Seductive Company (24 page)
Authors: Sexy India,Red Snapper
She looked at her straight as she replied, “Well it’s the truth...take it or leave it!”
Danika smiled as she replied, “So, I guess you sleeping with me the other night was all part of the plan too, huh?”
Whitney frowned as she replied, “I thought we were just kickin’ it...so now you think I was trying to set you up...what the fuck is wrong with you?”
Suddenly across the room, Travis was standing there listening to the conversation. He slipped into the room without them even noticing as he responded, “Yeah...what IS wrong with you Ms. Winfield...you seem a bit edgy lately?”
Whitney rose up and immediately strolled over toward Travis instantaneously embracing him as she responded, “Baby...I didn’t hear you come in...Danika was just...”
He immediately interrupted her, “Just leaving...Ms. Winfield I’ll get with you, later...now please see your way to the door!”
She gazed at him with a malicious expression as she unhurriedly strolled toward the door. When she reached the door she quickly turned around to face him as she replied, “You really don’t have a clue do you, Travis?”
She opened the door, sauntering out the suite without closing it as he replied, “That’s Mr. St Croix to you!”
♠♠♠
Ursula had nervously been chain-smoking, and warm, angry tears had ruined her mascara as she sat there in a dark corner of the bar. Her lipstick had worn off on the stubs of the cigarettes. She downed several drinks as she thought about what she saw in that infamous packet. She was already frustrated with the fact that she slept with a man who her best friend had been sleeping with and now this. She was very distraught. After a few minutes, Marc came into the place and walked over toward the bar. She immediately caught a glimpse of him and tried to hide before he noticed her presence. He turned as if he felt someone staring at him. He strolled quickly over toward the table as he became aware of her presence. He immediately detected that something was wrong with her as he stood there watching her rub her eyes.
“
Ursula...Why are you sitting over here in the dark?”
She smiled slightly as she responded, Hey Marc...what are you doing in here?”
He gazed at her with concern as he replied, “I come here sometimes to have a few drinks...Ursula...what’s going on?”
She looked at him, sipped her drink and then motioned for him to sit down across from her. She immediately fired up another cigarette as she responded, “India’s coming home in the next couple of days.”
His face lit up as he responded, “That’s great news...right?”
She sat there for a brief second before she responded to his question.
“
Ahhh...yeah...but there's a little problem that India needs to address as soon as she gets back in town.”
Marc was very concerned as he immediately responded, “What is it Ursula...what’s going on?” “Is India in some type of trouble?”
She look up at him as she gulped her drink down and motioned to the bar maid to bring her another. He looked at her as he quickly replied, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight?”
She frowned as she responded, “Look Marc...don’t you come in here telling me what to do!” “Don’t you think I know when I’ve had enough to drink?”
As soon as she said that, she attempted to put her glass back on the table but missed and almost fell off her chair. Marc and his quick response prevented her from doing that, so as he helped her back into her seat. He looked at her and responded, “I think you need to sleep this off...I’m gonna call you a cab!
“
No...Wait,” she immediately replied as she looked him straight in his eyes, “Why don’t you take me home...I trust you Kenneth uh...I mean...Marc...to take me home, okay!”
As she tried to stand up she quickly began to fall forward and instantly Marc grabbed her by her shoulders to break her fall. He looked at her as the tears in her eyes instantly began to run down her face as she replied, “I just don’t understand what she was thinking...why she did that?”
Marc was confused about Ursula blabbing and tried to decipher what she was saying. He quickly escorted her out of the bar toward his car. As he put her in the passenger side of his car he thought, “I really need to find out what is going with India...whatever it is I want to help her!” “I have to let her know that I truly care about her and this is my chance to let her know how I really feel!”
He fastened her seat beat and closed the door. As he strolled around to the driver’s side of the car, he could hear her whispering something under her breath as he finally got in the car. As he started the engine he thought, I wish I could get somebody to watch her...I need to find out if India is alright!”
