Vanessa turned around with tears streaming from her eyes past her smiling lips. “Thank you,” she mumbled. She reached for Candy's breasts.
Candy took her hand and kissed it, before sucking her fingers.
“Another time.”
Vanessa was silenced by the awkwardness of the moment. She had just experienced sex that satisfied her on another level. But the reality that a woman's tongue had roamed her body sent her a mixed message. She wanted Candy more than anything, but she didn’t
know what to make of that burning desire. Staring at Candy, she imagined the taste her flesh, her
skin, her clit, the lips of her pussy, her asshole. There was no place on Candy's body that
Vanessa did not yearn to explore. She wanted to please Candy, to return the unique blessing that
Candy had bestowed upon her. But Vanessa was rendered immobile by her own inexperience
and Candy telling her “another time.”
“It's almost time to open the shop. Go in there and clean yourself up.” Candy pointed to the bathroom door behind her desk.
Vanessa leaned against the wall, watching Candy's flawless figure. She wanted to cradle
her breasts. She needed to feel them in her mouth. Vanessa wanted Candy to ride her face like
she had done Vera's. Vanessa felt like a junkie experiencing withdrawals. She was liberated, but
frustrated that what was started could not continue immediately. She regretted that she had
waited so long to do what she now felt was so right. But she knew there would be many future opportunities to make up for lost time.
It was a Sunday afternoon and Rich was seated inside Manhattan's Kellari Taverna. The
exclusive restaurant was filled with people who would leave the eatery if they knew Rich was a
drug dealer. Even the woman sitting across from him would flee if she knew his real occupation. Her name was Linda and she was a
media consultant from New Rochelle. Free had set Rich up with her. Linda was the product of a
Japanese mother and Trinidadian father, so her exotic eyes and skin tone attracted Rich
immediately. He was determined to slide between her slim thighs as soon as possible.
“I just love this restaurant,” Linda said. She had been mouthing off about the eatery since
she and Rich arrived twenty minutes earlier. She boasted about being there several times before for power brunches with executives from FOX News.
Rich was more concerned with the cleavage underneath her sleeveless dress. It was hard for him not to gaze at it. He knew Linda had spotted his wandering eyes more than once. From
the smiles she responded with, he was certain that it was not a problem. He interpreted her
blushing as a hint that he would get his chance to see a full view of her breasts before the night was over.
“You haven't touched your Solmos,” she uttered the Greek word for avocado-dusted
salmon with grilled asparagus, baby carrots and finger potatoes served with blood orange vinaigrette.
Rich had practically eaten the entire side dish of onion rings and flirted with the
vegetables, but he wasn't moved by the sight of the fish. He had been cutting back on eating food
with a face since Vanessa was an excellent chef, but meat was never on her menus. She had been
stuffing Rich's stomach with meatless meals at her apartment, where he had been spending a good amount of time.
After Rich did not respond to the food comment, Linda said, “I love salmon. You should see the buffets they serve at NBC before the executive meetings. I've been to several of them.
Linda's shallow conversation had also contributed to Rich losing his appetite.
Everything out of her mouth was work-related, as if they were on a power brunch instead of a
personal dinner. She wore her work on her sleeve, replacing her individuality with business
jargon and the job title
media consultant
. She lacked the free thought and carefree nature that
Rich had begun to value in Vanessa.
“You okay?” Linda asked. “The last time someone sat silent at one of these tables with me, I lost out on a major deal that could've boosted my career tenfold.”
It's time to turn it up on her.
“Excuse me, baby. My mind is just wrestling with the reality of sitting here with such a beautiful woman.”
Linda smiled. “Thank you for the compliment.”
“I'm curious. What is it that you do to unwind after those long work hours?”
“Well, I enjoy theatre. I spend a good deal of time shopping at Saks, of course.” She
grinned and patted her chest. “This Isaac Mizrahi piece happens to be one of my most recent purchases.”
Rich squinted his eyes seductively. “Clothes can only do so much. It's your beauty and your body that bring out that dress.”
“Flattery is one path that leads to my heart.”
