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Scandal

By: JoaquinTorresIII



Magkatabi ang bahay namin ng aking pinsang si Bobby. Bagong kasal siya kay Peachy. May isang taon din silang nag-live in bago nagdesisyong magpakasal. Maagang nagsama ang dalawa sa edad na 20 pero pareho nang nakatapos ng kolehiyo. 

Dalawang linggo silang magbabakasyon sa Boracay at napakiusapan akong magbantay sa kanilang bahay. Hindi naman ako tumanggi dahil kailangan ko lang naman diligan ang mga halaman at pakainin ang mga alagang isda ng aking pinsan. 

Nang makaalis na sila ay araw-araw akong nagpupunta sa kanilang bahay upang magdilig at magpakain ng isda. Tatlong araw bago sila dumating ay naisipan kong maggupit ng damo para na rin di na nila ito pasanin sa kanilang pagbabalik. Pagkatapos kong maglinis ng bakuran ay pumasok na ako ng kanilang bahay upang pakainin ang mga isda.

Pagod na pagod ako sa paglilinis at naisipan kong magpahinga na muna sa kanila. Kumuha ko ng malamig na tubig at tumuloy sa sofa para magpahinga. Naupo na ako at inabot ang remote ng TV para manood habang nagpapahinga. Nang binuksan ko ang TV ay walang lumalabas na picture. Hindi ko alam ang gagawin dahil napakaraming nakakabit sa TV at halo-halo na ang mga kawad. May DVD, VCR, Component at Playstation na nakakabit dito.

Kung ano-anong button ang pinindot ko nang may lumabas na picture. Mukhang nagplay ang VCR at lumabas ang recording ng isang soap opera. Dahil sa hindi ko ang alam ang gagawin ay pinagtiyagaan ko na lang panoorin ang soap upang magpalipas oras at pagod. 

Mga tatlong minuto ang nakakalipas ay biglang nawala ulit ang picture. Muntik na akong nahulog sa kinauupuan ko ng magbalik ang pinanood ko. Hindi na yung soap kundi si Peachy ang nasa screen nakangiti habang hawak-hawak ang titi ng aking pinsan. Di ako makapaniwala sa aking nakikita. Isinubo na rin ni Peachy ang titi ng pinsan ko habang nilalamas ang kanyang suso.

Kuha sa kanilang kuwarto ang video. Pamilyar kasi ang kama na binili namin ni Bobby. Nakasideview si Angelu at kitang-kita na tayong tayo ang kanyang mga suso. Nilalaro laro niya ang pink na utong habang binoblowjob si Bobby. Hawak siya sa ulo ng aking pinsan habang sarap na sarap na kumakanyod-kanyod sa kanyang bibig. 

Tigas na tigas na rin ang aking titi at nagumpisa na akong magbate habang nanonood. Ngayon ko lang napagmasdan kung gaano kaganda ang katawan ni Peachy. Nilakasan ko ang volume at nadinig ko kung paanong supsupin ni Peachy ang titi ni Bobby. "Malapit na ako" sabi ni Bobby habang panay ang ulos. Lalo namang pinagbuti ni Peachy ang pagsupsop sa titi ni Bobby at nilaro-laro pa ang bayag nito.

Biglang tumigil sa pagulos si Bobby at pinigilan ang paggalaw ng ulo ni Peachy. Nilabasan na siya. Tuloy naman ang pagsupsop ni Peachy sinaid ang katas na lumalabas. Unti-unti nang lumambot ang titi ni Bobby at iniluwa na ito ni Peachy.

Tumingin siya kay Bobby at ngumiti sabay sabing "Ang sarap talaga ng katas mo". Naupo siya sa kama at sumandal sa headboard. Sumunod naman si Boby at naghalikan sila habang hinihimas ni Bobby ang kanyang puki. Matagal silang naghalikan habang pinifinger siya ng pinsan ko.

"Ako naman ang kainin mo" sabay buka ng kanyang mga hita. Tumambad sa akin ang makinis na puki ni Peachy. Pikit na pikit iyon at nangingintab sa kanyang katas. 

Inayos pa muna ni Bobby ang video camera bago tumungo sa harap ni Peachy. Siniguro niyang makukunan ang gagawin niya. Dinilaan ni Bobby ang hiwa ni Peachy. Nang mapadako sa may tinggil ay napaungol si Peachy sabay hawak sa ulo ni Bobby.

Gamit ang isang kamay ay ibinuka ni Bobby ang hiwa ni Peachy at dinilaan iyon. Inilabas rin niya ang tinggil at sinupsop. Lalong napalakas ang ungol ni Peachy sa ginawang iyon ni Bobby at kitang-kita ang katas na umagos mula sa kanyang puki. Hindi iyon pinalampas ni Bobby at dinilaan ang katas na dumadaloy. Ipinasok na rin niya ang dalawang daliri at nagsimulang fingerin si Peachy.

Sinasalubong ni Peachy ang bawat pagbaon ng mga daliri ni Bobby. Tuloy naman sa pagdila at pagfinger ang pinsan ko. Hindi alintana ang pagsabunot sa kanya ng sarap na sarap na si Peachy. Biglang napalakas ang ungol ni Peachy sabay tahimik. Nanginginig-nginig ang katawan niya habang nilalabasan. Hinimod naman agad ni Bobby ang kanyang katas, walang inaksaya.

Umangat si Bobby upang halikan si Peachy ngunit hindi pa rin inaalis ang pagkakabaon ng kanyang daliri. Habang naghahalikan ay muling iginalaw-galw ni Bobby ang kanyang mga daliri na nakabaaon pa rin. 

"Oohhh..shittt!!" sabi ni Peachy. "Tama na! tama na!, nangingilo pa akong mabuti" dagdag pa nito. "Aaahhh" napasigaw si Peachy nang hindi tinigilan ni Bobby ang pagfinger sa kanya. Pilit niyang pinipigilan ang kamay ni Bobby ngunit di niya magawa dahil sa ngilong nararamdaman. Binilisan pang maigi ni Bobby ang pagfinger hanggang muling labasan si Peachy. 

Muli parang kinukumbolsyon si Peachy habang nilalabasan. Nahugot ang daliri ni Bobby sa tindi ng nginig ni Peachy. Napabaluktot si Peachy sa naranasang ligaya. Hinahaplos-haplos naman siya ni Bobby habang hinihintay na makarecover. 

Nilabasan na rin ako. Pinindot ko ang pause sabay tayo upang malinis ang tumalsik kong katas sa sala. Kumakabog-kabog pa rin ang dibdib ko dahil sa aking nadiskubre. Hindi ako makapaniwalang may sex video ang dalawang ito. Napakahinhin ni Peachy at minsang nagswimming kami ay naka-tshirt pa siya at short sa ibabaw ng kanyang bathing suit. Ngayon ay kitang-kita ko ang kanyang kahubaran.

Matapos maglinis ay kinuha ko ang tape sa VCR at umuwi na ako. Panonoorin ko ang iba pang parte ng tape sa bahay at kokopyahin ko na rin. 

Pagdating sa bahay ay agad kong sinimulan ang pagkopya. Nang nasa parte nang huli kong nakita ay muli akong naupo sa harap ng TV at nanood. 

Matapos mahimasmasan si Peachy ay naupo siya at sa tabi ni Bobby na nakaupo sa gilid ng kama. Hinawakan niya ang unti-unting tumitigas na titi ng pinsan ko. Si Bobby naman ay muling hinimas ang puki ni Peachy. 

Matapos ang ilang minutong himasan at halikan ay tumayo si Peachy. Pinaupo niya si Bobby sa harap ng video camera at tumapat sa tigas na tigas na titi ni Bobby. Namumula pa ang puki ni Peachy dahil sa pagfinger ni Bobby.

Dahan dahan siyang naupo sa titi ng pinsan ko at nang pumasok na ang ulo ay tumigil. Yumakap naman si Bobby sabay sapo sa magkabilang suso ni Peachy at nilamas-lamas iyon. "Oohh..." napaungol si Peachy.

Kitang-kita kung paanong nakapasok ang ulo ng titi ni Bobby kay Peachy. Biglang naupo si Peachy at bumaon ang ng tuluyan ang titi ni Bobby. Bigla rin siyang tumayo at iniwang nakabaon lamang ang ulo. Napakatukso talaga ni Peachy.

"Pleasee..upo ka na ulit" nagsusumamong sabi ni Bobby. Napatawa si Peachy sa tinuran ni Bobby. "Ginagantihan lang kita dahil pinapatigil na kita kanina ay tuloy-tuloy ka pa rin" sabi niya sabay upong muli.

"Oohhh...ang sarap talaga ng titi moohh.." ungol ni Peachy habang naguumpisang magtaas-baba. Bumilis na arin ang pagbabate ko sa aking pinapanood. Isinasabay ko ang kamay ko sa pagtaas-baba ni Peachy. Humawak naman si Bobby sa balakang ni Peachy at tinulungan siyang magtaas-baba.

