandelier was perched overhead.
“How are you?” asked a tall black man with a finely trimmed beard and a buzz cut. He’d just walked in and scanned his membership card through the magnetic stripe reader.
Teela nodded, looking up at him. “I’m good. Welcome to the Olympic.”
“Thanks. It’s good to be here this morning. Wouldn’t have wanted to have missed out on seeing you standing there looking all good, like you’re God’s gift to mankind.” His eyes spoke to her body.
Teela blinked and blushed from the sheer force of her body wanting to speak back. “That’s nice of you. You have a good workout now.” She wasn’t trying to be obvious by biting his flirtatious vibe too hard, even though she did take a second to check out his well-defined ass as he turned to walk away, admiring the fruits of his obvious long-term weightlifting labor. He turned back and caught the not-so-sly ending to her molesting glance. She tried to be slick and rubbed the back of her neck, focusing on her coworker who was on the other side of the counter. Anything but lick his ass with her eyes.
“So, Jennifer, did you work yesterday?”
“I did.” The young lady’s face said she didn’t miss a second of the booty fantasizing taking place before her.
“I heard it was quiet. Usual hump-day crowd, huh?” Teela asked, fingering through a stack of papers, straightening things along the granite countertop.
“Yeah, you could say that,” her coworker chuckled.
Teela turned back toward the door and saw a brown-skinned, slender woman with wide hips approaching, carrying a small canvas gym bag over her shoulder. She was looking down at her smart phone as she walked. Her long hair was red, and so were her scarlet nails. Teela said, “Hello.”