Afterward, we both had a glass of wine while sitting on the couch. We were both exhausted. We talked a little and he confessed that he still desired for me to draw him in the nude. He also opened up about how lonely he had been. We agreed to see each other more often. That day was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. We are perfect for each other. We are exactly what we need in each other’s lives.
Club Head
Gemini Blaque
I love everything about clubbin’. From the moment I step out of my Infiniti QX56, sashaying through the parking lot on my six-inch stilettos, rocking my hips back and forth to the rhythm of the bass that rises from the asphalt as I make way toward the door to enter VIP; until the time I roll out a little tipsy, still holding my own, flipping niggas to the left as they make their pathetic last attempts to get at me, I feel like I’m in heaven. You know that song by Ludacris? Yeah, he wrote that about me, ’cause this chick right here is bad, and yes, I’m a little hood, and you better believe I do shit that any average chick wish she could; all the while doing it up champagne-style with my two besties.
When my girls and I walk up into the hot spot on any particular night, it’s like we’re on the red carpet. All eyes are on us. Tonight, we’re at Madame Montage’s downtown. My ex, Shay, is working security and tipped me off that some celebrities are supposed to saunter in a little later. She wouldn’t say who; she just said roll through. That place usually isn’t for me, but I said fuck it, called my girls, smoked some kush, and kicked back a double shot of Hennessy and let it ride.
Buzz Buzz “Tri-na calling, Tri-na calling,” the automated lady on my phone announces. Trina and Diamond pulled up just in time to hit the second blunt I had finished rolling. She must be driving her girlfriend’s Charger ’cause I can hear the rev of the engine as well as the bass all the way on the fourth floor of my apartment building. Sure enough, I spy the slick, black and red two-toned, chromed-out Dodge Charger on twenty-fours idling in my complex’s parking lot. I can also see the illuminating glow of the two screens in the headrest and one in the dash, looping porn in an endless eyeful of tits, ass, pussy, and straps.
I shake my head and lick my lips. Every time we ride in this car, I end up having some crazy-ass sexcapade. I guess it’s the addition of the neverending porn on top of my inebriated state that leads me to these crazy adventures, or it could be the type of women I attract when I ride in it. I really don’t know what it is, but whatever the case, tonight I’m ready for it.
My girls are looking on point, as usual. Trina is looking like some damn cayenne pepper in the driver’s seat and just as hot in them red booty shorts and tube top. I always like the way red looks against her high-yellow complexion, like it is vibrating against her skin. Diamond has on a sexy navy halter dress that contrasts beautifully against her flawless redbone complexion. Since her name is Diamond, she feels like she always has to have some bling on, so of course she’s rocking her white gold bangles with the infinity diamonds, two-carat diamond earrings, and her platinum anklet that rests right above her silver Manolo Blahniks.
This bitch must have went to Mr. Andre’s without me. Her strawberry blond sew-in is on point and she’s got a fresh manicure. It’s cool, I’m feeling too good right now to care. I’ll get in that ass tomorrow, though. Plus, I’m looking like an eagle myself, as fly as I am. I’m white hot tonight, literally. I swung by this little boutique downtown a couple of days ago and picked up a white strapless dress. I’ve been waiting to rock this mug since the moment I laid eyes on it and there was no better night than tonight. I feel like white lightning in this little number. Against my deep ebony skin, the dress looks like a star brightening up the night. Even though that trick went to Mr. Andre’s without me, my mani/pedi is still on point and my butters are whipped into a perfect jet-black bob. I must be high as hell already ’cause I look at all of us together and start to crack up. They look at me as if I’m crazy and all I can say is we look like the sexiest American flag I’ve ever seen in our red, white, and blue. Trina shakes her head and slams on the gas.
As we ride toward downtown, I catch a glimpse of the Magnificent Mile. As many times as I’ve seen it, the Chicago skyline still takes my breath away and I feel at home. I moved to Louisiana after high school to go to Grambling, where I majored in computer engineering. I had a really good internship at this computer company, but after a year, I chose to transfer back to Chicago. Even though I hate being cold, this is my home and I can’t see myself being away too long.
