by Pynk
The main purple room had people mingling about with breasts and asses everywhere. The fuck flick for the evening was Desperate Blackwives 3. Milan saw Brian walking by, making sure everyone behaved.
And the black VIP room had groups of people sitting upon the leather sofas, mingling and laughing. One woman with a definite bubble butt looked like she was giving a focused lap dance to two guys at once. The looks on their faces said it would be an on and crackin, male-male-female all-nighter.
Milan saw Jed walking from the bar to where Lavender stood, in front of the VIP room. Milan took hold of the radio.
“Hey, Lavender. Can I talk to Jed for a minute please, honey?”
He joked, “It’s gonna cost you.”
“Oh no problem. You know I’m willing to pay whatever the cost.”
He looked up at her and grinned. “I’ll remember that. Hold on, baby.”
Jed also looked up toward her office window, taking the radio. “Hey.”
“Hey there. Listen, I need to know if you and Dakota wouldn’t mind running Erotic City until we get the Miami location off the ground. Only for a few months on and off. We’ll be back and forth.”
“Starting when?”
“Next month.”
“Sure, I can definitely help you out. I need to have something to do. This retirement thing is driving me crazy.”
“Good. Can we meet later on? Just go over what you’d charge, and some other things?”
“Sure. And what about Lavender here? What happens to security when you guys are gone?”
“Jarod’s coming back to do that.”
“The one who got fired?” Jed asked, sounding skeptical.
“That’s the one. I’ve decided to give him another shot.”
“Okay. You know best.”
“Let’s hope so.”
“Well, I’ll be up there later.”
“Good.”
Milan hung up as she saw Jed give the two-way back to Lavender and they walked off. She then spotted the same woman who was doing the lap dance before, now straddling a lounger, getting double penetration, filled by two erections, while the bystanders watched in ecstasy.
She spoke out loud. “Yeah. This is the place to cum alive all right. I’ve gotta remember that one just in case I write another episode. Or maybe I’ll write a book called Hollywood Swingers. The city of the stars, movies, women, and cars.”
Milan’s creative mind was on fire just as her phone rang again. She stepped back to her desk to catch it. “Hello.”
Click.
This time the display read Ramada Hart.
49
“Soft and Wet”
Sunday, August 3, 2008
5:12 a.m.
Saturday night had slipped into early Sunday morning.
Great Mama and Taj were at Lavender’s sleeping while he followed Milan to her house. Earlier, she’d sent him a sex text while they worked that read,
My erotica bed is lonely.
Though they had not engaged in 5:00 a.m. sex in a long time, it was time. The room was filled with the sultry red light from a stained-glass Tiffany lamp.
Milan blindfolded Lavender while he lay upon her black lacquer bed, erect. He waited patiently as he heard her fumbling around.
She made final adjustments to transform the bondage bed into a fetish play space.
She then lay down, grasped the shaft of his dick, and stroked it, stimulating the head with her giving mouth.
Without the visual, it drove him crazy and he surrendered to her every move. She ran her tongue around his base, around the shaft, and to the rim.
She moved her mouth down to his balls and licked him up and down like he had a vagina, still stroking.
He breathed extra heavily like he was desperate and began to give a loud rumble.
Milan stopped just in time so he could save it.
He was just about to cum.
His rumble stopped.
He lay back wondering.
She stood up upon the pillow-top mattress and adjusted her right leg through the hanging strap of the canopy and secured the Velcro cuff around her ankle.
He was quiet.
He and his dick were still waiting.
She grabbed the hoops to lie back upon the black leather fantasy swing, raising her left leg into the other strap.
“Fuck me like I really am your ho,” she demanded while restrained for his pleasure. “Take that damn blindfold off.”
He removed the black silk scarf and sat up, coming to a stance on the bed. He saw her suspended with her legs spread from wall to wall. His eyes grew. He knew just what to do.
As she lay back, hanging there, faceup, he grabbed onto the overhead suspension bars. The level of access was supreme. He positioned himself between her legs and right away inserted his teased dick into her vagina.
