“It’s called manners,” replied Cristal sharply.
“Ladies, please, no arguments because of me. We are all here to have a good time tonight, right?”
“Right,” they replied.
E.P. looked around for one of his well-dressed waiters in black moving about the classy crowd carrying a tray of champagne, and he snapped his fingers. The waiter hurried over and E.P. put a glass of expensive champagne in everyone’s hand.
He smiled and then raised his glass in the air. Everyone else followed his motion. Getting ready to propose a toast, E.P. stared at Cristal, then at the others and proclaimed, “Life is good, and let it continue to be that way.”
They all toasted, clinging their glasses together and then downed the bubbly like it was water. The girls felt privileged to be drinking champagne with the infamous E.P. in one of the most luxurious penthouse suites in the city. It was like a dream come true. They were surrounded by money, power, and respect. Though Midtown was only a few miles away from Brooklyn, it was a world away from their homes. It was a world they had always craved to become a part of. Pookie, Tank, Hitch, and the other Brooklyn thugs who sold drugs in the hood and got money on the block couldn’t even compare to the power and wealth these men had. Compared with E.P. and his associates, drug dealers in Brooklyn didn’t know what making real money was. Wall Street, banking, computers, real estate—these men made money and tons of it.
For the duration of the night, E.P. continued to show Cristal so much attention. It was obvious who E.P. was interested in, making Tamar feel somewhat jealous that Cristal was able to snatch up the main catch. With Pike’s interest on Sharon and Mona chatting up a cute ballplayer, Tamar felt left out in the cold.
Around 3am, the party started to wind down. With the guests dwindling from the penthouse suite, E.P. got some time alone with Cristal outside on his towering terrace. The sprawling view of Central Park from above was a first-time experience for Cristal. She gazed at the greenery below with astonishment. She stood underneath a blanket of black with a sprinkling of white stars showing above her head, even with the glare of lights coming from the city.
“This is so beautiful,” she said.
“It is,” E.P. agreed.
The view from the top floor above was different. Being on top the world, even if it was temporary, was an exhilarating feeling for Cristal. She wanted to nestle in E.P.’s arms and feel wanted and secure. She wanted this life.
E.P. asked her to stay the night with him, and she happily accepted. She was down for whatever. Tamar and the others looked reluctant to leave without their friend, but E.P. assured everyone that she was in good hands. Tamar remarked, “Cristal, we came together so we should leave together.”
Cristal wasn’t ready to leave together. She stated she was staying with her newfound friend. Tamar showed some jealousy and when she said, “Cristal, you don’t even know this man.” She clearly was upset that she wasn’t the one who had E.P.’s undivided attention. Tamar was leaving alone with no perks or benefits. She huffed and frowned, ready to become the bad apple out of the bunch. Cristal was adamant in her decision. She was staying. It had been a really fun night for her so far, and she wanted to continue on with the fun.
With the crowd gone, the two had their privacy. The suite was quiet. E.P. didn’t waste any time making his move on Cristal. Seeing her alone and admiring her backside in the dress she wore, he slid behind her like the wind blowing and wrapped his arms around this beautiful creature.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.
She smiled.
He nestled her into his arms and squeezed her gently.
“I love it out here,” she said.
“I do too.”
E.P. kissed the back of her neck lightly, his lips feeling so good against her skin. Cristal’s thoughts and fantasies began to fill with the need to be with him—to feel him inside of her, to become one with each other.
He moved his hand up her thigh and underneath her dress. She longed to feel his mouth on every part of her. She desired to be covered with his sweet kisses as she felt his body pressed into her. He pushed aside her panties and slipped his fingers into her honey-sweet nectar and targeted her clit, making Cristal squirm from the overwhelming sensation.