♠♠♠
After about forty minutes, Marc pulled up in front of Ursula’s apartment complex. He parked the car and quickly strolled around toward the passenger side of the vehicle to open her door. As he opened the door, he noticed that Ursula was still mumbling gibberish that did not make any sense as he sighed heavily and then unfastened her seat belt. He quickly noticed that she was in no shape to walk up to her apartment so he immediately picked her up and slammed the door with his leg. As he strolled toward the apartment building, Ursula began to giggle as if her husband was taking her over the threshold on their wedding night. He looked down at her suddenly realizing that this was the first time that he had ever been this close to her. He observed her pearly white skin and her blonde hair that was now covering her left cheek. He thought as he got to the foyer of the building, “She ain’t half bad...she just needs to find someone for herself!”
Finally, Marc got Ursula to her apartment door. He put her down to get her to stand on her feet and then he asked, “Do you have your key?”
She smiled as she reached in her purse to get the key. After several seconds of searching, she finally found it and put it in front of his face. He tried to take the key from but she decided she wanted to play games and began to jerk them back from him. She did this several times as he tried desperately to retrieve the key from her hand until he finally became frustrated and said, “Look Ursula...I need you to give me the key!”
She smiled and then she stretched her key clad hand toward him, but when he tried to get the key, she allowed it to drop in her blouse between her large breasts. He immediately pulled his hands back as she began to giggle profusely as she said, “Well...I guess if you want the key you gotta get it from my boobies!”
As much as he wanted to just leave her standing there and walk away he didn’t he just looked down at her with a angry expression as he said, “You better be glad that I’m a man who cares about what happens to you!”
He reached toward her breasts, sliding his hand between them as he grabbed the key with his fingertips. Before he could get his hand out between her breasts, she moved his hands toward her harden nipple. She looked up at him as she said in a raspy sensuous voice, “Squeeze it for me, daddy.”
He gazed down at her as he noticed that her nipples were now protruding through her sheer blouse, which made him, began to sweat. He slowly squeezed her nipple as she requested and she closed her eyes so she could tune into his touch. He had to admit to himself that her breast was feeling good as he suddenly realized that he had never been inside a white woman before. As the thought dwelled in his mind for a brief minute, he quickly pulled his hand out of her blouse as he thought about what he was doing. He quickly regrouped and stuck the key into the door lock, twisted it, to unlock the door. What happened next took him by surprise as the door opened wide; she immediately reached up and kissed him. As she kissed him, he did not return the kiss as she continues to pull him into her apartment. He looked down at her and says, “Why are you doing this Ursula...you know how I feel!”
She laughed as she replied, “You want India...why do you want her so bad?” “You can have me if you want...I’m ready right now!” Just take me...!”
He grabbed her slightly pushing her into the apartment and closing the door behind him. She tried to kiss him again but he refused as he tried to get her to go into the bedroom to lie down. She continued to pursue him as she took off her blouse exposing her large mammaries to him. He stood there for a brief moment as he gazed at her creamy white breasts and her pick hard nipples. As he tried to stay focused on what he was doing , he quickly grabbed the folded blanket that was lying on the end of the bed and wrapped it around her, as he said, “Ursula...please get a hold of you...stop this I say!’
She frowned as she felt rejection and humiliation from his actions. She glared at him as she replied, “You know something, I knew you was gay when I first laid eyes on you...I know you’ve got to be gay to turn down this white pussy!”
He looked her up and down as he responded, “You’re just drunk, Ursula...you need to sleep it off and thank me in the morning!”
She stepped over toward the bed and immediately lay down as she replied, “You just scared of this white pussy...that’s it...scared of it because you know you can’t handle this!”
Before she could get her head on the pillow, she had passed out like a light. He slowly strolled over toward her to make sure she was still breathing as he thought, “I wonder if she has that packet here with her?”
He strolled out of the bedroom, searching around to see if he could find her attaché case. He looked around until he finally spotted it in the corner next to the umbrella stand by the door. He quickly ran over to retrieve it and he thought, “Just my luck, she has this damn thing locked.”
Slowly, he put his thumbs on the release buttons as he closed his eyes, “Please open...!”
As he pushed the buttons with his thumbs, he felt a slight tug as the latches holding the attaché case closed suddenly released, opening the case. He quickly opened his eyes as he pushed open the case and searched the contents. He moved around the papers that were covering a large brown packet. As he moved the papers around, he carefully took the packet out of the case and observed it. He sighed as he whispered in a low breath, “Whatever’s in this packet...I know India is not part of it!”
He unhurriedly opened the packet, slowly pulling out the contents within as he whispered again, “Whatever’s in this packet...I know India is not part of it!”
