12 Day's In December

by Roy Glenn

  I felt myself getting hard as Stephanie allowed her wet hand to linger as it glided across my chest while watching Toya spread her legs and eased two fingers inside herself. Stephanie peeled my shirt off one shoulder and then the next.

  “Now glide your hands down his arms and then rub that sexy chest.” Stephanie did as she was told as Toya squeezed a nipple and worked her fingers inside her wetness a little faster.

  “His nipples get hard like yours do,” Stephanie murmured.

  “Squeeze them,” Toya ordered softly, making it clear she was as affected as Stephanie was. Then the speed of her thrusting fingers picked up.

  This shit was hot.

  I was staring at Toya, she was staring at me while she slammed her fingers in and out of herself. Stephanie was squeezing my sensitive nipples and I watched Toya’s eyes open wide and her head drift back. That shit was making my dick throb like it was about to burst through the skin and I hoped that somebody planned on sucking it.

  “Ah,” Toya let out a sexy moan and her pretty eyes closed as her body shuddered. But then suddenly, her eyes popped open. “I need those pants off him now, Stephanie.”

  “Yes, Toya.”

  “Kneel down in front of him.”

  When Stephanie complied and quickly got on her knees, I hoped that Toya was gonna tell her to blow me while she was down there.

  “Unbuckle his belt and then pull down his zipper really slow.”

  When she pulled down the zipper, Stephanie paused. I guess she noticed that I wasn’t wearing underwear. I never do.

  “Now let his pants drop to the floor.”

  Once again, Stephanie complied.

  “Am I going to be happy, Stephanie?”

  “Very.”

  “Move, let me see.” Toya pushed off the wall carefully. “Nice, very nice,” she said as Stephanie helped me step out of my pants. “Stroke it for me, Stephanie.”

  “Yes, Toya.”

  “Stand behind him and do it, I want to see it.”

  Stephanie got to her feet, moved behind me and put her body on mine as Toya’s pace got faster. She reached around, took my dick in her hand and stroked while she worked her body against mine. I was enjoying the sensation of her nipples against my back, and her firm and yet gentle grip on my dick. The way Stephanie changed her pace to match what Toya was doing to herself was blowing me. When Toya screamed Stephanie began to thrust her body into mine like she was cumming too and maybe she did.

  “Now lead him by the dick to me,” she instructed, and Stephanie complied with her request. She led me into the shower, got a loofah and bathed me while Toya watched. Once Stephanie rinsed the soap from my body, she had an instruction for me.

  “Stay here. I’ll be back for you,” she said and followed Toya out of the shower.

  As Stephanie began to dry Toya, it was my turn to watch and get her hot, hotter than she already was. I opened the shower door, leaned against the wall, looked into Toya’s eyes and began stroking my dick. She watched with her finger in her mouth and her hand between her legs while Stephanie patted her back until it was dry.

  “Bring him to me,” Toya said and went in the bedroom as Stephanie came back for me. Once she dried me and then herself, I followed the lady to the bedroom. Toya was laying on the bed with her legs gapped open, massaging her fat pretty clit.

  Me and Stephanie crawled up on the bed and we fucked Toya. Me and Stephanie, however, did not have sex with each other. She wouldn’t even let me suck a tittie. Which was a real shame because Stephanie had fat nipples that I would have loved sucking. And with her face buried between Toya’s thighs and her big round ass up in the air, it was hard to resist going up in her.

  Anyway, we fucked Toya, and yes, I do mean we, because sometime during round three, Stephanie disappeared, came back strapped up and put in serious work on Toya’s ass while I fucked her. And then Toya strapped up and she fucked the shit outta Stephanie while I sat back and watched. There was no part in that set for me, ’cause neither one of them was fuckin’ me.

  Chapter Two

  December 14

  Toya rolled on her side and I assumed that it was an invitation to get some quietly while her girl slept. I wouldn’t dream of refusing. I moved closer, and she grabbed my dick, stroked it a few times and guided me in to her wet pussy, I fucked her, and Stephanie didn’t wake up until Toya screamed.

