“Do you think we can get one of those yellow roses off of ‘Mr. Orgasm’?” Malinda asked dreamily.
“Girl, I wish! I love my baby Roscoe, but that sexy-ass nigga ‘Mr. Orgasm’ is one man I wouldn’t hesitate to give a shot to!” Tori said with a sensuous smile.
“Me too!” Malinda laughed. “I heard that his sex is so good that he be turning women asses out!”
“Don’t believe the hype! I mean, he’s fine and all, but what can that nigga do that hasn’t been done yet? Maybe he can turn out some of those young bitches, but with a grown-ass woman, it won’t be nothing more than sex,” Tori stated.
“Girl, I’m just telling you what I heard,” Malinda replied.
“One thing for sure, I would still love to find out,” Tori said as they both started laughing.
* * *
“What’s up, DJ Twist?” a short, brown-skinned female said as Twist walked out of the restroom.
“What’s up, Lexi? Having fun?” Twist asked, walking toward the DJ booth.
“Not really. I’m just about ready to go. My girl is coming by to pick me up. You know I don’t mess with no drugs at all! Don’t let security find out you got those X-pills in here. They’re not allowed in the club. A guy who works here is selling them!” Lexi said.
“Who? What guy?” Twist asked, shocked.
Lexi scanned through the large crowd. When she saw Flex talking to two attractive young females, she said, “Him. The cute guy over there.” She pointed. “Ain’t he one of the exotic dancers that works on Monday and Wednesday nights?”
When Twist saw the person she was talking about was Flex, he just shook his head.
“Well, doesn’t he work here?”
“Yeah, he’s an exotic dancer,” Twist muttered.
“Well, Mr. Exotic Dancer over there is the X-Man, and I ain’t talking about the movie with Halle Berry in it. More than half the people in here have bought some e-pills from him. And he’s so cute that some of the girls who don’t take X still buy them off of him,” Lexi said. “Twist, if you decide to change your mind, me and Lori will be outside of the club inside my car.”
“No, I’m cool, Lexi,” Twist said.
“Suit yourself,” Lexi said, walking away through the crowd. Twist watched as Flex maneuvered throughout the club. He decided that he would only tell Ricky about Flex’s new secret occupation. When the song was about to end, he hurried back to the empty DJ booth.
Chapter Eleven
Me and Mrs. Jones
Wednesday morning, 9:56 a.m.
Ricky was standing in the doorway of his loft in nothing but his white silk Gucci robe and matching slippers. With his arms crossed, he watched as the $200,000 all-black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly pulled up and parked. The elegant car had a luxurious interior and could go from 0 to 60 in 5.7 seconds. The Phantom rolled around on twenty-two-inch specially designed rims that were imported from California.
Gloria Jones stepped out of her car. She had on a pair of tinted Dolce & Gabbana frames, a multicolored Dolce & Gabbana dress, and a pair of matching D&G strap-around sandals. Her long, blond hair was tied in a ponytail that hung down to the center of her back. At forty-nine, Gloria had a beautiful face and the body of a woman half her age. She was once one of the top models at the Ford Modeling Agency. She stood five foot ten and weighed 135 pounds. Her deep blue eyes were the color of the Pacific Ocean.
Gloria and Ricky had met at a bachelorette party six months earlier. Ever since that day when they exchanged numbers, Ricky had been Gloria’s handsome, young, black secret lover. Ricky’s elegant private loft, his BMW, and the new Rolex watch that he sported around were all gifts from her. None of it had made a dent in her Prada purse. Gloria was paid, loaded, big time. Her husband Larry Jones III was number 357 on the Forbes 400 list for the wealthiest 400 people in the United States. His family owned the second-largest steel company in the entire country, The Jones Steel Corporation.
Gloria reached into her car and grabbed three large shopping bags. After she shut the door, she turned around and just stood there for a few seconds, letting her blue eyes stare at her young black stallion. She slowly rolled her tongue over her upper lip. After a long sigh, she walked past Ricky and into the cozy loft. Ricky closed the door and turned around.
