by Glenn, Roy
“Long time no see,” I said. “And that’s a real shame because you look so good.”
“You like?” Tyhedra said and struck a pose. I could tell that she’d had a few drinks.
“Yes, definitely.”
“So this is the big night, huh?”
“Yeah, this is it,” I admitted.
“Well, I know you’re gonna be great.”
“I believe you said something like that the last time you heard me.”
“I was just putting it out there. See, I knew you had it in you. All you had to do was believe and make it happen. And look, here you are about to make your dreams a reality. Like I told you, you gotta have a dream if you wanna make a dream come true.”
“You did say that, didn’t you?”
“And you see I was right.”
I saw the fellas setting up on stage. “Come on, let me introduce you to the band. After I introduced her, Tyhedra hung around the stage while we got tuned up. It wasn’t too long after that before Linda came in the club on some man’s arm and headed straight for the stage. “Glad you could make it, Linda.”
“I told you I wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world.” Linda turned to the man she was with. “Tavarus, I want you to meet my husband. Leonard, this is my coworker Tavarus.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Tavarus. Linda talks about you all the time,” Leonard said, and shook my hand.
“I can say the same thing about you. It’s good to meet you, too, Leonard. ”
“My two favorite men finally meet at last,” Linda said, but her eyes were planted squarely on Tyhedra, who by this time had angled her way next to me.
“Linda, Leonard, this is my friend Tyhedra.”
“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Tyhedra said politely, as Linda shot daggers at Tyhedra with her eyes.
Tyhedra looked at me. “It’s starting to get a little crowded, so I’m going to get another drink and find a seat down front.”
“You’re welcome to join us,” Leonard said; dissecting Tyhedra with his eyes.
“Thank you, Leonard,” Tyhedra said, and Linda’s face turned to stone. “Why don’t you find us a table and I’ll run down a waitress.
“I’ll join you two in a minute,” Linda said.
Linda watched Tyhedra and Leonard walk off. As soon as they were far enough away, she turned back to me. “Who is she? That your new girlfriend?”
“No, Linda. Tyhedra is just a friend.”
“I’m your friend, Tavarus. So just how good a friend is she?”
“Just a friend, Linda. I haven’t seen Tyhedra in months.”
“So what’s she doing here?”
“She’s the one I told you about that encouraged me to start playing again.”
“That better be all there is to it. I told you, now that you ain’t with Carmen anymore, this dick is mine, and I don’t share well.”
“I remember you saying that. And wipe that jealous look off your face before Leonard sees it.
Linda looked around the club to see where Leonard and Tyhedra were sitting, and saw Peggy coming to the stage. “And what is that bitch doing here?”
“You invited her, remember?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think she’d actually come. I heard about you and her getting drunk after they made asshole account manager.”
“And nothing happened,” I said, and was glad that I didn’t fuck her, I thought as Peggy got to the stage.
Linda turned and faced her with a brand new attitude. “Hi, Peggy,” she said, and gave her a little hug. “I see you made it.”
“Glad you could make it, Peggy,” I said.
“Like you said, I wouldn’t miss it.”
Just then, Butch tapped me on the shoulder with his drumsticks. “Tee, we need you for a minute; so if you ladies will excuse us.”
“Sure,” Peggy said and turned away.
“Good luck,” Linda said, and pushed her lips out like she was kissing me.
“Thanks,” I said to Butch.
“You looked like you needed saving,” Butch said. “You gonna learn not to invite all your women to the same set. You got to spread them out. Last thing you want is them causing a scene.”
The house began to fill up with the club regulars and people that had come to wish us well. After the MC made a few announcements,, he introduced us. “Ladies and gentleman, please welcome Hard Bop!”
The crowd gave us a polite round of applause and we got right into our set. We opened with Horace Silver’s, Song for My Father. The song featured Dexter on sax, but didn’t have trumpet solo, and I could see the disappointed looks on the faces of my little cheering section. That all changed when I stepped to the front and counted off, and we jumped into Dear Old Stockholm.
It’s a Swedish folk song. The original Swedish title, roughly translated as Oh Värmland Thou Art Beautiful. Miles Davis and John Coltrane did the best-known jazz version. I got loose on that one. Next we did the Dizzy Gillespie classic, A Night in Tunisia and closed the show with my feature of Lee Morgan’s, Totem Pole. We brought the house down and we took our bows to a standing ovation. We left the crowd hollering for more and we retreated to the dressing room. After a fair amount of patting ourselves on the back, I came back out into the club.
I approached the table where my group was sitting. Tyhedra immediately sprang to her feet and came toward me. Once again, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. “You were amazing. I didn’t realize you had come so far since the last time I heard you,” she commented, as Linda and Leonard joined us.
“That was incredible, man,” Leonard said and shook my hand. “You really tore that last song up.”
“Thank you.”
“You really were good, Tavarus,” Linda said, and continued to give Tyhedra the evil eye. “We’re gonna go now.”
“You’re not going to stay for the second set?”
“No, Leonard has a plane to catch first thing in the morning, so we’re gonna go. But congratulations. I hope you and your band do well,” Linda said, and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then she whispered in my ear. “Just friends, huh? We’ll talk about this on Monday.”