“Then maybe I should admit how your eyes mesmerize me.”
“Maybe I like a man who's not afraid to admit the effect a woman has on him.”
“Your skin tone is so perfect and smooth. The way your dimples glow each time your
sexy lips pave the way for that picture perfect smile.” Rich closed his eyes, slowly shaking his head, before opening them. “Every second I look at you, it becomes harder and harder for me to be a good boy and keep my hands to myself.”
Linda was speechless. Her eyes were glued to his. She was clearly surprised, in a good
way. Her mind seemed to be rationalizing her next statement. “I can see where this is going,” she said.
“You ready for the ride?”
“I like to ride.”
“Life in the fast lane?” Rich licked his lips.
“Or sometimes nice and slow.”
Rich laughed to himself at the tic-for-tat flirtation of wordplay he and Linda were
engaged in. Free had told Rich that Linda had a very sexually driven persona that she hid behind
her air of professionalism. Free had been introduced to her by an old friend who said she was practically a nymphomaniac. Rich continued the conversation for a few more minutes, before their
sexual tension led to them expressing direct desires. They left the restaurant and headed to
Linda's room at the Plaza Hotel.
Linda tossed her Chanel bag on one of the end tables. “I'm telling you now,” she said,
stepping out of her dress, “I wanna be fucked right.”
I like this freak here.
Rich was naked, slipping on a condom. He thought of the many
women he met that transformed from angels in public to animals behind closed doors and lust
guided their actions.
“No nice and slow tonight,” Linda said. “We're not in love.”
Rich tore her panties off and pushed her onto the bed.
“Yeah,” she looked up at him with a smile. “That's how I like it.”
He turned her over and slipped a pillow underneath her, propping her butt up. Staring at
her tan complexion, he leaned down and climbed inside of her.
What the fuck?
He felt as if his
ten inches of thickness was fighting to find friction in an endless tunnel. The walls of her insides had been demolished like a building at a construction site.
“Go deeper,” Linda panted as Rich stroked.
He plunged and pounded, shifted and stroked, ramming into her in search of stimulation,
only to find five minutes of frustration. Refusing to waste his time and energy, he removed
himself from her. He grabbed a small bottle of lotion from the end table and
lubricated her ass and his condom.
“You better fuck my ass right,” she said. “Or don't even go there.”
Rich parted one cheek and guided himself inside.
Linda grunted like a cow being prodded on a farm. Then she screamed, “Fuck my ass!”
Rich worked in and out. Her tightness pleasured him, but he could tell that her ass had been worked out regularly. He had been through enough anal adventures with women to know
when a female kept her backdoor shut, open on holidays or twenty-four hours a day. Linda was definitely
the twenty-four seven-type. Business was never closed for her.
“Harder,” she demanded.
Rich pulled the pillow from underneath her. He commanded her to get on her knees.
Once she did, he put her hands against the wall, and rammed into her ass, grabbing a handful
of her hair. She screamed and thrust her ass back into Rich's strokes. He began slapping her ass.
“Yeah. Like that. Take this ass.”
Her voice turned Rich on. He slammed into her harder and faster, grabbing her waist with
both hands. The soft flesh of her butt clapped against his thighs. His palms grew sweaty as his
body heated up until he came, overflowing the condom. He slapped her ass one last time, then rolled over on the king-sized bed.
Linda turned around, glaring at him like a cop who had just
run a crook down and arrested
him. “Don't tell me you're finished.”
Rich chuckled, removing the condom and tossing it in the nearby trashcan. He grabbed her panties and wiped his dick dry. He slid off the bed and began getting dressed.
“Fuck this. Where's my bag?” Linda looked around like a detective searching for clues at a crime scene. She pulled an extra large vibrator from her handbag and began jamming it inside of herself.”
This freak is something else.
Rich specialized in women with high sex drives and the desire for experimenting, but Linda’s sexual craving left him disgusted. He was still irritated about
the warped pothole between her legs that he had sunk into. It was a symbol of what he
perceived to be the force of countless men who had pillaged her sanctity. He assumed all women he dealt with were sexually active with other men. But he rarely felt physical reminders of those men on the women's bodies.
