Kiss the Girls and Make Them Cry

by Brittani Williams

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  “Mr. Orgasm” finally made it through the boisterous crowd of screaming females. When he reached the upstairs balcony, the first person he noticed was India. For a few seconds, their eyes locked. For that single moment in time, all the noise around them had suddenly silenced. The gentle smack on his ass brought Ricky back to reality. It was one of the beautiful twins, smiling and standing behind him. Her identical twin was already waiting by the door of the Champagne Room. Both women were dressed in black, tight-fitted V-neck dresses with no bra or panties underneath. They were two tall redbones, with long, silky black hair, and bodies like runway models. India didn’t say a word. She just watched as the one twin grabbed Ricky’s hand and led him over to her grinning sister. When the three of them went inside the room and shut the door, India turned back around and looked over the balcony, disappointed.

  Half-drunk women were throwing money in the air like it grew on trees. Dancers were giving lap dances or taking women into the other available Champagne Rooms. Artie, the bartender, had his hands full with paying customers. DJ Twist blended hit song after hit song on the two turntables. Big Nook and his men controlled the crowd. Nancy was back inside her private office, stuffing the money she made off the door into the secret safe she had behind the large file cabinet.

  India stool outside of the room unable to move. There wasn’t a need for her to stand guard, but she’d often wished that she could take the place of other women in the room with “Mr. Orgasm.” There were a few times that she’d even tried to listen in at the door, but the music was too loud most times to hear much of anything. She was envious of the women that would get private time with him. She’d always try her best to make it less obvious that she was there only to spy on him by always shuffling paper or keeping her phone—anything—in her hand. Anything that wouldn’t make her look like a creep. She was just interested in what it was that kept them coming back week after week for more.

  * * *

  Inside the room, Ricky was seated in one of the plush leather chairs with both twins down on their knees slobbing all over his dick and balls. Both of them showed him equal attention. You could hear the slurping sounds mixed with their moans. While most people would be disgusted by the thought of having a threesome with identical twins, Ricky could care less. For him, this was just a paycheck, and he’d perform as if they were the only two women in the world.

  After a few more minutes of oral pleasure, Ricky was back in control. The women loved to give him head, but they’d only paid for an hour of his time, and unless they planned on paying for additional time, it was time to fuck these women and get it over with. He found his mind drifting to India. He was aware of the fact that she would hang around outside of the room often while he saw his private clients. He couldn’t lie about his attraction to her. There were times where he’d pictured her while he was fucking other women. It was getting harder to stay away from her, but he’d have to fight through the temptation as long as he possibly could. He shifted his focus back to the task at hand.

  Grabbing a condom from the shelf, he watched as both of the twins stripped naked and got into position. Both were facedown, ass up on the bench in the center of the room. He walked up behind them and slid his dick inside of one woman while using his fingers to stimulate the other one’s clit. Both women groaned almost in unison. It sounded like something straight out of a porno flick. He took turns fucking each one, all while looking at the clock. He had just a few minutes left before their time would be up. Both women had multiple orgasms, so regardless of whether Ricky himself had one, his job was still complete.

  * * *

  An hour after Ricky and the two twins walked out of the room, India was still standing on the balcony. She saw the look of total satisfaction in both women’s eyes. It was the same look that every woman who Ricky chose would walk out with afterward . . . The look that India desperately yearned for and that caused nothing but envy in her heart. After a long sigh, she turned and walked away.

  Chapter Three

  After the Show

  “Man, fuck that nigga! What kind of gay-ass name is ‘Mr. Orgasm’? I don’t know why all these fine-ass women break their necks to get up here every Monday and Wednesday!” Roscoe said seriously.

  “I don’t know why either. In high school, Ricky was a skinny no-game lame,” Damon added, as they both started laughing.

  “I know one thing, if lover boy ever try to sweet-talk my fiancée Tori, she will be the last woman he will ever do it to!” Roscoe said looking out the window of his black Cadillac Escalade. Both men sat inside the truck watching as all the women walked out of the club, very excited.

