Hardhearted

by Sherrod Tunstall

  Feeling unending sharp pains, she reached for her medicine and injected it into her right butt cheek. The drug hadn’t kicked in yet, but she stumbled out of her bathroom, then sat on the bed and opened her drawer to get her other favorite, special “medicine.” It was her famous Colombian cocaine. It was the one thing that helped her methadone kick in a little faster and was the very best cocaine in all of South America.

  Madam Lourd knew King was against drugs and would flip the hell out if she found drugs on her escorts or her family. But to Madam Lourd, it was being used for medical reasons only. The last thing Madam Lourd knew she wasn’t and that was an addict. She snorted some cocaine, then tucked the rest away. After that, she lay down to take a thirty-minute power nap and wanted to prepare herself in case Midnight showed up. She may have been old, bald, and sick, but she was still a woman with needs. She started to get hyped while thinking about all the shit she was going to do to Midnight. The one thing she loved about that Colombian cocaine was, not only was it her healing method, but it also made her feel incredibly freaky. With a creamy buildup between her thighs, she was ready.

  Chapter 16

  Bed Talk

  Tyler stepped off the elevator on the floor to his suite without saying a word to Swag or Midnight. In the situation he was in now, it was every man for himself. He went inside his room and locked the door behind him. Then he looked around at his suite. It was the perfect player’s paradise. It was all dark blue and white, from the furniture to the floor. The suite had a more urban vibe to it that Tyler liked. It also had a minibar with an array of drinks behind it. He poured a shot of vodka straight up and tossed it back. After a while, the liquor started to take effect. He stood in the room, thinking about the last few weeks. He thought he was going to get $50,000 to change his life, but this whole ordeal had only become a nightmare from which he couldn’t wake. To him, if he hadn’t gotten caught and had received the $50K, he would’ve gotten his own apartment and barbershop. One day, he hoped to be a hairstylist to the stars.

  But now, Tyler felt like his dreams were all water under the bridge. He patted his stomach and noticed he was starting to get a tiny gut. It was hardly noticeable, but he was frustrated about everything.

  “Damn, King was right. I need to lay off the fudge for a while.”

  Then again, he was ready to eat whatever King’s chef had whipped up for him. He sat on the sofa and propped his feet up on the coffee table. His mind traveled to Travis. Tyler had a gut feeling something terrible was going to happen to his brother. He didn’t know for sure, but he always had a spiritual connection to his brother. Tyler loved his brother with all his heart, and he prayed he would see him soon. He wondered if Brad got out of Rio with his female friend, or if they were dead. So many thoughts flooded his mind, and at this point, it didn’t seem like there was much he could do.

  Still hungry, Tyler’s stomach started to ache. He rubbed his belly and wondered what was taking the chef so long with his food. Minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Tyler hopped up and asked who was there.

  “It’s Chef with your dinner!” a deep, loud male voice said.

  Tyler took a deep breath, tossed back more vodka, and then put the glass on the table. He opened the door . . . and it was the last person he wanted to see. Tyler rolled his eyes. Oh, hell naw. Not this clown.

  “Hey, boo-boo, here’s room service,” Santana said, smiling and posing with the tray in his hand.

  Tyler had a blank expression on his face. What in the hell? This fruity-ass dude, he thought. Santana thought Tyler was feeling him. After all, what man wouldn’t? Santana just loved turning out the straight guys. They were a challenge, and he enjoyed a good challenge. He had a 95 percent success rate turning dudes out, and he was only 18.

  “So, are you going to stand there or let me in?” Santana bit his lip and sucked on it seductively.

  Looking at this dude, Tyler wanted to punch the shit out of him for trying to make a pass at him. He came from a very religious family, and they always told him and his brother that homosexuals were bad people. Also, they were all going to rot in hell when Judgment Day came.

  The smell of food from the tray made Tyler’s stomach ache even more. He wasn’t about to send Santana away, so he stepped aside and let him come in.

  Santana walked in, swishing his butt, and entering the suite like a runway model. Tyler looked at him as Santana placed the tray on the coffee table, then sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.

  Tyler rolled his eyes and released a deep sigh.

