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Valencia took a quick peek but kept focused on claiming a spot at a large bar
table. She stepped to it and adjusted two leather stools, moving them closer
together. Her reply to Miki was a delayed half smile.

Miki noticed her reserve as they took their seats. “I keep forgetting
you’re about to get married, girl. I know Greg’s trippin out about
this girls-only stop of ours.”

“He is, with his insecure, narcissistic ass. But you know I don’t
give a damn.”

“Oh, girl, stop playin it off. You know you care.”

“No, really. I don’t. He can just move on if he can’t
handle it.”

“Oh please.” Miki crossed her legs and placed her purse on the
table. “He’s not going anywhere and neither are you. You two have
been together far too long.”

“True. That’s my point. If he doesn’t know me by now,
he’ll never know me. We both fucked anything that moved for years, but
hell, his ass went cold turkey so damn fast, it’s like he’s a
different person. But now he’s replaced fucking other people with choking
his chicken all damn day. Chronic masturbation is one fetish he’ll never
kick. And I don’t beat him up for beating himself up, now do I?”
Valencia tilted her head and gave a sly-looking smirk.

Miki shook the thought out of her mind and flashed her eyes as a stop sign.
“How long has he been doing that shit?”

Valencia only eyed their surroundings. “Greg has been addicted to
Internet porn ever since he gave up swinging. You know how that shit is. People
replace one craving with another. Thinks he can get over it on his own. Not.
I’m not trying to air his dirty laundry, but his own poppa left his mamma
after he fell in love with a hooker he almost stalked. I’ve heard of
she’s gotta have it, but damn, he’s really gotta have it in the
Hooks family. The men are truly hooked on something. Even Greg’s brother
was a crack addict. Folks just turn to something to cover up for what’s
missing, kind of a distraction. Yeah, his poppa and brother are a trip. But his
mamma’s cool. Whatever.”

Miki’s expression downshifted. “Val, I had no idea his family has
been through all of that. His mom looks so conservative, so Claire
Huxtable–like.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you can’t tell a book by its cover. Gotta
open it up and read it.” Valencia suddenly caught a glimpse of a major,
wagon-draggin, ba-donk-a-donk working overtime on the stage. Her train of
thought went from pissed off to turned on no time flat. She bounced her head to
the beat of the T.I. song “Big Things Poppin’.” “All I
know is, that there is da body of life, for real.”

Miki followed Valencia’s stare. Her sympathetic thoughts were
immediately stolen. “Oh heck yeah. She is fit and fine. Sure looks a whole
lot better than I ever did on that stage, I’ll tell you that.”

Valencia glanced down and gave an eye-check to make sure she had cash in her
two-tone croc clutch. “Have you ever thought about coming back and dancing
like you did when we first met? I mean just to make some extra money.” She
looked at Miki. “I’ll never forget you giving me that private dance
in the VIP room when I came in here with my girl Ferrari that night. You had me
lying flat on my back and you went to town. That was the shit, there.”

“That was a bed dance, Val. Hell, that seems like a lifetime ago. What
was it, like almost ten years?”

“Something like that.”

“That’s a long time. But no, I had my day. This place served its
purpose.” Miki looked around at another stage. “I made a lot of
money, but the best thing is if I hadn’t worked here, I wouldn’t
have met T.J.’s dad, with his foolish ass. Up in here after he got his
deal with Island Def Jam, throwin all his money around. After I got with him, he
got into some shit and got his ass fired, then his money got funny. Just my luck
I ended up getting pregnant by a deadbeat.”

“Girl, all those ball players and actors you met in here and dated, and
you ended up with Anthony. That boy can’t even keep up with his child
support payments.”

“That’s exactly why I have my friends with benefits.”

“What you have is a sugar daddy in Robert, you’re still messin
with your baby daddy, you have a man, and you met a rehab fuck at the meeting
tonight. That’s four friends with benefits.” She held up one finger
for each man. “My girl is a stone freak.”

Miki shot her eyes at Valencia and jerked her head back. “Excuse you? I
wouldn’t talk, Miss Equal Opportunity Love. Not after you admitted to
pushing the limits and licking a pussy till its raw in that meeting. And yes, I
do say, penis variety is the true spice of life. But I also say, since your ass
is engaged, you’re one to talk.”

