Lickin' License

by Intelligent Allah

  Chanel was busy taking off her earrings. “We can go right outside and get it poppin' as soon as the shop closes.”

  “Okay,” Vanessa said. She sat impatiently for the next ten minutes until closing. The only voice in the shop came from the music playing.

  “Come on,” Chanel said, as she finished the hair of the last client in the shop.

  “Come on,” Candy told Vanessa.

  Vanessa's heart was racing. Her palms grew sweaty. She balled her fist, preparing for the fight and stopping herself from trembling.

  “Listen,” Candy said, pulling Vanessa to the side, as they stepped outside. She pulled Vanessa's huge 'fro into an afro puff and strapped on a few rubber bands. Next, she covered Vanessa's face in Vaseline. “You grab them long-ass curls she got and pull her to the ground, then stomp her ass out.”

  Candy's strategy blew by Vanessa like an Olympic sprinter racing a handicapped senior citizen. Vanessa was too focused on Chanel, who was stepping out of the shop. She took off her Gucci heels and handed them to Meisha. Chanel had Vanessa by at least thirty pounds, but Vanessa was a couple of inches taller.

  “You ready?” Candy asked, tucking Vanessa's shirt in her spandex.

  Vanessa nodded. She was so focused on Chanel that she didn't feel the chilly air outside.

  “I'ma bust ya ass,” Chanel said, as the crowd of a dozen people was forming in front of the shop.

  “Remember what I said,” Candy mumbled.

  Chanel put up her hands like a prized fighter, stepping toward Vanessa. “Come on, heifer. Come on.”

  Vanessa rushed Chanel and swung a haymaker. Chanel sidestepped the blow and punched Vanessa in the jaw. Vanessa stumbled and grabbed her face. “Damn,” she blurted as the pain shot through her body.

  “Yeah, you wanted to fuck with the Chanel Legacy!” Chanel barked, before charging in and delivering two more blows to Vanessa’s face, dropping her instantly. “Get up, heifer!” Chanel screamed. “So I can knock your ass back down.”

  Vanessa was expecting the typical cat fight of wild swings and hair pulling. But Chanel had clearly picked up some formal boxing skills over the years. Vanessa followed suit, raising her fists like Chanel did.

  “Yeah, heifer.” Chanel charged her, swinging wildly, connecting a few punches and a hard slap on Vanessa's face and head.

  Vanessa screamed, punching Chanel in the stomach. When Chanel bent over and held her stomach, Vanessa grabbed a handful of her hair with her left hand and pounded Chanel's face with her right.

  Chanel charged forward, forcing her weight on Vanessa's petite frame, until she slammed against a parked Chevy Envoy. She wrestled Vanessa to the ground. They rolled around until Chanel was on top, choking Vanessa. Vanessa was fighting to breathe. She tugged at Chanel's hands. She punched Chanel on the side of her face and ripped her blouse open as her hand came down. She reached up again, snatching Chanel's bra.

  “What the fuck!” Chanel stopped choking Vanessa and grabbed her arm. Vanessa's hand fell. She was holding Chanel's bra and her huge D-cup breasts swung widely.

  While Chanel reached to cover herself, Vanessa punched her and she tumbled over. Vanessa stood and kicked her in the stomach twice, and Chanel balled up in the fetal position. Vanessa continued to stand over Chanel, breathing hard, relieved of all the frustration Chanel had caused her.

  “Come on.” Candy put her arm around Vanessa and walked inside the shop as the crowd watched Meisha help Chanel to her feet. Candy took Vanessa into her office and got a first-aid kit. “She scratched your neck all up,” Candy said. “But you put the blows on her. I'm proud of you.” Candy smiled.

  Vanessa laid back on the couch. She stared into Candy's eyes as Candy dabbed a peroxide-soaked cotton ball on her wounds. Vanessa thought of how protective Candy had always been over her. How she had always been so gentle and affectionate to her needs. Neither Rich, nor any other man had ever been so attentive to her. As she stared into Candy's eyes, Vanessa realized that she would never desire another woman besides Candy.

  After they were done, they headed to the front of the shop. But Candy doubled back to get the first-aid kit in case Chanel needed it. “She's not our enemy,” Candy told Vanessa. “She wanted a fair one and she took a loss. She'll get over it.”