Hindi nagtagal ay nilabasan si Peachy. Naglalawa ang titi ni Bobby at tumulo pa ang ibang katas sa kanyang bayag. Muling nagtaas-baba si Peachy na sinasalubong naman ni Bobby. 

"Lalabasan na ako" sabi ni Bobby. "Sige, punuin mo ako ng katas moohhh..." sagot ni Peachy. Nakapikit si Peachy at nakatingala habang panay pa rin ang pagtaas-baba sa titi ni Bobby. Gumapang ang isang kamay niya sa kanyang tinggil at nilaro-laro iyon. 

Nagdedeliryo sa sarap na nararamdaman ang dalawa. Hanggang sa labasan silang sabay.

"Shittt..ayan na akoohhh.." pasigaw na ungol ni Peachy. Kitang-kita kung paanong pumintig-pintig ang titi ni Bobby habang nilalabasan rin ito. Muling tumulo ang ngayoy pinaghalong katas nila sa titi at bayag ni Bobby.

Tumayo si Peachy at nahiga. Tumayo naman si Bobby at namatay na ang camera. Noon rin lang ako nahimasmasan. Sabay rin akong nilabasan sa kanilang dalawa.

Natapos na ang tape at siniguro kong gumagana ang aking kopya. Bumalik ako sa kanilang bahay at muling isinalang ang tape. Ini-rewind ko iyon para hindi nila mahalatang napanood ko ang kanilang sex video. Hindi ako nakuntento at nagsimula akong maghanap sa kanilang bahay. Baka sakaling mayroon pa silang ibang sex videos.

Sinuwerte naman at nakakita ako ng isa pang tape na nakatago sa kanilang bedside table drawer. Nagmamadali akong umuwi upang mapanood ang tape na aking nakita. Hindi ako nagkamali ng kutob. Isa ulit sex tape ng mag-asawa.

Scandal-Mongering



My name is Brenda, but everyone calls me Bren. One of my favorite pastimes, with the exception of being with Cliff (secretly my toy boy) is talking to my next door neighbor Janice over the garden wall. Of course any scandal is one of the most common things we talk about and there is usually plenty of that in our street.

You'd be surprised at just what I know, thanks to Janice who is a real nosy bird 

But for once Janice was not talking about Emily up the road who has two guys keeping her to the way she has become accustomed, She on social security benefits too,

Charlie Apple. Yes that is his name. Who pretends to be gardening but who lures certain young women passers by into his, pad  to show them his butterflies,

Janice knows because she took up his invitation.

"It was more than his selection of moths he wanted to show me" she said looking all shocked.

"Well the girls seem to like him, they are in there long enough, Janice" I said.

"How do you know?"

"It was you who told me Janice. For a very attractive redhead in her early thirties, you are losing it. You want something to spice up your life!"

"Fat chance!" was the reply from a very disgruntled Janice."

"That is because either you love Horace too much or you are lacking personality."

"We don't all have toy boys who cover as window cleaners Bren"

"You have been prying; I can see it in your eyes! You are a real scandal -mongering bitch!"

Janice looked guilty; her face blushed up a bit.

"Well it is pretty obvious Bren. I mean nobody wants the windows cleaned about twelve times a month."

"Twenty times actually!" I teased.

"So is he nice Bren. Does he do it for you?"

I don't know what you mean" I teased again." And anyway he is too old to be a toy boy, he is in his early their ties like us."

"The term 'toy boy' refers to any age Bren so come off it. You are having a piece of jolly aren't you?."

"That is precisely between me and the gate post, clever clogs."

"You don't have a gate post"

"Ha-ha, very funny. But I do have a charming window cleaner."

"My windows are dirty, I can't seem to be able to get one, Can you ask if he will do mine Bren"

"You will try anything Janice. He is mine okay - and anyway his list is full so you will; have to look for your own toy boy."

Ahh! So you admit it then Bren. He is your bit on the side. What would Robert think?"

"There is no stopping you is there. I will not go0 into that. I know you fancy the guy, he is my radiant Adonis and no mistake, but he is not for sharing, even my best friend..."

Janice looked forlorn and I was maybe being too harsh with her. But she does get on my tits sometimes. I've seen her eyeballing him...

At that moment Cliff arrived armed with his state of the art window cleaning apparatus.

Janice was all eyes like she was in another place, eyeballing him.

"He doesn't need a ladder you see, those are a thing of the past with all this health and safety business that is going on." 

"I bet" Janice said again.

"Janice, Shut Up!" I yowled 

I knew what I would do to really make her spine tingle. I asked if he would come in for a cuppa.

He looked at me knowingly and replied "Two Sugars?"

Two sugars it is! I replied with an equally knowing grin.

Janice just stood there looking so disgruntled.

"I don't expect you would like me to join you? I'm parched and it is such a hot day. I could so with a nice cup of tea!"

I walked close to her and whispered in her ear; "You'd try anything wouldn't you.? You may be my best friend but I don't share."

"I was only asking Bren. You are one lucky woman. Just enjoy and leave me with my sad thoughts! She moaned. "But just be careful eh? Remember yo0u love Robert."

At that point I left here, There were important things to attend to. Besides making tea that is!

Over tea, or rather coffee for Cliff, that is what he prefers, with a custard cream to dip. Then he is happy. And I so want him to be happy with what I have in mind.

I felt comfort with Cliff. I know he was hitched. He told me so. But what harm is there in a little fun and tussle we agreed the first time we made honey. His lady was heavily regnant and he was without. Not because she didn't want too he told me but more like he didn't want to harm the baby.

"I am one rough lover, I just can't help it" he said before we did it.

Was he boasting or was it really because he was that considerate?

"There are other ways" I advised. And it is good fun too. And think of your partner too. She may be pregnant but a little harmful sex play would not go amiss. A woman needs to think she is still wanted by her guy."

"Yeah I know that Bren, but it is never like the end product is it. With you I can be as rough as like because you want that and no harm done. It is good doing the oral stuff and all that, and she enjoys that, she enjoys other things to, but I just don't want to go the full hog while she is like she is right now, I would feel awful if she lost the baby."

"Well I'm not complaining," I said warmly. I enjoy you coming always so I am here for as long as you want."

"You are a real star" he whispered. And I knew I was in for a wonderful treat. It was good for the soul and good for us, meaning him and Robert and me. I will explain later. I aim to be fully occupied for the next half hour at least so if you don't mind, let me have my thing with my gorgeous work of male art and I will be back with you. And if you'd like - and I am sure you will because you enjoy reading these tales, I will tell you in lurid detail just how Cliff and I operate.

Ta -Ta for now and fare thee well. I shall!

                       *******************************

I know you are dying to know what we, that is Cliff and I eh? Well we didn't. Life is a shit sometimes. Robert had a sicky and had to come home just as we were indulging, Typical Huh? But all is not lost. Poor Robert was too poorly to realize what was going on, said all he needed was some shut eye and he would feel fine later.

And then, not long after that, Janice got me on the mobile.

"Everything okay?" she said with that inquisitive tone of voice.

"Why shouldn't it be, Janice, I am here with my toy boy as you call him and all is good with the world."

"I just thought, well, you see I saw hubby come back and, and" she hesitated but I knew what she was on about. As usual she was being bloody nosy.

"Everything is fine and dandy. Talk later, now shove off!"

Cliff said that was rude.

"She knows me by now; she was just being nosy, Nothing different there!"

Cliff looked thoughtful. "She is a bit of alright is Janice. Love her slinky figure and that red hair."

"Keep you eyes off, I have enough trouble with her as it is, eyeballing you."

"Well you will just have to keep my mind occupied in other areas won't you Bren!" he smirked. He was probably niggled because of delayed action, caused by Robert coming home from work unexpected.

But there we were, all snuggled up on the settee, Robert sound upstairs so we had the green light to go.

Cliff is a lovely fella, I simply cannot get enough of his. He turns sex to poetry and has enough good rhythm to create a new tune every time we bond.

And now, letting my hand wonder and watching his expression and hearing his agreeable moans, I am in my element. He kisses me full on the lips with some French thrills too, his tongue finding mine and twiddling like you do when you are in the sublime joy of a deep French kiss.

He was just the tonic I needed and that is not put down to Robert. It is simply that this woman need a lot of loving and I believe Robert has come to terms with the fact that I need something else to strengthen our marriage partnership, and since I have been seeing Cliff, just casually as we do, it has done a power of good because Robert as good as admitted that he felt guilty for not having the measure to give me all that I deserved, that he loved me that much he could accept my sharing with another guy, on the understanding it was just casual.

Of course Janice had no idea of our arranged diversions and I loved to keep her guessing. I think that she is forever worried and concerned that my 'naughtiness' as she calls it, will be the death of me, or rather the death of our marriage.

Little does she know?

Taking a breather from Cliff's deep kisses I whispered my true feelings into his ear, squeezing the lobe as I did so.. "Being with you is so very beautiful and complete Cliff, I absolutely adore you. We share wonderful sex together and I am forever grateful that whoever is up there, had the fortitude to make it so special and so diverse."

