Twisted Oak: A Sexual Odyssey (22 page)

“Ty, take your clothes off and come sit on my dick. Give me a lap dance, a nice deep one.”

Sunny’s voice had an unfamiliar tone to it, flat, firm, and uncompromising. It was difficult to imagine that voice in song only moments before.

Ty was trembling with need. He hastily kicked his shoes off and fumbled with his zipper.

“Ty, now,” Sunny demanded, unrelenting. “For fuck’s sake, you’re never wearing anything with a zipper again.”

“Yes, sir,” Ty said as he ripped his shirt off and finally got to his zipper.

“I hope your dick hurts,” Sunny said with unanticipated cruelty.

“It does, sir, very much.” He kicked his jeans off. His ass was thin, but surprisingly muscular.

“Turn your back to me and sit down. Squat your skinny black ass on my dick, boy,” Sunny said.

“Yes, sir.” Ty turned to face us. His penis was huge. The brown appendage was nearly the size of my forearm in length. The head was unusually pronounced and throbbing. Overcome with the sight, I groaned as my orgasm came. Mr. Delacroix took his finger out of my mouth, fingered my breast, and then lightly slapped my face when I unconsciously wiggled. I noticed my legs had come open and a wet spot on the pillow grew. Mr. Delacroix patted my breast and put his hand on my shoulder to steady me as we watched the show.

Sunny’s legs spread, knees bent. Ty squatted with his knees together as best he could with that huge dick between them. Sunny grabbed him by the neck with both hands, similar to the way Mr. Delacroix handled me on the sofa the night I signed on. Sunny slammed Ty onto him and Ty yelled out. Sunny lifted him and slammed him again as he grunted. Ty’s moans were alarming. His amber eyes were ablaze with desire and I could see his long dick protrude and bounce as Sunny slammed him repeatedly, breathing hard and grunting.

Soon, a calm relaxation came to Ty’s expression and his alarming sounds turned into deep, masculine purrs that made me think of a lion. Ty went limp with acceptance and subjugation. His legs fell apart, revealing that amazing cock.

“Nezzie,” Mr. Delacroix whispered, “take your clothes off and go sit on Ty’s dick, but only in your vagina. I don’t think your ass can handle that. Besides, I’m saving it for later.” He nudged me off my pillow with his leg. “Go, Nezzie, now, and face me when you do it,” he said. “I told you to be ready for anything.”

I walked over to Ty as I pulled the nightie over my head. His eyes followed my movements. I turned to face Mr. Delacroix and squatted as Ty had done, but I had to reach back and right myself with his long cock.

I let myself drop a little ways. Exploding in delirium, I fell all the rest of the way on the long, dark pole. It hurt at first and I whimpered. I could feel hands help me rise up again and let me fall, up and down in rhythm with my partners.

Our breaths in time with one another, I could hear Sunny’s grunts turn to groans and Ty was euphoric, his purring so sensual in my ear. I kept coming and I ground myself onto him until it hurt. Ty came and I felt him shudder as Sunny moaned long and deep. We slowed to a steady rhythm and finally awakened from our shared ecstasy. Ty wrapped his arms around me and Sunny wrapped his arms around both of us.

“Wow, ya’ll,” Mr. Delacroix said, “that was just about the most erotic thing I’ve seen in a long time. Ya’ll look like an Oreo cookie but with the chocolate in the middle.” His voice dripped with southern Spanish moss.

We were all catching our breaths, still stacked on one another. It felt good to be so close to them, feeling their damp skin on mine.

“Nezzie, you come over here now and let’s show these boys what you’ve learned,” Mr. Delacroix said. “Come on now, get up.” His pants were off and he stroked his rigid penis.

Ty lifted me off with a sigh and I went to Mr. Delacroix with Ty’s come dripping down my legs.

“Yes, sir?” I said as I stood before him on shaking legs.

“Turn around, Nez.”

I faced the two men and noticed that Sunny had not let Ty off him. His white hands showed force against Ty’s broad, olive shoulders.

“Nezzie, sit on my cock just like Ty did to Sunny. Shove it up your ass,” he said as he placed his hands on my hips.

“Yes, my lord,” I said as I let him guide me onto him. The pain came again as it had before, but was a little worse since I was still tender from the previous night. I was not able to relax against ropes. I instinctively struggled to get away, but he held me firm with hands on my hips. Ty attempted to get up and help me, but Sunny held him down and kissed his neck. I longed to be bound secure and without pain.

“Breathe, my dear. Breathe and let me in. You know how much you like it,” Mr. Delacroix whispered as he pushed me down and flexed his hips so he would go even deeper.

