“We have Tuesday, July ninth, available.”
“That’s a month from now.”
“Yes, I know, but it is our only available date. Would you like to be scheduled or not?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll take it,” I answered excitedly. This was going to be more interesting than I imagined. July 9 was my thirtieth birthday.
“Cool. I need to get some further information from you, like where you would like the gentlemen to meet you. I’ll assume you want them to come to your place?”
“No, no, no! They can’t come here!” I yelled in a panic. Imagine that. Scott coming home with roses and a birthday cake, only to find me ass out with three men slapping skins.
Robin didn’t skip a beat. “What city and state are you in?”
“Chicago, Illinois.”
“Not a problem. We have various hotels that we work with throughout the country. We have several there in the Chicago area. I will e-mail you a list, and you can make the appropriate arrangements.”
“Hold up. Are you saying that I have to pay for the room?”
“If you want a room, you have to pay for it. The five thousand simply covers the sexual favors and travel expenses.”
“Fine,” I stated nastily. At least they weren’t trying to take me for plane tickets, meals, and all that shit.
“Wonderful. You will have an e-mail within the hour detailing our rules and regulations, a list of local hotels in your area, and payment instructions. All monies must be received at least seven days before your appointment.”
“Okay, whatever.”
“Thank you for your time, Chiquita.”
Just like that, Robin was gone.
July 9 was the strangest day of my life. Scott woke me up with his tongue. Now Scott had licked a lot of things in three years, but he had never licked my pussy. But there he was with his head buried between my legs, going to town on my coochie. I didn’t have a lot of experiences to compare that one to, but he seemed to be doing okay with it. He wasn’t making my thighs tremble or anything like that, but it was interesting.
“Happy Birthday, baby,” he whispered about ten minutes after I’d opened my eyes to his surprise. “Thirty years old. You’re about to be over the hill.”
“The hill you crossed over four years ago, huh?” I asked jokingly.
“Hey, that was a cheap shot.”
Scott tickled me until I was screaming for mercy.
“See, that’ll teach you not to make fun of a brother’s age,” he said after finally letting me go.
“You started it,” I childishly replied.
He reached over and retrieved a small black velvet bag from the drawer of the nightstand on his side of the bed.
“Seriously, happy thirtieth, Laura.” He handed me the bag. “This is something special for someone special.”
I took the bag and just stared at it. What on earth was he up to?
“Laura, open it already.” Scott laughed.
I undid the drawstring on the bag and pulled out a black velvet box. At that moment, I knew the thing I had most wanted and dreaded at the same time was about to happen. I tried to think quickly, but instead my mind went completely blank.
Scott took the box from my hand and snapped it open, revealing a two-carat diamond ring. It was stunning.
“So, will you?”
I was speechless. My eyes fluttered from the ring to his face and back again.
“Laura, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
I didn’t know what to say, so I said the first thing that made sense. “Can I have some time to think about it?”
The look of disappointment on Scott’s face was nothing short of depressing. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before he asked, “How much time do you need?”
“Just a day or two,” I replied hesitantly. “It’s just that I wasn’t expecting this.”
“But what do you have to think about, Laura? We’ve been together for three years.” He set the ring down on the comforter and gently took my hand. “Don’t I make you happy?”
“Yes, Scott, you make me happy,” I said halfheartedly. “I still just need a little bit of time. Cool?”
“Cool.”
Scott got up from the bed, and while he didn’t exhibit anger in his movements, I knew he was fired up inside. He had taken the ultimate step to commitment, and I had shot him down.
He got dressed, and as he was leaving, he asked, “Do you want to go out to dinner tonight to celebrate your birthday?”
“Umm, I can’t.” My lies were about to begin. “I promised my mother that I’d spend tonight with her. Like you said, this is a big day, and she really wanted to do something special for me.”
“Kind of like I tried to do this morning,” he said.
I ignored his comment. “In fact, we might be out kind of late, so I’ll probably just spend the night and head to work from there in the morning.”
“Laura, all I can say is, enjoy your birthday, and I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”
Scott walked out the bedroom, and a few seconds later I heard the front door slam.
Taking the day off from work was a given. My boss was not a happy camper about it, but that was his personal problem because I never, ever work for the man on the day of my creation. I spent the morning being pampered at a day spa. If I could put out five grand to get laid properly, I could splurge on a pedicure, manicure, hairstyle, and massage. By one o’clock, I was walking out of the spa on pillow-soft toes and looking fly as shit.
I lucked out and found a spot in front of my favorite lingerie store. I selected a hot pink satin bra and thong set, even though I didn’t anticipate having it on too long.
While I was standing in line to pay, I called my mother from my cell phone to do an intervention. If she happened to call Scott for any reason to discuss making plans for my birthday, my ass was toast. I told her that I would be spending a quiet, romantic evening with Scott. She was disappointed but felt better once I promised her that we would do lunch the following day.
By three, I was ready to check in at the luxurious downtown hotel that I had selected from the list Robin e-mailed to me. It was actually the most expensive, but anything worth doing was worth doing right. The men were not due until eight, and that was cool because the nervousness had set in. What the hell was I doing?