  Expensive automobiles were lined up along the street. The fall night was tranquil, so a few people had their convertible tops down. The sounds of hip hop and reggae music filled the darkness of the air. The outside of Club Chances was like a party itself. Roscoe and his right-hand man Damon were known street thugs. They did everything from selling drugs, extortion, to even kidnapping. Roscoe was a dark-skinned, stocky guy with average looks. Violence was the only way he knew how to get things done. The only person who could get to his soft side was his beautiful fiancée, Tori. She was the love of his life. That’s why he would spoil her with all the finer things that his dirty money could buy.

  His best friend Damon was a brown-skinned guy with above-average looks. Many women found him attractive but very immature. Damon was Roscoe’s “yes-man.” He agreed with everything Roscoe said. When they were all students at the University High School in West Philadelphia, Roscoe and Damon were known as the two troublemakers. Once they jumped Ricky and chased him all the way home. For four long years, Roscoe and Damon had made Ricky’s high school life miserable. After high school had finally ended, the next time Roscoe and Damon would run into Ricky again would be four years later, after Ricky had finished serving his country in the U.S. Marines. Now their one-time pushover was an ex-marine, who grew six inches taller and put on fifty pounds of muscle.

  * * *

  When Tori and her girlfriend Malinda walked out of the club, they spotted the large black truck parked right across the street. They crossed Lancaster Avenue, and both got inside. Tori leaned over and gave Roscoe a kiss on the cheek.

  “Hey, baby, how long have you been waiting?” she asked.

  “I just got here,” he lied.

  “Oh, then we’re right on time,” Tori smiled.

  “I see you got another one of those roses!” Roscoe said suspiciously, pulling his truck off down the street.

  Malinda folded her arms across her chest and sat back on the seat.

  “So like I was saying, what’s up with all these roses and shit? Did lover boy try to holla at you? ’Cause you know I’ll fuck that fake R. Kelly wannabee up!” Roscoe said stopping his truck at a red light.

  “Yeah, we’ll fuck him up!” Damon barked in.

  “Roscoe, will you stop trippin’ for nothing! I’m engaged to you. Can’t nobody on earth come between you and me, boy. ‘Mr. Orgasm’ gives out roses to a lot of girls; that’s just a part of his act,” Tori explained, putting her hand around Roscoe’s neck.

  “I’m just saying, why you got to be there every Monday and Wednesday night like some type of groupie?” Roscoe asked, enjoying Tori’s gentle hand massaging his neck.

  “Baby, I told you that it’s just something to do. It’s me and Malinda’s personal treat to us after working in that hospital all day. So can we please change the subject? I’m tired of talking about this every time we go out to the club. I don’t say nothing when you and Damon go to the clubs,” Tori said with a sad expression on her gorgeous light-skinned face.

  Roscoe looked into his beautiful fiancée’s face and shook his head with a smile. As the light turned green, he pulled off, and no one else mentioned another word about “Mr. Orgasm” or Club Chances.

  * * *

  India was standing near the front entrance, watching as all the satisfied women exited the club. She
stood there purposely so Ricky could see her before he walked out of the club.

  Big Nook looked over at India and said, “Girl, you got it bad.”

  India just shook her head and smiled back. “That obvious?” she asked.

  “Yup. Curiosity and a few other words is written all over your pretty young face,” he said.

  Big Nook was one of the few people at the club who knew about India’s deep infatuation with Ricky. Once in a while, he would tease her, but it was all in fun.

  When Ricky had finally appeared from out of the dressing room, he was fully dressed. He had on a thick wool sweater and a pair of faded Sean John jeans. On his feet was a pair of brown suede Tims. The two attractive twins were waiting for him at their table. When Ricky approached the smiling women, they stood up from their chairs, and each grabbed one of his arms. Before Ricky and his lovely friends walked out the door, he shook Big Nook’s hand and looked over at India.

