by Rae B. Lake
Digger looks over to me for a second before focusing back on Benita. He doesn’t pay me any mind, but Benita smiles at me. Digger leans forward and grabs a hand full of her hair, pulling her upwards and arching her back. “Mind who you’re fucking, Benita.” He growls loud enough for me to hear.
She laughs and pulls one of his fingers in her mouth. He groans as she sucks on it. “Fuck, girl.” He pounds into her hard, and I move into a dark corner where I’m not causing too much distraction, and I lean back and watch. I’m not ashamed of my preferences, but most people don’t understand. The most common question I’m asked is, why don’t I just watch porn?
I can’t stand porn, at least not mainstream porn. The home movies I like. There is something about watching a woman fight to take more than she is used to or the genuine surprise on her face when her partner hits the right spot. I love it all. I don’t touch myself when I’m in there with them. I save that for when I’m balls deep in my own bit of fun.
Benita is a sexy girl, but she can be annoying if she isn’t paid enough attention.
“Harder, Dig. Give it to me harder.” She whines. The demand coming out bratty instead of sexy as I’m sure she wanted it to be.
“Shut the fuck up, don’t talk,” Digger says gruffly, as he grabs her head and pushes it down to the bed. He pounds into her harder, though. No matter how much a man will say they aren’t interested in a woman getting off, most usually want them to.
Even though her head is pressed into the bed, I can see the way her ass jiggles slightly every time Digger thrusts into her. The movement is slightly hypnotic.
Her voice rises in pitch as Digger thrusts into her quickly. I feel my body getting more and more aroused. I take in a breath to calm myself, and right as I start to feel myself becoming desperate, I quietly walk out of the room and let Digger finish his business. I rarely stay for the finale, especially if I don’t have a piece of ass waiting for me in the next room.
I see Oro and Vado talking outside the door of the clubhouse, and when I make my way over to them, I can hear it is because Oro is relaying a message that Vincente’s crew has been successful in keeping tabs on Storm and Vale.
“Just make sure that they reach out daily with updates. The last thing we need is to mess up this connection.” Vado looks over to me. “What are you doing sneaking around?”
“Not sneaking. They are well aware I’m here.” I smirk.
“Perv,” Vado says in jest.
“Everyday,” I reply.
“Well, fuck me!.” Oro curses under his breath, looking over my shoulder. When I turn around, I am confronted with a sight I’m not prepared for.
Cariña is walking toward us. Joda is holding her hand, and I can tell that she is trying to be friendly with her.
I knew that Joda would take care of her, but what I didn’t expect is how irresistible Cariña looks beside her.
“I’m going to take her inside, ok. Show her around a bit. Like, she doesn’t even know where the kitchen is.” Joda and Cariña try to walk by us, but I reach out and grab Cariña’s arm.
“Hey!” She exclaims.
I pull her in front of me, smashing her body to mine, the remnants of the arousal I felt a few moments ago coming back with her closeness.
She gasps but doesn’t say anything.
I raise my hand toward her face, and I expect her to move away, but she doesn’t. Instead, she stays still and waits for me to do whatever it is I’m going to do.
I press my thumb to her face and wipe her cheek. I move it to her lips and swipe back and forth her eyebrows furrow, but she still doesn’t move.
I pull my hand back and look at the pad of my finger; it’s clean.
“This is natural?”
“Excuse me?” she asks, clearly confused.
“You're really this beautiful?” I blink a few times just to process what I’m seeing.
Her eyebrows relax, and a soft blush crawls up her face, as she looks down coyly. “Thanks for that. I needed it.”
“Anything else I can do for you? To you?” I ask, keeping her close to me, completely forgetting my place. I’m supposed to be keeping her safe, not trying to figure out a way to get into her pants. Although right now, I think I’m due a bit of fun.
“Eres Malo.” She whispers as she sidesteps me and continues toward the clubhouse.
“You have no idea,” I reply and bite my lip as I watch her wide hips sway seductively toward the door.
