Lipstick Diaries

by Anthony Whyte

  “Sekshul!” That’s how he said the name he gave her an hour ago. “Sekshul! What’s up baby? Whutchu doin in there? Put that thang on an’ come on out.”

  “Hold on a minute! I’ll be right out!”

  Sexual pretended a few dance stretches then swept her arms overhead in a grand final pose. She opened the bathroom door and came out barefooted.

  “See? Whut I say! She built like she stepped from yo dreams an’ shit! An’ all her beauty is natchul an’ shit!”

  Sweet leaned over and nudged his partner.

  Propped against the queen size headboard was Sweet 306 and his partner lounged on the flocked red bedspread. Sweet’s partner had on a white Stetson with a broad brim broken to hide his eyes. A strong copper brown nose sat proudly over a perfect thick black mustache that turned into two expertly clipped lines leading down to a thick black goatee. Both of his full lips were turned down. A strip of red showed inside the bottom one.

  He wore a black silk shirt, black leather pants and a black leather vest. All around the vest, the collar of the shirt and down the sides of the pants were stitched in white. A diamond nearly the size of a dime sparkled from one ear. Around his neck from a platinum chain; “Joker” hung in diamond script, including the quotations. He didn’t wear any other jewelry. Thin black silk socks covered his long feet. He held a smoldering joint in one hand and the other a full glass of amber liquid. A large cobalt ashtray marked the space between him and Sweet.

  “It’s about damn time! Shit!” Sweet blasted baritone bellowed. Then softening his voice he added. “Whutchu was doin’ in there so long? I ain’t used to waitin’, baby.” Sweet’s short thick legs stretched at full length and stopped halfway the bed. Audruana saw he’d changed out of his eggplant silk suit.

  He wore a purple silk lounging robe that slid from his fat, round shoulders whenever he moved the slightest, revealing his creased nudity. His Buddha belly rested comfortably atop his soft banana thighs. Covered in tangled black hair his breasts hung like teats. The heavy gold chain of a gold and diamond medallion molded like the map of Africa was caught in his cleavage.

  Most of his sausage fingers were rigid with large diamond rings. Sweet’s flashy gold and diamond watch sucked one wrist. A wide gold bracelet studded with diamonds circled the other. His stubby toes looked like they could be popped off his round feet like big pale grapes. His long toenails were shiny with clear polish.

  Latin in his background gave his head a crop of curly black hair, but Father Time and his mama’s genes had already started to take it off on the top.

  Sweet’s cheeks, his jaw line and chin were fat from overindulgence. He loved to eat. His body showed the thick broiled steaks rimmed with a fine inch of fat, cornmeal-fried porgies, his favorite double-cut apple-stuffed pork chops, stewed potatoes homemade cake, red rice and beans.

  “Go ‘head Sekshul, turn to sump’n on the radio an’ groove me, sugar. Whutchu say to me when I metchu tonight? Huh! You said you like mekin’ money, right? Huh, baby? Didn’chu say that?”

  He reached into the ashtray and picked up an etched glass vial topped with a silver cap. Sweet twisted it off then lifted a tiny silver spoon from the ashtray and dipped it in the full container. Two hits traveled through each nostril. He dug the spoon in one more time and sprinkled powder on his tongue. It ran quickly across his gums. Powerfully, he sniffed a few times then sneezed with might.

  Sweet cleared his throat.

  “If you serious ‘bout getting’ paid, I can schedule you right away. Whutchu think baby? All you got to do is dance and pocket three, fo’ hunnit a night! Easy! An’ I’m a still get mine. Yeah!”

  Sweet’s plump finger glittered as he pinched his nostrils together and massaged them. He let go and chuckled.

  “An’ that’s the dough you gon’ clock from the jump, jus’ cause you would be the new girl. You gon’ double it. I’m a say in a munt once muhfuckas know a boss broad like you is rumpshakin’. Knowhumsayin’ baybay? You ready to get paid? Ready to rake the money you make, not fake the money you make? Huh, honey? Knowhumsayin’? Yeah!”

  Sexual ran the dial up and down the radio, not pausing at any frequency long enough to hear the rhythm of a song. Numbers changed rapidly on the display. She was thinking. She wanted the deep green Sweet was promising in her pocket. She just had to gloss through this audition well enough to get over. She could change the rules once she got hip to how the game ran.

