The Pleasure of Pain 2

by Shameek Speight

  "Damn look at me talking up a damn storm. You know I'm tipsy girl." She said and smiled weakly.

  "Tess you know I love you. You're the only real mother I had, so you can never talk too much to me when it comes to your feelings." Layla said and leans over and hugs her.

  Tess embraced her into her arms, squeezing tightly.

  "I love you too, now take your ass up stairs and do what you have to do to ease your mind baby." Tess said as she broke their embrace and she wipes the tears from her own cheeks.

  They both smiled as Layla got up from their private table and walks to a back room guarded by security guards. She presses the code to the secret elevator, it opens up and she gets in and rides it to the third floor. She heads towards her room with the thought of a hot bath and then cleaning her sniper rifle and tries to block out the thoughts and feelings of yearning for Damou.

  Tess sips some wine with the world on her mind. A few gentlemen try to come over and talk to her but she sent them away. This only made them want her even more but she paid them no mind.

  "May I have this seat sweetie? Tess heard a voice say and she was ready to cuss whoever the person was out.

  She was tired of being bothered for the night, when she turned her head from looking down at the stage at the beautiful woman doing her best to sing all of Whitney Houston songs. Tess smiled brightly at the older woman who was in her early 60's, but still looked like she was in her forties. Her skin glowed and her beautiful all grey hair, that fell to her shoulders seem to shine. Her black Vera Wang dress hugged her body as if she still worked out. Her brown skinned complexion was flawless with just a few wrinkles as to tell the sign of her true age.

  "Yes Susan, you can sit. You didn't even have to ask." Tess responded while still showing off her pearly white teeth.

  "Good because if you were an old lady waiting any longer to take a seat we might have a problem." Susan said as she took a seat next to her.

  "So how have you been Michelle?" Susan asks calling Tess by her alias and giving her a hug and returning the bright smile.

  "I'm good, I can't complain, life is what it is, so how have you been Miss." Tess relied.

  "Michelle I can always tell when you're lying but it's okay because it's nothing new. You've been secretive for the past five years I've known you. How are the babies?" Susan responded.

  Tess just shook her head and wondered how the older woman could always read her and see's right through her when no one else in the world could. The only other person that had that ability was Bless.

  Tess had met Susan Power about five years ago when she first came to Europe on the run. She met her in a classy bar. She and the older woman started to talk about life and naturally just hit it off. There were no lies or bullshit about Susan Power. She told everybody how it was and always was straight to the point. She was the one who talked Tess into opening the Le Poeme Lounge for the elite, when Tess told her she was a business woman just traveling with her close friends, looking to make a new start. Susan Power even offers to put up the money to help start up the lounge, but Tess politely turned her down knowing she was sitting on a million or two, she earned in the streets and what she had saved with Bless. Little did Tess know, was how much Susan Power was worth, she couldn't tell by just looking at her. Tess knew she had money but no idea how much until later on that day when she ran a search on her. Susan Power was an owner of a publishing company along with a promotion company for movies, along with other investments. She was worth over 400 million dollars. She had earned her fortune as a writer at the age of 33. When her life hit a low point she self-published her very first novel and her close friends and family made fun of her and repeatedly told her to get a normal job, that writing will not support her and her husband who has been diagnosed with prostate cancer. Susan Power refused to listen and let anyone kill her dreams. She wrote more books, urban novels; criminal novels, children books and her name grew as so did her money. So big publishing companies were reaching out to her to buy her books or make a deal. Susan's books soon turn into movies and that's when the money really started pouring in. By the time she was 50 years old she had written over 40 New York Times best sellers novels and published over a million books from other authors. The same friends and family that doubted her and told her she will die a starving artist, like a painter and wouldn't give her a dime to help feed herself and her sick husband now had their hands out begging for any crumble they could get. Just like they turned their backs on her, she did the same to them.