Cliff just mumbled like guys do. He has emotion of course he does. But us women, well it is not just the sex, it is emotion too and that is what makes it complete. How is it for a guy? Well mostly it is physical; I guess and that is the name of the game. And I guess it seems to work quite well. It brings out the animal in Cliff I adore. The way he loves me with just enough of the rough, mixed with the wonderfully spasmodic gentle stroking and touching, making every time we meet special and fresh.

But now I am in my element once more and as I let my hand wonder, as do my kisses across his chest, I feel the electricity of out love begin to build and grow stronger and stronger

"Do what you do best baby?" he asked in his boyish tone which drew me all the more to him, and I knew what he wanted straight away. It was something to which I had become accustomed with Cliff more than ever with Robert, who is not so orally inclined,

But Cliff more than makes up for that and it is something I need. There is something so beautifully intimate about mutual oral loving that stimulates and builds into that heavenly and so sensual  climax of two souls fused together.

He is my Teddy Bear, my comforter who feels and tastes divine, the sheer earthiness with a hint of the flavour of the sea as I indulge in a wonderful prelim of things to come.

Cliff grunted and mumbled his appreciation of what I was doing.

"Baby, I love when you tease with your tongue, let me please you as you do me. Together, That is how I like it."

And I arrange myself as he loves me to be, astride with his head beneath my skirt so he can forage and find me how he likes. With all the very sexual underwear he loves me to wear.

This is true loving to the hilt and we enjoy each other to the full 

I want him to be with me never-rending that is how good it is with Cliff.

But I shall have to tell him about my innermost secret which means I am taking a huge risk putting our wonderful prelateship of the very edge.

But it has to be done, else he will find out sooner or later and he would not forgive me for keeping something so private away from him..

Next Chapter; Discovery.



Scandalous



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~~~

"Oh God, Kira! Kira, please! Please don't stop!"

Kira Summers grinned as she pressed her soft lips to her lover's thick, dark nipples. She groaned as she drew the stiff peak into her mouth.

The Monday morning Miami sunrise sent warm rays through Melinda's bedroom window, illuminating her body in a soft, erotic glow. Kira smiled at the contrast between the warm sunlight and Melinda's dark mocha skin.

"Oooh, Melinda! You taste so good, honey," Kira whispered against the heated flesh. "So sweet and so good." She sucked hard on the chocolate nipples, alternating from one to the other, as Melinda rocked underneath her.

Melinda Buchanan twisted on the bed and ran her hands through her thick, black tresses. Her soft moans filled the room and she gripped her hair tightly as her body undulated back and forth. Resting on her queen-sized bed, she squirmed under Kira's oral ministrations until the sheets tangled beneath her into an erotic disarray.

Nestled comfortably in Melinda's luxurious bedroom, the women embraced each other as their passions ignited and quickly began to intensify. Their nude bodies drew heat from each other as their lovemaking grew more passionate. Kira pressed her golden-brown body even tighter against Melinda's as she sucked harder on each rich, brown nipple. She swirled her tongue around the erect flesh and savored the delicious taste of Melinda's thick, sweet, dark chocolate skin.

"You like that baby?" Kira whispered, her tongue dancing around Melinda's taut peak.

"Yes, honey, yes," Melinda sighed. "Don't stop, baby!"

Kira smiled as she licked and teased Melinda's breasts, laving her luscious skin, until she decided that she needed even more. She slid her body lower and trailed soft kisses underneath Melinda's full breasts and down her stomach. She nipped Melinda's stomach with her teeth, then teased her belly button with her eager tongue.

"Ooooh!" Melinda cried. "That tickles!"

"It's supposed to," Kira giggled as she licked lower and lower over Melinda's waist, hips and abdomen, until she reached the smooth, brown skin at the juncture of Melinda's soft, silky thighs.

"Oh Kira! Yesss!" Melinda cried. "Honey, yes!"

Kira reached out and used her fingertips to gently skim Melinda's soft skin. She traced luscious swirls all over the taut mocha flesh.

"Ohhh Kira! Kira, please!"

As Kira touched even lower, she dipped her finger into the liquid sugar that began to form at Melinda's core. All at once, Melinda's erotic scent filled Kira's nostrils. 

"Mmmm," Kira whispered. "Can I have a taste?"

Melinda felt Kira's breath dangerously close to her soft, wet passionate core. "Oh yes," Melinda pleaded. "Please!"

Kira slid her finger into her wanting mouth. "Mmmm," she sighed. Then she leaned down and took a teasingly soft lick of Melinda's sweet nectar. "Mmmm! Tasty!" She took another long lick.

"Ohhhh," Melinda groaned as her back arched and her hips rose, desperately trying to get more of Kira's eager tongue. "More!"

Kira licked again. And again. Soon, Kira's tongue was swirling all over and into the sweetness of Melinda's wet pussy. She licked and teased the smooth skin as Melinda squirmed in delight.

"Oh God!" Melinda cried as her hips began to roll all over her satin sheets. "Kira, please! Faster, baby!"

Melinda's warm, sugary nectar began to flow more copiously, bathing Kira's lips and chin. At Melinda's urging, Kira dipped even deeper, lapping up Melinda's more of the honeyed wetness. 

"You taste so good, honey," Kira moaned into Melinda's pussy. 

As Kira slurped on the sticky-sweet wetness, Melinda reached up and cupped her breasts, rolling her thumbs over her rich, dark nipples. She squeezed and pinched the hardened flesh, adding to her intense passion. "Oh God, Kira! Yes!"

Kira slid her hands underneath Melinda and gripped her full, round ass. She squeezed Melinda's tight flesh and buried her face even deeper into the exotic liquid.

Kira felt Melinda's thighs tightening around her face. Melinda gripped the back of Kira's hair and held on tight. "I'm so close, honey! Don't stop! Please don't stop."

Melinda rolled her hips even faster, and began to buck hard against Kira's face. At the forceful, staccato movements, Kira gripped Melinda's ass even tighter and licked the pink gem with smooth, tight strokes.

"Come on, honey," Kira moaned into Melinda's pussy. "Now, baby! Cum for me now!"

Suddenly, Melinda's entire body jumped. "Oh Kira!" Melinda cried. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming, baby! Yessss!"

Her entire body tensed and Kira was nearly drowned in the erotic wetness that flowed from Melinda's climaxing pussy. Kira began to use her fingers to tease Melinda's clit, matching the sharp movements of her wicked tongue.

"That's it, baby," Kira urged as her fingers and tongue worked even faster, "Give me more, honey!"

"Yesssss!" Melinda wailed as her body continued to ride the waves of the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure. Sweat beaded on her overheated skin, dotting the sheets with her desire. Her body continued to toss and turn as Kira kept up the intense pleasure on her swollen pussy.

Kira continued drinking Melinda's honey until her body stopped quivering and finally became still. Kira then crawled up from between Melinda's legs until they lay face-to-face on the bed.

Kira placed a quick peck on Melinda's flushed cheek. "'How was that, honey?"

"Wonderful, baby," Melinda sighed. "As always." She moved closer to draw Kira into her arms.

Kira skillfully dodged Melinda's embrace and maneuvered herself out of Melinda's reach. "Oh, honey," Kira sighed, "I'd love to cuddle, but you have to get to work, right?"

Melinda frowned as she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "'It's only seven o'clock. We've got plenty of time."

No we don't, Kira thought. She scooted up on the bed until her back rested against the headboard. She smoothed out her long, auburn ponytail and tried a different approach. "Well, last night you said you had a busy morning today. And besides, you know rush hour is hell."

Melinda's frown deepened as she slowly rose from the bed. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she said as she padded across the room nude. Melinda's rounded body was a deep, rich chocolate, making Kira's mouth water all over again.

Kira watched as Melinda took her creamy white silk robe from the back of the chaise lounge and wrapped herself in it. 

"Don't worry, baby," Kira said. "I'll make you some breakfast while you're in the shower."

Melinda smiled weakly as she went into the huge, adjoining bathroom. "Thanks," she said as she closed the bathroom door.

Kira sat quietly and listened intently for a few minutes. Once she heard the water start running, she went into action. She jumped out of bed and padded nude to the other end of Melinda's immense master bedroom. The thick, plush carpet tickled the bottom of her feet as she grabbed her handbag from atop the large antique desk.

Digging inside of her designer handbag, a gift from Melinda, she fished out her jeweled cell phone, another gift from Melinda, and dialed quickly,

After several rings, a soft, feminine voice answered.

"Hello" she said sleepily.

"Lexi!" Kira exclaimed. "Girl, wake up! You should have been awake by now!"

Lexi Chandler yawned into the phone. "I had a late night, Kira. By the way, you should have been there. The club was jumpin'. For real."

"I wish I could have been there," Kira sighed as she held her hand in front of her and checked her manicure. "But I was putting in work here last night."

"Oh yeah," Lexi chuckled. "How's your meal ticket?"

"Dry and boring and needy, as always." Kira walked around the room to Melinda's vanity table. "As a matter of fact, I'm trying to get her off to work now as we speak."

"Speaking of work, shouldn't you be getting ready to go in yourself?"