  “Come on! Stop bullshittin! Wastin’ my muthafuckin’ time! Pick sump’n an’ dance!”

  Sweet had that hard voice again. Sexual let the radio stay on 'BLS, an oldie, Stevie Wonder’s, Higher Ground had just gotten started.

  Standing motionless, she began a sway that soon became creative, interpretive movements. The only space to perform was a rectangular piece of red carpet between the foot of the bed and the dresser. She didn’t put her eyes on the men. She acted out the phrases of the song with a dancer’s see something far-away gaze. Sexual kicked her leg high, let it find the floor in a lunge, her arms fluttered like wind banners. She rose slowly to her toes turned some spins and dropped to a crouch, following her nose around in circles.

  Because she wasn’t watching him Audruana didn’t see Joker slide off the bed. As she was about to leap he caught her by her shoulder and walked her backwards until her back was flush against the wall beside the dresser. His grip stayed tight until she understood that he wanted her to be still.

  Breathing audibly, Audruana looked from Joker to Sweet then back again. What was wrong? She was scared to ask.

  “You said you could dance, Sek-shul! What the fuck was that shit? I know ain’t nobody paid yo’ ass to do no bullshit like that. Jerkin’ aroun’ like you havin’ a muthafuckin’ fit an’ shit! You gotta be kiddin’.”

  Sweet sniffed more cocaine up his nose.

  Joker took his hands off Sexual and got back into his spot on the bed. James Brown stated belting Sex Machine.

  “Ah yeah! Aw shit! They gon’ back in the day! I ain’t heard this shit in a while! Turn that shit up! Now dance baby! Aw shucks, James is my muthafucka!”

  Stay on the scene…like a sex machine…

  “This my shit!”

  Sweet had the bed bouncing and the springs complaining. Silent Joker rode the moving bed unconcerned, doing blow.

  “Come on, baby! Move yo’ big pretty ass! Groove to the music, Sekshul! Whip them big hips. Bounce them titties!”

  Sweet took a big swig from his Hennessy.

  “Aw yeah, I feel like partying now! Come on, baby, dance fo’ Sweet an’ make me want to take sump’n you got. Make me hard. You want this job? Dance for cash, Sekshul, shake that ass!”

  Audruana moved off the wall yanking off her top, popping the strings. Her beautiful large breasts bounced, free swaying on their own. She stepped quickly to the bed snatched Sweet’s glass and threw the amber down her throat. She drank it so greedily and quickly a small amount trickled over her chin, down her throat between her tits to leave its last dribble in the well of her navel.

  She took the spliff in Joker’s hand, put it between her lips and steamed it, pulling heavy drags of smoke into her lungs. All the while she was twisting, letting James’ funk put a grind in her hips that got deeper with every revolution.

  Sexual wanted to work for Sweet 306. She just had to get her head bad to do what she had to do. She shimmied over to the dresser and strangled the liquor bottle by its neck, threw away the top and gulped. The healthy stream of cognac, burning her throat.

  She rolled her hips back to the bed, jumped on it on her knees, her globes jiggling luscious and ripe. She stole the fat joint from the ashtray and hit it hard again. She leaned into Joker and accepted the blow he fed up her nose. James’ squeals spun through the room. The weed, liquor and cocaine rode the music and collided inside her head. Audruana ’s head was torn up. She was ready to be anything that Sweet wanted.

  She pushed off the bed and stood sideways to the men. She put her palms on her
wide bent knees and began thrusting her pelvis back and forth in time to the music, humping hard, head hanging down like she couldn’t help her nasty self.

  She acted like there were strong masculine hands holding her waist, keeping her from escaping the savage pumping he was delivering from behind. Audruana bucked like her transparent slayer had his knees bent too, getting up under it to get it good. Stroking in the most selfish get-all-this-poom-poom way.

  She slid her palms down the front of her legs to shimmy her big behind, shivering and taunting, craving more. He-whowasn’t-there straightened his muscular legs and slid in his see through steel again. His bang was strong. Sexual bent her knees not to fall. Her quivering pretended that the-porn-star-ghost was steady grinding, socking inside too good to pull out.

  Sexual swung her ass around and faced the men. Her succulent breasts were heaving, long legs spread and arms hanging limply from her sides. She kept her head down. She was breathless, sucking air in gasps as if a nasty lover had sneaked between her legs at that very moment to thoroughly use his lips as a favor to her burning desire.