  “Hi, India,” he said, seeing the sad expression on her face.

  “Hi, Ricky. I’ll see you Wednesday night, right?” she asked, replacing the sad look on her face with a fake smile.

  “For sure, beautiful,” he said with a smile and gave her a wink before walking out the door with the attractive twins.

  “Don’t worry, India. If it’s meant to be, it will happen pretty, and not even your mean-ass mother will be able to stop what’s inevitable,” Big Nook said before walking toward the back of the club.

  India stood in the entrance and watched as Ricky and one of the twins got inside of his black BMW. Before Ricky had pulled off, he looked out the window and saw India staring at him. Ricky had liked India from the first moment they were introduced. He had thought India was one of the sweetest, most beautiful women he’d ever met. It was hard for him to keep his distance from her. She was young, educated, and sexy, all rolled up in one. Every time he looked into her sexy brown eyes, he could feel her spirit calling him toward her. But he had been warned by Nancy to “keep away from her, or else.” Nancy had her reasons, and so did he. Not a day went by without Ricky ever wondering, what if?

  * * *

  When Ricky slowly pulled away, a sky-blue Lexus coupe was following close behind his car, with the other twin inside it. India let her eyes follow both cars until they disappeared into the darkness of the fall night. After a long sigh, she went back inside the club. The club workers were cleaning and putting the chairs on top of the tables. DJ Twist saw India and walked over to her. In his hands were a few albums and his headphones. “You all right, India?” he asked with great concern, seeing the distant look on her face.

  “Yeah, I’m fine, Twist. Nice job,” she said with a smile.

  “Thanks, India. Make sure you tell your mom I’ll be here early on Wednesday.”

  “All right, Twist. Just make sure you get home safely,” she said.

  When Twist saw his girlfriend’s car pull up in front of the club, he said his good-byes and rushed out the door. After the workers had cleaned up the club and left, India watched Big Nook lock the door behind them. Once everyone was gone, India and Big Nook walked back into Nancy’s private office.

  “Girl, what’s your problem?” Nancy asked, seeing the sad look on India’s face.

  “Nothing, Mom,” India said, brushing her off.

  Nancy looked at her daughter with one of those (tell-it-to-somebody-else) expressions. She knew exactly what India’s problem was. But as long as Nancy was breathing and still alive, India would have to live and deal with it.

  Chapter Four

  Just the Three of Us

  Twenty-five minutes later

  The BMW and the Lexus pulled up and parked beside each other. Ricky and the two lovely twins got out of the two cars. The twins followed Ricky into his spacious, elegant loft. The loft was near Delaware Avenue, one of the hippest streets in all of Philadelphia that was adjacent to the Delaware River. The twins’ names were Keri and Teri. They were from Trenton, New Jersey.

  Ricky walked over to the built-in wall unit and shuffled through some CDs. When he found what he was looking for, he put in the CD and pressed play. Instantly, the smooth melodic voices of Floetry flowed out of the speakers. The loft was laid out. Wall-to-wall, tan-colored carpet, high ceiling, plants, black art, cream-colored leather sectional, and a huge plasma TV. Ricky walked over to the twins and stood between them.

  “Did y’all enjoy our moment at the club?” he asked.

  “Yes, we did,” both twins said in unison.

  “Well, that was just the appetizer. Now it’s time for the main course. You get to have me all night without watching the clock,” he said, grabbing each of their hands.

  Ricky and the twins had a strange sexual relationship. He had met them at the club six months earlier. Since their first encounter, they would meet up every three weeks for a night, or sometime a weekend, of exciting sex. Afterward, they would pay him for a job well done.

  The twins eagerly followed Ricky into the master bedroom. A king-size canopy bed sat in the middle of the floor. It was neatly made up with a thick, white quilt and four, large fluffy pillows. The large walls were covered with mirrors; even the entire ceiling. Small white speakers were situated inside the four corners of the room. Ricky had it wired so that the music being played in the living room could be heard crystal clear in the bedroom as well.

