Erotic City

by Pynk

  “I want what’s best for Taj. It bothers me that he’s got a mother as wacky as her. But I’m not so sure he shouldn’t go ahead and have that procedure done.” She picked up her toothbrush from the countertop.

  “Why?”

  “If it’s gonna help him in the long run, why not get it done while he’s young?”

  “Because he might outgrow it.”

  She pointed the toothbrush in every direction as she spoke. “The doctors would know best. It’s a shame that you two can’t iron that out without going to court. Next thing you know, she’ll file a petition for that, too. You guys are in and out of court more than anyone I know. It’s like a substitute for screwing or something. All that damn misplaced passion.”

  “She’s just trying to make me miserable.”

  “Yeah well, she’s making us miserable. Not to mention the crap at the club.” Milan headed out of the kitchen and back down the hall.

  Lavender spoke while following her. “So, what’s up with the charges against the club anyway?”

  “I’ll know later today.”

  “We need to know at the same time. I know you and Attorney Wyatt go way back, but if there’s any more communication with the lawyers, I need to be in on it.”

  She did not look back. “Cool.”

  “Make that happen.”

  “I will.” She entered the bedroom and opened the panty drawer next to her bed, rummaging through her G-strings and V-strings and XYZ-strings.

  His tone seemed milder. “Milan, if we can get away tomorrow, just for one night, let’s do it. Let’s go to our spot in Panama City and celebrate our first anniversary.”

  She spoke while selecting a strawberry lace pair of undies with a pink-jeweled butterfly that perched at the crack of her ass. “That sounds good.”

  “And thanks for putting up with all of this mess.” Lavender was right up against her cheeks from behind and he hugged her around her waist. His hands were clasped along her pierced belly button where her sunburst tat resided.

  She closed her eyes and leaned her head back along his chest. “Lord knows you deal with enough baggage that comes along with being with me. It’s a give and take. And so, I’m in this with you.”

  “And so am I. You’re my girl?”

  She turned toward him. She pressed her breasts to the fabric of his gray T-shirt. His freshly pumped muscles rippled beneath. He had a chest that would give any man pec envy. Her hand rested on his boxing glove tattoo. She looked up and into his eyes. “I’m your girl.”

  He peered down at her tits and gave a devilish grin. Down below, Lavender junior was slowly receiving the message that something was up.

  The beep tone sounded on his phone. He looked down by his side. He had

  1 new voice mail.

  Milan shifted away from him and proceeded to her closet saying, “Damn, that was a long-ass message. And just how freaky were you guys cause she is still straight-up dick whipped?”

  Lavender shut down the power to his phone. He lost his grin and lost the thrill of his frustrated hard-on.

  Ramada’s timing always had a way of fucking things up.

  12

  “After the Love Is Gone”

  Friday, March 30, 2007

  9:11 p.m.

  Less than one year earlier, Ramada Hart awoke from a long nap with Lavender in his Fairburn home. The afternoon had quickly wound into a dark sky that fell over them as they slept. She glanced at the digital clock and couldn’t believe her eyes. Time had flown in slumber land. As usual, their time spooning together knocked her out like a left hook.

  She turned toward Lavender and planted a loud kiss on his forehead. He opened his brown eyes and gave a woozy smile. He shut his eyelids in slow motion.

  Ramada reached under the maroon satin sheets and took his dick into her hand. It was tucked away and at rest. She found her way past the drawstring of his plaid boxers and went skin-to-skin upon his resting package.

  It was as though his penis was alone with her and it was willing to play suck-and-cum without its master, if she would only keep things between it and her. It grew gradually as though to stay low-key. Lavender’s eyes reopened slowly. But his little man couldn’t help but continue its sneaky expansion. Lavender turned onto his back and Ramada prepared to place herself up close and personal, when he moved her hand away. He pulled back the covers and threw his right leg to the side of his California king bed, springing to a stance, wiping his eyelids with the back of his hand. He headed straight to the bathroom. He said not a word.