I moaned in hopes that it would help me release my breath, but it only came in fits and starts. Sunny looked at me with intense arctic eyes. In my head, his voice:
I hurt, the pain, I am alive.
I began chanting this to myself as Mr. Delacroix moved me up and down his shaft. The pleasure pain was agonizing. I was on the verge of using a safe word when, like storm clouds breaking, I broke through and found that intoxication, that new zenith that I so readily welcomed. I was helpless and could not assist Mr. Delacroix. I longed to be tied in sweet constraint so that I could be free in my pleasure.

“Oh, Mr. Delacroix, please . . .” I begged, my voice primal.

“Come for me one more time, Nezzie. Show them how you come when my dick’s in your ass.” He slammed me down.

“Oh god,” I groaned.

Mr. Delacroix answered, “I’m right here. Your god is right here.” He slammed my body onto him once more and filled me up.

I came so hard that my body shook. When I regained composure, I noticed wet spots all over my pillow and wondered if I would ever walk again. Mr. Delacroix left me sitting on him for a long while and it took concentration to stay open for him.

“Stay relaxed, Nez,” he said as he moved my hips back and forth. “This is my ass and I’ll stay here as long as I want to.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, and he allowed me to lean back against him. I closed my eyes, took my mind to another time, to Monique’s time, and wondered if she had been frightened or empowered. I wondered about my own state of mind because I was so subordinate to physical pleasure. Nothing else mattered. I sighed, but it came out as a moan.

“Nezzie,” Mr. Delacroix said, “you’re a good fuck, my love.”

The Dormouse, the Mad Hatter, the White Rabbit, and me; each of us, wounded in mind and spirit, had found solace in the glorious sharing of our bodies, a kind of wonderland that made sense.

We were brought out of our relaxed state when Ty brought up the new talk on the street.

“I dunno, boss, all I knows is two white guys been goin’ round askin’ after Miss Nez. I stopped by Lorraine’s dis mornin’ on the way here and she say to me that Tali told her two guys was seekin’ our Miss Nez. They even have a picture of her.”

My skin crawled. They must have found out from Mr. Clementon. I cursed myself for telling him where I was headed.

“Ty, this is serious business. You just found out today? Anybody know how long they’ve been in town?”

“Yeah, just this mornin’ I found out. I can go ask Tali what he know.” Ty sensed our concern. “Miss Nez, you think it be the bad guys from KC?”

“I know it is.” I was shivering and very near tears. “What am I gonna do?”

“Not a thing, love. I told you, I got your back,” Mr. Delacroix said. “I’ll go down and speak with Tali and Lorraine. Ty, have you spread the word about Miss Nez? That she is to be protected?”

“Oh yes, sir, I got my people on it. They good folks who know how to keep things on the down low. Nobody in my network gonna say nothin’. They know she belong to you, and if anybody come aksin’ they tell me right away. This is how I know. I be checkin’ in every day with my people and they all over town, but I can’t say if the men only talkin’ to people in my network. Dat’s the worry.”

“Sunny, have you been taking Nezzie out a lot?” Mr. Delacroix asked.

“Some, but not too much, and only around the quarter where there are mostly tourists. I should think the locals are in the know. I don’t talk about you guys very much at the bar, so the locals there are probably pretty clueless about her.”

Mr. Delacroix left the apartment to speak to Tali. Sunny and Ty sat on the balcony and watched. I was too afraid to go outside, so I stood in the doorway and scanned the square.

Mr. Delacroix sat with Tali for a few minutes and listened to him intently. When he left Tali, he walked away from the apartment in the opposite direction and disappeared behind the buildings.

“Where did he go?” I asked.

“I dunno,” Ty said. “Maybe he go talk to Lorraine.”

About a half hour later, Mr. Delacroix was back with startling news. Steve and another man were staying at a hotel not far from the apartment. It was a streak of good luck that we had not run into them.

“At least I know where they are before they know where we are,” Mr. Delacroix said as he paced the room. “Nez, how do you wanna proceed? Are you ready to talk to him? I mean, there’s nothing they can do. They can’t force you to go back—not legally, anyway.”

“Sir, I just don’t know. Is my mom with them? I wouldn’t mind seeing my mom, but not them.”

“Sir, if I may?” Sunny interjected. “It seems to me that if this was all about Miss Nez getting back with her mom, her mom would have come.”

He looked at me, realizing only then how painful it was for me to hear his words. “Oh god, I’m sorry, baby girl.”

“No, Sunny, you’re right. She should have come. It’s all right.”

My tears betrayed my words. It was not okay. My mother did not come for me and I knew it. She was too sick to leave her room. How could she come for me?

