Single Ladies (3 page)

Falisha pulled into the Bally's Hotel and Casino where Lamar had made reservations. She stepped out of her dark blue Charger looking like a celebrity. Her thick thighs and phat ass barely fit into the Dolce & Gabbana dress she wore, and her large breasts were cupped just right, showing a lot but hiding the best part.

“Damn, Falisha!” Lamar said, coming out and meeting her at the door. “I guess you're gonna be my eye candy for the night, too.” He smiled.

“Why not? You paid for it!” She snickered, throwing her arm up under his while they walked into the building.

Valet parking attendants took a minute to get her car out of the way. Everybody stopped to watch Falisha walk away, and it was worth all of the horns being blown by people who were trying to get their cars parked.

Lamar had the entire night planned for them, starting with dinner at an upscale restaurant inside the hotel, then a comedy show, and then on to the grand finale. “Check dis out,” he said, stopping her before they got all the way into the restaurant. “Tonight, all the friendship shit is out the door. Even if it's only for this one night, you're considered to be my wife for the night. You got me?” he asked, grabbing a hold of her waist.

Falisha looked up at him, threw her arms around his neck, and then leaned in to kiss him.

Her lips were so soft and tasted so sweet that Lamar's dick started to get hard. He pulled back and just looked into her brown eyes for a moment.

“Yes, I understand, honey.” She smiled before leading him though the double doors.

Dinner was good, and the comedy show was even better. Lamar and Falisha talked about everything, and found out they had more in common than what they knew. Falisha had to be honest and admit that she was having a ball. She had been out on a lot of dates recently, but never really had this much fun. That was the difference between ballers and the average nigga on the streets. Ballers let their money do all of the talking. As long as they got the baddest bitch in the hood riding shotgun and could fuck whenever they wanted, it was cool. But with an average nigga, he couldn't afford to let his money do the talking. He actually had to do all of the talking himself.

“These shoes is killing my feet,” Falisha said, walking up behind Lamar while he was at the craps table. “Can we go upstairs now?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Yeah, we can go,” he said in a soft voice, then turned around to face her.

After cashing in his chips, Lamar and Falisha made their way up to the room. This was the part of the night they both were waiting for and hoping that it ended even better than how the night had started off.

“Wait right here for a second,” Lamar said, stopping Falisha at the suite's door.

She stood off to the side while Lamar went inside. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he opened the door. He grabbed her by the hand and led her into the Presidential suite.

Falisha looked around in awe at the many candles that lit up the room, and the rose petals covering the bed and floor. She laughed, not at Lamar but at how beautiful the room looked. She saw stuff like this happen on TV, but never did she experience it for herself. “What are you doin', Lamar?” she asked while shaking her head.

“Nothing. I am just tryin' to show you something different,” he said, leading her to the bathroom.

The bathroom was candlelit as well. Warm water was pouring into the Jacuzzi, and a bottle of Moscato sat in a bucket of ice next to the tub. It was breathtaking. This was definitely something new for Falisha. The hustlers she was used to messing with never took the time out to do anything like this.

“Go ahead and get you some ‘me time' for about a half hour. I'ma hit the shower and wait for you out here,” Lamar said, walking over to the shower.

He was done with his shower in fifteen minutes, and had been waiting for Falisha to come out of the bathroom. When she finally did, she walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her body.

Lamar was standing by the entertainment system in nothing but a pair of boxers. His body was ripped to the core, and it looked sexy, especially with the many tattoos he had on his chest and stomach. Keith Sweat's “Right and a Wrong Way” came through the speakers, setting the mood just right.

Falisha couldn't stop blushing as she walked over to him. “Oh, wait!” she said, remembering that she had forgotten something. She walked over to her bag, reached in, and grabbed a wad of money. It was what she had left of the money he had given her, less her hair, nails, and clothing expenses. She walked back over to him and tried to put it in his hand, but he pulled away.

“That's you,” Lamar said.

