Dr. Feelgood

by Marissa Monteilh

  “Makkai, can I meet you somewhere? I need to see you.”

  “Salina, I can’t. Not tonight.”

  “Why?”

  His tone was so damn bland. “I have something to do.”

  “How about tomorrow?”

  “I’ll call you. They’re paging me, I’ve gotta go. Goodbye.”

  I don’t think he even waited for me to respond before he clicked over. What was going on with him? As was the usual, sleep simply took me out of my misery.

  Chapter 29

  Georgia

  “Hold on a second, Georgia.”

  About four weeks or so after our last conversation, Makkai and I finally talked briefly. He kept leaving me on hold, clicking over to answer phone call after phone call.

  “Okay, I’m back. Sorry. So what were you saying?”

  About ten minutes into the conversation, I realized Makkai was definitely starting to see things my way. I wasn’t surprised because it was obvious he could only think with his lower head. Negro talked a lot of trash, acting like he was damn near gonna file a restraining order on me if I showed up at his house again. Please. Plus, he treated me like a fool when I told him I was pregnant. But, see, I knew this time he couldn’t resist. No man could resist this. No man in his right mind and no man who is one hundred percent straight, and even some gay men. This is every man’s fantasy.

  “I’ll see you tonight,” he said just before he hung up.

  “I can’t wait.”

  That night, I peeked out of the window just in time to see Stardust’s off-white PT Cruiser pull up. She pressed the button to her remote key lock.

  I spoke into my cell. “I’m coming down to meet you. Don’t move.” I had giddy sprinkled all in between my speedy words. Disconnecting from Star’s call, I ran toward the open door of the Playa Del Rey hotel room in fifth gear, shutting it behind me, hurriedly making my way downstairs.

  She grinned as I approached her.

  Our hugged greeting lingered. I spoke into her ear. “Makkai is so excited, girl. This is all he’s been talking about since he got here about an hour ago.”

  Stardust didn’t know that all I did was email him a photo of her while he and I were on the phone, and he was down for the count. Telling him she was a stripper didn’t hurt, either.

  Holding hands, we headed toward the hotel room. As usual, I was dwarfed by Star’s five-ten frame as I led her to the elevator door. “Is that backpack all you have?”

  “Yes,” Star said, lifting her gold pack over her shoulder.

  “You’re spending the night, right?”

  “Maybe,” she replied as she blushed. She looked at me like she suddenly had a case of the shys, glancing around as we exited the elevator and onto the outside walkway, looking down the hall toward the third-floor room.

  “Girl, you look like an innocent schoolgirl. You need something to drink. What’s with the frigid face?”

  Star continued down the hall next to me without saying a word. She seemed reserved about doing this, but she’d almost begged me at the last minute since I was giving her my wounded routine about how she needed to try this. Damn, now I’m starting to feel a little bad. Not.

  She was surprisingly dressed like she was suddenly on her way to church, all-stylish in her snow-white stretch-knit pantsuit. Her pretty toes, two of them ringed out, looked like they’d been freshly painted with a loud red polish. She normally wore French. Star showed off her perfect feet in three-inch, copper sandals. Her toes wiggled as she walked, as well as her ample bottom.

  I stood behind her for a second to check her out just before I slipped the key card to room number three sixty nine through the slot. If I’d had a dick, it would have been at full attention. I knew what was between her legs and I couldn’t wait to share it with him. Share it my way that is. Funny how it’s cool to share a man with a woman I choose, but I’ll be damn if he can run around hiding and hitting every girl just because.

  The green light flashed, the lock clicked, and I turned the knob and pushed the door open for her to proceed.

  I’d sprayed a little Red Door perfume in the room so it smelled luscious. And manly-luscious Makkai Worthy stood from the end of the huge bed, placed the remote on the green and gold comforter and greeted her with a handshake.

  Star hesitated, looking him in his face without blinking.

  I looked her up and down. “Isn’t she just as fine as I told you?”