"Girl," Kira said as she opened Melinda's jewelry box and looked inside, "I called in last night. I ain't tryin' to be no cashier today! They'll get along fine without me."

"I hear you. But don't mess around and get fired. Again."

"Lexi, I can handle my own affairs, thank you very much." Kira fiddled around and picked up Melinda's prized soft-pink, princess cut diamond ring. Melinda only wore it on special occasions, keeping it safely in the jewelry box, but Kira had scoped it out some time ago, having had her eyes on it for quite a while. "Besides, I was calling to see if you wanted to go shopping today?"

"You got her credit card again?" Lexi asked incredulously.

Kira rolled her eyes as she toyed with the ring. "I'm gonna get it before she leaves."

"You're playing this kinda close, aren't you? You just took the card last week."

"And I'm gonna take it again. Listen, girl. I got this. I'm the one in this Coral Gables mansion, not you. I'm the one driving her hot, new ruby-red Porsche Boxter, not you. So I know what I'm doing. As a matter of fact, you need to be taking notes and following the rules I gave you so you can get over on some rich, lonely woman too." Kira slid the diamond ring on her finger and admired the sight.

"First of all, Kira, I don't appreciate – "

Kira heard a noise coming from the bathroom and she froze. "Shhh," she said. She placed her hand over the mouthpiece and listened intently. She suddenly noticed that the water to the shower had been turned off.

"Listen, Lexi. You know I'm just playin'. But I gotta go. I'll call you later, ok? Ok. Bye."

She clicked off the phone, tossed it back into her purse, ran to the bed, and jumped back in it. Then she looked at her hand. "Shit, the ring." She took the ring off, slid it underneath the covers, sat up against the ornate headboard and smiled brightly.

Melinda came out of the bathroom, wrapped in her robe, and went to the walk-in closet. She selected a smartly-tailored business suit and a matching pair of shoes and set them on the bed. Then she went to her dresser and selected her bra, panties, garter belt and a pair of stockings. She looked at Kira carefully, then sat at her vanity table and began to brush her lengthy, jet-black tresses.

She quietly pulled her hair into a chic chignon and began to apply her makeup. As she applied her lipstick, she looked at Kira's reflection in the mirror.

"I don't smell anything cooking, Kira," she said softly. "You didn't make me breakfast?"

"Oh honey, I meant to. But you wore me out this morning. It was all I could do to just lay here and catch my breath."

Melinda nodded as she finished applying her makeup. She rose from the table and quickly slipped into clothes and shoes. Then she went over to the full-length gilded mirror and checked her reflection. She admired the way the sharp gray suit hugged her full, curvy figure.

She turned to Kira. "How do I look, honey?" she smiled.

"You look great, baby!" Kira said. Then she frowned as she looked more closely. "But you might want to lay off the sweets for a while. You're getting a little thick around the middle."

Melinda lowered her eyes and pursed her lips.

"I'm actually glad I didn't make you breakfast," Kira said as she stretched out on the cream-colored satin sheets. "Why don't you just have a piece of fruit or something? Or some yogurt? Fat free, of course."

Tears began to form at the corners of Melinda's eyes. "Kira –"

Sensing hurt on Melinda's face, Kira slipped out of the bed and went to stand behind Melinda. She looked at their reflections in the mirror as she wrapped her arms around Melinda's waist and drew her in close.

"Oh, Mimi," Kira sighed, using her nickname for Melinda. "You know how important you are to me. I'm just looking out for your well-being."

Melinda sighed. "'Fine. I'm going to work." She squeezed Kira's hands, then untangled herself from Kira's grip. "By the way, are you going to work today?"

Kira hesitated. "Umm...they gave me the day off, so I'm free today." She watched as Melinda checked her appearance one last time, then walked out of the room.

Still nude, Kira followed Melinda downstairs and into the study. She watched us Melinda packed up several papers, legal pads and manila folders into her briefcase.

"Oh, and honey?" Kira asked. "I was wondering...could I have the AmEx today? I want to pick up a few things."

"Kira –" Melinda began as she turned to face her lover. Suddenly shocked, Melinda gasped at what she saw.

Kira stood there completely nude, with her hands on her hips. Her creamy, golden-brown skin gleamed in the sunlight that streamed through the window. Kira rubbed and cupped her firm breasts in her hands and used her thumbs to tease her stiffening nipples.

As Melinda watched. Kira began to slide her hand from her breasts down to the soft, downy hair on the delicate mound between her legs.

"'Please?" Kira whispered.

As Melinda backed up against her desk, several papers slid off and onto the floor, but Melinda never noticed them. Seemingly in autopilot, she went to her handbag and pulled out her Black American Express card.

"Thanks, babe," Kira said as she took the card and twirled it in her hands. She looked at the thin piece of plastic wistfully, with almost a childlike adoration. 

But then she snapped out of it, gave Melinda a dry kiss on the cheek, and quickly began to rush her out of the room. "You better get going," Kira said. "You don't want to be late."

Melinda sighed and shook her head as she grabbed her handbag and briefcase. Without a word or a goodbye, she left the study, walked through the kitchen and out the back door.

~~~

"Alright, everyone. One, two, three, kick!"

As the male voice boomed, with sweat beading down her face, Noelle Douglas struggled through the moves in her new karate class. As she tried to keep pace with the instructor, beads of sweat began to form on her rich, olive skin. Never wanting to worry about style at such an early hour, she'd chosen her clothes somewhat haphazardly. Dressed in a simple, loose T-shirt and shorts, she was more focused on her fit and trim body in the middle of this incredibly intense workout.

"Oh my God," Noelle sighed to the petite woman next to her, as they worked out in the back row. "Brynn? What in the hell are you doing to me?"

"Come on, Noelle," Brynn Shepherd whispered, her lean frame kicking hard and swiftly. "Get your ass in gear!"

As she moved, Brynn's diminutive, pecan-brown body glistened with sweat. Her dark brown hair, cut into long, shaggy, layers, caught all of the wind of her quick movements. Ever tomboyish, she was dressed in a black sports bra and a tiny pair of matching boyshorts. "Step it up, Sunshine! This is for your own good." She glanced at Noelle. "I want you to be a strong girl like me," Brynn smirked.

It was a ritual that every month, Brynn decided upon their exercise routines. Being best friends, Brynn made sure that Noelle was pleasantly surprised at the activity, but at the same time, got an intense and strenuous workout. They'd done numerous types of exercises, everything from aerobics to yoga, and from rock climbing to, now, karate. However, one thing remained constant: Brynn made sure that the exercise activity always began at seven am sharp.

Meeting so early in the morning was a beast, but not only did it get her day started off enthusiastically, it kept Noelle in the best shape of her life. Despite being a natural beauty, Noelle found that she had to work hard to keep her hourglass shape.

"You're supposed to be my best friend," Noelle whispered back as her long, dark brown hair, secured back off of her face, swished and swayed around her. "Why are you doing this to me? This is torture!"

"Like I said before, I'm trying to make you a stronger person. Trying to make you stop being a doormat for pretty girls," Brynn said as she glanced at Noelle. "'Cause you know how you get: you're a sucker for a pretty face."

Noelle snorted, irritation flitting in her hazel doe eyes. "Whatever."

"Well, stop doing everything for girls without getting anything in return, and I'll stop messing with you!"

"Shhh!" the instructor said from the front of the room. "Absolute concentration, everyone!"

"Anyway, just keep up with these kicks for a few more reps," Brynn whispered. "Then we can go get pancakes at the Pink Rose Café!"

Noelle gasped for air as she tried to keep up with the powerful kicks. "Pancakes? Are you crazy?"

Brynn grinned. "Well, we deserve some kind of treat for working so hard." 

Noelle sagged as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "You're insane!"

Brynn shrugged and went back to her power kicks. "Oh, and remind me to give you something later. I have something that just might help you become more badass!" 

The instructor craned his neck extra-long and glared at them. "Ladies!"

When he looked away, Brynn stuck out her tongue.

Noelle shot an evil look at Brynn. Brynn replied by sticking out her tongue again. 

They both suddenly dissolved into giggles and went back to their kicks.

~~~

As soon as Kira heard the back door shut, she ran upstairs to Melinda's bedroom and began to dial. As she waited, she lay on the bed, plucked Melinda's ring from underneath the covers and slid it onto her finger.

Lexi picked up on the first ring. "Hello?"

"Hey girl," Kira panted. "Sorry about that. Had to send ol' girl off to work."

"Oh, ok." Lexi said. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well... is the mission accomplished?"

