by Ca$H
Caileigh remained positioned in the chair for a minute to get her mind right. A few minutes later, Duran extended his hands, showing her to the bathroom where she could wash herself up. She quickly put on her clothes, knowing that by now the girls would be in the lobby waiting.
“Thanks for an awesome time.” She kissed his cheek.
Kaylanie and Brooklyn sat in the lobby, impatiently waiting on Caileigh. She made such a big ordeal for them to but ready, but disappeared.
Moments later they spotted her,“Where the fuck you been?” Brooklyn interrogated.
“Minding my damn business. Let’s go.” She walked off without another word.
The two ladies shook their heads at each other then followed her bossy butt. Sometime later, they headed to the Bob Marley Museum for a tour.
Caileigh was still lurking to fulfill her hoeish mission, so she collected at least two other numbers from two fine ass natives.
“They don’t make them like this at home,” Caileigh laughed as Kaylanieand Brooklyn refused to entertain her charades.“Anyway, ole’ boy said we need to check out a club called Quad and some ole’ mansion called the Devon House.
After the museum, they had dinner at Scotchies Jerk Center and from there they took a quick nap before they got dressed for the club. By their outfits, it could easily be seen what each woman was searching for.
Caileigh wore a white peplum top with matching tights that had lace from the waistline to her ankle. Her ensemble was accompanied by red, wedge heels. A blind man could see she wore no drawers and her breasts were damn near to her chin courtesy of push-up bra. She left no doubt that she was ready for some fucking while the others could care less about the island men. They just wanted to have a good time and chill.
Kaylanie sported a knee length, blue and grey bandage dress with sling back grey heels. Neveah had on a bright green floor length skirt with a matching top that fell directly above her navel and gold ankle cuff sandals. Brooklyn had on a pair of dark denim capris with a black halter top that matched the red and black Jordan’s on her feet.
“Just in case I need these.” Caileighpatted the small clutch she’d tucked two condoms in.
The girls shook their heads at her thirsty comments.
Neveah checked her phone for the millionth time, but she had no response from William. She huffed in aggravation and placed it on the desk.
He just don’t damn care, Neveah told herself.
Catching a cab, they stood in front of a three story, grey stucco building with a neon blue sign that read: Quad. After a fifteen minute wait, they made their way to the more exclusive top floor of the club, or so the bouncer had said. The club was live.
“Hey, Champion. Wahyah get?” The bartender flirted with Caileigh. He would definitely show her a good time on the island if allowed. Thicker women were highly attractive and desired among the men.
“I would like a shot of Hennessey and my girls would like…” she paused, turning to them for their orders.
“Peach Ciroc,” Neveah responded.
“GuinessStout,” Brooklyn said.
“Water,” Kaylanie replied.
Caileighrolled her eyes.“How much?” She went into her bag for the money after the bartender handed them their drinks.
“It’s on me. Nice up yuhself.” He bid them to enjoy themselves. They raised their cups in a toast to him and began sipping.
They caught a table on the side of the dance floor and took a seat. The reggae music blared through the speakers and the deejay hyped the crowd up on the mic. Girls popped their ass and pivoted their hips to the island’s most popular songs.
Sipping wasn’t getting Neveah the effect she was looking for, so she took the Ciroc straight to the head, quickly returning to the bar for a second round.
“You better slow down,” Brooklyn warned her.
“I’ll be fine,” she brushed her off. She moved a couple of feet away from the table to spare herself any possible lecture. She returned to the bar once more before losing all count of her alcohol consumption.
The Ciroc began to take her to a happier place, erasing her thoughts about what William was doing. She rocked her hips to the beat of the music.
“Yow browning, yuh look good enuh.” A young boy spoke into Neveah’s ear. He was a tall, lengthy, dark, milk chocolate specimen with short dreads. He wore a multicolor, patterned, button down, collar shirt with a pair of skinny jeans and black tennis. He had a neatly lined fade and beard that framed his face.
