Street Chic

by Anthony Whyte

  “Yeah, you don’t really look like you lacking, so don’t take too much. The motorcycles are for us,” Candace said, squatting on a thick beveled-edge, glass table.

  “So, are y’all ready for sump’n else?” Melanie asked moving closer to the sisters.

  “You didn’t hear me mention us being on vacation?” Claire asked, staring coldly at Melanie.

  “Let’s listen to the judge’s therapist,” Candace smiled, examining a bottle of Louis XIV.

  “We got another job?” Claire asked, looking at Candace.

  “We don’t have to do shit, we don’t want. Shoot, we could just do what those old mobsters do.”

  “What’s that?” Claire asked.

  “Retire right here in sunny Florida.”

  “Enough of the damn sibling rivalry already… It’s this easy. Ya either gonna do the job or ya not. That’s all there is to it,” Melanie said, sighing. “You two, what I got to be Mimmy too?”

  “I haven’t mentioned it yet, but you’re close to an ass whipping,” Claire threatened.

  “I’m ready,” Melanie said, grabbing her tits and licking her lips.

  “Let’s do this for fun. It better be easier than the last one. I don’t want anyone killed,” Candace said.

  “The last one was cake-walk for y’all,” Melanie said.

  “All righty then… Break it down.”

  “A certain movie producer with long and loaded green pockets would like a certain actress…”

  “Okay, it sounds difficult, already,” Claire said, throwing her hands up.

  “Well, Jacque told me y’all were trying to get into acting and I feel this might be ya big break.”

  “I swear, Jacque talks too fucking much,” Candace said.

  “Like I was saying, I figured this movie producer will meet his actresses…”

  “He’s gonna meet us but don’t blame us if he don’t like our skills,” Claire said.

  “We’re really not that good…” Candace said, sounding embarrassed.

  “Y’all very beautiful, and ya both can still carry a damn conversation, can’t ya?” Melanie asked. The sisters shook their heads. “Fuck it, ya still in. Here’s how it’s going down… We just need to be around this fat cat and get real close to him. Let him show interest, then bam. We take the cheese and run. Now I’m a tell you how we do this…”

  The Osorio sisters drew close and listened to Melanie outlining the plan to rip-off the movie producer. He was also connected to the mob and loved beautiful, dark skinned women. The sisters listened and thought the plan had a chance. They didn’t come to Miami to work, but job after job had found them. Claire thoughts drifted to Sean. She felt eager to see him.

  “This man has no brain. Matter of fact he lets his dick leads him around,” Melanie said.

  “I’m surprised that Sean didn’t pick up his cell earlier,” Claire wondered aloud.

  “It’s a man’s prerogative.”

  “I can’t believe ya two are discussing dicks in the middle of my plan to make us some dough?” Melanie asked. “Y’all are ridiculous. This is preposterous. I’m hungry.”

  “Yeah, let’s go and find someplace to eat,” Candace suggested.

  “I know an absolutely exquisite place.”

  “Did you learn those words from the judge?” Claire teased.

  They laughed and headed out the storage area. Two young Cubans followed Melanie and the sisters out. They locked the storage area and walked away.

  “What’s behind the warehouses?” Candace asked.

  “Oh that’s the Keys, baby. All along here is the entrance to the Caribbean and a whole new world, baby.”

  “Yeah Miss Sunshine, let’s go,” Claire said.

  The girls were in a good mood as they got into the limo and were off to discuss their plans over a big lunch. A few minutes later, the limo pulled to a stop outside Sardi’s and the girls walked in.

  After their meals, the girls cruised the strip in the limo. Candace and Melanie were kissing each other passionately while Claire sat with her hands rubbing between her legs.

  “Damn Candy, you and Melanie are making my ass so hot and horny,” Claire muttered, rubbing her loins.

  “Spoil-sport… Do you want me to get the chauffer back here?” Melanie asked.

  “I need someone with a large pussy-soother,” Claire laughed.

  “Okay, okay big sis, why don’t you call that buffed-ass dude? What’s-his-name?”

  “Yeah, I think I will call Sean,” Claire said, pulling out her cellphone and dialing.

