Hooker to housewife # 3

by Deja King

  “T-Roc, as always it’s a pleasure to see you.”

  “Stop with the formalities, we’re old friends.”

  “If you say so.” After they were seated and ordered their food, Chantal didn’t waste any time quizzing T-Roc. “So what’s your plan?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “What is your plan to get that thorn in my side out of Andre’s life?”

  “Oh, you must be speaking of Tyler. Can we at least wait until our drinks get here before we start discussing business?”

  “Here comes the waiter now. Drink up, so we can get down to it.”

  “Get down to what?” T-Roc asked in a flirtatious tone. Chantal simply smiled letting him know she welcomed it. “Let’s toast, to great minds thinking alike.” Chantal raised her glass of champagne and their glasses clicked.

  Five glasses of champagne later Chantal found herself savoring every stroke as T-Roc filled her insides. She pulled him in deeper, wanting to feel each thrust. How Chantal went from sitting across from T-Roc at the table sharing crème brûlée to him twisting her out in her hotel suite was still a bit blurry for Chantal. She somewhat remembered them tonguing each other down on the elevator ride up as his fingers made their way up her dress to the insides of her thong panties. Now here they were in a full fledged sexual embrace and she was loving every minute of it. T-Roc was laying down the pipe with the same finesse he used to charm the world.

  “Ah, T-Roc, fuck me harder! I want to feel every inch of you.” The provocative pleading in Chantal’s voice made his dick even harder. T-Roc lifted his upper body from Chantal’s clenches wanting to see the pleasure in her eyes as he went deeper and deeper. Her warm juices were drenching his dick and T-Roc was about to explode.

  “Damn, baby you feel so good.”

  “So do you. Oh gosh, I’m almost there,” Chantal sighed. T-Roc kept hitting that delicate spot over and over and Chantal could feel herself building up to the ultimate release. Before she knew it she was lost in her orgasm; her screams of ecstasy were only drowned out by the groans of T-Roc cumming. They both exhaled after their intense sex session.

  When the nostalgia of the moment wore off, Chantal immediately regretted two things. First, having sex with T-Roc with no protection. They were both so tipsy neither thought twice about wrapping it up. Second, that she had sex with him at all. It was true T-Roc had given her the sexual healing she was in desperate need of, but no matter how shaky her relationship was with Andre, he could never find out she had slept with his enemy.

  “You were incredible, Chantal. I understand why Andre keeps you around.”

  “Speaking of Andre, he can never find out about this, T-Roc,” Chantal said seriously.

  “I got you. Your secret is safe with me. I have no intentions of destroying your plans of locking Andre down.”

  “Wonderful. I mean, what’s wrong with mixing a little business with pleasure as long as it stays between the two of us?”

  “My sentiments exactly. Now enough talking. Get back over here.” T-Roc pulled Chantal closer to him and they were at it again. Chantal couldn’t get enough of T-Roc but even in the midst of getting twisted out, Chantal was calculating how she could get one up on T-Roc. She didn’t trust him or his promise to keep their sexual encounter a secret.

  T-Roc finally left a few hours later. They both fell asleep after going at it, but T-Roc made it clear before he left that he’d be back later on that night. Chantal didn’t mind; she enjoyed his company. She also hoped to use it as an opportunity to get the leverage she needed on T-Roc. Not wasting any time she placed a phone call to her girlfriend Arlene. Chantal tapped her fingers impatiently, willing her friend to pick up the phone.

  “Hello.”

  “Arlene, girl, I’m glad you answered.”

  “Chantal, is that you?”

  “Yes, the one and only.”

  “I haven’t spoken to you since I called about Andre being in 40/40 with that video chick. I hope that girl didn’t fuck things up for ya.”

  “Honey, I got much bigger problems than that silly hofessional Arisa.”

  “Like what?”

  “We’ll get into that another time. Right now I need your assistance with something else. Do you still talk to that chick Tina?”

  “Uptown Tina?”

  “Yeah, her.”

  “We still cool. I speak to her every now and then. We get our hair done at the same spot.”

  “Is she and her sisters still the same?”

