by Pynk
“Either way, it just seems wrong.”
“I tell people all the time that sexual expression does not mean sexual deviance.”
They passed the dance floor where a Hershey Adonis–looking man and a Halle Berry–looking woman were grooving to a marathon slow jam, doing the slow dance switch with other people, changing partners for a pelvic grind every thirty seconds. One woman, wearing a skimpy nightie, backed it up on a man who wore only a towel.
Tamiko looked like her eyes were being molested. “This is just so recreational, like nobody’s taking it seriously, like people have a license to be a freak. I mean, how do couples even bring up that they’re interested in coming here if they’re in a relationship? How do these people come together and agree on screwing strangers together?”
“Some bring it up if and when a woman wants to experience another woman. They might fantasize in bed and he’ll sneak in a question and then he might find the right time to bring it up outside of the bedroom. There are also online groups and blog pages where people meet. Not to mention sites like the Adult Hookup, and Booty Call Anonymous, where straight or gay, you can hook up within minutes, right through the Internet. It’s the whole friends-with-benefits thing. Believe it or not, they even have a site where men can seek other men who will fuck their wives right in front of them, or each other. Tamiko, there’s a whole world out there. Anything can be arranged. Trust me. Anything.”
“I guess so. But while you’re busy sharing your significant other, seems they could get stolen.”
“Like I said, anything can happen. This club is not for those who fuck around on the side. It’s for those who fuck right in front of you.”
As they stepped away from a dark-skinned woman who lay flat on her back in an open room with her legs spread-eagled, Tamiko noticed that the woman wore a strap-on and the man was between her legs, sucking her bright pink dildo while stroking his woody. The woman was wearing black pumps and a black mask. Her hands were tied above her head with a silk scarf. She wiggled into his suckling. Her legs were shaking like she was getting off. She was silent.
Tamiko’s eyes leaped and her mouth opened.
Milan said, “And if the door stays open, looking is definitely fair game.”
Tamiko stopped at the door but Milan kept walking. Tamiko’s mind went back to remembering the scene of the crime when Jarod came in and whacked himself in front of Nancy. She struggled to shake the thought of the naked couple in front of her doing things Jarod and Nancy may have already done together.
Milan suddenly saw Lavender standing over two women who were sitting on a lounge chair.
They were all smiles.
Lavender was all smiles.
He leaned over so that one could speak into his ear, and he stood straight up, laughing.
Milan stopped.
Tamiko almost bumped into her sister as she proceeded without looking, and then shifted her brain to Milan’s vision. Already feeling her own tinge of personal frustration, she frowned and pointed. “Who are they?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t wanna know?”
“Lavender meets so many people in here. We both do.”
“Well right about now, since whatever you might have left is hanging on a very thin string, you need to follow me.” Tamiko made a beeline to the threesome. Milan was a few steps behind her. Tamiko said, “Lavender. Introduce us.”
“Oh hey, Tamiko. Milan. This is Angel and Sharon.”
Milan said, “Hello.”
Angel was all smiles, in her short dress, fishnets, and high heels. “Oh hi. We met Brian and Lavender out at Sambuca the other night and they invited us over.”
“They did?” Tamiko asked, looking at Lavender.
“Yes,” Angel said.
Lavender spoke. “Milan is the owner.”
Milan looked at him like she was waiting for Lavender to add another title to the introduction.
Angel said cheerily, “Oh. Nice place. This is my second time.” She looked at her friend. “And I had to force her to come along. She’s had her mouth wide open ever since we walked in.”
Sharon’s eyes were wide. “I must tell you. I’m speechless.”
Milan said, “Tamiko’s my sister. She’s new, too.”
“Oh so, you’re a newbie, too?” Sharon asked, wearing a neck-to-ankle leopard bodysuit.
“Yes. You know Milan and Lavender have been together for what, over a year now, Lavender?” Tamiko cut her eyes to her sister’s man.
“About that.”