  “Would y’all like something to drin—?”

  “No!” the twins shouted in unison, cutting him off in midspeech. Before Ricky could say another word, the twins started getting undressed. They both slid their dresses to the floor and stepped out of them. They stood side by side with their beautiful, naked bodies next to each other.

  As Ricky stood there with a pleased smile on his face, the twins started undressing him. When they were finally finished, they walked over and climbed on the large bed. Everywhere they looked around, they could see a reflection of themselves in the wall-covered mirrors.

  Ricky’s body was like a work of fine art. And both women were totally pleased. Keri laid Ricky back on the bed, and the two of them began passionately kissing. While their lips and tongues were locked in a sensual dance, Teri gently grabbed Ricky’s hard, long dick and invited it into the deepness of her warm, wet mouth. Teri made love to Ricky’s dick nice and slow, sending a flow of chills all throughout his body.

  As soon as Teri finished her erotic performance, she and Keri switched positions. Now Keri would finish up the wonderful job that her identical twin started. Teri straddled herself on Ricky’s face, while her sister continued to please him orally. Ricky took Teri’s pussy lips into his mouth and immediately found the doorway to her sensitive clit. She held on to the headboard, while Ricky’s magical tongue maneuvered all around her clitoris. He reached under a pillow and grabbed a magnum condom; then he tossed it to Keri, who was still performing and giving a wonderful blowjob.

  Ricky had his arms wrapped around Teri’s legs as his mouth made love to her pussy lips. She gripped the headboard, staring at herself in the mirror while Ricky ate her pussy like it was the last meal of his life. After Keri had finally finished, she put the condom on Ricky’s still hard dick. After it was on, she climbed on his body, in the reverse cowgirl position. She slid Ricky’s rock-hard dick into her wet walls. Keri started riding the magnificent love stick nice and slow. Every time she went down on it, it felt like the head of Ricky’s dick was touching her stomach. And that was just the way she liked it.

  * * *

  The twins had their backs rubbing against each other. One was riding a mammoth dick, while the other one had a satisfying tongue massaging her clit. The moans and grunts from both women started filling the air. Ricky lay back on the bed satisfying both women at the same time.

  “Ahhh! Yes!” Keri moaned out, as she slid up and down his dick.

  “Ohhh! Yhhhh!” Teri yelled out, as Ricky’s tongue brought her trembling body a powerful orgasm.

  “I’m com . . . com . . . commiinng too!” Keri screamed out as an orgasm
swept through her trembling body. Then Keri’s body slumped down to the bed. Hard breathing began escaping her nose and mouth. Ricky lifted up Teri’s body and laid her beside him. He rolled her over and placed both of her legs on top of his broad shoulders. With his still rock-hard dick, Ricky slid it inside of her pussy as far as it could go. As he performed long, hard strokes, Teri moaned with joy and pain. Keri sat there playing with her pussy, watching as her twin sister got her brains fucked out.

  “What’s my name?” Ricky yelled out.

  “‘Mr. Orgasm? Mr. Orgasm! Mr. Orgasm!’” Teri shouted out. “Oh God! ‘Mr. Orgasm,’ I’m com—coming again!” she cried out.

  Ricky paid her cries no mind. He was like a man possessed with lust and passion.

  “Please! I . . . I . . . ca . . . can’t go no more!” Teri screamed as another intense orgasm ran throughout her trembling body. Her sister Keri sat on the bed with a look of total disbelief on her pretty face. Right there in front of her own eyes, she watched her sister scream, beg, and yell in pure ecstasy.

  “Ahhh! Oh! Yea! Yes! ‘Mr. Orgasm!’” Teri screamed out before she finally blacked out and slumped down on the bed.

  * * *

  Ricky looked down at his sexual prey and smiled. Then he turned and looked over at Keri. “You ready?” he asked as he crawled his naked body toward hers.

  Keri looked at her unconscious sister and just shook her head. “I want the same thing you gave to my sister!”