Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4 (17 page)

“I.D., please, and the cover is twenty bucks each,” Shay announces and smirks my way. Diamond and Trina roll their eyes
and smack their lips as they walk past her. I follow suit and, right as I do, I feel her hands pull me back by my waist.

“Where you think you going, sexy?” she whispers in my ear.

My pussy starts twitching as soon as her lips brush against my ear. My smart mouth melts as soon as I realize she is strapped up and pressing it against my butt. All I can do is flash her a dirty look and snatch away. Before the door closes, I see her flashing them pearly whites and laughing. She realizes that I’m horny. Otherwise, I would’ve cussed her ass out. Damn, she smells good.

As we walk through the inside door, I can already hear one of my jams. It is wall-to-wall lesbos up in here. I feel like Charlie in the Chocolate Factory! It’s so many scrum-diddly-umptious choices, I don’t even know where to begin. So I go to the bar for a quick drink. My favorite bartender is behind the counter. As soon as she sees me, she grins and pours my signature drink: a Grey Goose Cosmo. I must say she is looking mighty fine tonight in her black lace bustier, shorts, and red heels. As I approach the counter, she tosses the bottle up in the air and catches it behind her back. She’s trying to impress me. Little does she know, she doesn’t have to do much; she caught my eye a while ago. I peeped that pretty brown skin and those big hazel green eyes a
looong
time ago, as well as them thick thighs and that phat ass. She thinks she’s cute, leaning on the bar top, pushing up her cleavage and batting her eyelashes. Hell, she is cute and tonight, I have no problem telling her so.

“Hey, how you doing, Ms. Lex?” she oozes over her juicy lips.

“I’m good, Ava. You looking sexy as ever tonight,” I quip as I devour her with my eyes.

She licks her lips and says, “Is that so? Well, maybe you should meet me upstairs a little later and I can show you how sexy I can get.” At that, she hands me my drink.

I take a twenty out of my wallet and slide it in between her boobs, smile, and walk away.

I don’t know how sexy she can get, but one thing I do know is that Ava can make one hell of a drink! Trina and Diamond are already in the middle of the dance floor, shaking their asses on some random chicks, so, of course, I have to go show them chicks how it’s really done. So I finish the rest of my drink and head on over.

As I dance, the beat totally takes over. The beat is banging against my body like a hard dick, and I rotate and gyrate my hips like I’m trying to bust a nut. As good as I’m feeling, I might just go ahead and bust one. After a few minutes, I open my eyes to discover that my girls are nowhere to be found. Fuck it, I gotta pee anyway.

As I walk upstairs to the bathroom, I spot Shay down the hall, talking to somebody I can’t see. I try and hurry up so she doesn’t see me. I don’t know why I feel like I have to avoid her; it ain’t like she’s some stranger. I just try and forget about it.

I’m finishing up and washing my hands when I hear someone come in. I must be tweaking ’cause I swear I heard a lock turn. I hear footsteps, but no one comes around the corner. As I rinse the silky, lavender-scented lather off my hands with warm water, I see a smooth, chestnut-colored hand extend toward me with a paper towel. I smile and take it as I look back into those hazel green eyes I’d admired earlier.

“Hello again, Ava. What you doing here? I’ve never seen you leave from behind the bar.”

I know damn well what she is doing up here. But I figure I’ll play along with this little game for a minute.

“Well . . .” She stretches the word like she’s figuring out if she wants to let it go. “You forgot your change. We have a special
tonight, five-dollar Cosmos. So I thought I’d bring it to you personally,” she coos.

“I know how much it was. That’s all for you, baby girl. Since you’re my favorite bartender and all.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, you know that.”

“Well, there’s one more thing that I wanted.”

“Oh, yeah, and what’s that?”

“Your sexy ass.”

“Girl, stop playing!”

“I told you I wanted to show you how sexy I can get. You’re a free agent now, right?”

“You’ve been knowin’ that. Why you trying to act brand new?” I laugh.

She laughs, too, and tries to put me on Front Street. “Oh, I’m acting brand new? You’re the one straight out the cellophane, acting like you don’t be staring me down. I know you want me and hell, I’ve been wanting you.”