“As far as Tali and Lorraine know, it’s just the two men,” Mr. Delacroix said, stroking my head.

Sunny’s expression turned grave. “It’s all about the money, then. God, girl, I am so sorry.”

“Sunny, you don’t have to tell me that. I know you are. I don’t want to see them, Mr. Delacroix. If my mom was there, then yeah, I’d probably go, but I have no room for him in my life. I’m through with that life, sir. I can’t protect her anymore. If she chose not to come, there’s not a damned thing I can do about it, but I don’t have to look at him.”

“You’re right, my brave soul. Let me take care of it. I’ve been devising a plan to get them out of town and out of your life.”

I tensed at his words.

“Without anyone getting hurt,” he clarified. “They might get scared, but they won’t get hurt.” He paused. “Unless they put me in a defensive position. You understand that, don’t you? That if I have to defend myself, I will.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

Mr. Delacroix was on the phone with his assistant from work. I could hear him, his business voice very similar to the voice he used to give me commands.

“What do you mean, the insurance is holding up the shipment? Tell Williams to go direct to Lloyd’s and not to fool with that agent anymore. I’m sick of this shit, Matthew. Our cargo is perishable. We don’t have time to play this game. If they can’t insure us for a reasonable price within a reasonable timetable, then we’ll take our business elsewhere.”

He sat on the sofa next to me and twirled my hair in his fingers as he spoke. “And, uh, let them know I’ll be taking the week off . . . yeah, family business. Scott will be out as well, but he may be in by Wednesday or so. It depends on how it goes.” He twirled my hair tighter. “You can reach us both at Twisted Oak, and if there’s anything urgent, just send the courier. Williams should be able to handle Lloyd’s and you all have everything well in hand with the Panamanians.” He tugged at my hair. “No, just stay firm on that price and they’ll come around. I’ve been looking at what’s going on in Guatemala. They’re not the only fish in the sea right now.”

I leaned into him, showing my appreciation for his attention. He pet my head. “Right, I’ll be at Twisted Oak tomorrow evening for the week. You can reach me there.”

He hung up and looked down at me. “Don’t worry, cher, you’re coming with me. Best to get you out of the city for a while.” He smiled and kissed my head and made another call. “Ed, it’s Greg Delacroix. Yeah, how are you? Good, good. Hey, listen, I’ll need a car and a driver this evening. A couple of your best men; two, please. Yes, I’ve got some unsavories in the neighborhood that need a persuasive escort out of town.”

I felt giddy at the thought of Steve being “persuaded.”

“Just have the car waiting in the riverfront parking area by JAX around seven forty-five this evening. Yes, a driver and two men. Yeah, armed.” He got up from the sofa and paced as he spoke. “No problem. Just stick it on the company expenses. I appreciate it, last minute and all. You’re a good man, Ed. I owe ya.”

He hung up and called another number. “Joey, hey. How’s it goin’? You on duty tonight? Nice, is Roddy ridin’ with you? Excellent, that’s perfect. Can I ask a favor of you?” He sat again and twirled a lock of my hair. “Appreciate it. I really do. I was wondering if you could do an extra long patrol of the square tonight, from, say, seven forty-five till around eight or so?”

Ty whispered, “Is he talkin’ to Joey Zimmer, the cop?”

Sunny said, “Shhh, yeah. Hush now.”

“Thanks, Joey. I really appreciate it. A friend of mine is in town, a real good girl, and some fellas from KC are after her. Real ugly drug scene that she is trying to get out of. I’d just like you there as a backup. Naw, not unless they decide not to cooperate with me. I can’t guarantee they’d have anything on them, but if they do, they won’t like the idea of you all arresting them.”

I wished I could hear the other end of the conversation. I leaned in to try to hear the other man, but to no avail.

“I didn’t have time and I don’t have time. Look, as much as I’d like to, I just want to get rid of these assholes for good, ya know? Just scare them enough so they won’t ever come back. My private guys will be on Decatur at eight. I’ll also have someone at each gate, so they can’t get out if they decide to be assholes. In that case, they’re all yours. Does the timing work for you? I can’t thank you enough, Joey. You guys are the best.”

He hung up and called Ed back. “Ed, Greg again. Have them pull onto Decatur at eight o’clock. Appreciate it.” He hung up. Ty, Sunny, and I looked at him awaiting instruction.

“Okay, it’s the square plan,” Mr. Delacroix said. I was puzzled, but Sunny and Ty seemed to know what he was talking about. “I’m gonna meet him in the square at seven forty-five to give him back his money. Sunny, I need you to go to the bar and grab two of the biggest, baddest men there. I’ll make it worth their while. While I’m having a little come-to-Jesus meeting with Steve and his sidekick, I need two men at each end of the square, including the two of you, to block their exit. I’ll need you there by seven forty. You get what I mean?”