  Vanessa, unsure if she was ready to speak to Chanel, entered the front of the shop.

  “You okay?” Leah asked.

  “Yeah,” Vanessa said as she sat down.

  Meisha was talking to Chanel in the corner furthest from Vanessa. Chanel was pacing back and forth, shaking her head and frowning. The look in her eyes told Vanessa there would be no peace between them any time soon.

  “Fuck this shit!” Chanel yelled and charged at Vanessa. Vanessa ran at her and the two women collided, fists swinging.

  Candy was stepping from the back of the shop, as Vanessa and Chanel pulled and swung each other around, knocking over hair care products. Chanel rammed Vanessa's head into a mirror, shattering it.

  “Ahhh, hell nah.” Candy ran over and pulled Chanel from Vanessa and slammed her on the floor. Vanessa and Candy both were stomping Chanel.

  “Stop!” Meisha screamed, as blood began leaking from Chanel's nose and lips.

  Vanessa suddenly realized that Chanel was severely hurt. She

  stopped and tried to pull Candy from her. “That's enough, Candy.”

  Meisha and Leah raced over and helped pull Candy off Chanel.

  Chanel scrambled to her feet. She stumbled back down, dazed. She shook off the beat down and stood up, staggering for a few seconds.

  “Get the fuck outta here and don't never come back!” Candy barked.

  Meisha grabbed Chanel's Prada bag and helped her leave. Candy looked at the mess in the shop. “I'll clean this up tomorrow.”

  “I'm sorry,” Vanessa said. Aside from the physical damage done to the shop, Vanessa wondered how much financial damage her fighting that night had caused. She knew that turning the shop into a battleground was not good for the customers. Chanel would not be coming back, and there was no doubt that the night's fights would have a negative effect on Leah and Meisha. The future of the shop as a viable business was in jeopardy and Vanessa faulted herself for that.

  RICH

  Rich was lying in bed when Vanessa and Candy came home. They flopped down onto the mattress on each side of Rich, resting their heads on his bare chest and stomach.

  “I had two fights with Chanel,” Vanessa said.

  “Me too,” Candy added. “But just one.”

  Rich put his hands on each of their faces. He noticed the scratches on Vanessa's neck. “Y’all all right?”

  They said, “Yeah,” in unison and began telling Rich the details of the night's action. Rich knew that Chanel had been provoking Vanessa for a while. In his eyes, Chanel deserved what she got. But he was worried about how the fights would affect the shop.

  “Come on, Candy. Let's take a shower.” Vanessa kissed Rich, then pulled Candy off to the bathroom.

  Rich closed his eyes and dozed off. When he awoke, he headed for the kitchen. Stepping inside, he saw Candy propped up on the counter and Vanessa licking between her legs. Both women were naked, their bathrobes strewn on the floor. Rich assumed that their lust had gotten the best of them after they showered.

  “Ahh,” Candy moaned. Her eyes were on Rich as she gripped the edge of the counter.

  “Damn,” Rich mumbled. He felt an erection coming on. His dick climbed through the slot of his boxer shorts. He grabbed his dick and gritted his teeth each time Candy licked her lips and closed her eyes. Facial expressions always turned him on. When his eyes shifted down to Vanessa's firm butt cheeks, he lost control. He stepped out of his boxers and slid into Vanessa from behind. He gripped her waist, pounding inside of the slippery slit between her legs.

  She bounced her butt back, while slurping away between Candy's legs.

  Rich looked into Candy's eyes, feeling the hot juices inside of Vanessa. The clapping of her butt cheeks a
nd Candy's moans were driving him insane.

  “Eat me,” Candy whimpered. She moaned and groaned until she climaxed and her body went limp. Candy laid back on the counter, trying to regain her composure.

  Rich pulled out of Vanessa, as he was about to cum. He quickly turned her around, lifted her against the refrigerator and slammed into her. He stroked faster with each pump. She screamed, clawing into his back. He gripped her ass tighter as he came. He slid her sweaty body down the refrigerator.

  Rich stepped back until he felt Candy's body against his. Her tongue began roamed his neck. He stood still, helpless to her overwhelming affection. He watched Vanessa pull a bag of ice from the refrigerator. She ran a piece over her nipples, while fingering herself. I love her little freaky ass.

