dead ass broke. For the past few hours the women had been act-
ing real freaky. It was tormenting me to watch them feel on each
other and occasionally kiss. My dick was hard as the concrete stairs
of the swimming pool. Somehow watching them was like viewing
an exotic X rated movie, only they were not naked, yet. At least
that was what I was hoping.
Somehow, even in my semi-drunken stupor, I managed to
keep my wits. I knew that good liquor makes for loose lips, but I
had to spin my web in order for me to kick my game. I kept on
talking, and they enjoyed my spiel rewarding me with laughter.
The good thing about being a preacher’s son is, if needed, I could
drop the street lingo and talk intelligent. I learned that in private
school and in Sunday School also. I gave them some lame-ass story
about how I was a Florida State student that flunked out of school.
They ate it up. For some reason it got quiet and for the first time,
I ran out of words. They began to whisper. I heard Evette say, “Ask
him.” Tomica gave me the once over like she really was not sure of
what she wanted to say, or just how to say it, a look that said if she
could peek inside my soul to see could I be trusted, she would. I
just acted nonchalant to their whispers. A lone pigeon landed on
the walkway a few feet away from us. It was dark outside except
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for the pool lights. The bird scurried around either lost or late as
hell, trying to get home. Somehow I could relate to him. He
ambled over to a folding chair and watched us.
“Leonard … Leonard!” Tomica called to me. My mind was
elsewhere. I turned to her. She watched me intently before she
spoke, “Evette and I have a proposition for you.”
I leaned forward, craning my neck, damn near falling out of
the chair. Evette erupted in laughter. Tomica just made a face that
said she thought I was stupid.
“Proposition?” I repeated scratching my head. They were
watching me like hawks. My mind was full speed ahead, two beau-
tiful women and a proposition? I placed both of my hands on my
lap to hide my thoughts. Not to mention, that hairy-ass bulge
between Tomica’s legs was driving me crazy. Lesbianism is about as
erogenous as sex can get to a man’s mind. Like a feminine utopia.
“Follow us to our room,” Tomica said, with eyes lidded with a
promise of sweetness. She stood turning her back to me. Her
thong was missing somewhere in the mounds of her butt cheeks.
As she helped Evette up, I watched her ass dance for me. How
much torture can one man take by a twosome of scantly dressed
lesbians in heat? I could see Evette through the gap between
Tomica’s legs. She was watching me closely.
I played it off, acted naïve. Evette ate it up. I didn’t know what
these two females had in store for me, but the excitement was
mounting, like reading a good suspense novel.
The pigeon watched. The waiter, turned janitor, swept the
deck of the swimming pool within inches of him. The women
were whispering in conspiratorial tones as they walked into the
lobby. I followed, enjoying the view from the back. For the first
time I noticed the tiny mole on Tomica’s butt as she wrapped a
towel around her waist. Up ahead at the elevator door, a family of
white people were watching us as we approached. They looked
like the Brady Bunch on vacation. I could tell they were not used
to being around Black folks. Tomica and Evette were still talking
in low tones. I whistled absent-mindedly as I looked around like I
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was fascinated with the décor of the hotel lobby. I was just trying
to blend in and not establish eye contact with the white folks that
were gawking at me. I was conscious that I was not wearing a shirt,
it was wrapped around my head. I was drunk and horny. A little
white girl was staring at me. She was no more than 12 years old.
She was looking right at my crotch. I had an erection somewhere
close to my knee.
The elevator door dinged open. We entered. The little girl was
still leering at me. Tomica and Evette positioned themselves on
both sides of the pudgy looking white man. He had rosy cheeks
with a pleasant cherub face, with thinning hair on his shiny dome
men do when they’re going bald and refuse to let it go. Just as the
elevator door slowed to a stop, Evette turned and flung her arms
around the white man, kissing and jabbering lunatically.
“Thank ya sir! Thank ya sir! Thank ya sir for freeing the
slaves.”
Kiss, kiss
…
I watched in shock, mouth agape, but the old white dude
looked to me like he might have been enjoying himself. His wife
was furious as the rest of his family just looked on bemused,
except for the little girl that had been watching me. She placed her
hand over her face and giggled. Tomica wrestled Evette off the
man and rushed out of the door as soon as they opened. Shoving
Evette, she stopped and gestured with her hand, pointing her fin-
ger at her head indicating that Evette was crazy. “Excuse her sir,
she’s on medication.” The white man just blushed like it wasn’t
every day he was mauled by a beautiful sista.