Angel said, “Oh really?” She looked at Milan. “And you and Lavender work together. That must get to be extremely challenging.”
“Why would it be?” Milan fought off a frown.
“I mean, just with the sex all around. I know there are a lot of couples who do this and all, but I mean, working in these surroundings all night would definitely be enough to keep my libido fired up.”
“We do just fine in that department. We’ve been around this flavor of life for a long time and we each turned in our personal swinger’s cards a while ago.” Milan shifted gears as she watched Lavender looking around the room in any direction but hers. “Listen, you guys enjoy. I’m headed over to show Tamiko the bar area.”
Angel said, “Okay. It was a pleasure.”
Tamiko gave Lavender a look like he should be moving along, too.
He told Tamiko, “See you later.” Milan had already walked away. He stayed put.
Tamiko followed Milan but looked back as she said, “I’d keep an eye on them if I were you.”
“Lavender and I already have the cheating thing handled. If he wants to, he can. And he can also deal with whatever I choose to do after that.”
“But dang, are you two still officially together?”
“That’s on him.” Milan approached the bar and swung the bar top portion open as she and Tamiko stepped behind it. She looked up and saw Brian approaching. She said loudly, trying to talk over the sounds of “Rumpshaker” by Deelishis. “Oh, Brian, you know Tamiko.”
“Yes, I do. Hello.”
“Hi there.”
Milan said, “I’m trying to get her to manage the club a few nights a week so I can get some things done.”
“Uh-oh. The new boss, huh?” he joked.
“Hardly. I’m just taking it all in.”
“There’s a lot take in.”
Milan asked him, “So, everything’s cool?”
“Yeah. We’ve got it covered.”
Milan pointed to Lavender. “Lavender’s over there with the women you two met the other night.”
“Yeah. I saw them.”
“Brian, are you trying to get with one of them?”
“No. Not my type.”
“Okay, well, you know I don’t miss much.” Milan took in the sight of Lavender still talking to his new friends. “No. I don’t miss much at all.” She flagged down the bartender to come to them.
Milan looked over and noticed a man, maybe about twenty-two, who approached Sharon and they walked away together. They entered a private room and he shut the door behind them. Lavender and Angel continued to talk until Jed stepped over and Lavender introduced him.
Milan said, “It didn’t take her long. It’s always the ones who are the most wide eyed who are the first to hook up.”
“Not me,” said Tamiko, looking around like her skin was crawling.
Milan watched as Lavender leaned down again to hear what Angel had to say. She brushed her hand over his bicep as he stood up straight, laughing.
Lavender began talking to Jed.
And then Angel saw Milan watching.
Angel’s eyes welcomed her.
Angel actually blew Milan a kiss.
Milan looked away. And looked back. And looked away. And she looked back, returning the gesture.
Their eye contact lingered.
Milan blew a kiss back.
41
“Two-Fisted Love”
Sunday,
June 1, 2008
1:55 a.m.
Right around two in the morning, the legendary Big Booty Trudy hooked up with another regular named Dexter St. Cyr and they began undressing each other in the corner of the silver room.
Dexter removed his white Air Force Ones, army green hoodie, and Sean John jeans and then stripped Trudy down to her rhinestone goddess thong.
Sturdy Trudy grabbed the sheer fabric of her underwear and bent down slowly, shoving her smack-it-up ass into the air and slipping her panties down to her ankles like a stripper at The Pink Pony down the street. She stood up straight and stepped her metallic, open-toe shoes out of her undies, taking a second to kick her skimpy drawers onto a nearby love seat.
Trudy immediately turned her back to the voyeuristic crowd that had already started to gather. She made sure they had a full-on view of the big booty she was named for.
An ooooo and an ahhhhh could be heard.
Trudy grinned and began smacking her wad of bubblegum, giving it a pop.
And kneeling down on his knees with his dick at full attention was Dexter, 100 percent naked.
