Erotic City (9 page)
“That’s fine. Do we need to talk about any rules?” she asked.
“We’ve covered all of this before.”
“Well, it’s been a while since we went to The Playpen. And we’ve never been to this club before, so I just wanna make sure.”
He recited the rules as though they were etched in his head. “No flirting unless I show you who I’m interested in. No making a move unless we’re both attracted. No kissing. Use condoms.”
“Okay. And we won’t leave each other’s side other than to go to the bathroom. Unlike last time.”
“Last time I went to the bar.” He pointed to her with his eyes. “You tripped.”
She filled the pot with water. “You didn’t tell me I’d be standing alone for thirty minutes.”
“Let’s not go there.”
“Let’s not.” Her sigh was small.
Lavender noticed and said, “Ramada, we can go some other time. It’s on you.”
She poured the water, slid the pot under the filter, and walked up to Lavender. She used both hands to hold his hand. Her voice and her eyes were now seductive. “I’m down for it. Taj is gone. I think we need to spice things up anyway. Besides, you know how I love watching you please another woman.” She looked him square in the eyes.
He did not blink. He turned his head to the side and took a big sip of his juice. He swallowed and then balled up the package. “Then like I said, I’m gonna go get dressed.” He took a step from her, raised his hand up high, and made a three-point shot into the trash can near the side door.
Ramada turned away from him and opened the cupboard, reaching for a ceramic coffee mug. “I’ll hit the shower in Taj’s room,” she told him.
“You do that.” He still had not forgotten.
“Little Red Corvette”
Friday, March 30, 2007
11:59 p.m.
B
y midnight, Ramada and Lavender paid their couple’s membership fee and were buzzed inside of the adult playground, Erotic City, hand in hand. They both had looks of sexploration on their faces.
Lavender led the way, looking grown and sexy. The club was not too crowded and not too empty.
“Little Red Corvette” played as they weaved through the dance floor and headed for the bar. Ramada took a seat and Lavender stood. He’d brought a bottle of Crown Royal.
“Here you go,” Lavender said close to the ear of the female bartender. It was the rule to store your bottle behind the bar. No glass was allowed because some members walked around barefoot. And it was self-pour only, because like most sex clubs they didn’t have a liquor license.
The bartender was young and brunette and dressed meagerly in hot pants and a tight black peekaboo top that hosted her oversize breasts. She took the unopened fifth with one hand and pressed her eyeglasses close to the bridge of her pointy nose with the other. “And your membership number?” she asked.
“It’s 30291,” he replied after glancing at his card. He noticed her undeniable cleavage, boob man that he was.
Ramada noticed him noticing but was unfazed.
The lady bartender spoke to Lavender but offered her smiling eyes to Ramada’s fully occupied red bra. “You want to break it open now?” She placed a big orange sticker on the front of the bottle and wrote their number in black marker.
“Yes, please.”
“As long as you pour. You want two glasses?”
He nodded. “Yes. On the rocks, please.”
“Coming right up.”
Lavender stood close to Ramada while they both checked out the premises. Ramada nodded to the beat of the music.
The bartender returned and placed their ice-filled cups in front of them. “My name is Destiny.”
Lavender nodded. “Destiny.”
Ramada grinned.
The bartender grinned back and handed them back their bottle.
“Appreciate it.” He opened it and began to pour. “Oh, and some Coke, too, please.”
“No problem.” She wiped off the counter and gave another smile to Ramada, reaching down to grab two cans of soda. “Is this your wife?”
“My lady.”
“Pretty lady.” She placed a can near the cups.
“Thanks.” Ramada blushed.
“You’re welcome,” the lady said, stepping away to another couple.
Lavender shook his head and laughed as he mixed their drinks and placed a five-dollar tip on the bar. “Yeah, the ladies always have loved you. I’m not surprised.” He took a big sip.
Ramada took her drink and swirled around the ice cubes with her finger. “You, too.”
“You’re sure you were never with a woman before we met?” Lavender asked.
“I’m sure.”
“Because you know what to do, I’ll say that much.” He took another swallow.
Ramada took a small sip and licked her lips. “You taught me everything I know.”
“That might be the other way around. I thought the lady we got with at the hotel was gonna loose her mind when you . . . well, when you were doing whatever it is you do down there.”