Cristal cooed, needing to feel his lips exploring every curve, every crevice of her caramel-colored frame. She wasn’t ready for the slow and gentle lovemaking with candles burning and Teddy Pendergrass playing in the background. Cristal was ready for a hardcore fuck. She wanted that million- or billion-dollar dick to be rammed inside her pussy so hard and fast she wanted to spit out cum. E.P. needed to understand that her body was a gift to him. She loved getting fucked. The way he touched her, fondling her body like he was molding clay, made her pussy quiver like a small earthquake.
Under the cool summer night air, E.P. pulled her dress up and snatched her panties down. He started to unbuckle his pants. Removing his thick, piece of hard flesh, E.P. stroked his pulsating tool near her goodies.
“You got a condom?” Cristal asked, ready to practice safe sex.
“Yeah, I do.”
Removing a Magnum condom from his pocket, he was becoming so incredibly aroused that he was driven to a fit of lust. He played with her hard nipples until she was burning with passion. She was ready to spread her legs and invite him inside of her to explore her erotic folds of femininity and tease her aroused clit gently and softly, ensuring that she whimpered and pleaded for release. E.P. fondled her below like he created the pussy, making love to her with his hand, feeling her slippery wetness.
“I wanna fuck you so hard and deep,” he growled into her ear.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, feeling his fingers penetrating her smoothly.
E.P. sat Cristal on the terrace railing, her legs spread, and her panties ripped off. E.P. rolled the Magnum condom onto his hard, throbbing steel piece of flesh. His manhood was very impressive.
At first, he penetrated her slow and deliberately, deep and hard. They both suddenly found themselves wrapped in a sexual frenzy. E.P. thrust inside of her tight pussy as Cristal jerked forward, gripping the railing. He cupped her tits and squeezed her ass. She wanted to feel every hot, hard, throbbing inch of him inside of her.
He fucked her.
She was dripping with desires from everywhere as their bodies collided in unison and ecstasy. He fucked her for a long moment, the summer swirling them up. Her pussy swallowed up his hard, pounding flesh as he gazed into her lovely face. He tasted the softness of her lips and his tongue explored further. Their tongues danced together. It was a rhythmic dance; it was kissing as an art form. E.P. palmed her fleshy backside and cupped her tits again. Her body was a masterpiece. He could feel the underside of his tongue gently grazing her bottom teeth. He inhaled her breath as his own. E.P. couldn’t stop kissing her.
Cristal was like a sensual fruit he wanted to devour. He was savoring every inch of her with his mouth, his lips, and his tongue. He kissed her body fervently. He peeled away the expensive black dress from her curvy frame, absorbed by her nudity.
Once again, he uttered the words, “You’re beautiful.”
Cristal was his main course. She had never fucked a millionaire before, and it was everything she dreamed of. E.P. pulled her into his arms and positioned his beauty of the night on her back against a table on the terrace. She opened her legs for him and he was ready to slam himself between her meaty thighs. He was consumed by lust.
The freaky action transitioned from the terrace to inside the suite, and then into the plush bedroom. E.P. pulled his naked beauty close to him again and she fell on the bed next to him. Fucking her throughout the suite like rabbits, he still didn’t need a minute to calm down.
Sprawled butt-naked on the king-size bed, E.P.’s stomach rippled with abs. His arms defined with cuts and his chiseled features indicated he worked out on
a regular basis.
Cristal straddled him and slammed her pussy down on his hard shaft. Her pussy fit like a glove.
“Fuck me!” she cried out.
She rode him. There was something about her pussy that made him moan loudly, the way she ground her body into him, wrinkling the silk sheets underneath them. Cristal was a woman on a mission. Placing her feet on the bed and her hands on his chest, she rode E.P. like a champion. She made eye contact with him and used her muscles to milk him. E.P. fidgeted with pleasure underneath her. He reached up to play with her nipples as her juices coated him.
“I’m coming!” he hollered.
“I’m going to cum all over you,” she hollered subsequently.
Panting and breathing with juicy and squishing sex like they’d both run the NYC marathon, they both were at the point of no return. Cristal couldn’t hold back any longer. As she came, she screamed as E.P. gripped her hips and delivered his essence into the condom as they both exploded together in the wee hours of the next day.