  Her hands touched her own flat belly wonderingly again, like she was being mauled by some man’s hands, fingers splayed, groping, delighted, discovering the lushness of her large breasts.

  She let her head loll as her fingers roamed, greedily kneading their heavy softness. She jiggled them and bounced them on her palms and pressed them together hard, like a wish for something thick slipping between her canyon.

  She aroused her jutting nipples even further, pinching and rolling them hard to the point of pain that was good. Pulsing needles of lust turned into glistening patches of nectar wetting the inside of her thighs.

  She took her self-pleasuring down to the floor till on her hands and knees, Sexual glanced over her shoulder at the two rabid men in the room.

  “Goodman! Look how wet you is, girl! Ye-e-e-ah baybay, thas whut I talkin’ bout. Go head bay-bay! Get off! Whus up? Can you take more than one at a time? You’s double-dip freak! Sho you right, bay-bay. Ssss-aahhh, I wasn’ gon’ take none but you got me changin’ my muhfuckin mind.”

  Sweet looked over at Joker and widened his mouth. Joker left the bed again to open a dresser drawer for an unopened block of Kraft’s extra sharp cheddar cheese. He opened the closet and reached to take a waxed-paper stack of saltine crackers from the shelf overhead. He came back and laid both in Sweet’s lap.

  Joker pulled a gold switchblade from his pocket. He flicked it erect and offered the handle to Sweet who slit the wrapper on the cheese right away. He tore open the pack of crackers with his teeth. Joker poured them both more Hennessy then got back on the bed. He shook his head refusing when Sweet extended some of his three a.m. snack. All the while he kept his gaze on the gyrations of Sexual on the floor.

  “Hand that broad some reefer. Give her likka, too.” Sweet said to Joker.

  Audruana inhaled and swallowed. Lying on her back, her sculpted legs hovered spread-eagle. With the V of her crotch exposed showing a little pink patch. She reached between her legs and nastily spanked her secret, lifting her head to watch herself do it. Hungry moans came with every sharp slap, like she was trying to beat down the flames from burning so hot.

  “Oh, oh! Whuuut? It’s like that? Joker! Go git me some a that crazy broad! She need whippin’ by someone qualified. An’ I’m the long stroking balla to do it! Three-oh-six, bay-bay! Sweet trey muhfuckin oh to da six! Sekshul…you’s jus’ lak I lak’m, curved-out!”

  Sweet, cheeks crammed with crackers and cheese sprayed crumbs as he spoke. He swallowed a gulp of liquor, parting his flabby thighs made a V of his own on the bed. He shoved cheese in his mouth, chewed and his hand fumbled at his crotch.

  “Joker, you’s my man! I’m ready to git some, dog. Go git her like we mean it, boss! Put her back through the flo’!”

  He looked down at his tugging fist.

  “Oh girl, I’m a ride the tas’e out yo’ mouth tonight! I’m a git so deep in it, my big boy gon’ be deep down yo’ th’oat! Make you give me head in reverse an’ shit!” Joker guffawed at the humor.

  His cock’s man sat on the side of the bed and removed his socks without saying anything. Reaching behind his neck, Joker opened the clasp and released the diamond name. He flung the heavy platinum on the bedspread and undressed slowly. Four eyes gazed steadfastly on him.

  Of course his tall, thickly chiseled almond-brown body was god-like. His only body hair was the black curly mass nesting his ram. Audruana saw proof certain that he had an incredibly big, hefty joint. The biggest she’d ever seen and definitely the prettiest. It was already standing proud like a monument. The big round head on a heavy straight shaft, picture perfect. Extra long and thick enough to hurt a woman for real, yes please. She wanted some and then more.

  The last thing Joker removed was his hat. He was bald. Taunting cocoa eyes under hawking black brows caught her, took her breath away. Sexual was glad she was still lying on the floor, no worry about falling. It was alright if men came finer than Joker. She’d keep this one without a glance at the rest, thank you. Sexual panted while waiting to give it all.

  She quickly popped the sides of the tiny thong. Lifting her round derriere to free the straps, Sexual flung it away. Her eyes told Joker to come to the cat. She was hungry for his joystick.

