“Done!”
Les smirked when the guy snatched the card and money then followed the actor to the hostess’ podium.
“Hey, Sharon. My buddy, um…”
Les shook his head. Not the brightest bulb, he thought, as he tapped the card still in the guy’s hand. “Charles Ford.”
The guy had the nerve to chuckle. “Right. Charles Ford is taking my spot.”
Sharon smacked Les’ shoulder then chuckled as she jerked her head in the model’s direction. “And your name again, cutie?” Sharon asked, looking very amused.
“Shawn Hunter.”
A few people around them chuckled, as did Les while he shook his head. Seriously?
“If she signs you, the first thing Melina’s going to do is change that name,” Les nodded as he stuck on the name badge Sharon gave him.
“Why?” Shawn frowned, clearly dumbfounded. “What’s wrong with it?”
Les chuckled. “You seriously don’t know?”
“It’s my birth name and I haven’t had any problems with it.”
“Yeah, you have and it’s probably 95% of the reason why you haven’t had more work. Google your name and read what it says,” Les laughed and patted Shawn’s shoulder. “You’re going to be extremely grateful when you meet Melina, especially if she thinks you’ve got potential.”
“Gentlemen?” Sharon calls. “The ladies are ready. Please enter the seating area and take a seat. Remember, there are twenty of you and twenty of them. When the bell rings, move to the table on your left. If you connect with someone, ask if it’s okay for you to get their numbers. If she agrees, she will give you a green ticket. Bring it back to me and I will give you her card. If there is no connection, please remain in your seats and wait for the bell to ring. Any questions? Good. Happy dating, gentleman!”
Simple enough, Les thought as he and the other men filed into the bar and took seats. Les frowned when he saw he would have to go on seven ‘dates’ before getting to his Honey. Thirty-five more minutes and she will finally be his. Felt like a lifetime but nothing compared to the ten years he spent away from her already.
Les moved to his seat and held out his hand to the thin, pretty African-American woman sitting there with a tight smile.
“Hi, I’m Charles Ford.”
The woman looked him up and down then shook her head.
“Keisha Foster. Charles, you’re hot but no offense, I like cocoa, not milk. You get what I’m saying?”
“I do, Keisha,” Les smirks. “I prefer cocoa as well. Chocolate ice cream gives me massive headaches and I’d rather not attempt it. So why don’t we just sit here quietly for the next four and a half minutes and stare at what we’d rather have, okay?”
“Fine,” Keisha snorted then studied the men while Les looked straight at a smiling Honey.
David Andrew Ford walked into the Dancy’s almost a half-hour after he hung up with his brother. He immediately saw the back of his brother’s head and smirked. Les was sitting across from a Caucasian woman and even though he was laughing and appearing to be having a good time with her, Andy knew nothing would come of it. Not that he wouldn’t fuck the pretty woman, he would. The thing is, Les had a type and there was a couple of women that fit that description much better than the reed-thin blonde in front of him.
Everyone knew Les’ preference for women of color; he frequently and publicly dated his type. While Les wasn’t ashamed, he was in denial about it. He’s always said he liked all women and that was true, but he preferred a thick woman with a chocolate hue. When Les told Andy of ‘Honey’ ten years ago, he didn’t need to tell him that ‘Honey’ was a woman of color. Andy’s surprise was that his virgin brother finally did the deed, one month before their 23rd birthday.
Andy and their father worried about Les before that summer; both thought Les had ‘functioning’ problems. To find out, for the twins’ eighteenth birthday, David Andrew Ford I hired several strippers for the evening and told Andy, by then a two-year veteran of sex, to watch his brother’s reaction. The night of the party, Andy had a raging erection as did their partying friends. Les acted as if he enjoyed the show but not as enthusiastically as the others and Andy started to wonder if his twin was gay. It wouldn’t have bothered Andy if Les were gay; he just wanted to know either way.
Two strippers arrived late and were already in costume. One was a Hispanic woman and the other, African-American and she was what Andy called ‘chubby’. The Hispanic woman went into the party first.
