I couldn’t even look at him.
As we entered the house, again, Roxie began to fuss, but even louder. “What the fuck happened, Benz?! Why was y’all shootin’?! What the fuck?!”
“Them niggas started shooting at us!”
I wanted to slap him as he sat on the couch next to Scoop. “Of course, they did! I told you he was trigger happy! This is why we shouldn’t have even did this shit today!”
Roxie added, “And now he know Star had something to do with it!”
Scoop looked at me nervously. “What he say?”
“That I set him up! But he hung up on me because they had to get that shit out the house before the ambulance and police got there.”
Scoop ran his fingers through his dreads. “Did we hit anybody?”
I answered with a sigh. “I heard Mac say that Tim wasn’t breathing.”
Scoop jumped to his feet and began to pace. “Shit!” Though Scoop was tall and lanky, his body looked short, hunched over, and fragile. He was just as scared as I was.
“Calm down, man,” Benz told him.
Again, I wanted to smack Benz. I sat on the arm of the love seat in complete awe of how calm he was. “Calm down?! Tim might be dead! We don’t kill people! I don’t wanna be a part of this shit!”
Benz argued, “They are not going to know who it was. We had on masks.”
“What about me?!”
“He don’t know your address. He don’t know shit about you. He don’t even know how to find you.”
I was so angry that I jumped up in defense. “The motherfuckin’ police know how to find me!”
“Look,” Scoop said as he walked towards me. “He might not be dead. No matter what, you didn’t do anything. You were in the house and you ran when you heard the shots. That nigga been selling dope for years and everybody know it. Anybody could have stuck him up. DeShawn is just pissed off right now. He gone blame any and everybody.”
I heard Scoop, but I was watching Benz. I was so mad at him. On a regular day, he looked hard and evil with his ever-present mean mug. He had the soul and mind of a thug, but aside from that mean-mug, he looked like a baby. He was barely 5’7” and had no facial hair. If his dark skin wasn’t so tatted and scarred up, I wouldn’t believe his act for a second.
“So how much did y’all get?”
I anxiously waited for them to answer Roxie’s question. They never made it in the house, so the most Benz and Scoop could have taken were the drugs. I hoped that they didn’t take anything that would affect DeShawn in a major way. However, no matter how little drugs or money they took from DeShawn, it wouldn’t matter if Tim died since he was DeShawn’s everything.
“Maaaan,” Scoop seemed to whine. “We didn’t get shit before them niggas started shooting.”
“WHAT?!” Roxie seemed to be more angry at the lack of a come up than the fact that she and I, more so I, might end up being accessories to murder.
Six
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
STAR
Tim suffered three gunshots wounds: one to the arm, the abdomen, and the front of the head.
I was so anxious about the robbery and Tim getting shot that I didn’t go to school on Monday. I watched the news all day. Of course, the robbery made the news. That’s how I found out about Tim’s status. He was on life support, but by Tuesday night, his mother pulled the plug because he was in a vegetative state.
Over the past few days, I called DeShawn every couple of hours, trying to be the concerned girlfriend and not the bitch that set him up. He wouldn’t answer my calls or text messages, but the positive side to that was that he hadn’t answered my calls or text messages with threats that he still thought that I set him up.
Ever since Sunday night, Benz insisted that we stay low-key. He hadn’t been taking any phone calls for escort services or credit card orders. Hell, he barely even communicated with me. Luckily, this brief moment of silence forced me to focus on what the hell I was doing. The escorting, scams, and robberies aren’t how I was raised, and it wasn’t how I ever guessed that I would turn out. It definitely wasn’t how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. However, with this murder hanging over my head, I had to continue turning tricks so that I could quickly move out of my mother’s house. In case DeShawn ever got out of this funk and still thought that I set him up, I had to make sure that my mother was out of harm’s way.
I planned to move so far away that DeShawn would never find me in case that did actually happen.
I figured that with one more trick, I could move out and take care of Jordan until I was able to find a job. Since Benz hadn’t been answering his phone, Stan called my cell that morning. We had each other’s numbers from calling one another during our appointments while he was on a run to most likely get me food or liquor. His wife was out of town, so he had time to spend with me.
I gladly took the appointment and made him swear to never tell Benz.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I was lying on Stan’s chest as we lay in a king sized bed in a suite at our usual hotel.
I answered him quietly. My heart was so heavy with worry, but sex with Stan had actually quieted my thoughts, relaxed me, and made me sleepy, when I hadn’t gotten sleep in days because of my racing mind. “What makes you think that something is wrong?”
“You’re quiet today. You look sad.”
“I’m just overwhelmed.”
“With what?”
I chuckled sarcastically. “You did not pay me over a thousand dollars to hear me bitch about my problems.”
Stan tsked as if I was silly to have even said that. “C’mon now. I know that I pay you, but we’ve done this for months. I like you as a person now. You’re not just some pussy that I pay for. I know we’re not friends, but you can talk to me.”
As he spoke, Stan played with my extensions and rubbed my neck. The genuine affection was so soothing to me and calmed my nerves even more. I closed my eyes and imagined that, for once, I was normal, my life was normal, that Stan was my husband, and, instead of a hotel, we were lying in our bed at our home that we made together.
