by KR Bankston
CROSSROADS:
THE ANTHOLOGY
Stories of Love, Lust, Revenge, and Murder
Wednesday’s Customer
KR Bankston
For One Night
Elizabeth LaShaun
The Prerequisites of Perdition
Keith K. Williams
In Desperation
DK Gaston
Copyright © 2011. All rights reserved
***Excerpt from “Wednesday’s Customer” by KR Bankston***
Stepping out in the warmth of the spring day, Elijah turned right and headed up toward Swan Park. It was named after some rich benefactor or other who’d left millions to the parks and recreations department. I could sure as hell think of something better to invest my money in, dead or not, Elijah thought frowning slightly. Taking his time as he walked, he observed each person or establishment he passed along the way. He smiled seeing the young man and woman standing at the entrance to the alley he was passing. He could tell the young man was trying to get inside the woman and she was playing hard to get for the moment. Weak ass rap, blue ass balls, Elijah thought of the young man and continued his journey. Stopping at the tobacco shop he came upon, he went inside. He inhaled all the different tobacco’s loving the scent of them. Stepping to the counter Elijah asked for three Montecristo’s. The cigars were handmade in the Dominican Republic, accounting for their expensive price tag. Elijah loved them though, finding them to be a slow burning cigar loaded with rich, complex flavors.
Garnering his purchase he headed back into the day, his destination less than a block away. Checking the Rolex Cellini Classic on his wrist, Elijah smiled slightly and crossed the street with the light heading for the entrance of the park. He entered and found a bench, sitting down and enjoying the shade of the huge Oak that towered above his head. He watched a couple of free spirits playing Frisbee with their dogs and the housewives out strolling with their babies, conversing freely with each other. He saw the man walk by but didn’t react. Elijah continued watching the park participants for the next fifteen minutes before glancing to his right and seeing the package. Picking up the small brown bag, he opened it removing the breadcrumbs and beginning to spread them for the gathering geese.
Moving the crumbs around in the bag, he discovered the small slip of paper, a single name contained. Turning the slip over he read the dollar amount listed and smiled slightly. Folding the paper and putting it into his pocket, Elijah continued to feed the geese until the bag was empty. Rising, he brushed the crumbs from his lap and headed toward his converted loft apartment. Elijah Bower was a man who lived a charmed life, a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, who changed women like he changed his clothes, a man who, for a price, would eliminate any breathing human being whose name you wrote on a piece of paper.
***Excerpt from “For One Night” by Elizabeth LaShaun
Janelle watched Stacy closely as she ate. She betta say yeah, she brooded, recalling the hard work she put in to make Stacy happy.
“That was great baby,” Stacy said pulling Janelle by her arms and leading her to the beige, cloth sofa.
“I am happy that you enjoyed it,” Janelle told her before kissing her deeply. “Stacy do you love me,” Janelle asked, with just the right hint of doubt.
“Of course, I do,” Stacy quickly reassured stroking her face. “Why you ask that,” she asked hating that Janelle could doubt her love.
Sighing and pausing for effect, Janelle told her that she didn’t think she loved the real her. Seeing the confusion written on her lover’s face she hedged forward. She explained that like it or not she was bisexual and was still very attracted to men. “So you breaking up with me,” Stacy asked with an incredulous look, working overtime to keep her tears at bay. “No baby,” Janelle said. “Never, I want,” she trailed off again for effect, causing Stacy to quickly ask her what she wanted. “I want to have a threesome.”
Stacy quickly removed her hands from Janelle with widened eyes.
“See I knew you would react this way,” Janelle returned forging hurt.
“I’ll do it,” Stacy told her as the first tear escaped from her right eye.
The smile instantly came over Janelle’s face and she kissed her lover with immense passion. I knew she would go for it, she thought cockily. Okay its time to go in for the kill, she continued to brood as she began to tug at Stacy’s sweats. Giving head was not something that she enjoyed. She only performed the act after she had at least two orgasms herself.
Stacy moaned deeply as Janelle satisfied her. She was so gentle and attentive, which was rare. Most times Janelle seemed to be in a rush. Pushing the thoughts out of her mind she returned to her boo, who was pleasing her. Janelle brought her to her end twice and never asked for any pleasure or Willis. Instead she simply kissed Stacy on the cheek and went to retrieve a soapy washcloth. Reality set in quickly for Stacy. She had agreed to participate in a threesome. She had never been with a man and vowed to never be with one. If you don’t do it she will leave you, her heart threw at her. Immediately she resolved to see the threesome through. Janelle had sacrificed a year of her sexuality, she could at least compromise.
“Riley would go off if I told him this,” she mumbled as her mind once again went to her best friend.
As much as she tried to block out his words they were ringing loud and clear. The gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach told her he was right.
