The Rolexxx Club - Anniversary Edition

by Meta Smith

  “Don’t knock it till you try it.” Ginger grinned.

  Desiree turned up her nose. “What, are you gay or something?” “Or something.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Desiree folded her arms, shifted her body against the leather seat and stared at Ginger.

  “It means, if I feel like getting down with a female, that’s what I get down with. If I feel like some dick, then I get some dick. Basically, I just like to fuck. I like being naked. I like to party. I want to get married one day and all that shit. But until I decide to settle down, I’m going to have some fun. Besides, no man can eat pussy the way a woman can. A woman knows what feels good to another woman. You’ll see.” Ginger briefly met Desiree’s stare. Desiree averted her eyes.

  Ginger pulled into the parking lot of the Diplomat Hotel in Hallandale Beach and pulled her convertible 525 into the valet stand behind Dewante’s black Porsche.

  “When we get in, follow me. Act like you know where you’re going. We don’t want the hotel staff to think we’re tricking. Look like you belong. If anyone stops you, you can say you’re staying with your parents,” Ginger teased.

  “Ha, ha,” Desiree replied.

  Classy, Desiree mused, looking around. It had to be one of the single most beautiful places she had ever seen. Since she’d arrived in Miami, she had yet to see the sights.

  “Give me a sec to get a room,” Dewante told them before entering the hotel. Ginger led Desiree to the ladies’ room. Desiree had to pee like a Russian racehorse, she was so nervous. She’d never fucked for money

  before, and now she was about to do it with a hoop star.

  When they exited the restrooms, Dewante was by the elevators with the cheesiest grin imaginable spread across his face. They got on the elevator and pushed the button to request their floor. Dewante immediately went to work. He fondled Desiree while showering Ginger with sloppy, wet kisses on the ride up to the top level. Ginger looked at Desiree over Dewante’s shoulders and made a crazy face as he mauled at her breasts. She moaned, not to fake ecstasy, but out of disgust from the slimy layer of saliva he left on her skin. Dewante was plastered, and his breath reeked of Hennessy and cigar smoke. He was so tart that Desiree could smell him, even though she was standing an arm’s length away.

  This is not what I imagined! Desiree thought as Dewante groped clumsily

  at her. She glanced at the reflection they cast in the elevator’s mirrored back wall. Ginger was getting a full blast of his dragon breath as he kissed her dead in the mouth.

  When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Ginger practically shoved Dewante out the car. She gasped a sigh of relief and dramatically took in deep lungfuls of fresh air behind Dewante’s back. Desiree tried her hardest to suppress her giggles and found herself relaxing because Ginger seemed so cool.

  Once inside the spacious suite, Ginger headed straight for the minibar. She grabbed two miniature bottles of Absolut, deftly unscrewed the tops, and chugged them down without flinching. Then she grabbed a can of orange juice from the fridge and took a swig. She grabbed a third bottle of vodka and tossed it to Desiree. She motioned for Desiree to drink it. Desiree smelled the strong, clear liquid and made a face.

  Drink it, Ginger mouthed to her.

  Desiree looked over at Dewante, who was undressing. He was fine as hell and rich too. But she’d only been around him for ten minutes and could see he was a jerk. Desiree hated men who drank too much and got sloppy. She wondered if he acted like such an ass around his wife. When she was a baller’s wife, would she have to deal with shit like this? Would her husband stay out all night with women he met in strip clubs? Desiree had thought that she’d feel a real charge when she got the opportunity to sex a celebrity. So far, all she felt was disappointment. She downed the vodka, hoping it would help her get in a partying mood. She was getting a grand for this; she may as well enjoy it.

  “Come and get some of this, girl. You know you been dreaming ‘bout this moment since the first time you laid eyes on me.” Dewante beckoned, curling his finger at Desiree.

  “Hey, hey, hey. Not so fast. I thought we were here to party!” Ginger piped up.

  Desiree looked at her gratefully. Ginger smiled and tossed Desiree another miniature of Absolut from the bar. She drank this one too, then chased it with orange juice the way she had seen Ginger do. Desiree felt all the blood in her body rush to her head.