Even if that had not been my stop when that door opened, I
was fully intent on getting off that elevator; them two broads were
acting strange.
I entered their large plush hotel room. It looked like a large
warehouse, it was stocked full of ever ything. You name it, they had
it. Everything from fur coats to twenty-two inch rims. Wide
screen televisions and clothes, clothes, clothes were everywhere
from wall to wall. I looked around in awe trying to figure out how
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two women could have so much shit. Then it dawned on me, they
were boosters. Professional thieves. It wasn’t uncommon in the
hood for women to hustle to earn a good living off of stealing
clothes and things.
Evette removed a wallet from underneath the towel she was
wearing. It became clear that these broads were clever, a lot clev-
erer than I thought. While Evette acted as the decoy, Tomica
relieved the mark of his wallet. I feigned like I did not know what
was going on.
Tomica counted out money. I folded my arms across my chest.
The room was cold. They had the air conditioner turned up sky
high. Evette must have sensed my discomfort because she walked
over to the air conditioner and turned it down.
“Chang! Chang!” Tomica said jovially, holding a fist full of
bills in her hand. “Seven hundred dollars, from a fat square.” The
women exchanged high fives and kissed lightly on the lips. Tomica
winked slyly at Evette. She thought I did not notice.
“Go fix our nice friend here a drink,” Tomica said to Evette.
The plot was about to thicken, I could tell by the way the two
looked at each other t
hey were up to something devious.
I remarked dumbly, “Ya’ll sure like to do a lot of shopping.” I
made my words slur like I was drunk. Evette rolled her eyes as she
moved toward me gracefully, wide hips swaying. She walked like
maybe she could have been a model at one time. As she passed me
the drink she never took her eyes off me.
“Have a seat.”
I looked around and shrugged my shoulders. There was no
place for me to sit, and I couldn’t even find a spot on the floor.
The place was packed with merchandise. My mind was now cal-
culating numbers, figures in my head. I watched as Evette took the
clothes off the love seat. Surreptitiously, I peered down her
bathing suit at her breasts. They looked firm like she had never
given birth. I wondered how old she was. Twenty-five at best, I fig-
ured. Evette was the silent one, but her voluptuous body spoke a
language, the kind that communicated with a man in ways that
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her mouth would never be able to. Some women were like that.
Bodies that exuded more than charm, they asked questions, but
only if a man took the time to listen to the signs.
My mind wondered again,
how could two women possibly get off
on bumping and grinding pussies on each other?
In a way I felt some-
what agitated by it, like a man couldn’t satisfy them. Hopefully I
would be able to change all that.
Undulating, Evette sauntered by. I bit down on my lower lip
as I touched myself. Lord these women were killing me softly.
There’s an alluring scent that women omit that no man can
accurately describe, I’ll just say that it is sweet like nectar. The
room seemed to permeate of it, making it hard for me to keep my
composure. Inside my body, I felt wild and untamed, lewd
thoughts rushed my brain.
From across the room I watched as Tomica meticulously went
through the wallet as if she were looking for something in partic-
ular.
“Is ever ything there?” Evette asked.
“Yep,” Tomica responded, the scowl on her pretty face tense
with concentration.
In the mark’s wallet was a Visa, MasterCard and various other
credit cards and IDs. The items were neatly placed on the bed. As
they worked, I watched wondering what the hell they were doing.
Occasionally I would pour my drink into the carpet, fake like I
was sipping something.
Poised, Tomica held the phone, sighed, took a deep breath and
for the first time I noticed a large diamond ring on her pinky fin-
ger as it sparkled. Her fingernails were long and manicured. From
just holding the phone she looked like one of them classy broads.
“You ready?” Tomica asked Evette. Evette nodded her head up
and down, her expression intense like she was giving Tomica her
undivided attention. Tomica dialed the number on the back of the
Visa. I sat up in my seat tr ying to peek game. I could sense some-
thing was going on, but what?
“Hello! My name is Mrs. Luwinzky. My husband and I have
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been robbed of all our cash and credit cards.” Tomica sounded just
like a distraught white woman, panicky voice and all on the verge
of hysteria. I looked on, astonished as these sistas put down their
hustle.
“Oooh, thank you! Thank you!” Tomica lamented dramatical-
ly.
“You can refund us with cash, and replacement credit cards?
You want my husband’s social security number?” Tomica said
loud, as she pointed at the items on the bed. Desperately the two
women went scrambling looking for the information. It was a
sight to behold. They found it. Tomica recited it like she had been
doing it all her natural life. This went on for a minute as the two
worked in sync with each other. Finally, Tomica flashed the
thumbs up sign as she smiled brightly. Shit, I took a sip from my
drink, and watched as these two gorgeous women perfected their
scheme.