“Better be careful, Azriel. She may destroy you.” Vado warns, his eyes not showing even a hint of amusement. He means it.
“Nah, pussy is pussy. Besides, she’s not here for that. I know what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“I know, I have faith, brother. I’m just saying, Dios sabe que lo hace.” Vado shrugs.
I roll my eyes and try to walk away, “Don’t start with that ‘God leads the way’ shit. She’s just a woman. I’m intrigued, I’m horny as fuck, and she’s a new hole for me to fall into. This has nothing to do with fate or the good lord intervening.”
The Latin community usually is very religious, and Vado is not exempt from this rule. He swears it’s a complete miracle he is alive to this day with all the shit he’s been through in his life. I agree the lord does work in mysterious ways, but not when it comes to what wet snatch my dick wants to invade for the night. No, that’s all hormones and attraction.
“Oh girl, like, AZ is feeling you!” Joda puts her arm through mine again as we walk into the clubhouse.
“Please, I don’t have any time for him. I’m not here to find a man. I’m here to stay alive.”
“Like why does that have to be the only thing you can do? Why can’t you get the D and still stay alive? You know Azriel is probably the most deadly besides Vado. There is no way he would let anyone get to you.” Joda giggles and pulls me over to the back area.
“Here is the kitchen. Juana is the cook, and she is Digger’s momma. She pretty much takes care of everyone. She must be out at the market by now. “
I nod my head, hearing what Joda is saying but not really paying attention. I have Azriel on my mind. “But what about that whole thing in the other building? Is he a swinger or something like that?”
She does a double-take, probably surprised at how the conversation took a left turn. “No, not a swinger, but Azriel is a very visual man.”
“Visual? Is that why he wiped my face?” I say, remembering the strange way he rubbed my face.”
“Like for sure, he was trying to see if you had make-up on. The fact that you’re this damn hot and completely natural, I’m sure is a huge turn on for him.” She giggles and wiggles her eyebrows.
“Hmm, so what was he doing in the room if he wasn’t having sex with them?”
“Ok, listen, you didn’t hear this from me,” Joda moves closer to me and then looks around the empty kitchen just to make sure no one is listening, “Azriel likes to watch.” She bites her lip and fans her face in faux arousal.
“Watch? Really. Como se dice…“ I think about the correct word for a second, “You mean he is into voyeurism?”
“Big time! Nothing way out of left field, but I’ve had him come in while I was fucking one of the guys and just sit in the corner and watch us. It’s not even creepy. Mostly I forget that he’s there until I see him leaving. It’s his own kink. We all understand it, and he respects everyone's wishes. If we don’t like it, he doesn’t come in.”
I look away, not wanting to show that voyeurism doesn’t bother me, not after all that I’ve been through. I’ve never had sex with someone I was attracted to or been held close as Azriel did moments ago, even for a second.
When you’re used only as a vessel for children, having fun while you have sex is nonexistent. That was all I was to my dead husband. Someone to give him a child.
“You ok?” Joda leans her head to the side and looks at me like a sad puppy. She is really too old to be acting the way that she acts, but she is nice enough. Better I hang around with
her than that bitch Chuchi.
“Yeah, I’m ok. Just thinking about everything that’s going on. I don’t know how I ever ended up in this position.”
She nodded her head, “Hey, I understand. I mean, my parents sold me for a quarter kilo of coke. I’ve been a slut ever since. Not what I wanted, but I’m good at it. There are days I wake up, my legs sticky from cum, a man in my bed, and I have no idea how my life ended up this way. We just have to make the best out of the situation and keep on living. Like what can we do, cry?”
Suddenly the pieces started to fall into place. No wonder she was acting like that. Joda had been traumatized as a kid, and she’s probably is stuck in that mindset. Now that I know, I’m a little more accepting of it.
“What about you? I mean, like, you don’t have to tell me, but if you want to, I promise I won’t say anything.”