“No, no, no,” Falisha responded, walking up closer to him. “I don't want it to be like that. I'ma keep it real with you, Lamar. You earned this pussy tonight, and I'm not gonna have it any other way,” she said, and tossed the money onto the entertainment cabinet.

She grabbed him by the hand and led him over to the bed. She pushed him onto the bed and then unraveled the towel from around her body.

Lamar's dick got rock hard at the sight of it. Her titties sat up like she had implants, her stomach was flat with a little baby fat around the edges, and her kitty was shaved bald with a light strip of hair running to her belly. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer so that he could kiss her stomach while she stood in front of him. Even her skin tasted sweet.

She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, leaned in, and kissed him softly on his lips. She tried to take over the show, but Lamar wasn't going to let her.

He pulled her body up against his and then rolled her over onto her back. She chuckled because she saw that he had caught on. “It's all about you tonight,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. He kissed and bit all over her neck, breasts, and stomach like he was eating a ripe peach. Her skin was so soft. He let his tongue slide down her thigh then bit down on the inner part of it. A trail of warm, wet kisses traveled to the lips of her kitty. He began French kissing it while guiding his tongue in and out of her tunnel.

“Damn, boy!” Falisha moaned, grabbing the back of his head with one hand and a handful of her titty with the other.

Lamar cocked her legs back so that he could dig his tongue deeper inside of her. He flicked his tongue at a slow pace while the rest of his mouth pressed up against her vaginal lips.

“Oooooohhhh, shit!” she moaned, feeling her first orgasm coming on. She looked down at Lamar's head swaying side to side. She grabbed the back of it and pushed his mouth, face, and tongue deeper into her nectar box. Her legs locked up around his cranium, damn near suffocating him with her thighs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, just as Lamar curled his tongue up to hit her G-spot. “Ooohhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned, reaching her peak.

It was like somebody cut open a water balloon the way that her fluids splashed into Lamar's mouth. His whole face was soaked, but he continued licking and sucking her juices up like it was slop.
Dis bitch's cum even tastes sweet,
he thought while looking up at the pleasure written all over her face.

“Ooohhhhhh, myyyy God!” she yelled out again, feeling another orgasm erupting as Lamar continued to French kiss her clit. This time you could actually hear the bones in her legs cracking as they locked up.

By the time Lamar picked his head up from below, it looked like his face took a milk bath. With no time to waste, he used the comforter on the bed to wipe his face off.

Falisha tried to roll over into the fetal position, but Lamar was on point, rolling her over onto her back. “Don't run from me,” he said, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to him. He slid his seven-inch member inside of her, going as deep as he could. What he lacked in length, he made up for in width. She moaned as he began to stroke slowly, pushing himself inside of her to the rhythm of R. Kelly's “It Seems Like You're Ready” coming through the speakers. His music selection was on point as well.

Falisha didn't know what Lamar was doing to her. All she knew was that whatever he was doing felt good. He pressed his lips against hers as he continued to feel his way around inside of her. He looked into her eyes with every stroke and every kiss. “I have loved you since middle school,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you to be mine,” he admitted, pushing himself into her deeper.

Falisha bit down on his shoulder and dug her nails into his back in pleasure. Her body began to tingle all over, and the more it tingled the more she bit down, sucked, and kissed all over his neck.

“I want you to be mine!” he whispered again.

Falisha's body couldn't hold back any longer. The orgasm took control, sending her body into convulsions.

Lamar could feel her walls tightening up, and a river of cum gushed out all over his dick and his stomach. He thought she was pissing on him the way that it squirted out.

“I'm yours!” Falisha moaned, and stuffed her tongue into his mouth. She was on cloud nine and didn't want to come down. It was intoxicating, mesmerizing, and beyond her deepest fantasy.

Lamar didn't fuck Falisha like a porn star, nor did he treat her like a whore and dog her out. He did something that had her stuck on stupid and unable to identify what he made her body go through. He made love to her as though it was his first and last time.

