“Because you can’t buy it with money. At least not real loyalty,” he said, hands on the railing.. “So Max is loyal, but is he loyal to me, or loyal to Dragon?”
“I don’t get it.”
“Max is loyal to the Dragon brand, and sometimes that means he ain’t loyal to me. So when I want a nice quiet vacation, away from all the bullshit, he sees it as an opportunity to build hype,” Dragon sighed. “I’m pretty sure he was the reason for the big crowds at the hangar.”
“Ahh, so he’s doing what he thinks is best for your brand, which might not be what’s best for you.”
“You got it. I just wanted some chill time,” Dragon said.
Iyesha walked up next to Dragon and put her hand in his. She pulled him back to the bed, snuggling up once they were under the covers. She rested her head against his chest and drifted off as his stroked her head.
Iyesha found herself back on the mountain cliff, but this time instead of clouds all around her, it was water. An ocean stretched out in all directions, reflecting the bright full moon overhead and the sparkling stars. She was lying on soft grass, and from behind her she heard a massive shape breathe deeply.
A large scaled limb stretched across her body and pulled her back against it’s body. She ran her hands over the thick scaled hide, watched it turned different shades of green in the moonlight. The limb ended in large claws, but they did not pierce or scratch her skin. They held her tightly, securely.
Iyesha opened her eyes, the Tahitian sun spilling in through the window they’d left open the night before. Next to her, Dragon lay on his back with a pillow over his face. She felt a hot presence against her thigh, and lowered her hand to meet his. Oh, not his hand! She held his cock in her hand, stroking the shaft slowly, delighting in the contrast of soft skin layered over a rigid rod.
Soon her hand was getting a little slick, so she brought her fingers to her mouth to lick off the pre-cum. Well, I was instructed to see to all of his needs. Diving under the covers, she had an idea. She spread his legs and crawled to lie down between them. His manhood was surrounded by the growing daylight shining through the white bedsheets.
Her mouth went to the sensitive area between his balls and thigh, licking her way around the base of his sac. She got to the line of wrinkly skin that ran up every nutsack she’d ever seen. What is that, anyway? She ran her tongue along it, as if it would give up an answer. It didn’t. She opened her mouth and lightly sucked on one of his testes. A moan came from above, and Dragon’s knees came up a bit, giving her easier access.
Releasing his nut, she lifted his balls with her hand while licking the long smooth expanse of skin underneath. Going lower, she came to his asshole. Good for the goose, good for the gander. She delicately stuck her tongue out and licked the soft area surrounding his lone star. More moans came from above, and her pace quickened. She delved deeper, flexing her tongue to keep it straight as it dipped past his sphincter. His cock was fully tented against the soft bedsheets, helpfully giving her more room to work down there.
Taking her mouth out of his ass, she replaced it with a finger. He easily took the first knuckle, and Iyesha paused to give him enough time to relax and get used to the new sensation. She had a feeling what would help with that, and brought her hungry mouth up to Dragon’s cock. Her tongue made quick work of the pre-cum that had continued to gush all over his throbbing head.
As she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, her finger delved deeper, now fully inside this man. As she fingered his ass, he began bucking his hips up into her mouth. Ow! I know I can’t blame him because he’s asleep, but that hurt!
The covers flew off her and Dragon looked down into her eyes. She could see his orgasm in his eyes, and redoubled her ass fingering. With a yell, Dragon came, his prostate milked for every precious drop. A torrent of his seed filled Iyesha’s mouth as they looked into each others eyes. Dragon’s legs gave one last spasm, and he collapsed back against the pillows, eyes already closing. He went totally slack, and only the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated he still lived.
Proud of herself, Iyesha got out of bed and hopped in the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and opened the bedroom door. Maybe I can get some breakfast before Maxwell shows up. As she came out of the bedroom, Iyesha saw a woman sitting at a table next to the marble fountain.
“Umm, hi,” Iyesha said, realizing that there was no walk more shameful than coming out of your billionaire boss’ Tahitian island bedroom wearing nothing but a towel.
“Hey Iyesha!” the chipper young lady said. “I’m Christy, Dragon’s personal shopper! Maxwell wanted me to fill you in on your day,” she said as she turned and picked up a wrapped box from under the table. “This is for you.”
Iyesha took the box from Christy. “Thank you. What is it?” she asked. “I’m sorry I don’t have something for you…” she said awkwardly.
Christy muffled a laugh and waved at Iyesha. “It’s from Maxwell, so thank him if it fits.”
Iyesha unwrapped the box and took out the outfit. The top was a gorgeous blood red sari-wrap with gold trim. The bottom was a green miniskirt, also in a sari-wrap style. Iyesha squealed with excitement and ran into one of the other bathrooms in the penthouse suite.
Iyesha dropped her towel and got dressed in her new designer outfit. As she expected, there were no tags identifying the maker, and certainly nothing noting a size. But they fit her like a glove. Maxwell knows his stuff. Must’ve spent a lot of time sizing up women.