It has been so long since I’ve had a friend, years even. In fact, the only people I spoke with besides my disgusting ex were people making sure I didn’t leave. They were there just keeping me hostage. "I was pretty much forced into a relationship by my mother when I was seventeen years old. There was this wealthy man, or at least my mother thought he was wealthy, who asked her for my hand in marriage. We’re from the deep country, so we didn’t even have lights. When he showed up with his diamonds and money, they quickly told me it was a good match. At first, he was really sweet to me, and we married after only three months. I did my best to be a good wife, everything he asked; I did my best to do. I supported him and didn’t ask questions. It wasn’t until about a year later he started to become mean. Every day was worse than the one before. Apparently, the only reason he married me was because he wanted me to give him a child. The fact that I hadn’t yet meant I was to get my ass beat regularly until I did.” I felt a small weight lift off my chest as I stood there speaking to her. I never told anyone this story, not even my mother, when she was still alive. It would have killed her before her time.
“Oh no, can you not have children?” Joda asks innocently.
“I don’t know, but I don’t think it was me who had the problem. He had his own kink, one I’m fortunate enough, he never fully acted out with me. He was always afraid he could kill the baby if there ever were one. Rape, the more a woman screamed and kicked, the more turned on he was. I walked in on him, defiling a woman once. It was the most horrific thing I’ve ever seen. I tried to help her, but one of his henchmen pulled me off and held me still at gunpoint.” I shudder just thinking about it. I was never a fully willing sexual participant as we moved through our relationship, but he never forcefully held me down and raped me. He would punish me in other ways: not let me talk to my mother, no food, no showers, no water, humiliation. I learned if I laid there with my legs open while he grunted on top of me, he would leave me alone.
“The story goes, he tried to rape one of the local girls, and as he was forcing his dick down her throat, she managed to get his balls into her mouth, and she bit them almost completely off. He was in the hospital for weeks. One of the other women he kept around even told me the doctor told him he would never have kids. There was just too much damage, but he never believed them. The fact that he was childless always ended up being my fault."
I look over to Joda and can see that she is trying hard not to laugh.
“What?” I question.
“She bit them off!” She throws her head back and laughs. It’s a tinkling sound that makes me want to laugh myself.
“Yeah, I know it’s crazy.” I laugh a little, unable to keep a straight face anymore.
“Damn babe, sounds like you’ve had a shit time. Did you love him?”
“I thought I did for a while when I was young. Then I thought if only I were better, he’d love me more. Finally, I just realized he was a piece of shit, and there was nothing I could do or not do that would ever change him. That’s not what love is. I swear if those Cano’s didn’t kill him, I would’ve found a way to do it.” I clench my fists. I’m grateful to be free of him. I could leave when I wanted, please myself when I wanted, laugh and cry when I wanted. But now I’ve got new problems I know will be haunting me for a long time.
“Screw all that, enough with the heavy. Tonight we dance!”
She grabs my hands and starts to salsa dance with me, even though I’m not moving.
“What?”
“Yeah, every Saturday, we have a little party here. The club, some allies, any old ladies, girlfriends. The Bacardi flows, Juana will make un lechón, and we dance until the sun kisses our backs. It’s one of the ways we all stay so close. This really is a big family over here.” She jumps up slightly and claps her hands. “I have the best outfit for you!”
I roll my eyes in mock annoyance but smile as she opens up the fridge and pulls out some fruit for us to eat. I listen to her tell me all about her strange family and how the Royal Bastards saved her life. To think these are the same people my husband had been fighting against the whole time I’ve known him.
Flo sets up his DJ equipment in the far right of the compound. We had the party for the community a few days earlier, but this party is for family only. The ol’ ladies and girlfriends, the club booty, the brothers, and the allies, today is the day of the week where we let go of everything and just relax. No one will dare come for us while we are all here, and it’s always a good time.
“Brother, I just got the word from my connection up in San Juan,” Garro says as he walks up behind me. “That rock is real.”
I believed it was, I didn’t want to have to kick Cariña out for being a lying bitch, but I would’ve. “Good news. How much?”