Trudy began the process of rough riding his face. While receiving his genuine mustache ride, she didn’t just stand there, taking what she was given. She worked hard to make sure it looked like she was the one doing the fucking. Fucking his tongue, chin, nose, teeth, lips, whatever he was offering to get her off. She put her hands on each side of his Rastafarian head and straddled her legs at the most appropriate level of meeting his mouth. She bounced her soft ass like someone was behind her pushing her cheeks up with their hands. Her legs barely moved. It was all ass muscle and all sheer booty momentum. She was the freak of the week.
Dexter made sloppy saliva swooshing sounds, lapping her up as though his tongue was a ladle and she was the gravy. Her pussy smiled thigh to thigh. He varnished her cunt lips with a fury, sopping her up and down. He backed away and brought his fingers right up to her drenched opening. He put one hand on his mocha dick and began to stroke himself with long, steady movements.
He looked out and saw a man choking his dick in both hands. There were two women wearing little to nothing. One woman only wore lip gloss and gigantic chandelier earrings. The other woman made soft moaning sounds at the sight of the superhero lovers.
“Is he well endowed or what? And damn, she has a body that looks like she was drawn that way.”
“Yeah, like an ebony Jessica Rabbit or some shit.”
“Shoot, she must have been the first in line when they were passin out booty.”
“I’ll bet she can clap a beer bottle between those cheeks.”
“I wish they’d let somebody else get soma that shit.”
It turns out that Lavender and Angel were also standing at the door. He stood behind her and she moved up to get a closer view.
She said, “Look at that. I want soma that myself.” She was all eyes.
Trudy lay back on a padded-leather block and spread her legs while Dexter positioned himself between her. He grabbed a tiny, clear bottle of Ultra Glide Lube and squirted it onto her lower lips, allowing it to drip along her slit. He rubbed it back and forth, and inserted his finger, and then another, and then another and another until he had four fingers inside of her.
Trudy shut her eyes with a look of complete ecstasy and sucked on her wad of gum, pressing it flat to her tongue.
Dexter inserted his thumb and pressed his hand deeper until her vagina swallowed his knuckles and clasped down on his wrist. He impaled her, pressing his hand deeper until it was no longer visible. His entire right hand occupied her pussy. Trudy began to grind and his fist rotated left to right, hitting her spot, filling her up completely.
“Hell yeah,” she said, opening her eyes and moaning like she was in another world.
He placed his mouth on her clitoris, which sat straight up, looking at him. He sucked her clit like a nipple. Her legs began to buzz while he gave sweet strokes, fisting her with strength. His bicep muscles flexed. She was breathless through his probing. The pleasure crashed through her body like a twenty-five-car pileup.
Trudy remembered that just as she liked she was being watched. She looked to her left, seeing a sea of people. An Asian couple had walked up. The man was pinching his own nipple and his woman was finger fucking herself.
Trudy’s eyes searched the group and she felt her heat intensify while Dexter stroked the walls of her sex. She began to close her eyes at the onslaught of her cumming and she saw Angel’s sweet face. She quickly drew in her breath and shuddered, and felt a rush. She clamped tighter around Dexter’s hand and he slobbered nastier on her clit. She could not control herself.
She flexed her muscles and propelled her hips forward just as Dexter yanked his fist out of her cavity. Trudy spurted a long hot stream of liquid orgasm straight up into the air. The sensation rolled harder and harder with every shot of warm fluid. Her explosion of tremors quaked. She shook violently while the cascading orgasm began to subside. She gave a long blink and tried to catch her breath. Her chest told on the pace of her beating heart. Her drenched pussy still squeezed in reply to the fainting waves of cumming. Her lower body was soaked.
She came out of her dizzying spiral and opened her eyes, looking back at the group who still stared, but some had dropped mouths. As mascara from Trudy’s lashes ran and stung her eyes she searched for Angel in the crowd. Suddenly, a fully clothed Angel walked up to Trudy, unbuttoned her own blouse, removed her black satin bra, and began feeding Trudy her plentiful titties. Trudy removed her gum from her mouth and happily obliged.