Kira twirled the Black AmEx card in her bejeweled hand. "You know it!" she laughed. "So. What time will you be ready to go 'shop 'till we drop?'" she asked as she headed, still nude, down to the kitchen.

~~~

Melinda sat in her garage, in her new metallic majestic-black Mercedes-Benz CL600 coupe. She'd told herself that she bought the car as a gift to herself for winning that $15 million judgment in the Rivera employment discrimination case. However, in moments where she was brutally honest with herself, she admitted that she really bought it because Kira spent more time in her new Porsche than she did.

"Why do I put up with her?" Melinda sighed as she gripped the steering wheel. "It's been, what, six months now? Why is she so important to me?"

Then she smiled wryly. "Oh yeah, she's the most uninhibited lover I've ever had. Damn. She does things to me like no one else I've ever been with." Melinda hit the button for the garage door as she rested her head on the headrest. "But why should great sex cost so much?"

As the garage door began to rise, she put the key in the ignition, then she paused. "She's playing me for a fool. I just know she is." 

However, at the thought of Kira's naked body, Melinda began to reconsider. "Maybe she really is a good girl. A girl just down on her luck."

Melinda turned the car on and put it into reverse. "Yeah. I'll just give her a little more time to come around," she mused as she put the car into reverse and began to back out of the garage.

Just as she reached the end of her driveway, her cell phone rang. She put the car into park, reached into her handbag on the passenger's seat and grabbed the phone.

"Hello, this is Melinda."

A deep masculine voice came on the line. "Hey, Melinda. This is Kael." Kael George was a senior associate at Melinda's law firm and worked in the Corporate Transaction and Finance department. 

"Hey, Kael. How are you?"

"Good, Melinda, good. Listen, do you have those Hamilton documents on you? I want to check the changes that you made to the terms of the contract before I call Mr. Hamilton this morning. I would have waited until you got in, but he wanted me to call him before 9am."

"Sure, Kael. They're in my briefcase. Hold on a sec."

Melinda cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder as she pulled her briefcase from in front of the passenger seat. "Just a sec," she said as she rifled though the papers in the briefcase. "Wait. I don't see them. Hold on."




Scandalous Polaroids



I first met Martin when I was at a shitty bar in New York, drinking every guy there under the table, smashed out of my brains. I remember wearing an old college sweatshirt, the NYU cracked and faded, and some short shorts that showed a little too much skin. I wasn't fat, but I wasn't some skinny bitch either, and I wasn't going around like I was better than everyone else. I wasn't a whore- I didn't sleep with many people and I had some fucking class. At the time, my hair was a dark brown, wiry and untamed like the Muses in the old paintings, and my lips were always coated in red, and at the time I wore thick rectangular glasses that gave me a childish look. 

I slammed my fist on the waxed wooden counter and demanded the bartender to give me another rum punch, and some guy, hoping to fool around with me, fronted the bill. I downed it with ease and smiled in satisfaction as my competitor slumped to the floor, passed out in all of his glory. A chorus of cheers roared in my defense. Nobody, to my dismay, challenged me, but many asked me home, thinking that I was baked beyond reason- I am surprisingly cunning when drunk- and these people were blatantly refused. 

I heard the opening of the bar door, and turned around, livid eyed, waiting for the poor sap eager to lose a bet. I was the most attractive broad in the bar, and expected to be greeted flirtatiously. 

But to my dismay, the newcomer was a woman. She seemed pretty on the outside, if a little butch for my tastes (not that I had tastes, I didn't swing that way) --her hair trickled past her shoulders in a small wave of black- her eyelashes were long, and she was flat-chested and dressed masculine-ly. 

"Guinness," said the stranger. 

It was a man's voice. At first I thought, is this a fucking tranny? Are you shitting me? Upon further inspection, the newbie's attributes were most definitely male. He had the fine appearance of stubble across his chin, which was cleft; his eyes shone an enigmatic blue, his hands were rough and calloused and big; hair graced his arms, not much, but it rose in small wires. I smelled his scent. He smelled like cologne and sweat and sex, and for the first time I felt a strange sort of desire well up within me. What a fucking gorgeous man. 

"Hello," he turned to me, satisfied with his beer, downing it in a few gulps. 

"Hey," I said, warily nursing my latest gin and tonic. "You new in town? Never seen you before." 

He laughed, melodiously, his tone low in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, the faintest perception of sweat on his skin. 

"I'm an art student. I'm here from Savannah, hoping to get my masters." 

Ooh, an artist...how intriguing. 

"Cool. What brings you here?" 

"Photography," he answered candidly. No you asshole, I meant what brings you to this bar. 

"What do you photograph?" 

"Women." 

I felt a shiver run through me. 

"What kind of women?"

He shrugged. "Beautiful women." 

I almost expected him to say "like yourself" at the end of that, but then if he was from SCAD, well, he had to have some credit behind his claims. Not all guys wanted to hit on me, God. Suddenly his hand was in front of my face. I shook it firmly, amused by how his hand consumed mine. 

"Martin," he said.

"What?" I remained staring at his hands, feeling their smooth texture. 

"My name..."

"Oh. I'm Carmen," I answered. 

Martin smiled. "You definitely have some Spanish in you." 

The remaining time I drank at the bar, all I noticed was Martin's hands- on the handle of the beer stein filled with the black, oozing scum that was Guinness- on the pen as he signed his check, and most importantly, on my arm, on my shoulder, near my thigh. For the first time, I knew overpowering desire. I wanted those hands- with their softness and their grace- on my body, finding places I didn't know existed, running along my back, gripping my hair. I wanted those hands to make me come. 

After he signed his bill, he looked at me and offered me a charming smile. 

"Shall we go?" he asked, expertly, deftly, delicately. 

"Go where?" I feigned skepticism. 

Martin leaned down and whispered in my ear, his lips so close it made my skin tingle. "I want to take pictures of you." 

Again, the desire flooded my veins. I followed him blindly, like a sheep. 

He led me to this fancy hotel- the Parisian looking ones that every child wants to stay at when they are in the city. It reminded me of The Plaza in that book my mother read to me when I was young- Eloise. 

Martin opened the door and ran to his camera bag, pulling out a Nikon with the biggest lens I had ever seen. The room felt grand, bourgeois, luxurious. The walls were covered in a black and white fleur-de-lis pattern, the bathroom had granite countertops, there were Monet prints on the wall, and the single bed- a black four-poster loomed in the middle, the white of its sheets begging to be corrupted. A leather armchair relaxed like an old friend in the corner. 

The window loomed in the background, the glorious insomniac city gleaming in, illuminating the room in a pallid glow. 

"Stay there," Martin began, excitedly; "The lighting's perfect." 

I stayed there, as he asked, and stared at him confused, my lips in a small pout. I heard the click of the camera, and feeling vainglorious and sexy, leaned on my hips, my hands on them, and a brilliant smile on my face. Click, click.

"Put your hands in your hair," he demanded. I was happy to oblige, knotting my fingers in the inky tendrils, smirking lasciviously as the camera offered its satisfying sound. Getting frisky, I removed my sweatshirt, and underneath it there was nothing save for my bra- a lacy little thing, black, flattering as it cupped my 34 Cs. I felt inward satisfaction as I felt them bounce and settle with the lifting of my arms. I saw Martin from the corner of my eye, snapping away, fascinated. My shorts fell to the ground. He whistled under his breath upon seeing the sheer black boyshorts I wore, mostly for my own amusement. His mouth hung, slightly agape at my poses- the sensual artificial light of the city pooling at my feet. 

"Do you want to take some nude shots?" I offered, coquettishly. He merely nodded, not trusting his words. 

The bra fell to the ground, revealing the tits that all the boys wanted to grab in high school. The nipples were pert with the change in temperature, aroused by the sudden cool air. My panties dropped languidly to the floor, my hips bobbing to and fro, just to tease poor Martin. I prayed he didn't notice the spot of white in those black shorts from the sheer sexuality of the situation, my delight in having my picture taken. I fluttered my eyelashes at the photographer, now underneath my spell. In a pouty voice, I addressed him.

"Martin," I whispered. 

He made a noise of acknowledgement. I looked him dead in the eye and he put his camera down, paying full attention to me, and I loved it. He cocked his head to the side.

"Kiss me." 

I found myself shocked at the quickness with which he rose, and striding across the room, he put his hands on my shoulders and his lips against mine. His lips were soft, but with the rough edge of a man. His mouth attacked mine, devouring me with one kiss. His tongue was skilled, and when it brushed mine the right way, I shivered against him. He kissed like a man who wanted to please a woman should. I lost my feistiness beneath those lips. My hands groped his shirt, furiously undoing the buttons and roughly pulling it down in order to get a glimpse of that alabaster skin. His hands, soft, tender, were around my back, supporting me, one found its way to my ass and grabbed it. I wanted to devour Martin, I wanted to consume him. He inconspicuously slipped off his shoes and socks and kicked them to the side. His pants followed, revealing the tent in his boxers. 

My hands were all over him, behind his ear, running through his long ashen hair, gripping his back. My lips nipped at his neck, his nipples, finding their way down. I took off his boxers with my teeth. His cock was large, bigger than most, and I took it in my hand immediately, pumping it, listening to the groans that passed through his parted lips. I replaced the hand with the mouth, sucking lightly, caressing the head. He gripped my hair roughly, forcing me down on it, and I let him, teasing him with my tongue, my teeth, my throat. 

