Fire and brimstone settles into my soul, as my earth shatters and shakes me in a way where I become momentarily paralyzed. You’ve got to be kidding me? With the “no she didn’t” neck roll, I flame at the sight making its way across the street, headed toward my place of business, but this time it is not a vision of perfection, rather one that makes my nostrils flair and that green-eyed monster, better known as jealously, consumes me.
“Hey, Laila, how are you this evening?”
“I’m good, Toni,” I respond, not at all interested in what will come out of her mouth next. Pretty young thing has obviously found a new girl toy, which is right beside her. She has good taste, I must admit, reluctantly, of course, but the new Pam Grier has entered the building, seeing pretty in the spot that should be reserved for moi.
“Lay, can I get a quick massage?”
Oh, see, she has lost her damn mind. “Oh, I’m sorry, Toni. I can’t tonight.”
Glaring at me with puppy dog eyes, melting my insides, but no way is this happening tonight
“Oh, Lay, this is Paris, my coworker.”
“Nice to meet you, Paris. I’m Laila.”
“I know Laila,” Paris responds. “Toni has said so many wonderful things about you.”
Well, that warmed my heart. I’m ready to fuck all the good sense out of her. “Do you mind waiting while I give Toni a quick massage? It won’t be long, as I’m closing in about fifteen minutes.”
“Sure, Laila, you and Toni go ahead. I’ll wait here. Hey, maybe we can go out to dinner afterward?”
“Maybe so,” Toni responds as she walks hurriedly into the massage room, better known as the den of pleasure.
I close the door behind us, and Toni has already begun to take her clothes off, when she reaches for me, pushes my back to the wall and pulls me into one of the most sensational kisses of my life. With an overconfident, yet sexy grin, Toni says to me, “I saw you getting jealous out there. I like that shit.”
I play it off, all the while ashamed that she could actually see through me so. “Naw, girl, I’m good. She’s a pretty girl, you have good taste.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty…”
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bsp; “I know, Toni, I just said that.”
“But she ain’t you, Lay.”
Okay, that’s it. She didn’t come here for a damn massage. She must be in search of a good lay, because talking like that is going to get her in serious trouble.
Kissing down her neck, while my hands find the place I want to call home, she moans, and quivers at my every touch, which turns me on like crazy. As delicious as she looks, she smells equally as good, and from the looks of the juices flowing through my fingers from her moisture, she finds me equally as appetizing. I’m ready.
“Get up on that table, girl. We don’t have that much time.”
She flips the script. “No, Laila. You lie on the table, and let me serve you properly this time. It’s on me, baby.”
I quickly hop up on the table, in my birthday suit only, and spread my legs, as my sugar walls invite her to come in and have a good time.
“Damn, Laila. Just as gorgeous as I remember.”
The delicate and delectable dessert tastes good to Toni, and feels even better to me as I close my eyes, while in the midst of pure ecstasy, only to open them with a serious fuck face.
Shock overwhelms me as I glance to my left, and find Paris standing there, watching Toni dig me out. She stares in amazement. I back up and Toni grabs a hold of my thighs and pulls my righteousness further into her face as she enjoys the feast even more now that there is a voyeur present. I try to speak, and the words form, but don’t come out of my mouth.
“Don’t worry, Laila. Toni is your woman. I just have to watch,” Paris says to me as she approaches, removing her blouse, exposing her breasts to me. Toni continues to suck with purpose while Paris places her tongue into my mouth, licks my lips softly, kisses my neck, and rubs my breasts. An orgasm unbeknownst to mankind just came over me.
“That’s right, baby, come hard,” Toni says as she kisses my inner thighs. She pulls up and walks toward me, smiling from ear to ear. “You like this, baby?”
“Yes, Toni, I do, but…”
A single finger covers my lips. “Shhh,” Toni says to me as she and Paris switch gears.