  Tess felt honored to know such a great woman, she was the female vision of Tyler Perry and in a world where men think they had all the power and was better business minded then woman. They were strongly mistaken.

  "My daughter and Isis are doing just fine. They're upstairs sleeping." Tess replied.

  "Well if your rude butt would have told me you was in town. I could have stopped by at a decent hour, just to see my god babies. You haven't been answering my emails and it's been three years since you last stopped by here. What's been going on Tess?" Susan said.

  Tess stood guilty, thinking of the right words to say. She had grown a love for Susan as a mother figure that she never had, because her own mother died during child birth, giving birth to her in Guyana. 'Now I can't tell her the truth? I know she's going to see through any bullshit I tell her, but I can't tell the truth and have her mixed up in my world and get her hurt or even worse, killed over the choices and mistakes I've made in my life.' Tess thought to herself then spoke.

  "I've just been busy. I'm truly sorry Susan, you know I love you and I'm more of a face to face kind of person, you know that. That's why I haven't responded to any of your emails." Tess said lying.

  The real reason she didn't respond to Susan's emails was because she didn't want to take the chance that the F.B.I. or one of her enemies could trace the email back to Susan or back to her and know her whereabouts.

  "Ummm." Susan said while twisting up her lip, knowing Tess just fed her a load of bullshit.

  "If you say so child, you and I both know that was a load of bullshit you just fed me girl, but it's okay keep your little secrets for now, but you're not always going to be able to brush me off. What's in the dark always come to the light baby, you should know that, but anyway I'm so happy to see you. I miss you." Susan said smiling from ear to ear.

  "I miss you as well." Tess responded feeling ashamed that Susan knew she was lying and still would stretch out her hand in friendship and love.

  Tess' eyes cut over to the front door, down stairs on the first floor of the lounge to see Vanessa and Jole Vidoudez with their arms locked together as they casually stroll out the front door, with Jole heavy set black bald headed body guard following closely behind. Tess wanted to protest and say something to stop her, but knew Vanessa was grown and having a fling here and there was her way of dealing with the situation they all were in. Everybody has their own way dealing with their new lifestyle. For Layla it was cleaning her guns and target practicing, for Iris it was random acts of disappearing, what she called me time, to get away from everybody else. For Tess it was her daughter and doing contract jobs. The jobs put her in a zone burying her pain and issues.

  "So how is Jessica?" Susan asks referring to Iris.

  "She's doing well, somewhere out here running around." Tess replied.

  "Hmmm, I bet." Susan said while twisting up her top lip.

  Susan had met all of Tess close and dearest friends and liked all of them except Jessica. She knew they all were hiding something, but never pushed the matter to learn what it was, but something about Jessica gave her a bad vibe.

  "I know that's your best friend and all child, but I get a bad vibe from that woman. Maybe it's the way she looks at you with so much love and lust." Susan stated.

  "Jessica is harmless and of course she looks at me with love in her eyes. We've been through hell and back together. I told you that, and besides I look at her in the same way." Tess responded not liking the fact of her sayi
ng anything negative about Iris at all.

  People couldn't understand their bond. They bleed together and put their lives on the line for each other. They're not called the Teflon Divas for no reason.

  "Yes child I know y'all been through a lot and what I can tell, y'all probably still going through something. I can't understand you younger people these days. I got eyes so I know you two are lovers even know your heart lay with your child's father that passed away. I always related to you on your lost love, because my husband passed away, losing the fight with cancer, ever since I haven't wanted another man in my life. That's one of the many things we have in common, but the way that woman looks at you isn't good. When someone loves you more than themselves or that deeply, and needs love, that can lead to a bad situation. I'm just speaking from expression." Susan stated.

  "Well thank you for your expression, but anyway how do you think the live performance is doing tonight." Tess said changing the conversation.

  Susan caught on real quick and just smirked.

  "The young lady signing tonight is good, but no one can hit those high notes like Whitney Houston, you can feel it in her soul." Susan replied as they watch the woman sing and they get deep into their conversation, discussing life.