  He replied, “Uh-huh. Even finer than her picture.”

  He pulled her near for a hug. She suddenly seemed even taller, rising up onto her tiptoes to extend a full-frontal embrace and a pat on his back. Now she was looking right around the area of his pectorals. His black dress shirt was unbuttoned to reveal a white wife-beater.

  “Nice to meet you,” she said.

  I swore I saw at least one of his nipples harden as he replied, “And you as well, Stardust.”

  She placed her backpack near the foot of the bed. I pulled a bottle of chilled champagne, or nerve killer, from the mini refrigerator.

  “Have you eaten?” Makkai asked us both.

  “Not yet,” Star replied.

  I shook my head no.

  “Let me take you both to dinner,” he suggested. “Because you know you should never drink on an empty stomach.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Star said, shaking her head.

  “Believe me, he’s planned all of this,” I informed her while putting the bottle back in the fridge next to the other two bottles. I moved in close to squeeze Makkai firmly around his waist, standing right next to him. It felt so good to be near him again. It was as if my jealousy drama had flown right on out of my mind, and his.

  He hugged me back tightly, looking down at my face. “Did you tell her that you’ve been getting ready for this all day? Hotel, clothes, everything.”

  I looked up at him and rubbed the side of his clean-shaven chin with the tips of my long fingernails. “I did.”

  Star smirked at him and then looked at me. “Yes, she did.”

  I reminded him, “Baby, this is for you. I know you have a birthday coming up and we just want you to enjoy yourself.” I whispered close to his ear. “Stardust is my gift to you.” I walked back to the refrigerator to make sure the three champagne glasses were chilling in the tiny freezer.

  “My birthday is not for a while, but that’s very nice of you. Very nice of you both.” Makkai grinned subtly.

  He then checked out Star’s more than adequate ass as she stepped along the light green carpet to the dresser mirror to freshen up her clear lip gloss. She was rarely made up. But, today she had a sheer-looking, golden shimmer of a glow to her face.

  “Let’s go,” Makkai said, with urgency, breaking his stare and shaking his head in amazement of her rump as she and I walked out of the door. His ass-loving preference was showing.

  He motioned for us to proceed first, walking behind both of his birthday gifts. She and I walked hand in hand.

  I let her get in the front seat of Makkai’s spaceship so she could sit next to him. I hopped in the back behind him. Before we knew it, we were at the Olive Garden on Sepulveda Boulevard, deep into pasta and shrimp and fancy drinks. The ménage à trois was about to be down and dirty, just like me.

  Chapter 30

  Georgia

  A few hours later, three-the-hard-way were back in the room all aglow, laughing and chatting more than before.

  “That was a good drink,” Star said, looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

  “How many Venetian Sunsets did you have, Star?” I asked.

  “More than I should have, that’s for sure.” She giggled as she spoke.

  I gave my glance to Makkai, who stood tall and composed. “The designated driver here seemed to abstain.”

  “I had to look out for you ladies.”

  “But, it’s your birthday,” I told him.

  “You must think my birthday is this month. It’s not until August.”

  “Whate
ver.”

  “You say so. I’m not complaining.”

  “Oh my. That’s one big-ass Jacuzzi there,” said Star, jerking her head back as her eyes met the oversized, emerald-green ceramic tub. She looked at it like it had not been there before.

  “Thanks for reminding me. We need to get this thing going,” I said, turning the long, golden faucets to release the full force of soothing, hot water. I handed Star a box of bath beads.

  She poured a tiny bit of the ocean blue Calgon crystals into the water and swirled her hand along to do a temperature test. “It’s just right.”

  Makkai popped the cork on one of the chilled magnum bottles of Cristal and poured a tall glass for Star.

  “I will if you will. Take a sip, that is,” she told him as she took the glass from him.

  “I will.” He immediately poured one for himself.

  “Good.” She held up the glass and looked impressed. “Nothing but the best I see.”

  “Absolutely.” He handed me a glass as well. “For you.”