  “Come on. Sit down ’fore your food gets cold,” Santana said, patting the empty spot next to him.

  Tyler rolled his eyes again and ignored Santana’s advances. It was all about the food, so he sat next to him and removed the lid on the tray. He was surprised by what he saw. It was a T-bone steak, baked potato, salad with a side of blue cheese dressing, and strawberry cheesecake for dessert—all Tyler’s favorites.

  Santana reached for a napkin and tried to put it around Tyler’s neck. In reality, he just wanted to feel his skin.

  Tyler jerked back so he wouldn’t touch him. “Damn, bruh, what’s up?”

  Santana giggled. “I’m just trying to be helpful. I didn’t want you to get steak juice on your chest. Damn, you work out?”

  “Yeah, I do, but . . .” Tyler thought about the words Santana said and was heated. “Nigga! If you don’t get your faggot ass out of my room . . . Thanks for bringing my plate, but you gotta bounce.”

  Santana laughed. “Look, man, I’m sorry about that. You straight boys are so touchy. Let’s start over. I’m Santana Costello.” He held out his hand.

  “Tyler,” he said dryly.

  They shook hands.

  “Tyler, what?”

  “Evans.”

  “Nice to meet you, Tyler Evans.”

  Still holding hand, Santana felt a spark.

  “Mmm, you got some soft hands. Almost soft like a lady’s. What kind of moisture do you use to wash or rub your sexy ass with?”

  Tyler snatched his hand away from Santana. He pointed at the door. “Out, dammit, now!”

  Santana laughed again. “Okay, I’ll leave. But if you need anything, and I do mean—” He paused and looked down at Tyler’s pants for a moment. He giggled like a naughty Catholic schoolgirl. Then he looked back at Tyler, “anything, just let me know.”

  This was a disgusting display to Tyler, and it was starting to piss him off. He got up from the sofa and tightened his fists.

  “What I need for you to do is go—go before I drop yo’ gay ass!”

  Santana pursed his lips. “Oh, so aggressive. That’s so turning me on.”

  Santana sashayed over to the door. Before walking out, he looked at Tyler and blew him a kiss. “Good night, boo.” He left and slammed the door behind him.

  Tyler shook his body. “Eww, fags, eww.” He tried to get his mind back on the food, but before he dove in, he looked down and noticed his dick was hard as a rock. He was tired, hungry, and horny . . . but for what?

  * * *

  Blood was in his suite or what he liked to refer to as his man cave. He was taking a shower, washing every inch of his body. He mainly washed his ten-inch penis and made sure his third leg was extra clean, along with his ass. He thought of all the freaky shit he was going to do to King. His nasty thoughts, along with the steamy water pounding on him, made his nipples and his manhood nicely firm. Blood wanted to jack off right in the shower, but he looked down and talked to his dick. “Down, boy. We gotta get ourselves ready for King, my love.”

  His jock went down slowly. He put the washcloth on his penis and washed it again. Damn, this feels so good. His nipples were still hard, and he started rubbing on them. After he was done entertaining himself, he got out of the shower and rubbed his body down with coconut oil. He then sprayed some Ralph Lauren cologne on his chest, wrapped the towel around his waist, and left the bathroom. While standing next to the bed, he put on red velvet silk boxers, which were
the ones King loved to see him in. He was almost ready for her, and his excitement was building.

  The last thing he did was put on Gucci flip-flops and a black and gold Versace robe that was a Christmas gift from King. He hoped that one day he’d be the rightful king for King, and he smiled at the thought of her making it official.

  Suddenly, he heard a knock at the living room door. He exited the bedroom and went into the living area. The knocking continued.

  “Hold on! Hold on!” He reached for the door and opened it.

  It was Mina and Blacknese looking as sexy as ever. Both women had their long, black hair in buns. Mina wore a short, black satin robe, and Blacknese wore a pink silk one.

  “Hey, big daddy,” they said, before letting their robes drop to the floor.

  Blood wanted to have sex with the ladies, but their timing was off. He was getting ready for King—and King only. He told the ladies they had to leave, and after they put up a fuss, they rolled their eyes, put their robes back on, and left. After they got on the elevator, Blood tightened his robe and knocked on King’s door.

