“Ahhh! My God!” she screamed as tears of pleasure fell from her eyes. Ricky laid her down on the soft, carpeted floor. Her body was trembling with pleasure. It had only been ten minutes, and she had already come three times. He climbed on top of Tori’s trembling body and placed her legs on his broad shoulders.
“Please go slow!” Tori begged.
Ricky smiled and said, “Don’t worry, beautiful, I will.” Then he slowly slid his dick back inside of her wetness. Ricky pinned her body down and started delivering long, slow strokes.
“Ohh! Yes! God!” Tori moaned out. Each time Ricky went inside of her, he would go in as far as he could. Then he moved his hips around like a professional belly dancer. Left, right, up and down. Tori came two more times.
“Ahhh! I . . . I . . . com . . . com . . . coming!” She screamed.
Ricky put his lips to her ear and whispered, “Beautiful, this is just the beginning.”
Tori couldn’t believe that she had come so much in such a short period of time. Her fiancé Roscoe had never made her come more than twice. Ricky was still rock hard, taking his precious time, stroking slow. He turned Tori around on all fours. Then he held onto her hips and started fucking her in the doggie-style position. This time, he stroked harder and faster.
“Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Ohh! ‘Mr. Orgasm!’ I feel you all up inside of me!” Tori moaned. “Ohh!”
Ricky kept stroking. While he stroked, he slapped her phat ass.
“Oh shit! I’m having another orgasm!” Tori yelled out.
“Ahhh! Ohhh!” she moaned as the powerful orgasm swept throughout her body. When Ricky pulled out of her, Tori’s naked body slumped down to the floor. In the doggie-style position, Ricky had fucked her hard and aggressive. He showed her pussy no mercy. Ricky looked down at Tori, as she was now lying in the fetal position. Her entire body was still trembling with pleasure. He walked over and kneeled down in front of her.
“Beautiful, I really enjoyed myself. Thank you,” he said softly. Tori didn’t even respond. Her half hour with Ricky was the best sex that she had ever had in her life, and it was the first time Tori ever had an orgasm from penetration alone. Ricky kissed her on the forehead, then stood up before walking over to the towel rack. He grabbed a dry towel and walked back over to Tori. Her body was still trembling. He took the towel and wiped the wetness from around her inner thighs, pussy, and legs. This was something totally new to her. Whenever she and Roscoe had finished sex, he would immediately roll over and fall asleep, never paying attention to her needs, only his own. After they both dressed, Ricky gave Tori his business card.
“Call me, and the next time, I promise you, beautiful, that it will be ten times better,” he said. “Can I keep these?” Ricky asked holding her thong in his hand.
“Yeah, go head,” Tori said dreamily.
Ricky put the thong inside his sports bag. After he zipped his bag up, he walked over and kissed Tori on her forehead again.
“Hope to see you soon,” he said before walking out of the room.
Five minutes later, Tori walked out of the room, more content than ever. She saw Ricky talking to Nancy, but she kept walking on. The music was banging, and everybody was still enjoying themselves. No one seemed to pay her any mind. Her girlfriend Malinda saw her and quickly ran up to her. Malinda saw the satisfied look in her eyes and said, “Damn! That good, huh?”
“Where’s Flex? Did he see me?” Tori asked nervously.
“No, that nigga is too busy running around bragging and chasing pussy,” Malinda said. She grabbed Tori’s hand and pulled her into a secluded area of the club.
“What happened?” she asked curiously. Tori looked into her best friend’s eyes and said softly, “Malinda, that man just fucked the shit out of me in that room! I came about five times!” Tori said seriously.
“What? But y’all was only up there for half an hour,” Malinda said, shocked.
“I’m telling you, Malinda, ‘Mr. Orgasm’ just fucked my brains out, girl. My pussy is still hurting. The nigga’s dick is way bigger than Roscoe’s.”
“What? Oh my God!” Malinda laughed.
“After we finished, he said thank you, and then wiped me down with a towel,” Tori said, shaking her head in total disbelief.
“I don’t think he even came because his dick was still hard when he pulled out of me.”
