Yeah right, I thought simultaneously. I want that bitch for me but if I have to do her while I do you, so be it. I couldn’t have this nigga fuck it up for me.
I struggled with the ecstasy’s tendency to make me emotional. For a moment I thought about the ménage trios we’d had in the past. My heart hurt and I had to blink repeatedly to fight the tears. I just couldn’t believe the things I’d done to hold on to this man. He was not even close to being a GQ nigga and though he spoiled me with expensive gifts of clothing and jewels, what I really wanted he’d never given me - his heart and fidelity. Yet I’d done things for him and put up with shit that I’d always swore I never would for any man.
I can’t think about that right now, I thought. If I get stuck on that shit, this E will fuck my head up and I’ll be crying and moping for the rest of the night. ¡Que se jóda! Fuck it! What’s done is done, I scolded myself. I gulped down a shot of Hennessy and let the warmth fill my chest and alter my mood.
Just then Anais walked over with what looked like hundreds of dollar bills hanging from her G-string and spread out at her feet. I grabbed a wad of dollar bills out of Fabian’s hand, looked at Anais and demanded mischievously, “Work for me baby.” I stood up, winked at Fabian, and began to shower Anais with dollars as the stripper danced for me.
It was obvious Anais had been doing this for a while. She was truly a professional. She took her time with every motion and every change of position. She bent down in front of me and swayed her body in rhythm to the music, mouthing the words to Amber’s “Sexual” as she traced my torso with her fingertips.
“Don’t you know that when you touch me baby that it’s torture/ Rub up against me, I get chills all down my spine/ When you talk to me, it’s painful/ You don’t know what you do to this heart of mine.”
Anais left one hand delicately resting on my ass while her other hand roamed her own body. She began outlining the contours of her sharp-featured, stunning face, then moved down her slender neck to her ample breasts. She brought her nipple to her mouth and giggled as she licked and bit it, all the while watching me entranced.
I bit my lower lip hungrily as I watched her work me. It was like no one else was in the room but the two of us. The fact of the matter was that just about all the guys on our side of the club were fighting for a view of the lesbian show. A number of the guys began to throw five, ten and twenty dollar bills hoping to goad us to go even further in our performance. At that moment, Anais leaned over and lightly wiped the sweat off my brow. She then put her mouth to mine.
I closed my eyes and felt the heat of passion send shivers surging through my body. Our tongues wrapped around one another the way I imagined our bodies would later.
“Can I have some of that?” Fabian asked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. He rammed his face right in between ours, forcing the kiss to end prematurely, and grabbed my waist brusquely. I winced and stared at him with disgust but swiftly wiped the look from my face, giggling at him in an effort to hide my anxiety. I knew he’d make me regret the show I’d just put on. I hoped I could win him over and make him forget by giving him a threesome later on.
That’s when I realized the ruckus that Anais and my display had caused. I saw bills thrown all over the stage - at least three times more than were there before we started. I laughed heartily and looked at Anais who was pointing at my feet. I looked down and all I could see were the bills on top of bills, so much so that I couldn’t even see my sandals. The crowd didn’t just tip Anais. They had thrown bills at me too.
“Encore, Encore!” they yelled as they grinned perversely at one another.
I looked at Fabian and saw the glint of jealousy in his eyes. I sat on his lap and kissed him. He bit my lip cruelly. “I told you this was for you, papí. ¡Suavé!” I said apprehensively, wincing at the metallic taste of blood seeping from the fresh cut on my top lip.
“I’m sorry, mami,” he responded half-heartedly. “It’s the alcohol. You know Crystal makes me bruto. Did I hurt you, ma?” He smoothed the back of his hand across my cheek bone repentantly. I knew better though. It wasn’t the alcohol or the E. It was his possessiveness getting the best of him.
I’ll make it up to him in a couple of hours, I thought. He’ll forget all about this when Anais and I are sucking cum out his dick.
4
I leaned across and tousled Fabian’s hair. He momentarily took his eyes off the road and smirked lustily at me. I looked towards the back seat of Fabian’s 2005 Jaguar S-Type and met eyes with Anais.
“Wow, you’re awe-inspiring in your beauty,” I said aloud without realizing it. I felt Fabian’s fierce look pierce me but chose to ignore it. He pressed his foot on the pedal, sending the shiny white Jag shooting up Gramaton Avenue. He could’ve gone 150 mph and we wouldn’t have known any better. We were enthralled by one another and for the second time since we’d met hours earlier, we zoned out from the real world and entered our own little fantasy.
I mulled over Anais’s crisp complexion. Her skin was a shade or two darker than the champagne leather seat she rested on. Her light brown hair cascaded down the left side of her face framing her chiseled cheekbones. Her lips looked enticing with their light coat of lip gloss. Her red silk halter dress hung loosely but I could just make out her hardening nipples. I licked my lips but before I could say a word, Anais leaned forward and put her index finger to my lips. Our lips touched, soft pecks at first, then deep open mouth kisses. Our eyes clung to one another all the while, barely blinking.
“Come sit back here with me bella,” Anais said sweetly, running her fingers through my waist length hair.
I put my hand on Fabian’s arm, feeling it tense as he gripped the wheel tightly. Without looking, I instructed him softly but firmly to pull over. Fabian reluctantly obliged and opened his mouth in silent protest and disbelief as I got out of the passenger seat and stepped quickly into the back. He adjusted his rear view mirror and gawked enviously as he watched Anais and I grope one another. His dick became rigid as he watched us devour one another.
Anais and I wasted no time with small talk. We allowed our passion to encase us like a cocoon. There were no words, no need for them; just hands and mouths against skin. Anais took over with deliberate ease. She subtly pushed me back and looked at me longingly up and down, chewing on her lip, as if to say “let me look at you.” She moved my top to the side exposing both breasts, bowed slightly and licked my nipples in slow circular motions. She took her time. I knew she could feel me shudder as she trailed her fingertips along the small of my spine and suckled my nipple. I was in utter ecstasy and the E amplified the experience tenfold. I moaned as Anais entered a finger slowly into my pussy. She penetrated with shallow thrusts and stroked my g-spot ever so slightly before retreating torturously. I felt my insides throbbing with delight and purred when I felt my pussy explode then implode in orgasm. I giggled and opened my eyes only to be knocked abruptly out of my bliss. I met Fabian’s stabbing gaze in the rear view and knew he was enraged. I smiled guiltily.
“Hold on, precious.”
Anais retreated without question. I leaned forward and put my hand on Fabian’s arm, kissed his face and whispered, “I didn’t forget about you, baby. Don’t worry.”
His features softened and I felt his body relax as I rubbed his arm affectionately. Anais and I held one another during the remaining five minute ride to Fabian’s condo on Tuckahoe Road. I stared at him in the rear view nervously, hoping to reassure him with my gaze. Fabian’s wrath terrified me.
5
“I’m not feelin’ your man, bella,” Anais said as she affectionately pushed my hair behind my ear. Her other hand was around my waist. “This is about me and you beautiful.” She kissed my neck.
“But…” I hesitated and pulled away.