Ghetto Girls Too

by Anthony Whyte

  “You like?” The question came with no pressure. Eric took less time to fork over the answer.

  “Not bad. Japanese?” he asked.

  “Close. We’re Malaysian and would you believe twins? We double your fun,” they teased, shaking their enhanced breasts in his face.

  “Nice advertisement. I bet you can back that up,” Eric said bringing the shot glass to his lips.

  “We’d love to take you into the Champagne Room and show you how much we can really do. It really is double the pleasure,” they said in unison. Smiling the whole time, their hands massaged him around the crotch area. The alcohol was making him feel tipsy so his words slurred when he opened his mouth.

  “I’m sure you would,” Eric said and chuckled with the thought that it would be more private and he could ask about Busta without any interruptions. The ladies rubbed themselves as they danced for Eric’s entertainment. He thought of Sophia and what she would say if she found out that he came here to see Busta. She would not believe him. Earlier, she did not believe him when he told her that Lil’ Long’s visit to the apartment was random. All weekend long, she had wanted to know more about everything. Telling her would only involve her further and ruin her career. With so many things on his mind, Eric sought to release himself by watching the ladies grind.

  Like wild bulls, his thoughts rushed against the wave of pleasure. It wasn’t going really well in his domestic life. Sophia had started to put too much pressure on the relationship. She just didn’t understand that a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, he thought as he watched the ladies dance with their hands palming and squeezing each other’s ass.

  Their eyes were wide and they smiled seductively. They caused electric sparks in the air when they began to kiss each other and Eric felt his pulse rate increasing. He bit his lip and watched them gyrating together. Maybe coming to this place had-n’t been such a good idea. Maybe I should leave before things get out of hand, Eric thought as sweat trickled down his neck and ran down the back of his shirt.

  Where was Busta? I’ve got to talk with him before Sophia does. That was his reason for being there but in the end, the shiny bodies of the young ladies writhing together was what kept Eric Ascot glued to his seat.

  He swallowed hard when he glimpsed two pair of pink nipples brush against each other. Did these girls even know of Busta’s whereabouts? I know he preferred Orientals, Eric thought as he heard them speak.

  “We can take off all our clothes in the champagne room. Double your pleasure. What do you say, big man?”

  With tension mounting in his mind, Eric needed no more convincing and he responded accordingly. Staring at the women’s bodies, Eric could feel the early start of an erection. The ladies saw the glazy look in his eyes and they knew that he wanted them. “And if we’re naughty, you get to spank both of us for free.” They both chuckled and the alcohol wore on Eric making him think of the possibilities. They continued to handle his package, massaging it well until it was swollen and he felt like he was about to blow a gasket.

  “Where’s the Champagne Room?” he asked.

  “Right over there,” they replied.

  “Let’s go to the Champagne Room, ladies,” Eric said and both girls escorted him to the private room.

  “Double your pleasure for two hundred dollars. House special, alright?” Eric Ascot had a smashed look on his face and nodded droopily. “You pay credit card or cash?” one of the ladies asked.

  “Cash,” Eric responded in almost a moan and produced two hundred and fifty dollars.

  The lights went out and the place went pitch black. Eric heard the door shut then blue lights shone. He was now able to see both women again, about five foot two each, one a little darker than the other.

  “Do any of you know Busta?” Eric asked and waited for response but all he received was the seductive bump and grind of the ladies.

  “Yes, Busta later, big black man.”

  “Yes” said Eric convinced that there was a breakthrough. “A big black man,” he smiled knowing that he finally had gotten the right response.

  “Later we get the big black man,” they said with the same seductive smile. Eric’s mind swam in a pool of alcohol. He was ripe for the picking and the ladies poured it on.

  Eric sat and watched, seduced by Asian eyes. His mind lusted as he followed the way their petite and perfectly curved bodies intertwined with each other. Crotches touching, they continued to grind. The music changed to a slow melodic drum beat with accompanying guitar licks and Sade’s rift.