  While Toya and a very jealous Stephanie argued about it, I got up and headed for the shower. I needed to meet Wanda that morning at ten. She had made an appointment for us to talk to a criminal defense attorney.

  “And don’t say Andre got lawyers. Those are his lawyers, Mike. They are paid to protect his interests. But we are making moves that may put our interests and his at odds,” Wanda told me that day, and you know what, I couldn’t disagree with her. It was pointless anyway.

  “Make it happen.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “You’re not gonna give me any argument?”

  “No. Should I?

  “No.”

  “When you’re right, you’re right. And that time is already here. Him not telling us about what Nicky and Johnny Boy had planned for us proves that our interests are at odds with Andre’s, at least that’s what it says to me.”

  “That’s what it says to me too. That’s why I wanna do this.”

  “And I’m agreeing with you.”

  “You know what it is, right?”

  “What?”

  “I’m so used to you and Bobby—” She paused. “Especially Bobby, giving me such a hard time when I’m trying to do things, I’m just surprised when you don’t.”

  “For the record, I ask you questions because I need to know, Bobby asks questions to fuck with you.”

  “And it gets on my last nerve,” Wanda said. So she set it up and we had an appointment to see Arthur Conan, Attorney at law, that morning.

  When I got out of the shower, I found that Toya and Stephanie had kissed and were in the process of making up. Stephanie frowned when Toya invited me to join them, but I declined the invitation.

  “As much as I’d like to, I have a meeting to go to this morning,” I told Toya and that made Stephanie smile and she eagerly buried her head between Toya’s thighs. I took my time getting dressed because I was more interested in watching. Stephanie had skills.

  Once I finally finished getting dressed, I said goodbye to the ladies and caught a cab to meet Wanda. When I got to the building, she wasn’t there. I stood outside and waited for her for a while, but it was cold. There was a coffee shop in the building and since I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday at the airport while we were waiting for Solomon, I went inside to wait and maybe grab something that I could choke down quick.

  I was about to sit down at the counter when I saw something that made me smile. Someone actually, someone I knew, but didn’t know.

  “Hello,” I said in her ear.

  “Mike Black,” she said and turned to face me.

  “How are you?” I asked.

  “I’ve been doing great. What about you?”

  “I’ve been doing great too. Mind if I sit?” I asked and pointed to the seat next to her.

  “No. Please, have a seat?”

  “Thank you,” I said and was about to sit down when Wanda came in the coffee shop and walked up on me.

  “I thought I’d find you in here. Sorry I’m late, I missed the train,” she said. “Hey, Donna.”

  “Hey, Wanda.”

  “I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Wanda said, looking back and forth between us.

  “We don’t … well we do kinda know each other.” I turned to her and held out my hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Donna…” I paused. “The pleasure had truly been completely mine, Donna,” I said, and Wanda looked confused at the two of us because she didn’t know our history.

  I first met the woman whose name I now know to be Donna, a few months ago. She used to dance sometimes at André
’s private spot in Ricky’s afterhours club. When we left there, we ended up at my apartment, and the next thing you know, I got her bent over the couch and old Jed’s a millionaire.

  “It was my pleasure too,” Donna said, and a now thoroughly confused Wanda shook her head and looked at her watch.

  “We gotta go, Mike. We’re already late. Donna, it was good seeing you,” Wanda said and gave me one of her patented impatient looks.

  “Bye, Donna. I hope we meet again.”

  “You never know. Anything is possible,” she said, and I followed Wanda out of the coffee shop.

  “What was up with that? Do you know her or not?”

  “You really wanna know?”

  “Yes, Mike, I really wanna know.”

  “I fucked her one night that I saw her dancing at Andre’s spot in Ricky’s afterhours club, but she never would tell me her name,” I said as the elevator doors opened, and we got on.

  “So let me get this straight. She knew you well enough to have sex with you, but not enough to tell you her name.” Wanda shook her head. “You and your women.”

