by Leo Sullivan
“Oh, so you’re not going to take me out and spend some of your hard earned money on me?”
“Unt uhh, not tonight. I just want to fuck tonight baby. I am not going to front. I’ll spend some money on your pretty ass tomorrow. I want you all to myself tonight mami.”
I giggled drawing in more marijuana smoke. “You’re a trip. I’ll be there in a little while.”
“A little while?”
“I will be there in less than an hour.”
“A’ight. Don’t over dress.”
“I won’t.”
We hung up and I finished smoking my joint. Let me explain my point of view about life. Someone like me is often mistaken to not have any boring moments. The truth of the matter just so happened to be that the life of the rich could get boring and monotonous as hell. I starved for excitement and I loved bad boys. Bad boys made money and still managed to have fun. All in all I could have the best of both worlds. I firmly believed that you only have one life to live. Why not live it to the fullest?
LaziIy, I got up and walked into one of my enormous closets. It was overly stocked with expensive designer garments, accessories and jewelry. I loved being me and thugs loved being with me. Reco said that I had that good girl gone bad vibe. He explained that I had that wholesome innocent look, but it stopped at looks. I was honestly far from innocent. Reco called me his bad, little rich girl.
I finally chose to wear a light blue, short, jean skirt with splits on the sides, a red net shirt, red lace bra, red fish net stockings and high, heeled ankle boots that were the same color as my skirt. I wore my hair down and decided not to wear any make up. I applied clear Mac lip glass to my lips. I decided against wearing any panties too. What was the point?
Chapter 2
Seantay
I rang Reco’s doorbell and waited. Pulling my MAC compact out of my red Louis Vuitton bag, I made sure that my skin wasn’t looking shiny. The late afternoon sun caused a splash of freckles to appear across the bridge of my nose. I smiled at my reflection, loving the deep dimple in my left cheek. It really did give me that innocent look.
Reco opened the door and I felt like my air supply had been cut off. He was so fucking sexy. He stood an even 6’2 and weighed about 190 lbs. He had a body that looked like he worked out extensively. His dark brown skin was flawless and was accentuated by hazel eyes, deep dimples and thick lips. He was bow-legged and walked like Denzel Washington. He was fine, no questions asked. The man had never seen an ugly day. He was one of the biggest coke kingpins on the east coast. I liked the fact that he was low key with his business. His paper was long and his pockets were fat. Although the percentage of being lucky enough to get both was a rare minimum, he had a dick to match.
“Mmm, c’mon in mami,” he said stepping aside for me to walk in.
I could feel his eyes on my ass.
“Damn girl,” he said.
“Damn? That’s all I get? I looked in the mirror before I left home and I saw a lot more than just that,” I said with my arrogant self.
He smiled at me. “I love that shit. You’re one sexy ass woman.” He narrowed his sexy eyes as he looked me up and down. “I can’t wait to taste you baby girl.” He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
I licked my lips sexily as I sat down on the soft, brown, butter leather sofa. He didn’t want to bring unnecessary attention to himself. He didn’t need an elaborate crib. I took my boots and fishnets off and seductively crossed and uncrossed my legs allowing him to peek at my hairless pussy. He couldn’t take his eyes off me and I couldn’t blame him. At that exact moment my cell phone blared. I sighed, but decided to answer it. Reco walked over to me on the sofa, got down on his knees and started to lick my inner thigh. His licks turned into deliberate, gentle sucks.
“Yeah,” I said encouraging him. He pushed my skirt above my waist and spread my legs wider.
Neither the heat of the moment, or the fact that the number was unknown, stopped me from answering my phone.
“Seantay?” An unfamiliar, masculine voice asked.
“Who’s this?” I felt Reco’s fingers spreading my moist pussy lips.
“Antwan. Remember? We met a few weeks ago at Club Eternity. I was one of the dancers.”
“Oh yeah…How’re you?” I did remember him. He was gorgeous and well endowed.
“I’m good sexy and how about you?”
“I’m fine.” I felt Reco’s tongue brush gently against my clit.
“Yes the hell you are. Damn beautiful, sorry I waited so long to call. I been out of town all week,” he explained like I was his woman or something.