Then, his cell phone rang, bringing me out of my fantasy of a normal life.
With a regretful tone, Stan let me go and reached towards the nightstand for his phone.
I recognized the ring tone, so knew that it was his wife calling.
Suddenly, I was back to feeling depressed, anxious, and so ready to change my life.
LYRIC
After an hour drive on a small and ragged shuttle bus with no air conditioning, we were pulling up in the front of Indulgence Resort in Negril, Jamaica.
I was so happy to be there.
For the occasion, James and I changed at the airport in Fort Lauderdale during a layover. Back in Chicago, it was only about fifty degrees. As I stepped off the bus, I could feel that it was at least ninety degrees in Negril. However, with the ocean merely a few feet away from us, there was a cool breeze that gave a sense of perfection to the temperature.
In my shorts, sandals, and tube top, I felt so good and finally on a real vacation. James was in his usual: a white tee and jeans. I told him how hot it would be here, but he refused to wear sandals and opted to sweat it out in his Havana Joes, Dsquared2’s, and Air Force Ones.
As the driver unloaded our bags, we retrieved them, entered the resort, and stood in the line to check in. With about twenty people on a shuttle bus that was coming every hour, the lines were long. Phoenix told me that Black Swingers Club blocks about 100 rooms that always sell out. In addition, since the Black Swingers Fest has become so popular, many other lifestyle groups travel to Indulgence Resort during the Black Swingers Fest to join in on the festivities.
To my left, I saw a few tables set up. I immediately noticed the Black Swingers Club banners and Phoenix.
“Baby, I am going to go say hi to Phoenix. Be right back.”
As I walked away, I heard James tell me, “Tell her I said it’s time to get this party
started.”
I giggled uncontrollably.
I loved when James and I were in sync sexually, when we had the same freaky desires and devilish grins on our faces.
As I attempted to mask my devious and sexual grin, Phoenix noticed me approaching the table and squealed in delight. “Nickyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
She looked adorable in her black bikini with white polka dots. Her big triple D’s were bulging out and her long legs were moisturized to perfection.
In addition to her delectableness, she was wearing the same devilish grin that I was.
In front of her was a table full of goodie bags for all of the BSC guests. From what I could see, there was a water bottle with BSC’s logo, candles, oils, and lubricants inside.
“Hey, hun,” I greeted her as I kissed her on the cheek.
As we embraced, Phoenix ran her fingers through my hair. “Ooo wee, girl! I like all this hair.” Yesterday, I got a sew-in with eighteen inches of Malaysian hair that was dyed mahogany to match my hair.
“Thank yooou,” I sang as I grinned and whipped my hair.
“C’mon. Let’s go get a drink. I need a break anyway.” Phoenix told one of the ladies sitting with her at the table that she would be right back. “Girl, we have been checking people in all day! I am so tired!”
As we walked away with our arms intertwined, I asked, “Who is here that I would know?”
Phoenix then named about ten or twelve BSC members, some couples and some singles, that I knew from Chicago. “There are about fifty more people from Chicago expected to arrive between today and tomorrow, and so many other people from different areas.” Then, as if a bulb lit in her head, she announced, “Girl, I just met MsPrettyKat69!”
Instantly my sexy grin got wider and my mouth got wet with anticipation. MsPrettyKat69 aka Melanie lived in Las Vegas and was a member of BSC. She was single and so very bisexual. I had been flirting with her heavily. We got to know one another online first and then exchanged numbers. We hadn’t met face to face, but I had been anxiously anticipating meeting her here.
She was on my “to do” list.
“To do” Melanie didn’t take long at all.
Thankfully, I had done a lot of courting with her over the Internet and phone during the past few months. She had also talked with James a few times, and chatted with us on SeeMe, a video chatting website. So, she knew exactly what we wanted, wanted the same, and was good and ready "to get done.”
After dinner and drinks in the dining area, James and I headed over to the nude side of the resort to see what was going on and relax in the Jacuzzi tub. Thankfully, as we walked a path hand in hand, we bumped into Melanie who was on her way to the nude side to do the same.
It was so cute the way James and I both checked her out discreetly and then looked at one another with approving grins on our faces.
Melanie was so sexy to us. She was so our type. James and I were very superficial and had no problem admitting it. We loved pretty women with long, gorgeous hair (real or fake) and an abundance of assets. We loved breasts and ass, which is so cliché considering I only have a handful of ass my damn self.
Melanie was the woman of my dreams. She was shaped perfectly with 34DD perky breasts and damn near fifty inches of hips and ass, mostly ass. She had the type of booty that surprises you. From the front, she has minimal hips, so you would never think that big ol’ ass is back there until she turns around and wows you. Though her waist was small, compared to the rest of her measurements, she had a bit of a pudgy stomach, giving her a more realistic shape.
She was very dark-skinned, almost appearing to be Nigerian or Haitian. She was a very feminine girl with a long weave, always cute shoes and purses, makeup when needed, lips glossy and suckable, and gorgeous accessories.