“Damn! I told you, girl! I told you about the rumors!” Malinda said.
“He took my panties as a souvenir.
“Girl, you crazy!” Malinda laughed. “You gonna see him again?”
“I hope so. He told me the next time it will be ten times better.”
Malinda just stood there shaking her head. After hearing all the details, her panties were filled with wetness. She gave Tori back her engagement ring and said, “So now, what’s up with you and Roscoe?”
“I don’t know, but soon we gonna have to sit down and have a nice long talk,” Tori said.
“You’re gonna tell him?” Malinda asked, shocked.
“Hell no! But I am gonna tell Roscoe that we need to slow down with our marriage plans. Right now, Malinda, I have a lot of things to think about,” Tori said seriously.
“I told you, girl, that his sex be turning women out! I told you!” Malinda said.
“I’m cool,” Tori said softly—but unconvincingly.
“No, the hell you ain’t. Your body is still trembling,” Malinda reminded her.
After leaving the club, Tori and Malinda saw Roscoe’s big black truck and walked across the street and got inside.
“Enjoy yourself?” Roscoe asked, pulling off down the street.
“Yeah, I had a nice time,” Tori said.
“Good. I’m hungry. Let’s go to Denny’s,” Roscoe said. “You hungry?”
“I’m starving!” Tori replied.
Malinda sat back on the backseat and didn’t say a word. While Roscoe and Damon were talking, Tori looked back and shook her head. After Malinda winked, Tori turned back around. On the drive to Denny’s, her satisfied body never stopped trembling.
Chapter Fifteen
Keep It on the Down Low
Inside the men’s bathroom, Ricky, Neo, and Thunder were all talking.
“Ricky, I saw her face when she left the club. What did you do to that girl?” Neo asked.
“I did what I do,” he said.
“You must have done one hell of a job!” Thunder added, patting him on the back.
“Yeah, but y’all know what?” Ricky said seriously.
“What’s that?” the two said in unison.
“I can tell she’s a nice girl. She was just infatuated and curious, just like most of those women are. So I’m not gonna hurt her, because my beef ain’t with her; it’s with her man,” Ricky said.
“Do you think she’s happy with him?” Neo asked.
“Probably not sexually; maybe not at all. One thing that I know for sure is, when a woman is totally satisfied with her man, she will not let nobody enter their love circle. It don’t matter how handsome, rich, or how nice the person’s body is. A real woman will not violate herself or the man she loves,” Ricky said.
“Well, where the hell are the real women at?” Thunder asked. “My cousin went to prison, and his wife left him after just seven months in. His own wife!”
“Yeah, and look at all the wives that come here to get their freak on. All the wives who running around creeping on the down low. All the wives we fucking, then sending them back home with lustful memories and wet pussies,” Neo added.
“All I know, fellas, is we all have a soul mate out there somewhere. One thing for sure is, I won’t settle for anyone that’s less than a queen. I won’t stop doing my thing until I’m 100 percent positive that I’ve found my soul mate,” Ricky said seriously. He looked into the mirror and checked his appearance. After wiping his goatee, he and his friends walked out of the bathroom.
After the show had ended and all the women had left the club, India stood back waiting as the
club workers cleaned up the club. Nancy and Big Nook were inside her office with the door locked. Most of the dancers had gotten dressed and left. DJ Twist had packed up his equipment and left the club when his girlfriend showed up, beeping the horn outside. India watched as Ricky and Thunder was walking toward her.
“Hey, India, see you next Monday,” Thunder said.
“All right, Thunder,” she replied with a mile. “Nice show you did, Ricky.”
“Thank you, India. Where were you? I didn’t see you.”
“I was chilling in the back. You know me. I like to stay out of the way,” she said.
“Did you get with the contest winner?” he asked.
“Yeah, everything is set. I’ll call your cell phone and give you the details tomorrow. If you don’t answer, I’ll leave a message on your voice mail service. It will be definitely next Friday.”
“That’s fine; I’ll make sure I’m free.”
“Ricky, Ricky—”
“Yes, India, what is it?”
After a long sigh, she said, “I just wanted to tell you again how much I really enjoyed your show.”