Iyesha left the bathroom, doing a little shimmy as she walked towards Christy. “Just…wow! This feels amazing.” Iyesha saw her purse on the floor next to the fountain and picked it up.
“You look delicious,” Christy said, her gaze lingering a little too long. “Maxwell had a long list of tasks for you today, but they’ve been overruled. You’ve got a reservation at a day spa…”
“I’m sorry, overruled?” Iyesha asked.
“Yeah, he wasn’t too pleased but the boss is the boss,” Christy said. “You don’t have to go to the day spa, but I’ve been there, and it’s the bomb.”
Iyesha giggled, nodding. “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm. I guess I’ll go in for some pampering.” Maybe they can work one of these sex sprains out. “Anything else?”
“Well, Dragon needs you back here by 9pm to attend the Tulassa appearance. But between the day spa and then, you can do some shopping.”
Iyesha looked down at herself, her confidence draining away. “Well, I kinda left my Amex back in the states. You know how it is, traveling,” she said uncomfortably.
Christy sighed and shook her head. “You’re with the entourage. Just charge it to the room. That’s what the room account is for.” She gave Iyesha a warm smile. “Besides, you didn’t know about this club event tonight, right?”
“Right.”
“So there’s no way you could’ve prepared for it. Don’t worry about it,” Christy said, hugging Iyesha.
“Thanks, so where are you from?” Iyesha asked.
“Michigan, but it seems like a lifetime ago.”
Iyesha didn’t know how to respond to such a strange statement, but she powered through. “How long before my spa appointment?” Iyesha asked as she slipped into her shoes.
“Shit,” Christy said, looking at her watch. “You’re late already!”
“But it’s not even eight in the morning! How long is this spa day?”
“This is a land of luxury for those at the highest levels of power. How long do you think it is?” Christy asked sarcastically, ushering Iyesha out into the elevator. The elevator was plummeting downward before Iyesha could thank Christy for the chat.
The doors opened and a tall Latino man in a driver’s suit stood waiting there. Iyesha recognized him as the driver from the night before.
“Good morning, Iyesha. My name is Syd and I’ll be your driver today. The car is this way, if you’ll come with me,” he said as he extended his arm towards the hotel lobby.
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Great, let’s do this Syd,” Iyesha said, pumped for the day ahead. The hotel lobby was more beautiful in the daytime, huge windows and crystal and sunlight everywhere. Soon they were out in the hot Tahitian sun, and Syd held open the door to a black town car. Discreet and elegant. Iyesha stepped in and let the cool air conditioning wash over her.
Walking out of the Calm Waters Spa, Iyesha felt like a new woman. Three different types of massages, mani/pedi, exfoliating wrap, facial, and a personal hoot yoga session. She took a nap during the shiatsu foot massage. This gives new meaning to the phrase “Treat Yo’self!” Syd opened the car door for her and helped her in.
“That was…” Iyesha began.
“Incredible?” Syd offered, buckling up and looking back in the mirror.
“That’s one way to put it. Have you ever been to this place?”
“Nah, not my style. But I can appreciate ‘me time’,” he said. “So where to now?”
“I don’t even…what time is it anyway?” Iyesha asked.
“Just after five. Are you hungry?”
“No, Syd. I’m starving.”
“Then we should go to Le Boutique. I’ll call ahead and some dinner will be waiting there for you,” he said as they pulled out from the spa and got on the main highway that circled the island.
“Le Boutique is a strange name for a restaurant.”
“It would be, but Le Boutique is a shoe shop. By appointment only. They’re very accommodating,” Syd said, smiling back at her in the mirror. “I figured you’d want to get your shopping started on a solid foundation.”
“Syd?” Iyesha asked.
“Yes?”
“Marry me?” she asked, looking out the window at the resort buildings and luxury shops zooming by.
“About a decade too late, darlin’,” he laughed, holding up his wedding band.
“Is this lifestyle hard? All the jetsetting, tours, different cities on a moment’s notice?” Iyesha asked sincerely.
“It’s not for everyone, that’s for sure. But I’m a lucky guy. My better half realizes what an amazing opportunity this is for us, so she doesn’t give me too much of a hard time.”
“How long have you worked for Dragon?”
“About six years now. He’s been real good to me and my family. Here’s Le Boutique now,” Syd said, pulling the car up along the curb. “Feel like shopping?”
“What a ridiculous question, Syd,” Iyesha giggled, stepping out into the Tahitian sunlight.
The thumping bass could be felt a block away from the Tulassa as Syd pulled the car up to the entrance. Lines of security guards held people back, and as Dragon and Iyesha stepped out of the black town car, the paparazzi assault began. They rushed inside, into the dark womb of the club entrance. Iyesha held her purse close to her side.
The thick syrup bass was ever present, thumping through every surface and making Iyesha’s skin hum. She followed Dragon as they were escorted through the club. As they passed the dance floor, Iyesha saw a tightly packed crowd of party-goers undulating to the newest island dance music. The DJ knew his role, to get the crowd warmed up for the main event later on.