  “Let’s get this party started, right! Let’s get this party started quickly, right!” Dewante slurred, flailing his arms around, singing “Set It Off” loudly and off-key. Desiree cracked up. “What you laughing at, girl?” Dewante asked her.

  “You a nigga that should just keep his mouth shut! You actin’ like a straight-up nerd and shit.” Desiree giggled, feeling the effects of the liquor. “Come and shut me up!” he challenged, still dancing. He obviously

  didn’t take her comment seriously, which made her laugh harder.

  Ginger reached in her pocketbook and pulled out a bag of hydroponic weed and a package of Backwoods cigars. She rolled a fat blunt in no time flat and blazed it up.

  “Want some?” She handed the cigar to Desiree.

  “Okay,” she replied, taking the blunt. The three of them finished off the blunt, no one speaking.

  “Do you know who I am?” Dewante asked Desiree, breaking the silence.

  “Uh, yeah.” She looked at Ginger and rolled her eyes.

  “Did you ever think of fucking me? Did you ever dream about it?” he asked her. She had but didn’t want to kiss his ass.

  “I don’t know,” Desiree replied like she always did when she didn’t want to answer a question.

  “Yeah, you look like a fan. You’ve been dreaming of this,” he repeated. Desiree was sick of Dewante. She walked out onto the balcony and felt the salty air kiss her face. She removed her headband and shook her head, letting her curls blow wildly in the breeze. She looked back at Ginger.

  Peeling her blouse from her firm, surgically enhanced breasts, Ginger slunk across the room like a feline, pulling Desiree in from the balcony but leaving the French doors open so the breeze could float in.

  “Don’t get it twisted. You’ve been dreaming about this.” Ginger ran her

  hands over her own breasts, cupping them lightly. Dewante’s cock poked at the cotton of his boxer briefs. Ginger reached behind her back and undid her lacy black bra. She stood before Desiree and removed her shirt. She let her hands travel from Desiree’s shoulders to her breasts, where they lingered for a moment before Ginger undid the hooks of Desiree’s

  plain, white, Lycra bra. Desiree shuddered under Ginger’s touch. It was like Ginger had little volts of electricity running through her fingertips.

  Dewante removed his thick penis from his shorts and began to stroke himself at the sight of them. “Damn,” was all Dewante could mutter before pouncing. Ginger grabbed Desiree’s hand and ran playfully with her, nimbly escaping his grasp. He charged at them, but they managed to shake him. He couldn’t figure out who he wanted to devour more, and he couldn’t catch both of them. Dewante stood still momentarily.

  “You said you wanted to party. Why rush it?” Ginger asked Dewante. She wanted more time to enjoy Desiree before Dewante butted in. Desiree may have been young and a little rough around the edges, but she did have a certain sexiness about her.

  “It’s my fantasy,” Dewante pouted.

  “Believe me, you won’t be disappointed,” Ginger assured him. “Besides, I heard about you. I know it ain’t a party for you unless you have a little candy first.” Ginger walked to the table where her purse was sitting. Desiree wondered what Ginger was talking about. Dewante wondered what Ginger had heard about him. Ginger retrieved a vial of white powder and held it up.

  Cocaine! Desiree thought, slightly alarmed. She blew trees on occasion

  and drank, but she’d never tried coke. For one, it was too expensive, but secondly, she’d seen what coke did to women back in her neighborhood in New York. But Ginger ce
rtainly didn’t look strung out, and Dewante was a superstar. Plus, she was going to need a little something extra to go through with the evening’s plans. She decided to play it cool.

  Ginger chopped up a line. She bent over and took a heavy snort with a cut-up straw. She stood up and sniffed hard. Then she ran her fingers across her nostrils before rubbing them across her teeth. She felt the residue slightly numb her gums, then tasted the coke sliding down her nasal passages and into her throat. It bugged her out that she could taste something that she had snorted, but it was her favorite part of snorting coke. She knew once she felt the crystals liquefying and dripping down her throat, a beautiful sensation was about to overcome her. Dewante helped himself to a thick line.