“What about me?” Thunder asked jokingly.
“You too, Thunder,” she said playfully.
India walked over to the door and stood in the doorway. She watched as Ricky and Thunder both got in their cars. Thunder quickly pulled off down the street inside his blue Ford Excursion. Ricky pulled his car up in front of the club. The window slowly rolled down.
“India, can I ask you something?”
She walked over to the car and said, “Yes, what is it, Ricky?”
Ricky looked into her beautiful face. “India, do you believe that everyone has a soul mate?”
“Yes, I do, Ricky. God wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said with a smile.
“Thank you, India,” he said, winking his eye and pulling off.
After the club had been cleaned by the workers, India left and drove home.
A few hours later,
inside the Sheraton Hotel by the airport
“Yes! Baby! Oh yes! Fuck me harder, Flex! Fuck me harder, Flex! Yes! Oh yes!” Nancy yelled out. Flex had Nancy bent over the bed, fucking her from behind. Before they had started, she made Flex take a fifty milligram Viagra. Sweat covered both of their naked bodies. Nancy was so loud that the couple inside the room next door could hear every word she said. Flex was fucking Nancy all over the room.
Nancy was enjoying every bit of it. She had manipulated her young lover to kill her husband so that she could collect the insurance money after he died. After twenty-three years of marriage, Nancy was tired of the same old thing. She wanted a new life; one with more excitement. Even when her husband was alive, Nancy was having a secret affair with Ricky. Ricky knew it was wrong, so he decided to terminate the affair. Nancy was very upset with Ricky, but it didn’t take her long to find his sexual replacement: Flex. After Nancy had set up the whole plot, she paid Flex $20,000 to kill her husband. The police had interviewed everyone at the club, but they found no suspects, prints, or witnesses to help in the case.
“Oh! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder, Flex!” Nancy yelled out. “Baby, I love this dick! Fuck me harder!” she screamed out, having another intense orgasm.
* * *
Outside in the hotel parking lot, Hightower was waiting inside his car. Big Nook had just left after giving him the cassette from the minitape recorder. Hightower was determined to get all the information he could get on Nancy and Flex.
He knew their every move. Secret trips to Atlantic City, private suites at expensive hotels, and even a surveillance tape of them having sex in a downtown hotel. Still, he knew he needed something more concrete and incriminating to get a grand jury indictment. He needed Nancy or Flex to say something about the murder on tape. Nothing was more incriminating than a suspect’s own words. But Nancy’s own actions had also been in Hightower’s favor.
How can a woman work in the same office that her husband was murdered in? Hightower thought. Even a blind man could see that something wasn’t right with that. Hightower was no fool.
After he waited another half hour, he pulled off and drove home.
* * *
Inside her bedroom, India’s naked body was lying on top of the thick blanket. As the scented candles filled the calm air, she had her Jack Rabbit vibrator exploring her wetness. With Ricky on her mind and in her heart, India felt the powerful orgasms travel all throughout her naked body. After taking a quick shower, she got back in bed, hugged her pillow, and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Chapter Sixteen
Who’s That Lady?
Thursday morning
After Ricky snapped on Asia’s safety belt and Nicole got in the backseat of his BMW, he slowly pulled off down the street. The car that Ricky had bought Nicole was currently in the repair shop, so Ricky decided to drop Asia off at her elementary school, and then take Nicole to her college.
“Daddy, can I go out with Ms. India again?” Asia pleaded.
“Sweetie, I’ma call Ms. India later and ask her if she would like to come take you out on Saturday,” Ricky said while driving down Fifty-fourth Street. Nicole was sitting in the backseat talking on her cell phone.
“Sweetie, why do you like Ms. India so much?” Ricky asked curiously.
“Because she’s nice, and she treats me nice too. Ms. India is pretty too,” Asia said with smile. “Daddy, do you like Ms. India?”
“Yes, I like her. She’s my friend.”
“Is she your girlfriend?” Asia asked grinning.
“No, sweetie, me and Ms. India are just friends. Daddy doesn’t have a girlfriend right now,” Ricky said, amused.