“Mmm, no need to explain.” Reco’s mouth felt so good on my pussy that I slid to the edge of the sofa cushion, so he’d have easier clitoris access.
“Cool. I was just wondering if we could get together.”
I grabbed Reco’s ears as he sucked gently on my sensitivity. “Mmm, yes.”
“When and where do you want to go?”
“Shit, right there.”
“Right where?” Antwan asked sounding confused.
“Oh, yes. Damn.” I was so turned on by the way Reco was eating my pussy that I’d almost forgotten that Antwan was on the phone. “At Club Eternity. Tomorrow night,” I said quickly.
“You taste so good,” Reco whispered.
I kissed at him and he got off on my reaction.
“Okay,” Antwan said. “See you then.”
I hung up before I screamed and fucked my game up. I dropped the phone beside me on the sofa.
“That nigga can’t eat this pussy like me,” Reco said making eye contact with me. We had a cool understanding. We weren’t together. We just did our thing.
“Mmm, baby. You’re a tough act to follow. Mmm, shit…eat me…” I grabbed his head and gyrated into his warm, wet tongue.
“Relax baby. Let me do the work. I got this,” he said and slid two fingers deep inside of me. He pushed against my G spot milking my pussy until I squirted my succulent juices all over his hand. Before I could move he had locked those thick lips around my clit again.
* * *
I made it home at about six in the morning. You’re probably wondering what Reco wanted me to try with him. That fool pulled out an X pill. I refused to take it and told him I could give him ecstasy without a damn pill. Obviously I had, because after a couple rounds he was sleeping like a baby. I had to get one more quickie in before I left.
I climbed back into bed to get rested for my night with Antwan.
“Marie,” I said pressing the button to call the maid.
“Yes,” she said in her Scandinavian accent.
“Good morning. Can you tell Jacques to whip me up some pancakes and cheese eggs? No, make that strawberry crepes and cheese eggs. Oh and put whipped cream on top of the crepes. No coffee, bring orange juice okay.”
“Of course. Right away Ms. Beauvois.”
I slept until my breakfast arrived. Room service at home. The life.
* * *
Renell Daniella Beauvois.
I clicked my laptop off and stretched my long legs. Unlike my two sisters, I was conservative and goal oriented. Although I was still single at the age of twenty-seven I was quite happy with my life, or so it seemed.
I had piercing gray eyes like my father and skin the color of cinnamon toast like my mother. My long, silky, black hair extended down my back and stopped just above my waist. I had hair like my mother’s, but my sisters both had full, thick, wavy hair like our father. My oval face and high cheekbones gave me a youthful appearance. I was often mistaken to be younger than I was. I stood 5’7 and was the tallest of my sisters. I had a slim frame, but I still had that curvaceous coke bottle figure that got men’s attention.
I had no real interest in superficial things. I’d always been more academically inclined than my younger sisters and went off to college when I was seventeen. I majored in Business and had my BS and Masters by the age of twenty-four. I also did not want to depend on my parents
, or anybody else for that matter.
Following in my father’s footsteps in the career of Business, I was already the CEO of my own Advertising Company. ReneVois International Advertising Co. LLC was in its third year of operation and I’d already snagged some prestigious clients. It was more than likely due to my father’s success and clout. However, my father never seemed to be impressed by my accomplishments. He was always all in Seantay’s face and she was still home mooching off him.
After a long day of boring contracts, inventory reports, yearly gross reports, spreadsheets, blah, blah, blah, I just wanted to relax. I’d grown cross-eyed staring at that damn computer screen for so long. I looked at the clock. “Damn, it’s twelve already,” I said putting my glasses on the nightstand. I rubbed my aching temples as I climbed under the covers of my huge, empty, king sized bed. I closed my weary eyes and thought of Ricky. His real name was Richard Cory, and he was a thirty two year old sports agent. He looked like a carbon copy of Idris Elba.
I couldn’t go there with him though. Some things in my past kept me from trusting men. I often buried myself in my work to keep myself occupied. I felt that if I didn’t have time, I couldn’t think about how lonely I felt. I was more concerned with my career than my personal life anyway.