  “King!” he shouted.

  “Come in!”

  Blood straightened his robe and opened the door. He walked into the classy living room area that had gold and silver décor.

  “Make yourself a drink and relax,” King said from her bedroom. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

  “Cool. Take your time.” Blood walked over to the minibar, where he saw King had his favorite drink ready for him. Two bottles of Imperial beer. He smiled, knowing King was not a big fan of beer at all.

  * * *

  While in her bedroom, King cursed herself. “Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!” She wasn’t in the mood to fuck Blood tonight. Her plan for the evening was to seduce Swag and make him forget about Josie. That idiot brother of hers totally messed up the evening. Thinking about Santana pissed her off. She loved her brother, but hated him, all at the same time. The past still haunted her. She shook off her thoughts and took a sip of Moët. She was sitting at her vanity mirror, looking at her flawless face. She put on very light makeup and tried to get hyped about sleeping with Blood. She looked back at her hidden cameras. She wished that Mina and Blacknese had tried harder to seduce him so that she could go to Swag. But her girls were slipping, and now she was stuck with pleasing Blood tonight. She took another sip of her drink, trying to wash out the idea. Shit, in her eyes, Blood was the help, bodyguard, and business partner. It wasn’t wise to mix business with pleasure, and she’d had a bad experience in the past that she didn’t want to repeat. Nonetheless, she felt like she owed Blood something.

  Blood picked up both beer bottles and went over to the sofa. He took a seat and finished off one beer. He belched loudly, and as he looked to his right, he saw King’s cigar box and pulled one out. After long drags, he felt kind of buzzed and didn’t notice that King came out of her bedroom and was standing there looking at him. She smiled while thinking of Swag. With a black lace robe on that left nothing to the imagination, she headed Blood’s way. He looked at her, almost choking on the smoke.

  “I’m glad I got your attention,” she said.

  Blood cleared his throat and hurried to get himself together. He wiped the drool off his mouth and sat up straight.

  “Damn, King,” he whispered.

  King knew she was what singer Prince used to sing about, “You sexy motherfucker.” But it took everything in her to go along with this.

  “So, are you ready to keep your promise?” Blood asked.

  King continued to envision Swag on the sofa. “Just as long as you break me off really good.”

  Blood grinned sinisterly, knowing tonight, he was in charge and ready to bring King into sexual ecstasy.

  “Take it off,” he ordered.

  This was the part King was waiting on all night. She started to take off her robe.

  “Stop!”

  She paused.

  “Slowly. We got all night. I’m not going anywhere.”

  King smiled. She loved the art of seduction that Blood was playing tonight. She slowly took off her headband and let her long hair fall. She then removed her robe and let it slide down to the floor. She stood there in nothing but a cherry thong.

  Blood continued to lick his lips and look at her breasts that looked edible. Her nipples were covered with red lipstick, and she started to rub herself.

  Blood waved for her to come his way. “Stop playing and come over to papi.”

  King strutted over to Blood in her heels. She sat on his lap with her titties all in his face. He loved every minute. He sucked on her breasts for dear life, not caring that red lipstick covered them. King dropped her headed back and started rubbing his bald head. She was in total bliss. One good thing King loved about Blood was that he could suck the hell out of some titties. She wondered if Swag possessed the same skill. Just thinking about how he was fucking Desiree on the ship got her wet between the legs.

  “Aaah,” she moaned.

  Blood untied his robe and looked at her. They stared at each other for a moment before indulging in a lustful kiss. During the intense kiss, Blood cuffed her breasts and massaged them.

  “Mmmm,” King grinded on his manhood, dry fucking him.

  Blood liked how she teased him, and he sucked on her neck as if he were Dracula. He stopped kissing her so that he wouldn’t come.

  “Stand up and turn around for papi.”

  King licked her tongue on the tip of his nose. “Sure.”

  She got off his lap and turned around. For that moment, Blood admired her smooth, thick ass. He smacked one cheek.