Judging that he was no more than twenty-two, she redirected her attention back to the floor, hoping he would move along because she definitely wasn’t interested. He held his hands up in surrender as he backed up some. Neveah closed her eyes, refocusing on her drink and the ambiance of the space, bobbing her head from left to right as she felt the liquor take control.
The darkness did something that heightened the effects of the alcohol. The club had a totally different vibe about it. She felt incredible as she soared in the clouds. She increased the swivel of her hips as the music infiltrated her soul. The young man took advantage of the opportunity he saw unfolding. He grabbed her sides, pulling her backwards onto him. She rotated her hips like a hula hoop against his pants. He piloted the sway of their bodies until they became in perfect sync.
Neveah gave him a tantalizing exhibition that caused his manhood to thicken within seconds. Feeling his bulge, she immediately desired compensation from her work. She faced him, maneuvering his hand to tame the throb coming from between her legs. He palmed her pussy, ready to tear her insides wide open. Taking her by the hand, he escorted her outside of the club into the alley on the side. Her mind said what she was doing was irrational, but the pulsation in her core sought relief.
About fifty feet into the alley, he pinned her to the building, savagely kissing on her body. He snatched her shirt up, freeing her breasts from the bra that imprisoned them. He completely demolished them with the heat of his mouth, indulging on her nipples.
“Mmm,” Neveah whimpered at the gratification of him reaching her hot spot. Her sprinklers activated, causing a dampening in her pit.
He ferociously tore her thong from under her skirt, discarding it like garbage. Her skin singed in bliss at his animalistic behavior. She wrapped one leg around his waist, leaving the other to anchor her to the ground. The sound of his pants unzipping made her crave his dick. Spitting on it for extra moisture, he rubbed it onto his pole before he forcefully shoved it inside of her wet vessel.
“Mibrowning, u dis mi.” He was about to punish her ass for even considering that she could dismiss him. Her bare back scraped against the stucco building as he hammered her canal. She wrapped her arms around him as her knees threatened to give out.
Sensing he wasn’t going as deep as possible, he instructed her to face the wall and assume the position, spreading her legs extra wide with his foot. The liquid from her lair flowed liberally. She braced her palms on the wall, preparing for impact. He wrapped her dreads in his fist, snatching her head back as he pummeled her pussy unmercifully.
“Hit this shit,” she shouted.
He bit into her back, accelerating the propulsion of his pole. She closed her eyes, shaking her head defiantly at the fact that anything could be that good. The pain mixed with pleasure was cosmic. She wanted to scream his name from the top of the highest mountain. The friction from the stabs of his spear caused her skin to tingle and shudder.
Neveah opened her eyes to a crowd of onlookers at the end of the alley, they had stopped to admire the scene. The temperature of her heat box rose to supernova, enough to eradicate mankind from the earth. The strength of his jabs were filled with the lust from when he first noticed her on the dance floor. Unable to contain it, she released her first sign of pleasure onto his pipe. He licked his lips in satisfaction, but he was far from finished.
“Ey gyal, ole u ankle dem.” He commanded her to hold onto her ankles. He eased his rod in and out, pulling her into him once he had fully
entered. He wriggled his hips to ensure she took in every piece of his shaft. Taking one of her hands off of her ankles, she applied pressure on her stomach.
“Nuh, my girl,” he pushed her hand away.
She obeyed his summons as he applied enough force to almost crush her bones as he unceasingly explored her tunnel. The sky opened and the universe cried the tears that would not fall from her own eyes in her moment of ecstasy. The warm rain slid down her back into the crack of her ass while he continued his lunges into her deep center. His youthful stamina showed no ending in sight to the lashing he was unleashing into Neveah’s cave. She was in paradise.
Whap!
The sound of his hand smacking her ass roared like thunder. Her ass cheeks jiggled like Jell-O on impact. The sting from the force of his hand mixed with the downpour of rain intensified the mood. He seized her dangling breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers. Her eyes appeared colorless as her pupils retracted back under their hoods.