"No more or I'll come," he pleaded, and when I rose, he pushed me against the bed, his mouth hot and needy on my neck. Sweat lubricated our skin, his body loomed over mine. He took my breasts in his hands and fondled them, teasing the nipple with his thumb, his tongue. I moaned, gripped his back, feeling the heat go straight between my legs. I was so wet with juices I could barely stand it. He continued to tease my tits, biting, suckling like a newborn. I felt his hard-on against my leg. 

"Goddammit," I cursed, "stop teasing me." 

He laughed the sound sending chills down my body as I felt his hand dip between my legs, reveling in the slick honey of my sex. To my enjoyment, he licked some of it off of his fingers before stroking once more. God, I had never been so turned on in my life. His fingers teased me, played with me, refusing to touch my clit. In impatience and need, I thrust my hips against him, begging him to touch the little bud that would send me to heaven and beyond. 

"Shhh," he whispered, a groan, "Let's not be in a hurry." 

I felt the tip of his cock sliding along my slit, and moaned in anticipation, delighted at the squishy sounds all of the juices I had conjured up were making. 

"Martiiiin," I whimpered, "Goddamn you, fuck me." 

Suddenly he had sheathed himself entirely in me, and I let out a loud cry of both surprise and pleasure. 

"You've been bad," he whispered sensually, groaning at the feeling of being inside a woman, "You let me take dirty pictures of you. You loved it, didn't you?"

His hand fingered my clit, flicking the bud repeatedly, making me whine with the overwhelming hotness of it. "Yess," I whimpered, thrusting my hips against him, begging him to move within me, "I love it when you take pictures of me."

"It makes you wet," he continued, his tongue lapping at the inside of my ear. 

"Yess," I sobbed, wanting him to move. He flicked his thumb over my neglected nipple, causing a new jolt of pleasure to be sent to my groin. I moaned, my senses heightened by arousal.

"Please," I cried, along with his name, and slowly he started rocking within me. 

"Like this?" he crooned, his hand still teasing my pert nipple. I groaned. 

"Harder," I managed to whisper. He thrust harder, pounding me. My breath came in little moans and whines and sighs as I felt him moving in and out of me, his cock hitting somewhere that made me tremble with pleasure, weep with wetness. 

"Now what?" he mused, his groans filling the air as well, heightening mine. "Nnn," I moaned, "Touch my clit!" He continued thrusting into me, putting my legs above my head so my entrance was tighter to him. Choked cries of passion found their way from me. I was being devoured. 

"Here?" he chortled, mid-groan, as he brushed his thumb over the nub of skin. I moaned loudly. "God yes, there," I screamed. I heard him spat on his hand and then I felt the cool slickness of his newly-lubed fingers rubbing me, and I could no longer stifle the chorus of sounds echoing from me. 

"Fuuuck," I groaned as he found his way deeper inside of me. I heard the sound of his balls slapping against my ass, and I cried for him. The sensations were overwhelming me, choking me, each thrust was better than the next, his groans sent pulsating heat through my veins... 

"Martiiin, I'm gonna..." I didn't even finish that sentence before I felt my orgasm ram all of my senses, force a loud final moan out of me. And right after, I heard a loud moan from Martin, and felt his seed drenching me inside. 

"Shiiit" he said in a sudden panic, pulling out, realizing he'd forgotten the condom in his car. I groaned at his absence. "Relax, I'm on the pill," I managed to choke out, calming his state of frenzy. I curled into his chest. 

"I came so hard," I whispered. 

He chuckled and said to me- 

"Next time you should wear stockings."



Scandalous Whore!



"You are one scandalous whore." Brent screams in fury. "It was you wasn't it? It was you that told Brock and Thomas about my affairs with their wives. It was you that told them where I was having diner that night. It was because you that I almost lost my life for."

"Christian is playing you for a fool. He found out what you were up too and decided to have you eliminated. I'm only surprise that he didn't send Brock and Thomas after me too that night."

"You are such a liar. I guess it is true what they say about bastard children."

Brent stands eye to eye with the erotic Naomi Royale and all he can feel is anger and betrayal. Behind those beautiful dark chocolate eyes lies the soul of a monster. She is beautiful. He can't deny that. She is beautiful but deadly.

"How dare you speak to me like that? You better remember who you are disrespecting white boy. I love you but I will see you in your grave before I allow you to talk to me like that."

"You don't love me you selfish bitch. You only love yourself."

"Naomi are you alright? Open up this door." A man's voice boomed behind the locked door.

"I see someone has been sharing camp stories around the fire with Christian. It is of no concern to me. Let him feel your head with past history and lies. I know you Brent Jacobs. I know you wouldn't sell him your shares."

"Maybe I will or maybe I won't. Maybe I will accept his offer and return to Lemoore Enterprises. I can serve as his lighten rod striking down any play to take away control of the company from him. I realize without my five percent of shares both sides are stuck in neutral. You and your partners couldn't force your will on the company and Christian wouldn't have the capitol to buy you all out. He will still have majority control of the company and serve as its C.E.O."

"Don't you try and abandon me Brent. I will not be abandon by you or any man ever in life again. Remember your promise to me."

"I never promised you a dam thing Naomi."

"Naomi let me in or I will go get security. Naomi, open this door."

"Yes you did. The night you came inside of me and promised that you will always be by my side and would be responsible for my happiness."

"I didn't break that promise. You did the moment you tried and have me killed like you did the prince. But I lived. I lived and now you are trying to destroy my life with Rebecca like you destroyed your father's life."

"No, you broke the promise the minute you decided to go for her. You thought you could abandon me with out repercussion. After all I did for you. I made you into the man that you are. Not Christian and definitely not that common trailer trash whore. I made you rich and desirable. Not that bitch. You wanted to run off and live a perfect little life with her but I had to remind you that sharks should only swim with their own kind."

"I hate you. Right now I could squeeze the life out of your body. I just wanted you to know that. I hate you. I love Rebecca. That's why I will leave here and return to my fiancée and make her my wife. And I'll tell you why. Rebecca is beauty on the inside as well as on the outside. She doesn't have your exotic looks and super model physique but she has a big heart and would never hurt me. Good bye Naomi."

"You will never be happy with her." Naomi laughs. "I will make sure of that my love."

"What ever."

"Brent if you walk through that door I will make it my personal mission in life to destroy that bitch. I will show up at your wedding. I will buy a home in your neighborhood. I will remind her everyday of what she already knows. That she is nothing compared to me. I will not lose you Brent. I will not lose my company. I am a fighter. If she or Christian thinks they are safe because Brent has turned a new leaf then they are sadly mistaken. You will be the man by my side."

"You are sick. Seriously, you needed medical attention."

"The only person that needs medical attention is that depressed bitch of yours. She is so weak. I would have never lost your baby."

"God dam you woman." Brent yells and reaches for Naomi's throat. "I will kill you. Leave us alone. Leave us alone."

"Hurry up." Manny demands. "He's killing her."

The blast of a shot gun brings him back to the light. He sees Naomi's smooth copper brown face turning flush at the end of his white hands.

"Get off of her." Sadir screams. 

The guards rush in and surround the bed. Naomi rubs her tamper neck and stares hard at Brent. When she first met Brent he was a skinny IT guy with long brown hair and crystal blue eyes. He was so young and innocent. He had a boyish charm that turned her on. She looks at him now in his dark gray Hugo Boss two piece suit and satin blue tie. He isn't the same little white boy she used to let play between her legs. 

"What is going on in my house? I demand to know." Sadir looks over at Naomi. She's still rubbing her neck as tears fall down from her eyes. "I can have you shot and killed as an intruder in my house."

"You could but then you would have to face the wrath of my business partner Christian. He knows that I am here. I'm sure he wouldn't let a great opportunity to regain the shares he lost in his empire pass him by. How will the American authorities feel if the man that holds a valuable percentage of a company that you have invested in is found shoot to death in your house? This is a gated community. They will know that you invited me in and murdered me in cold blood like the violent radical Islamic psycho path they love to villainies in this county."

"Maybe I won't kill you. I can easily order my men to take you out back and strap you down. I think I will enjoy flogging you over and over again like a slave. I know an excellent doctor. I can keep you here and not release you until the evidence of what I have done to you will only be scarred in your memory."

"I would like to see you or any one of your men put a finger on me. They will be forced to use those guns after I beat you into a bloody pulp."

"Take hold of him but don't shoot him here in the house." Sadir give his order only to receive Brent's fist to his face. He feels his jaw crack from his power before he falls down to the floor and hop down on top of Arab prince. If he was going to die then some one is coming with him. He put his murderous white hands around his thin neck and hears him gagging on his own spit. And then all of his senses go numb. He fades to black.

Brent always wondered where his soul would go when he died. He prayed for redemption and hoped that God would accept me in his arms but he's floating around in darkness and pain. All he can see is flames swirling around him. All he can hear is frames burning around me. He is in hell; a hell of his own doing. Brent's hell is full of whispers of familiar voices. He hears Brock's and Thomas's voices singing in my ear. Their voices filled me with a bitter coldness. He wonders where the devil with the pitch folk is is. Shouldn't he be here? I feel nothing but the dark murky nothingness that I am floating around in. I sense nothing but the presence of demons congregating over me. I hear their loud whispers. 