  “Yeah fly him here, immediately,” Melanie said dryly.

  “Keep jumping each other, and I think I will fly him down.”

  In New York, Sean was working out in a downtown gym. Sweat poured from his hard body. His cellphone rang. Sean quickly set the weights down, wipe sweat off his brow and answered the call.

  “Damn girl you’re gonna live a long time. I was just thinking about your fine ass. For real, girl…!” Sean enthused. “I wanna see you too, but money’s kinda funny. Cool, I’ll get permission from my PO and I’ll be there. Hmm, what tonight…? I seriously doubt that. I’ll let them know it’s a family emergency… Don’t worry baby, I’ll get there… See you later, mu-ah,” Sean said, making a kissing sound with his lips.

  Around nine in the evening, Sean exited a flight out of LaGuardia, New York City to Miami International. Claire and the chauffer were there to greet him at the airport.

  “How was the flight?” Claire asked hugging him.

  “I love flying baby and first class was really off the hook,” Sean said, kissing her passionately.

  “Anything for you,” she said.

  Claire pulled him back to the limo. Sean threw his overnight bag in the stretch and sat next to Claire. They embraced. His hands were roaming all over her body.

  “Damn girl! You living,” Sean said, glancing around. He saw the bar and smiled.

  “All Melanie’s idea… You’ll meet her later.”

  “Seems like you’ve stepped it up a notch since you been out here, huh?”

  “Yeah, this is plenty different than NYC,” Claire said, checking the Gucci on her wrist.

  He grabbed her and squeezed her tight in his arms. Sean kissed her neck and both cheeks.

  “I hate quickies…” she smiled, wetting her lips with a snaking motion of her tongue. “Let’s talk about you…”

  “What’s that you said about a quickie?” he asked.

  Before Claire could answer, Sean was kissing her moistened lips, and the nape of her long neck down to her back. His lips roughly brushed against the hollow of her throat. She reached between his legs and teased his package. Sean was rock hard and rearing to go. Claire wore a devilish smile.

  “We’re invited to a launching party tonight,” she said, and sucked his lower lip into her mouth.

  He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to have her. Sean pulled her skirt off and sat her in his lap. Claire reached down and held his hardened dick.

  “Huh uh, not so fast, sweetheart. I may want you as badly as you do me, but I’m running this, okay? Plus we’ve got time on our hands.”

  Sean fell back while Claire went to work undoing his shirt. She sucked on each nipple while her fingers gently stroked his dick. She watched as he winced from almost exploding in her hand.

  “Uh ah… Please let me have some,” Sean begged, writhing in pleasure.

  He licked his lips and tried not to disturb her movements against him. She easily slipped a jimmy-hat on him. Then he felt the incredible friction while they made out, she had mounted him. It felt like heaven. Sean moved in time with her rhythm, thrusting as she rode. Booties collided and Claire manipulated his love muscle until he held her ass, ripping her apart.

  “Ah… Oh my… Yeah…! Baby, baby, baby…!”

  It was as if a dam had exploded. He held on tight, kissing Claire’s lips while riding in the sunshine. Then he watched as she rode uninhibited, her desires hemmed, followed onl
y by passionate groans. She raked her nails across his chest.

  “Uh, uh, yes-s-s, oh yes, baby… Oh yes-s-s…!”

  Claire’s head jerked back and she opened her mouth as if to scream, but no sound escape. Her nails continued to rake his back.

  “Ooh shit…” she moaned, kissing him slow.

  Claire sat in his lap hugging him close. Her body shuddered with lingering tremors of delight. She kept sucking, biting on his lips long and deep.

  CHAPTER 19

  Later on a huge yacht, a promotional party was being thrown by Dominque Bonelli and his partner Maurice Tines, co-owners of Son-Tines Entertainment. Melanie introduced the sisters and Sean to the many celebrities in the Miami area. The Gala was serenaded by a band. Soon after, Dominique Bonelli walked on stage and greeted everyone in a flamboyant manner. The sisters raised their eyebrows and nodded.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to thank everyone for coming out to this shing-dig sponsored by Son-Tines Entertainment. Feel free to eat and enjoy yourselves at the bar. Remember people, tomorrow the year’s number one movie will be released by Son -Tines Entertainment, me and my partner Mo Tines.” He raised a diamond encrusted mug and yelled. “Tomorrow brings a new day for Son-Tines Entertainment.”