“How did the operations go?”
“Perfect,” she said, referring to the tummy tuck and the new set of 36DD breasts her husband paid for.
“I think you’re gonna really enjoy my new babies,” she said with a sly smile. “Yesterday, I stopped by the sex shop on South Street and picked up a few more toys. A remote control vibrator, handcuffs, neck chokers, a whip, dildo, and a small, handheld paddle so you can spank me when I’m naughty,” Gloria said with a seductive smile.
“What’s in the other bags?” he asked with a grin.
“Oh, you know I can’t go shopping without picking up a few items for you,” Gloria said, reaching inside the white Macy’s bags. She pulled out a new black leather pea coat, a red cashmere crewneck, two pairs of Gucci jeans, Prada and Versace sneakers, and Sean John, Polo, and Calvin Klein colognes.
“Gloria, I told you that you don’t have to keep buying me stuff,” Ricky said seriously.
“And I told you, handsome, that I don’t mind. If I don’t use the Black Card that I have, then what’s the use of having it?” she explained, sitting down on the soft leather sectional.
Ricky sat right across from her. Gloria spread her legs apart so he could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her dress.
“Can I ask you a serious question, Gloria?”
Gloria took off her frames and set them on the glass coffee table. “Sure, go ahead,” she said, looking into Ricky’s serious eyes.
“Why me? Is it just sex?”
Gloria smiled and shook her head. Then she leaned forward and grabbed Ricky’s hands.
“Yes, the sex plays a major part, or else I wouldn’t be risking my marriage or reputation by sneaking over here to have sex with you. Believe it or not, Ricky, every white woman wants to experience the lovemaking of a black man. Black men possess an exotic aura that no other man on earth has. When you’re fucking me, I can feel your passion, pain, and desires, all at the same time. Besides the great sex, you’re a handsome, sweet man, and that’s why I don’t mind doing all the things that I do for you.” Gloria went down to her knees and started crawling toward Ricky. When she got to him, she untied his silk robe. Her body was already burning with desire. Gloria grabbed his hard dick and started teasing the head with her tongue.
“You have a lot of stuff with you, Gloria,” Ricky said putting his hand on the top of her head.
“Even us rich white bitches have a dark side!” she said, as she started licking his dick like a chocolate ice-cream cone. Ricky lay back on the chair and closed his eyes while Gloria made love to his dick with her warm, wet mouth.
* * *
When India walked down the stairs, Nancy was sitting at the living-room table counting large stacks of money.
“Where are you going?” Nancy asked.
“I’m going out for a drive. I have a lot of things on my mind.”
“You need a damn man in your life, and then you won’t be around here stressing all the time!” Nancy said with an attitude as she wrapped a rubber band around one of the money stacks.
“Mom, please don’t start with me this morning,” India said, irritated.
“Why don’t you come and help me count some of this money before I drop it off at the bank?” Nancy asked.
“No, thank you. Every time I look at piles of money, I think about the person who robbed and killed my father,” India said angrily. “I don’t know how you can take it so easy.”
“I had to learn to move on. The same thing you should do, India,” Nancy said.
“Sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move on,” India said sadly.
“Well, your father left you a nice hefty fortune when he died,” Nancy said wit
h a smile.
“Mom, is all you ever think about is money?” India yelled.
“What else is there to think about?” Nancy yelled back.
“What about love? I’ll take true love over money any day!” India said seriously.
“And you’ll be a damn fool! Money rules the world, while true love can only be found in movies and songs.”
“Money doesn’t rule anything! Money is the root of all evil! Mom, one day I’m gonna find my true love and prove you wrong! I don’t care if we are poor or rich; as long as we love each other, that’s all that will ever matter!” India said, walking toward the front door.
“India! India!” Nancy yelled from the table.
“Yes, Mother!” India said, turning around.
“Make sure you open the club on time, ’cause we have a lot of money to make tonight!” Nancy said sarcastically.
India angrily shook her head and walked to the front door. After she got into her Range Rover, she sped off down the street with tears dripping down her face.