She jumped from the pressure of his entry. Her pussy had been waiting longer than usual.
He jerked upon the sensation of her heated wetness. Fucking her was like melted butter. The angle of her vagina was perfect.
He held on and gained leverage, thrusting his third leg deeper and deeper.
She was supine.
And he was taking full advantage, swinging her just so, giving new meaning the word swingers.
When he was in the middle of an upstroke, Milan asked, “Did you fuck Angel?”
“Yeah.” He’d answered immediately.
“Tell me about it.”
“She got on her knees and sucked my dick. She sucked it like she enjoyed sucking dick. She told me she gets her excitement from feeling a dick in her mouth.”
“And then what?”
“She sat on me. She has strong legs like a gymnast and she bent down on my dick. She told me to jack my dick off with her pussy.”
“And did you?”
“Yeah. But only after she asked me if you like your clit sucked.”
“And?”
“I told her yes.” Lavender’s penis stabbed Milan harder and harder.
“You did?”
“Yeah.”
Milan got wetter and wetter. “And then?”
“She asked me if your cum tasted sweet. I said yes.”
Milan revved up. “Uh-huh.”
“Then she asked if you’d like to suck my dick after she came all over it.”
“And you said?”
“I told her you’d like that. And that you’d like to kiss me after she came on my face. She raised up from my dick and brought herself to my mouth, smothering me with her pussy. Next thing I knew, she came in my mouth. I stuck my tongue inside and tasted her. From behind her, my cum shot up on its own and then dripped back down onto my dick. She moved down to lick my sperm off my skin.”
“Uh-uh, yes. Ummuh. Yes.” Milan seemed lost. Her eyes were closed.
“And before Angel came she yelled your name.”
“She did?”
“Yeah.” His eyes squinted like he was in pain and their rocking motion ceased.
“Uh, ahhh, da, damn, damnit, Lavender,” Milan screamed slowly as her orgasm unraveled.
But Lavender was fighting to hold back the volume from the intensity of his own first squirt of cum that shot one second before hers did. He had that pained look on his face and the veins in his neck and forehead protruded and his nostrils flared. He gritted his teeth and gave a quick, angry grunt.
Her eyes reopened while her intensity slowly subsided. “Don’t you play with me. Your bedroom talk is getting nastier and nastier.” She panted and laughed. “Get me down from here.”
Lavender gave a slow swallow and a long breath. He carefully pulled out and picked her up along her back and legs, pulling the ankle strap apart as she wiggled her feet free. He laid her down gently.
She watched him as he positioned himself to lie next to her while his hard-on gradually subsided. She said, “You know your ass is wrong. I know you really fucked that girl.”
He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Just
bringing a fantasy to bed with us. As usual.”
“Yeah right.” She cut her eyes and then closed them. “Good night.”
Milan was still asleep at 11:00 a.m. Lavender had been up to call and check on Taj. Lavender stepped back in the room and said softly, “I can’t believe Great Mama says that boy hasn’t snored one night since she’s been with him.”
Milan did not move a muscle. She was knocked the fuck out.
He crept back into bed and pulled the top sheet from her nudeness with an idea to serve her the sandman surprise like he used to.
And she now awoke to discover that the heat between her legs was being devoured by her man’s face, treating her to a morning tongue ride. “Good morning,” he said from down below.
At that moment, Milan’s home phone rang and went to voice mail after three rings. Both she and Lavender acted as though they were deaf.
She stirred and her eyes quickly took in the view of the top of his head, right at the level of her pleasantly awakened vagina. She whimpered. Needless to say the eroticism carried her away. It didn’t take long for her to show a creamy stream of appreciation. Her mind drifted. The forbidden fuck visual in her head was nasty and lustful. She thought back to the not-so-pretend fantasy that Lavender shared with her while his dick was probing her insides. Her breathing grew deeper. “Awww, baby. You’ve got my mind racing like crazy. This one is slow rolling and hard . . . fuck, oh damn, this is a good-ass nut here. Yes. Ahhhhhh.” Milan trembled and tightened her body and ripped a long one. Her hands choked the cotton sheet. She bit down on her bottom lip and then said softly, “Uhhmm, hook that shit up.”
