Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) (53 page)

Brian appeared through the chaos, crawling over the limo floor, and placed a soft hand on her leg. “Are you all right in here?” He looked glassy-eyed and wild himself. More than
half
the folks inside the limo were loud, animated, horny, and insane. They had all lost their common sense in there.

Melanie looked over at Brian’s sober enforcer before she responded to him. His enforcer continued to eye her carefully.

“Umm…” She failed to gather her words. She felt as if she was finally
starring in a movie, a movie role that she was grossly unprepared to play.

“What don’t kill you will only make you stronger. All right, babe?” Brian advised her through the insanity. Or maybe it was all normal for him. He seemed to be at peace with it all.

Yeah, he’s crazy, too,
she concluded, looking into his eyes.
They’re all crazy-behind white people in here. And a few crazy blacks, too.

Brian read the disdain in her eyes. He said, “The inner circle is always sacred. You hear me? And you only get a few chances to be invited in. So when the opportunity presents itself to ya’, you ask yourself if you’re ready to take it. And if you’re not, then what the hell are you even doing here?”

He seemed to be validating his point to everyone who listened.

He said, “There’s plenty of other things that you can do in life. But how crazy is making believe that you’re playing someone
else’s
life? You know what I mean? And you make a good
living
from it. How crazy is
that?
”

He sounded like a fictional character. But within the insanity of the limo, he made perfect sense. You either act crazy with everyone else, or you get the hell out of there. Only, Melanie had no way out at the moment. They were entering the interstate.

Brian pulled a girl toward him and kissed her hard on the lips.

“Who’s ready to venture to the other side of the world?” he asked them all.

“WE ALL ARE!” someone yelled from the back.

“YEAH!” the euphoric girls hollered all around them.

Out of the blue, Melanie began to smile at it. There was no sense in getting all riled up about something she could do nothing about. She would have to wait until they arrived at their destination to regain her individual sanity. In the meantime, she took in the wildness of the circle with a chuckle. Then someone passed her a glass of champagne.

“Go ahead, it’ll help you to relax,” a blonde-haired woman advised her.

Her lack of a smile seemed to sooth Melanie. The woman seemed rational, as if it made sense to drink in their company.

So Melanie took the glass of champagne and swallowed it down in one big gulp before she would have second thoughts about it.

“Wow,” the woman responded to her. “Take your time, girlfriend.” But it was too late. She had drunk it all up already. And she had no idea what it was. Then she began to feel warm inside.

“You okay?” the blonde-haired woman asked her.

Melanie looked confused and was lightheaded for a moment, as if she were floating on air inside the limo. The glass of champagne had jumped straight into her system.

“You’re very beautiful,” the woman began to tell her. She even stroked Melanie’s hair. And it felt
good
to her.

“Your skin is like,
Godly,
” the white woman flattered her.

Melanie began to bubble up at it with a chuckle. What kind of word was
Godly
for skin? Did God even
have
skin?

As Melanie looked the attractive white woman in her face closely, she could see the flakes of her makeup drying out her clogged pores. The woman looked to be in her early thirties, and she was still considered a hottie, despite her dried-out skin.

They may all like her in here, but my skin is way smoother than that,
Melanie bragged to herself in her inebriation. She was so close to the white woman’s face that it felt as if the woman had kissed her.

“You’re beautiful,” the woman continued to express. She had her hand on Melanie’s smooth face now. And
that
felt good,
too.
Then everything sounded quiet and serene for a minute, until the blonde-haired woman leaned over and kissed her on her lips.

Did she just kiss me?
Melanie asked herself. Before she could answer the question, the enchanted woman kissed her lips again. Then she began to rub Melanie’s breast with her hands.

Whooaaaa,
she moaned in her thoughts.
This is craaazy!
But she couldn’t seem to
move
to
stop
the woman. It felt too
good
to stop her.

The next thing Melanie knew, the white woman had climbed into her lap and spread Melanie’s legs to get closer to her. And as she continued to stroke Melanie’s hair, kiss her lips, and titillate her breasts, ever so softly, she continued to call her, “Beautiful.”

Oh my God! What is she doing to me?
Melanie rambled in her thoughts. But she was powerless to stop it. Her head leaned back against the window, and her eyes met with the neon lights that changed colors on the outlined sunroof.

Ooooh, this feels so good,
Melanie told herself limply. She licked her moist lips as the blonde-haired woman continued to kiss and seduce her inside the limo in front of everyone. Melanie’s natural defense had suddenly flown south
for the winter, leaving her unprotected for an erotic ambush. And the limo ride to Brian’s hillside home, overlooking the San Fernando Valley, seemed to take them forever.

“Remember, Melanie, the inner circle is
sacred,
” she could hear him repeating to her. “And nothing you do with us will ever
leave
this place. So welcome home.”

Less than thirty minutes later, Deborah Gilford was all in Melanie’s face at Brian’s elaborate, hillside home.

“Are you okay?” she asked her for the third time. They were standing outside on the back deck, under the full moon, in a Californian nighttime breeze. And Melanie looked unstable.

“Yeah, girl, I’m good. It’s just the drinks,” she answered.

“You drank something more inside the limo?” Deborah asked her with concern.

Melanie shook it off. “It was just
one
drink.”

“Yeah, but one more drink is all it takes sometimes,” the agency assistant barked.

Melanie didn’t feel like hearing it. Deborah was blowing her mood. She had been cock-blocking everyone except for Brian Belgium all night. And Melanie now thought of returning to the great feelings that the blonde-haired white woman had given her earlier.

“Are you
sure
you’re okay?” Deborah asked a
fourth
time.