“When you get a girlfriend, Daddy, can it be Ms. India?” Asia asked with a serious expression on her face.
“Ms. India might have a boyfriend already,” he responded, laughing.
“She doesn’t,” Asia said with assurance.
“How do you know?” he asked, making a right turn down Fifty-first Street.
“Because she told me she didn’t have a boyfriend when she took me to the zoo. She told me she’s waiting for a nice man to be her boyfriend,” Asia revealed.
“Oh, she did?”
“Yup. I mean yes. When I told Ms. India that you were a nice man, she just smiled.”
“So you really like Ms. India, huh?” he asked, pulling his car up in front of Asia’s school.
After Ricky unbuckled Asia’s seat belt, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll ask Ms. India if she would like to take you out again. Be good, and I’ll see you when school let’s out.”
“Okay, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetie,” he replied as he watched her get out of the car and shut the door. Nicole closed her cell phone, got out of the backseat, then climbed in the front passenger seat. Asia stood there with her teacher waving good-bye. After Ricky and Nicole waved good-bye, he slowly pulled down the street.
“I just got off the phone with Mrs. Langston,” Nicole said excitedly.
“Who?”
“Mrs. Langston, my teacher that I told you about. The one who really wants to meet you.”
“You have your teacher’s phone number?” Ricky asked, curious.
“Yeah, she gave it to me after I told her that you were my brother,” Nicole grinned.
“Girl, what is you up to now?”
“I’m just trying to hook you up,” Nicole said with a smile.
“I don’t need no hooking up. So stop lying and tell me the truth,” Ricky said seriously.
“Okay. I’m having some problems with psychology, and I figured—”
“That you can introduce your teacher to meet me, your exotic dancer older brother, and she would cut you some slack,” he said, cutting her off.
“Yeah, something like that,” Nicole calmly said.
“I don’t know about this, Nicole. I have too many female friends now. I need to get rid of some of them,” he said, drivi
ng down Spring Garden Street.
“Please, Ricky . . . Please, you’ll like her, and she’s real pretty,” Nicole begged.
Ricky just smiled and shook his head. “Girl, you’re something else!” he laughed.
* * *
When Nancy walked through the front door, India was sitting on the sofa typing into her laptop computer. She watched as her mother hung up her coat, then sat down in the empty love seat.
“Next time, can you at least call and tell me that you’re gonna be out all night?” India said.
“Girl, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Did you call the bank this morning?” she asked, kicking off her shoes and putting her feet on the coffee table.
“Yes, Mom, I called the bank. All the checks have cleared, all the money was deposited, and they want to give you a new American Express, etc.,” India said.
After picking up her shoes, Nancy walked over to the stairs. “I’m tired. I’m taking myself a hot shower, and then a nice long nap. If anybody calls me, tell ’em I’m asleep and take a message,” she instructed while walking up the stairs. India didn’t even respond. She just turned her head in disappointment and went back to typing on her computer.
* * *
Tori was standing in the doorway of the apartment, watching Roscoe get inside his Escalade and quickly pulling off down the street. After he left, she shut the door and ran over to the sofa. She grabbed her cell phone off the coffee table and quickly dialed “Mr. Orgasm’s” cell phone number. The voice mail recording instantly came on.
“I’m sorry that I’m unable to get your call, but please leave me a message and I promise to get back with you ASAP.”
“Hello. ‘Mr. Orgasm.’ It’s me, Tori, the girl from the club last night. I really enjoyed myself with you and would really like to see you again . . . soon. You can call me back on my girlfriend’s number I gave you. I thought about you all night long! Anyway, I’m free whenever you are. Hope you call. Bye.” She closed her cell phone, sat back on the sofa, and smiled. After her half-hour sex session with “Mr. Orgasm,” she couldn’t get him off her mind. While Roscoe lay snoring all night long, Tori was in bed staring up at the ceiling, thinking of all those wonderful orgasms, which had given her body the chills. When Tori heard the knock at the front door, she snapped out of her lustful daydream and ran over and opened it. Malinda walked inside the apartment and just stared at her. After looking into Tori’s glowing eyes, Malinda just shook her head.
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