He is a bad man. He is a murderer. He was a fool. He feels his spirit sinking deeper into the abyss. Brent wants to scream out but all he can hear is the crackling voices of the dead. He is a murderer. He should rot in hell for eternality. Over and over again, he hears them ranting and raving and then suddenly the darkness lifts and the voices subside. It looks like the gates of heaven are opening up a door for him. He tries to float toward the bright light and white clouds swirling above me but the murky blackness that he has been floating around in sucks him back in. I am drowning in darkness. The more I struggle the deepen I sink. I can't break free. I feel trapped. I can't break its hold on me. I see Vanessa's face in the clouds. Dillon, free yourself. Dillon, break away from your darkness. I'm trying Vanessa. I am trying but the murky darkness surrounds me. I can't break free. I can't break free.

"Brent, wake up. Wake up." 

"Hmmm..." He groans from the pain shooting across my skull. "Rebecca is that you? You are my guiding light and my saving grace."

"Maybe we should move him out of the sun. He could be going blind."

"He's just disorientated. He will be fine. Move him down to the cabinet."

Brent hears voices and feels his body in motion but he is too gone to know what is going on as Sadir's men grab him by the arm and walk him down into the lower decks of the yacht. 

"Put him in on my bed. I will attend to his needs myself."

"Or you sure? Maybe we should tie from down first."

"I can handle him. Just make sure that we stay on course."

"I'll be by deck side if you need me."

"I finally have you alone my love. You are so strong. You can survive a head on collision. You can survive a crack over the head with a rifle."

"Rebecca where am I? Rebecca, how did I get here?"

"Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca..." Naomi mocks as she looks down on the five-foot-seven slim built white man with the beautiful blue eyes. "I swear I should have them crack you over the head again. Rebecca isn't here my love. I am."

"Rebecca..." Brent calls out. "I was in hell. I saw the flames. I heard the devil's crackling voice. You saved me Rebecca. You saved me from the darkness."

"I told you that Vanessa isn't here."

"Ouch....why did you hit me Rebecca?"

"Open your eyes Brent. Open your fucking eyes." 

He feels my eyes being force open by prying fingers. His vision is still blurry but he can make out shapes and imagines a bit clearly. He makes out a face. He squeezes his lids hard together and reopens his eyes.

"You are such a whiny little bitch. Rebecca, Rebecca I was in hell. You saved me. No, I saved you from a pathetic life. Your dumb ass wasn't in hell boy. You were under a medicated induced comma for you own good. The flames and crackling you thought you saw and heard is the sun and the wind."

"Get off of me Naomi." Brent says in a faint voice and struggles to move but he feels so weak. "Where am I?" 

"You are on Sadir's private yacht. He is very upset with you for breaking his jaw. But he tangled with the bull and got the horns. Rebecca, Rebecca, you are my guiding light."

Naomi reaches back and slaps his face leaving a red mark on his ivory skin. Naomi is five-foot-nine with long curvy legs and wavy hair that flows down her back. She's a size six with an hour glass figure and luscious curves.

"You thought you were in hell before well my love you haven't experience anything yet until you experience a woman's wrath. You are so lucky that I love you or I might be tempted to put my hands around your neck and choke you like you choked me a couple of weeks ago. But you look so helpless lying in my bed. It reminds me of how you looked when I first met you. Helpless. Weak. I took pity on you then and I do now my love."

Naomi harsh words are accompanied by her hands caressing the side of his face. Brent's vision is slowly clearing and the numbness is starting to subside. Naomi is perch on top of his lap and is caressing his face.

"She's made you so weak and vulnerable. I can't stand it. All the hard work and time I invested in you and she is the woman that you are willing to abandon me for. You deserve to die Brent. I rather see in your grave then living your life weak and afraid. I was so angry with you Brent. You walked out on me and went to her. What could she offer you? You made me feel emotions. I become envious and jealous of her pull on you. I didn't send Thomas and Brock to kill you Dillon. I sent them to kill her. I wanted her dead and you back in my arms. Never send boys to do a woman's work. "

"Get off of me."

"Don't struggle Brent. You will only hurt yourself."

Naomi has him pin down to the bed and he is at the mercy of a woman that shows no mercy. Once again Naomi is the one in control and he is helpless to stop her.

"My heart stopped beating when I heard the news of your accident. I wanted to visit you in the hospital but that bitch was there hovering over you like a vulture. I hate her. I wanted to strangle the life out of her but you were so attached to her. I needed you to get strong but that accident left you a weak man. You were so weak. I saw a man full of fear and regret. So I told you what you needed to hear. I knew your heart still belonged to me. I knew you wouldn't walk away and allow the men that dishonor me and tried to take your life live. How did it feel taking so many lives? So many overdoses and dead bodies found at the club, the police said it was the most gruesome scene they had ever witness. Big Brock founded drowned in his own fluids and Thomas founded strangled to death by his homosexual lover. That was priceless. I got so wet reading about their fates. I wanted you so bad but you disappeared. I've waited a long time to have you back in my bed."

"Naomi." He calls out her name with a faint voice. "What are you doing?"

"I'm reminding you of the night that you promised to be my protector and lover." Naomi says and kisses his cheek.

"I wonder in your weaken state can your dick get hard. It will soon and when it does I am going to climb on top of you like I did that night and ride that hard dick until you remember your promise to me."

"Naomi don't." He pleas and turns his head away from her face.

He tries to resist her but Naomi is so strong. He never realized how strong of a woman she is until her fingers are around his throat. He tries to turn his head to the other side but she tightens her grip around his larynx and lowers her lips on his lips. He doesn't want to open his mouth and receive her tongue but her grip around my neck has him at her mercy. She forces her tongue in and licks the surface of his tongue. She loosens her grip around his neck and places her hands on both sides of Brent's face. Naomi smothers him with wet kisses and forces her will on me.

"Don't fight me." Naomi warns and then bites into his lower lips. "That is our blood oath." She says as tiny streams of blood tickle down his chin. "The more you fight me the more I will take it out on her. You left her unprotected. Who's looking over her while you are here? Your Family? I will destroy her if you anger me and then who will you run home too?"

"Naomi, please don't hurt her."

"Naomi, please don't hurt her." Naomi mocks. "Rebecca...Rebecca....Rebecca...I hate her."

Naomi reaches under the shirt he has on and runs her long nails deep into his flesh drawing blood. He jumps in responsive.

"If you can feel pain then you can feel pleasure too." Naomi says with a devilish look in her eyes. 

"Naomi, please don't do this."

"Naomi, please don't do this." She repeats his desperate pleas. "I will take what I want from you rather you like it or not."

He feels Naomi sliding down his slim body. She reaches the end of the bed and he hears his zipper being unzipped. Naomi reaches in and pulls out his penis. She caresses his head and shaft. He looks down and sees the beautiful caramel skin Egyptian princess putting her luscious lips on the head of his penis. 

"Mmmm...." Naomi moans and sucks on the head of his penis.

"Is everything alright in there?" Some one yells through the door. "Has he come around yet?"

"Go away." Naomi yells and goes back to sucking and moaning, licking and groaning, pulling and jerking and coating his penis with warm saliva. "Ummm... I can feel him growing thick in my mouth. He wants me. You will too."

Tears are streaming down Brent's face. He feels so betrayed by his body. When he needs the strength and strong resolve of the bull to fight Naomi off of him he has falling weak. He can't stop her. He can't stop his penis from growing thick and long in her warm mouth. She knows him, knows his body. Brent's cock grows eight inches long and extremely thick. Naomi runs her tongue along his bulging veins. He can't stop her from climbing back on top of him and sliding his thick white cock inside of her warm black pussy. 

"Ooh yes...Ooh yes....Ooh yes..." Naomi moans over and over again. "Yes Brent yes. Fuck me with that big white cock. How does it feel to be fucked by me again? How does it feel to get this sweet chocolate pussy? Talk to me baby. Tell me this is what you want. Tell me that I am the woman that you have always desired. Oh Brent, my love, you are my prince, my big daddy, my love."

Naomi leans forward and rests one of her hands next to his face, her other hand is wrap around his neck. He looks up at her. Sweat is running down her copper face as she grinds her wet pussy on his big white dick. Naomi is beauty. He can't deny that. 

"You belong to me. You belong to me. You belong to me." 

His teeth are grinding inside of his mouth as my body goes from pain to pleasure, pleasure to pain. Even a blow to the head isn't enough pain to subdue his body. Naomi feels good and she knows it. Naomi has a wick smile on her face as the pleasure of her riding on his penis is written all over his face.

"Oh yes..." Naomi groans and swings her hips hard. "Oh yes...Oh yes... I can feel him throbbing inside of me. Oh yes Brent fill my body up with your come."

Brent grits his teeth and releases a deep but faint groan. Naomi legs shake and she leans in a kisses me. 

"I needed that so bad my love. I have been consumed by anger and pain. You hurt me Brent when you said that you hated me. Now I can feel your love dripping out of me. You are my love."

Naomi pulls off her dress and strips down. She takes off her bra and lies down on Brent's chest. Naomi thick brown nipples and big breasts push into his chest. He puts his hands on her soft ass and they both know that it won't be long before he is ready to go again.  



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She put the phone down, lifted the briefcase onto her lap and went through each sheet of paper, but had no luck. "I looked over those papers last night," she muttered. "I was in the study and I had the entire stack on my desk."

Then she flashed back to earlier that morning when Kira and she were in her study. She suddenly remembered the shack of papers that had slid to the floor.

She picked up the phone. "Hey Kael? I think I left them in my study. Actually, I would have forgotten them if you hadn't called. Anyway, just hang tight. I'm going to go back to my study and when I find them, I'll call you right back, ok?"

"Ok Melinda. Thanks. Bye."

"Bye." She clicked off the phone and pulled back into the garage,  Then she grabbed her briefcase and went back into the house.