***Excerpt from "The Prerequisites of Perdition" by Keith Kareem Williams***
Brenda had seen the stout man in the dark red business suit that was presently banging on Emily’s door before. She remembered his dark, thinning hair, slicked back with tons of grease. He saw her as she peeked through the curtains and smiled with unusually full lips, surrounded by a dark goatee. She could almost swear that he had red pupils and quickly looked away from them. Parked at the curb in front of the house was a vintage, candy red, ’69 Chevy Impala with a white, leather interior. Leaning on the car with a cell-phone to her ear was the man’s lover and counterpart. She was considerably taller than him and her short, cropped hair was bleach-white, matching the color of her tight, short dress. She was stunningly gorgeous and in another life, she might have been a super-model. Brenda watched in horror as the woman’s black lipstick-covered lips moved as she spoke into the phone. She also spotted Brenda in the front window. She winked at Brenda with her green eye. Her other eye was completely cloudy as if it had no pupil at all. The woman ended her call and bent over to reach into the back seat of the Impala. As she did, her short skirt rode up and exposed the bottom half of the luscious cheeks it barely covered. Once she got what she had reached for, she turned around and pulled her dress down, trying to cover the pale, shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Then, as if she was a limousine driver at the airport, she held up a cardboard sign with BRENDA SWAN written in black lipstick.
“Oh my God!” Brenda exclaimed before she turned and ran back down the narrow hallway. “Don’t open the door!” she yelled back at Emily who was still rooted in place. Dirk had sent Grendel and Gretchen to claim his wife.
***Excerpt from “In Desperation” by DK Gaston
Hidden behind the dark tinted windows of his car the bald man watched Pamela Reeb with great interest as she left her apartment building. Her clothing was simple, geared more for comfort than fashion. She was dressed in skintight white denim jeans, a loosely fitted yellow tee-shirt, and white tennis shoes with yellow Nike symbols. Even her hair was practical, dark waves were pulled to the back of her head into a large tight bun. The camcorder zoomed in on her so that he could get a clear shot of her face.
“She’s pretty,” he said aloud, stretching the words out sounding like a hiss. The bald man’s breathing became heavy and his heart raced in his chest. “So very pretty.”
A voice, not his own, boomed in his earpiece. “You need to keep your focus.”
The camcorder slowly pivoted on the woman’s body from head to toe, lingering here and there as bea
ds of sweat ran down the bald man’s forehead. She moved with the fluid grace of a dancer. He could hear his own breath much clearer now. It drowned out the dogged voice in his ear. He wanted to get out and meet this Pamela Reeb personally, not peer at her in secret. He yanked his right hand away from the camcorder and dropped it to the passenger seat where the knife waited. His index finger gently, slowly, caressed the sharp edges of the blade. His fingertips were flawless against the steel, sliding back and forth along its six-inch length. The mere act should have been enough to draw blood, but he was careful with the blade.
“No, it won’t be my blood it spills,” the bald man said in a low self-gratifying groan.
“What’s that?” It was the voice in his ear.
The bald man returned from his reverie and wondered if he had been talking aloud again. “It was nothing.” He wiped the sweat from his brow. “The woman has exited her apartment building. She’s headed for her vehicle.”
The voice said, “Excellent. Once she’s gone you know what to do.”
He smiled. “I do.”
Now You’re A STAR
A Wicked Sensorial Aphrodisiac
By
KR Bankston
Copyright © 2007 KR Bankston.
She Wants What She Gets
“Well damn,” Teja said softly watching the chocolate adonis that just entered the room.
Things might actually be looking up, she thought again lustfully as she watched him greet the various guests. Teja was at yet another boring meet and greet for her up and coming Atlanta Talent Company. The owners were trying to woo more of the A-listers away from their current agents and into signing with them. Normally all they attracted were the star wannabe’s with no talent and even less money.
Tonight however had proven to be quite the opposite. Teja had observed at least eight prominent A-lister’s in attendance with at least three of them showing interest in actually signing. Who the hell are you; Teja continued to wonder as she watched the mystery man. She took a deep breath, retrieved two glasses of champagne from the tray and headed over to meet him.
*****
“Hi, I’m Teja,” she introduced herself smoothly, standing directly in front of him. Jesus, this man is fine as hell, she thought to herself once again taking in the six feet, six inches, of warm chocolate standing before her. He smiled at her as he took the champagne from her hands, and she saw the most perfect set of teeth she’d ever laid eyes on.
His mustache was perfectly manicured and the cleft in his chin, sexy and alluring. He had piercing deep brown eyes and they were trained directly on her at the moment, seemingly staring straight through her.
“Hello Teja,” he replied, his voice velvety smooth.
Teja was getting wetter by the moment as she stood looking and listening to him. I want to fuck this man, she thought honestly, wondering if she could pull it off.
“My name is Davion,” he finished his reply as he sipped his champagne.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Teja told him never taking her eyes off him.
Davion smiled as he took the woman in. She was stunning, with soft auburn highlighted hair and light brown eyes. Her breasts were begging for attention in the low cut red spaghetti strap dress she was wearing, that clung dangerously to her curvaceous hips and amply plump ass. Mm, I’d love to taste that pussy, Davion thought as he continued to talk to her.