The room had one big-ass bed. I read the card placed on the pillow and couldn’t believe the prices of the bedding offered to guests that wished to purchase items in the gift shop. Eight hundred dollars for a down comforter? Only big ballers could roll like that. For one night, I was going to be a big baller. A big baller surrounded by big dicks.
Once I got settled into the room, I realized that I was about to starve, so I trotted down to the hotel restaurant. I was all about splurging that day, but the prices for their food were ridiculous. Thirty-two dollars for a steak, and then you had to pay for the potato and vegetables separately at five bucks a pop. I didn’t even think so. I took my ass right down the street to Hooters and threw down on some wings.
Men are hilarious. Every time I go into a Hooters by myself, they look at me like I’m crazy. Shit, good food is good food. Besides, women walking around in tight-ass tops and barely clothed bottoms is no different than a day at the beach. Scott and I had gone there once for lunch, and he was so embarrassed that he was ready to leave before the food arrived. I explained to him that a man looking at tits and ass flashed in his face was perfectly normal, and I would’ve been more concerned if he wasn’t looking at them.
I returned to the room with a full stomach and ran a warm bath with some vanilla sugar bath gel, my favorite. I had been tempted to get a cup of chili with my meal, but the last thing I needed was to be all gassed up when the Dick You Down Crew arrived. Normally I only shower in hotel rooms, but since this particular one was so pricey, I was hoping their cleaning was thorough and on point.
I drew the shades, dimmed the lights, and sank into the tub. I ha
d Jill Scott doing her thing on the CD player/radio beside the bed, and I took a little time to get myself ready for the action later that night. Masturbation has always been a major aspect of my sex life. Without it, I would’ve gone cuckoo years before. Besides, there’s nothing like pussy that has been simmering in juice for a while before a man hits it. It’s like comparing a marinated steak to one thrown on the grill straight out of the package.
I cupped my left breast and rubbed my nipple with my thumb while I fingered myself with my right hand. I lost myself in thought as I tried to decide what wish I would request of the Wishmaster that night. There were so many fantasies that I had never lived out. That in itself was a damn shame. Somehow, I would have to narrow it down to just one, and it was a toughie. So I ran the different scenarios through my mind as I masturbated, and finally there was one that made me climax like a clap of thunder. Yes, that was the one I would ask for.
I sprayed myself down with body oil after my bath and put on the lingerie, or “lingeree,” as they call it in the hood. Before I knew it, I had dozed off. A knock at the door stirred me back awake about an hour later.
“Oh, my gosh!” I exclaimed as I catapulted up off the bed. The reality finally hit, and I asked myself, “What the hell am I doing?”
Scott had proposed to me that morning, and I shot him down. He might not have been perfect, but he loved me. He’d even shown it by going downtown that morning for the first time. I knew that was a big hang-up of his, but he had done it anyway.
Then there was my mother. Why was she popping up in my head when I was about to fuck three men? Because I had lied to her for the first time in years, and I should’ve been spending my thirtieth birthday with her and my man. Instead, there I was in a ritzy hotel with three men on the other side of that door who had come to smoke my boots.
I inched my way to the door, took a deep breath, and flung it open, expecting to see the Dick You Down Crew. Instead I saw an old-ass man whose eyes were about to pop out his head. I immediately ran to the closet to get a white hotel robe to throw on.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked after covering up.
He grinned at me, and I could almost see the nasty thoughts running through his head. “Maintenance. Did you call about a blown out lightbulb?”
“No, no, I didn’t call.”
He started trying to smooth down his dirty coveralls and smooth back his even dirtier hair. “Maybe I should just come in and check you out. I mean, check it out.”
I glared at him with disdain and tried to shut the door. “I didn’t call about a bulb, so leave me alone before I call downstairs and report you.”
The expression on his face went from lust to fury as he pressed his hand against the door. “All that ain’t even necessary. I thought this was the right room. Can’t fault me that you answered the door half-naked.”
I tried to knock his hand off the door. “Just leave.”
“I will as soon as you tell me you ain’t calling downstairs. I need this here job. I got eight kids at home.”
I was dying to ask him what kind of woman would birth eight of his children, but refrained. I just wanted him to go away. He looked to his left toward the bank of elevators and sucked his teeth. “Damn, what have we got here? Is the Mr. Olympia Competition in town?”
I peeked around the corner and saw them: the three finest brothas I’d ever seen in my entire life, and they were headed my way.
I looked back at Mr. Nasty. “Look, I’m not going to report you, all right. Just leave and enjoy the rest of your day.”
The three men stopped right in front of my door, hovering over him because he was blocking their path.
The tallest of the three asked, “Chiquita?”
“Yes,” I quickly responded.
Mr. Nasty lifted his clipboard and perused it. “Chiquita? It says here that your name is—” I slapped my hand over his mouth, which he swatted away. “What on earth is wrong with you, girl?” He looked up at the three men and back at me. “Maybe I’m the one that should be reporting something to the front desk. An assumed name. Three men showing up at your door. Are you a hooker?”