That’s when the truth of Les’ preferences showed themselves.
Les bit his lip and danced suggestively with her. Andy’s mouth dropped when he saw them but when the woman with even more color on her skin entered the room, he thought Les was going to cum in his jeans. He abruptly left the Hispanic woman and walked right over to the African-American stripper, took her hand and gave the others a show that made everyone else’s jaw dropped. Les was all over the woman, gyrating and making her blush and moan. Their friends laughed and cheered them on. Andy was proud. Like him, his twin was nowhere near gay.
Needless to say, their father was delighted with the news and shrugged, informing the twins’ stepmother and half-sister they were moving. David wanted to move his business to the west coast anyway and decided to find a place as diverse as possible; a mix of cultures for both his sons to enjoy.
“What my boy likes, my boy likes. What do I care what color his wife is, as long as he’s happy and they continue the line,” David boomed when Andy told his father what he witnessed.
Everyone agreed and it was decided they’d move to Thousand Oaks, California. Their mother was already living in Brentwood.
“What the… you gave up already, handsome?” A woman, who was obviously the bar’s hostess, gasped then looked toward the room where the speed-dating event was taking place.
Andy smiled then walked over to her, holding out his hand. “Hi, I’m David Ford. You are?”
“Seeing double, handsome,” the woman murmured when she turned back to Andy and shook his hand. “If you two aren’t identical, I don’t know what is.”
“Charles is indeed my identical twin,” Andy nodded then looked the woman up and down. She was his type. Sexy, vocal and looked built for a good time.
“Wow,” the woman gaped. “Are you single, too?”
“I am,” Andy smiled. “You?”
“If I weren’t, I wouldn’t tell you that. I’m Sharon. Nice to meet you, David.”
“You as well, Sharon. So… what time do you get off?”
“I’m hoping ten to fifteen minutes after I meet you in a hotel room, handsome.”
Andy grinned, tilting his head. “I think that’s possible. Is that a requirement or ballpark?”
Sharon’s hand caressed her collarbone, looking Andy right in the eye. “I wouldn’t mind delaying my gratification. I love the act as well as the result.”
“So do I and I don’t have anywhere to be in the morning.”
“Yeah, you do,” Sharon murmured, biting her lip. “You will have to be inside me, giving me one for the road.”
“No problem. Give me a second,” Andy murmured then pulled out his phone. “Holly? I need a room at the Vermont tonight. Make that happen and text me the room number.”
“Sure, Mr. Ford,” Holly, his personal assistant, replied. She knew that meant Andy was getting lucky that night and wanted to impress. Had he said the Super 8, she knew he was looking for a quickie and wasn’t planning to spend much time with the woman. She quickly secured a room and texted the number to his personal cell.
Andy grinned when he read it then looked up. “Play the lottery, Sharon?”
“If I had a number that felt lucky, sure.”
“How do you feel about 1410?”
“That sounds like your lucky number, David.”
“I’m hoping it is,” Andy nods. “Until tomorrow afternoon, hopefully.”
“You’ll find out at two-thirty,” Sharon murmured, licking her lips suggestivel
y. “Who’s stopping, you or me?”
“I have time between now and two-thirty. I’ll definitely stop.”
“I prefer ribbed.”
“Ribbed it is. Maybe the warming ones, too.”
Sharon shuddered. “Definitely.”
Andy, mentally mapping where the nearest open pharmacy was, nodded then turned his attention to his brother, who, like the other men, stood to move to the next seat, his third since Andy arrived. Andy looked at the woman he was moving to next and nodded. This had to be her. She was thick, brown and had the kind of breasts that made even him drool. That’s something him and his twin had in common: they both had a thing for breasts.
Sharon had them in abundance and he couldn’t wait to put his dick between them and fuck them while she stuck out her tongue and lick the crown when it popped through the top of those fun bags.