“What?” he asked with a mixture of pride for his super pussy-eating skills and an air of trying to play things off.
Her lustful mind returned. “That shit with Angel. Hook it the hell up.”
He nodded with his nose an inch from her drenched pussy lips. “Okay.” He gave a final lick of her nectar before adjusting his body upward to lie next to his woman and secured the covers back over their bodies. They were both silent, enjoying their intense connection and the thought of what could be. Lavender halfway slipped back into reality and asked from behind her, “By the way, who was that calling anyway?”
Milan leaned forward to the nightstand and grabbed her cordless, eyeing the display. “It was a blocked number.” She began to think about it, replacing the phone and then lying back down next to Lavender. “I meant to tell you, Ramada called my office number the other day.”
He spoke up. “Why? For what? I mean what did she want?”
“She just hung up on me. Still playing tired-ass games. Even with a restraining order on her.”
He sighed intensely. “God only knows what that was about, or where she was calling from. I’ll call Attorney Wyatt in the morning.”
“She’s one person with whom trying a little tenderness does not work.” Her voice grew softer. “For now, let’s enjoy the rest of this. And by the way. Good morning to you as well, sandman,” she mumbled and moaned. She cuddled back to him.
It was like it had been before. Simply-a-fucking-mazing. And now, it could only get hotter.
50
“Purple Rain”
Saturday, August 16, 2008
9:40 p.m.
It was the long-awaited night at Erotic City. Floodlights glared from the street outside of the midtown club, shooting up into the warm summer sky, signaling the exact location of the big celebration in honor of the very first Erotic City: The Show episode.
There was a full buffet of everything from seafood to soul food. The club was decorated in purple from ceiling to floor, and folks strolled in wearing some shade of purple. Milan and Lavender wore formal evening wear. Hers was a sequined, low-cut, purple gown with slits up the left leg, and Lavender wore a black tux with a purple cummerbund and bow tie. They were out as a couple on Milan’s big night. Great Mama was at Lavender’s home watching Taj.
In the main room, seated at one table were Jed and Dakota, looking around the room, all smiles. Sitting next to them was Jarod, who was unescorted. He scrolled through his Smartphone after receiving a text from Nancy who now lived in Miami. Milan’s blonde-haired and blue-eyed, very female manager sat next to Jarod, also unescorted. Jarod turned off his phone and they shared a couple of Amaretto Sours on ice.
At Milan and Lavender’s table were Tamiko with her new man, Kellen. Jarod fought not to look at her, so he continued to chat with Milan’s manager. But Kel-len, who kept his arm around Tamiko, kept an eye on Jarod. Tamiko only focused straight ahead at her happy sister.
Milan stood from her seat and approached the small stage of the main room, looking up at the three levels of wall-to-wall people who had just ceased their generous applause upon her arrival to the microphone. Brian stood behind her a distance back, keeping an eye on the crowd.
She spoke as though she was accepting an award. “Thank you. Thank you very much.” Milan pointed upstairs toward the orgy room. “All of you getting your groove on anywhere in here, take a fuck break please, just for a minute.” People looked around and gave off some giggles. Milan saw her lingerie-wearing, churchgoing buddy Beverly in the front of the crowd and brightened her eyes toward her. She also saw the woman who showed up in court with Ramada the day of the hearing, the one who Lavender and Ramada had slept with the night they broke up. The woman gave Milan a wink and then an instant evil stare. Milan looked away at friendlier faces and continued.
“First of all, before I get started, I’d like to introduce the interim manager of Erotic City Atlanta, Mr. Jed Grant, and also Mr. Jarod Hamilton, who will temporarily run security for the club while Lavender and I work to expand Erotic City. Please give them a hand.”
Milan glanced at both Jed and Jarod. She smiled while onlookers put their hands together in acknowledgment. Jed and Jarod looked around at everyone, nodding and raising their hands.
