Flirt (16 page)

“Being that we’re on the clock, what say we get this party started.” George slipped out of his jacket and began undoing his trousers.

“Hold on, you said you were only here to watch—we never discussed a threesome.” I placed my glass on the table and stood up.

“Relax,” he said, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his trousers. He hadn’t been wearing any underpants beneath, so his balls hung freely. Even though he was still limp, I could tell
that George was relatively well hung. “I’m just getting comfortable for the show.”

“Everything will be fine, darling, trust us.” Melanie ran her hand up my leg and cupped my ass. “My, but you’re a well-built one.”
One what?
I wanted to ask her, but instead I just let her continue to grope me.

George had settled into an armchair with his drink and began to diddle himself. “Take your clothes off,” he tried to order, but it came out like a gruff plea.

I turned my back to George and faced Melanie, while I pulled my shirt over my head. Seeing me standing there in just my yellow bra seemed to excite her. Next, I slid my sweats down around my ankles. Instead of stepping out of them, I bent over to pull them over my sneakers, giving George a clear view of my ass in the purple thong. The set didn’t match, but I don’t think either one of them noticed.

Melanie took another heavy snort before standing and giving me her back. “Unzip me,” she breathed, and I complied. She turned slowly and let me admire her surgically enhanced breasts. Though they looked real enough, I knew they had to be purchased because they stood higher than mine. I reached out and touched them to find them firm yet soft. Melanie moaned as I let my thumbs flick her erect nipples. While I teased her nipples with one hand, I undid my bra strap with the other, letting it fall to the floor. Melanie gasped at the site of my tender breasts. With trembling hands, she reached out and touched one, and from the look on her face, I knew she was coming.

“Can I taste you?” she whispered. I didn’t bother to answer; I just pressed her face to my breasts and let her devour them. Melanie suckled my breasts like a starved child while George moaned behind us. I looked over to see him stroking his cock, with his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched the show.

Melanie maneuvered me to sit on the couch while she knelt in front of me. She pulled my thong to the side and tasted my pussy. I’d had my pussy eaten by both women and men, but none of them measured up to Melanie. She worked me to a lather before dipping her tongue in and out of my asshole. All I could do was bite my bottom lip and curse as Melanie did her thing.

She flipped me on my stomach and started licking my ass from behind while I gripped the back of the couch. I felt an extra set of hands rubbing my ass cheeks and looked back to see that George had joined the party. He had mounted Melanie from behind and was hitting her with short, deep strokes. The force of his pumping forced Melanie’s tongue deeper into me, escalating my pleasure. It wasn’t until George reached around and tried to fondle my clit that I put the brakes on.

“George, we’ve already been over this. You paid for me to play with your wife, if you wanna join in, then that’s gonna be extra.” I hadn’t intended on a threesome, but my pussy was jumping for some action. Melanie was handling her business, but I needed a stiff cock.

“Tell me how much and it’s done. I just need to taste that sweet black meat,” he whimpered. “Please, just a little.”

I pushed Melanie off me and flipped over on my back. I raised my legs high in the air and looped my arms around them
to keep them there. George looked like he was going to break out in a crying fit at the sight of my soaking pussy. “It’ll be another two grand if you wanna play with this pretty kitty.”

“Done!” he declared before almost shoving Melanie out of the way to get to me. In his lustful rush, George tried to slip it in me raw, but I wasn’t having that.

“No glove, no love, daddy.”

“Sure, sure.” George darted into the bathroom and came out holding a box of off-brand condoms. I didn’t really trust those kinds of condoms, but after making him strap on two of them, I let him in. When George felt how warm my shot was, tears rolled down his face like the river Nile. He cried, cursed, pledged his love of sweet black pussy, and some other shit I won’t get into, on his way to sweet glory, while Melanie continued to lick my ass and clit. I could tell he was about to come, because his face turned beet-red, and Melanie must’ve known it too, because she took him out of me and snatched the condom off. Speaking in tongues, George came in Melanie’s mouth and on her face. She swallowed what she was able to catch and rubbed the rest into her face like moisturizer.

“That was fucking incredible,” George panted, still on his hands and knees.

“God, my legs won’t stop shaking.” Melanie fingered herself. “We’ve got to do this again!”