  “You talking about her little sisters, the hot-ass twins Rosalyn and Merita?”

  “Uh-huh, that’s them. How old are they now?”

  “Sixteen going on thirty-five. You know them grown-ass little girls been fucking since they was ten. Why you asking about them no good hoes?”

  “I haven’t seen them since they were twelve. Do they still look the same? They were fast, but they were some real pretty girls and well developed to be so young.”

  “They still pretty and got even more body, so they really out of control now. Tina told me they little asses be tricking and everything. But because they so young minded they be fucking for bullshit like sneakers and tennis skirts. By the time they get eighteen they’ll be so used up they won’t even be able to make no paper selling their worn-out pussy.”

  “Well, today is their lucky day. I need you to locate the twins and let them know they can make enough money to buy sneakers for the rest of the year.”

  For the next hour Chantal sat by the phone waiting for the call from Arlene to see if she’d gotten in touch with the twins. Right when she was about to leave her room to get some fresh air the phone rang.

  “Girl, Tina finally tracked down the hot boxes. They were hanging out in front of Juelz Santana’s new soda shop trying to pick up some potential customers. When Tina informed them about a possible gig to make some loot they hurried they fast asses home to see what was up.”

  “Tell them to stay right there. I’m on my way.”

  By the time T-Roc called Chantal later that evening she had everything in place. She was meeting him at Destino on Fiftieth Street and First Avenue. He offered to pick her up, but Chantal had to neatly tie up all the loose ends so her plan would go off without a hitch. When she arrived T-Roc was already seated, drinking a glass of wine. The Italian hotspot was packed with some of New York’s most popular celebrities. Both Katie Couric and Dan Rather were dining there but at tables on opposite sides of the room, of course.

  “Chantal, you look beautiful as usual.”

  “It must be the glow I got from the amazing sex we had earlier today.”

  “We haven’t even eaten our dinner and I’m ready to go.” Every few minutes Chantal would casually glance down at her watch. At exactly eight-thirty her gift to T-Roc arrived. When Rosalyn and Merita paraded through the door, the Puerto Rican hotties had cleaned up even better than she expected. Chantal knew that T-Roc had seen his share of gorgeous women and for the girls to catch his eye, their hair, attire and all around look had to be extra tight. T-Roc could spot quality and if it was cheap he would immediately be turned off no matter how pretty the face and phat the ass. Chantal spent all afternoon doing her best to smooth out the rough edges on the twins, but luckily because they were so young their faces weren’t reflecting the wear and tear they were inflicting upon their bodies.

  Normally the twins wore their long black hair in pony tails and their gear consisted of tight jeans and sneakers. That look was cool for the thugs in Harlem but they had to step it up several notches to shine on the ritzy East Side. Chantal was able to squeeze them in at the hair salon she frequented whenever in town. The salon had the twins’ hair bouncing and shining like they were about to shoot a Pantene commercial. Of course both received an immaculate French manicure and pedicure. And to highlight their voluptuous bodies Chantal pulled out her platinum to drape them in designer duds by Louis Vuitton. If Chantal hadn’t revamped them herself she would’ve sworn they were the wives of some foreign elite bu
sinessmen.

  Chantal had already made arrangements to have the host seat the ladies at a table near theirs. It cost Chantal a pretty penny since the restaurant stayed packed, but the investment would be well worth it if all went as planned. T-Roc was too busy enjoying his meatballs that he hadn’t noticed Rosalyn and Merita but Chantal knew when he did. He stopped his fork in midair when he caught a glimpse of the beauties. They had the sexy polished look that would instantly get T-Roc’s dick hard. Their tailor-fitted dresses accentuated every curve perfectly. With just the right touch of makeup anybody, including their own mama, would swear that the two teenagers were at least of the legal age to drink.

  “T-Roc, what has you so in awe?” Chantal questioned, as if in the dark. She then purposely turned in the direction of the twins. “Oh, now I see what has you all worked up. They are stunning if I say so myself.”

  T-Roc eyed Chantal, trying to get a read on her comment. “Chantal, I didn’t know you were also into girls.”

