by Mia Moore
Ever since her first time at The G Spot though, her ‘going out’ wardrobe had become the other side of the coin. At work she was a prude, at the club she was wanton, and was fine with that. The shortest heel she wore at the club was 3 inches—she didn’t go much higher because she found she had a hard time dancing.
She loved everything about dressing up for a night out. The soft smoothness of satin on her skin when she put on her bra and panties, the second skin of her hosiery, the daring shortness of the hem of her skirt and the libidinous artistry of her makeup all came together to create a completely different Erica. Even her perfume (she never wore any kind of a scent at work) served to arouse her.
Two sides of the same coin was right. And why the hell shouldn’t that be respected? Hell, celebrated even? But nooo… assholes like Mike and the blind alley that was Buckley proved that guys weren’t like that. They wanted a whore to screw, and a Madonna to bring home to Mom. God forbid a woman was capable of both!
Too damn bad all the guys at the club were already married, and had been for years, damn it.
The hell with it—she needed a break, and this was going to be fun! She called a cab and headed out the door.
Chapter 27
She paid the taxi fare and slid out, stepping onto the walkway of the club. The hem of her dress had ridden halfway up her ass and she tugged it back into place. She glanced over at the cabbie who was eying her up and down. He glanced up into her eyes and smiled.
“Looking good, lady. Looking good!” He threw her a little salute, put the car in gear and drove away. One more adjustment, pulling the scooped neck of the dress down to show off her ample girls, and she walked through the door of the G Spot with her head held high. She felt good.
“Lookin’ good sister. Richard and Sherri are already here.” Gloria said from behind the counter as Erica signed in. She looked Erica up and down appreciatively.
“Thanks. How’s the crowd tonight?” Erica fluffed her full auburn hair as she turned to face Gloria.
“A few new faces and yeah, a fun group. Play safe!” Gloria grinned at her and gave a short wave.
She entered the club and peered at the tables lining the dance floor and then at the sofas behind them. Where were Sherri and Richard sitting? A waving hand drew her attention from the back of the room. Yes. She waved back and pointed to the bar. She better grab a few drinks now—people were lined up signing in and there already was a lineup at the bar. She got in line and began to rummage in her purse.
There was a touch on the back of her hip and she jumped, swirling her head to see who it was. Gloria had handed off the signing in of members and was right behind her. She tilted her head off to the side at a table in a darkened corner.
“Do you know that guy over there? He’s staring at you like you’re his next meal.”
Erica’s shifted her eyes and her legs turned to jelly, while her heart leapt to the spot just behind her tonsils.
“He’s a cop. He was here two weeks ago, and every Friday and Saturday night since. I think he’s staking the place out.” Gloria placed her hand on Erica’s arm to command her attention. “Women have been hitting on him left, right and centre and he’s turned them down. Now he’s watching you. What’s up with him?”
“What? Yes…I mean, he IS staking the place out and the person he’s looking for is me.”
“Hon… is there going to be a problem? I love ya’ and everything… but is he going to arrest you or something? We really don’t need any trouble you know.” Gloria put her hand on Erica’s forearm.
Erica kept her eyes on Buckley and laughed. “No! The cops aren’t looking for me—a guy who’s a cop is looking for me, know what I mean?”
Gloria brightened. “Oh yeah? Great! He’s been paying the premium price for a single guy here, just to try to see you.” She shook her head. “He should have used his cop powers or something to find out your phone number—it would have been a lot cheaper.” She smiled brightly.
“Yes… well… I think he’s doing it this way for a reason.” What the hell the reason was, she had no idea. She wouldn’t let herself get any hopes up.
Yet.
“Excuse me.” Erica had recovered the strength in her legs and floated to the spot where Buckley sat, drawn to him by his dark, smoldering eyes.
“Hi.” Her voice sounded like a croak, even to her own ears.
“Hi yourself. We need to talk.” He stood up, all six feet four of his handsome hulk now towering over her.
