Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless (15 page)

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oble’s first stop on Saturday mornings was always the barbershop. His father Bam had started taking him to Baldy’s when he was three, and after staying up half the night putting in work with Kiki, Noble got up bright and early and spun his fresh Mercedes 550 GL down the streets of Brooklyn.
He thought about his sweet little white girl as he sat in Baldy’s chair. Their sex thang had been scrumdeelicious, and he couldn’t imagine where the innocent, soft-spoken honey had learned to move her body like that.
“Damn,” he’d said as Kiki stood in front of him on one leg and raised the other one almost straight up in the air. After using her lips and tongue to roll a condom down over his dick, she had stood up to model her crotchless thong and fishnet stockings. Noble could only moan as her toned legs scissored sexily, and the soft blond hairs on her pussy peeked out from between her split thighs.
“You real flexible, baby,” he said admiringly as she threw her head back and curved her spine in a backward C. Her luscious hair was so thick and long it actually touched the floor behind her.
Grinning, Kiki had wound her spine in a counterclockwise direction as she slowly lowered her leg and raised her upper body. Standing straight up again, she danced to some imaginary beat that seemed to be banging through her soul. Her eyes fluttered closed as she gripped her milkshake-thick titties and played with her strawberry-colored nipples.
“Let Papa handle that for you,” Noble panted as he reached out and encircled her taut waist with his big hands. He guided Kiki closer as she wriggled and gyrated and got both of them all worked up.
Noble pressed his lips to her breast and sucked her erect pink nipple onto his tongue. Kiki moaned and squeezed her thighs together as a jet of hot cream leaked from her pussy. Still licking and sucking, Noble cupped her soft mound and tangled his dark fingers in her silky pubic hair. He rubbed her juicy clit for a moment, then he slid his thick middle finger up inside her wet pussy and bit down on her nipple.
“Oh, yeah,” Kiki moaned. Her hips rocked deliciously as Noble thrust his long finger in and out of her with a steady, erotic rhythm. Her pussy leaked pure sugar, and pretty soon the palm of his pumping hand was full of her sweet cum.
Removing his finger from her slurping wetness, Noble pulled Kiki closer, then held her by the waist and lifted her straight up in the air. Kiki was extra cooperative as she held her legs out and then straddled his lap. Noble positioned her pussy over the head of his rock-hard dick, and Kiki gasped as he entered her and filled her slit with eight inches of throbbing black dick.
Using his strong arms, Noble raised and lowered Kiki over his lap. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed and rippled as he controlled the rhythm, pace, and speed of her ride. Kiki held on to his shoulders and enjoyed the thrill. She felt a little off balance due to his missing right leg and thigh, but she compensated by pressing her big toe to the floor and using it for support.
With her pussy getting thoroughly soaked and scuffed, Kiki leaned back so Noble’s dick could pound her from a different angle. She looked down between their bodies and saw all that big black wood going up in her gut, and just the contrast between their skin was enough to make her lose it. She pressed his face to her breast and guided her aching nipple into his mouth, and then she came hard. Bucking like a bull. Hard enough to rock them on the chair. But Noble had her. He held her tight as her body shook and shuddered with pleasure.
And he kept right on holding her as she leaned forward and slipped her tongue between his lips. Noble was almost there too. He slid his hands under her jiggling ass and pumped up into her with greedy, demanding strokes. His dick felt so hard and swollen he was scared he was gonna bust out of the condom. Instead, he bucked crazily three more times, then exploded like a bomb and filled the thin piece of plastic to the brim.
It was a damn good thing Baldy had a smock over him because just thinking about how good he’d fucked Kiki had Noble’s dick rock hard and aching in his pants. The girl was a beast with her body, and Noble could see himself wanting to stay up in those guts for a good, long time.
But there were other chicks who were demanding of his time as well.