  “I’m not. But I like to watch.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It turns me on to watch a man that I’ve had sex with be intimate with another woman. It makes my pussy extra wet.” T-Roc felt his third leg standing straight up ready to walk out the restaurant and fuck the shit out of Chantal.

  “You got me so aroused right now, I’m ready to go.”

  “But what about those two lovely women sitting over there? I would love to watch you put your big cock down their throats.”

  “Damn, so would I. But we don’t even know them. They are probably waiting on their boyfriends or something.”

  “You won’t know unless you ask.”

  “What? You want me to go over to their table and ask them to have a ménage with me and let you watch? You trying to get me slapped up in here?” T-Roc was looking at Chantal like she was crazy.

  “Come on, you’re T-Roc. When have you ever been scared to get turned down by a woman?”

  “I didn’t say I was scared. I just don’t think this is the appropriate place to make that sort of proposition.” Right on beat, the twins turned around toward their table and gave a modest smile as if they were shy.

  “Did you see that? They probably recognized you and have a crush on you like every other woman in this city.” Chantal was stroking T-Roc’s ego enough to get him open to her idea.

  “They did smile at me, didn’t they?”

  “Sure did. You should go over there and introduce yourself.”

  “Nah, I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that. Maybe you should go,” T-Roc finally said, hoping Chantal would’ve made the suggestion.

  “Me? Why me?”

  “You’re a female and you could get a better read on them. You know, to see if they would be down for something like that. Just in case they’re not, I don’t believe they would be as offended by the suggestion coming from you as they would if it came from me.” If T-Roc only knew that the same girls he was nervous to approach would suck him off right here in the middle of the restaurant for a few dollars. “Offended” was nowhere in their vocabulary.

  “Okay, I’ll go over there. But if I convince them to come back to the hotel with us then you better fuck the shit out of them and make it worth my time.”

  “If you can make this pop off, I promise it will be worth all of our time.” Chantal smiled and walked over to the girls’ table. They already had a couple of drinks so they were ready to put on the show of their life. Chantal pretended to be having an intense conversation with the women, when in all actuality she was complimenting them on how good they looked. They had rehearsed everything so many times it made no sense to go over it again. After fifteen minutes Chantal came back to the table with an overwhelmed look on her face like she had just brokered the deal of a lifetime.

  “What did they say?” he asked anxiously. During the fifteen minutes Chantal was at their table, T-Roc had imagined twisting out the beauties in every position and watching Chantal finger herself as she watched. Chantal had put the idea in his head and now he couldn’t get it out.

  “They live in Spain and have been in New York for a few days visiting family, but they leave tomorrow.”

  “Damn, so they not interested,” T-Roc said as he slumped over.

  “Let me finish. They’ve never been with a black man before and find you extremely attractive.” T-Roc straightened back up and his eyes started sparkling.

  “Does this mean it’s a go?”

  “Damn sure is. With a little convincing on my part they bit the bullet. I told them we are married and celebrating our wedding anniversary. I explained that we needed a boost in our boring marriage and it has always been my fantasy to watch my husband make love to a set of gorgeous twins. So they think they’re doing me a favor and helping save my crumbling marriage.”

  “You’re a genius, Chantal.” T-Roc lifted Chantal’s chin and placed a wet kiss on her lips, as if she had given him the best news he ever heard.

  “They actually have a car service waiting out front for them so they’re going to follow us back to the hotel.”

  “That’s cool. So are you ready to bounce?”

  “Let’s go.”

  T-Roc and Chantal left the restaurant and the twins followed discreetly behind them. On the drive back to the hotel, T-Roc had his hands all over Chantal. The thought of her watching him twist out two women was turning him on more than he ever thought possible. He had never had a woman make such a request of him and he was looking forward to obliging.

  “Should we wait for the women to get out the car so we can go up together?”

  “No, I already gave them the room number. I’m trying to keep this as hush-hush as possible. We definitely don’t want this hitting page six.” During their elevator ride up Chantal kept going over every detail in her mind, wanting no hiccups. When they entered the room, T-Roc immediately started kissing Chantal passionately and exploring her body with his hands. “Wait,” Chantal hissed.