I slipped my sweats and T-shirt back on, stuffing my panties and bra into my pockets. “Thanks for the compliment, but I think I’ll pass. I will take the rest of my bread, though,” I held my hand out to George.

“Of course, of course.” he scrambled to his feet. George went back to the safe and handed me $2,500. “The extra five is for being such a great fuck,” he explained. “Here”—he handed me a laminated business card—“if you change your mind, give us a call.”

I tucked the card into my pocket, still not sure if I would ever use it or not. “Thanks, I just might do that.” I left George and Melanie in the suite to their own freakish devices while I went back to my room to take another shower and get ready for Tashee to come and get me. I had made $5,500 to put with what I had left of Slim’s for under an hour’s work. If all went as I’d planned, within a week or two, I’d be able to leave this bullshit alone and try to piece my life back together.

I
t was only eleven o’clock, and I was already pissed off. Two of the girls were no-shows, the toilet in the men’s room had overflowed, and I hadn’t seen Jackie since he left the house.

“Why the long face, Ms. G?” Randy walked over to where I was standing. He was dressed in a transparent yellow tank top with a pair of purple leather pants. His skin was darker than mine, but he’d highlighted it with some kind of glittery cold cream. Randy was just as gay as the day was long, but he was my brother, and I loved him regardless.

“I’m cool.” I kissed him on the cheek. “What’s good with you? You’re working that outfit, Ms. Thing.”

“Yeah, somebody has gotta show these low-class hoes how a real bitch does it.” He executed a model strut.

“Boy, what’re you doing over here bullshitting with me? You know them drinks ain’t gonna serve themselves.” I nodded at the bar, which was damn near empty except for a few drunks trying to holla at the young girl who was doing Randy’s job.

“Please.” He clicked his tongue. “Ain’t no real money roll up in here yet, and the few muthafuckas that are here are in the back doing the nasty with these skank-ass bitches Jackie got shaking tail in this joint. Speaking of Jackie, where is the mister?”

I shrugged. “Don’t start me to lying.”

“Being that this is the grand opening, I thought y’all would’ve rolled together in the limo.”

“Limo?” I asked, not knowing what the hell Randy was talking about.

“Yeah, the way I hear it, Jackie rented a white stretch limo for the event. You didn’t know?”

“Does it look like I knew?” I glared at him. I wasn’t mad at Randy, but Jackie wasn’t there for me to take my aggression out on.

“Damn, don’t shoot the messenger, Gina. I’m only telling you what I heard.” He snaked his neck.

“I’m sorry, Randy. I’m just under a lot of stress right now,” I told him while smoothing the sides of my wig down. It made me feel like I was wearing a furry-ass hat, but it was the best I could do at the last minute.

“So I see.” He cupped my face and turned my head from one side to the other. “I love the new shade of foundation you’re using.” He ran his finger over the bruise on my cheek, which apparently the makeup hadn’t done a good enough job of hiding.

I slapped his hand away. “Don’t get cute, Randy.”

“Honey, ain’t nothing cute about getting your ass whipped by somebody who ain’t ya mama or ya daddy.”

“It’s nothing—Jackie and I just had a little misunderstanding, that’s all.

“Umm-hmm.” He clicked his tongue. I hated when he did that. “Gina, how long has he been beating you,
this time
?”

“He’s not beating me; I told you we just had a misunderstanding.”

“Well, then, that makes two of us, because I’m trying to understand how a girl as smart as you can be so fucking stupid. Gina, ain’t no good gonna come of this. Either Jackie is gonna kill you, you’re gonna kill Jackie, or I’m gonna kill his ass for you, but all the outcomes are bad ones.”

“I’m good, Randy—it’s only a bruise,” I told him.

“This time, but what about the next?” he questioned. “Gina”—he took my hands—“do you remember Terry and Steve?”

“Yeah, the nice couple you used to hang around with. Whatever happened to them?”

“Terry was killed a few weeks ago, and Steve is on trial for the murder.” This shocked me. “I had this same conversation with Terry, and he, too, was reluctant to see the writing on the wall, until his brains became the ink. You can play it off all you
want, but it’s never a small thing when the person you love is kicking your ass. I begged Terry to leave Steve—” His voice dropped an octave. “—but much like you, he had to stand by his man. Terry had convinced himself that his love would change Steve, but he found out different when Steve beat him to death in a jealous rage.” A tear rolled down Randy’s cheek and hung on his lip. “I swear, when I saw Terry in that casket with his face all made up, I thought of you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, Randy, but it’s not the same thing,” I said sincerely.

