by Pynk
Jarod gave it another second but eventually moved his feet, following close behind.
Ramada’s man’s eyes remained wide. His fists were tight. But the lines seemed to fall from his forehead the deeper his shaft traveled down her talented throat.
Lavender shook his head and forced himself not to look back.
“Lavender, I need to see you upstairs. Now.” Milan’s voice rang in his ear, firm and anxious.
“I’m headed that way,” he said. He commented to Jarod as they took the flight of stairs. “She always did have a thing for the ladies. He’d better get used to that shit.”
“Girl’s got mad skills,” Jarod commented, looking as serious as a heart attack.
Lavender checked to make sure his microphone was off. “She always did.”
“Damn, talk about SuperHead,” Jarod replied as he walked back toward the second floor bar area. “Uh, uh, uh.”
Lavender headed up another flight to Milan’s office . . . the office of the woman who was the love of his life. The woman he knew was now pissed the hell off.
2
“Juicy Fruit”
Sunday, March 30, 2008
1:15 a.m.
Milan greeted Lavender with quick words as he stepped inside her office and closed the door. She stood before him. Her high, curved cheekbones showed a slight flush and her slanted, dark brown eyes were intense. “Is that who I think it is?” Her breath paused.
“Yes.” Lavender gave her a peck on the lips before making the red leather guest chair his seat.
She exhaled and crossed her arms, leaning against the desk, exposing her model-thin, bare legs. She had on a pink top and a short skirt with black Mary Jane pumps. “What the hell is that about?”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I have no idea.”
“And what was up with that man?”
“That’s her boyfriend.”
She chuckled. “Boyfriend? Since when does crazy-ass Ramada have a man?”
“Like I said, I have no idea and I could care less.” Lavender looked at his radio and lowered the volume.
Milan stepped closer to him. “Lavender, I want them out of here.” She was firm.
He looked up. “Why?”
Milan pointed her pink index fingernail his way. “You know she brought her tired ass up in here to fuck with you. The girl is one slice short of a full damn loaf.” Tightness formed around her mouth. “I’m not having that type of game playing in my place of business.” She stepped back, turning away.
Lavender rose to his feet and spoke from behind her. “Milan, considering that I came here with her last year and ended up leaving with you, you have nothing to worry about. Besides, your motto has never been to fight fire with fire.”
She turned back toward him. “Then why now has she decided to come in here and flaunt herself at the very place where you and I met? This is our place of business. Have you even told her that you own a part of Erotic City as well?”
“Not yet.”
“See, Lavender. I see the game. I don’t have time for this shit.”
“Then don’t make time for it.” He smiled but kept track of her right hand, knowing she wasn’t the type to slap, but also knowing women.
Milan’s face was blank. “I’ve been patient with all of Ramada’s crap. But I’ll tell you now, I will not put up with her if she’s gonna pop up out of the blue and come up here playing her silly ass games. No telling what she’s got up her sleeve. I’m serious. I don’t trust her.”
“Baby, I know you’ve been cool about Ramada. And, yes she’s been trying to make my life a living hell. And I know you’ve stuck by me over the past year. But I’m telling you there’s nothing to worry about. Now, I’m gonna go back out there. All you need to do is keep your head up.”
He noticed her eyes were red. He tipped her chin his way, demanding a full-on stare. She gave him only half a glance. He placed his hands on her upper arms and pulled her close. She rested her head on his chest.
He took a peek beyond the one-way mirror and accidentally caught an eyeful of Ramada bending over to allow for her man’s entry. Lavender blinked twice and kissed his own woman on the cheek. He loved every inch of her china-doll face. To him it was perfection. Her porcelain, pale skin was oval and flawless. Her long, coal black hair was pulled back and twisted into a tight bun. She wore large silver hoop earrings that hung from her dainty ears, and a silver cuff that shone along her upper arm. She looked just like her mother. Her bushy eyelashes framed her Asian eyes that he knew so well. Stubborn eyes that still offered a look of dissatisfaction, as if yearning for more than he’d communicated. He knew a question was brewing.
“You’re not gonna ask them to leave?”
“No, I’m not and you’re not either. And I really don’t think they’re worried about us.” With a focused look he said, “I love you.”
She glanced at the white gold crucifix that hung from his wide neck. Avoiding his eyes, she then focused on his beautiful upper arm. His black shirtsleeve ended at the very top of the LL initials etched on his bicep. And just below that was a boxing glove tattoo.
Lavender placed his hand on her slender upper thigh. The feeling of her smooth skin made him smile. He raised her knit skirt, finding that as usual, she was pantiless. He spoke as he used his fingers to trace a path to her vagina. He slipped his middle finger to her clit, gently flicking it. It was stiff and moist.
“Lavender.” She said his name as if unsure.
He pressed his fingertips toward the opening of her pussy and inserted his middle finger, probing her familiar walls. Her moistness made his dick pulsate into full grown. He pushed his long finger as deep as it would go, swirling inside of her tightness. She gave a soft moan. Her eyes half closed. He exited the sweet vagina he’d claimed as his and his alone, bringing his finger to his mouth. He sucked her shiny glazed wetness from his skin.