He looked down at the papers that were now in his hand as he began to read the documents. He could not believe what he was reading as he thought, “India is involved with this?” “This can’t be true...something is just not right here?”
He commenced to filter through the papers until he came across some photos, which were of India, and several different sexual partners having some alluring and detailed sex. Marc was devastated as he flipped through the photos. He tried extremely hard to refute the images that he saw in those photos as he tried to disbelieve that India would be part of a conspiracy to embezzle millions from the corporation to fund an explicit sexual pleasure ring. He was completely distraught as he put the contents back into the packet, placing back in her attaché case. One thing he did notice was the facial features on the photos of India was a little distorted which left him to believe that it was possibility that she could be caught in the middle of a set-up scandal. He strolled toward the door as he thought, “I’ve got to find out more about this...It really doesn’t make sense...I just don’t believe India could do something like this!” “I’m gonna find out one way or another...who’s behind this shit and I gonna make sure they’re stopped!”
18
S
everal hours later India was standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to open as she thought about Whitney. She knew that she was about to go back home and she wanted to thank her for all she had done to keep her secret in the closet. As the elevators doors opened, several members of the Bahamian Police Department stopped her as she stepped out of the elevator. Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to find out what had happened down the hall. After she and several other guests were told to stay behind, the now stretched out “DO NOT CROSS – POLICE tape, she quickly noticed that all the commotion was coming from her friend, Whitney’s suite. Now she was really feeling timorous as she thought, “Should I tell them that I know her or should I just keep my mouth shut?” “What happened down there?”
Before she could make a decision, one of the police officers motioned to the officer who was holding back the guests to allow India to cross the police line. He looked at her as he said in his Caribbean distinctive accent, “You may pass Miss!”
She smiled slightly as she stepped under the yellow line, quickly making her way toward Whitney’s room. As she slowly strolled toward the crowd of police officers that were now parading around the area, it was as if she was travelling in slow motion as the words of everyone around her sounded extremely sluggish. She was frightened as she thought about what was waiting for her in her friend’s room. She hoped that it was just a small misunderstanding with Travis or a minor medical issue, but deep down in her soul she knew it was more than just a lover’s quarrel. She knew it was much deeper than that.
Danika smiled as she replied, “So, I guess you sleeping with me the other night was all part of the plan too, huh?”
Whitney frowned as she replied, “I thought we were just kickin’ it...so now you think I was trying to set you up...what the fuck is wrong with you?”
Suddenly across the room, Travis was standing there listening to the conversation. He slipped into the room without them even noticing as he responded, “Yeah...what IS wrong with you Ms. Winfield...you seem a bit edgy lately?”
Whitney rose up and immediately strolled over toward Travis instantaneously embracing him as she responded, “Baby...I didn’t hear you come in...Danika was just...”
He immediately interrupted her, “Just leaving...Ms. Winfield I’ll get with you, later...now please see your way to the door!”
She gazed at him with a malicious expression as she unhurriedly strolled toward the door. When she reached the door she quickly turned around to face him as she replied, “You really don’t have a clue do you, Travis?”
She opened the door, sauntering out the suite without closing it as he replied, “That’s Mr. St Croix to you!”
♠♠♠
Ursula had nervously been chain-smoking, and warm, angry tears had ruined her mascara as she sat there in a dark corner of the bar. Her lipstick had worn off on the stubs of the cigarettes. She downed several drinks as she thought about what she saw in that infamous packet. She was already frustrated with the fact that she slept with a man who her best friend had been sleeping with and now this. She was very distraught. After a few minutes, Marc came into the place and walked over toward the bar. She immediately caught a glimpse of him and tried to hide before he noticed her presence. He turned as if he felt someone staring at him. He strolled quickly over toward the table as he became aware of her presence. He immediately detected that something was wrong with her as he stood there watching her rub her eyes.
“
Ursula...Why are you sitting over here in the dark?”
She smiled slightly as she responded, Hey Marc...what are you doing in here?”
He gazed at her with concern as he replied, “I come here sometimes to have a few drinks...Ursula...what’s going on?”
She looked at him, sipped her drink and then motioned for him to sit down across from her. She immediately fired up another cigarette as she responded, “India’s coming home in the next couple of days.”
His face lit up as he responded, “That’s great news...right?”