Chapter Three
Advice
The bell rang and Les stood to move to Honey’s table but a tapping on the mic made him stand still as waited for the next announcement. All the participants turned to the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the bar manager said over the mic. “Let’s take a ten minute break so the ladies can stretch. In the interim, no chatting amongst the mixed participants, please, and remember where your last date was. You will pick up at the next lady. Ten minutes.”
“Damn,” Les murmured. Thirsty, he turned toward the bar and spotted his brother watching him. He walked over to Andy in the bar’s entrance and noticed Andy smirking at him.
“What’s that smirk for?” Les asked after greeting his brother with a hug.
Since they were boys, their mother had taught them to love one another, no matter what. Even after the most vicious of fights, and there had been plenty. She encouraged them to always embrace one another, meeting and leaving, because they were special. They were brought into the world together and because of that, they should always be there for one another, loving like brothers should, no matter what. The brothers still follow that rule, not allowing anything to come between for long, if at all.
The two of them ignored the gawkers. They were used to the reaction to the sight they made when they were anywhere near one another, especially to people who didn’t know them. Impressive didn’t quite describe them. Blonde, blued eyed and model good looks, thanks to their parents: hair from Mom, eyes from dad and their all-around appearance from a mix of them both. The twins were desirable and knew it. Only Andy acted on it. Well, so did Les, to a point. Les was active, but Andy was over-worked. Over the thirty-three and a half years they’ve been on the planet, they enjoyed pranking people and making them seem like they were doing impossible things and people often took longer than they should to figure out they were twins and not one person.
“I spotted your girl. Two words: silver heels,” Andy chuckled.
Les frowned and looked at his Honey. “How did you know?”
“Easy,” Andy said, smacking Les’ shoulder. “She is exactly your type.”
Les shook his head as he ordered a club soda and didn’t bother to comment. Since they were in their late teens, Andy has gone on and on about his ‘type’. As far as Les was concerned, he didn’t have a type. He wanted women, craved them. Adored them. He’d had a few bed partners over the years and they had been a bevy of races. Sure he liked color and was not ashamed of it, but to say that he preferred one race over the other… well, to him, that was just ridiculous.
“What happened with Camille?” Les asked then took a large gulp of his club soda.
“Camille?” Andy frowned.
Les sighed. “Kara, Andy. What happened with Kara?”
“She got off, I showered and came here,” Andy shrugged.
“Let me guess,” Les snorted. He knew Andy had already hooked Sharon; she was giving it away completely. At the moment, she was staring at the two of them as if she was thinking of ways of making herself the meat in a Ford sandwich. No way was that going to happen. Ever. The Ford twins shared everything in the world, except two things: apparel and women. “You and the lovely Sharon are hooking up later, right?”
“Yep,” Andy grinned as he looked at Sharon, who startled when the brothers’ gazes landed on her. Andy turned back to his brother. “And I will definitely get off with her. She looks like she wouldn’t quit until she broke my dick. Just my type.”
“If she isn’t, I sure fucking will,” a woman to their left murmured, looking straight ahead and serious, as though she were looking at fabric swatches and comparing them.
“I bet you would,” Andy said back. “Too bad I already have a date.”
“Shame,” the woman smirked. “But by the time this is over, it will only be eleven. Your ‘date’ won’t start until two-thirty. If you get bored waiting, I’m also at the Vermont. Room 1220.”
Andy and Les watched as the woman went to Sharon and loudly asked her where the nearest pharmacy was. Sharon told her and the woman left, mouthing her room number to Andy.
Les shook his head at his brother. “Which one are you going to do, Andy?”
“Which?” Andy snorted. “Both. After this, I’m going to 1220. When I’m done with her, I’ll head up to 1410 and get some rest while waiting for Sharon to show. I may even call 1220 to meet me in 1410 sometime after Sharon arrives.”
Andy laughed as Les again shook his head and looked back at Honey.
“Any idea how you’re going to break the ice? Or do you plan to tell her right away that you’ve met?”
Les shrugged. “I thought I’d start by telling her my gay brother sent me here.”