  Joker got on his knees his muscles were tensed as he positioned himself to mount her. He bent Audruana’s knees so that her thighs were smashing her ample tits and got between them. His palms rested on the floor beside her shoulders. Audruana’s hands ran along the bulges cording rock, hard forearms and biceps.

  She wiggled, anxious for his giant then he started loading. He was so hard it touched her hotness like cool marble. His rod buried deep into her moistness. Joker was the first to tap corners in a juicy box that every other thought was round.

  “Oh…ah…oh, huh…” she squealed, gladly accepting new sensations that felt like the beginning of the world. She felt the pleasure in the deflowering effects of his pushing. Joker was an amazing partner. She’d never received rhythm like this. She opened wider. Her fantasy displayed in the dance was being made real. Joker rode Sexual like she was paying him per stroke.

  “Uh-huh! Git it…git it…uh! Uh!” Sweet grunted in the background.

  His voice echoed Joker’s every filling thrusts.

  “Man, I’m ballin’! Got-damn! I’m in it soo deep…! Sek-shual, talk about it, girl! Talk about my sweet Mandingo pipe! Tell Sweet how you ain’t never been done like this! Bus’ it man!”

  Excitedly, Sweet squeezed the small tube he held and rubbed some cream between three fingers. He put that hand between his spread thighs and rubbed the Sta-Hard on his flaccid member. His chest quickened its rise.

  “Huh uh, that’s it. Use that big ass.” He screamed lecherous encouragements, daring the participants into lewder acts. Sweet 306 needed the scenario to get nastier. He wanted to stir the reluctance of his slow rise.

  “Ho-o-o, ye-e-ea-ah-h, take it like that! Like that…like that…My big sugar stick hidin’ way up in that candy! Ye-e-e-ah…s-s-s. You ridin like a machine, Joker! Choke it. Stroke it… Sekshul! Sweet 306 got you open to the bone! Ha, ha, ya lak it? Ya, lak it. Stretching yo’ mommy all up in yo back…S-s-s…”

  Sweet’s head fell back and his eyes closed, his right hand rapidly working. Sweat cropped his thick brow. His eyes bulged when he realized something was happening.

  Joker and Audruana didn’t hear Sweet. They blasted off to someplace neither had been. Then wham, touchdown, they experienced the best sex yet. This was absolute bliss. The fit was spiritually right, the need greedy. Their sex-x-x-ed was like commitment to religion. They were getting it on in skin-slapping joy.

  “Oh yes, oh yes!” Audruana chorused in fervor, enjoying Joker’s healing shaft.

  Except for the ripe slapping sounds of their urgent lust and unintelligible groaning that escaped clenched lips, Sexual didn’t voice her practiced erotic dialogue to hurry him along.

/>   Their union was stroke-perfect and nothing could stop them. They were hellcats dedicated to lust. Joker ground her down to his root. Sexual was split opened to her spine. Her next man would just be a stick, his next woman a bore.

  “C’mon twist her like a pretzel…” Sweet commanded they got acrobatic.

  Joker put Sexual on her feet then bent her over with her palms on the wall. He quickly plugged Sexual rapidly with short strokes.

  “Change!” Sweet yelled.

  Joker pressed her front flat on the wall, mashing the side of her face. Biting her neck, he was flush against her back with his arms stretched out palms on the wall. He rotated his hardness slowly against her juicy rear. He pulled back, dipped his knees and locked his rock inside her again, pushing forward, forward, not pulling back at all, his bigness completely disappeared.

  The way his thigh muscle rippled with each thrust, Sweet knew Joker was breaking new ground. He saw how his perfect ass clenched and flexed. From the waist down she was throbbing and liquid from her shattering release flowed. Her knees buckled but she didn’t fall, Joker held her up on his enormous stabber.

  Audruana was like a rag-doll. She wanted him to keep banging her long and strong. Let him split her every day, every which way. She wanted to praise him, wear skirts and no panties forever if she could be with him.

  In the street at a crowded bus stop she’d plead for him, unzipped his pants and backed up on his jumbo, greedily swallowing it inside her. He’d get her right into it, held her down by her waist, slammed her hard and fast. She knew he’d do it.

  In a long checkout line in a supermarket, she’d drop to her knees and beg to taste him right then. She knew he’d take out that pretty thick snake so her head could bob until he had to have some. She knew he’d push her on her back and bang her on the floor. She knew he’d do it.