She sat there for a brief second before she responded to his question.
“
Ahhh...yeah...but there's a little problem that India needs to address as soon as she gets back in town.”
Marc was very concerned as he immediately responded, “What is it Ursula...what’s going on?” “Is India in some type of trouble?”
She look up at him as she gulped her drink down and motioned to the bar maid to bring her another. He looked at her as he quickly replied, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight?”
She frowned as she responded, “Look Marc...don’t you come in here telling me what to do!” “Don’t you think I know when I’ve had enough to drink?”
As soon as she said that, she attempted to put her glass back on the table but missed and almost fell off her chair. Marc and his quick response prevented her from doing that, so as he helped her back into her seat. He looked at her and responded, “I think you need to sleep this off...I’m gonna call you a cab!
“
No...Wait,” she immediately replied as she looked him straight in his eyes, “Why don’t you take me home...I trust you Kenneth uh...I mean...Marc...to take me home, okay!”
As she tried to stand up she quickly began to fall forward and instantly Marc grabbed her by her shoulders to break her fall. He looked at her as the tears in her eyes instantly began to run down her face as she replied, “I just don’t understand what she was thinking...why she did that?”
Marc was confused about Ursula blabbing and tried to decipher what she was saying. He quickly escorted her out of the bar toward his car. As he put her in the passenger side of his car he thought, “I really need to find out what is going with India...whatever it is I want to help her!” “I have to let her know that I truly care about her and this is my chance to let her know how I really feel!”
He fastened her seat beat and closed the door. As he strolled around to the driver’s side of the car, he could hear her whispering something under her breath as he finally got in the car. As he started the engine he thought, I wish I could get somebody to watch her...I need to find out if India is alright!”
♠♠♠
After about forty minutes, Marc pulled up in front of Ursula’s apartment complex. He parked the car and quickly strolled around toward the passenger side of the vehicle to open her door. As he opened the door, he noticed that Ursula was still mumbling gibberish that did not make any sense as he sighed heavily and then unfastened her seat belt. He quickly noticed that she was in no shape to walk up to her apartment so he immediately picked her up and slammed the door with his leg. As he strolled toward the apartment building, Ursula began to giggle as if her husband was taking her over the threshold on their wedding night. He looked down at her suddenly realizing that this was the first time that he had ever been this close to her. He observed her pearly white skin and her blonde hair that was now covering her left cheek. He thought as he got to the foyer of the building, “She ain’t half bad...she just needs to find someone for herself!”
Finally, Marc got Ursula to her apartment door. He put her down to get her to stand on her feet and then he asked, “Do you have your key?”
She smiled as she reached in her purse to get the key. After several seconds of searching, she finally found it and put it in front of his face. He tried to take the key from but she decided she wanted to play games and began to jerk them back from him. She did this several times as he tried desperately to retrieve the key from her hand until he finally became frustrated and said, “Look Ursula...I need you to give me the key!”
She smiled and then she stretched her key clad hand toward him, but when he tried to get the key, she allowed it to drop in her blouse between her large breasts. He immediately pulled his hands back as she began to giggle profusely as she said, “Well...I guess if you want the key you gotta get it from my boobies!”
As much as he wanted to just leave her standing there and walk away he didn’t he just looked down at her with a angry expression as he said, “You better be glad that I’m a man who cares about what happens to you!”
He reached toward her breasts, sliding his hand between them as he grabbed the key with his fingertips. Before he could get his hand out between her breasts, she moved his hands toward her harden nipple. She looked up at him as she said in a raspy sensuous voice, “Squeeze it for me, daddy.”
He gazed down at her as he noticed that her nipples were now protruding through her sheer blouse, which made him, began to sweat. He slowly squeezed her nipple as she requested and she closed her eyes so she could tune into his touch. He had to admit to himself that her breast was feeling good as he suddenly realized that he had never been inside a white woman before. As the thought dwelled in his mind for a brief minute, he quickly pulled his hand out of her blouse as he thought about what he was doing. He quickly regrouped and stuck the key into the door lock, twisted it, to unlock the door. What happened next took him by surprise as the door opened wide; she immediately reached up and kissed him. As she kissed him, he did not return the kiss as she continues to pull him into her apartment. He looked down at her and says, “Why are you doing this Ursula...you know how I feel!”