It was like Zsa Zsa had a lo-jack on him or something. Noble’s dick had gone down, and he had just gotten up out of Baldy’s chair and laid a twenty on the old man when his cell phone rang with Zsa Zsa’s special ringtone.
“If a bitch get a attitude, pop it like it’s hot!”
Noble snatched the phone off his waist.
“Hello?”
“So since Baldy’s finished, are you ready to come to get me?”
Damn! This chick was on it!
“How’d you know he just got done? You sitting outside with some binoculars on me or something?” Noble couldn’t help it. He looked over both his shoulders, then ran over and peered out the front plate-glass window.
“Where are you?”
Zsa Zsa laughed. “I’m at my crib. Where do you think?”
“I don’t know,” Noble said half seriously. “For all I know you camped out on a rooftop somewhere with a tracking device on my ass.”
“Noble Browne!” Zsa Zsa laughed again. “You play too much!”
“Who said I was playing?”
“You better be. Are you on your way, or what?”
Noble lifted his chin at Baldy as he pushed through the door and headed to his car.
“Yeah, baby. I’m coming. I gotta run back to the crib and shower real quick, then I’ll be on my way.”
“Noble!” she whined in her sweet, sexy voice. “That’s gonna take too long! Why don’t I just meet you at your place? I can clean up while you shower, then we can leave from there.”
Whoooa, hell no!
Noble almost shouted. Zsa Zsa was a spontaneous free spirit and that’s what he dug about her. But the girl was trying to do too much, and lately she’d been exhibiting some real questionable traits. It was bad enough that they both worked for traffic control and she knew a lot of his boys, but Zsa Zsa was nosy as hell too. She was always asking all kinds of questions, and sometimes she tried to clock his moves like she was the chosen one and they were already married.
The last time she’d spent the night with him Noble had busted her going through his contact list on his iPhone. He could have sworn she was using the share contacts feature and sending herself some treasured information. He had started playing her real close after that, and the next time he took her to the crib he’d peeped her trying to clock for the code on his security system!
As much as he was feeling her, Noble had almost dropped Zsa Zsa’s ass. He couldn’t be with no chick he couldn’t trust. And one of his favorite sculptures had turned up missing around that time too. Noble couldn’t swear it was Zsa who took it ’cause he’d recently run his other two babes through the bat cave too, but Zsa had been the only one who was overly interested in the sculpture, and she had asked him all kinds of questions about it.
“You got a lot of nice stuff in here, Noble,” she’d complimented him, holding up his prized granite sculpture of a roaring black panther. “Why is this one your favorite?”
“I don’t know.” Noble had shrugged and told her, “Maybe because when I was little I always wanted to go on a safari. I used to imagine myself climbing trees and slaying prey and shit like a black panther. I asked my pops one time if he could take me on an African safari, and he said yeah. I shoulda known he was just bullshitting. I didn’t have no mother, so Pops had to work every day. We didn’t have time for no foolishness like that. But I’ve always had a thing for panthers. Safaris too.”
Noble had shut the conversation down after that, letting Zsa Zsa know with his body language that he was through talking about it.
“That’s really sad,” she’d said, ignoring his posture and his silence. “I bet if your mother had been alive you woulda been able to go on your safari. Or at least she woulda figured out a way to bring the safari to you. I’m sorry you never got that, Noble.”
Noble knew how much Zsa Zsa cared about him. But she was a lot to handle, though. Once or twice he had been tempted to push her away and leave her alone, but something had always held him back. And it wasn’t her gorgeous face or her pretty hair, or those phatty pockets in the back of her jeans neither.
Zsa baby was a head turner, but it was her heart that kept Noble on a string. The girl was straight New York City. A smart, beautiful, down-to-earth Brooklyn girl who could chill with dignitaries at the White House or scrap in a street fight right next to her man. The sculpture that had gone missing wasn’t an expensive one or nothing like that, but it was nice, and it
had
meant a lot to him. But then again, so did Zsa Zsa.
