Erotic City (3 page)
“She’s Always in My Hair”
Sunday, March 30, 2008
8:07 a.m.
A
s was the morning ritual, because Milan always burned the midnight oil, the rich aroma of a hazelnut breakfast blend permeated her home, reminiscent of the local Starbucks coffeehouse. The pot was now half full.
Milan Lee Kennedy, tall and slender, butterscotch and sophisticated, stood in the spacious, lavish living room of her blond-stone estate in Alpharetta. Most of her furnishings were cream colors with bold-colored accents like hot pink, purple, or red. That’s how she liked it. Colorful and bold.
Most of the fabrics were woven jacquard and the window treatments were formal. Her style was contemporary classy.
She used her gold letter opener to loosen the seal of the envelope from the music publishing company. It was the first of what was to be quarterly checks from her deceased famous dad’s music royalties.
The dollar amount would have made some eyes pop in amazement, though Milan had expected the five figures. Over the next three quarters, those checks would add up to almost eighty thousand dollars. Her other two-acre home in the Palmetto Bay area of South Miami her well-known father had left her in his estate. It was a gray-stone, five-bedroom English manor, with a black-bottom pool, located in a cul-de-sac. He had also left her a large amount of money, which she had already invested and saved. And she had enough income from the success of her house of fucking, Erotic City, to take care of her other financial needs.
Fame and wealth had greeted Milan and her younger sister, Tamiko Rae Kennedy, since the day they were born. They were heiresses. Their father, Charlie “Scat-man” Kennedy, a legendary singer and pianist, had always been on the road, but he had never failed to take care of home, financially that is.
Wearing a red silk robe, Milan sat upon her orange pillow–top sectional and leaned back, extending her long legs along the cushions. She glanced at the glass cabinet that contained her dad’s six Grammy Awards. She remembered and smiled. That side of her dad was remarkable.
She pressed the button on her BlackBerry Pearl. Her ring tone was Sisqó’s “Thong Song.” “Hello.” Milan was in first gear.
“Hey, sis. What’s happening with you?” Tamiko, who was younger by two years, had an energy level that was fifth-gear hyper.
“Not much. Just going through some mail.”
“I got my royalty check. Did you get yours yet?”
“I did.” Milan cautiously sipped her caffeinated black brew from a pink Diva mug and glanced out at the lush backyard past the beveled glass of the double French doors.
“It’s funny how this money’s nothing more than a reminder of Daddy’s death.”
“I know what you mean.”
The sound of clanging dishes sounded in the background. “Have you decided what to do about the Miami house yet?”
Milan replied, “No. I’ll just leave it as is for now. What about you, living all alone in Peachtree City? Daddy barely even started furnishing that house after Nancy left and took nearly everything. That’s a big place.”
“It is. I’m slowly getting things set up. His energy is all around. I even found a box with his old vinyl records. He hadn’t even unpacked them.”
“Good. We can pass them down when we start our families.”
“True. So how are things with you?”
Milan held the mug with both hands and curled her legs beneath her. “Tamiko, I know you heard about what happened last night.”
“What?”
“The police were called out to the club at like one-thirty in the morning. Lavender’s ex came in there starting some mess.”
“Not his crazy baby’s mama again?”
“I could add some choice words to go along with the word
crazy
.”
“It just doesn’t make sense that she would even come in there considering that’s where you met Lavender.”
“Yeah, but she had the nerve to show up last night trying to get under his skin, screwing everybody all up in his face. And when that didn’t work, she snuck into VIP and went down on Big Mack, and then had the nerve to claim she was forced.”
Tamiko’s sigh could be heard. “Big Mack, the rapper?”
“Yeah.”
“First of all, what was he doing in there?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just saying. It seems somebody like Big Mack could get all the erotic pleasure he needs.”
“You mean sex, Tamiko?”
“Yes. You know what I mean.”
“I’m sure he can. But we get a lot of famous people in there. We’ve got this strict policy that whatever happens in the club, stays in the club. We call it the Vegas rule. Also known as the Swing 101, never kiss and tell rule. Most of our members know that.”
“I guess that didn’t happen this time.”