  A True Freak

  Chapter 8

  Vanessa was to see that Jole Vidoudez looked just as good out of his clothes that he did in them. They went to a four star hotel that was right across the street from the Le Poeme where he gets a suite. As soon as they get in the room they wasted no time ripping each other's clothes off, while kissing.

  Vanessa broke their embrace and stares at his body with his six pack abs and nicely shaped arms and long blond hair slicked back on his head. Her facial expression changed to a frown, when she look down and noticed he wasn't hard.

  'Damn I know he wants me. I'm sexy as hell.' She thought to herself as she stood there standing in a thong with her hands on her hips.

  "What's wrong? You don't find me sexy? You don't want to fuck me?" She said in a seductive tone as she walks closer to him and starts sucking on his neck with her juicy lips, while grabbing his dick with her right hand and jerks it off.

  "Mmmm!" He moans as a sweet chill travels through his body.

  "No I find you very attractive." He said in between moaning.

  "Oh really, that's not what your friend down there say, maybe I need to have a talk with him." Vanessa said while kissing his chest and lets her lips travel down until she was placing small wet kisses around his pelvis area.

  "Shittt!" He groaned as a sweet teasing sensation travels through his spine as Vanessa took his dick into her warm wet mouth.

  "Mmmm!" She moaned as she sucks it, then licks the tip of his dick head, then stuffs it back into her mouth deep throating and felt it grow an inch or two in her mouth, but still wasn't fully hard.

  'What the fuck, maybe I have to put in more work into this one. This fool still isn't hard yet and I'm ready to feel him inside me. I need some good dick right now.' She thought to herself as she really starts to work her magic, taking every inch of his dick into her mouth. Then she pulls it out and spits on it then while jerking it off. She took his balls into her mouth sucking them one by one.

  Jole moans but still didn't get any reaction. Vanessa became frustrated and grabs his ass cheeks, palming them with her hands, pushing his body allowing her to deep throat his dick. The harder she squeezed his ass cheeks the more aroused he became. Vanessa noticed it right away.

  'Oh shit he's on some next freaky shit. Why didn't he just say something from the start, but I should've known where in France.' She thought to herself as she slowly spreads his butt cheeks and let her left index finger play with his rectum to see what would be his reaction.

  Jole tilts his head back and moans in ecstasy.

  "Stick it! Stick it in!" He groaned as the sensation of Vanessa's finger playing with his asshole and giving him head at the same time teases him beyond imagination.

  Vanessa's eyes open up in shock. She had been with men before that like to have they're anal played with or salad tossed, eating their ass, and heard stories of how it heightens the sensation for them when they're about to climax but in her eyes any man who really like their anal played with was questionable and gay on the low and scared to come out of the closet. She shook her head but decides to play along and see how far this would go. She eases her index finger into his anal.

  "Put another one in there!" He groaned. Vanessa's facial expression twisted up into a frown as she slides her middle finger into his anal as well.

  'I swear I never seen any shit like this in the hood.' She thought to herself as she works her fingers in and out of his rectum while deep throating his dick and feels it growing harder and harder.

  'Damn this is all it took, was a finger or two in his ass to get him aroused.' She thought to herself as Jole's body shook in pleasure.

  'I'm cumin! I'm cumin!" He shouted in a thick French accent.

  Vanessa could taste his pre-cum and pulls his dick out of her mouth and moves her head to the side as he climaxed, releasing cum all over her hand.

  "Ughhh! Mmmm! Damn!" Jole Vidoudez groans as his body continues to shake.

  Vanessa slides her fingers out of his ass and looks at his dick that had gotten soft all over again. She shook her head in disgust and got up.

  "Why did you stop? And why didn't you catch my semen and lick it all up? Do you know who I am?" Jole Vidoudez said.