He continuously plowed in her at a rapid pace. Her legs shook violently and her pussy ached in the most divine manner. Voices in her head sang the praises of the stranger. He grunted, taking custody of her love handles to steady her balance, almost ready to spit his seeds. Pulverizing her with all his force, she held onto the wall to shield her head from banging into it. She was ready to hose down his rod for the second time.
“Ahhh,” she screamed, irrigating her valley.
She came so hard the second time that he could no longer hold his own nut. With a few prods, he pulled out, jacking his nut onto the pavement.
“Mmm,” he grunted.
Neveah caught her breath before fixing her outfit to head back inside. As she proceeded down the alley, he called out to her.
“U nuh waahmi name?”
“Nah. You’ve served your purpose.” She continued walking without looking back.
Damn, when the island boys can put it down, you already knooww… she sang, smiling to herself.
Making her way back to the floor, Kaylanie and Brooklyn were standing on the sidelines. Brooklyn was conversing with an island guy while Kaylanie ignored his friend who was trying hard to make conversation. Neveah stood within eye sight of the table so they could see she was back.
“Where have you been? We started to put out an APB on you,” Brooklyn spoke in a reprimanding way to Neveah.
“Ma’am, last time I checked, I was grown.” Neveah waved her concerns off.“You’re the damn child here.”
“Uh huh.” Brooklyn made her way back to the guy waiting for her at the table.
Neveah looked around for Caileigh, but there was no sign of her.“Where is Caileigh?” she asked Kaylanie.
“Girl, I be fuck if I know. Most likely in the bathroom letting one of these island men fuck her more stupid that she already is. I know I’m ready to go, though,” Kaylanie spat.
“Well, we can’t leave without her, so we better start looking. Let me get Brooklyn,” Neveah huffed before heading over to retrieve her people.
Searching the club, they saw no sign of Caileigh anywhere. Brooklyn tried hitting her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. She hit her a few more times receiving the same result. On the verge of exasperation, she had the deejay do a call out like Caileigh was a lost child in a department store. Twenty minutes later, Caileigh was still M.I.A.
“Ohhh! I swear that girl gets on my last damn good nerve,” Kaylaniecomplained.“She clearly isn’t here and I don’t have time for this shit with her. Let’s get the fuck out of here.” They walked out of the club toward the hotel.
The girls nervously retired to their rooms. Neveah called the police on their way to the hotel but there was nothing they could do just yet.
Kaylanie tried to watch TV to calm her nerves, but her ears kept playing tricks on her. She jumped up each time she thought she heard the door handle, ready to lay into Caileigh’sass. She had done some reckless shit before but this made no sense. Eventually, she paced the floor worried about her sister’s whereabouts. Why would she leave the damn club without saying something to someone and then not answer her phone?
Kaylanie’s head began to pound from the agitation of Caileighdisappearance. She needed a drink, something she haven’t done since their dad had been killed by a drunk driver. She grabbed her wedges she had placed next to the sofa and headed downstairs. She couldn’t wait for Caileighto walk through that door. The tongue lashing she had for her would probably end in a fist fight. Her hands flailed as she played the scene out in her mind, walking through the hotel lobby. Caught up in her own head, she paid no attention to where she was going. She fell down the two steps that led to the hotel’s bar. Her foot bent in the opposite direction, twisting her ankle.
“Shit!” She winced, gripping her ankle to stop the thudding pain.
“Yuh arite?” The bartender came from behind the bar to check on her. He offered his hands to aid her, seeing the grimace on her face. She accepted his hand and he pulled her up, being careful to lift her slowly. They stood face to face, staring into each other’s eyes.
“I will be fine. Thank You,” Kaylanie sprang backwards a little.
“Come siddung,” he put her arm around his neck as she hopped on her right leg. He retreated behind the counter and filled a clean towel with some ice.
“Mmmhmm,” he mumbled, placing it onto her injury.
The swelling made her release a slightly painful moan. She requested something strong to distract the pain, so the bartender made her a Jamaican Rum Punch. To amplify the effect he added an additional shots of Jamaican White Rum straight from the distillery.