Dexter gave a deep semilaugh and said with strong lingo flavor, “Wait, me think me left me watch in dat punash.” He grinned and grabbed his monster dick, stroking himself while watching the ladies play.
Lavender stood spellbound while Angel asked Trudy as she looked down at her, “Can you teach me how to do that? Make it rain like that?”
“I can,” Trudy replied in between sucking major nipples.
Angel’s face showed that she enjoyed Trudy’s suckling skills even though she now kept her sexy sights on Lavender.
She nearly slapped Trudy’s face with her breasts as they flopped about. Lavender had to force himself to walk away.
But it was very, very hard.
Angel was no longer a newbie.
She was definitely ready to play.
She wanted Lavender to know it.
And he did.
Temptation had him by the balls.
42
“Dirty Mind”
Sunday, June 1, 2008
3:02 a.m.
Tamiko placed her phone on the shelf of her headboard after sending Milan a text that she’d made it home. She’d left the club at two o’clock in the morning, unable to stay until closing. The four hours she’d spent there, in her mind, was way more than enough.
The quiet and stillness of Tamiko’s bedroom cheered on the inspiration for her mind to race. She was actually amazed at the level of comfort that the members of Milan’s club had. They were secure with their bodies and they knew what they were there for. It was a level of freedom she’d never experienced. Even though she played it off like it totally bothered her, it piqued her curiosity a little. She just couldn’t get it out of her head.
The tingling between her legs got her attention. She thought back to a couple of the men in the club who had kept staring at her. Looking at her in a different way than they would at a regular nightclub. There was a bit of ease and relief being around people whom she knew were into a style of life that involved being open to sex and being liberated enough to explore having sex, right then and there.
Tamiko had received the I want you nods. The come fuck me winks. The let me eat you below the waist stares. She denied her attraction and her level of turn-on. But lust was kickin her ass.
She opened her paraphernalia drawer and pulled out her rabbit named Kellen, named after the young man from the store she’d been playing phone tag with. She lay on her back and slip
ped off her panties, opening her legs and rubbing herself, inserting only her middle finger. She was unusually wet. She flicked the tiny switch and two seconds later . . . she flicked it off. She reached over to her nightstand and pressed the button to call the very person she knew she shouldn’t, but the bad girl was in her. That, mixed with the nagging of her hungry pussy, was way more than she could handle.
It was like sending a drunk text, but she was sober. It read,
Call me now.
Within thirty seconds her phone rang in reply.
She answered it with “Jarod. Hi. Can you come by please? Now. Hurry. I need to see you. Bye.”
Totally surprised and overly excited, Jarod stepped out of his jeans as he stood over Tamiko’s bed after she let him in and she ran back to lie down on top of the covers. She only had on her white lace bra. And she wore a look on her face that said she was high off lust.
He and his foot-long cock examined her brown legs and waxed V-shaped vagina, thick, pretty lips, and big eyes. “You look good.”
He looked like such a stranger in her room. He looked almost forbidden in a way. And this particular night, she found that to be just the turn-on she needed. “Kiss me,” she demanded like a newfound sexpot.
Jarod, now only wearing his unbuttoned shirt, crawled on the bed and shifted himself to lie beside her, kissing her cheek softly and leaning over to plant his mouth on hers, opening up and extending his tongue to trace hers, doing a slow tongue ballet. His hands touched her skin. She sighed. It felt like heaven.
Her mind wanted her to think clearly, but her pussy was still calling the shots. She felt her nipples harden. Without looking, she reached down and grabbed his hella-dick. It was ready for duty. Again her mind wanted to race into thinking straight. She shifted gears and prepared to straddle Jarod to ride him just like the porno movies he craved, but he stopped her by putting his hand on her shoulder. He pressed her onto her back and rolled on top of her.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
His cell went off. He barely missed a beat. He kissed Tamiko’s neck and then her collarbone.