  She lay upon her back and placed her forearm over her eyes. She remembered that Lavender was mad about a phone call from her long lost ex earlier that day. She and Lavender had fallen asleep at odds. The few hours of slumber did nothing to erase his memory.

  Ramada slipped from the bed in her midnight blue pajamas and threw on a cream-colored, ruffled robe.

  After so many years, she knew better than to push the issue. She needed to give him time. It was his jealous streak that she knew so well. He always gets like this when he starts trippin about someone else, she said to herself.

  She headed to the front of Lavender’s ranch-style home toward the kitchen. On the way she walked past Taj’s bedroom door. He had spent the day at his best friend’s house in the subdivision. The young boy’s mother had called Ramada right after Taj was dropped off to ask if he could stay until Sunday. Ramada agreed because she knew the boy and his family were moving to Dallas the next month and he’d no longer be able to see them. And also because she and Lavender had been talking about going to Erotic City anyway.

  Lavender walked into the long and narrow kitchen and grabbed a small Capri Sun from the ebony refrigerator while Ramada prepared to make a cup of evening coffee. “Are you sure you want to go out?” she asked.

  “I’m sure.” Lavender inserted the tiny straw, keeping an eye on Ramada. “Coffee this late?”

  “I wanna make sure I stay up.”

  “We just had a three-hour nap. You’ll be up.”

  Ramada scooped heaping teaspoons into the filter. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Are you?”

  “I’m good.”

  “Good. I’ll get dressed. You wanna leave in about an hour?”

  “That’s fine. Do we need to talk about any rules?” she asked.

  “We’ve covered all of this before.”

  “Well, it’s been a while since we went to The Playpen. And we’ve never been to this club before, so I just wanna make sure.”

  He recited the rules as though they were etched in his head. “No flirting unless I show you who I’m interested in. No making a move unless we’re both attracted. No kissing. Use condoms.”

  “Okay. And we won’t leave each other’s side other than to go to the bathroom. Unlike last time.”

  “Last time I went to the bar.” He pointed to her with his eyes. “You tripped.”

  She filled the pot with water. “You didn’t tell me I’d be standing alone for thirty minutes.”

  “Let’s not go there.”

  “Let’s not.” Her sigh was small.

  Lavender noticed and said, “Ramada, we can go some other time. It’s on you.”

  She poured the water, slid the pot under the filter, and walked up to Lavender. She used both hands to hold his hand. Her voice and her eyes were now seductive. “I’m down for it. Taj is gone. I think we need to spice things up anyway. Besides, you know how I love watching you please another woman.” She looked him square in the eyes.

  He did not blink. He turned his head to the side and took a big sip of his juice. He swallowed and then balled up the package. “Then like I said, I’m gonna go get dressed.” He took a step from her, raised his hand up high, and made a three-point shot into the trash can near the side door.

  Ramada turned away from him and opened the cupboard, reaching for a ceramic coffee mug. “I’ll hit the shower in Taj’s room,” she told him.

  “You do that.” He still had n
ot forgotten.

  13

  “Little Red Corvette”

  Friday, March 30, 2007

  11:59 p.m.

  By midnight, Ramada and Lavender paid their couple’s membership fee and were buzzed inside of the adult playground, Erotic City, hand in hand. They both had looks of sexploration on their faces.

  Lavender led the way, looking grown and sexy. The club was not too crowded and not too empty.

  “Little Red Corvette” played as they weaved through the dance floor and headed for the bar. Ramada took a seat and Lavender stood. He’d brought a bottle of Crown Royal.

  “Here you go,” Lavender said close to the ear of the female bartender. It was the rule to store your bottle behind the bar. No glass was allowed because some members walked around barefoot. And it was self-pour only, because like most sex clubs they didn’t have a liquor license.

  The bartender was young and brunette and dressed meagerly in hot pants and a tight black peekaboo top that hosted her oversize breasts. She took the unopened fifth with one hand and pressed her eyeglasses close to the bridge of her pointy nose with the other. “And your membership number?” she asked.