  "Listen you're into, some weird shit, even for me that I'm not feeling. I think you need to spend time with yourself and ask some questions. Like why my dick only gets hard when there's a finger in my ass." Vanessa said while grabbing her dress off the floor and working her way back into it.

  She looked down and could see her thigh hostler with her baby 9mm in it she had ease it off her thigh when she first had entered the suite and they had started kissing. During the embrace she had kick it up under the bed without him noticing. Now she was thinking of a way to grab it from up under the bed and strapping the hostler back to her thigh.

  "You insignificant woman, do you know who I am? I can buy you a million times over. Get back on your knees and finish doing what you were doing!" Jole Vidoudez shouted.

  "Hahahaha!" Vanessa bust out laughing in his face.

  "I don't know what you're used to dealing with, but by all means I'm not it. I'm far from being a broke chick. I have money and my pussy or mouth isn't for sale, I don't take orders from any man. I'm a freak not a hoe. I fuck because I want to. I think you need to go find yourself a prostitute. You know what, you should forget that too. I really think you should leave women alone altogether. You're clearly gay and there's nothing wrong with that, but you need to come out the closet and stop acting as if you like pussy!" Vanessa shouted back with an attitude.

  Jole Vidoudez face turned bright red.

  "You little insignificant bitch, how dear you talk to me in such a manner!" He shouted as he swung, hitting Vanessa in the right cheek on her face, catching her off guard.

  The focus of the blow knocked her side ways as she hit the floor. She lay on the palms of her hands and did a sweep kick, knocking Jole's legs from up under him making him fall flat on to his back.

  Jole Vidoudez had no idea who he was dealing with or that he'd end up on the floor for that matter, with Vanessa now on top of him with one of her hands on his chin and the next one pressed against his forehead as if she was ready to break his neck.

  "You must have lost your mind. I should snap your damn neck and kill you right now." She shouted.

  "Get the fuck off of me you American bitch!" He yelled in his thick French accent still not knowing how much trouble he was seriously in.

  'I'm not about to let no woman hem me up.' He thought to himself knowing he was stronger and could over power her.

  He bucked his body and pushes her off of him and quickly got up.

  "I'm going to beat your ass, then fuck you!" He shouted as he seen her pop up like a n
inja.

  "Ahhhh!" He yelled a war cry as he ran towards her.

  Vanessa smiled. She was a trained assassin, with a third degree black belt in martial arts. As he got closer she pulled up her gown to her waist and spin kicks him in the face. Jole stumbles sideways before he could catch his balance. He felt a double kick to his chin. Then Vanessa stretches out her arm and runs into him aiming for his neck close lining him, knocking him to the floor leaving him butt naked gasping for air. Vanessa casually walks over to him and steps on his dick applying pressure.

  "Ahhhh! Ughh! Ughh!" He screams while coughing and still trying to breathe.

  Something told her to turn around. When she did the heavy set brown skinned body guard was standing right there.

  'Damn why my gun has to be under the bed at a time like this, I'll never hear the end of it from Tess, she always says never let your gun leave your side.' She thought to herself as she two piece the huge man in the nose then punches him in the eye.

  The huge body guard grunted in pain and wraps his large fingers around her neck as if he didn't even feel the blows he just received. He lifts her high up into the air while choking her. She swung her left leg with all her might, sending her knee slamming into his nut sack.

  "Ughh!" The huge body guard groans in pain, but it sounded more like a roar from an animal, as he tosses her across the room.

  "Ahhhh!" Vanessa screams as she lay on her side, then looks at the heavy set body guard holding his groin area.

  She looks up and realizes she had fallen next to the bed and her gun was right there under it. She turned around while breathing hard and grabs it. Then pulls the baby 9mm out of the hostler just as she felt a pair of hands, grab her legs and drag her backwards she twist and turn around and aims her gun at the huge, heavy set body guard . Just as she was about to pull the trigger a clear crystal vase with red roses inside of it came crashing on top of her head, shattering into tiny pieces and knocking her unconscious, making her world go black.