She rolled over on her back and breathed. E.P. did the same. In her mind, this was one of her dreams come true. She put that pussy on his ass and now she was ready to sleep for hours.
Five
The morning sun percolating into the luxurious suite indicated that it was going to be another beautiful, summer day. The radiant light seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows made Cristal stir awake and she found herself naked and alone in the bed. E.P. wasn’t by her side. She’d slept like a baby for seven hours straight. The king-size bed she lay in was so comfortable it felt like she had slept on clouds, and the white silk sheets beneath her seemed to be massaging her skin. The room was quiet. Cristal propped herself up against the headboard and gazed at the décor of the bedroom. It looked completely different in the daylight. Maybe it was because she was too busy taking dick the night before. The décor of the room was tastefully done up in various cultures—European art and sculptures displayed on the walls and shelves. There was a sixteenth-century ivory mask from Benin, and a twelfth-century Yoruba bronze head sculpture from Nigeria, with long spears and uncanny shields from villainous African warriors and what looked like a picture of Shaka Zulu over his bed. Then there were the customized steel samurai swords hanging on the walls of the room and a life-size samurai warrior in full armor poised for battle near the bedroom door. E.P. seemed to have a taste for weaponry and warriors.
It was kind of interesting, but also creepy.
Where was E.P.? Cristal asked herself. She removed herself from the bed and walked toward the window naked. She stepped out onto the terrace and gazed out at Central Park in the sunlight, hearing the city alive with movement. Manhattan was bustling below. She took a deep breath and felt wonderful. Last night with E.P. had been so magical. Having had a millionaire fuck her vigorously—how could she go back to the average muthafucka in Brooklyn?
A few moments passed and E.P. joined her out on the terrace. He was clad in a long, blue terry cloth robe and had made them some coffee. He handed Cristal her cup and she took a few sips.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning.” Cristal smiled with last night still lingering in her head.
“How did you sleep?”
“I slept fine.”
“Good.”
“I could get so used to this,” said Cristal, turning and gazing at the picturesque view for the umpteenth time since she arrived last night. She took another sip of coffee. She wasn’t a coffee drinker, but it felt great to do something different in her life. It was strong and black, just how she would describe herself, and it went down her throat like hot water. She stood naked in front of E.P. like it was natural. He gazed at her body with an emotionless stare. The fire that he had in his eyes last night had dissipated. Now he seemed aloof, almost a different person.
Was he bored with her already?
Cristal hoped he wasn’t going to be an asshole and just toss her out after he’d gotten what he wanted. If so, she wasn’t afraid to give him a few choice words.
“Maybe I should put something on,” she said.
“No need to,” he said.
“You wanna fuck again?” Cristal asked nonchalantly.
E.P. ignored the question. He looked at her, not with desire, but as if he were studying her—sizing her up. His rapt gaze made Cristal somewhat uncomfortable. Knowing that he was a man who could have anything he wanted on this planet, she thought, why her? She saw the pictures on his wall: E.P. had been with A-list actors, supermodels, and women much more classy and elegant than her. He could get pussy from anyone he wanted. He was extremely handsome with a masculine physique. What was his true interest in her?
E.P. walked into the bedroom. Cristal followed behind him. Why didn’t he answer her question? she thought. She wasn’t in any rush to get dressed. She now wanted some condom-less dick. Hey, maybe she could hit the jackpot and become pregnant by him. It was farfetched thinking, but a girl could dream—even if it was super crazy, Cristal thought like a chickenhead. She didn’t have her high-school diploma, she had no real trade, and she’d come up rough while living in Brooklyn. A rich baby daddy, and then maybe all of her worries would be solved.
E.P. went toward the small bar in his room. He substituted the hot coffee for some red wine. He took a few sips and looked at Cristal. She sat on the bed naked and kept quiet. EP walked closer to her. He took a few sips of wine and out of the blue asked, “Are you a get-money type of bitch?”