  Whistling and applause erupted in the full house. Then an older man joined Dominique on stage. They greeted each other with a kiss that appeared clumsy. Again, the sisters raised their brows. They started watching Dominique’s behavior closely and became slowly convinced there was more to Dominique and Mo Tines’ relationship than met the eye.

  “It’s great to see the support and this is the kinda support we’re looking forward to see when the movie is released. Thank you all, mazol tov!”

  A deejay had the soiree jumping. Guests were hopping and clapping to the latest mixes. Champagne flowed and the party-goers were living it up. The sisters spent time schmoozing and getting closer to the top movie gurus. They were finding out what was behind Dominique and Mo Tines’ relation. Looking closer, they saw not only the shaved eyebrow of both but also similar huge yellow diamonds in their pinky rings.

  “This is a money meets money type of affair. Damn, it’s crazy in here. When did you meet these big ballers?” Sean inquired.

  “A friend of a friend…” Claire said. “C’mon, you’re talking too much. Let’s make-out on the dance floor.”

  When they returned, they saw the large framed, Dominique Bonelli. He was drinking and chitchatting with Melanie. Candace winked at Claire and smiled.

  “You must be the other sister I’m supposed to meet, beautiful. Are you enjoying yourselves?” Dom said, greeting the newcomers.

  “Guilty as charged. This is a friend, Sean,” Claire said with a naughty smile. Dom extended his arm and Sean shook his hand.

  “Nice to meet you, Sean,” he said and turned to the sisters. “You’re both as beautiful and sexy as Melanie described. And if you’re even half the talent she claimed, I’m certainly looking forward to working with both of you.”

  “We would love to work with you also,” Candace said.

  “Thanks for the confidence,” Claire joined in.

  “Give me a chance to introduce you to my money guy.”

  “Are you for real?” Claire asked.

  “I’m real, honey,” Dom answered.

  “Okay, let’s,” Candace said.

  “I’m afraid I can’t do it right at the moment.”

  “Ah…and why not…?” Claire asked sounding disappointed. “This might be your only chance to show how real you are and…”

  “My partner was ah… Seasick and had…”

  “Well, there it is, our chance,” Candace said with a chuckle.

  “Give me some room here. He’s throwing a little party at his estate tomorrow. It’s real exclusive and if you give me your address I’ll be more than happy to send a limo your way.”

  “We got our own limo,” Candace said.

  “Your own limo…?”

  “Yes, we’ve got it like that,” Claire laughed.

  “What do you know?”

  “Who do you think we are…?” Claire started.

  “Yo man, they’ll be there,” Sean said, interceding.

  The sisters and Melanie stared at Sean in wide-eyed surprise.

  “Okay, Mr. Bonelli, me and my sisters will be there,” Candace said and turned to Claire with a glare. “Will excuse us please? We got some ah, urgent matters to take care of.”

  “Sure, I’ll see you tomorrow evening,” Dominique Bonelli smiled and moved on. Melanie locked arms and walked away with him.

  The sisters pulled Sean out of the earshot of other partygoers and laid down their objections.

  “Listen, don’t you ever speak unless you’re spoken to. In case you forget, you’re here for the dick work only. Now keep your fucking trap shut!”

  “He didn’t mean anything by it. Be easy with him, Candy…”

  “Here, clean up after your baby,” Candace said. She angrily walked away.

  “Candy is mad disrespectful… She had no fucking right…”

  “First of all, I’m the only one who calls her Candy. And secondly, you fucked up, Sean. Don t you ever talk out of turn again, ever,” Claire said.

  Her lips were on his mouth and that silenced any further protesting from Sean. They walked to the upper deck and watched the stars.

  “It’s still a beautiful night,” he whispered in her ear. She sat on his lap and could feel his bulge at work.

  “Let’s take this back to our room,” Candace said, walking over to them. “We’re about to dock.”