* * *
“I love the way you fuck me, Ricky!” Gloria yelled. Ricky had Gloria bent over the king-size bed with his long, hard dick deep inside her wet pussy. At the same time, he had a seven-inch distance-controlled vibrator inside her tight asshole. The small remote control was inside of his hand. A black leather neck choker was strapped around Gloria’s neck. Ricky had the long leather strap wrapped around his wrist, pulling it every time he would stroke in and out of her throbbing pussy. Gloria was a cold freak! The rougher the sex, the better she like it. She had no boundaries when she would get with her secret black lover. Anal sex, oral, ass spankings, golden showers—was all a part of her sexual résumé.
“Oh my God, I’m having another orgasm!” Gloria shouted, feeling the double penetration moving inside her body. Ricky continued to stroke hard and deep, bringing Gloria total satisfaction.
“Ahhh! ‘Mr. Orgasm!’ I, I love this black dick!” she groaned in ecstasy. Her body was tingling all over with pleasure.
“I’m your bitch! Fuck this pussy! Fuck this white pussy!” Gloria grunted. Ricky stroked harder as he pulled on the leather neck strap. The remote control in his hand to the vibrator was turned on high. He could feel the vibration every time his dick slid inside her wet pussy. Gloria’s neck was dark red. Her freshly manicured fingers gripped the silk sheets. Tears of pain and pleasure fell down from her blue eyes.
“Bitch, what’s my name? Tell me, bitch!” Ricky shouted.
“‘Mr. Orgasm!’ Your name . . . is ‘Mr. Orgasm!’ Oh, oh, I’m coming again! Mr. Orgasm, oh, oh, oh!” Gloria shouted out slumping down on the bed. Ricky slid out his hard dick, but he left the vibrator still stuck inside her ass. He reached over and grabbed the small ass-paddle from the bed. After he wrapped the strap tighter around his hand, he said, “You’ve been a bad girl, and you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Gloria said in a seductive voice.
Ricky raised his right hand high up in the air, and then came down with the wooden paddle hard on her round, white ass.
Smack, smack, smack!
“Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! I’ve been a bad girl!” Gloria chanted as she started coming once again.
Chapter Twelve
Naughty & Nice
A few hours later
“Everything is ready for tonight, Nancy. I’ll have my security team working out front and inside of the club,” Big Nook said, sitting in the chair right across from her desk.
“Nook, I need you to put an extra guard inside the VIP section. Too many people be sneaking in there and messing with my celebrity clientele. You know how celebrities are. When they come out to enjoy themselves, they don’t want to be hassled by nagging fans. The rapper Eve and a few of the Sixers’ wives might stop by for the show tonight. I want them all to enjoy the show without being disturbed,” Nancy said.
“I’ll get right on it,” Nook replied. “Anything else?”
Before Nancy could answer, there was a soft knock at the door. The timing was perfect, Big Nook thought to himself. He told one of his security workers to knock on the door five minutes after he had entered. Then once Nancy opened her office door, start feeding her a bogus story about seeing mice running around in the VIP section. The distraction gave Big Nook just enough time to place the mini tape recorder underneath her large desk.
“Damn mice!” Nancy said, very irritated. “Big Nook, I need you to call the exterminator.”
“If there is a few of those little bastards running around, they’ll all be dead before showtime,” Big Nook promised, walking out of the office.
Nancy shut the door behind him and walked back over to her desk and sat down. After hearing another soft tap on the door, she said, “Who is it now?”
The doorknob turned, and Flex stuck his head inside. Nancy’s frown turned into a big smile.
“Come in; lock the door,” she said eagerly. Big Nook stood on the balcony and grinned. He looked down at India sitting at the table, typing something on her laptop computer. He looked at the few dancers that had come to work early to practice their show routines. Fifteen minutes later, he saw Flex walk out of Nancy’s office with a satisfied look on his face. The dancers were still practicing. India was deep into her laptop computer. After Big Nook got off his cell phone with Detective Hightower, he thought about the hidden tape recorder and just smiled and shook his head.