  Vanessa screamed, as she slid a piece of ice inside of her pussy and crossed her legs. She rubbed her legs back and forth, until the ice melted while she fondled her small breasts. She grabbed another piece of ice, put it in her mouth and dropped to her knees while chomping on the ice.

  Rich watched her walk toward him. She grabbed his dick with both hands before, sucking the head. “Shiiit.” Rich closed his eyes, inching back. The small pieces of crushed ice circled his dick along with Vanessa's warm tongue. She removed her hand and began working the shaft of his dick.

  When the ice melted, she stood, smiling. Candy eased from behind Rich. She grabbed his dick and guided him on top of the rectangular dinner table in the dining room. She slowly climbed on top of him and eased her pussy into his mouth, while deep-throating him.

  Rich palmed her large round ass, lapping his tongue between her legs. Soon, he felt Vanessa's hands on his. She leaned over him, parting Candy's butt cheeks and diving in between them face first.

  Candy quaked, soaking Rich's face. She continued bobbing up and down, sucking Rich into a second climax.

  Rich opened his eyes as Candy slid off him. Leaning up from the table, the reality of what had just taken place set in. Once more, Vanessa and Candy had taken their sexual encounters to another level. It was the first time that the kitchen and dining room became as useful as their bedroom. It was the spontaneous nature of their sexual episodes that helped make lovemaking with them special for Rich. He looked at Vanessa and Candy, wondering what they had in store for him next.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CANDY

  Candy rose from bed with Rich and Vanessa. Their episode that spanned from the kitchen to the dining room the night before was fresh on her mind. Then the madness at the shop hit her. She did not know what to expect when she opened the shop. Candy was sure the rumor mill had circulated the news, but she hoped it would have only minimal damage on her business.

  After driving to the shop, Candy and Vanessa walked inside.

  “Sorry,” Vanessa said, looking around at the mess she created during her melee with Chanel. Bottles of conditioner and shampoo with specks of glass from a broken mirror littered the floor.

  “Chanel needs to be apologizing.”

  “Won't be seeing anymore of her.”

  “You right about that.” Candy put her Gucci bag away and began cleaning up. She was upset over losing Chanel. Candy had grown attached to her over the years as a friend and an employee. She was a person who brought life to the shop and kept it real with Candy on personal issues. But all that became irrelevant once she violated Vanessa. Chanel was the enemy.

  Vanessa began helping Candy clean up. “It's sad that it had to come to this,” she said.

  “Shit happens.”

  “It did feel good to beat her ass on my own, though.” Vanessa giggled. “I know you thought I was gonna lose.”

  “Chanel's a street chick. Been fighting all her life.” Candy put her hand on Vanessa's shoulder. “I just can't see myself letting nothing happen to you.”

  “I know.” Vanessa smiled. “It really makes me feel good to know you're so protective of me.”

  “You're like my little sister.”

  “Little sisters don't make their big sisters cum.” Vanessa licked her lips and smiled.

  Candy kissed her and continued sweeping up.

  Shortly after they finished cleaning the shop, Leah stepped inside. She hugged both of them. “I was thinking about y'all all night.”

  “Yeah?” Vanessa said.

  “Yeah.” Leah nodded. “I was mad because y'all really fucked Chanel up. But the more I thought about it, I couldn't front. She deserved it.”

  “For a long time,” Candy said.

  “I think y'all destroyed the Chanel Legacy.” Leah laughed. She began setting up her station. “So I guess it’s replacement time.”

  “Yeah.” Candy thought of how the last replacement had become one of the two most important people in her life. She glanced at Vanessa, remembering the day she walked into the shop.

  Meisha stepped through the door. She stopped, just a few feet deep inside of the shop. Her eyes beamed at Candy. “That was some bullshit last night and you know it.”

  “When people keep pushing buttons, they'll eventually get a reaction,” Candy said.

  “That's what go down in the shop. Talk shit all day, brush it off ya shoulder at the end of the night,” said Meisha. “When did we start jumping each other at the end of the night?”

  “She practically called me and Vanessa hos. Then she asked to fight, got her ass beat and couldn't handle it.”

  “You was outta control, though. We supposed to be family up in here, but you damn near stomped Chanel to death.”

