“Good boy,” she said, then put the whiskey and glass back on the nightstand. She stared at Swag and admired how he looked with sweat raining on his body. Her freaky thoughts made her laugh.
“What’s so funny, ma?” Swag raised a brow.
“Nothing. I just came to remind you that dinner will be served shortly. I need you to get cleaned up because I will not have an unkempt caveman at my table.”
Swag sucked on his lip. “No problem. I’ll take a quick shower. I had intended to, but I fell asleep.”
He began to get out of bed, but King shouted, “Sit!”
Swag followed her command and remained on the bed. She sauntered over to the door and opened it.
“Come in, ladies.”
King was full of surprises. Entering the room were some of the most beautiful Japanese women he’d ever seen in his life. All three women stood in the middle of the room with matching lavender satin robes on. To Swag, these Asian beauties were so gorgeous that they didn’t look real at all. King looked at her girls and snapped her fingers.
The women disrobed and let them fall to the ground. Their bodies were sickening, and for Japanese chicks, they were slim with thick curves, thick thighs, nice asses, flat stomachs, and tits for days. Swag had drool coming out of his mouth.
King could tell Swag was pleased, primarily through the lining of his pants. But to her, this wasn’t that type of party. To King, Desiree and these three were just appetizers for greater things to come. She would be the main course, and those other girls had nothing on her platinum punany.
“Solomon, close your mouth before flies make a home in it.”
Swag closed his mouth but licked his lips.
King stood front and center to let everyone know she was still captain of this ship. She walked back and forth, looking at her girls. Even though the ladies were naked, they were obedient and stood like soldiers in an army.
“Solomon, these are my girls.” She pointed at the first one. “That’s Mina.”
Mina had a beautiful smile. She bowed down.
King pointed to the one in the middle. “She’s called Blacknese.”
Blacknese smiled and nodded.
Swag smiled, looking her up and down. Damn, baby girl is thick.
King pointed to the last one, “And that is Ms. Mami.” Ms. Mami was a little older than the other girls. She looked about in her mid or late 40s but was still attractive. She didn’t smile at Swag.
“My girls are going to take care of you from head to toe.” She looked back at her girls. “Ladies, take care of my special houseguest. He’s all yours.”
King moved closer to Swag. “Have fun, and see you at dinner.” She left the room and closed the door behind her.
Swag was officially alone with the sexy Asian women. Mina and Blacknese pulled him off the bed. They started to speak in their own language as they took off the remainder of his clothes. Mina took off his socks. To her, his feet stank but were still pretty looking. Blacknese had the honor of pulling off his pants, along with his underwear. She admired his Adonis muscular body and his semierect penis. Then she glanced at his nice ass and smacked it. Swag enjoyed every bit of the attention. He couldn’t wait to see what was next, and as they led him to the bathroom, they began to rub his back and giggled as they played with his ass cheeks.
The Jacuzzi tub was filled with warm water and bubbles. Blacknese was washing Swag’s back, arms, chest, and stomach. She even shampooed and deep conditioned his hair. She used a razor to shave his face and line his beard. Swag was on cloud nine. This experience made him think of his favorite movie, Coming to America, starring Eddie Murphy. He felt a twitch between his legs that made him almost roll his eyes back.
“Aah,” he groaned in so much pleasure. This whole time he was erect.
Blacknese patted the soapy sponge on Swag’s back to calm the erection down. She smiled, knowing he was pleased with their performance. If they were doing their deluxe special service, Swag wouldn’t be able to control himself. His eyes were half-closed, and he felt a little natural as he did with Desiree. Mina was in the water looking like Ariel from The Little Mermaid. She flashed her sexy smile. Swag’s attention was on her wet hourglass frame and suckable, pierced nipples that were hard as black diamonds. Swag wanted to suck on them like a starving newborn.
In Japanese, they said, “Your beautiful penis and asshole are clean now, sir,” she said.
Swag didn’t understand a lick of what Mina had spoken. All he knew was that he felt good, and he was squeaky clean. He took a deep, relaxing breath.