  “Oh, damn, Blood. Don’t forget the other one.” King turned and looked at him with bedroom eyes.

  “Is that what you want, mama?”

  “Yes, Zaddy.”

  Blood smacked her other cheek.

  “Ouch,” she joked.

  Blood saw wetness forming between her thighs. He licked his lips like a hungry lion.

  “Spread them legs and bend over.”

  King loved the dirty talk Blood was speaking. She smiled and obeyed.

  “Love them cakes, baby!”

  Blood smirked while admiring her ass. He wanted to sex her from behind right then and there, but he contained himself. He smacked both cheeks again, then dropped to his knees in front of her. He wanted to rip her thong off and dig right into her candy dish, but first, he inhaled her scent. He then stuck out his long tongue and licked all over her ass cheeks like they were two big scoops of ice cream. King was trying to keep still, but her legs trembled, and cream started to drip down them.

  Blood was hungry for a taste of her. His tongue went up and down her legs, licking every last drop of her juice.

  “Aah . . . yes. Drink, baby . . .”

  Hearing King’s approval excited him. He wanted to be inside of her, but he wasn’t done tasting her. He licked her pussy from behind, even though the thong was covering it up. He rubbed up and down her legs with his big hands and teased her with his fingers.

  “Yes,” King growled. Her legs were getting weak, but she was too turned on to care. She wanted him to take her now. “Yes!” She rubbed her titties.

  Blood stopped sucking on her and stood up. They shared another intense kiss, but King was a little disappointed that he hadn’t yet removed her thong. She roughly kissed his lips, neck, his tatted chest, and his nipples. He quivered over this feeling, almost screaming like a little bitch. “Aaah!”

  King loved how some men got weak when it came to their nipples. She loved power. She continued to kiss and suck on his nipples for a few moments before dropping to her knees. She looked up at him and smiled.

  “Take your robe off,” she demanded.

  Blood obeyed, and King kissed the lining of his dick in his boxers while toying with his butt.

  “Don’t be playing no games. Serve papi.”

  King needed some Blood sausage, so she covered his third leg with her entire mouth. Blood loved the warmness of her
mouth. She was almost sucking the skin off his penis.

  “Damn, girl, where you learn that from?” Blood almost lost his balance.

  She stopped sucking him off. Now, she was in the mood for some meatballs. She took his ball sack, kissing and sucking on them one at a time. She even tea-bagged them. One thing she loved about men, especially Blood, was his clean balls.

  “Damn . . .” Blood quivered and felt like he was about to pass out and come all at once. “Okay, okay . . . That’s good.” He patted her head. “Let’s go into your room.”

  King stood and led him to her bedroom that looked like nothing but pure royalty. Blood laid her gently on the high, king-sized bed that was covered with a gold comforter and numerous pillows. The Egyptian sheets soothed their skin, and the angel wings hanging above the bed were looking down on them. King spread her legs and toyed with her clit. She wanted some dick inside of her and needed an orgasm like a drug addict needed a hit. Blood examined her honeypot, which was still dripping through the thong. And to give him a quick taste of her, she placed her fingers in his mouth so he could taste her juices.

  “Mmm, good,” he said.

  “Are you going to lie here with your mouth open, or are you going to get some?”

  Blood ripped her thong off and dove in like a hungry dog. King held his head steady and closed her eyes. She was in la-la land, and so was Blood.

  “Damn, you taste so good, like raspberries and cream.” He knew it was lame, but King’s pussy was the best he’d tasted in a while.

  He was talking too much, so she pressed his head down to her pussy. “Eat!”

  He obeyed and put his fierce tongue in motion. King moaned and groaned loudly with so much excitement.

  “Yes!” She was so aroused that she came hard on Blood’s face. “Aaaah, baby, yes!”

  Blood loved to taste her and loved it when she came on his face. He knew he was doing his job. He knew right then and there her mind was off of Swag. He gazed up at her while tasting her. King closed her eyes as she rubbed her titties while playing with her nipples. Her actions caused his dick to harden. He was getting tired of all this foreplay. Now, he was ready to feel her. He positioned his manhood between her wet folds and drove right in.