“Other than you being a female and Terry having been a male, what’s so different about it, Gina?” He put his hands on his hips. “Big sis, since Mommy died last winter, we’re all we have left. My heart couldn’t take it if you left me. If Jackie was to one day kill you, as sure as my asshole points to the ground, I’d be spending my last days in somebody’s penitentiary because he’d be going to sleep shortly after you did. Don’t do that to us, baby, or to him.”

I knew without looking into his tearful eyes that Randy was dead serious. He was a homosexual, but still a man, a man who loved his big sister and was willing to give his own life to protect her.

“Randy, it’s gonna be okay, I promise.” I kissed him on the cheek.

“If you say so, then I’ll take your word for it, but if anything happens, you know I’m just a phone call away.” He tapped the hot pink Razr clipped to his side. “All you gotta do is give me the nod, and I’ll cut his dick off and stick it on a barbecue spit.”
He waved his hands like he was cutting something. This got me to laugh, something that I hadn’t done all day.

“I know, baby brother, and thanks.” The front door opened as more girls came in. I was in the process of pointing them to the dressing room when a voice that I hadn’t heard in years called out to me.

B
itch, I don’t know why you always gotta take forever and a day when it comes to something I wanna do,” Tashee was saying for at least the fourth or fifth time that night.

“Tashee, you didn’t get to my hotel until ten to eleven!” I reminded her.

“Yeah, but what if I had been there on time, and we needed to bust a move for some high stakes? Time is money, baby.” This coming from a girl who had been a week and a half late for her own birth. She couldn’t have been serious.

“Tashee, your ass is fried. This shit tonight ain’t gonna be much more than another day at the office.”

Tashee cut her eyes at me. “Umm-hmm.” She leaned over and sniffed me.

“Bitch, what the fuck is you doing?” I swatted her away.

“Princess, I know you, and it couldn’t have been anything but money or dick to keep you this long, so which one was it?”

I cut my eyes back at her. “Both,” I blurted out, suppressing my giggle. I went on to give Tashee the short version of George and Melanie while she drove up to Harlem. Of course, her hating ass added her two cents about how I could’ve capitalized on the situation by robbing the couple, but that was where the difference between her and me became apparent. Tashee was a greedy bitch, and I wasn’t.

For the rest of the ride we drank Cook’s, smoked haze, and shot the shit. When we got off the West Side Highway and touched Harlem, I immediately tensed. I knew Slim was out there somewhere, looking for a chunk of my ass, but I couldn’t let my worry make me slip. I was about to go into a den of drunken and horny wolves, strip naked, and still try to get out in one piece; being off point wasn’t even an option. The parking gods had smiled on us, because we were able to find a spot a half a block away. My eyes swept the streets and darkened corners not only for Slim, but for any fool who felt like getting disrespectful that night. Slim had caught me off guard, but right then my hand was securely wrapped around the box cutter in my bag. Let the games begin, muthafuckas.

Tashee and me strode to the front of the joint like our names were on the marquee. She knew the Puerto Rican cat at the door, so we didn’t have any static getting in. There was a bearded
cat wearing a kufi checking the guys, and a butch-looking chick in fatigues had to frisk us. If you asked me, she took a little too much pleasure in her job, but I just smiled and let her do her thing. That hard-mugged bitch was way too gruesome for me to even think about bedding, but it was always good to get a security connect in places like that. After she got her free feels, she stepped aside to let Tashee and me in.

From the door, I could tell that the crowd was way light. The bar was damn near empty, and the dudes that were tipping the young bitches who were onstage looked like short-money niggaz. I glared over at Tashee, and she gave me the signal that everything was cool. Cool was an understatement; that spot was ice cold. Rolling my eyes at Tashee, I walked over to the girl who was playing hostess for the evening. She was a sexy red-bone with a very familiar face. As I stared at her, the pieces began to fall into place, and I was taken back to Friday-night fish fries at my parents’ house with my sister and her best friend. “Gina?”