 
It was Fashion Week, and Noble and Zsa Zsa walked into the trade show holding hands. Zsa was excited, and Noble had gotten lifted just off her hype.
He had picked her up in his weekend car, a sweet candy-apple red drop-top Corvette, and Noble had to laugh at the way his girl rode. Zsa was straight bubbly. She had insisted on riding the whole way with the top down and her hair blowing in the breeze as she waved to New Yorkers on the street. And after one look at her stunning face and wide smile, people walking on the streets had no choice but to wave right back at her.
The trade show was being held at the ultra-slick Fashion 26 Hotel, deep in the heart of the garment district. Noble and Zsa stopped at the reception desk to purchase a one-day pass.
“Good morning, sir!”
A chipper white girl with false eyelashes and big blue eyes greeted Noble like she was happy to see him.
“Good morning,” Noble said, reaching for his wallet. “We’re here for the trade show.”
“Certainly, sir. Will that be a ticket for one?”
The white chick had his grill on lock as she grinned up in his face.
Zsa Zsa bucked. “Don’t you see more than one person standing here?”
“Oh!” The girl laughed and shrugged. “Actually, my eyes were only on him. Did you want to buy yourself a ticket too?”
The girl was bold, Noble had to give it to her. It was real obvious she was sending some “free pussy” vibes his way, right in the presence of his woman. Noble felt Zsa Zsa tighten up beside him, and almost laughed. This little snow bunny didn’t know who she was dissing. Zsa baby was a girly-girl, but she was also hood.
“Do I wanna buy myself a ticket? Do I wanna buy myself a
ticket
? Is my damn hair blond?” Zsa Zsa demanded, shaking her head. “Check it out, boo boo. There’s some shit a chocolate sistah knows that a blond tramp like you will never figure out. If I was the type to buy my own ticket, I’d be the one stuck behind that desk, and you’d be standing here flossin’ on this fine niggah’s arm! So get your minimum-wage-drawing ass up outta his throat, and give us our tickets before I snatch you by the wig and mop up the floor in this flea-bag hotel!”
The girl looked shook and stunned. Like she was afraid Zsa Zsa was gonna come over the desk and get a piece of her ass. Without a word, Noble passed the girl a fifty and her hand shook as she gave him two tickets. As they turned to walk away, she muttered, “I’m gonna tell my manager you threatened me. And maybe even call the police.”
Zsa Zsa was about to blast the girl again, but Noble checked her this time.
“Just so you know,” he said, leaning over and speaking softly to the chick, “My lady has good reason to be angry, and you asked for what you got. You were disrespectful to her for no good reason at all, and I hope you learn something from this. All that work you tried to put on me just now was straight wasted anyway. Men like me don’t pick up trash.”
“See there?” Zsa Zsa huffed as they walked away. “I told you how they are, Noble. That’s why I can’t stand no damn white girls!”
Noble put his arm around Zsa Zsa, but he couldn’t bring himself to agree. He thought about the hot sex Kiki had put on him just a few hours ago, and how much he always enjoyed spending time with her and her kids. Yeah, he knew some white chicks were straight slimy when it came to the brothahs, but Kiki wasn’t loose like that. She was modest and full of self-respect, and carried herself like a lady at all times. Nah, he couldn’t agree with Zsa baby on this one, because there were
some
white girls that he liked just fine.
 
The trade show was packed out, and if there was one special thing he really admired about Zsa Zsa, it was her go get ’em attitude. The girl kept her spirits aimed straight up and full speed ahead. Most sistahs would have allowed the encounter with the sleazy white chick to ruin their mood, but not Zsa Zsa. Her vibe was sky high as she led him from booth to booth while she chatted with designers and examined dozens of colorful sketches.
“This is
me,
Noble!” she shrieked as she raised her arms in the middle of the crowded showroom and soaked everything in. “This right here is sooo
me
!”
Noble grinned.

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