  “Family fight, then they get over it. They don't go crazy because they lose a fight. I was coming in here with a first-aid kit to make sure Chanel was okay 'cause that's what family do. But what do Chanel do? Go for round two and tear apart my business in the process.”

  “Business? That's what this is about?” Meisha was silent for a few seconds. She looked at Vanessa, then at Leah, before focusing back on Candy. “Well, I came to tell y'all that I'm gone.” She shook her head. “I can't work here knowing that I can get stomped out at any minute. Ain't no love lost. I just don't pump like that.” She turned and walked out.

  “You know she was mad close to Chanel,” Leah said.

  “Yeah.” Candy huffed. “Life goes on.” At least she hoped it would. The record high of two employees lost in less than twenty-four hours began weighing on the businesswoman in Candy. The fact that they were old friends was affecting her personally. Although Candy knew Meisha was biased because of her closeness to Chanel, Candy was forced to question her own actions. Did I go overboard when I was stomping out Chanel?

  Shortly after Meisha left, her first scheduled client walked into the shop. Candy tried to reschedule the woman, but the woman was not interested. She wanted her hair done only by Meisha. By the end of the day, each of the clients who had entered the shop looking for Chanel or Meisha left after learning the women were no longer working at the shop. Candy had gotten on the phone during her lunch break and tried to reel in the list of clients she had scheduled for Chanel and Meisha. Some were comfortable with working with the remaining hair stylists. But they could only be seen by Candy, Vanessa or Leah when their scheduled clients canceled. Most of Chanel and Meisha's clients were unwilling to wait on a list. Candy was left with the task of quickly finding new, qualified beauticians. It was the only way she would be able to keep her salon alive.

  VANESSA

  Vanessa still could not believe it. Two weeks after her fight with Chanel, Candy found out she was pregnant. It was now a week later and Vanessa stood in the bathroom of the penthouse with a positive pregnancy test. The test was the third she had taken in the last half hour. Undoubtedly, she was pregnant. The more Vanessa thought of the countless times she and Candy sexed Rich at the same time, unprotected, it made sense that they were both pregnant.

  But Vanessa was not ready for her own child. She wanted to bear Rich's seed, but the timing was off. She was a best-selling author with book tours and interviews scheduled. She needed time for her career. She had d
ropped some of her college classes and was anxiously waiting for Candy to hire a replacement for her at the shop. But Vanessa would have to find a way to balance her pregnancy and her career, because she wanted to have Rich's child and that superseded everything.

  Vanessa walked into the living room. She smiled, staring at Rich on the couch with Candy. Her shirt was pulled up and Rich was rubbing her stomach. That had been part of his daily routine since he learned Candy was pregnant.

  “You gotta stop this,” Candy said, as Vanessa walked over. “Get him, Vanessa. I ain't even showing yet and he still carrying on.”

  Vanessa sat beside Rich and pulled up her shirt. “Feel mine, baby,” she said, clutching the pregnancy test in her hand out of sight. “Feel it.”

  “You gotta let me fill that thing up, first.”

  “Look.” She handed Rich the pregnancy test.

  His eyes lit up and he passed it to Candy. “Vanessa, don't tell me that's Candy's test from last week.”

  “Oh my God.” Candy covered her mouth with her hand.

  “I just took that test,” Vanessa said. The third one in thirty minutes.”

  Rich jumped up, smiling. “Stop frontin’. You serious?”

  She nodded.

  He sat down and kissed her. “I can't believe this.” Rich put his ear to her stomach and began rubbing it.

  “Now you can keep him away from my stomach,” Candy said with a smile.

  Rich got up and started pacing. “We gon' have two kids that's the same age,” Rich grinned.

  Vanessa watched the happiness on Rich's face. His life was complete. He had skated past jail, skipped over death, ducked out of the game with riches, and claimed two beautiful women as his. Now he had two children coming forth to carry his legacy. Vanessa was happy to make that a reality for him.

  She reflected on when she first met Rich and how she was intrigued by his mystique and image of power. She remembered how he stripped all of that away to reveal to her his true self. Vanessa loved everything that she learned about him. She knew he would make the perfect father. He had the benefit of street knowledge and corporate insight to help him as a parent. He could warn his children about the perils of the streets and show them the importance of work ethic. He could teach them through experience.