  “Well, just a sip or two,” I joked.

  “Yeah, right,” he said unbelievingly. “Cheers.” Makkai raised his crystal flute.

  I said, “To you and your birthday celebration, whenever your birthday is. And many more.”

  “Here, here,” Star added, as we all raised our glasses and sipped in unison.

  Makkai took two long gulps and his glass was empty. He poured himself another one.

  Star sloshed the bubbly around in her mouth and said with a frown, “I need to brush my teeth from all of that garlic.” She placed her glass on top of the tiny white linoleum bar. “And Georgia, you brought real glasses too. That’s some good advance planning there.”

  She reached into her backpack, removing her tiny cosmetic bag containing her toothbrush. She left the door open to the bathroom as she swirled Aquafresh along her tongue and teeth with her finger, finishing up the job with her blue toothbrush.

  “Me too,” I said as I entered the bathroom just as Star exited. I slapped her butt and she giggled. It bounced just as she put her own hands on it, as if to stop the rolling motion herself.

  Star grabbed her glass again and plopped down on the bed after another big gulp of champagne made its way down her throat. “Now this is some good-ass champagne.” She sucked her tongue.

  Makkai inserted a CD into the portable boom box and began to play “Freak Me Baby” by Silk. He said, “It’s about to get even freakier once Georgia shows you her new outfit.”

  I exited the bathroom, lit a ton of candles, turned off the lights, and grabbed my pearl white underwire bra and G-string set from my overnight bag. “This is for later.”

  “That’s new, huh?” Star asked.

  “It’s for Makkai. I showed him earlier.”

  Makkai remarked, “Yeah, but I didn’t get to see it on you.”

  “You will,” I promised him.

  No longer shy, Star said to Makkai, “I dare you to strip down to your birthday suit.”

  Makkai didn’t even blink. “You haven’t said nothin’ but a word.” Within three seconds, he was butt naked, sporting nothing but a grand smile. He was at full attention, pointing at both of us as we sat on the bed. Star crossed her leg over mine. I hugged her as we took in his perfect frame.

  The words, “I wanna get freaky with you,” flowed through the speakers.

  “I want to see what’s under there,” Makkai told Star with an inquisitive voice, glancing down just below her waistline. He finished off his second glass of champagne and poured even more.

  She still seemed amazed by the sight of his private part.

  “Now if you need help, just let me know,” he volunteered.

  “No, I can do it,” she replied while smiling but still staring. Her eyes looked stuck.

  “Show him what you’ve got, baby,” I encouraged her.

  She broke her stare to look down as she pulled off her white pants and revealed her leopard, bikini-cut panties, and then she took off her lemon colored tube top. She was braless and her tits were perky and firm and round.

  She did a half-turn as her full, red-boned cheeks bounced in vibration to her step.

  “Now those are some cheekz, there. I’ve got two shapely, big-boned, Coke-bottle ladies up in this room.”

  Star joked, “We’ve got dick for days and ass for weeks.”

  “Make it a week for your tail alone,” he joked.

  She turned back around chuckling, and this time her brown-skinned titties bounced, tipped off by tiny, dusty rose nipples that looked like bugs on a headlight. They looked extra suckable tonight.

  Makkai started to moonwalk. “Well, it’s my turn to get fresh breath, and when I come out of that bathroom, I want to see some mutual admiration up in here.”

  Star told him, “Oh we know how to do that.”

  “I’ll bet you do.”

  “Hey, girl, the Jacuzzi is ready. Wanna try it?” I asked.

  “I’m game,” she replied without a second thought.

  She removed her panties and I stripped down bare body. I poured myself into the tub to bask in the luxury of the eighty-degree water. Star sat on the edge.

  “Hey,” Makkai said, reentering the room, grabbing his glass and turning on the jets as he stepped in next to me while Star watched from the side. He placed his glass on the tile ledge. His sights were on her clean-shaven pussy. His chin dropped, which only made her open her chocolate legs farther.