“Yeah, boss,” Ty said, “like a canned hunt. We need to call this the canned hunt plan. I like your style, bruthah.” He smiled. “Miss Nez, we good at this. You just watch.” He looked at Mr. Delacroix. “What do I do, boss?”

“Find them. Go to their hotel and tell them you know where the money is. Use your street-talk charm and tell them to meet me in the square at seven forty-five and I will see you boys in the square at seven forty.”

“Sounds good, sir,” Sunny said.

“Joey and Roddy will be on horseback patrolling the square. If it all pans out the way I think it will, I’ll escort Steve and what’s-his-name to Decatur Street where Ed’s guys will be waiting to escort them out of town for good.”

“What if they don’t go, sir?” I asked.

“They’ll go, my dear, but if they decide to be dumb, Roddy and Joey will arrest them. They’re cops and on horseback, so nobody can outrun them.”

“Besides that, Miss Nez,” Ty said, “everybody be knowin’ they bad guys. There ain’t no way they get out of the square unless they go with Mr. Delacroix’s men or the cops arrest ’em.”

“What will they be arrested for?”

“Possession with the intent to distribute, and if there’s an unsolved murder, maybe that, too,” Mr. Delacroix said.

“They aren’t murderers, sir, and how do you know they’ll have anything on them?” I asked.

“We don’t, but we can make it so. We can turn them into murderers, too,” he said with a smile.

“You mean set them up? Plant evidence, sir? How is that possible?”

“Anything’s possible in New Orleans, my love, with a little money and the right connections.” He chuckled. “But hopefully they’ll be smart and it won’t come down to that.” He leaned back in the sofa. “Rest assured, though, they’ll have full understanding that they’ll never see the light of day again if they ever set foot in this town for any reason.”

“What should I do, sir?” I asked.

“Sit at the desk in our bedroom and write a nice long letter to your momma. Let her know you’re okay. She’s your mom, Nezzie. She has problems, but she is still your mother. As someone who has lost his parents, all I can do is encourage you not to burn the bridge with her, even if the bridge is about to fall down. She’s your mom and she’s sick. She can’t he held totally responsible for what’s happened. I’ll give the letter to Steve to give to her. If he has any shred of decency, he’ll deliver it.”

I shook my head. True to form, Mr. Delacroix read my mind. “It’s worth a try, Nezzie. Even if he doesn’t give it to her, you’ll know you tried.”

Sunny and Ty were dressing to leave the apartment. “Sunny, hurry back now,” Mr. Delacroix said. “I’ll stay here until you get back. I don’t want Nezzie to be alone. I gotta run to the office and get some cash.”

“How much do you need, sir? I might have enough at the bar.”

“Ten grand, Sunny. Please don’t tell me you have ten grand lying around over there.”

“It’s Sunday, sir. I haven’t made last night’s or Friday’s deposit yet and there’s no band playing tonight, so I bet I can cover you.”

“Ten grand, sir? I only owe him five!” I said.

“Insurance, Nezzie. A little payoff is all. It’s always good to have extra and I need to pay my help as well. And Jesus, Sunny, that’s no way to run a business, son!”

“All the better to give it to you then, sir,” Sunny said with a hint of sarcasm.

“Thanks, kid. I’ll make your deposit tomorrow morning before we leave for the farm.”

“Yes, sir,” Sunny said. He and Ty walked out the door. I stood inside the French doors and watched them leave the square. Sunny went left toward his bar and Ty loped across the square in his familiar way in the same direction Mr. Delacroix had gone earlier.

When I turned to Mr. Delacroix, he was standing next to an open drawer in the bureau. He held a small gun in his hand, inspecting the revolving chamber. I was startled by the sight.

“Mr. Delacroix, this is all too much. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, especially you or Sunny or Ty. I don’t know what I would do if you did. I can talk to Steve.”

“Too late for that now, cher. The plan’s in motion. Just go write that letter. It’ll be okay. It’s not the first time we’ve run somebody out of town. It’s okay. I promise. Nobody will get hurt.”

He slid bullets into the weapon and clipped the chamber closed.

“In fact, I should think you’d get a thrill out of Steve having the shit scared out of him. Ever since you told me about the money and what he did to you and your mom, I’ve been devising this plan. I got this. Don’t worry. Keep your wits together and go write that letter now.”

The desk sat underneath the window in our bedroom. The sash was open so the street noises danced around my mind as I sat to write. I was careful not to give anything away as to my exact location. It was difficult to find the right words.