“Hell, no, I’m not a hooker!” I yelled in anger. “Now leave before this gets ugly.”
One of the other men asked, “Is everything straight here?”
Mr. Nasty moved out of their way. “Everything is everything.”
I also moved to the side so they could all enter the room. “Look, I’m not sure which room needs a lightbulb, but it’s not this one. Thanks for your effort, though.”
I tried to be nice so he would drop the hooker theory, although he wasn’t far off base. I just didn’t happen to be the hooker. I was the john.
Mr. Nasty moved closer to me, and his foul breath almost did me in. “Listen, after you’re done with them, what can I get for fifty dollars?”
I smacked him in the face. “Get the fuck away from my door!”
He rubbed his face and took off down the hall, turning around just long enough to spew the word “bitch.”
After closing the door, it hit me that they were in the room. The Wishmaster, the Lickmaster, and the Dickmaster. I was alone with the Dick You Down Crew.
I froze and could barely breathe. One of them walked up behind me and started massaging my shoulders. It felt incredible. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Relax. Whatever drama just happened, whatever fears you have, whatever brings you pain, all of them are about to disappear, because the Wishmaster is here.”
“Damn, the Wishmaster,” I whispered before glancing up over my shoulder at him. He was the tallest one, and a tall drink of water he was. Deep chocolate with a bald head and a smile that could make women melt.
He swept me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed to lie me down. The other two, who were equally fine, were standing by the window. They didn’t have any luggage, just briefcases. They probably discreetly had rooms booked someplace else where they would relax after knocking me off.
After laying me on the bed, he started rubbing my feet. Thank goodness I had taken the time to get a pedicure—if my toes had been jacked up, I would have been ashamed.
“So, tell me, Chiquita…tell us what you would like to happen here tonight.”
“Um…I don’t really know,” I said. “What do you usually do?”
“Whatever is asked of us.” He glanced at his two friends. “Each of us has our own specialties. Of course, I make wishes come true, so what’s your wish?”
“I actually gave that a lot of thought before you got here.”
“And?”
“I want to know what it feels like to have someone in all three holes at one time.”
He grinned, and I could hear the other two chuckling. “That’s easy enough. The only question is, can you handle it?”
I was honest. “I don’t know but I’d like to try. I’ve never personally tried it, but I saw it once in a porno film.”
“And it turned you on?” he asked.
“Yeah, it did, but my boyfriend would never agree to something like that. In fact, he would probably kill me if I even suggested it.”
The Wishmaster lifted one of my feet to his lips and ran his tongue over the underside of my toes. “Well, he’s not here tonight, so he doesn’t matter.”
I started trembling for some reason, probably because of fear. This was really it, and while the thought of having all three holes hit at once was arousing, it was also downright scary.
The shortest of the three, a light-skinned brother with hazel eyes and wavy black hair, came over to the bed and stood over me. He reached down and palmed a breast in each hand. “You need to relax. The Lickmaster is going to loosen you up a bit. How about that?”
I didn’t respond. I just allowed him to lower my bra straps, exposing my nipples. He rubbed them between his fingers for a few seconds and then reached below my back to unsnap my bra. He took it completely off and then leaned over me to suckle on my nipples. I could see his dick, his huge d
ick, through the tan slacks he was wearing. It was leveled right above my head.
I knew that an opportunity such as this would never come my way again, so it was time to let go of all my inhibitions. While he continued to work his way back and forth from breast to breast, squeezing tightly the one he didn’t have in his mouth, I reached up and undid his belt buckle. I toyed with his zipper until I got it down and pulled his dick out. He teased me with it by lowering it just enough for me to taste it with the tip of my tongue and then lifting it back up out of range.
I have to admit that it made me laugh, because he was making me indulge in some strategic moves to get to the dick. Finally, I just grabbed it and started milking him like a leech. Apparently I must have been on the money, because he moaned and then ripped my panties off so he could bury his head in my pussy.
He climbed up on the bed with me, placing his knees beside my shoulders. That’s when I did something I’d never imagined doing. I actually licked the brotha’s ass. It was kind of tart, but you could tell that he was clean. Some of my friends have spoken about eating their men’s asses, but the thought had always appalled me. Not that night.
The Lickmaster matched me tit for tat by moving his head even farther down so he could eat my ass out, too. He had the thickest tongue in the world and knew how to work it. He definitely deserved his title.
Through my peripheral vision, I could see the other two getting completely undressed. I almost gagged on the dick that I had put back in my mouth when I saw the size of the one on the Dickmaster. This wasn’t a myth. His dick was really down to his knees. He was fine as shit, just like the other two. Caramel with a fade and dark bedroom eyes. His dick looked like two feet of smoked sausage. I couldn’t wait to dig in, but I was a bit leery about him sticking it up in me. I envisioned it going in my pussy and coming out my mouth.
I didn’t have to wonder long because he came over and tapped the Lickmaster on the ass. “Let me get in there, dog.”
The Lickmaster sat up and wiped his lips. “Girl, you’ve got it going on. Some sistahs don’t eat right, and let’s just say, their pussies are kind of rank, but yours is on the money.”