  “You want?” Ginger offered Desiree.

  “I’ll try a little,” Desiree accepted. What harm could it do? Ginger chopped a thin line for Desiree and handed her the straw.

  “Sniff it quick and hard,” Ginger ordered. Desiree obliged. She looked at Ginger, then made a face.

  Ginger grinned. “You taste it, huh?” Desiree nodded.

  “Don’t worry. You’re gonna love it,” Ginger told her. She looked over at Dewante, who was sitting in a chair and enjoying his high.

  “I know you want to suck these pretty titties.” Ginger lifted her breast with one hand and licked her own nipple. She blew on the dark brown peak, watching it harden and stand at attention.

  “You wanna feel this luscious ass?” Ginger undid her pants and let them fall to the floor. She shimmied out of them, then turned around and let him take in her large, round, firm ass, barely covered by a black lace thong. Then she removed Desiree’s jeans and ran her hands over her butt. She stood up and stood behind Desiree. Desiree could feel Ginger’s hard nipples poking her in the back.

  “Relax,” she whispered softly in Desiree’s ear.

  Ginger stuck her index finger in her mouth, moaning as she sucked it. She let her moistened finger trail from her mouth to Desiree’s nipple. She ran a circle around her dark areolas and squeezed her breasts lightly. Desiree tried to stifle a moan.

  “See, it’s not so bad,” Ginger cooed in Desiree’s ear. Dewante spread his long legs and began to stroke his humongous cock again. The mere sight of it made Desiree forget what a jerk Dewante had been. Desiree was thoroughly excited. Dewante was hung like a horse, and she wanted to ride him like a Ducati. Her attraction to him, his money, in addition to the new sensation of another woman made Desiree’s heart pound. Or was it the coke? Desiree wasn’t sure.

  “Still want to pretend?” Ginger asked Desiree softly. Desiree shook her head no, sheepishly.

  Ginger focused her attention on Desiree’s lower body, sliding her hand over Desiree’s mound, slipping it beneath her thong and moving it in slow circles over her clit. Ginger felt Desiree get wet.

  ‘’And I know you want some of this sweet, sweet pussy. You want to feel it get all hot and wet and creamy for you. Feel our tight pussy muscles grip your big, hard dick as you fuck both of us deep.” Desiree moaned at Ginger’s dirty talk and arched her back in pleasure as Ginger continued to play with her clit. Abruptly, she stopped. Desiree was panting with anticipation.

  “Run the tub. And use lots of bubbles,” Ginger ordered.

  Ginger strolled to the chair in which Dewante was sitting and replaced his hand with hers. She began to jerk his dick up and down as she kissed his chest. She felt a few drops of precum ooze from the engorged tip of his dick.

  “Come on.” Ginger led Dewante into the bathroom. Desiree was bent

  over the tub, swirling the bubble-filled water with her hand. She located the button for the Jacuzzi and switched it on. She looked up to find Dewante and Ginger standing in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her. “Get in,” Dewante commanded. They did so, and lathered and soaped

  his body, paying special attention to his crotch. Dewante sat like he was king of the world as the bubbles foamed everywhere.

  Desiree and Ginger took turns soaping each other slowly while he watched. Ginger took Desiree’s face in her hands and kissed her gently at first, then more insistently, probing her mouth with her tongue. Desiree responded, kissing Ginger back, allowing herself to touch another woman, allowing herself to give in to desires she didn’t know existed. Most men were rough and clumsy with their touch; Ginger was soft and gentle.

  “I’m getting jealous,” Dewante said, and then joined their kiss. He nibbled at Desiree’s bottom lip before kissing her deeply. Desiree thought she’d explode right then and there.

  He grabbed Ginger by the hair and kissed her hard. She matched his passion, grabbing his arms and shoulders roughly. Ginger and Desiree kissed Dewante’s neck and chest as they fondled him beneath the sudsy water, rubbing their wet, slippery bodies along his. When Dewante began to whimper and arch his hips, Ginger and Desiree led him from the tub back to the bed.