Thinking of Ricky again I sighed heavily. He’d asked me out on several occasions and I always refused. He’d found my website and came to me to promote his business. That was over a year ago and he’d gained many prestigious clients since working with my company. He seemed to be a nice guy, let alone fine, but I’d made up my mind. I’d never give another man my heart and I hadn’t in over two years.
* * *
Seandra Deneah Beauvois
“Seandra baby! Get in here!” My fiancé Maurice yelled from the bedroom
“Okay baby, damn,” I said checking myself out in the mirror. I was the voluptuous one, as well as the shortest. I was only 5’3, but my body was banging. I was a “brick house”. Well, at least that was how Maurice described me. I had full 36 D cup breasts, a 28-inch waist and an ass that measured in at 38 inches. Everything on me was one hundred percent real and I had no idea where all of this ass came from. My father said it was passed down from his mother’s side of the family. I was thick and I loved being that way. I turned around and noted that every single inch of my frame was still as firm and curvy as ever.
Shaking my long, bouncy, honey blonde hair I gave myself one last glance in the multiple, department store style mirrors. I could see every angle of my bootylicious figure. If I were a man, I would want to fuck me. I had to admit that my body was my first obsession and my man was my second. My face was round, with full pouty lips that gave me that porcelain doll look. My sensual, dark, slanted eyes and long lashes made me look more of Asian descent than my sisters. My slender nose was due to my father’s Creole bloodline and added to my exotic appeal. My complexion was a mixture of my parents’. I was slightly darker than Seantay and slightly lighter than Renell. The result was a rich, creamy, golden color.
I’d just turned twenty-four a week earlier and was enjoying one of my family’s vacation homes in LA. It was a well deserved birthday present. Maurice had just proposed to me the night before and I was elated. I had obliged of course and we had been making love ever since.
I’d been with Maurice for three years and loved him despite his bad habits. My sisters called me a fool for staying with him for so long. I didn’t give a damn what they said. Seantay fucked too many men, and Renell was afraid of dick. I laughed to myself and exited the bathroom after adding MAC lip gloss to my lips. Maurice stared lovingly at his prize.
“Damn baby, you’re the sexiest woman in the world.” His eyes were glazed over with lust.
I flaunted my goods in a skimpy white negligee, white lacey crotchless panties, white thigh high stockings and white garter belts with diamond-studded buckles. I did a sexy dance for him and suddenly did a raunchy booty drop. Slowly standing up, I bent over in front of him and exposed my fresh Brazilian wax.
“Mmm, you look like a freaky ass angel. Bring that juicy ass over here,” he said licking his lips greedily.
“You’re going to think you’re in heaven when I finish with you,” I said sexily crawling toward him on the bed. We joined in a passionate kiss and then I pulled away. I stared at my man and licked my lips. “You look delicious,” I moaned staring at his bronze colored skin. He stood about 6’4 and weighed a solid 210 lbs. His body was solid and he made sure it stayed that way. He was the CEO of Ruckus Records, a very popular hip-hop record label based in Atlanta, GA. That meant he had beaucoup money, which meant he was just right for me. I loved money.
Maurice stared at me with his penetrating, light brown eyes. “I love you,” he whispered after turning the lamp off. He then buried his face in my crotchless panties.
Chapter 3
Seantay
My parents arrived from Dubai a few days later loaded with shopping bags. I couldn’t wait to see what they’d gotten for me. I was a daddy’s girl, but I wasn’t that close to my mother. She took more to Seandra. It was probably because Seandra looked and acted just like her. They both worshipped money and their men.
My mother’s mother was Korean and her father was Black. They’d met in New York when grandfather was a world-renowned photojournalist. Yasho Min was a beautiful Korean American Broadcasting student at NYU. They fell in love and had two sons and one daughter. My mother was the youngest.
Yasho Min and Darryl Robertson both landed their dream jobs at CNN. They traveled around the world with their three kids and made lots of money during their careers. My mother started modeling at the age of thirteen and lived a charmed life. She was spoiled rotten and in a house full of men often got her way. She entered pageants as a preteen and with her rare exotic beauty brought home most of the titles. This led to her modeling career. She mostly did print ads because she wasn’t that tall. She stood an elegant and shapely 5’7. She knew that she was beautiful and raised us to have pride in our appearance. With her beauty, confidence and poise came the snobby attitude of a woman raised with riches. I knew that she loved me, but we had a major difference of opinion.