I sit back and listen to Diamond and Trina talk about stupid stuff and shake my head. I swear, for these two chicks to be college educated, they talk about the dumbest shit! Usually, I’d start banging on them hoes, but my mind is elsewhere tonight. I haven’t had sex in months, unless you count B.O.B. Yeah, it does the trick, but I can only turn myself on so much. Ever since Shay and I called it quits, trying to find some decent sex has been a hassle. Even though she can be irritating, Shay could lay it down something fierce in the bedroom.
As we pull up, the searchlights are beaming, the velvet ropes are up, and security is posted deep. I guess Shay wasn’t lying when she said it was going to be popping tonight. The crowd is super thick. We pull up to the front so Trina can give the car to the valet. I see Shay eyeing me as we walk up to the door. Any other night, this would irritate the hell out of me; tonight, it doesn’t even matter. From the looks of things, she’ll be busy all night and won’t have time to run up behind me. I have to smile, though; watching her posted up in front of the door in all black with her arms crossed and her biceps flexing I-too-damn-cute. Even though her arms are crossed, I can still see the strain of her breasts against her shirt. I don’t care whether you’re a stud, femme, andro, whatever, I’m a titty freak and love to see a beautiful pair. You better believe Shay had some luscious boobies! Her braids are fresh as well and flow down her back like waterfalls. I can see the edge of her black stallion tattoo peeking out under her sleeve, and I want to lick it clean off.
I peek down at the bunny tattoo on my ankle and smile ’cause we got our tats at the same time. Even though we’re broken up, we’ll always have a connection. See, we’re both in LGBT Greek-lettered organizations. Trina, Diamond, and I all are in KAΛ, which is by far the elite sisterhood for professional, feminine lesbians, and Shay is in AΛZ, which caters to aggressive lesbians. Anyway, I met Shay at her probate a couple of years back when the two orgs were the KAΛZ phamily. When I heard that they were probating, I figured I’d roll through and rep that pink, black, and pearl. We hit it off and after our first-year anniversary, we decided to go get our tats together as a gesture of our love for each other and for what had brought us together. So, even though the orgs and our relationship split, not to mention the fact that she works my last nerve, I’ll alwayz have love for Shay. Man, I got to get it together! This trip down Memory Lane has got my mind buggin’. I’m not about to slip up after all this time.
“I.D., please, and the cover is twenty bucks each,” Shay announces and smirks my way. Diamond and Trina roll their eyes and smack their lips as they walk past her. I follow suit and, right as I do, I feel her hands pull me back by my waist.
“Where you think you going, sexy?” she whispers in my ear.
My pussy starts twitching as soon as her lips brush against my ear. My smart mouth melts as soon as I realize she is strapped up and pressing it against my butt. All I can do is flash her a dirty look and snatch away. Before the door closes, I see her flashing them pearly whites and laughing. She realizes that I’m horny. Otherwise, I would’ve cussed her ass out. Damn, she smells good.
As we walk through the inside door, I can already hear one of my jams. It is wall-to-wall lesbos up in here. I feel like Charlie in the Chocolate Factory! It’s so many scrum-diddly-umptious choices, I don’t even know where to begin. So I go to the bar for a quick drink. My favorite bartender is behind the counter. As soon as she sees me, she grins and pours my signature drink: a Grey Goose Cosmo. I must say she is loo
king mighty fine tonight in her black lace bustier, shorts, and red heels. As I approach the counter, she tosses the bottle up in the air and catches it behind her back. She’s trying to impress me. Little does she know, she doesn’t have to do much; she caught my eye a while ago. I peeped that pretty brown skin and those big hazel green eyes a looong time ago, as well as them thick thighs and that phat ass. She thinks she’s cute, leaning on the bar top, pushing up her cleavage and batting her eyelashes. Hell, she is cute and tonight, I have no problem telling her so.
“Hey, how you doing, Ms. Lex?” she oozes over her juicy lips.
“I’m good, Ava. You looking sexy as ever tonight,” I quip as I devour her with my eyes.
She licks her lips and says, “Is that so? Well, maybe you should meet me upstairs a little later and I can show you how sexy I can get.” At that, she hands me my drink.