“Not after Ramada took it upon herself to call the police when she went out to her car.”
“Oh, what a drama queen.”
“She claims he was drunk and pulled a damn switchblade after he was deep down her throat and then she says she backed off, changing her mind. She said he told her he’d slit her throat if she didn’t finish the job.”
“What? Don’t you guys have cameras in there?”
“Not in the rooms like that. I mean it would be legal, but our patrons are so worried about privacy, we couldn’t violate that. I try to keep an eye on things from my office, but our bouncer checked them before they even came in the club and he found nothing.”
“Oh Lord. So what now?”
“It’s pretty much her word against his. You know the old girl has a history of making things up.” Milan took another slow sip.
“Yeah, I know that’s right. Where is Lavender, anyway?”
“He’s sleeping. We got home at like six this morning and he fell out. But hell, sleeping is the last thing on my mind.”
“Wow, Milan. I’m really sorry. But I’m sure everything will be okay.”
“One thing I know is it’s sure to be all over the news today. I refuse to even turn on the TV.”
“I hope it isn’t. And you guys need to try and keep your heads up. You’ll be fine.”
“Let’s hope so.” Milan rubbed the back of her neck and asked, “Have you heard from Nancy? I still need to talk to Attorney Wyatt about what she might do to try and get her hands on Dad’s money.”
“She hasn’t called lately. Last time she called my number it was to deny Dad’s claims that she was screwing her trainer.”
“Man, thank God their divorce was final one month before he passed away. He worked way too hard for his money. She lost her rights to his estate when she accepted the divorce settlement. I know she seems to run to you when she has something to say. But I’m sorry, I just can’t accept the fact that now that he’s gone, she decides to get her hands on even more than he gave her. It’s never gonna happen.” Milan placed her coffee cup on the glass side table.
“You know I agree. I’m on your side. Maybe because I was in the house with her a little longer than you, she and I bonded a little more. But she knows where I stand.”
“She should have thought about that when she was lucky enough to steal him away from Mom. She played his chick on the side for too long before he married her. And have Daddy tell it, it seems like she snuck around on him most of those years. Call me what you want, but I can’t stand her ass.”
“You know I don’t blame you. Anyway, what’re you doing the rest of the day?”
“I’m headed out to late service before I lose my damn mind.”
“Okay, but make sure you get some sleep when you get back since you’ve gotta go back to work again tonight.”
“At least we’ll have a few days off until Thursday. Thank God we’re only open four nights a week. What’re you guys doing today?”
“Jarod and I might catch an early movie before he goes to the club.”
“Tell him I’ll see him later.” Milan adjusted her legs and sat up straight.
“I will. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. And I hope Lavender’s okay. I can imagine he’s feeling pretty bad.”
“Yeah, considering he always tells me he has her under control. Anyway, let me stop.”
“Yeah, you stop. Bye, big sis.”
“Bye, baby sis.”
“Whip Appeal”
Sunday, March 30, 2008
9:09 a.m.
W
here’re you going?” Lavender asked with squinted eyes, carefully exiting his brief slumber. He rubbed the back of his curly head to soothe his daze.
He’d spent the night at Milan’s house for the fourth night in a row. His three-bedroom home in Fairburn was now rarely occupied. They’d seemed to make Milan’s home their convenient sanctuary, mainly because she lived a bit closer to the club than he did.
Only wearing his boxers, he laid his muscular, long body upon the woven purple sheets of her platform canopy bed, buried underneath a layer of soft covers. The dungeon bed was fully equipped with a sex swing and overhead bars. The oversize playpen provided plenty of room for a kinky royal rumble.
As usual, Milan was a mere stitch away from naked while she stood in her well-organized walk-in closet deciding what to wear. “I’m going to church.”
He could see her from glorious head to toe. “Without me?”
“You were sleeping.”
“You could have tried to wake me up.”
She spoke without aiming her sights his way. “Well, I didn’t.” A click of her tongue followed her words.
He lay on his side, adjusting the down pillow under his head. “You need to be right here in bed with me. With your fine ass.” He adored every inch of her. Even her shadow.