Once the bath of pleasure was over, Swag came out of the bathroom wearing only a black and gold Versace bathrobe with Versace flip-flops. Ms. Mami led him to a manicure and pedicure station and placed his feet in a steaming hot foot bath.
“Ah! Hot, hot!” Swag yelled as he quickly lifted his feet from the water.
Ms. Mami turned off the water and rubbed his feet. “Sorry, sir. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
She turned on the cold water, and once the bath was filled, Ms. Mami checked the temperature, knowing Swag would be pleased. He was.
“Aah, much better.” Swag let the warm water soothe his feet while Ms. Mami massaged them. She also worked on his hand. While in the process, she looked at Blacknese and Mina, and spoke in Japanese, “All right, you two know what to do. And do it good to keep this black American entertained.”
Blacknese and Mina faced Swag, but Mina was behind Blacknese.
Swag was tuned in and wondered what they were about to do. At first, they started caressing each other. Mina massaged Blacknese’s breasts while she rubbed Mina’s long legs.
“Mmm,” Mina groaned as she bit into her lip. “Yes! Right there!”
Mina looked between Blacknese’s legs, and baby girl was dripping really good. She licked her lips while zoning in on her wetness. Feeling thirsty, she sucked on Blacknese’s neck like a vampire and tried to drain all the blood out of her.
Blacknese breathed heavily. She was lost in total ecstasy as she rubbed on her stomach. All Mina wanted to do was feel Blacknese take her all in. Sometimes, Mina wished she had a dick to do the work, but she knew she had the next best thing. She slowly rubbed on Blacknese’s hard nipples. Then she lowered her hand to her wet pussy. Mina started to tease Blacknese’s stiffened clit. They both were aroused, and when Blacknese began to shake, more juices oozed down her thick thighs. Unable to contain herself, she took two fingers inside of her goodness and used her other hand to tackle Blacknese’s right breast.
Aahs and oohs filled the room, but Swag was locked in a trance as he watched.
“You like that shit, don’t you?” Mina asked while pumping her fingers in and out of Blacknese.
“Yes!” Blacknese moaned and came uncontrollably. She was barely able to stand up anymore.
Mina whispered into Blacknese’s ear, “Let’s give this black American something that’ll have him running back to tell his friends.”
The ladies started to kiss each other hard, with so much passion and lust.
By then, Swag had a full woody and could feel the precome leaking out of the tip of his penis. But his focus was broken when he felt a needle going into his hand.
“Shit,” he yelled as he looked at Ms. Mami, injecting him with a needle and putting some weird medicine inside of him. “Damn, lady, what are you doing? What are you putting in me? Stop!”
Swag tried to get up, but by then, Ms. Mami had put her potion in him—and she wasn’t done. Next, she put the needle into his neck. Swag was weakened from the first needle and had no weapons to defend himself.
“Calm down,” Ms. Mami said while holding the needle at his neck. “Continue to watch the show.”
Feeling drowsy, he continued to look at Blacknese and Mina through narrowed eyes. Ms. Mami slowly removed the needle from his neck and began to do what she did best. She stitched his numb hand and kept massaging it. Swag, however, watched Blacknese and Mina go over to the bed. Blacknese lay on th
e bed with her legs wide open while Mina went in on her pretty pink walls. They were on a sexual roller-coaster ride.
Swag wasn’t even thinking about his hand or whatever Ms. Mami had injected in him. If he were going to die, at least he was going to die a happy man.
He watched as the ladies started to bump pussies. The moaning and groaning took things to a new level. Swag wanted in. He couldn’t wait much longer.
Ms. Mami looked at Swag’s hard-on. “Oh my.” She smiled and finished wrapping his hand. She was determined to get in on the action too.
As he watched the festivities, Ms. Mami dropped to her knees and put his manhood in her warm mouth. He was having the best of both worlds—engrossed in the best show ever with the chicks on the bed and getting sucked off in the process by Ms. Mami at the same time. He rolled his eyes back in total sexual bliss and enjoyed how Ms. Mami was treating his steel like royalty.
“Shit, Mami, suck that shit.”
* * *
Swag was not paying attention to the microcamera in his room. King was in her room, looking at this sex orgy on her laptop and getting turned on. She zoomed in on Swag, whose mouth was open like he was praising God. King moved the camera over to her girls on the bed, getting it in.