  If I tell you, if I tell you now...Will you keep on... Will you keep on loving me? If I tell you, if I tell you how I feel... Will you keep bringing out the best in me? You give me, you’re giving me the sweetest taboo...You give me... You’re giving me the sweetest taboo...You’re too good for me...

  The ladies heaved long wavy, black hair across ample breasts as they sinuously and rhythmically undressed each other. They rubbed lustfully on each other’s bodies, groping and fondling as they danced. Buck naked, they moved closer sexily rubbing belly to belly as they gave their best performance.

  One’s pubic mound ground slowly into the other’s round ass. They took turns rubbing each other’s derriere and when their nipples touched, it sent electric shocks through the room. Eric, bug-eyed and intoxicated, watched without blinking. He could hardly sit still but he felt the stability of the music.

  There’s a quiet storm and it never felt like this before... There’s a quiet storm that is you...There’s a quiet storm and it never felt this hot before...You’re giving me something that’s taboo...

  “Ah,” Eric sighed when he felt his pants come unbuttoned as one lady freed herself from the other and was now working on him. He smiled and his breath came in gasps as the other girl continued touching herself.

  You give me the sweetest taboo. That’s why I am in love with you...You give me the sweetest taboo you too good for me... You’re just too good for me... I’ll do any thing for you... I’ll stand out in the rain... Anything you want me to do... Don’t let it slip away...

  Eric drooled with vulgar desires as he watched the seductive grinding pelvises moving in sync with the licks from the rhythm guitar. Every inch of their bodies were similar in size. Naked, they squirmed, writhed and moaned as the ladies played with themselves.

  “Hey, you like? We’re double your fun, mister,” They said getting closer and pulling Eric off his perch. He was too drunk to resist. They started grinding their bodies hard against Eric. Unable to move around too much, Eric held on for support. His hands felt around until he felt soft flesh. Instinctively, he fondled.

  “Oh, now you’re awake. We thought we were putting you to sleep. Yes, that’s it, big man,” one of the ladies said.

  After a few minutes of waltzing around and them grinding themselves against him, Eric grew a little dizzy. Both the ladies stuck to his thighs like glue. Eric worked to free himself of their grasp.

  “Hold up. I’m out of breath and I need another drink. Let me sit for a minute,” Eric said and plopped back into his seat.

  “I’ll get you your drink,” one of the ladies said as she poured Eric some champagne.

  “Nah, sweetheart, the champagne is for you. I want something stronger.”

  “Okay then I’ll get you a shot of Cognac.”

  “Yeah, that’s more like it. Make it a double Hennessey.” Eric’s slur was noticeably stronger. She took the money and disappeared from the room. Eric was left alone with the other twin. He reached for her and she asked for fifty more dollars.

  “If you give me fifty more, I’ll suck you off,” she said licking her lips. “Just the way you like it,” she added with a grin.

  “How much for both?” Eric asked pulling out another C-note. Just then her partner returned and she whispered something into her ear. She smiled and nodded in agreement then gave Eric two shot glasses and the bottle of liquor. “I only wanted a double but I’ll keep these,” he said taking both glasses.

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nbsp; “Oh, big man, you gave me enough money to buy lots of drinks,” she replied as she took his cigar from him and slid it all over her body.

  And so they began. Both girls took a swig of the champagne and allowed the liquid to cascade over each other’s breasts. Eric’s eyes followed the bounce of shiny breasts as the ladies danced. He sat back comfortably in the sofa, closed his eyes, and imagined them attacking him. Their stiff tongues danced all over his body, his neck, his ear, and they licked him down to his fingers. It was a form of relaxation he could appreciate. His imagination raced and there was more.

  He attempted to hold on to a nipple then his fingers ran across a shaven mound. Eric could no longer resist when the smooth skin of one of the lady’s ass brushed is arm. His rock hard cock found its way into a warm moist mouth and Eric was in heaven. He was completely drunk and couldn’t stop what was happening. The pleasure was intense as the ladies took turns sucking and twisting his cock and he heard himself moan loudly.