God, she’d almost forgotten how fucking handsome he was with the bedroom eyes, shoulders like a fullback’s and trim muscular body. Just the sight of him made her wet. And he’d been coming here every night looking for her. “Buckley, I—“
His large hand circled her forearm and he pulled her along in his wake, the sea of people separating to let them pass. Her head turned as she passed Sherri’s table, and noticing the look of concern on her face she signaled that all was well, flashing her an ‘OK’ sign. And she underscored it with the bright, stupid grin on her face, probably.
Her feet were working double time in the stiletto heels, taking two steps to his one, trying to keep up with him. At the end of a hallway, and the entrance to the main play area he stopped abruptly, and turned to face her.
The look on his face, sorrow mixed somehow with…hope?... took her breath away. She raised her arms, about to circle his neck when his hands flew up to stop her.
“Not yet. Erica, I gotta talk first.” He held her by the forearms, gently.
“Okay. I’m listening, Timmy.”
He blinked at the sound of his name. “First time you called me that.” He said as quiet as the dance music would let him. He inhaled deeply.
“I got pissed off back at your place.”
She nodded.
“And I said some really nasty things.” He compressed his lips together and looked her straight in the eye. DaVinci couldn’t have painted a better picture of remorse if he tried.
“And?”
“And I’m…” he looked away for a second and looked back to her. “And I’m finding out how meaningless ‘sorry’ is right now.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. His face was trying to fold into itself as his chin jutted out. He felt so terrible… and still his grip on her forearms was so soft.
“Buckley… Timmy… I’m here.”
His eyes opened. “I know.” Something was glistening in the corner of his eyes, capturing the glint of the lights overhead.
They stood in silence.
She stepped into him, spreading her arms, his following. She stood up on her tiptoes and could only reach the hollow divot formed by his collarbone. Good enough. She kissed it lightly breathing deeply his scent and stepped back again.
He still hadn’t let go of her arms. “I can’t take it back, Erica!” he hissed.
She smiled gently at him. “Why would you want to? You spoke your truth, didn’t you?”
Now he smiled back softly. “No.”
“No?”
“I spoke my stupid, girl.”
She flexed the fingers of her hands. He glanced at how he was holding her and let go. Thank god—her fingers were starting to get a little numb being held over her head. She flexed her fingers and looked up to him again. Oh lordy, he was so fucking beautiful right now. So fucking strong… and so fucking weak at the same time. He was… he was…
Buckley.
And she wanted to know and feel and experience every single side of his coin. No, not a coin, nobody has just two sides. She wanted to spend eternity examining every facet of him. Closely. He was more than just a cop, more than just a kid who by the grace of God, ‘got out’, more than a son, more than a step son, more than an ‘African American Black Man’… he was…
Buckley.
Her Buckley…
She hoped. “Stupid’s kind of harsh, Tim. What do you mean?”
“Can’t we just move on? I said I was stupid, and I said I was sorry… ain’t that goo
d enough?”
She smiled wanly and blinked at him.
“I mean… I’ve been coming here to talk to you and all…”
“Don’t squirm, Buckley. I’m just asking what was it you said that night that was stupid… Frankly, I don’t like that term. What was it that you’ve learned since that showed you that you were kind of…” She paused. “Uninformed?”
He brightened. “Oh! That!” He stepped into her. “I learned after you kicked me out… that this place,” he held his hands out, “makes its money because… well…” he hesitated.
“Go on…”
“That fucking is fun! The same way that football’s fun, that skipping stones on a river’s fun, that riding a bike’s fun… fucking’s fun too!” He punctuated his sentence with a joyous smile.
She nodded. “It’s great to have fun with your friends, isn’t it?”
“Yeah… I guess so…” His face clouded again.
“Hey… if it’s not fun, I don’t do it, you know…”
He tilted his head. “What’s that supposed to mean? I was trying to say if you need to, I’ll work on being okay with it.”
She put her index finger on his lips. “We’ll get there in a minute. I just need to know one more thing, okay?”
Her finger remained on his lips, so he bobbed his eyebrows silently.