“I do the same thing you do to me. Besides, I’m not the one who made her cum. You did.” Ramada again checked out the other swingers. “That orgasm was from when she was getting some Lavender dick.” Ramada locked sights on someone. “Speaking of dick. What do you think?”
Lavender tried to trace her stare. “What?”
She pointed in the exact direction. “About him?”
Lavender saw who she was speaking of. “About him what?”
“He’s cute.”
Lavender looked away and faced her. “Ramada. What are you doing?”
She nodded toward the dark and cute, twenty-something man. “Flirting. We said we’d ask each other.” The man walked away, but turned to see that she was still looking at him, looking at her.
Lavender placed his half-empty drink on the bar, resting his foot along the bottom on Ramada’s chair. “Why are you acting like we suddenly agreed to allow men in on this? This is a female-female-male threesome. That’s it. That’s how we do it. That’s how it’s always been.”
Ramada found a new direction to look in. “Yeah, but he was cute. But I hear you, Mr. Double Standard.”
Lavender simply stared at Ramada.
She said, “What about who I like?” Her eyes continued to scan the room like she was T&A shopping.
“As far as women. We already went over this.”
“I just wanna make sure I’ve got it right. So, if I like that sexy bartender, or, let’s say, that person over there, and you do, too, then we’re cool.” She nodded in the direction of someone else.
Lavender did not look where she was looking. “I’m still working on your double standard comment. No man is gonna see me, or you, do our thing. Period. Call it whatever you want.”
“But a woman can see you do your thing, right?” she asked. Her eyes were still busy.
He leaned back against the bar and crossed his arms. “Ramada, we’ve been here three minutes and we’re having problems already. I’m not gonna take one for the team because you’ve suddenly got the hots for some man.”
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It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes
” is what folks on the dance floor were singing in unison, dancing like a group of strippers.
Ramada used her pinky to point toward the end of the dance floor. “I’m trying to get you to look at that lady over there. She’s looking at us.” Ramada set her drink down without looking. “I’ll be right back.”
Lavender picked up his drink and watched where she was headed. She stepped like a runway model, wearing her red bra and jean shorts with two-tone, denim and red peep-toe heels. She stepped up to a woman.
He guzzled his drink and replaced his cup on the bar. Ramada and the woman approached.
“Lavender, she’s bi curious and she wants to play,” Ramada said, giving flirty eyes to the woman, and to him. She asked the skinny woman with the big eyes and long blonde hair, “Do you like him?”
The woman’s eyes flirted. She held her silver clutch bag close to her chest. Her black cat suit seemed painted on. She had a bronze summer tan in the spring. She looked tall, but about six of her inches were mirrored platform stripper shoes. Her undeniable marshmallow scent matched the fragrance of M by Mariah Carey. “He’s cute.” Her eyelashes batted.
Ramada asked Lavender. “Do you like her?”
He checked her out up and down. What was not to like? She looked like a living, breathing calendar girl. As his eyes made their journey, he noticed her subtle, shapely hips and tiny waist, flat stomach and wide mouth. “Yes.”
“Then let’s go,” said Ramada.
She led the way and Lavender brought up the rear, watching them both from behind. Ramada headed to a private room and removed her clothes. Right away, she lay on her back upon the white sheet and exposed her crotchless red panties, opening her legs and bending her knees back, still keeping her heels on.
Lavender pulled the door to. He stood at the foot of the twin bed.
The woman pulled off her tight clothing, exposing her small chest, and kept her eyes on Ramada. She said to Lavender, “Aren’t you going to show me how you do it. How you turn her on? Or should I go first?”
Ramada’s anxiousness was apparent. “I don’t care which one of you starts but one of y’all needs to start eating some pussy.”
“Go right ahead,” Lavender said, waving his hand toward Ramada while he took off his clothes. The woman knelt to her knees upon the bed and buried her face in between Ramada’s neatly trimmed vagina. She immediately found Ramada’s hood and exposed her oversize pearl. Curiosity was trying to kill the cat.
Ramada rolled her eyes back and reached one hand out toward Lavender. Her words were throaty. “Now you come here.”