The first sip of the drink burned but the rest went down smoothly. While she nurtured her ankle, she asked a few questions about the area. Hopefully he could ease some of her concerns about Caileigh’ssafety. He didn’t give the best report but not the worst either. He was curious as to why she would ask, but figured she didn’t want to talk about if she hadn’t said.
Kaylanie had another drink and decided it was time to go back to the room. Her ankle felt numb from the ice and relaxed for the most part, but she wanted to soak it to hopefully help with the swelling.
The bartender came around the bar top to help her when he saw her attempt to get up off of the barstool.
“I can manage,” she held onto the chair, fixing her shirt that had lifted up slightly, showing the bumble bee yellow thong she wore.
“Yuh wah mi wahk wid u gi yuhroom?”
“No. I have it,” she began bouncing out of the bar. She held her arms out to keep herself steady, but still wobbled.
“Nuh worry, yuh criss,” he assured her that she was good.“Mi soon fawud,” he let the other bartender know he would be back. He got in front of her, bringing her hands down and leading the way. His touch was so soft and tender. Kaylanie wanted to object, but he shook his head and put a finger on her lips before she could utter a word. He brushed his finger across them delicately.
“Shhh,” he directed her and walked backwards to maintain eye contact with her. His stare mesmerized her and she followed his lead without another objection. He escorted her through the lobby and to her room.
“Wehdi key?” he asked.
“Right here,” she took her hands from him and patted over her left breast. She braced herself with the wall and dug in, but couldn’t find they key.“Damn it,” she fumed at herself. She remembered that after she had returned from the club she’d tossed it on the end table next to the sofa. That’s where it still was.
“Mi ago get annadawan.” He went toward the elevators to retrieve another key from the front desk.
Kaylanie leaned against the wall and watched him walk away. But sexual urges started to arise within her. Maybe it was the alcohol that lowered her inhibitions or her need to be distracted from the issue with both her sister and her ankle, but she was steaming with desire.
It had been a hot minute since her last man. Her control issues caused her previous relationship to end. She demanded to know where he
was, who he was with, wanted to pick out his clothes and was close to coaching their sex. No longer able to handle it, she came home to find a note from him and all of his things gone. While she was happily single and in control of her life, she could use some sexual release. Her essence began to seep at the thought of fucking the bartender.
He returned about five minutes later with her key in hand. Kaylanie licked her lips as he came toward her. Yep, she answered the question in her head. The locked clicked and he helped her inside.
“Thank you. Uhhh,” she looked for a name tag.“I’m sorry. What’s your name?” She wrapped her arm around his neck, hopping on one foot into the room. He helped her onto the sofa.
“Eason,” he replied.
‘Thank you, Eason. Let me give you something for your trouble. Have a seat,” she invited, patting a spot for him.
“Nuh. Mi affi guh elplack di bar.” Eason knew the other bartender would be looking for him to close up.
“Don't be in such a hurry, I have something nice for you.” She got up off of the sofa and boldly straddled his lap. Peering at him with sultry eyes. She began unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands down his perfectly carved torso. Her eyes glowed at beholding his eight pack. She gazed into his eyes and with no spoken words he gave her permission to proceed. He leaned up as she pushed his clothing over his shoulders, revealing the tattoos that ran up and down his well-built arms.
He lifted her off of his lap, effortlessly carrying her into the bedroom. He started to place her on the bed, but had a more creative idea. He sat her down on the bed as he dragged the ottoman out onto the balcony. Able to place a small amount of weight onto her ankle, she limped behind him, meeting him. She pushed him back, requesting he have a seat in the chair. Eason submitted to her request and slid back.
She slowly crawled up the ottoman like an animal preparing for an attack. She brushed her body against his before gingerly placing both feet on the floor and standing up over him. Eason reached up, pulling down her cotton shorts as she removed her shirt. She unfastened her bra, tossing it to the side of the chair, allowing her breasts to be emancipated. She grabbed the band of her thong to remove it, but Eason shook his head in rejection.