“What?” Andy laughed. “Dad have another kid outside of Randa I don’t know about?”
“If it comes up,” Les shrugged. “I’m going to say my gay identical twin sent me.”
“Asshole!” Andy laughed loud.
Kendra’s friend, Keisha Foster, walked over to Kendra’s table, dropped in the seat next to Kendra and laid her head on her shoulder. Keisha was fighting a battle with her biological clock and told anyone who would listen she was losing. No one could understand what she was talking about. The woman was only thirty.
“I cannot believe I begged you girls to come here with me, Ken,” Keisha sighed. “Zero potential here. Nothing but milk. No cocoa at all.”
“You really need to relax that rule, Kee,” Kendra sighed. “There is so much potential here but you can’t see it because you’re too busy looking for one flavor instead of tasting the rainbow. There is nothing wrong with a little cream or caramel in your coffee.”
“Look at Miss Baskin-Robbins,” Keisha laughed. “Is there anyone you won’t fuck?”
“That’s not funny,” Kendra frowned. “I am no slut, Keisha, and you know it.”
“I do know and I am sorry, hun. That’s not what I meant. I meant that you have had different races inside you and it doesn’t bother you.”
“It doesn’t,” Kendra confirmed then sipped her mojito. “As long as he can get hard, a man is a man, no matter what color his skin is. If it bothers you so much, turn off the lights when you fuck a man. We’re all the same color in the dark. And all dick feels the same going in. Unless he is the size of a gherkin. That’s just wrong.”
“Believe it or not, some black men are that size, too.”
“I know,” Kendra sighs. “Travis fucking was. So disappointing… and then the fool struts around like he did something. Second guy out and that’s what I got.”
Keisha bursts out laughing. “Every time you talk about that, I think about that scene in Waiting to Exhale when Robin fucked the big guy the first time! Oh my God! Too funny! Remember what you said when we saw it?”
“Yes,” Kendra laughed loud. “I told the fucking truth!”
“But did you have to shout out ‘been there, done that and that’s not a brag’ while Travis’ ass was sitting there?”
“No one told his small-dick ass to show up at my house, acting like he was going to get some more from me. He’s why the hell I stopped tak
ing names and stats!”
Les and Andy, as well as the rest of bar, heard their laughter and turned to them as their other two friends, Chloe and Vonda, walked over.
“Can you two keep it down?” Chloe scolded. “What’s so funny anyway?”
“Been there, done that,” Keisha snorted.
“Damn,” Vonda snorts. “One of you has seen a dick already?”
“No,” Kendra sighed. “She’s giving me the old ‘cocoa’ lecture again.”
“Seriously?” Chloe sighed. “Keisha, you need to let that go. Get some vanilla and I promise you, if he’s good, you won’t turn back. Stop looking at color. Mix it up a little.”
“Sorry, I disagree,” Vonda smirks. “I prefer a black man and always will.”
“No, you prefer a specific black man. A specific, musical black man.”
“Shut up, Chloe,” Vonda frowned. “I am not pining over that fool.”
“Bullshit!” The other women shouted in unison.
“You are still in love with Greg and everyone knows it.”
“I am not in love with him. I have love for him, because he’s Karima’s father.”
Kendra smirked. “But why is he Karima’s father?”
“Because the condom broke?”
“And why did the condom break?” Keisha asked, raising a brow.
“Cause it was defective?”
Chloe sighs. “Why was it defective, Vonda?”
Vonda quiets and looks away. Yeah, she had a moment of weakness and…
“Look,” Vonda frowns then stands. “Can we just enjoy this and keep my past there? Shit. I’m going back to my table.”
Chloe, Kendra and Keisha watched as Vonda stalked off, all three shaking their heads at her.
“She has got to get over him,” Kendra sighed. “Like now. I really hope she meets someone, if not tonight then really soon.”
“So do I,” Chloe nodded.
“I don’t,” Keisha scoffed. “I think she should just tell him how she really feels and stop inventing shit to get him back. It’s obviously not working. He’s not buying any of her shit.”
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