  With eyes frozen, Makkai said with a moan, “That’s so pretty! And you’ve got a little mole on the side.” Her baldness stared back at him.

  “I call it her chocolate chip. I keep trying to lick it off but it won’t go away. I’ll just have to keep trying,” I told him as I leaned over and put my mouth to her southern lips.

  Makkai watched while Star closed her big brown eyes and moaned. I moved my head up and down and side-to-side as the sounds of lubricating Star’s vagina took over the room.

  Makkai swigged another long sip, leaned back, securing himself farther into the water, with his knees protruding outward through the bubbles. He had a major up-and-down grip on his hard-on.

  Star leaned her head back and started to damn near growl. She jumped and flinched and flexed her legs and wiggled her hips. I had a firm grip on her swollen muscle, with just enough tongue-time just below. I took Makkai’s hand and placed it on her right breast. He squeezed it and rubbed it and she suddenly looked down at his hand on her skin. She moaned louder and grinded deeper into my face. I reached over under the water and took Makkai’s penis into my hand. He groaned deeply while I stroked his shaft. He continued to grip her breasts and I continued to eat her out, keeping one eye on him. Makkai exhaled and inhaled rapidly, over and over again, struggling to catch his breath.

  “Work him, Georgia,” Star told me as he squeezed her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. It’s as if he knew what she liked.

  She grunted and squeezed her legs around my head. He grunted and pumped his dick faster inside of my hand, and they both made an undignified, similar sound of passion-satisfied, as he spilled his liquid through his tip, and she secreted her liquid into my ready-to-receive mouth.

  Star looked at him, and he looked at her, and I pulled back and wiped my mouth with my hand.

  “You’re good,” they both said to me at the same time.

  I smiled pleasingly and wiped my forehead. “I don’t know about you two but I’m headed for that enormous bed. It’s hot in here.” I got out, found a towel and patted myself down.

  “I’m right behind you,” Star told me.

  Makkai stepped out behind us, finishing off the other half of his glass of bubbly.

  I stretched out on top of the white cotton sheets, propping a down pillow behind my head. Star lay next to me, still wet, eyeing every inch of my body while sniffing her way down within an inch of my brown skin. She briefly kissed my navel and touched my thighs with exploring fingertips. She then lay on top of me, lying just so our nipples brus
hed against each other. She looked me dead in the eyes and kissed me.

  “I love you,” she said with passion.

  I was never going to get a chance to wear that bra and panty set now. It was on.

  Makkai gave an inquiring look, but still stood over us with a full erection, eyeballing the happenings while towel drying his heated self with a scissor-like, back-and-forth motion across his back. He reached into the refrigerator to open a second bottle and filled his glass to the rim. He gulped two swallows in two seconds flat. He popped his tongue, “Ahhhh.”

  Star kissed my smoky eyelids, mascara-coated lashes, my earlobes, and then she traced a trail up and down my neck. She moaned and started to grind. I moaned and started to grind back. Makkai moaned and assumed the jack-off position.

  I bent my knees upward and inward in a missionary position. Star lay on her belly, and moved down to the exact spot of my entry and adjusted her position for comfort. She pulled my lower lips apart to expose my pinkness and licked with a flat tongue, spitting and licking over and over. She buried her face and went to work. My clit throbbed.

  Her middle finger probed my deepness. She looked up at me with big half-drunken eyes.

  My ass flexed. I closed my eyes. The thought of Makkai watching us in action was burning my desire fast. Star’s tongue-tickling was fueling an early explosion. I felt a rush and then heard deep, full-on grunting sounds, followed by a scream of pleasure. It was as if Makkai had his penis inside my woman. My eyes popped open.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” My heartbeat was as loud as my words.

  Makkai stood behind Star with her generous ass meeting his groin. “What?” he asked, still half-pumping.

  “Star, don’t let him do that. Don’t let him fuck you. You don’t let guys fuck you.”

  I forcefully pushed her face away from my middle as she looked up at me.