“That one diamond is valued at over one hundred thousand dollars. She was way under the mark when she quoted it to us. Something about the clarity of it. My guy is looking for a buyer now, but it shouldn’t e long. Apparently, it’s a rare find.”
I’m impressed, but also confused. Why didn’t Cariña know how much she had? Did she steal the rock from someone? Even if it belonged to her dead husband, wouldn’t he have told her?
“You look like you're stressing out, do it tomorrow.” Garro claps me on the back, and a bright smile cracks on his weathered face. “There goes my woman.”
Before Maria came into the picture, Garro was angry and pretty much just all around crabby. Then Maria came along, and every day is daisies for them now. They are a really sweet couple.
I watch him walk off and wrap her up in a big hug before he bends down and kisses her passionately. I doubt if we will see them all night.
Marc Anthony croons through the speakers, and I take my turn with Coca on the dance floor. She has on a burnt orange dress that compliments the dark tone of her skin. She turns in my arms before I reverse her motion and turn her in the opposite direction. I pull her back to me, and we do a quick turn before we fall back into the typical salsa steps.
“Asi Papi!” Coca laughs and moves in closer to me. I’m a favorite at these parties, mostly because I can move, and you know what they say about men who can dance.
The song finishes, and I escort her from the floor before the next one starts.
“When is it going to be my turn? You promised!” Benita whines as I sit down.
“Now you get nothing, get away from me, Benita. So fucking annoying.” I lean over the bar and motion for Oro to come over. “Oro, give me a brew.” I turn and sit at the makeshift bar. Our clubhouse is just an old school warehouse with an open layout. Juana and Coca did their best to turn all the space into something worthy of calling home, but almost everything is removable.
I grab the Corona from him, and my eyes focus in on Lobo, who is chatting up one of the newer escorts we just took on. She’s actually from Chile but somehow got stranded here in PR. She laughs, and her long curly black hair bounces against her back. Pretty girl.
My eyes scan the room, I don’t expect any trouble, but I want to be prepared for anything. My eyes roam until I can see the very back of the room. People who either can’t dance or just want
to relax usually hangout there during a party.
I take a sip of my beer and spit some of it out as my eyes find Cariña.
I can’t take my eyes off her. I try to put my beer down, but since I’m not paying attention, it skirts off the edge of the small bar and crashes to the floor near Oro’s feet.
“What the hell!” He jumps back but doesn’t say a word to me. He knows better.
“AZ?” Vado asks from his seat next to me. He cranes his neck to see what I’m looking at. “Humph, told you.” He turns back around toward the party, but I’m still stuck looking at her.
“Yeah, I’d fuck her too.” I turn to see Chuchi standing behind me, looking at Cariña, “that is if I were into the low budget skanks y'all bring in here.”
“Chuchi, back off. She’s not a low budget skank.” I say calmly. Chuchi’s mouth is reckless, but she is loyal, and after a while, I’ve come to expect that from her. It’s nothing to get mad about.
“If you say so, but I’ll let you know if you want in first, you might want to go make your move. Digger is on the prowl.” She squeezes my shoulder.
My eyes snap to the side, and sure enough, I see Digger slowly making his way in her direction. We call him Digger because more times than not, we can find him digging in some girl's guts. The man fucks more than most pornstars. I’m surprised the man’s cock hasn’t fallen off. There is no way I’m letting him have her. This one is mine.
I push myself off the stool, jump over the bar, and around the cases of alcohol. As I weave my way through the small crowd of people, my eyes never leave her face, and stop right in front of Cariña and Joda only a second before Digger gets there. He tries to move around me, but I catch his gaze. It's a warning I will rip his face the fuck off if he tries to go for this one. He smiles slightly, then puts his hand out.
“Joda, vamos bailar.”
“Oh, but…” Joda looks at Digger, then back to Cariña; she doesn’t want to leave her by herself.
“I’ll take care of her,” I say to put her mind at ease.