She laughed as she replied, “You want India...why do you want her so bad?” “You can have me if you want...I’m ready right now!” Just take me...!”
He grabbed her slightly pushing her into the apartment and closing the door behind him. She tried to kiss him again but he refused as he tried to get her to go into the bedroom to lie down. She continued to pursue him as she took off her blouse exposing her large mammaries to him. He stood there for a brief moment as he gazed at her creamy white breasts and her pick hard nipples. As he tried to stay focused on what he was doing , he quickly grabbed the folded blanket that was lying on the end of the bed and wrapped it around her, as he said, “Ursula...please get a hold of you...stop this I say!’
She frowned as she felt rejection and humiliation from his actions. She glared at him as she replied, “You know something, I knew you was gay when I first laid eyes on you...I know you’ve got to be gay to turn down this white pussy!”
He looked her up and down as he responded, “You’re just drunk, Ursula...you need to sleep it off and thank me in the morning!”
She stepped over toward the bed and immediately lay down as she replied, “You just scared of this white pussy...that’s it...scared of it because you know you can’t handle this!”
Before she could get her head on the pillow, she had passed out like a light. He slowly strolled over toward her to make sure she was still breathing as he thought, “I wonder if she has that packet here with her?”
He strolled out of the bedroom, searching around to see if he could find her attaché case. He looked around until he finally spotted it in the corner next to the umbrella stand by the door. He quickly ran over to retrieve it and he thought, “Just my luck, she has this damn thing locked.”
Slowly, he put his thumbs on the release buttons as he closed his eyes, “Please open...!”
As he pushed the buttons with his thumbs, he felt a slight tug as the latches holding the attaché case closed suddenly released, opening the case. He quickly opened his eyes as he pushed open the case and searched the contents. He moved around the papers that were covering a large brown packet. As he moved the papers around, he carefully took the packet out of the case and observed it. He sighed as he whispered in a low breath, “Whatever’s in this packet...I know India is not part of it!”
He unhurriedly opened the packet, slowly pulling out the contents within as he whispered again, “Whatever’s in this packet...I know India is not part of it!”
He looked down at the papers that were now in his hand as he began to read the documents. He could not believe what he was reading as he thought, “India is involved with this?” “This can’t be true...something is just not right here?”
He commenced to filter through the papers until he came across some photos, which were of India, and several different sexual partners having some alluring and detailed sex. Marc was devastated as he flipped through the photos. He tried extremely hard to refute the images that he saw in those photos as he tried to disbelieve that India would be part of a conspiracy to embezzle millions from the corporation to fund an explicit sexual pleasure ring. He was completely distraught as he put the contents back into the packet, placing back in her attaché case. One thing he did notice was the facial features on the photos of India was a little distorted which left him to believe that it was possibility that she could be caught in the middle of a set-up scandal. He strolled toward the door as he thought, “I’ve got to find out more about this...It really doesn’t make sense...I just don’t believe India could do something like this!” “I’m gonna find out one way or another...who’s behind this shit and I gonna make sure they’re stopped!”
18
S
everal hours later India was standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to open as she thought about Whitney. She knew that she was about to go back home and she wanted to thank her for all she had done to keep her secret in the closet. As the elevators doors opened, several members of the Bahamian Police Department stopped her as she stepped out of the elevator. Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to find out what had happened down the hall. After she and several other guests were told to stay behind, the now stretched out “DO NOT CROSS – POLICE tape, she quickly noticed that all the commotion was coming from her friend, Whitney’s suite. Now she was really feeling timorous as she thought, “Should I tell them that I know her or should I just keep my mouth shut?” “What happened down there?”
Before she could make a decision, one of the police officers motioned to the officer who was holding back the guests to allow India to cross the police line. He looked at her as he said in his Caribbean distinctive accent, “You may pass Miss!”
She smiled slightly as she stepped under the yellow line, quickly making her way toward Whitney’s room. As she slowly strolled toward the crowd of police officers that were now parading around the area, it was as if she was travelling in slow motion as the words of everyone around her sounded extremely sluggish. She was frightened as she thought about what was waiting for her in her friend’s room. She hoped that it was just a small misunderstanding with Travis or a minor medical issue, but deep down in her soul she knew it was more than just a lover’s quarrel. She knew it was much deeper than that.
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