“Damn,” King said while licking her lips. Like the others, she wanted in too.
* * *
Swag was about to come. “Shit, aah, daaamn!”
He released all his babies in Ms. Mami’s warm mouth and felt relieved. There were no more signs of stress on his face, only beads of sweat. He fell back on the chair and looked at Mina, who had passed out on Blacknese’s juicy breast.
Everyone was on a high in the room that now smelled like sweaty sex. King walked in, clapping her hands.
“Bravo!” She walked over to where Swag was, eye-fucking him like he was the only person in the room.
Ms. Mami wiped across her wet mouth and stood up. Blacknese and Mina got off the bed. Swag tucked his penis back inside his bathrobe, and they all gave King their attention.
King laughed. “Relax, baby. You ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen.”
The ladies put their robes back on and waited for King’s directions.
“You all can go now, ladies. Thank you for taking care of Solomon for me.” She waved them off.
Once the ladies left the room, King closed the door and turned to Swag. She no longer had a scarf on her head. Her hair was slicked back, and she was still wearing her kimono with bare feet. Her makeup was beat to the gods as she walked over to the bed and placed dry clean sheets on it.
“Hmm, I see you’re relaxed.”
Swag cleared his throat with a slight smile on his face. “Very relaxed.”
King looked at his hand. “It seems that Ms. Mami did a great job stitching and cleaning up your hand.”
Swag was pleased by the work Ms. Mami had done sewing his hand. “Wow, this is—”
“I know. Ms. Mami is a miracle worker. You’d better keep it covered for a while, and air it out when you go to bed. Don’t worry; the stitches will dissolve in a few weeks.”
Swag wasn’t sure if he should thank her or not. After all, she was the one who had sliced his hand. King, however, planted a soft kiss on his lips. Swag hesitated to kiss her back, so she backed away.
“So, did you enjoy your time with the ladies?”
“What, King?”
She laughed, still knowing Swag was a bit dizzy from the injection and high from the festivities. But even though he was in his Drunk in Love moment, she still demanded her respect. She went back into her boss bitch mode.
“Don’t play dumb. I asked you a question. With my girls . . . Did you enjoy yourself? Did they take care of you?”
Swag shrugged to avoid showing her his enthusiasm. “It was different. Something I know I won’t get back at home.”
King nodded. “Glad, you liked it, but don’t get used to it. You can’t afford the price for that show.” She reached down and put her hand around his dick.
Swag jerked back and was caught off guard. “Ooh,” he moaned.
“Down, boy,” King whispered and licked the side of his neck. She let go of his meat and got off his lap. “Now, get ready for dinner. It’s in thirty minutes, so don’t be late.”
King walked toward the door but turned to say one more thing to Swag. “You’d better save some of that for me.”
Swag nodded and didn’t say a word. He intended to stay on King’s good side because he knew he had to come up with a master plan to get out of this beautiful nightmare he considered hell.
Chapter 13
Eat Me Out
Swag was in the bathroom, getting dressed for dinner. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror. He was starting to feel like himself again—the pretty dude that had all the money and every chick on his jock, especially since he looked so sexy in a red Dolce & Gabbana suit with a red dress shirt and matching red Ferragamo dress shoes. He topped off the look with diamond and gold jewelry King had left for him. With all the diamonds in his ears, a gold chain on his neck, a gold bracelet on his left wrist, and a gold and diamond Rolex on his right wrist, he felt like a mixture of Lucifer and a big-time pimp wearing all the red. Nonetheless, Swag looked at his reflection one last time before exiting the bathroom.
He looked at the messy bed and reminisced about Blacknese and Mina’s wild lesbian sexcapade. That was some wild shit, he thought and laughed as he left the room to head to dinner. He looked across the grand hallway at the door that led to Blood’s room. Swag lifted his middle finger and then headed to the elevator. When he heard a weird sound, he turned, and Blood’s door opened. The last thing Swag wanted was to share the elevator with him. He hurried to push the first-floor button, and lucky for him, the doors closed before Blood got there.