“Yes, we’re going to need ten thousand in travelers checks and
a new ATM account number so that we can withdraw money,”
she added. As Tomica talked, Evette jotted down the information.
I thought to myself, with a feeling of inferiority, here I was risking
death running around robbing niggas and selling dope and these
women were getting paid in full like pimpstresses from the plush
confines of a hotel room.
They did the same thing with the other credit cards, this time
more practiced like a well-rehearsed script. I felt like a lame for
real now. Never sleep on the conniving intelligence of a Black
woman. They entered the hustling arena and changed the game.
In my mind I was doing figures trying to count their money. The
numbers were large.
Once they were finished, their room became electrified with
their hyperactive energy, laughter and giddy playfulness.
Tomica pranced right up to me, her silky black hair cascading
down her ebony brown thighs. She placed her hand on her hip,
her body shifting a gear, coochie in my face, and looking down at
me, she said as a matter of factly, “Evette and I met in the joint.”
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I could tell she waited for a surprise that never came from my
expression, and then it occurred to me that I was supposed to be
playing dumb, so I dropped my face into a no shit scowl. Evette
erupted in laughter. Tomica just continued to look at me as if I
was a peasant and was about to give me a command. “She’s from
California, I’m from the South Bronx.” The moment stilled as she
considered her next statement carefully.
“Like we were saying earlier, we have a proposition for ya.”
Now we’re finally getting somewhere,
I thought. The liquor kept
telling me to reach out and grab that fat pussy, so I did, well, kind
of. I reached out boldly and caressed those silky black hairs
between her thighs like it was a kitten. Halfway expecting her to
purr for me, she just stood stoically still, giving me a look that
said,
look at this lame
. She casually turned her head and looked at
Evette. They exchanged a kind of communication that I would
never know.
“You ever been with two women before?” Tomica’s voice was
that of a temptress, sultry like she could set me on fire with her
breath. So much lust. Her tongue slowly licked at the rim of her
top lip. I could hardly control myself. My hand eased up her
thigh. She moaned softly and inhaled deeply like she just stepped
into some cold water. My finger roamed, like an escaped convict
from an asylum, until I found the soft moist opening of her pussy
lips. Evette peeked our move and disrobed down to bare nudity.
Hell, if I were a woman I would have been attracted to her, too.
Her body was audaciously voluptuous; small waist and full breasts
and free of blemishes. The beauty of them both seemed to radiate
throughout the room. The small bush bet
ween her legs was man-
icured into a heart like an exclamation mark flaunting her beauty.
“If oh … you … you …” Tomica stammered, as I moved my
fingers around inside of her, stirring her juices as cum dripped and
coated my fingers.
“… we … we … we’ll pay you $500 … damn that feels …”
she still couldn’t gain her composure.
With my free hand, I unzipped my pants, took out my dick
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and stroked it like it was my most prized possession. I began to
ease Tomica’s bathing suit off, inch by inch, like it was the most
delicate fabric in the world. I was getting ready to do some serious
fucking.
Click! Click!
Out of nowhere, Tomica came up with a pair of
handcuffs, handcuffing my wrists to the wooden arm on the love
seat. My stupor brought on by the alcohol made my reaction too
slow, I was more dr unk than I thought.
Pixilated, Tomica grinned at me as she walked backward. The
rabbit had out-smarted the fox.
“Sorr y, we don’t do threesomes honey, besides you could
stretch a girl outta place wit dat big ole dick.” Together they
laughed. Their cackle sounded like taunting to me. I was pissed!
“You are in for a surprise though,” Evette chimed in. Her voice
was hoarse; it ringed with feminine mischief. I made a futile
attempt to get out of the handcuffs.
“What the fuck is dis?” I screeched. My words fell on deaf ears
as I watched the two of them walk up to each other and embraced,
kissing passionately like they were sharing oxygen to save each
other’s life. They got into the bed. Tomica positioned her head
between Evette’s legs. She licked pussy like she was giving me a les-
son in vaginal stimulation. If I was jealous before, I was now irate.
Evette was moaning and groaning like Tomica knew a trick or two
with her tongue. I hate to admit this but it’s true. Women know
how to please each other orally better than a man could ever know.
They went at it feverishly. I looked on, listening to all their moans
and sighs of fervored lovemaking. There was something so erotic
and sensuous about watching two women getting it on, as if they
were in a zone no man could enter. Together, their bodies entan-