“You guys get home safe,” I said and separated myself from Linda.
“It was nice meeting you two,” Tyhedra cooed.
“It was nice meeting you, too,” Leonard said, and gave Tyhedra a hug. Linda walked off without saying another word.
Peggy stepped up. “I’m gonna go, too, Tavarus. But you guys are really good.” She gave me hug and whispered, “It made me want you even more.”
“Thanks for coming out, Peggy. I really appreciate it,” I said and separated myself from her.
“So I guess I’ll see you on Monday.”
“It was nice meeting you,” Tyhedra cooed.
“It was nice meeting you, too,” Peggy said, and Tyhedra gave her a hug.
Tyhedra looped her arm in mine and we walked back to the stage. “You’re fucking both of them, aren’t you?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You can read a lot into a woman’s body language.”
“Is that a fact? And what did their body language tell you?”
“That you’re fucking the shit outta Linda.”
“Am I really?”
“Yes, you really are. Now the white girl, she ain’t as far gone as Linda. So I guess you didn’t put it on her like you did Linda, but she’s hooked on you, too. If I wasn’t here, she had plans for you tonight.”
“Then I’m glad you were here. For more than one reason,” I added. “I’m gonna go to the dressing room and rest up for the next set.”
“Mind if I come keep you company?”
“Not at all,’ I said, and led Tyhedra to the dressing room.
When we walked in the dressing room, Gordon and Clarence were in there. Tyhedra told them how great they were and we all talked for a while. Then Gordon nudged Clarence. “We’re gonna get a drink.” They got up and heade
d for the door. “We’ll knock before we come in,” Clarence said, and closed the door behind him.
I laughed and so did Tyhedra. “I guess that means it’s safe for us to have sex in here.” Without waiting for me to say anything, she unzipped my pants and took out my hardening dick. She stroked it a few times and lowered her head to it.
I gotta say, the girl had skills.
Then she stood up and gathered her dress around her waist. “You might wanna pull those pants down.”
I quickly did what she said.
“I promise I’ll go easy on you. I know you got another set to play,” Tyhedra said, and got on top of me. She rode me slowly with her hands around my throat until somebody knocked on the door.
“Yeah!” I said.
“We’re on in five minutes, Tee.”
“I’ll be there,” I said, and Tyhedra finished me off.
Chapter Twenty-five
Tyhedra
I walked out of the dressing room and went back to my seat thinking, “What the fuck is going on with me?” I used to be a killer, and now I am little more than some insatiable ho, trying to fuck every man she meets. So, instead of cruising bars late at night for prey to kill, I’m cruising the bars looking for prey to fuck me and try to make me have the kind of orgasm that I get from killing. So far, no good. Each night, I leave more frustrated than before I started.
I’ve been in Atlanta for months now, and to my credit, I’ve only killed twice. The reason for that isn’t so much my self-control, or my feeling the need to stop because it was wrong. None of that. Mr. Kickass was the reason for my change in life. He put the fear of death in me. He made me realize that I was easy prey, too. But it was Mr. Kickass who got me on this current quest for satisfaction. As much sex as I’ve had in the last few weeks, nobody—man or woman—had me feeling the way he had. The only one who even came close was Chris, and he didn’t have me feeling the way Mr. Kickass did.
I thought about what I had just done with Tavarus. I thought about killing him, and I probably would have if somebody didn’t knock on the door. It was good that I didn’t, because when I came out of the dressing room, half of his band was standing there waiting to get back in. They would have gone in, seen Tavarus with his throat cut, and I’d be on the run now. Instead, I was on my way to hunt for prey. Not prey to fuck me and send me home frustrated again. Tonight, Tyhedra was gonna get hers.
Since I had been on hiatus for a while, I wanted to do something a little different. My preferred method of murder was asphyxiation. That was mainly because of the effect that it has on the dick. Usually, I strangle or suffocate my prey, but like I said, I have something a little different in mind. To be honest with you, I had planned on killing somebody before I left the condo tonight. I came prepared.
When I walked in the bar, I turned a few heads as I went and took a seat at the bar. I ordered a drink and while I sipped, I thought about my ho-like behavior of late. Not that I regretted any of it. In fact, I was getting more out of the act than I ever had. I just didn’t climax. But I had had some good sex and I found that I liked it, wanted to do more of it. I wondered if I was becoming a nymphomaniac, because I wanted to do it all the time and it was all that I thought of. I wondered if this was a natural progression to whatever condition I had that made me kill for all these years.
I didn’t care; I was gonna have my type of fun tonight.
I looked around the room and had spotted my prey for the night. He was a tall, good-looking man, very well dressed. I made eye contact with him, and then I got up and went out on the patio. He stopped at the bar and followed me.
“Like nights?” he asked when he approached me.
“That all depends on how you like to spend your nights.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“How do you like to spend your nights?”
“I like to spend my nights in the company of a beautiful woman.”
“Do I qualify?”
“Honey, you more than qualify. You are absolutely gorgeous.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, and finished my drink.
“How do you like to spend your nights?”