  “Ah, ugh ooh ah-ah, yes, do it.” Eric could hear the guttural sounds coming from his mouth and couldn’t believe the pleasure.

  Eric suddenly felt intense cold on his chest. He recovered for a second to see ice cubes in one of the lady’s mouth. He watched as she licked a circle around his nipple. The ice just intensified the sensation. While this was going on, the other sucked his dick and played with his balls. His pleasure was magnified when one of the women slid her tongue in and out of his ear. She licked his temple and her tongue slid back to his nipples. She bit and pinched each to hardness. Eric became unsure about stopping them. Eric kept telling himself that he shouldn’t let it go any further but the erotica had reached such dizzying levels that he couldn’t feign resistance anymore. Eric squirmed and wiggled around so that her mouth would have a better access to the proposed target for more effective sucking. Eric was fully aroused and inebriated. The combined sensations threatened to blow his mind. Eric was in bliss.

  “Squirt it all over our titties,” they laughed and shouted as they massaged his cock. From the base to the tip, they rubbed him until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “Oh, yeah, ah ugh yes!” Eric shouted.

  His legs shook violently as he spurted all over their breasts. They laughed and rubbed the creamy liquid onto their shiny skin.

  “Thank you, Mr. Big Man,” one of the girls shouted when she saw Eric peel off another hundred-dollar bill.

  “Hmmm, great job, baby. You come back later and we give you the information.”

  “Why can’t you tell me now? Doesn’t cash rule?”

  “Its our boss. You come back later and we tell you then.”

  “What time do you get off?” Eric said fighting to recover from the ordeal.

  “We’ll tell you where the big man is when you come back. Our shift ends at six am.”

  “Right, right. I’ll get back at you then.”

  “All right, just ask for the Geisha twins in the front and they’ll tell you where we are,” the lady said and slipped a card into his shirt pocket. Eric peeled off another hundred and went back to the bar. There he sat quietly and drank enjoying the show from afar. He stayed in the club until three in the morning. Vowing to himself to come back later, he left and went back to recording studio.

  TWENTY-ONE

  He felt loneliness and guilt follow him inside the studio. Ascot’s mind flashed to his experiences earlier at the club. “The Geisha twins,” he whispered and shook his head as he turned several knobs on. The instruments lit up and hummed. Eric checked his cell phone. Busta is still missing in action, he thought.

  Ascot adjusted the settings on the instruments and a song played. As he listened repeatedly to the rhythm, Ascot tried to conceive of an arrangement that wouldn’t disturb the vocals that would be laid over the top of it. This was a difficult process made worse by the images of the dancing girls and the music that played. For the first time in a long time, Ascot felt the pressure.

  Eric had been grinding out song after song and hit after hit for the past six years. But now, he felt worn and tried to focus on the beat to see if it was too fast or too slow. He needed it to be just right. The songs reverberated in his head and he fussed with the settings each time trying to make it right. It was something he was used to. What was different was that he had never cheated on Sophia before. He really hadn’t wanted to start now.

  Eric vowed that he would never go back to the club. Deep down, he knew it to be another lie. The song churned in his mind. Over and over again, Ascot fiddled with the settings and listened. He tried an uptempo beat then slowed it down. Eric adjusted the bass and that didn’t do it either.

  Morning came and he was still trying to make the music right. The final product wasn’t what he expected. It featured a hybrid of hip hop drums and Ascot’s skewed instrumentation. His ordeal from the previous night had fueled his resolve to complete the song but somehow, it still wasn’t right.

  An Ascot produced song was invariably a hit coming out the studio. His signature sound was top notch. Eric sustained this level of dominance because of sheer intensity and hard work. Eric was determined to change the world through his music. That was the reason he kept searching hard to find what was wrong with this one. The song played repeatedly and Eric’s mind spun in his attempt to fix it.