  “It’s 30291,” he replied after glancing at his card. He noticed her undeniable cleavage, boob man that he was.

  Ramada noticed him noticing but was unfazed.

  The lady bartender spoke to Lavender but offered her smiling eyes to Ramada’s fully occupied red bra. “You want to break it open now?” She placed a big orange sticker on the front of the bottle and wrote their number in black marker.

  “Yes, please.”

  “As long as you pour. You want two glasses?”

  He nodded. “Yes. On the rocks, please.”

  “Coming right up.”

  Lavender stood close to Ramada while they both checked out the premises. Ramada nodded to the beat of the music.

  The bartender returned and placed their ice-filled cups in front of them. “My name is Destiny.”

  Lavender nodded. “Destiny.”

  Ramada grinned.

  The bartender grinned back and handed them back their bottle.

  “Appreciate it.” He opened it and began to pour. “Oh, and some Coke, too, please.”

  “No problem.” She wiped off the counter and gave another smile to Ramada, reaching down to grab two cans of soda. “Is this your wife?”

  “My lady.”

  “Pretty lady.” She placed a can near the cups.

  “Thanks.” Ramada blushed.

  “You’re welcome,” the lady said, stepping away to another couple.

  Lavender shook his head and laughed as he mixed their drinks and placed a five-dollar tip on the bar. “Yeah, the ladies always have loved you. I’m not surprised.” He took a big sip.

  Ramada took her drink and swirled around the ice cubes with her finger. “You, too.”

  “You’re sure you were never with a woman before we met?” Lavender asked.

  “I’m sure.”

  “Because you know what to do, I’ll say that much.” He took another swallow.

  Ramada took a small sip and licked her lips. “You taught me everything I know.”

  “That might be the other way around. I thought the lady we got with at the hotel was gonna loose her mind when you . . . well, when you were doing whatever it is you do down there.”

  “I do the same thing you do to me. Besides, I’m not the one who made her cum. You did.” Ramada again checked out the other swingers. “That orgasm was from when she was getting some Lavender dick.” Ramada locked sights on someone. “Speaking of dick. What do you think?”

  Lavender tried to trace her stare. “What?”

  She pointed in the exact direction. “About him?”

  Lavender saw who she was speaking of. “About him what?”

  “He’s cute.”

  Lavender looked away and faced her. “Ramada. What are you doing?”

  She nodded toward the dark and cute, twenty-something man. “Flirting. We said we’d ask each other.” The man walked away, but turned to see that she was still looking at him, looking at her.

  Lavender placed his half-empty drink on the bar, resting his foot along the bottom on Ramada’s chair. “Why are you acting like we suddenly agreed to allow men in on this? This is a female-female-male threesome. That’s it. That’s how we do it. That’s how it’s always been.”

  Ramada found a new direction to look in. “Yeah, but he was cute. But I hear you, Mr. Double Standard.”

  Lavender simply stared at Ramada.

  She said, “What about who I like?” Her eyes continued to scan the room like she was T&A shopping.

  “As far as women. We already went over this.”

  “I just wanna make sure I’ve got it right. So, if I like that sexy bartender, or, let’s say, that person over there, and you do, too, then we’re cool.” She nodded in the direction of someone else.

  Lavender did not look where she was looking. “I’m still working on your double standard comment. No man is gonna see me, or you, do our thing. Period. Call it whatever you want.”

  “But a woman can see you do your thing, right?” she asked. Her eyes were still busy.

  He leaned back against the bar and crossed his arms. “Ramada, we’ve been here three minutes and we’re having problems already. I’m not gonna take one for the team because you’ve suddenly got the hots for some man.”

  “It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes” is what folks on the dance floor were singing in unison, dancing like a group of strippers.

  Ramada used her pinky to point toward the end of the dance floor. “I’m trying to get you to look at that lady over there. She’s looking at us.” Ramada set her drink down without looking. “I’ll be right back.”

  Lavender picked up his drink and watched where she was headed. She stepped like a runway model, wearing her red bra and jean shorts with two-tone, denim and red peep-toe heels. She stepped up to a woman.