“Yes, thank you, Jesus,” Swag whispered.
As the elevator was descending, it stopped on the tenth floor. The doors opened, and Tyler stepped on, looking like a million bucks. His Afro was nicely sponged, mustache and goatee were trimmed, and he wore Versace dressed to the nines. From the sunglasses covering his eyes to a gold and black long-sleeve, button-down shirt and white slacks, Tyler was hooked up. And just like Swag, he was dripping in jewelry. As the elevator closed, they looked at each other with smiles on their faces.
“What’s up, bruh?” Tyler asked. “I didn’t know where you was at. I haven’t seen my brother, either, and I just want to make sure he’s okay.”
“Me too. How you holding up, man?” Swag asked.
“As good as can be expected.”
“That’s cool, but you do know that Travis can handle himself, right? Deep down, I believe he’s okay.”
“I don’t know, bruh. You know as well as I do that Travis has always been the laid-back twin. It’s always been him and me or all of us. He’s never ever fought his own battles, and I was always there to make sure he was good.” He paused and swallowed hard. “You know what my brother told me, man?”
“What was that?” Swag asked, feeling somewhat guilty.
“He told me that when we were in Brazil and when he got that fifty K, he was going to get his life together and go back to school.”
“Damn,” Swag replied, shaking his head. “That’s still a possibility, man. Don’t worry. Travis will be all right. Maybe some of that semi street mentality we all have will rub off on him.”
Tyler lowered his shades to look at Swag. “I hope you right. I just feel bad about his finger, and only God knows where he’s at. Plus, there’s no telling what that fake-ass Mexican version of Michael Corleone will do.”
They both laughed at Swag mentioning Tyler’s street mentality.
“I do have street mentality,” Tyler said.
Swag giggled. “Bruh, a year in juvie doesn’t count as street cred.”
They continued to laugh until Tyler cleared his throat.
“But for real, man, that’s my twin. He’s the only family I have left to keep me sane, especially after all the
bullshit we’ve been through. Let’s not forget we threw Stan to the wolves. Plus, the heart of The Fellas, Brad, is out there somewhere with his lady. This is all fucked up.” Deep in Tyler’s soul, he wanted to scream that this was all on Swag. But he knew at the same time he was a grown-ass man that made up his own mind. So the only person he could blame was himself.
Swag looked over at Tyler. “I know, man. I’ma figure something out. We goin’ get outta this shit I put us in.” Swag wanted to break at that very moment, but he couldn’t right now. He wasn’t going to give up until he made shit right.
“How do you intend to do that?”
Swag took a deep breath. “I don’t know yet, but in the meantime, do what you can to cooperate. Just go with the flow and pretend that everything is good. Can you do that for me?”
Tyler nodded because he knew the key to all of them staying alive was cooperation.
The elevator doors opened.
“Here we go,” Swag said and stepped off the elevator. Tyler followed.
An Asian dude in a waiter’s uniform who looked to be in his twenties greeted them. “Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome,” he said in Japanese.
Both Swag and Tyler looked at each other clueless, then looked back at the Japanese waiter.
“What’s up, man?” they said in unison.
The waiter put a fake smile on his face and snapped his fingers. Immediately, two Asian women came out dressed in traditional geisha attire.
One had almond-shaped brown eyes, and her face was covered with a white mask with ruby-red lipstick. She wore a pink floral traditional kimono with matching zoris on her feet. The one standing next to Tyler had slanted eyes, as well, and she wore the same white mask with ruby-red lipstick, but she wore a black and gold traditional kimono with black zoris.
“Greetings, gentlemen, shall we?”
Tyler and Swag didn’t understand them because they spoke in Japanese, but they still responded.
“Good evening, ladies,” they said.
The waiter cleared his throat, and everyone looked at him.
“Follow me,” he said, leading them to the dining area.
As the waiter escorted them to the dining room, Swag and Tyler saw ladies and some men walking in and out with clients. Swag couldn’t believe how beautiful some of these girls were. And some of the clients they had looked very familiar to him. They passed the great room, which was decked out with seventeenth-century white and gold furniture, a floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace, and numerous expensive chandeliers.
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