Although we had money I was not as stuck up as she wanted me to be. True, I was arrogant and conceited at times, but I never turned my nose up at what she referred to as “common people”. Common people, according to my mother, were those individuals who didn’t earn over a million dollars annually. I found those people very intriguing.
“Seantay, darling,” my mother said in her usually over exaggerated way. “Come and give your mother and father a hug. We haven’t seen you in weeks.”
We hugged and she kissed my cheeks lightly. Next I hugged my father.
“Sweetheart, Jacques took the bags upstairs. We have some things for you and your sisters,” he said once we’d separated.
I nodded and figured I’d go peek through the bags later.
Mother sat down and kicked her royal blue Prada pumps off. “My feet are killing me. Sean, sweetheart can you please massage your wife’s feet?”
Dad sat down like the hen pecked sap that he was and rubbed her feet.
My parents were “the perfect couple”, or so everyone thought. They appeared to be perfect because they looked so perfect together. Mom was gorgeous, and dad was extremely handsome. My father was 5’11, with gray Smokey Robinson eyes, creamy, smooth skin, wavy salt and pepper hair, nice lips and a wide masculine smile. Mother had a perfect deep brown complexion, firm skin, dimples, dark, exotic eyes, long, thick lashes, perfectly arched eyebrows, and full seductive lips. They’d played the part of “the perfect couple” for years; however their relationship was far from perfect. As I watched them, I realized that although they weren’t perfect they seemed to be made for one another. It was obvious that my father would never leave my mother and vice versa.
I slowly worked my way up the stairs to my parents’ bedroom. Of course their room was extravagant. It was decorated in beige, dark brown and gold
. My mother loved silk, so the sheets, comforter and curtains were all Egyptian Silk. The plush, beige mink carpet was soft and pleasant to my feet. I looked around and spotted the shopping bags in the corner of the studio apartment sized bedroom. My mother had very elegant taste and I was hoping for jewelry. I’d hinted around that I wanted a rare, very expensive black diamond tennis bracelet. I’d seen it online a few months ago. When I found out that my parents were going to Dubai I begged them to get it for me.
My parents would go on vacation and bring us gifts all the time. It was one of the few things mother did to show her love for us. Well, with the exception of Seandra. All of the affection that was left was all thrown on our father, her other prized possession. Dad told me the story of how they’d met a thousand times. Unlike my mom, daddy was a self made man. His parents were both born in New Orleans. They’d owned a local restaurant for fifteen years. When daddy was seventeen years old his father went bankrupt and was forced to sell his business. They were eventually facing foreclosure on their home and had to move to the worst part of the city.
Father didn’t succumb to the streets, or constant teasing of other kids like his siblings. He graduated from high school at the top of his class, received his Bachelor of Architecture from UCLA and his Masters in Business from Harvard. He was very driven and when he had his mind on something he was determined. He was also determined to not repeat the same mistakes in business that his father had made.
One day my father was flipping through a magazine on a flight to Los Angeles when he saw a gorgeous, exotic looking woman in a perfume advertisement. He was in love with this woman at first sight. He’d just been hired as one of the promising new executives at a very prominent Architectural Firm in Miami, Fla. His starting salary was seventy five thousand a year. It wasn’t much, but he was well on his way.
Two years later daddy was promoted to Vice President of the company. His salary was now one hundred fifty thousand a year. His reputation as a lucrative businessman was growing and after a few years he was ready to invest in his own business. One thing he realized was that he would need to do some major networking. He’d met some very prestigious people during his time at the architectural firm. One of his clients happened to be a famous photojournalist for CNN. He’d been doing business with the firm for a while and was a satisfied client. Mr. Robertson encouraged him to do his own thing independently and even decided to invest in the young man’s company. He would later invest in daddy’s real estate ventures and his hotel chain. Father had paid him back ten times over since then.