She steps in closer and lifts her leg up to the sink. I can feel the heat of her snatch radiate through the fabric on her shorts. Without warning, she slips her tongue in my mouth and pins me against the sink. I grab two handfuls of all that ass she’s got and pull her closer to me. Our tongues swirl back and forth in an ecstasy-filled dream. And at some point during this creamy bliss, she slips her fingers into my wetness.

“Security!!!”
someone yells suddenly from the other side of the door while banging so hard it sounds like the door will split in two any second.
“Open up!”

I quickly fix my clothes while Ava hurries to the nearest stall. This fool at the door is still pounding like they ain’t got a lick of
sense. I unlock the door and pull it open, as if nothing is going on, and who do I see with a grin slicker than the Cheshire Cat?

“Shay, what the fuck?!? Why are you beating this door down like it owes you money!” I yell at her, pissed, yet a little relieved.

She saunters in like she realizes what’s up. “Where’s Ava?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know! Why you want to know, anyway?” I shoot back, a little irritated.

“ ’Cause Big Roc sent me looking for her. He wanna know why she’s not behind the bar. He needs her to do VIP.” She’s staring me down the entire time she is speaking.

“She’s not in my damn mouth, so why the fuck you staring down it so hard?” She realizes I’m being a bitch for a reason.

She steps in closer so that her lips brush the tip of my ear. She says, low and sultry, “Shit, from what I heard from the other side of that door, sounds like she was well past your mouth and deep up in that pussy.”
Damn, was I that loud?
“Let me watch,” she asks in something just above a whisper.

“What? You stupid. Go on and get out of here.”

She locks eyes with me, daring me to turn her down.
Damn, she smells so good.

“Come on, let me at least watch. Shit, maybe I can even join in.”

As I break her stare and try to push past her, Ava walks out of the stall butt-ass naked, except for them red pumps. She struts her way over to the two of us, grabs my face, kisses me again, and then turns to Shay, licks her lips, and grabs her crotch. As she fondles Shay, she starts to talk, and though she is looking at Shay, I know she’s talking to me. “She can watch. Hell, she can even join in, but I want to be the only one to taste you.” And with
that, she presses so hard against my body, I swear I can feel her pulse.

This girl ain’t wasting no time, and neither is Shay. I hear the snap of a rubber and I look over to see she’s already pulled her shirt over her head and behind her neck so only her arms are sticking through. She’s standing there, strap in hand, squirting a travel-size pack of lube on the tip of her dick. I swear, this muthafucka’ thinks she’s a nigga sometimes.

I’m so focused on the heavenly body in front of me that I don’t even care what Shay’s doing. I can feel the wetness soak through my panties and slide down my thighs. Ava is working my body over something tough. My dress gathers on my torso so that all my goodies are exposed. I lay back on the counter and Ava spreads my legs. She laps up the slickness on my thighs first and wetly makes her way to my center. Shay trots up behind Ava and slips her dick into her pussy faster than Quick Draw McGraw. Ava’s muffled moans echo deep in my pussy, vibrating my walls, sending me into pure carnal pleasure. I steady myself and tangle my fingers into Ava’s hair and shove her tongue deeper inside me. I tease my rock-hard nipples so that with each stroke of this girl’s tongue, a jolt of pleasure shoots through my body.

Our bodies are one fluid movement as each of Shay’s strokes blast through Ava and resonate through me. Out the corner of my eye, I see the sticky handprints I left on the mirror. Suddenly, Ava’s hands loosen from around my waist and her palms slap hard against the marble counter. Her whole lower half begins to rise. Her long legs tie around Shay’s waist and the red pumps twist into a perfect bow behind Shay’s back. Shay’s biceps flex and her whole body glistens as she goes into overdrive with Ava suspended in midair. Sweat gathers on her forehead and a little pool
of sweat starts to form at her clavicle and dribbles down to her chest.

Seeing Ava’s ass jiggle with each stroke Shay throws at her is enough to push me over the edge. I guess Shay feels the same way ’cause she pops Ava’s ass over and over again until an apple red handprint lingers on Ava’s ass cheek. I can tell Shay is about to cum. She sucks her breath in through her teeth and low guttural moans escape her throat. She yanks off her strap, unlatches Ava’s grip, snatches her around, and pushes her down into her now exposed crotch. She turns slightly and slips her fingers into my slickness just the way I like it and, to send me over the edge, she uses her thumb to fondle my clit.