  “Look in my bag and see if there’s some baby oil in there,” Ginger told Desiree. Only a dancer would just happen to have oil in her purse, Desiree mused, fetching the bottle.

  Ginger rubbed Dewante’s seven-foot-two frame with oil, using her own flawless body against his skin. “You like that?” she purred in his ear while grinding her hips against him. He shuddered at the sensation of her pubic hairs slipping and sliding across his ass from all the oil.

  “Mmmhmm,” he agreed.

  Ginger flipped him over. He sucked at her breasts briefly as they passed over his mouth and face, smothering him. Dewante moaned as she slid her breasts from his mouth to his dick. She squeezed them together and ran them up and down along his shaft.

  Dewante reached for Desiree and began to rub her breasts with oil. He pulled her on top of him and began to eagerly lap at her vagina. Desiree moaned at the sensation. She’d never had a tongue down there before.

  “That’s not how you eat pussy,” Ginger joked. “Show me, then,” Dewante told her.

  Ginger laid Desiree on the bed and spread her legs wide. She parted Desiree’s lips and began to taste her. Ginger and Dewante took turns

  eating her, pausing sporadically to kiss each other. Soon Desiree was writhing and bucking, her screams and moans evidence of her climax.

  “See! That’s how you do it,” Ginger told Dewante.

  “Oh! Well, show her how to give me head, since you’re such a good teacher, unless she already knows how,” Dewante suggested.

  “Know how to give head?” Ginger asked Desiree. She offered up a weak no, still spent from the climax. Desiree had had orgasms before, but never as intense as the one she’d just experienced.

  Dewante sat on the edge of the bed and eased Desiree to the floor. She and Ginger knelt before him, his cock standing straight up in the air. Ginger took him in her mouth until his entire shaft was engulfed. Desiree tried but gagged a little bit. Ginger guided Desiree’s hand and showed her how to caress him while Ginger did all the sucking.

  “Lick his balls,” Ginger whispered to Desiree. Desiree let her tongue explore his lower body while stroking him.

  “That feels so good,” he moaned.

  Ginger began to moan and groan, then nudged Desiree and gave her a wink. Desiree began moaning and groaning as well, trying hard not to laugh.

  “Lick my ass! Lick my ass!” Dewante panted. Desiree gasped, but Dewante didn’t notice. Ginger snickered.

  Lick it! Ginger mouthed to Desiree. Desiree shook her head violently. She was not about to toss this nigga’s salad! Ginger rolled her eyes and grimaced as Desiree held his butt cheeks apart. Dewante enthusiastically threw his legs in the air to give them better access. She licked his butthole quickly, glad they had taken a long bubble bath beforehand.

  “More!” he continued to plead.

  “Your turn!” Ginger hissed at Desiree. Desiree stuck her tongue out, closed her eyes, and took a lick.

  “Stick your fingers up my ass!” Dewante begged. Desiree folded her hands across her chest. Hell no! she mouthed to Ginger. “Please, I’m about to come. Stick your fingers
up my ass! Now!” Desiree didn’t budge. Ginger rolled her eyes and did as he asked, inserting her finger.

  “Another one! Put two more in!” Ginger obliged, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when her additional fingers slid up his ass with no problem; within seconds Dewante began to shake and shiver, climaxing. Ginger moved her head away; and he erupted, his seed landing on his stomach. When it was over, he nonchalantly got up from the bed, put his clothes on, and left without uttering a word.

  CHAPTER 3

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  ESIREE AWOKE FEELING DISORIENTED. FOR THE FIRST night in ages she hadn’t dreamed. She wiped the crust from her eyes

  and tried to focus. Even through the haze, she could discern that she was in an unfamiliar place. She frowned as she looked around the room, trying to assess where she had been and what she had done. Flashes of bits and pieces of the events from the night before filtered into her head. Her temples were throbbing and she craved an aspirin.