Rich walked out without a word and thought of Vanessa. She was becoming the model for his expectations in women. Linda clearly existed in another world as far apart from Vanessa as
the sun and earth. Linda made Rich think of everything he hated about women and liked about
Vanessa. It had been years since he was in a relationship with a female he appreciated as a person and not just a tool for sexual pleasure. But one of Rich's past experiences was preventing
him from giving Vanessa the commitment he felt she deserved. Yet, his feelings for her were
causing him to ponder if she was capable of helping him overcome his past.
CHAPTER SIX
I
gave up hope on men,” Candy said as she lay in Vanessa's bed with her. She was explaining the depth of her transition from men to woman and why she would never involve
herself with a man again. “There's nothing like a woman.”
“I admit that you make me feel sex on another level, but I just love men. When Rich is
fucking me and handling me, shit.” Vanessa closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. “They call it manhandling for a reason.”
Candy gently ran her hand between Vanessa's legs. She could feel her vibrate as her
hand traveled to Vanessa's breasts, then into her mouth.
Vanessa sucked on Candy's fingers.
Candy
asked, “Does Rich make you feel like that?”
Vanessa twisted her head. “No.” She guided Candy's hand back between her legs.
Candy slowly swiped two wet fingers back and forth around Vanessa's clit, bringing her
body to a rumble. Vanessa’s lips quivered and her eyes blinked uncontrollably. Even her hands were trembling. Candy kissed her passionately, while Vanessa began humping her hand. Candy trailed her tongue into Vanessa's ear and moaned. “Rich make you feel like this?”
“Please,” Vanessa begged. “Please.”
Candy leaned back and smiled when she felt Vanessa's juices flow onto her fingers and down her leg. She eased her wet fingers back into Vanessa's mouth, watching tears trail from her eyes as Vanessa suckled her fingers. “Rich make you cry with just a touch?”
“No,” Vanessa whispered.
Candy wiped Vanessa's tears and kissed her. It was one of the many episodes that
occurred between them within the past month since Candy had begun sexing Vanessa into
submission. Candy had worked every move on her
that she knew and used every sex toy she had, several that Vanessa did not know existed. After each encounter
, Vanessa confessed that Candy brought feelings out of her that she did not know she had.
But Vanessa had seven years of sex with men that peaked with a versatile stud who had the biggest dick she had seen and was more experienced than any man who had ever sexed her. So while Candy knew she had a hold on Vanessa, she understood that Rich did also.
Candy knew she could not compare to Rich and Rich could not compare to her.
They were experts in the same field who used equally powerful tools in different ways. Candy
wanted Vanessa for herself, but she did not mind settling for the position that Vanessa played in
her life. The video of their first swing at sex was just another recording to add to the collection of
porn she owned. She had no intentions of revealing it to Chanel as they had planned. Just as she had no intention of revealing her relationship with Vanessa to anyone.
“That was good,” Vanessa said, getting up.
“It's always good, ain't it?”
“Yeah. Now I'm ready for some dick.” Vanessa giggled.
“Good for you.”
“You don't know what you're missing, girl.”
“I'm eight years older than you, Vanessa. When you was humping boys in the school staircase, I was in bed with grown men.”
“But you admitted that a man never made you cum with his dick.”
Candy reflected on that reality. She had often flaunted it as a justification for why she
began experimenting with women. She had only experienced orgasms from men through oral
sex. There were times when she had wondered if her body was somehow sexually dysfunctional. She eventually realized that she was simply involved with minute men, inexperienced guys and
selfish sex partners. So with that curse, and the pain of losing the only man she had ever loved,
Candy took a shot at the world of women.
“I've got the best of both worlds,” Vanessa said. “What more could you ask for?”
Candy noticed the clock on her wall. She had an appointment in two hours with a representative from SCORE. They were scheduled to discuss her business idea. “I gotta go take care of this business,” Candy said.
“The meeting Leah set up for you?”
“Yeah.”
“She might as well be your business partner,” Vanessa said.