“What do you do Davion?” Teja asked making small talk.
She didn’t really give a damn what he did, as long as he had a big dick and knew what to do with it.
“I’m a model and actor,” he told her, not bothering to elaborate or enlighten her of his adult film star status.
“Mm, I see” she returned and smiled demurely.
“And yourself,” Davion asked as he continued to imagine her naked, legs in the air, his dick sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy.
“Oh, I’m one of the Executive Assistants for the company,” she replied and he nodded his acknowledgement.
“This is the first party I’ve been too with such beautiful employees,” Davion told her softly.
Teja was ready to explode. She was hotter than fire right now. Damn, can we skip all this shit and get down to the fucking, she thought as he asked her to go outside and get some fresh air. They stood outside looking at the skyline, both absorbed in their own thoughts, until Davion finally decided to speak.
“Teja,” he said softly standing close to her face and looking deeply into her eyes. “Would you be offended if I told you I wanted to taste you?”
Teja smiled; finally glad the charade was over.
“It would definitely be my pleasure” she returned.
“Where can we go,” Davion asked as he leaned in and kissed her softly.
Teja knew the building had a decadent lounge with a door that locked on the third floor, she told him the location and he agreed to meet her there in five minutes.
“I need to tell some people goodnight,” Davion told her, again not enlightening her of his knowledge that the lounge existed, having scouted the building thoroughly earlier.
Teja nodded her understanding and left him to handle his business.
*****
Teja was giddy the entire trip down to the third floor. Please let this man know how to fuck, she thought as she entered the lounge and waited for him to arrive. Davion was smiling as he exited the elevator and headed for the room. I bet that pussy is fantastic, he thought beginning to grow hard thinking about her. He entered the room to find Teja waiting for him.
“Mm, baby, I want you naked,” he told her not wasting anytime as he unzipped her dress and took it off.
Teja was wearing the matching red lace bra and thong.
“I knew you were sexy as hell,” Davion told her as he pulled her to him kissing her again and taking off her bra.
“Hold on, I want to see that luscious body of yours too,” Teja told him and he smiled.
She helped Davion take off the shirt and pants he was wearing, loving the form fitting boxer briefs he wore underneath. I knew this man was packing some serious dick, Teja confirmed looking at him lustfully. Davion pulled her to him once again, sinking to the carpeted floor with her. There was a couch in the lounge, but Davion didn’t want any restrictions to their movements.
He pulled her thong off and spread her legs widely.
“This has got to be the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” he told her as he immediately went down on her and began sucking her clit softly.
Teja moaned deeply, as she felt his tongue work its way in and out of her, causing her juices to flow ever heavier.
“Mm, delicious baby,” Davion told her sensuously as he continued eating her.
He began turning as he continued enjoying her, finally ending up with his dick positioned over her mouth. Teja immediately lifted her head and took him into her mouth, sucking him and teasing the head of his dick with her tongue.
Davion moaned deeply from the things she was doing to him as he brought her to climax. Her juices were still flowing freely from her soaking wet pussy as he slid his fingers inside her and began to work her more. Teja was in a state of complete bliss as Davion pleased her.
She sucked him hard, moving her hands up to caress his balls as well. Davion felt himself getting closer, but not wanting to cum yet, removed himself from her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Teja asked confused at his movement.
He sighed gently.
“You’re about to make me cum, and I want to fuck you first,” he told her honestly as he removed his fingers and turned facing her again.
“Taste yourself,” he told her as he slipped his fingers into her mouth.
Teja sensuously sucked his fingers, tasting her own juice on them.
“See how good your pussy tastes,” Davion told her as he kissed her again.
He was ready to fuck her now; he wanted to feel the inside of that beautiful pussy wrapped about his dick. Teja was ready too. He�
��d been teasing her all night, putting his rock hard dick in her mouth, but not her pussy. Davion pulled her to her knees and turned her around. He slid his dick inside her and Teja cried out in ecstasy. I knew this damned man could fuck, She marveled as he slammed into her, thrusting forcefully and deeply each time he withdrew from her. Teja’s was consumed with how good her pussy felt. She’d never had a man fuck her like this.
Davion was watching as he thrust into her. He loved seeing his dick coated with her juices each time he went in and out of her. He took a bold step and stuck his finger in her ass. Teja screamed with delight. She had no idea it would feel that good. Davion felt himself getting close. He began to thrust harder and faster, with Teja coaching him every step of the way.
“Yes Davion, fuck me,” she told him as she threw her pussy to him.
“That’s it baby, yes, just like that,” Davion told her as he continued to enjoy her.
Finally he could hold it no longer; he grabbed her hips and began to cum.
“Davion, yes!” Teja cried out.
He removed himself as he was cuming allowing the thick, warm fluid to run down her ass.
“Come here,” Davion told her as she turned to him.
He pulled her head to him, and she readily took him into her mouth, sucking the rest of the cum that remained from his dick.
*****
“I knew fucking you was going to be the best damned experience of my life,” Teja told him quietly as they dressed to leave.