  We went in Conan’s office and were asked to wait. We took a seat and I took the opportunity to fill in some blanks.

  “How do you know Donna?” I asked Wanda.

  I found out that her name is Donna Smith and she worked as a paralegal for an attorney in the building. She knew Wanda from law school. They took a Torts and a Civil Procedure class together. Good to know, you know, in case I ever saw her again.

  Our meeting with Conan may have lasted over an hour, but it was very productive. I left there feeling like Wanda had made an excellent choice. When she told me that her Criminal Law professor was the one who referred her, I got a little apprehensive about what he might think of Wanda.

  “Don’t worry, Mike. I blamed everything on you the way I always do,” she said and smiled, but I didn’t. “I told him the referral was for an old acquaintance who does some shady things sometimes. After I assured him that I had nothing at all to do with this shady business of yours, he offered up Conan and said he was the best.”

  I pressed the button for the elevator. “Seems like a sharp guy,” I said and that was when I saw Donna come out of an office and she went the opposite way down the hall.

  “Excuse me, Wanda.”

  “You want me to wait for you?” Wanda asked, looking exasperated as the elevator came.

  “Yeah, wait for me in the coffee shop and we’ll have something to eat and then catch the train back uptown,” I said as I walked to catch up with Donna before she got to what I assumed was the ladies’ room. Which was a good thing, because standing outside the bathroom waiting for a woman to come out is not a good look, and besides, you might be standing there looking stupid for a while.

  “Donna!” I said, and she stopped.

  “I told you anything was possible, and here we are,” she said with a smile.

  “I’m not gonna keep you long, but I just gotta know, what happened? I haven’t seen you since you came to The Late Night. After that, you disappeared. You must have stopped dancing at Ricky’s cause nobody’s seen you there either.”

  “You checked?” She seemed surprised.

  “Yeah, I checked.” Actually I was there one night, so I asked Ricky about her.

  “I’m flattered.”

  “So what’s up?”

  “I only used to dance there to make enough money to get me back in law school,” Donna said.

  “I can understand that.”

  “As far as me disappearing on you.” She took a breath. “I like you, Mike, I am just not interested in being a part of Mike Black’s world.”

  “I can definitely understand that,” I said, and I could. She made the right decision. The same one Michaela made, and I made for Carmen. The one that I should have made for Vickie.

  The night Donna came to see me at The Late Night was the same night that Bodie Ringling came there with his crew. I had Jap escort her out of there and put her in a cab before the shit started.

  “I’d glad that you understand, Mike, I really am, but I am trying to put that world behind me. But like I said, anything can happen, because I never thought I’d see you again and.” She looked me up and down. “Here you are.”

  I smiled. “It was good to see you, Donna. You are more than welcome to drop by The Late Night anytime.”

  “I just may take you up on that.”

  “No you won’t,” I said since she just told me that she was trying to move her life forward.

  “You’re right,” Donna said.

  “But maybe I could be an occasional convenience for you to use when you feel like it.”

  She smiled. “Now that I might do.” She got on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. “Goodbye, Mike. It was good to see you,” Donna said, and I turned to walk away.

  When I got off the elevator, Wanda was waiting for me. We got something to eat in the coffee shop and then took the D train to two fifth street and she drove us to Bobby’s apartment from there. When I got there, I took out my key and looked at Wanda. I put the key in the lock and banged on the door.

  “Coming in with Wanda!” I shouted.

  “Wait!” Bobby shouted back, and Wanda shook her head. I shrugged my shoulders and after a while, Bobby yelled for us to come on in.

  Wanda and I sat in his living room, drinking Remy out the bottle, smoking and watching music videos for almost an hour before Bobby’s bedroom door opened.

  “Say hello to Mike and Wanda, Vanessa,” Bobby said as he hurriedly escorted her to the door.

  “Hi.” She waved, and Bobby opened the door.

  “Say goodbye to Mike and Wanda, Vanessa,” Bobby said, and he followed her out the door. “Be right back,” he said and closed the door. It was another half hour before Bobby came back in. “Give me a minute, I gotta take a shower.”