Valencia nodded. “True. True. I admit if it ain’t freaky, it
ain’t right. Twosomes do bore my ass to death, unless it’s with
someone who looks like that.” She aimed her index finger at another extra
curvy silhouette approaching.

“Hey baby. How are you?” a woman wearing bright orange asked
Valencia.

They hugged and Valencia patted the girl’s meaty backside.
“I’m good. This is my girl Miki. Miki, this is Tangerine.
She’s the best.”

Tangerine spoke first. A smile curved her lips. “Hello.” Her
mandarin color lipstick was a beautiful contrast to her dark cocoa skin.

Miki offered a smile. “Pleased to meet you. Nice name.”

“Thanks. It’s kinda my trademark now. Everyone expects me to live
up to the orange thing.”

“It’s workin.”

Tangerine looked at Miki somewhere around her belly button. “I’ve
never seen you here before.”

Valencia explained. “Tangerine, Miki used to work here. She’s a
mamma now, so she doesn’t get out like she did before.”

Miki replied, “Well, I do every now and then. But I think it’s
been a few months since I’ve been here.”

“I’ve only been here a couple of months myself.”

Now Miki eyed Tangerine right around her crotch. “I see. Looks to me
like they hired the right person.”

Tangerine gave a flirtatious wink. “That’s a compliment, coming
from you.”

Miki blushed, flashing her deep-set dimples. “Believe me, that was a
while back.”

“You say so.”

Valencia touched the arm of a waitress who then stopped at their table.
“
Hola, mami.
Can I have a Guinness,
por favor
? And
what’ll you have, Miki?”

“A Long Island.”

Tangerine interjected quickly, “So can I get a drink, too?”

Valencia looked at Tangerine like she’d grown to expect the request.
“Of course.”

She asked, “Can I get an apple martini?”

“Fasho,” Valencia replied, also looking at the waitress.

“Okay,” the waitress said, making a mental note while wiping off
the bar table with a wet towel and then stepping away.

Valencia joked, but with serious eyes, “Girl, you’re gonna have
to work for that damn drink.”

“I’m down,” Tangerine said, while bending over to pull down
her sunburst-colored thong. She gave a wide smile to Valencia, exposing her
perfect, bleached teeth and gold tongue stud. She removed her skimpy, orange
satin peek-a-boo bra. Her firm, brown-sugar breasts were topped off by pointy
nipples.

Valencia said sultrily, “Dance for my girl. Make her hot for
me.”

“My pleasure.” Tangerine’s eyes agreed.

“Do her like you do me,” Valencia told her erotic-dancer
friend.

Miki eyeballed her buddy with a look of appreciation and positioned herself
so Tangerine could go straight to work.

“No, baby. No lap dance tonight. Stand up, baby. You’re about to
get the girlie grind of your life.”

Miki raised her eyebrows as the suggestive words spilled from
Tangerine’s grapefruit-scented glossy lips. As she stood, her glance
skimmed downward to the Playboy Bunny tattoo on the left side of
Tangerine’s flat belly.

Tangerine eased closer to Miki and pressed right up against Miki’s
pubic area in full circles. She moved mostly with her hips, like she was a
professional belly dancer, also making sure to swirl her breasts to
Miki’s, nipple to nipple. Against Miki’s tight blue jeans, Tangerine
held handfuls of Miki’s overly developed butt cheeks, as though her hands
were a booty brazier.

“Damn, you got a nice booty.” Tangerine spoke slowly and deeply
into Miki’s ear. “A coconut
derrière
.”

The warm words sent a shiver down Miki’s spine. Her eyes closed as if
commanded to do so.

Tangerine continued to lead the seductive body dance.

And they ground.

The waitress brought their drinks but none of the three noticed.

Eric Benet’s song “Chocolate Legs” did the honors,
escorting their sways and bumps while the two moved as one, as if they’d
done a naked lambada before.

Valencia simply sat back and watched while the heat rushed wall-to-wall
between her thighs. She opened her legs and leaned forward, resting her elbows
on her knees. She grabbed her own breast and squeezed it, then leaned all the
way back to make room for the heated rush of blood that flowed from her head to
her toe. She rubbed her own nipple back and forth through the fabric of her
black T-shirt, as if only the three of them were in the room.

With Miki being taller, Tangerine made sure to press her body right along the
shape of Valencia’s pee-bone. She pressed forward and back, adding more
pressure with each slow roll of body contact.