  He guzzled his drink and replaced his cup on the bar. Ramada and the woman approached.

  “Lavender, she’s bi curious and she wants to play,” Ramada said, giving flirty eyes to the woman, and to him. She asked the skinny woman with the big eyes and long blonde hair, “Do you like him?”

  The woman’s eyes flirted. She held her silver clutch bag close to her chest. Her black cat suit seemed painted on. She had a bronze summer tan in the spring. She looked tall, but about six of her inches were mirrored platform stripper shoes. Her undeniable marshmallow scent matched the fragrance of M by Mariah Carey. “He’s cute.” Her eyelashes batted.

  Ramada asked Lavender. “Do you like her?”

  He checked her out up and down. What was not to like? She looked like a living, breathing calendar girl. As his eyes made their journey, he noticed her subtle, shapely hips and tiny waist, flat stomach and wide mouth. “Yes.”

  “Then let’s go,” said Ramada.

  She led the way and Lavender brought up the rear, watching them both from behind. Ramada headed to a private room and removed her clothes. Right away, she lay on her back upon the white sheet and exposed her crotchless red panties, opening her legs and bending her knees back, still keeping her heels on.

  Lavender pulled the door to. He stood at the foot of the twin bed.

  The woman pulled off her tight clothing, exposing her small chest, and kept her eyes on Ramada. She said to Lavender, “Aren’t you going to show me how you do it. How you turn her on? Or should I go first?”

  Ramada’s anxiousness was apparent. “I don’t care which one of you starts but one of y’all needs to start eating some pussy.”

  “Go right ahead,” Lavender said, waving his hand toward Ramada while he took off his clothes. The woman knelt to her knees upon the bed and buried her face in between Ramada’s neatly trimmed vagina. She immediately found Ramada’s hood and exposed her oversize pearl. Curiosity was trying to kill the cat.

  Ramada rolled her eyes back and reached one hand
out toward Lavender. Her words were throaty. “Now you come here.”

  He stepped to her and she took his penis in her right hand. Before she could get going with a mouth-boning session for her man’s at-attention dick, the woman shifted from Ramada’s most private part, grabbed Lavender’s dick from her, and stuck it as far back inside of her mouth as he would go. Lavender looked shocked and his dick agreed. It pulsated as if it could have said, “Damn.”

  Ramada got up, wearing only her skimpy panties, and stood behind Lavender, rubbing his sensitive back and massaging his shoulders as he looked down upon his new friend’s extraspecial dick-sucking skills. The fact that she was a stranger had him extra hard.

  Ramada looked back toward the doorway, and there stood the young man who had been eyeing her earlier, peeking inside. She tossed her cognac hair back in a girlie way and gave him a bad-girl stare. She brought her tittie to her own mouth and sucked her nipple while turning to eye him just below the waist. He stepped in farther.

  Suddenly, the woman backed her head away and positioned her hungry vagina to meet Lavender’s saliva-wet dick. She had a foil package from a gold magnum XL penis hat in her hand, which she opened with her teeth and placed on him, and then she opened her legs wide enough for him to see where she was coming from . . . where he needed to be.

  Wearing only his socks and with tunnel vision, he braced himself and leaned forward to feed her, rubbing his dickhead along her light brown, long pussy hairs. He plunged inside. It was wet and hot and tight.

  She jerked and pressed toward him for more. “Uhhhh,” she said softly. Her right leg shook the deeper he got. And so did her moans.

  His eyes involuntarily closed and he dipped inside with a fury.

  The man who was standing at the door was now kneeling behind a totally naked Ramada, sticking his stiff tongue in and out of her ass, licking her butt cheeks, and fingering her honey pot from behind like he was trying to hit her G-spot.

  As Lavender moaned, Ramada said, “Yeah. Get that shit,” keeping her hands on Lavender’s spine, his hot spot. She began breathing heavier and leaned her tits along Lavender’s back, as though assisting him in getting his fuck on.