Lisa looked down at her watch, waiting for the time to get somewhat close to five o'clock so she could take off. She didn't know how this weekend was going to turn out, or even if she was going to be married at the end of it. She had a feeling that her bullshit was going to catch up to her eventually, and the outcome wasn't going to be good.

“Lisa, you can take off if you like,” Dr. Crosby said, coming out of the exam room. “I only got this gentleman here left, and I'll be leaving myself.”

It was like Dr. Crosby read her mind, because she was about two minutes away from asking him if she could leave. Ralphy had made reservations for them somewhere, and Lisa had to find out where and make her move.

Both Ralphy and Dre were on her mind pretty much every moment, from the time that she woke up until the time she closed her eyes at night. She couldn't believe that she was in love with two men. Each of them she loved for different reasons, but at the end of the day somebody had to go, and that had to happen immediately.

She bolted out of the building and jumped into her car. She took her car today so that Ralphy wouldn't have to pick her up. She needed a little space and distance from him in order to do what she planned on doing.

Before she pulled out of the parking lot, she had to call Ralphy to find out about the plans for tonight. If he was trying to make it a surprise where they were going, it was going to be a little hard getting it out of him. But she had a trick for that, too.

“What's up, beautiful?” Ralphy answered the phone while looking out on the highway on his way home from work.

“Hey, babe. I know we're supposed to be going out tonight, but I'm kind of stuck at work right now,” Lisa lied.

“Come on, babe,” Ralphy said in a disappointed manner.

“I'm not tryin' to cancel, babe. I'm just gonna be a little late.

“You know how hard it is to book at the Forrest Tree,” he said with an attitude.

The Forrest Tree Cabins was like a snow lodge couple's retreat for relaxation time. It was very romantic but hard to book, not to mention the very steep reservation fees. “Babe, babe, babe,” she said, trying to calm him down. “How about I meet you there? Just grab my things and head on out there. I swear, I'll be right behind you,” she pled.

Ralphy really wasn't trying to hear any of that right now. He was irritated at the fact that they wouldn't be driving out together. Nevertheless, he was going to enjoy his weekend with or without Lisa being on time. He had too much money invested in this getaway. “Yo, don't have me waiting out there by myself, Lisa. As soon as you're done at the office, you make ya way up the highway.”

The Forrest Tree Cabins was only about an hour and a half away, which gave Lisa plenty of time to work with. She had a little bit of running around to do before she hit the highway, and going to see Dre was her first stop. She really didn't want to go all weekend without seeing him, and as long as she didn't get caught, she wouldn't have to.

* * *

“You make sure you pick these kids up first thing in the morning!” Ms. D yelled out from the kitchen to Tammy, who was sitting in the living room with Kim.

It had been a long, stressful week for Tammy, and a little time out with the girls was something that she could really use right about now. No ducking Mr. Louis, no doing house chores, no dealing with the kids, just loud music, dancing, and as many drinks as her pretty face could get her.

“And make sure that you go to the store and get some cereal and milk for this boy!” Ms. D yelled as she fed Sinniyyah.

Not only was Ms. D cool as hell, she was also the go-to babysitter for the block. She was good with kids and probably babysat every child on that street at one time or another.

Tammy actually used her as a childcare provider for both Sinniyyah and Anthony. That's how she was getting the childcare check from welfare. Ms. D only wanted fifty dollars in cash and twenty-five dollars in food stamps per week to watch her kids. She was cheaper and provided a better service than the daycare center.

“Hey, bitches!” Falisha yelled, coming through the front door. “Hey, Ms. D!” she yelled toward the kitchen.

“You're late!” Tammy joked, rising up off of the couch.

“Shut up, girl!” Falisha said, and ran to the kitchen to mess with the kids.

Falisha was Sinniyyah's godmother, and she loved that little girl like she was her own. She wanted to be Anthony's godmother too, but Kim beat her to the punch.