“What we plan to do is open a club in Miami, where Lavender and I were born, and then one in Las Vegas. Who knows, maybe even in Los Angeles one day.”
The crowd began clapping in reply.
Milan held her head up high.
“I want to thank all of you for coming out tonight to support me as the creator of the series, and writer of the pilot episode of Erotic City. Also, I want to thank our regulars, Jed and Dakota, Dexter and Trudy, for supporting the club since the very beginning, as well as all of the other members and valued employees. And of course I want to thank the WET TV Network folks for seeing the vision behind exploring our misunderstood world of swinging.
“You know, the lifestyle isn’t for everybody. I understand that. But in my eyes, it’s good to know that we as women, in particular, seem to agree that we need a sexual alignment. Good girls are told to keep our legs together, and so we’re even afraid to look at our own vaginas. How can you spread your legs for someone else if you can’t spread them for yourself? For a black woman like me to open a successful sex club when sex is one of the most taboo subjects in society today, and have that club not only make money, but expand like we’re doing with Erotic City, is unheard of. The truth is that whether the subject is unspoken or not, swinging is happening, and it’s not going anywhere.
“During my initial conversations with WET TV, we talked about whether or not people would be curious enough to tune in and check out the show. The mystery of how and why swinging evolved from wife swapping to what it is today is a story in itself. The word swinging was actually created to elicit light and happy thoughts as opposed to the word swapping. Swinging is indeed more mainstream than ever before. And it’s my hope that the stigma of judging those who choose to have sex with other consenting, like-minded adults will ease.
“I am very aware of how sex with strangers is seen. I know how negatively lust is viewed in our society. But so are greed and wrath and envy. Yet for some reason, sex is so frowned upon, when it is really one of the greatest pleasures of life. Contrary to what some people think, this club is not a brothel, and swingin
g is not symptomatic of deviance. And while some encounters end badly, a large number of them work out well. Purely and simply, swinging can be fun if done responsibly. I wrote this first episode with that in mind. It’s not meant to convert you or turn you on. It’s only a glimpse into the lives of swingers.
“So get ready America. A third person is coming into your bedroom. You’ll meet her in a minute. So sit back and loosen your jockstraps and your G-strings, because tonight I present to you the groundbreaking WET TV cable television series called Erotic City.”
The crowd erupted in applause as she stepped aside and headed to the table to have a seat in between Lavender and Tamiko. Tamiko offered a lingering hug.
“I love you, sis.”
“I love you.”
The projection screen dropped from the rafters and the lights were dimmed.
As the opening credits rolled across the screen, the song “Erotic City” by Prince began to play and everyone in the club started singing the well-known lyrics.
On the screen, a sexy woman pulled into a reserved parking space in the sparkling evening air of midtown Atlanta. She stepped out of her ebony Maybach, wearing thigh-high stockings and spiked Manolos, a red satin bustier, and a matching miniskirt. She grabbed her designer bag, exited the car, and pressed the alarm with her long red fingernail. She strutted toward the tall double doors like a supermodel and stepped inside like she had the world at her feet, pleasantly nodding at the doorman and the bouncer along the way. And as she stepped past the double doors and headed up the many stairs toward her third-floor office, she spoke toward the camera.
“They say swinging is like watching a soap opera. So many people do it but so few will ever admit to it. I say it’s consenting adults having sexual encounters with others, ranging from flirting, kissing, full sex, or orgies, or all of the above. Aside from the occasional documentary or exposé on a small group of swingers, the lifestyle, as it’s called, had been conveniently ignored. The topic is rarely tackled, even on talk shows, in favor of spousal abuse or transsexualism. It seems as though those topics are easier to digest. Swinging is very hush-hush. You do it by night and lie about it by day. But not anymore. My name is Shelby Garnett and I am a swinger. I am also the proud owner of Erotic City, a sex club in Atlanta, Georgia. And I’m about to take you on what I hope to be an ongoing ride into the weekly lives of those who swing. Please join me as I take you to my sex-in-the-city club called Erotic City.”