“She has been helping me a lot.”
“She gave you the business idea and pretty much rewrote your business plan from just a few ideas you had.”
“That's why I like her. She's professional and that’s why I let her run the shop when I'm not around. She's about her business and pretty quiet.”
“Sneaky,” Vanessa said.
Candy assumed Vanessa was critical of Leah because Leah was known to get on Candy
about her love for younger women. Candy wondered about Leah's comments sometimes. But Leah had been consistent in helping her. Plus Leah was the most respectful woman in the shop. It was Chanel's jealousy of Vanessa that Candy hoped would not cause a problem in the future.
* * *
After showering and getting dressed, Candy stepped outside, jumped into her BMW and started the engine. As she was about to pull off, she thought of Vanessa and all the praise that she
gave Rich. Although Candy didn’t feel there was a competition between her and Rich, she felt
that Rich did not deserve to be worshiped. Not just by Vanessa, but by any of the countless
women that put him on a pedestal. No man deserved such treatment in Candy's eyes.
Candy drove downtown and walked into the building that housed the Small Business Administration. She took
in the ogling eyes of men who stared at her as she stepped through the building. The Yves Saint
Laurent business suit she wore highlighted her sexuality with an aura of professionalism. One
man flirted with her, walking beside her, saying all the right things that would have impressed her
years ago. Candy brushed him off with a lie about her being in a relationship.
“That's not a problem for me,” he countered.
Candy flashed a smile as the elevator door opened. She stepped inside, leaving the man
behind.
He was fine.
Candy had never ridded herself of the ability to recognize handsome
men. Occasionally, she even felt her heart flutter or that tingling sensation between her legs when she saw a man's bare chest or a bulge in his pants. But her days of acting off her impulses
were over. She had developed a level of discipline that countered the control men had once
wielded over her.
Once Candy stepped off the elevator, she spoke to a receptionist, who directed her to the office
of the SCORE representative she came to see. Candy walked into his office and introduced
herself.
“I'm David Rosenberg,” the aging Jewish man responded with an inviting smile. He adjusted his glasses and sat in his leather executive chair.
“It's good to finally meet you,” Candy said.
“Likewise. Have a seat,” he instructed her.
Candy sat in the chair in front of his redwood desk. She began expounding on her
proposed company. “Nature's Beauty is the next wave of organic hair care products.” She
handed him a copy of the research she had conducted and a synopsis of her company. She said she planned to introduce “Candice Cream” as her first product. She projected that she would produce several shampoos a year afterwards, depending on the sales of Candice Cream. She expected to begin turning a profit within her second fiscal year in business.
Rosenberg read the pages that Candy handed to him. He nodded a few times, approvingly. He grabbed a highlighter and marked several places on the paperwork, before lifting his head
and facing Candy. “Well, Ms. Johnson, you seem to have a pretty firm grasp on your
consumer demographic and your target market. But I believe that we can do some additional
research with an emphasis on international sales.” He explained that Candy should take
advantage of the global reach of the Internet.
“A friend of mine suggested the same thing,” Candy said, referring to Leah. “But I've
had a difficult time locating information on the global market.”
Rosenberg smiled. “Don't worry yourself. We'll take care of it. When we're done, you'll
have a comprehensive business plan to help guide you through your first three years and to help
you secure additional funding, if necessary.”
Candy listened to Rosenberg for half an hour. He explained in depth what SCORE would
help her with and he gave her a broader insight into her business idea.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Johnson.” He shook Candy's hand. “I look forward to
helping Nature's Beauty become a profitable company.”
Candy thanked him and left his office with a smile on her face. She was pleased about the thought of
owning a second business. Besides her pockets becoming fatter, ownership had its psychological
benefits. It was an ego booster for her. During her younger years, she had depended on the
profits of the drug trade in Harlem to trickle down to her through the hands of hustlers she dated.
But after Dez was killed and Candy gave up on men, she became obsessed with having control of
her life and her finances. Opening the shop was the result of that obsession. Being a boss and
having financial freedom became her drug of choice.