“Falisha!” Kim yelled in a loud whisper as she looked out the window at Lamar coming out of the house with his duffel bag over his shoulder like he was going to work.

Falisha walked over to the window just in time to see him throwing his bag into his trunk. Kim whipped out her phone and started pushing buttons. The phone rang twice before Lamar answered it.

“Yooo!” he answered, leaning up against his car.

“What's up, brother? What do you got planned for tonight?” Kim asked, looking out the window at him, undetected.

“I'm about to go to work in a few minutes,” Lamar answered. “Why, what's up?”

“Nothing. I just wanted you to be on point because I'm going out with the girls. I'll fuck around and need a designated driver by the time I leave the club,” Kim lied, only to see if he would stick with the work lie. Messing around with nosy-ass Falisha, Kim had become somewhat obsessed about finding out where he worked also. In fact, everybody was curious to know, even Ms. D.

“All right, just call me if you need me. I get off around midnight anyway,” Lamar said, and then hung up.

Kim, Falisha, and Tammy all watched as he got into his car. “He's going to work. Y'all wanna follow him?” Kim asked in a juvenile way. “Ain't nobody at the club this early anyway.”

Surprisingly, her comrade Falisha didn't seem too interested in the covert mission tonight. She was still kind of confused about what had happened between her and Lamar a couple of nights ago. At this point, she couldn't care less about where he worked. She really just wanted to get clarity on where they stood because, since that night, they hadn't said a single word to each other.

“Fuck it!” Tammy smiled. “Let's hurry up before it gets too late,” she said, grabbing her bag.

“Come on, bitch. Stop acting like you don't wanna come,” Kim joked, pulling Falisha by the arm and leading her to the front door.

They all sat around and waited for Lamar to pull off before they exited the house. They didn't want to give him any indication that they were going to follow him. After a few minutes of letting his car warm up, Lamar pulled out of the parking space. Kim knew from before the route that he would probably take, so she could afford a separation of a block or two between them. “Let's go, y'all!” she said, leading the pack.

* * *

She was about two hours late, but Lisa eventually made it to the lodge. She could see that Ralphy still had a little attitude the minute she walked through the door, but he quickly tried to hide it behind a weak smile.

“You're not going to be mad at me all night, are you?” she asked, walking over and giving him a kiss. “I brought treats.” She smiled, reaching into her bag and pulling out a bottle of Cîroc.

There was no way possible that Ralphy could stay mad at her. They had all weekend to be together and chill out. “You hungry?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. He had already whipped something up before she got there, since he had the time to waste.

“We can eat a little something. I'm not gonna be able to do what I wanna do to you on a full stomach,” Lisa said in a seductive way and grabbed a handful of his dick.

“Shit, we can eat later!” Ralphy responded and palmed both of her ass cheeks and lifted her off of her feet.

“That's an option too,” Lisa said, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Ralphy was good and roused up by now. He started to walk her toward the bedroom door, but Lisa jumped out of his arms and stopped him. “How about you go sit on the couch and wait for me to change into something better?” she spoke in a sexy tone.

He smiled and looked at her while he backed slowly away from her. He knew he was in for a treat, so her instructions were important to follow. He went over to the flat screen hanging over the fireplace and turned on the screen saver. There was a fireplace burning, covering the whole screen. He then turned off all of the lights and took a seat on the couch.

“Close your eyes!” Lisa yelled from the bedroom.

When she walked into the room she went to the radio and put on a lovemaking CD. It was a special CD that she made with all of her favorite slow songs on it. Janet Jackson's “Any Time, Any Place” was the first song to come on. She then walked over and stood right in front of Ralphy. “Open ya eyes,” she said.

When Ralphy did open his eyes, his jaw hit the ground. Lisa stood there with a pink see-through panty and bra set from Victoria's Secret, and she had on a pair of white Jimmy Choo open-toe heels. Her body was flawless from head to toe. Her 34-26-39 frame looked like she was supposed to be modeling for
Black Lingerie
magazine. “Damn, mommy!” he said, mesmerized by her beauty. If he had it his way, he would have sat there for hours just looking, and admiring how good his wife looked.