  “I thought you were ready to go,” Wanda commented.

  “I was. But she wanted to fuck in the elevator,” Bobby said and closed the door.

  “You could have said no, I got something to do,” Wanda shouted to the closed door.

  “No, Wanda, he couldn’t,” I said and rolled us another one.

  When Bobby was ready again, we rolled out and headed for Delancey street. Since it was December, we stopped at the liquor store and got another bottle of Remy before we made the trip. Once we got to the offices of Secure Solutions, Wanda popped a couple of tic-tacs, put some Visine in her eyes and went in. For the next fifteen minutes, I waited anxiously for Wanda to come out. When she did, she was with Parrish’s Arnold Schwarzenegger looking bodyguard. He handed her his card, they shook hands and then he stood there and watched Wanda walk away before he went back in the building. She got in the car.

  “His name is Jürgen Schmidt and he is Simon Parrish’s bodyguard when he is in the city, which he is not, and he has no idea where he is or when he’ll be back.”

  “Great,” Bobby said.

  “But Jürgen promised that he will call me when Mr. Parrish is back in the city.”

  “How’d you get all that?” I asked.

  “I told them the truth … sorta,” Wanda laughed. “I told him that I was one of the women that was there that night. And I was, I just wasn’t one of the ones that he was thinking.” We laughed. “Anyway, I told Jürgen that Mr. Parrish told me to get in touch with him to be sure that we got together next time he was in town.”

  “I guess that’s better than nothing,” Bobby said.

  “Still, I'm gonna get Jap to follow this guy, just in case Parrish isn’t out of the country,” I said, and since it was December, we went back to getting fucked up. For the next couple of hours, the three of us rode around in Bobby’s Sedan DeVille, Bobby and Wanda in the front seat, me in the back, going from place to place, drinking and smoking and having a good time.

  Until Wanda had to go and fuck it up.

  “You know what’s missing?” she asked.

  “What?” Bobby asked.

&nbs
p; “Vickie.” Wanda paused. “I miss her.”

  “Yeah,” was all Bobby managed.

  Why’d she have to go there?

  It was our first December without her. Had she lived, Vickie would be sitting in the backseat next to me. If I didn’t kill her, she’d be here, laughing and drinking and smoking right along with us. Wanda turned around and looked at me.

  “She’d be back there trying to get us to sing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer with her,” she said.

  “Damn sure would. Singing all loud and off key and shit,” Bobby laughed. “What was that other song she liked to sing?” Bobby asked and snapped his fingers.

  “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow,” Wanda sang.

  “Yeah,” Bobby laughed. “You know what we should do?”

  “What?” Wanda asked.

  “We should ride out to Woodlawn, burn one and pour out some liquor for her,” he said and they both turned around and looked at me. I nodded my head and Bobby headed to Woodlawn.

  I missed her too, because as hard as I’d try not to be into Christmas, Vickie would try just as hard to get me into some kind of Christmas spirit. It usually revolved around her making me go Christmas shopping for Wanda’s present with her. You see, I could just hand Wanda a stack of bills and she’d do all my shopping, but not Vickie.

  “No, buddy. You wanna buy something for Wanda, you need to come on with me,” she’d say, and we’d go Christmas shopping. Thinking back on that as we drove through the gates, that was always fun time with Vickie, but I can’t think of a time that wasn’t. Vickie made everything in my world brighter just by being a part of it.

  I miss you, Vickie.

  Anyway, we got out of the car and the three of us walked to her grave and poured out some liquor for our girl. We stood quietly, passing the bob and the bottle until they were both done.

  “Somebody should say something,” Wanda said and once again, they both looked at me.

  “What y’all looking at me for?” I pointed at Wanda. “You started this.” I pointed at Bobby. “And you wanted to come here. You want me to say something? Fine.”

  I stood there looking at her headstone and all the anger, the hurt, the pain I felt that day and every day since washed over me.