Ava’s tongue and my velvety smoothness make Shay cum hard and low. She pulls Ava up and kisses both our juices off her lips. Ava stands in front of me masturbating while Shay stands behind her, kissing her neck and still stroking me. I’m ready to explode as I watch Ava’s body flush and her face contort in sexual delight.

She leans over to my ear and whispers, “You ready to see how sexy I can really get?”

What the fuck, is she ’bout to bring out her bag now?

Ava lifts her leg up to the sink and I get an eagle’s eyeful of her dripping wet pinkness. She leans back and announces that she is cumming and, at that moment, a stream of hot liquid arcs into the air and lands on my thigh.
Did this bitch just nut on me like a nigga!?! Did I just like it?
I must have because, at the same time, I bust the biggest nut I’ve ever had in my life!

We gather ourselves and exchange glances across the room. Before I leave I slip my number into Ava’s pocket. I walk back to the dance floor, where Trina and Diamond spot me and immediately begin interrogating me.

“We’ve been looking all over for you! Where the fuck have you been?!”

I think back to what just happened and all I can say is, “Nuttin’,” and start busting up laughing.

Once again they look at me like I’ve lost my mind. I just brush them heifers off and head over to the dance floor.

Lynn Lake

He gunned the car, tearing down the back road, stirring up a trail of thick dust that hung heavy in the breathless air. The temperature was a hundred and ten degrees, and the flat, barren land all around offered not a bit of shade. Soon, the engine of the ’32 coupe gulped, and the car shuddered, steam billowing out from under the hood.

He nursed the overheated Ford to within a couple hundred yards of a dirt drive that led up to a small, white farmhouse, and then the vehicle expired with a final hiss of steam. Ted Stevens stepped out of the car into the searing sun. He pushed his straw hat back and mopped his face with a handkerchief. Then he set his hat and tie on straight and strode down the road and into the driveway of the farmhouse.

From behind the faded chintz curtains in the parlor, Ruby Garner watched the tall, lean man walk up onto the porch of her house. He had a rugged, handsome face, brown eyes and broad shoulders, wiry black hair peeking out from under his hat. Despite the stifling heat, she shivered when he knocked on the screen door.

“Hello, ma’am,” Ted said, smiling and doffing his hat. “I’ve had some car trouble.” He pointed up the road at the black vehicle baking under the hot summer sun. “I wonder if I might trouble you for some water for my radiator?”

She gazed at him through the flimsy screen, her hazel eyes narrowed. “You best let it cool down some, first. Why don’t you come inside, have a glass of lemonade?”

“Why, thank you, ma’am! That would be fine. Sure is hot out.”

He sat at the kitchen table, tall and straight, while she poured cool lemonade from a pitcher into a glass, set the glass down in front of him. She was wearing a plain white cotton dress, thin from washing, hugging to the curves of her dark body, and she could feel his glittering eyes appraising her.

He took a deep gulp of the lemonade. “Will you join me, ma’am?”

She held the pitcher against her stomach, the iced glass cooling her not a bit. “You just out for a drive?”

He laughed, staring at her rising and falling breasts pressing against the front of her dress. “No, ma’am. I’m out on business. I’m a crop adjuster for a large insurance concern.”

He was wearing a brown pinstriped suit and white shirt, brown tie and shoes. He looked like he had a steady job. “Not much crop of any kind around here, these days,” Ruby said, drawing a little closer. The man’s musky cologne filled the stuffy kitchen. “Hasn’t been since thirty-one.”

“Times are tough.” He nodded solemnly, glancing up, noticing how the woman’s eyes were shining now. He took another swallow of lemonade, his Adam’s apple bobbing powerfully. “Your, uh, husband is out in the fields?”

She wet her full lips with the tip of her pink tongue. “He’s off on . . . business, himself. Has been for a while.”

“Oh? Must get mighty lonely here all by yourself.”

She stared at his deep-brown face, the sheen of perspiration on his broad forehead, his long, strong fingers gripping the glass
and the table. It
was
lonely, had been for too long with no man around. Her young body swayed, her pretty face flushing. It was so very hot, the man so very close.

She crashed the pitcher of lemonade down on the table.

“Well, I suppose I’d better be—”

Ruby grabbed him by the shoulders, lowered her head, and mashed her mouth against his, unable to control herself. And she shivered with delight as she felt his long, strong arms catch her trembling body, his soft, wet lips move against hers.