That wasn't going to happen, though, with Lisa taking it upon herself to straddle him while he sat there. She leaned in and kissed him softly on his lips and neck while he grabbed two handfuls of her ass.

“You know you're in trouble, right?” Ralphy said, thinking about all of the things that he was going to do to her.

* * *

“Don't lose him, girl,” Tammy told Kim, who was trying her best to keep up with Lamar.

Kim did well while he was on the highway, but once he got off the highway things started getting difficult. Red lights here, stops signs there, and a bunch of drivers who didn't have a clue how to drive were getting in her way.

Lamar had a certain route that he took to work every day, and it involved a lot of turns and going through city blocks. It wasn't that he wanted to shake any unwanted cars that may have been following him, but it honestly was the easiest way to get to his job. Otherwise, it would take him an hour and a half to get there, instead of forty-five minutes.

“It's dark as hell around here, girl,” Falisha said, looking out the window.

“Yeah. Where the fuck are we?” Tammy chimed in, not noticing the names of the streets that they were passing.

They made so many turns and followed Lamar for so long that they got lost. Not only did they get lost, but they also managed to lose Lamar in the process. It was like one minute he was there, and then the next minute he was gone.

“Does anybody recognize any of these streets?” Kim asked, looking at the street signs.

Nobody noticed anything familiar.

Falisha quickly pulled out her iPhone 5 and went straight to her Google Maps. It told her exactly where they were, and from an aerial view she couldn't believe how far away from home they were. “Yo, it's gonna take us at least an hour and a half to get back home, y'all,” she said, tapping on her screen. “We're all the way da fuck out in Greensboro,” she added.

Nobody could believe it. It didn't even seem like it took them that long to get to where they were.

“Why don't you check to see if they have any clubs around here?” Kim suggested. “Since we're out here, we might as well make the best out of it.” She pulled over so she wouldn't waste another drop of gas while they decided on what they were going to do.

Falisha was already at work, tapping away on her phone. “Ooh! There's a couple spots jumpin' around here,” she said, looking at the screen. “There's a club called Impulse like fifteen minutes from here, and there's another one called Mandingo's Den. I think this shit might be a strip club.”'

“I wanna go to the strip club,” Kim whined.

“Hold up. I don't have any money for a strip club,” Tammy spoke out, not even wanting to jeopardize the forty dollars she had in her pocket.

“You're right,” Falisha said, agreeing with Tammy. “Let's just see what Impulse is doing, and then go back home if it's not jumpin',” she suggested.

Everybody agreed to that, and without further questions, Kim put the car in drive and they were on their way to Impulse.

* * *

Lisa got out of the shower and dried off as quickly as possible. By the time she was through with Ralphy, he was curled up in the bed with his thumb in his mouth like a baby.

There wasn't an area in the cabin that Ralphy didn't sex her in, and there was nothing sexual that she didn't allow him to try. She just so happened to have a little more energy than he did tonight, so round two was now in full effect.

She periodically looked into the bedroom from the bathroom as she was getting dressed, slipping on a different type of lingerie for the next escapade. For some reason she was still horny as hell and could feel her pussy getting wetter by the minute. She had to move fast before she messed up her brand new panties and bra set she just put on.

She walked over to the bed and stood over Ralphy. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek before grabbing her jeans, sneakers, and tank top off of the floor, and then putting them on.

* * *

Kim could see all over Tammy's face that something was wrong with her. She threw back drink after drink at the bar, and at no point did she ever get up and dance to a song.

After awhile, Falisha noticed it too and became a little concerned. As she came off the dance floor she yelled out to Tammy, “Come on, girl! Get ya ass up and dance with us!” She tried to pull Tammy by the hand, but Tammy refused, feeling the effects of the three shots of Cîroc she threw back.