Rich smiled as Candy entered the elevator. “Well, well, well. How sweet you look in that
business suit,” he said, standing with his briefcase. He inhaled her Donna Karan perfume that
followed her into the elevator. “It's a rare occasion I get to see you in a suit.”
“Speaking of rare occasions, I wouldn't expect to see a drug dealer in the Small Business
Administration.” She turned her back to him and pressed the button for the first floor.
“Still underestimating me,” Rich said, his eyes shifting down to her butt.
“Still? What's that supposed to mean?”
“Means I defied the odds.”
“Odds?”
“Yeah, Rich versus Candy, Chanel, Meisha and Leah. The deck was stacked and y'all tried to deal me five funnies.”
“You should've been a prophet, because you love speaking in parables.”
“Let me be clear. Y'all was shittin’ on my name so much in that shop that I can smell it
every time I walk in.”
“You know the world doesn't revolve around you, Rich.” She turned and faced him.
“There's enough things to gossip about in the shop other than you.” She turned back around.
“Hard to tell from all the stuff you told Vanessa about me being a dog.” He laughed. “Well, the dog got his bone.”
“I could care less where you put your dick.”
“I don't believe you.” Rich stepped forward, pressing his dick against her butt. He immediately became erect. He planted his lips on her neck, causing her back to arch forward as she gasped.
“Get the hell off of me!” She moved away and turned around. Her eyes zeroed in on the huge bulge in Rich's pants. Then she looked into his eyes. “You playing yourself!”
“It took five seconds of this dick on your ass and my tongue on your neck for you to figure that out? A delayed response says a lot.” Rich grinned.
“Vanessa gon' find out a whole lot quicker.”
“Vanessa so hypnotized by this dick that she wake up with it in her mouth and go to sleep with it in her hand. She ain't gonna let this thing go if you beat her with a bat.”
Candy's eyes shifted back to Rich's erection.
“My grandmother used to tell me the eyes don't lie,” Rich said with a smirk.
Candy looked up as the elevator door opened. She stepped out and turned back to Rich. “Fuck you.”
“That's exactly what you wanna do and you know it.” He stepped out the elevator,
following behind Candy. He wondered if she was switching her hips for his visual enjoyment,
because she had some extra swagger in her step. Staring at her butt, he thought of how soft it felt against him. The scent of her lingered in his nostrils. He could still taste her skin on the tip of his
tongue. He had been thinking about sexing Candy for a while. But his mind had begun wandering more after his sexual catastrophe with Linda. His mental vision of Linda's
worn out womb and the gang of men that he assumed caused it made him see Candy in a
different light. She was the exact opposite—a woman who had not been with a man in years. Rich wanted to feel the tightness he knew he could only find between Candy's legs. He knew there was the potential she had been using dildos. But there was no tool that could compare to
the natural stroking and weight of a man's body. With all these thoughts of Candy, Rich still had
no plan for approaching her. It was simply the solitude of the small elevator, her sex appeal,
erotic aroma and slick mouth that nurtured the sexual tension that pushed Rich to act.
Rich made his way to his Porsche Carrera after Candy pulled off in her car. He needed to
relieve himself after being riled up by his move on her. He pulled out his Sidekick and texted
Vanessa. She sent him a message that she was at Mimi's house and would see him later that
night. She mentioned having some good news. Rich then texted Jasmine, one of the top hotties he kept in rotation. She texted him back, telling him that she was in her pool waiting for him.
Rich put the Porsche in drive. He stopped by his penthouse and dropped off his briefcase.
In it was some information he had gotten from a friend in the Small Business Administration before he ran into Candy. There were a few hundred pages about a technology company he was
considering investing in.
Rich left his home and jumped back in the Porsche. He drove Uptown, through the Bronx
and into Westchester County. He soon found himself parked in front of a white villa on a quiet
tree-lined street in New Rochelle. He got out of the Porsche and walked up the cobblestone path
through the lawn. He stepped on the porch, flipped through his keys and opened the front door.
Walking through the large living room, Rich began unloosening his tie. He went to a bedroom,
and peeped out the window.