“I need to know, why the hell you thought so much about this, and why the hell you’ve been staking this place out waiting for me for the last couple of weeks.” She took her finger away. “Everything else—the sex, the ‘fun’ can wait. Why, Buckley? Why are you here?”
He snorted. “You’re kidding, right?”
She shook her head from side to side gently.
His face, so woeful moments ago, burst into an ebony sunrise with his smile. “That?” He laughed now. “Because I’m tired, girl!”
“What?” This was confusing as hell now.
“I’m tired.” He waved his hands in front of him. “Nah… I ain’t saying it right. Since you kicked me out of your place, I realized just how tired I was… and when I was with you, I wasn’t.”
Her face begged him for more.
“I’m tired that I gotta be.”
“What does that mean?”
He sighed. “When I was growing up, just to be able to hang out… I had to… had to be hard, girl. Just so that people would leave me alone and not hassle me. And all I wanted to do was draw stuff, y’know? That’s why I didn’t show nobody those drawings.”
He put his hands on her shoulders. “Then I became a cop like my Dad.” He shook her shoulders gently. “I was a Black man enforcing laws made by white men. You got any idea how many times I was called ‘Uncle Tom’ to my face when I started out?” He grinned evilly. “Though, they only said that once... never a second time. Don’t matter who wrote ‘em… the law’s the law, right?”
He held her shoulders gently now. “But with you, Erica, I didn’t feel like I had to be anything…” His eyes opened wide. “I just… was. If I was a horny guy, you liked it. If I was an artistic kind of guy, you liked that too. God knows, I got the tough guy, the hard guy down pat… but there’s more to me…”
He looked away for a moment and looked back at her. “Just those two nights, girl… Just those two nights, Erica…” he looked away again.
She put her hand on his arm. “What Buckley? It was what?”
He looked back at her and she fell into those black pools. “Erica… it was… nice. You know what I’m saying?” He shook his head in wonder.
She threw her arms around his neck and yanked him down from way up there to down to her. “I know exactly what you’re saying, mister.” And kissed him. With all her heart.
Chapter 28
They kissed deeply and fully, their tongues welcoming each other back. She put her hands around his head drawing him to her, and he dropped his arms crushing her body to his. She felt him stirring below his waist as her own tingles started below hers.
Breaking the kiss and coming up for air, she asked, “Do you want to leave? It’ll be okay if you do.”
“You kidding? I want to meet your friends!”
“They’ll love meeting you, Buckley. But let’s get us in order before we do.”
“What’s that mean? I thought we were cool?”
She hugged him. “We are silly! But this is a Swinger’s club after all. And we have to have some ground rules between us first.”
His head was buried in her hair. “Okay… what are you saying?”
“We’ll figure the rest out as we go along, but for tonight, let’s just go as far as soft swing.”
“What’s that?”
She reached down and grasped his swelling shaft through his trousers. “This… doesn’t go inside anyone else… but me.” She gave it a shake. “A little hand job’s okay, I guess… but no other mouth or…” She stepped back and looked him in the eye, “Or pussy gets this other than me, okay?”
He nodded.
“And I don’t put my mouth,” she reached up and pulled his head close and whispered, “or my cunt” she felt him tremble, “onto any other cock but this one.” She let go of his head and he straightened up. “How’s that for some rules?”
His eyes flared. “You gonna lick some pussy, maybe baby?”
“Would you like me to?” she asked in her best little girl voice and was rewarded with a nod. “Only if that’s okay with you, Buckley.”
“That would be fine, Erica.”
“Good!” She hugged him. “Welcome to your first night at a Swingers club. We’ll ‘Soft Swing’ then.”
“Sounds mighty fine to me.”
She took him by the hand and they headed back to the dance area.
“I can’t wait to show you off to my friends!” she said. “Let’s party, Buckley!”
Chapter 29
Buckley couldn’t help but smile when Erica grabbed his hand and pulling him, scurried back to her friends. The music from the dance floor got louder as they left the play area where they had talked. There were three couples sitting at a table they approached, and they all looked up at him.