I take a twenty out of my wallet and slide it in between her boobs, smile, and walk away.
I don’t know how sexy she can get, but one thing I do know is that Ava can make one hell of a drink! Trina and Diamond are already in the middle of the dance floor, shaking their asses on some random chicks, so, of course, I have to go show them chicks how it’s really done. So I finish the rest of my drink and head on over.
As I dance, the beat totally takes over. The beat is banging against my body like a hard dick, and I rotate and gyrate my hips like I’m trying to bust a nut. As good as I’m feeling, I might just go ahead and bust one. After a few minutes, I open my eyes to discover that my girls are nowhere to be found. Fuck it, I gotta pee anyway.
As I walk upstairs to the bathroom, I spot Shay down the hall, talking to somebody I can’t see. I try and hurry up so she doesn’t see me. I don’t know why I feel like I have to avoid her; it ain’t like she’s some stranger. I just try and forget about it.
I’m finishing up and washing my hands when I hear someone come in. I must be tweaking ’cause I swear I heard a lock turn. I hear footsteps, but no one comes around the corner. As I rinse the silky, lavender-scented lather off my hands with warm water, I see a smooth, chestnut-colored hand extend toward me with a paper towel. I smile and take it as I look back into those hazel green eyes I’d admired earlier.
“Hello again, Ava. What you doing here? I’ve never seen you leave from behind the bar.”
I know damn well what she is doing up here. But I figure I’ll play along with this little game for a minute.
“Well . . .” She stretches the word like she’s figuring out if she wants to let it go. “You forgot your change. We have a special tonight, five-dollar Cosmos. So I thought I’d bring it to you personally,” she coos.
“I know how much it was. That’s all for you, baby girl. Since you’re my favorite bartender and all.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, you know that.”
“Well, there’s one more thing that I wanted.”
“Oh, yeah, and what’s that?”
“Your sexy ass.”
“Girl, stop playing!”
“I told you I wanted to show you how sexy I can get. You’re a free agent now, right?”
“You’ve been knowin’ that. Why you trying to act brand new?” I laugh.
She laughs, too, and tries to put me on Front Street. “Oh, I’m acting brand new? You’re the one straight out the cellophane, acting like you don’t be staring me down. I know you want me and hell, I’ve been wanting you.”
She steps in closer and lifts her leg up to the sink. I can feel the heat of her snatch radiate through the fabric on her shorts. Without warning, she slips her tongue in my mouth and pins me against the sink. I grab two handfuls of all that ass she’s got and pull her closer to me. Our tongues swirl back and forth in an ecstasy-filled dream. And at some point during this creamy bliss, she slips her fingers into my wetness.
“Security!!!” someone yells suddenly from the other side of the door while banging so hard it sounds like the door will split in two any second. “Open up!”
I quickly fix my clothes while Ava hurries to the nearest stall. This fool at the door is still pounding like they ain’t got a lick of sense. I unlock the door and pull it open, as if nothing is going on, and who do I see with a grin slicker than the Cheshire Cat?
“Shay, what the fuck?!? Why are you beating this door down like it owes you money!” I yell at her, pissed, yet a little relieved.
She saunters in like she realizes what’s up. “Where’s Ava?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know! Why you want to know, anyway?” I shoot back, a little irritated.
“ ’Cause Big Roc sent me looking for her. He wanna know why she’s not behind the bar. He needs her to do VIP.” She’s staring me down the entire time she is speaking.
“She’s not in my damn mouth, so why the fuck you staring down it so hard?” She realizes I’m being a bitch for a reason.
She steps in closer so that her lips brush the tip of my ear. She says, low and sultry, “Shit, from what I heard from the other side of that door, sounds like she was well past your mouth and deep up in that pussy.” Damn, was I that loud? “Let me watch,” she asks in something just above a whisper.
“What? You stupid. Go on and get out of here.”
She locks eyes with me, daring me to turn her down. Damn, she smells so good.
“Come on, let me at least watch. Shit, maybe I can even join in.”