“Excuse me?” Cristal returned, looking taken aback by his question.
“How do you get paid?” he asked so calmly.
Cristal was still speechless for a moment. What made him ask that? She wondered. And what could she tell him? This man was on top of his game. He had everything in life and some. She didn’t have an education. It was embarrassing to tell E.P. that she had to mooch off her mother’s welfare checks. Or that she was a criminal, selling drugs, being a drug mule for a local dealer, and boosting with her friends. Or that she fucked random niggas in Brooklyn—all to keep Giuseppe heels on her feet and designer fabric around her skin.
“I’m in school at the moment, and I work in the mall,” she lied.
“College, huh? What is your major?”
“Business,” she replied.
“Business, huh,” he replied dubiously. “You don’t look like a business major.”
His incredulous stare already told Cristal that he didn’t believe her lie. Cristal fidgeted around uneasily on his bed. His hard look burned into her. It felt like he could see right through her as if she were transparent. Unexpectedly, he said to her, “I want you to come and work for my organization.”
Dumbfounded by his proposition, she uttered, “Me?” She didn’t know anything about his organization.
“Why not? What else is there for you out there?” he replied indifferently.
She looked at him and purred, “Like what, a nine-to-five sucking your dick or something? Being your sex slave? Some twenty-four-hour pussy on call?”
“Is that all you’re good at? Do you think that low of yourself?”
The response from him made Cristal think for a second. It made her feel small suddenly. It felt like she was shrinking in the room. In Brooklyn, she was that bitch, but in the city, she was just some random jump off. But no matter what, no man had the right to talk to her in such a belittling tone.
She stood up with her face shaping into a frown.
“Look, I keep it real. If I can’t keep it one hundred wit’ me then I can’t expect no one else too,” she announced while slamming her hand against her chest to prove her point.
Suddenly, she didn’t feel natural or comfortable anymore around him. She was offended by his statement. She was from the hood, but that didn’t make him better than her.
E.P. didn’t care if he offended her or not. They were in his domain, and
he was calling the shots.
“So you like to keep it real? Then keep it real, Cristal,” he said in a stern tone, his look fixed on her nudity. “What are you good at?”
“What you think I’m good at,” she replied sleazily.
“Sell yourself; not your pussy.” It was a cold response.
Cristal didn’t see that one coming. She pulled the sheet from off the bed and covered her nakedness with it, suddenly feeling vulnerable around him. She wanted to get dressed. But her dress was nowhere in the room.
“I was good at math, until I dropped out of high school,” she revealed.
“You can’t put ‘high-school dropout’ on your résumé. Try again. Sell yourself. Sell me a skill, make me believe in you,” he said harshly.
“I can cook coke,” she said meekly.
“Okay, give me something that’s not a cliché. What else?” he continued to press on.
Cristal didn’t know what to tell this man. Why was he unexpectedly giving her the third degree? What was his angle? He didn’t want to fuck anymore; now it was Q&A in his suite, like it was a job interview.
“Umm, I think I got mad boosting skills. I can walk into any high-end store with security and cameras and walk out wit’ tens of thousands of dollars’ worth of merchandise. Me and my homegirl, we been boosting since we were ten years old, and we rarely get caught. Only twice, when we were, like, fourteen,” she boasted.
“You walk out yourself with the merchandise?”
“Sometimes. But most times I have one of the little shorties walk out holding the bag of merchandise. See, we got this scheme we do call bag-switching, and we be robbing these stores blind,” she said proudly.
E.P. wasn’t impressed.
“What other skills do you have? And think before you answer. You only have two more skills to tell me about before I make my decision. So it will behoove you to make these count,” he said.
Behoove me? Cristal didn’t even know what the word meant. She had really no idea what to say to him. She was suddenly thrust into this interrogation like she had committed some crime. If she only knew what job she was applying for then it would probably help tremendously with her answers.
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