They were ushered into the VIP room in the back and were soon joined by the club manager. He and Dragon began haggling over the terms of the performance that night. Iyesha took that as her cue to go dance.
Slipping out of the room, she made her way back to the dance floor. Business finds a way to make even a place like this boring. Hitting up the bar, she threw back a shot of some dark rum and slinked to the dance floor. Gyrating, twisting and even a little twerking, she showed these younger upstarts what a veteran party girl can do. Lost in the crowds, she danced away from several drunk male suitors, undeserving of their own swagger.
She felt a presence behind her and spun around when she felt hands on her hips. Her hands immediately went to the hooded man’s chest, preparing to shove him into a cluster of frat bros at the edge of the dance floor.
“Putting’ hands on me now?” Dragon said, his voice barely audible over the loud house music now blaring through the speakers. He flashed a smile down at Iyesha, his white teeth the only thing visible in the dark hood pulled over his head.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her hands not leaving his chest.
“Just enjoyin’ you enjoyin’ yourself. You should keep dancing,” he said, kissing her. His lips pressed against hers and he let out a content moan.
Iyesha turned around slowly, keeping her body pressed against him. She looked around at the other people on the dance floor, but none reacted to Dragon at all. Iyesha began to dance with Dragon, giggling and laughing when he grabbed her for a kiss or to nibble on her neck.
Grinding her ass against him, she pulled his hands to her stomach. He swayed with her, their bodies in sync to the slower tempo song the DJ put on to give people a break. Iyesha guided his hand lower, leaning back to whisper up to him.
“I’m wet for you,” Iyesha said as she felt his hand dip under her skirt. Glad I didn’t wear any panties tonight. She heard Dragon chuckle when he felt no barrier to her sex. He roughly slid a finger inside her. Followed by another.
“Oh god,” Iyesha moaned, her body pressed back against Dragon while she looked at the crowd around them. None had taken notice of their lewd behavior. She closed her eyes as Dragon slid another finger inside her and began pumping her in rhythm to the beat. It was incredible, like the sound itself was fucking her. She ground her ass against Dragon, feeling his growing erection.
When Iyesha felt him press his thumb against her clit, she came, drenching his hand with her juices. She wailed into the soft cotton of his hoody, hoping none around could hear her, not caring if they did.
Iyesha spun around and rammed her tongue up into his mouth. Oh god, I want him to mount me on the dance floor! Her hand went to his cock, squeezing it through his pants. She began to unzip him, when the music went really quiet.
“And now, without further ado, motherfucking Dragon!” the DJ said, looking offstage.
“Business calls,” Dragon said as he kissed Iyesha and ran off the dance floor towards the stage entrance. A minute later, Dragon took the stage, without the hoody. The crowd went ballistic.
“Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!” the crowd cheered as Dragon took a mic from the DJ and walked to the center of the stage.
“Aye yo’, how you feeling’ Tahiti?” Dragon called out to the crowd. Their cheers redoubled, Iyesha joining in.
“Hey DJ, let’s bring this fuckin’ place down,” Dragon said, the house lights all going out as a background track began to play. More cheers from the crowd.
The lights came back up as Dragon began, “If you ever seen a real ass n-“ he began.
A gunshot rang out from opposite the stage, towards the entrance to the dance floor. Everyone scattered. Iyesha turned to see a group of five men standing there, laughing. One had a pistol by his side. She looked back at the stage, but Dragon was gone. Before she could decide what to do, Syd ran into her from the side and ushered her back into the service area.
“What is going on? Who was that?” Iyesha asked as they dodged around busboys and other frightened club patrons.
“That was Lil’ Buck. I guess he’s a man of his word,” Syd said as they passed through the kitchen. Staff stood around confused, not sure what was going on.
“Where is Dragon?”
“I don’t know. He sent me to get you. We’re supposed to meet him out back in the alley,” he said as they went through an exit door into an alley.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Dragon said, coming out right behind them. “What a goddamn circus.”
“Ok, let me go get the car. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Syd said, darting down the alley.
“What the hell was that about?” Iyesha asked.
Dragon sighed. “Unprofessional shit is what that was about. Fuckin’ poppin’ off in the middle of a club like that.”
“Did he shoot at you?” Iyesha asked.
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�Nah, just up in the air. He just wanted to fuck up my night.”
“That’s not all I want!” a man said, coming up on the two of them with a gun drawn. The short black man pointed his pistol at Dragon. “Now give me that earring, Andre!”
“Fuck you Lil Buck! I ain’t giving’ you shit,” Dragon said, flexing like he wanted to attack the man drawing down on him.
Creeping to the side, Iyesha’s hands were shaking. Oh God, he’s going to shoot him. Tears running down her face, she wrapped her arms around herself in panic. Her hand brushed up against her purse and she felt the hardness inside. Without a second thought her hand went into the bag and she pulled out the semi-automatic handgun.
Leveling the barrel at Lil’ Buck’s head, she screamed, “Freeze motherfucker or I’ll blow your head off!” She saw Buck’s triumph turn to pants-shitting terror.
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