He couldn’t believe it—he wanted these people to like him! That thought made him smile. This girl had gotten pretty damn far under his skin, man.
“Hi Everyone! I’d like you to meet Buckley. Buckley, this is Sherri, her husband Richard, Sylvia and Byron and Josh and Carrie.” Good thing he was good at remembering names. He looked at each person, saying their name in his head. Sexy Sherri, Randy Richard, Svelte Sylvia, Big Byron, Just Josh and Cutie Carrie. Got it.
Buckley shook Richard’s hand and then reached for Sherri’s. Her eyes were wide and some sort of look passed between her and Erica. They seemed like a friendly enough couple, a little older than he would have expected, probably in their mid to late forties. They were both in pretty good shape--for people their age that is.
He had just let go of Sherri’s hand when Sylvia rose to her feet and brushed by Sherri to throw her arms around his neck. She was the same age more or less as Sherri, a bubbly, blonde with a huge rack. She kissed him squarely on the lips before hugging him close to her. Now THAT was a greeting. He glanced at Erica over Sylvia’s shoulder to find her grinning widely.
Pulling her mouth away, Sylvia said in a breathy, low voice, “It’s nice to meet you! I’ve seen you in here a couple of times and wondered why you never played with anyone. Glad you’re with Erica.” Her fingernail traced the part of his chest not covered by his shirt leaving a trail of goose bumps. She released him from her clutches and turned to Erica with a squeal.
He watched as Sylvia took Erica in her arms and kissed her. And not a ‘girlfriend air kiss’… nooo… they liplocked and kissed like they meant it! They kissed… shit, like two lovers would. This was fucking hot.
For just a second he glanced at the floor. If Erica had shared a kiss like that with any of the other guys at this table, he’d be annoyed to say the least. But watching her and this Sylvia woman turned him o
n. Maybe those other men were as much a threat to him and Erica as Sylvia was? As in no threat at all? He picked his head back up to watch the women finish off their greeting with a small nibble of each other’s lower lip.
Sylvia’s guy (was he her husband?) Byron rose to his feet to shake his hand. God, he must be fifty if he’s a day. His grip was strong as hell though, the calloused grip of a guy who earns his bread with his hands no doubt.
Josh, a guy almost as tall as himself, and about his age, leaned over the table and they shook hands. The petite, pixie like woman beside him, Carrie, waved her fingers at him and flashed him a warm smile. Next to him, she was the darkest complexioned woman in the group, her olive skin offset by striking blue eyes. Yeah, he wouldn’t mind banging her…. Easy, Tim, slow down.
It wasn’t so different from being introduced to a new group of people anywhere. He’d been to his share of weddings, barbeques and stuff. Except…
Except he was damn sure that these people had all fucked each other one way or another. The women were looking at him like he was their next meal! Sylvia was staring quite openly at his package! When she glanced up at him, she slowly licked her lips and grinned! Holy shit…
He was damn glad he was black, because he felt himself blushing. Blushing? Oh wow. He tried to grin back, but felt his lips sort of go limp. Sylvia leaned into Erica and whispered something that made them both snicker. He shook his head. Fuck the weddings, this was the most intense intro he’d ever had in his life!
Richard rose to his feet and pulled a couple more chairs to the table, everyone else squeezing tighter together to make room for them. Before they sat down, Erica turned to him. “I’ll go get us some drinks.”
“No, let me. Be right back.” He’d only had one drink while waiting at the bar earlier and now he was dying for one. When the bartender noticed him, he ordered three drinks, all doubles.
As he waited, he watched more people arrive at the club. A couple about Erica’s age came through the entrance, and despite the fact that they were a little on the large size, looked good. The woman was wearing a sparkling burgundy blazer that flared over her wide hips and had no problem navigating in a pair of heels. She swayed and sashayed through the entrance head held high with a happy smile. The guy who came in with her was wearing a black guayabera and a pretty sharp fedora. They weren’t ten feet into the club when they were greeted by a bunch of other people.