  TWENTY-TWO

  At 7:00 am Monday morning, Sophia heard her alarm blasting. She peeked out from underneath the comforter and hit the snooze button. Fifteen minutes later, the blaring sound found Sophia still asleep. She managed eventually to struggle free of the bed and headed to the kitchen. Sophia turned on the coffee pot then walked to the bathroom. The door was locked and Sophia knocked on the door.

  “I’ll be right out,” Deedee said from behind the door. Sophia heard the sound of running water. Seconds later, the door flew open and Sophia raced into the bathroom.

  “Hi, Sophia,” Deedee said.

  “Hey, girl. You got school?”

  “Nope, school’s out for a week. Spring recess, remember.”

  “Oh, I see,” Sophia said and closed the door. Deedee wandered off to her temporary bedroom. She dug through her overnight bag and found her cell phone. There were no messages.

  She looked at the time. It was 7:15 so she decided to call her uncle. The phone rang until she got his voicemail. Deedee left a message at the sound of the beep. Putting the cell down, she laid down and tried closing her eyes. The images from her weekend appeared like she expected. I’m probably going to be seeing his ugly face whenever I close my eyes, she thought. The images had haunted her every night of the weekend and probably would for sometime to come. There would be rough days ahead but I’ll have to be brave like Coco. Deedee’s mind worked overtime as she rolled around in the bed trying to find the perfect spot to lay her head. Where’s Uncle E? She wondered.

  Her eyes had closed momentarily when she heard the rap on the door. She peered above the covers to see Sophia.

  “Hey, Dee, you want some breakfast?”

  “No, I’m fine,” Deedee replied.

  “All right. I’ll have to give you my keys.”

  “Have you heard from Uncle E?”

  “I was just about to ask you. I thought I heard you on the telephone with someone. I thought maybe...”

  “Oh, I was leaving him a message to see how he was doing.”

  “I could leave my set of keys before I go, okay? Sure you don’t want breakfast?”

  “Maybe later. It’s too early.”

  “Okay, I think there are cereal, eggs, and sausages. The only thing is you’re gonna have to cook yourself.”

  “That’s okay, Sophia,” Deedee said cutting off Sophia.

  “Don’t worry so much. I’ll be fine. Besides, you’ve got to get to work.”

  “Hey, you’re right. Time is flying. Let me go get dressed,” Sophia said and backed out as she closed the door. “I’ll stop in and say bye before I go.” Sophia hurried to the next room and began planning her outfit for the day.

 
; Deedee curled up under the comforter and wondered aloud as to where her uncle was. “Where are you, Uncle E?” She thought of what had occurred over the weekend and knew that it had affected the relationship between her uncle and Sophia. They both acted overly cautious whenever they spoke to her. Deedee knew this meant everything was not good between them. It was-n’t that he had spent the entire night in the studio. Deedee knew her uncle had studio sessions that lasted forever. He could spend days and nights making music but she also saw the way they treated each other and couldn’t help but notice the strained silence between them all weekend. Something like a fight had to have gone down between the two. It’s never been like this ever, Deedee thought.

  Neither Eric nor Sophia was letting her know much about the fight or even that a fight had occurred. She was miffed but sought solace between the blankets. Deedee held on to all of her questions. It was morning and she didn’t want to bombard Sophia. That would be too annoying and downright pushy, she thought.

  Deedee adjusted her body and tried to get comfortable as she lay in the bed. She wanted to think good thoughts but the memories from the weekend would not leave her mind. Deedee turned on the radio and listened to the early morning ramble of the deejay. She sat listening and mentally planning the coming week. The rattling of the coffee pot startled her.

  “Do you want me to turn that off for you, Sophia?” Deedee asked jumping from her perch on the bed. She caught herself as she saw Sophia already fixing herself a cup of coffee. “Well, I see you’ve got it. You look really nice. I love the pants suit. Nice shirt,” Deedee said, admiring Sophia.

  “Did your uncle return your call, Dee?”

  “Nope, I guess he got really busy. He’ll probably call as soon as you leave.”

  “Yep that’s him,” Sophia said and added, “Always late.” She checked herself once again in the mirror. Deedee sat up and paid attention.