Tangerine held Miki tight. The long colorful nails of her left hand fanned
across the arch of Miki’s back. Her right hand spanned the line of
Miki’s body. She was providing enough X-rated contact to send Miki’s
head spinning and to send her erect clitoris into an extra-engorged stage that
spoke loud and clear throughout her body.

Tangerine bent down just so and gained a more forceful stance, massaging
Miki’s ass cheeks and kissing her neck. The warm, sweet breaths from
Tangerine’s sweet mouth sent waves of tingles down Miki’s back. Her
breathing grew more and more shallow. Miki’s eyes rolled back in her head,
and she abruptly jerked her orgasmic pussy against Tangerine’s bare body,
scrolling her clit along as it swelled in spurts.

By the time the one song wound down, Miki opened her eyes as Tangerine kissed
her on the lips. Miki kissed back.

Valencia asked, “You okay, baby?” She swigged two gulps of her
cold beer.

Miki shook her head and opened her eyes wide. “Ahhh, yeah. Where the
fuck was I?”

Tangerine replied, “I know where you were. You were in cum-candy land
with Tangerine. There’s more where that came from if you guys are down.
It’s up to you. There’s a VIP room available where we could all have
some real privacy.” Tangerine reached over to pick up her martini and gave
two fast swallows, licking her lips and batting her eyes.

Valencia said, “Oh no, not tonight. You already took my girl to another
level. Now it’s my turn to finish the job.” She downed her brew
again.

Miki eyed her Long Island, but didn’t touch it. “No, thanks. I
already had mine. It’s Val’s turn.”

“Okay. Okay, either way. But can I watch?” Tangerine asked, half
serious and half joking.

“No.” Valencia stood up, handed Tangerine two twenties, and
grabbed Miki by the hand. “We got this.”

Miki again eyed her drink, gave a lingering wink good-bye to her
not-so-private dancer, grabbed her purse, and let Valencia lead the way to
girl-on-girl.

*   *   *   

Minutes after pulling off into the late-night traffic, Miki had
Valencia’s right tittie released from her top and was sucking her nipple
like it was an overgrown clitoris. Valencia’s skin was scented with Lick
Me All Over, one of her many trademark body oils, and it was doing a serious
number on Miki’s head.

In the blink of a horny eye, the drive was done and they were at Miki’s
place. Miki was kneeling on her silver carpeted floor as she brought naked
Valencia’s wide hips to the edge of her queen bed, positioning her just
far enough upon her back. She placed a foam pillow under her ass and went to
work, just as Valencia had taught her.

She approached Valencia’s vagina ever so gently, placing her hands
along each side of Valencia’s waist. She lightly brushed her lips along
the collection of V-shaped pubic hairs and then circled the shape of
Valencia’s labia majora with a light blowing technique. She found a cranny
between her vagina and thigh and nibbled. Miki ran her fingers along
Valencia’s thigh just as she liked, which evoked a feminine moan that was
as soft as her pecan skin. Her response to the light fingertip touches made her
squirm in anticipation.

Miki looked up at her friend and took in her sensual expression of pleasure.
Valencia looked back down at her, then leaned her head back, placing her hand on
Miki’s head. She sighed in total surrender and trust.

In tune to Valencia’s melodic responses, Miki pointed her tongue and
penetrated her insides with a rolling point and narrow motion. She moved up from
the entrance of her red-honey vagina to the bottom of her hood and swept her
tongue upward, curling the tip and then sweeping back downward.

Miki circled her prey, sucking both the labia and the clit hood.

Valencia’s pussy lips grew redder and bigger, engorged with a rush of
hot blood. Her womanly hips begged for more. Miki was teasing and withholding,
provoking a desire to take her all the way.

“Spread your lips for me,” Miki demanded.

Valencia complied in an instant, bringing her hands down to expose her heated
opening. Miki squinted her eyes and plunged her tongue as far as it would
travel, and at the same time she grabbed Valencia’s ass.

Miki backed away and smacked her lips. “Tastes so damn good.”

She brought her mouth to the skin that surrounded Valencia’s opening
and gave a tugging kiss, offering broad, fast, and then slow licks up and down,
like it was cherry ice cream.

Valencia’s hands were now on her own breasts, squeezing and kneading
her skin, and she ground her hips.