Milan grabbed his finger and took it into her own mouth. She licked the sides and sucked the tip and gradually pulled his finger out and rubbed his own finger along his neck.
“There. A little pussy perfume.” She lowered his hand to his own crotch. “You and junior calm down now. And I love you, too.” She flashed a glimmer of content.
He reached inside his pants to adjust himself. “Damn, girl. You know you don’t have a thing to worry about.”
“Well, thank God for that. Anyway, there’s more where that came from. But for now, it’s business before pleasure.” Her face had indeed softened.
“I’m on it. Besides, we’ve got Big Mack and his boys upstairs in VIP.”
Milan pulled down her skirt and shook her hips back into the perfect fit. “Baby, you know tonight is couples and single females only. I don’t like to break the rules.”
“He came in as part of a couple, like most men do anyway, come with a woman just to get in. Nothing we can do about that.”
“Yeah, well, he needs to be in here with his wife.” She shook her head.
“I’ve got this. I’ll check on you later. I’m out.” He blew a kiss and she caught it in her hand.
She glanced at the wall clock. “Hey.”
He turned as he held on to the doorknob. “Yeah.”
“Happy one-year anniversary.”
“Happy one-year to you, too.” He gave her a mischievous look before closing her door.
Milan sat at her desk and logged on to her flamingo pink laptop, preparing to get some work done. However, her eyes insisted on a glimpse of the silver room again. She stood. Ramada’s man was still fucking her royally from behind, and this time it was his face that was situated between the thick thighs of the Hispanic woman. He sucked her wide-open red-velvet pussy as the woman stood over his face.
Milan tried to look away, but curiosity took her by the hand and insisted. She imagined Lavender, long and strong, screwing Ramada in the same vulnerable position. Ramada was handling the dick well, and her ripe 38DD breasts flopped around. Lavender always was a breast man, always che
cking out the biggest tits in the place, no matter where they’d go.
Just as Ramada began to bust a jerking, sputtering nut, a woman stuck her long tongue inside of Ramada’s wide-open mouth. Ramada’s man, now obviously willing to play the game, backed away from the oral vagina, closed his eyes, and continued grinding. And another man was sitting back with his white, veiny dick in hand, stroking himself within an inch of Ramada’s round ass. His liquid expelled onto his cupped hand and melted. He simply stared at the other fuck buddies as though he must have died and gone to swinger heaven.
Milan looked away and spoke aloud. “Her psycho ass will be on the no-entry list from now on.” She sat down in her chair and resumed looking over her computer files. “That kinda mess doesn’t work on Milan Kennedy. She’s gotta come up with some better shit than that,” she told herself.
About thirty minutes later, just as Milan again checked out the view, she caught a glimpse of the upstairs VIP. room. She saw a group of people moving about in the midst of an obvious commotion.
Lavender’s voice belted from her two-way. “Milan.”
Milan snatched it from her desk. “What’s wrong, Lavender?”
“We’ve got a problem. We have someone in VIP. claiming that after saying no, she was forced to suck Big Mack’s dick at knifepoint. She’s called the police. It’s Ramada.”
“What?”
“It’s Ramada.” He said it again with an extended exhale.
She paused. “I’ll be right down.” She disconnected the radio and ran to the door. “Damn, that fuckin baby-mama bitch.”
3
“She’s Always in My Hair”
Sunday, March 30, 2008
8:07 a.m.
As was the morning ritual, because Milan always burned the midnight oil, the rich aroma of a hazelnut breakfast blend permeated her home, reminiscent of the local Starbucks coffeehouse. The pot was now half full.
Milan Lee Kennedy, tall and slender, butterscotch and sophisticated, stood in the spacious, lavish living room of her blond-stone estate in Alpharetta. Most of her furnishings were cream colors with bold-colored accents like hot pink, purple, or red. That’s how she liked it. Colorful and bold.
Most of the fabrics were woven jacquard and the window treatments were formal. Her style was contemporary classy.
She used her gold letter opener to loosen the seal of the envelope from the music publishing company. It was the first of what was to be quarterly checks from her deceased famous dad’s music royalties.
The dollar amount would have made some eyes pop in amazement, though Milan had expected the five figures. Over the next three quarters, those checks would add up to almost eighty thousand dollars. Her other two-acre home in the Palmetto Bay area of South Miami her well-known father had left her in his estate. It was a gray-stone, five-bedroom English manor, with a black-bottom pool, located in a cul-de-sac. He had also left her a large amount of money, which she had already invested and saved. And she had enough income from the success of her house of fucking, Erotic City, to take care of her other financial needs.
Fame and wealth had greeted Milan and her younger sister, Tamiko Rae Kennedy, since the day they were born. They were heiresses. Their father, Charlie “Scat-man” Kennedy, a legendary singer and pianist, had always been on the road, but he had never failed to take care of home, financially that is.
Wearing a red silk robe, Milan sat upon her orange pillow–top sectional and leaned back, extending her long legs along the cushions. She glanced at the glass cabinet that contained her dad’s six Grammy Awards. She remembered and smiled. That side of her dad was remarkable.