  The three walked down the steps of the yacht and into the waiting limo. Sean sat next to Claire with Candace facing them. He was all over Claire, kissing her hands and her shoulders, biting her neck. She fought him off and giggled as he forced himself.

  “Hmm… Easy, big boy,” she groaned when he sucked her earlobe.

  He was panting like a dog in heat for her by the time they hit the hotel lobby. Pawing her and groping her all over. Claire didn’t fight. She allowed him to take her easily in his wild passion.

  “My feet hurt,” Claire whined.

  Candace handed her a look of disgust as Sean scooped Claire off her feet. He easily carried her on his muscular shoulder through the lobby and to the elevator. They were deeply kissing by the time they were inside the room. This time she let him take charge. He poured kisses all over as she lay in the bed. Then he carefully took her clothes off. When she was naked, he buried his face between her upper thighs.

  “Oh Sean,” she screamed and squirmed in delight. She raised her long legs and rested them on his shoulders. Claire sighed and guided his sheathed head into the crest of her moistness.

  “Yeah, take this dick.”

  Sean thrust himself inside her. His balls slapped angrily against her raised ass. He tossed her back and forth, spanking her ass when he threw her in the doggie position. Her butt cheeks glistened with sweat. He licked her ass and sent his tongue curling up her asshole. Claire shook her head when he rammed his dick back and forth inside her.

  “Oh, baby yess! You’re fucking me just right! Hmm yeah, keep this up and I’m a have to keep you closer… Ah, ah…”

  Candace, sitting a few feet away from the action, watched while fingering herself. She smiled when she heard her sister’s tumultuous explosion.

  “Oh yeah, oh, yeah, oh Sean…” Claire grabbed his head and moaned.

  “Ah!” Sean groaned.

  It turned him on when he saw Candace watching and massaging her exposed nipples. He watched before plunging his dick deep into her sister’s gushing pussy. He was still thrusting deeper and deeper. Candace threw her head back and spread her legs.

  “Ah…” Her fingers expertly fondled her clitoris.

  Claire clung to his powerful thighs, pulling him deeper inside her. Liquid pleasure oozed down her legs and groans spilled from her lips.

  “Sean, oh yes!”

  CHAPTER 20


  They sisters awoke the next afternoon. Sean wasn’t around. Candace wandered through the hotel room and lounged in a chair on the balcony.

  “Have you see Sean?” Claire asked.

  “No, did you give him permission to go outside?”

  “No, I didn’t. He must’ve been bored. We did sleep the whole day away.”

  “Let’s go down to the pool,” Candace suggested.

  Both girls put their bikinis and sunglasses on. They walked down to the pool and immediately spotted Sean on his cellphone. Claire waved at him. He quickly put away his cell phone and returned the wave.

  “It seems like men are always running their mouths,” Candace noted dryly.

  “He’s probably bored,” Claire said to her sister as they approached Sean.

  “He could be calling the next woman.”

  “She couldn’t treat him the way I do.”

  “It’s about the conquest. You should know.”

  “Let’s see. Hey there Sean, who’ve you been calling, baby?”

  The sisters sat down on either side of him. He laughed nervously and looked at other revelers at poolside. Claire and Candace stared at each other with their brows arched.

  “See, my sister has a thing about trusting men.”

  “I have a lack of trust for some men and you fall into…”

  “She thinks you’ve been holding out and keeping another woman—which is all right if you are. I told her she was wrong. You secretly crept out of the bed and that leaves her talking…”

  “I don’t have another girl.”

  “Hoo-fucking-ray for me,” Claire shouted, pumping her fist.

  “So who were you on the phone with?” Candace asked in a serious tone.

  “I was embarrassed to say it at first, but it was just my lil’ homey. I was telling him how beautiful it is and all… I think… I mean I love the place, so far…”

  “Say no more, Sean baby. My sister is a sore loser. Last one in the pool is a chicken nugget!” Claire yelled.

  Sean went running then dove into the water. Claire followed behind and Candace put her headphones on. She watched them for a minute, closed her eyes and chilled beneath the pressing mid-day sun. Claire and Sean frolicked in the pool for a couple of minutes. They soon returned to the comforts of the poolside chair and cocktails.