  “What’s wrong? The ladies will be up here any minute now and I thought we could have a little fun before they arrived.”

  “That’s cute but I want to save all my energy for when I’m viewing the show you’re about to put on for me.” Chantal reached over and gave T-Roc a teasing kiss. “Now, why don’t you go take a quick shower so when the women get here you can get right to it?”

  “I’ll be back in a few but I want you sitting right over there in your birthday suit when I come back.” Chantal nodded her head, letting T-Roc know she would do as he wished.

  About five minutes later Chantal heard a light knock at the door. “Hi ladies, are you ready?”

  “You know it, mami, we got you.”

  “Remember don’t say too much. Just take off your clothes and start going at him right off the jump.” Chantal wanted the girls to be mute because if they said more than a few words, it would be easy for T-Roc to catch on to their ignorance and juvenile age.

  “I can’t believe we about to fuck T-Roc. Ain’t nobody on the block gon’ believe this shit,” Rosalyn said to her sister as they undressed.

  “Oh, make sure you leave on your heels.” Chantal knew if you wanted to instantly get a man ready to knock boots, just dangle a naked chick with a banging body in some stiletto heels in his face. Chantal used the extra few minutes she had to check the teddy bear sitting on top of the dresser directly facing the bed.

  By the time T-Roc emerged from the bathroom with water still dripping from his chiseled body, his rock hard tool led him straight toward the scrumptious eye candies. He was so caught up in the rapture that he totally forgot that Chantal was supposed to be sitting butt naked in the chair he had assigned her to only ten minutes ago. Once T-Roc hit the bed the twins began their award-winning performance and had his full attention. Chantal was able to fall back and let the teddy bear she purchased from the spy shop in the Village record T-Roc’s sex escapade with the underage delinquents.

  After two hours of watching the twins perform sex acts that
she hadn’t even mastered, Chantal was ready to call it a night. T-Roc wasn’t even a match for the well-experienced duo. They licked and sucked every hole on his entire body and some that she didn’t even think T-Roc knew existed. He took turns fucking each girl as the other pleasured herself. The sisters were so in tune with one another that they would actually cum at the same time. They more than earned the fifteen hundred apiece Chantal was giving them. She was so satisfied with their performance she decided to throw in an extra thousand as a bonus.

  All three had come multiple times and eventually passed out. Chantal let T-Roc sleep but soon woke the twins, thanked them, paid them, and sent them on their way. Now that she had her own version of an R. Kelly tape on T-Roc, she no longer had any use for the hot boxes and wanted them out of her face. She sat down on the bed, beside a peaceful, sleeping T-Roc and couldn’t help but smile. He was probably dreaming about the fuck fest he just had, unaware that his moments of satisfaction cost him what he cherished most—power. T-Roc’s fate now rested in the hands of Chantal.

  E L E V E N

  Forbidden Fruit

  Working so closely with Andre for the past month, Tyler was able to see a side of him that the music videos and commercials never captured—a warm, loving, and gentle man. On the occasions when they were on long breaks between takes he would talk about his daughter and his whole face would light up. Tyler would speak about how painful it was to be away from her son, Christian, and Andre genuinely seemed to care and understand. Soon, Tyler realized, she had fallen deeper in love with Andre. Being near him and unable to express her feelings of desire was the cause of sleepless nights. Initially she was hoping that maybe it was all a schoolgirl crush that would pass, but after the jealous rage her mind went into when she saw Chantal going into his trailer, she realized it was much more than that. Tyler desperately wanted to share her thoughts with someone, hoping that maybe a voice of reason would put her back on the straight and narrow. As she drove to West Hollywood to meet her friend Chrissie for dinner at Dan Tana’s, Tyler prayed she could finally divulge her secrets to someone she considered a true confidant. Tired of keeping all her emotions bottled up, Tyler felt Chrissie was the only person trustworthy enough to share such privileged information with. When Tyler entered the celeb-favored restaurant, Chrissie was already seated at a private table in the back.