Melanie finally brushed her aside to walk back inside the house.

“I have to go to the restroom.”

Deborah followed her back inside before she stopped with her girls.

“Is she all right?” they asked her themselves.

Deborah shook it off. “She doesn’t
seem
like it. But she’s always in control, so I guess she’ll be all right once, you know, she gets the drinks out of her system.”

“Well, isn’t this house
great?
” one of her girls whispered. “I wonder what rooms he’ll allow us all to peek into.”

As Deborah and her girls chatted to themselves in their small group on the outside deck, Melanie made it to the hallway bathroom and caught the eye of her blonde-haired friend from the limo ride.

“I’ll catch her on her way back out,” the woman told people standing next to her. “Isn’t she just like,
beautiful
though. I’m like,
sooo
attracted to her.”

“Yeah, we
saw
that,” a younger woman responded with a chuckle.

“Yeah, what was in that
drink
you gave her?” one of the guys asked.

Brian Belgium walked up before the blonde could answer.

“So, where’s Melanie?”

She pointed to the bathroom. “She’s inside.”

Brian looked toward the bathroom and had a thought.

“You ah, wanna use a room with her?”

The pretty blonde smiled at him. “Sure.”

“Can I watch?” he asked.

“If you want. I mean, it’s only your house.”

“And what if she lets me in on it?” he quizzed.

The blonde-haired woman shrugged. “Well…”

“All right, I’ll show you to it,” he plotted.

As soon as Melanie walked out of the bathroom, her blonde friend grabbed her by the hand and led her forward.

“Come here, I wanna show you something.”

Melanie followed her without refusal and arrived at a secluded bedroom. And as soon as they walked inside, the woman closed the door back and attacked Melanie’s beautiful black body with everything she had; lips, hands, fingers, hips, knees, shoulders, toes, ankles. She was feeling up every inch of her.

“I want to do everything to you, sweetheart, if you let me.”

Melanie didn’t refuse her. She was still lightheaded from the drink. She wanted to feel the woman’s soft touch again. So she allowed her free roam over her body.

Oh my God! This is so crazy! What am I doing in here?
Melanie pondered.

The blonde woman began to strip from her clothes and move Melanie toward the bed.

“Can I see how beautiful you are?” she asked, taking off Melanie’s jacket.
She caressed her breasts and made them aroused again. Then she began to kiss her nipples through her T-shirt and bra.

“I really want you,” the woman expressed to her lustfully.

With less room there to move, Melanie fell back across the bed, where the woman attacked her flat stomach and her bare belly button with her probing tongue. Then she spread Melanie’s legs against the edge of the bed.

Oh my goodness. This woman is freaky,
Melanie told herself. She felt the lustful woman going after the button on her jeans.

No, no, nooo,
Melanie finally protested. She stopped the woman with her hands. But that only made the blonde lick each of her fingers ravenously.

God, what is she DOING to me?

Before Melanie could fight her off again, her button was popped open and her zipper pulled down.

“Wait, wait. What are you doing?” she spoke up.

“I wanna taste you, sweetheart, just a little bit.”

Taste me?
Melanie repeated.
With her tongue?

She was still trying to figure what the white woman’s intentions were. Now she knew.

Yeah, she IS freaky. But I can’t let her do that,
she told herself. Nevertheless, she found herself struggling to hold up her pink panties, while the woman’s greedy tongue inched closer and closer toward the succulent lips between her legs. Then she poked a finger inside of her.

“
Oooh,
” Melanie moaned, pulling back. But when she pulled away, she gave the woman more room to pull down her panties and jeans from the edge of the bed.

“Let me get you nice and wet,” the horny blonde begged her. She was pulling Melanie’s pink panties away from her crotch now. Before she allowed the beautiful black girl to respond to her, the white woman dipped her tongue below the panty line and licked the outer lips of Melanie’s virgin pussy.

“
Oooooh,
” Melanie moaned, feeling it. The woman’s tongue felt like a wet feather, tickling up her clitoris. But Melanie remained against it. So she reached down with both hands to push the woman away.

The blonde gripped her by both hips and placed her chin inside of her panties, securing her head in between Melanie’s legs, where she could go to work on her without obstruction. Realizing the woman’s secured position,
Melanie rose up in a panic on the bed, attempting to squeeze her legs shut. But it was too late. The blonde’s greedy tongue poked inside of her tight, dark sugar walls.

“
Oooooh,
” Melanie moaned again. Her body began to throb and heat up, uncontrollably, while the white woman did her business between her legs. Then she reached up under her shirt and bra and fingered Melanie’s hardened titties with the soft tips of her fingers.

Oh my God! I’m HOT!

No longer able to fight it, Melanie began to run her restless hands through the woman’s long, blonde hair.

“
Mmmm, yeaah,
” the woman moaned back to her. “Just relax, sweetheart.”

She pulled Melanie’s panties and jeans down even farther.

“Just lie back, and let me do it all.”

Melanie didn’t know what “
all
” meant, but she was no longer able to fight the feeling. So she fell back across the bed, while the woman pulled her jeans and panties off completely, and planted herself back in between her legs. Melanie’s smooth black skin contrasted the woman’s pale, white shoulders.

When her bottoms were completely discarded, the white woman’s tongue action was able to work Melanie’s sweet, dark pussy deeper.

“
Ooooooh
” she moaned, squirming over the bed.

The woman began to work her tongue like a miniature dick, in and out of the wet walls. Melanie balled up the bed sheets in her fists, while she squeezed her eyes shut toward the ceiling.

Ooooh, she feels so good!
she admitted to herself. The horny white woman was servicing her well.