After three hours of hard, rough, sex, Gloria and Ricky were laid out on the huge king-size bed. The rich, older, white female cuddled up under her young black lover. As their two naked bodies held each other, the soulful voice of Marvin Gaye flowed from the speakers. Ricky fucked Gloria every way she wanted it done. Her sore body had so many orgasms that she lost count after the seventh one. As soon as Marvin’s soulful voice started to fade away, the melodic voice of Anita Baker quickly replaced it. Gloria sat up on her elbow and looked into Ricky’s eyes.
“Promise me something,” she said earnestly.
“It depends on what it is,” Ricky said, looking in her serious blue eyes.
“I want you to promise me that you’ll always be honest with me.”
“I’ll always be honest with you, Gloria,” Ricky said seriously.
“We both know that out little secret affair won’t last forever. We are two people from two different worlds,” she said.
“Where is all of this coming from?”
“The heart! I could never have you the way that I would like. I’ve already dropped my shield for you, Ricky. That’s something I never did for my own husband. You are a very handsome young, black man, and I’m an older white woman still trying to hold on to my youth.”
“So what are you saying?” he asked, seeing the tears well up in her eyes.
“I’m saying that when you’re finally ready to move on, just don’t leave me in the dark. At least give me the opportunity to save my old heart,” Gloria said, as the tears started falling down her face.
“Gloria—”
“Just tell me you’ll do it,” she said, cutting him off.
Ricky stared deep into her watery, ocean-blue eyes and said, “I promise you that I will always be 100 percent honest with you. If I ever feel as though it’s time for me to move on with my life, I will look you into those beautiful blue eyes and tell you it’s over,” he said softly.
After they lay and rested for a few more moments, they took a warm shower together, and both got dressed. Gloria had to get back to her suburban Philadelphia mansion, and Ricky had to hurry and pick up his daughter Asia at school. When they walked out the front door, Ricky walked Gloria over to her Rolls-Royce Phantom and watched as she got inside. She put on her designer frames and rolled down the window.
“I’ll see you when time permits,” she said with a smile.
“Before you leave, can I ask you just one question?” Ricky said. “And be honest.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Can you tell me what it is
that you are so afraid of?” he asked seriously.
Gloria smiled as she took off her frames. With a sigh, she said, “I’m afraid of loving someone who cannot love me back.”
Ricky stood there in silence as Gloria put her frames back on, smiled, and rolled up the window. Then he watched as she slowly pulled off inside her quarter-million dollar automobile and disappeared. Once she was gone, Ricky got into his BMW and sped off. He couldn’t wait to see her beautiful smiling face again.
* * *
After Ricky picked up Asia from school, he took her back home and helped her with her homework. Once they finished, they played a few games of jacks and watched cartoons together. Before Ricky left, Asia asked him about India again. He promised her that she would see India soon. There are always things that you want to protect a child from, and heartbreak is one of them. His goal was never to have his daughter long for anything or anyone. This was one of the reasons he opted never to bring his daughter around any women because children become easily attached.
On his way to the club, Ricky picked up DJ Twist. When they pulled up, they immediately noticed Roscoe’s big black Escalade was parked out front. Roscoe, Damon, and Flex were all standing outside of it talking and laughing as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Ricky despised Roscoe so he hoped that he wouldn’t say anything out of line.
“Here comes the fake-ass lover boy,” Roscoe said, as soon as Ricky and DJ Twist walked by. Damon and Flex both started laughing.
“‘Mr. Orgasm!’ How fucking gay is that?” Roscoe laughed.
Ricky passed Twist his sports bag and walked up to Roscoe. “Do you have a problem with me, Roscoe?” Ricky said angrily. “If so, then we can handle it like two grown men.” Roscoe didn’t even blink; he just lifted his white T-shirt up, letting Ricky see the Desert Eagle handgun tucked inside his jeans.
“Lover boy . . . ‘Mr. Orgasm,’ or whatever they call you now, you’re way out of your league, partna!”
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