As we walked down the path and made random conversation, Melanie gently squeezed in between me and James and held both of our hands.
It turned me on how readily submissive she was.
We were only on the nude side for a quick twenty minutes before all three of our hormones started raging.
And who could blame us? The nude side of the resort was like a remote control that instantly turned a person on.
You have to be naked to enter the nude side. Literally, security appears from nowhere and makes you disrobe if you aren’t nude already. However, since it was now nightfall and many security guards were gone, James was able to get away with keeping on his swim trunks. He is such a manly man, so he prefers to be far away from any man with his dick out and swinging. Therefore, he sat off to the side on a beach chair. Melanie and I removed our bikini tops and shared a beach chair beside him. It was nearly eighty degrees at night, so the Jacuzzi tub didn’t seem like much of a good idea anymore.
“Damn,” Melanie replied with a giggle as a random guy walked by us.
I, too, noticed his fat and long dick as he walked by, but I simply kept a mental note out of respect for James.
Continuing to giggle in delight and shaking her head shamefully, Melanie replied, “Damn, I am going to have so much fun here.”
In a deep sultry tone, James told her, “You make sure I have fun with you first.”
“Oh, you are already taken care of, babe,” she told him with a flirtatious grin. Then she looked at me and leaned in closer towards me.
When she kissed me softly, I was surprised at her aggression, but I loved it.
Then she asked me, “Is he going to take good care of me?”
I looked at her as if she was telling a joke. I glanced at James who sat quietly, allowing me to speak for him.
To answer, I took her hand and placed it on James’ dick, which was only semi-erect, but still made an impression.
Though Melanie has seen pictures of what James was working with, woman-to-woman, I knew that it is always better to see it in person to confirm its potential.
Once her hand was on it, she began to hold, caress, and massage it. The longer she touched it, the harder his dick got.
I know women who are not in the lifestyle wouldn’t understand this, but watching Melanie arouse my man made my pussy wet. It excited me. While most women couldn’t imagine seeing another woman touch her man, I encouraged and enjoyed it.
Melanie was in her own delighted world. She was touching and massaging James’ dick. She was damn near in his lap and so close to his dick that I thought she was about to put it in her mouth right then and there.
I mouthed to James discreetly, “You ready?”
As he bit his lip, seemingly attempting to keep it cool, he simply nodded his head in agreement.
As soon as we entered Melanie’s room, James excused himself to the bathroom.
I could hear him peeing as Melanie and I sat on her bed. She turned on the television. It was on the porn channel, but we didn’t need to watch it to help us get in the mood. We were already hot and ready.
Immediately, she began to touch my breasts and tug at my bikini bottoms. With one pull of the string, my bottoms fell off. She and I climbed further into the bed. Before I could rest my head on the pillow, my breast was in her mouth.
She was so ready, and I was excited that she was willing to submit and service me and my man. The thought of him being able to watch Melanie and I play drove me crazy.
The anticipation of him fucking the shit out of her made my pussy even wetter.
However, at this moment, I could only focus on her finally pleasing me, because before James could wash his hands, Melanie was eating my pussy.
The room was gently lit by the television, so the light that entered the room as James exited the bathroom seemed to blind us. Quickly, he turned the light off and did his usual: sat in a nearby chair and just watched. He loved to watch me play with women. I know that it’s not me in particular that made it so enjoyable for him. It was the vision of two women fucking each other that he loves to sit back and enjoy, especially when it’s right in front of his face. He sat with a drink in one hand and his free hand on his dick, watching us
with the most charming smirk on his face.
Of course, since he was watching, I had to give my baby a show. I grabbed Melanie’s hair gently and rode her face slowly. The aggression seemed to turn her on. She moaned and purred into my pussy. She didn’t fight me fucking her face, and that excited James. Soon he was sitting his drink on the floor and walking towards the bed.
As he retrieved a condom from his pocket, I got so excited at the anticipation of him fucking Melanie. I wanted my baby, but I had him all the time, so I also couldn’t wait for him to give Melanie the business.
After playing with her pussy, James penetrated her from the back. Melanie let out a surprised squeal, “Oh, shit!”
She was stunned by James’ size. Though she saw his dick plenty of times, from experience, I knew that the actual penetration was like nothing a woman could imagine or prepare for. She tried to play it off by giggling, but her face looked as if she wondered what she had gotten herself into. “Gawd damn.” She even quickly looked back at him curiously.
As James moved in long and slow strokes, Melanie’s moans became more stunned and animated. She attempted to eat my pussy through the difficulty of taking the dick, but she couldn’t. In my pussy she would moan, “Oh my gawd!” and “Shit!” over and over again.
James found his rhythm. He held on to her waist and went to town on that pussy. Melanie’s big booty smacked against James and made that deep wet smacking sound that only good fucking makes.
Melanie began to sing “Aaaaah!” in sweet, yet startled, pleasure. She was forcing herself to take all of James and, from my experience with him, I knew that it was hurting so damn good.
I sat up to switch positions in order to help her out. I lay under her to position her pussy in my face and held her ass open.
French kissing her clit softly helped her take the dick like a big girl.
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