He stepped to her and she took his penis in her right hand. Before she could get going with a mouth-boning session for her man’s at-attention dick, the woman shifted from Ramada’s most private part, grabbed Lavender’s dick from her, and stuck it as far back inside of her mouth as he would go. Lavender looked shocked and his dick agreed. It pulsated as if it could have said, “Damn.”
Ramada got up, wearing only her skimpy panties, and stood behind Lavender, rubbing his sensitive back and massaging his shoulders as he looked down upon his new friend’s extraspecial dick-sucking skills. The fact that she was a stranger had him extra hard.
Ramada looked back toward the doorway, and there stood the young man who had been eyeing her earlier, peeking inside. She tossed her cognac hair back in a girlie way and gave him a bad-girl stare. She brought her tittie to her own mouth and sucked her nipple while turning to eye him just below the waist. He stepped in farther.
Suddenly, the woman backed her head away and positioned her hungry vagina to meet Lavender’s saliva-wet dick. She had a foil package from a gold magnum XL penis hat in her hand, which she opened with her teeth and placed on him, and then she opened her legs wide enough for him to see where she was coming from . . . where he needed to be.
Wearing only his socks and with tunnel vision, he braced himself and leaned forward to feed her, rubbing his dickhead along her light brown, long pussy hairs. He plunged inside. It was wet and hot and tight.
She jerked and pressed toward him for more. “Uhhhh,” she said softly. Her right leg shook the deeper he got. And so did her moans.
His eyes involuntarily closed and he dipped inside with a fury.
The man who was standing at the door was now kneeling behind a totally naked Ramada, sticking his stiff tongue in and out of her ass, licking her butt cheeks, and fingering her honey pot from behind like he was trying to hit her G-spot.
As Lavender moaned, Ramada said, “Yeah. Get that shit,” keeping her hands on Lavender’s spine, his hot spot. She began breathing heavier and leaned her tits along Lavender’s back, as though assisting him in getting his fuck on.
Lavender turned to his side to get a view of their X-rated, three-part entwinement and saw the fourth party, the young man, with his hands and mouth all over his preorgasmic woman. Lavender’s eyes widened in alarm. He pulled out and peeled off the condom. He tossed it and said to the woman, “Excuse me.”
He came to a fast stance and put his clothes back on. The man stood up and gave Lavender a look like he was ready for whatever.
Ramada hurried to Lavender, who was fighting himself mentally, working to chase away an instinct to physically beat her ass, or his. But he knew that if he did, he would literally hurt somebody. But the thought of killing at least one of them kept his dick hard. He gave a forceful exhale.
Ramada’s eyes begged along with her frantic words. “Baby, wait.” She tried to take his hand.
He raised both hands in the air. “Baby, no. It’s cool. If that’s what you want, it’s fine. But find someone else who’s cool with it, too. I’m not. I told you. I don’t share.”
“But, baby.”
“No. You knew the rules. It’s all right.”
“You didn’t want to discuss the rules.”
The lady who’d just had the dick of life yanked out of her lay on her back completely still, with her abandoned vagina looking unsatisfied. The man looked at her. But she only looked at Lavender, just as Ramada did.
“You three enjoy yourselves. Good night, Ramada.” Lavender headed straight for the door.
Ramada stood and took two big steps as he walked away. “Wait.” She managed to touch his arm.
He yelled without looking back. “Get your hands off me.”
“Lavender,” she yelled louder.
He saluted the guy and said, “As you were,” and stormed out of the room, heading a few doors down to the men’s room. He stood before a ceramic sink and glanced at the tiny sample bottles of Scope. He broke open a bottle, swigged and then spit, and looked down at the travertine floor.
At that moment, the same man walked in and stood at the urinal. The man unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, and started to piss. Yet he managed to talk as well. He had a slick look of brotherly love in his eyes. “Man, I’m down. Didn’t mean for you to leave, dude. I thought maybe . . .”
Before the man could finish his sentence, Lavender tossed the tiny bottle and immediately headed back out, walking faster than fast. What was a lingering hardening of his penis had now shrunk down into two inches of softness.
He passed by the door of the open room and saw Ramada, giving him the evil eye, while the woman continued what she had started in the first place. Eating Ramada’s pussy, woman-to-woman.