As I break her stare and try to push past her, Ava walks out of the stall butt-ass naked, except for them red pumps. She struts her way over to the two of us, grabs my face, kisses me again, and then turns to Shay, licks her lips, and grabs her crotch. As she fondles Shay, she starts to talk, and though she is looking at Shay, I know she’s talking to me. “She can watch. Hell, she can even join in, but I want to be the only one to taste you.” And with that, she presses so hard against my body, I swear I can feel her pulse.
This girl ain’t wasting no time, and neither is Shay. I hear the snap of a rubber and I look over to see she’s already pulled her shirt over her head and behind her neck so only her arms are sticking through. She’s standing there, strap in hand, squirting a travel-size pack of lube on the tip of her dick. I swear, this muthafucka’ thinks she’s a nigga sometimes.
I’m so focused on the heavenly body in front of me that I don’t even care what Shay’s doing. I can feel the wetness soak through my panties and slide down my thighs. Ava is working my body over something tough. My dress gathers on my torso so that all my goodies are exposed. I lay back on the counter and Ava spreads my legs. She laps up the slickness on my thighs first and wetly makes her way to my center. Shay trots up behind Ava and slips her dick into her pussy faster than Quick Draw McGraw. Ava’s muffled moans echo deep in my pussy, vibrating my walls, sending me into pure carnal pleasure. I steady myself and tangle my fingers into Ava’s hair and shove her tongue deeper inside me. I tease my rock-hard nipples so that with each stroke of this girl’s tongue, a jolt of pleasure shoots through my body.
Our bodies are one fluid movement as each of Shay’s strokes blast through Ava and resonate through me. Out the corner of my eye, I see the sticky handprints I left on the mirror. Suddenly, Ava’s hands loosen from around my waist and her palms slap hard against the marble counter. Her whole lower half begins to rise. Her long legs tie around Shay’s waist and the red pumps twist into a perfect bow behind Shay’s back. Shay’s biceps flex and her whole body glistens as she goes into overdrive with Ava suspended in midair. Sweat gathers on her forehead and a little pool of sweat starts to form at her clavicle and dribbles down to her chest.
Seeing Ava’s ass jiggle with each stroke Shay throws at her is enough to push me over the edge. I guess Shay feels the same way ’cause she pops Ava’s ass over and over again until an apple red handprint lingers on Ava’s ass cheek. I can tell Shay is about to cum. She sucks her breath in through her teeth and low guttural moans escape her throat. She yanks off her strap, unlatches Ava’s grip, snatches her around, and pushes h
er down into her now exposed crotch. She turns slightly and slips her fingers into my slickness just the way I like it and, to send me over the edge, she uses her thumb to fondle my clit.
Ava’s tongue and my velvety smoothness make Shay cum hard and low. She pulls Ava up and kisses both our juices off her lips. Ava stands in front of me masturbating while Shay stands behind her, kissing her neck and still stroking me. I’m ready to explode as I watch Ava’s body flush and her face contort in sexual delight.
She leans over to my ear and whispers, “You ready to see how sexy I can really get?”
What the fuck, is she ’bout to bring out her bag now?
Ava lifts her leg up to the sink and I get an eagle’s eyeful of her dripping wet pinkness. She leans back and announces that she is cumming and, at that moment, a stream of hot liquid arcs into the air and lands on my thigh. Did this bitch just nut on me like a nigga!?! Did I just like it? I must have because, at the same time, I bust the biggest nut I’ve ever had in my life!
We gather ourselves and exchange glances across the room. Before I leave I slip my number into Ava’s pocket. I walk back to the dance floor, where Trina and Diamond spot me and immediately begin interrogating me.
“We’ve been looking all over for you! Where the fuck have you been?!”
I think back to what just happened and all I can say is, “Nuttin’,” and start busting up laughing.
Once again they look at me like I’ve lost my mind. I just brush them heifers off and head over to the dance floor.
Hard Times
Lynn Lake
He gunned the car, tearing down the back road, stirring up a trail of thick dust that hung heavy in the breathless air. The temperature was a hundred and ten degrees, and the flat, barren land all around offered not a bit of shade. Soon, the engine of the ’32 coupe gulped, and the car shuddered, steam billowing out from under the hood.