“Why don’t you go get me a drink, and I just might tell you,” I said, and started to walk away.
“What are you drinking?”
“Kamikaze.”
He hurried off to comply with my request. He returned shortly with two glasses. By then, I had taken a seat. “Here you go, gorgeous, Kamikaze.”
“Thank you.”
“So, tell me, how does a gorgeous woman like you like to spend her nights?”
I leaned close to him. “Naked and wet. Think you can help me with that?”
“I can definitely help you with that,” he said excitedly.
“Why don’t we get out of here and you can show me just how much help you can be,” I said, and stood up. Then I sat back down quickly and turned away. “What is he doing here,” I said quietly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t look, but I used to date that guy in the blue suit.”
“Used to?”
“We broke up weeks ago,” I lied, “but he’s still bothering me about getting back together.”
“Can’t say that I blame him. I would be trying to get back with you, too.”
“Look, I don’t want him to see us together. It will only cause a scene, and I’m just not in the mood for foolishness tonight.”
“I understand,” he said and stood up.
“Why don’t you wait for me outside. I promise I won’t be long.”
“Okay. I’ll be outside,” he said, and walked off. He bumped into the guy in the blue suit. A guy thing I guess, but I had never seen him in my life, so it didn’t matter. I got up and went to the bar and ordered another drink. Once I was done, I got up and went outside.
I looked around for my prey and didn’t see him anywhere. I was starting to think that I had outsmarted myself and waited too long and he left. I thought about going back inside and starting over with new prey, but then I decided to go home instead. I started walking toward my car, when I heard a car door open. “It’s about time,” he said. “I was starting to think that you couldn’t get away from him. Or that you had changed your mind.”
“Believe me, there was no chance of that happening. I’m glad you waited. I was looking forward to this.”
“So what now?”
“You lead and I’ll follow,” I said, and walked to my car.
He led me to his place, and things started happening quickly when we got there. He immediately stripped me out of my dress and began sucking my nipples. I could feel myself getting caught up in wave of pleasure. I began tugging at his shirt and he stopped, gently holding my head between his hands. Our eyes met. I hoped he would start kicking my ass. Instead, he dropped to his knees and kissed my bellybutton, but kept his eyes locked in mine. My nipples had hardened the moment he took them into his mouth. I felt the moisture between my thighs and began to feel like this might turn out to be something. Something without murder, but we’ll see how that goes. I’ve been here before.
I helped him get undressed. He stood before me in nothing but his briefs. He started to come out of them and I stepped back. “Let me do this my way.”
Very slowly and seductively, I dropped to my knees and peeled down his briefs slowly. My eyes locked on what he had to offer and a smile curled across my face. I took his length in my hands and stroked it. “You like?”
“It’s everything I hoped it’d be,” I moaned.
After I suck the shit outta this dick, you make sure you fuck me like you mean it, I thought as I eased him onto the sofa and began kissing and sucking the head of his dick. I stroked it with both hands and slid my tongue along the side. I rubbed it against my face while I stroked it. I kept licking the sides and looking up at him. I took one hand off of his dick and slid it between my legs. I eased it inside and fingered myself slowly while I sucked and stroked his dick.
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��I wanna suck your dick so bad,” I said softly, and took the head in my mouth. Just the head, while I continued to stroke it and finger myself. Each time I sucked the head, I took it completely out of my mouth and stroked it, before returning it to my mouth. I got a firm grip on it and took him in as deep as I could. He arched his back and started to fuck my mouth. I fingered myself harder.
I took my fingers out of me and fondled his balls while I stroked his head. I took almost his entire length in my mouth, shook my head and almost gagged on it. I took it out, stroked it while I caught my breath, and went down on it again. Again and again I repeated the same move—deep throat then stroke. Then I just began to suck hard on it. In and out quickly, stoking him and myself the whole time.
When I felt like I was ready to feel him, I got up and straddled him, grabbed his hips and slowly slid down on him with ease. I moved up and down with precision. Our bodies rocked in sync. “I love this ass,” he whispered. I bounced up and down while he sucked and squeezed my nipples.
“Oh God, that pussy is driving me insane!” he yelled and rusted his hips, matching my rhythm stroke for stroke. Now this was usually the point where I would kill him, scream like a maniac, and go home. But like I said, I was enjoying sex more these days, so I slowed down and got off him.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
He jumped up and grabbed me by the hand. He fast-walked me to the bedroom. I laid on my back and spread my legs wide. “Come on, don’t keep me waiting,” I demanded. With an invitation like that, he quickly laid down on the bed next to me. Once again, I began kissing his dick passionately and stroking it; his hands were all over my body. He closed his eyes as the sensation of my hands on his dick gave way the sensation of my lips against his chest, and then to his throbbing dick.
Then he abruptly rolled me on my back and kissed my naval, and kept kissing me until he was between my thighs. His lips and tongue became engaged with my lips and clit, slowly tonguing my lips and sucking lightly on my clit. “That’s it, baby. Take your time,” I said and closed my eyes. My excitement grew as he used the flat of his tongue and then the tip of it, to make me feel different sensations.