She pressed the button on her BlackBerry Pearl. Her ring tone was Sisqó’s “Thong Song.” “Hello.” Milan was in first gear.
“Hey, sis. What’s happening with you?” Tamiko, who was younger by two years, had an energy level that was fifth-gear hyper.
“Not much. Just going through some mail.”
“I got my royalty check. Did you get yours yet?”
“I did.” Milan cautiously sipped her caffeinated black brew from a pink Diva mug and glanced out at the lush backyard past the beveled glass of the double French doors.
“It’s funny how this money’s nothing more than a reminder of Daddy’s death.”
“I know what you mean.”
The sound of clanging dishes sounded in the background. “Have you decided what to do about the Miami house yet?”
Milan replied, “No. I’ll just leave it as is for now. What about you, living all alone in Peachtree City? Daddy barely even started furnishing that house after Nancy left and took nearly everything. That’s a big place.”
“It is. I’m slowly getting things set up. His energy is all around. I even found a box with his old vinyl records. He hadn’t even unpacked them.”
“Good. We can pass them down when we start our families.”
“True. So how are things with you?”
Milan held the mug with both hands and curled her legs beneath her. “Tamiko, I know you heard about what happened last night.”
“What?”
“The police were called out to the club at like one-thirty in the morning. Lavender’s ex came in there starting some mess.”
“Not his crazy baby’s mama again?”
“I could add some choice words to go along with the word crazy.”
“It just doesn’t make sense that she would even come in there considering that’s where you met Lavender.”
“Yeah, but she had the nerve to show up last night trying to get under his skin, screwing everybody all up in his face. And when that didn’t work, she snuck into VIP and went down on Big Mack, and then had the nerve to claim she was forced.”
Tamiko’s sigh could be heard. “Big Mack, the rapper?”
“Yeah.”
“First of all, what was he doing in there?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just saying. It seems somebody like Big Mack could get all the erotic pleasure he needs.”
“You mean sex, Tamiko?”
“Yes. You know what I mean.”
“I’m sure he can. But we get a lot of famous people in there. We’ve got this strict policy that whatever happens in the club, stays in the club. We call it the Vegas rule. Also known as the Swing 101, never kiss and tell rule. Most of our members know that.”
“I guess that didn’t happen this time.”
“Not after Ramada took it upon herself to call the police when she went out to her car.”
“Oh, what a drama queen.”
“She claims he was drunk and pulled a damn switchblade after he was deep down her throat and then she says she backed off, changing her mind. She said he told her he’d slit her throat if she didn’t finish the job.”
“What? Don’t you guys have cameras in there?”
“Not in the rooms like that. I mean it would be legal, but our patrons are so worried about privacy, we couldn’t violate that. I try to keep an eye on things from my office, but our bouncer checked them before they even came in the club and he found nothing.”
“Oh Lord. So what now?”
“It’s pretty much her word against his. You know the old girl has a history of making things up.” Milan took another slow sip.
“Yeah, I know that’s right. Where is Lavender, anyway?”
“He’s sleeping. We got home at like six this morning and he fell out. But hell, sleeping is the last thing on my mind.”
“Wow, Milan. I’m really sorry. But I’m sure everything will be okay.”
“One thing I know is it’s sure to be all over the news today. I refuse to even turn on the TV.”
“I hope it isn’t. And you guys need to try and keep your heads up. You’ll be fine.”
“Let’s hope so.” Milan rubbed the back of her neck and asked, “Have you heard from Nancy? I still need to talk to Attorney Wyatt about what she might do to try and get her hands on Dad’s money.”
“She hasn�
�t called lately. Last time she called my number it was to deny Dad’s claims that she was screwing her trainer.”
“Man, thank God their divorce was final one month before he passed away. He worked way too hard for his money. She lost her rights to his estate when she accepted the divorce settlement. I know she seems to run to you when she has something to say. But I’m sorry, I just can’t accept the fact that now that he’s gone, she decides to get her hands on even more than he gave her. It’s never gonna happen.” Milan placed her coffee cup on the glass side table.
“You know I agree. I’m on your side. Maybe because I was in the house with her a little longer than you, she and I bonded a little more. But she knows where I stand.”
“She should have thought about that when she was lucky enough to steal him away from Mom. She played his chick on the side for too long before he married her. And have Daddy tell it, it seems like she snuck around on him most of those years. Call me what you want, but I can’t stand her ass.”
“You know I don’t blame you. Anyway, what’re you doing the rest of the day?”
“I’m headed out to late service before I lose my damn mind.”
“Okay, but make sure you get some sleep when you get back since you’ve gotta go back to work again tonight.”
“At least we’ll have a few days off until Thursday. Thank God we’re only open four nights a week. What’re you guys doing today?”
“Jarod and I might catch an early movie before he goes to the club.”
“Tell him I’ll see him later.” Milan adjusted her legs and sat up straight.
“I will. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. And I hope Lavender’s okay. I can imagine he’s feeling pretty bad.”