“I need to get ready to leave.” She snatched a wine-colored skirt from its hanger.
“Milan, come here. Cut out that tough girl act.” He patted the bed and stared as though begging for her happy side.
“Why?” Her one-word question was resistant.
“Just come here.”
She still ignored the sight of him. “I’m getting dressed.”
“Don’t make me come and get you.” His tone was playful but the look on his face was stern.
She laid the skirt on the oak dressing table, smoothed the fabric with her hand, and tried to fight off a half grin. Her one dimple flashed. “Please. Your ass is not getting out of that bed and you know it.”
“What I know is that you need to walk yourself right on over here so I can talk to you.”
Milan exited the closet and stood in place, bringing her hand to her hip. “What?” She slowly brought him her eyes.
“Cut out the attitude.”
She took another step. “Lavender, I am not in the mood right now, okay?”
“Neither am I. So say that while you’re walking.” He pointed toward the side of the bed.
Milan stood still. She shook her head and looked down, and then took the few steps to her man. She stood before him, wearing her tiny purple panties and a very tiny smile, and dropped her eyes down at his face. She folded her arms along her flat belly.
He shifted his body and scooted back, leaning against their leather headboard. “Good girl. Now, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the fact that Ramada came up in the club and started all this crap. I don’t blame you for being mad. I won’t try to excuse myself from this shit. I asked you to trust me and I was wrong.” His eyes agreed with his words. “We’ll get through this.”
She shifted her weight. “Lavender, it’s tough to think about anything else right now. I’ve worked hard to make the club what it is, and I can’t afford anyone trying to bring it down. It’s been rough. You know that.”
“I do. And I’m in this with you, for many reasons.”
She gave a grand sigh. “Well, I appreciate your apology.”
“Thank you.”
Milan’s heart gave a soft twist in her chest. She took small, slow steps forward, leaned onto the bed, and crawled toward him as she planted a kiss on Lavender’s lips. The pucker was loud. Their stares were focused and deep.
He said with a commanding smile, “Can you spare a few minutes for your man?”
Her eyes were baby doll big. “I might be able to work that out.”
“Please allow me to bury the hatchet.” Lavender’s stare traveled from her face to her full breasts. He pulled the covers away from his body and removed his boxers. His good-morning penis had already extended its full length, and she noticed immediately. Her tawny nipples began to harden at the sight of him.
Milan took off her panties and gave them a toss. She positioned herself to straddle him like she was mounting a motorcycle. His dick met the exact point of her vagina. She rubbed her juiciness along his shaft, and he moaned.
He said, “You always do it to me. You always make my dick hard at the sight of you.”
She spoke not a word, though her eyes answered him, and she eased herself upon his dick, guiding him into her body with a slow lowering of her dark pinkness. He swelled inside of her and she contracted with every inch of entry until his dick was completely gone from sight, deep inside of Milan, exploring her from the inside.
Milan began to bounce her slender body. Her long, shiny black hair hung past her shoulders and swayed in response to her sultry movements.
Her pussy sucked his dick and sucked it well.
He buried himself inside, stretching her. “Take that dick,” Lavender said while grinding himself to the exact rhythm of her hungry fucking skills. He looked up at her face, examining the obvious expression of dick-riding pleasure that coated her skin. It was a look of utter ecstasy. Milan’s eyes were shut tight, and her bottom lip met her upper teeth. Her breathing was fast paced and so was her bounce.
Her voice was suddenly sex symbol seductive. She always talked shit. It was the bad girl in her. She was always a vixen in the sheets. “I love to fuck my dick. My dick is right where it belongs. Deep inside of this pussy, hiding out like it fucking ran away from home. I should just keep it and walk around with my dick all day so I can cum on it whenever I want.”
“Hell, I wish you could.”
“Now I know why Ramada is pulling that crazy shit. This hard-ass dick is so damn good. But this is mine now and ain’t nobody gettin any of this. Nobody.”
“If you say so.”
“I say so.”
Lavender closed his eyes. He ground faster and reopened them. “You wouldn’t let Dee ride this dick?”
“Dakota? Hell no. Dakota can only wonder what this black dick would be like.”