~~~

"Like I told you before, Lexi, it's easy to get someone sprung. A little sex, a little flattery and a hellacious body like mine always works," Kira said as she sipped on a cold glass of orange juice.

She took the glass, wandered out of the kitchen and into the study. "Take Melinda, for example. "Here she is, owner of her own law firm, but she's lonely as hell. Desperate, even!"

"Kira!" Lexi exclaimed. "Don't be mean!"

"Mean? You want to talk about mean? This woman is a barracuda in the courtroom. I've seen it! Melinda's a beast when it comes to work. She's gotten million-dollar legal judgments just like that! But for some reason, she's just so weak and stupid when it comes to relationships. I mean, let her tell it, her last girlfriend did her wrong!" 

"And you're not?" Lexi interjected.

"Me? Honey, I'm just enjoying the fruits of my labor," Kira said as she took another sip of the cool liquid. "And I'll have you know that I work for mines. For example, I have to keep this woman satisfied night after night. I have to get deep in it, know what I'm sayin'? And to top it all off? She's not even that great of a lover! In fact, she should be paying me! Hell, I certainly deserve it!"

As she continued chatting, Kira cradled the receiver in the crook of her neck as went back into the kitchen and refilled her glass with more orange juice. "See, Lexi, let me fill you in on how to properly seduce a lonely, desperate, rich woman...," she began as she headed, nude, back upstairs.

As she left, Kira never noticed Melinda standing inside the kitchen at the back doorway.

~~~

"Oh my goodness," Noelle panted as she and Brynn sat on the benches in the women's locker room. Noelle, fresh out of the shower, was wrapped in a soft, white plush towel. "That class was rough!" she said. "Where did you find that guy? What is he, a military operative or something?"

"I found him on the Internet. Excuse me, the Innanet," Brynn laughed. "But you held your own, girlie! I'm proud of you!"

Noelle grinned as she stood up and dropped her towel. Her body was deliciously nude and her skin still gleamed with drops of moisture. Light muscle definition in her arms and legs gave her body a sensuous shape. Her olive skin, teased with just a hint of honey brown, was smooth and blemish-free. Her soft breasts, capped with light-brown nipples, sat high and full on her chest. Her firm legs were long, with slender hips that sloped into delicate thighs and firm calves. 

Right after the exercise class, she'd let her hair down and cleansed it underneath the warm spray of the shower. As such, her lengthy tresses now fell, long and dark, in silky, damp waves over her shoulders and down her back.

As Brynn stared, Noelle carefully dried the last bit of moisture off her skin, then applied a light coat of a fragrant coconut oil all over her body. She also sprayed a bit of liquid gold shimmer on her olive skin for an extra Glam effect. Then she reached into her locker and slipped into a skimpy pair of pink panties and a soft-pink, flowy summer dress that skimmed her lean physique.

Brynn whistled at Noelle's incredible body. "I see our exercise classes are paying off. You look amazing!"

Noelle turned around in her direction, then gave a mock curtsey. "Well, my best friend just happens to be an exercise beast. The Marquis de Sade, herself! So, I can't help but be in shape!"

~~~

Melinda silently retrieved her documents from her desk in the study and quietly left through the kitchen and out the back door. As she reflected on what she'd just seen, she sat in the driver's seat of her Mercedes-Benz, scalding-hot tears slipping fast and close down her face. 

Sniffling, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. She dialed quickly as she leaned over, reached in the glove compartment and pulled out a small package of tissue.

A soft voice answered. "Melinda Buchanan's office, this is her secretary, Theresa. How can I help you?"

"Hi Theresa? It's Melinda," she said as she dabbed her eyes with the tissue.

"Yes, I caught your cell number, Ms. Buchanan. Are you coming in today? I have a few phone calls – "

Put those on hold. I need you to do a few things for me. It's about Kira." Melinda took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. "I think I'm finally letting her go." At the words, Melinda began to weep.

"Hmmph," Theresa said. "And not a moment too soon. You know I never liked that trollop. I can't understand why a woman as sweet as you –"

Melinda chuckled as she dried her eyes. "Hold on, Theresa. Let me finish, because we don't have much time. Turns out, you've been right all along. So, yes, it's time to get even." 

She took a deep breath. "But first, remember that...umm...fixer you recommended a while ago? You said he was a good friend of yours?"

"You mean Khalid?" Theresa asked.

"Yes, him. But his name? Khalid? Is he African-American?"

"Actually, his name is Khalid Boutros. He's Egyptian. And his associate is Awan Allam. They work as a team."

Melinda nodded. "Oh, ok. Wow. Anyway, are they still available to help me fix this?"

"First of all, with all due respect, Melinda, don't ever call them 'fixers.' They're 'personal assistants.' Second, I know they're going to take a new job with Will and Jada, but I'll call and see if they can do a special project for you."

Melinda exhaled, finally able to relax. "Do that. And try to get them today. Now, if possible." She dabbed her eyes again with the tissue, then settled herself. "Anyway, here's what I want you to do about Kira..."

~~~

"So how's your latest collection coming along?" Brynn asked as she cut into a thick stack of rich, buttermilk pancakes. "Are you making any headway on getting more paintings done?"

The ladies were seated comfortably at the Pink Rose Café, a trendy eatery right on Collins Avenue in South Beach.

Having chosen a healthier, fresh fruit plate, Noelle bit into a juicy, ripe strawberry. "Yes, I am. It's going well. Very well. Actually, I'm painting up a storm! I'm making a lot of progress on my new series about the Four Elements. I just finished the Fire collection and I'm sketching ideas for Water. I'm telling you, Brynn, this series going to be fantastic! My best work yet! I'm serious, I'm finally going to be a successful artist, I just know it!"

"Sounds great," Brynn said as she gained even more momentum on the delicious pancakes.

Noelle smiled. "Actually, I'm painting now more than ever, thanks to that fantastic loft and warehouse your dad just found for me." She shook her head. "I still can't believe y'all found me such a cool space in right in Miami Beach. Miami Beach! And it overlooks the Biscayne Bay! I get a great view of the water and an awesome view of the neon lights of Miami!"

Brynn stuffed yet another heaping forkful of pancakes in her mouth and chewed quickly. "Yeah, it's a great view. So you've been there a couple of weeks now. You really dig the place so far?" she asked over the food.

"I love it!" Noelle exclaimed. "I love that I'm on the top floor of a three-story warehouse. And I love that I have the building all to myself. Now, you haven't really seen the place since I moved in, have you?"

Brynn shook her head. "I keep meaning to come through, but I've been crazy busy at the office."

"Well, I use the bottom floor to display all of my work. And I just may turn it into my official showroom. I use second the floor to store all of my art supplies and other stuff, and I live on the third floor." 

Noelle paused to take a sip of her still-warm caramel-flavored cappuccino. "And I really love how your dad arranged all those renovations," she continued. "First, I love that the interior is entirely made of brick with those pretty cherry wood accents. And the wood is polished so beautifully and the brick was laid so well! And each floor's got tons of huge, floor-to-ceiling windows where all of the sunlight comes in. And the view is sensational! The water is absolutely beautiful from first thing in the morning, to late at night. Then, in my loft, in the main room itself? I've got all of that open space! I set up my easel in the middle and put my couch and my other living room furniture on one side, and my dining room set off to the other. 

Noelle was talking so fast, that she had to take a breath. "And the kitchen?" she continued, "Fabulous! I love that dark blue granite on the countertops! And the ocean-blue tiled backspash? Beautiful! And I can't believe y'all got that Wolf oven and the Sub Zero fridge!"

Brynn just smiled.

"And the bathrooms are incredible! And thanks for the whirlpool tub in the master bedroom. And those bedrooms?" Noelle swooned. "They're huge! I use one for myself and I turned the other one into my office." She took a bite of a ripe piece of melon. "I swear, Brynn, I absolutely love it!"

"Great. Glad you like it. But you know...that open space? It's be good for some bondage training," Brynn winked as she kept eating with a fast pace. "You could handcuff some lovely lady to the radiator next to one of those open windows..."

Noelle blushed. "Brynn!"

"Well, hey. You need a little spice in your life! And you could use some whips and chains too!"

Noelle shook her head. "Bondage? Whips and chains? No way. That's too much."

Brynn shrugged. "Alright. Stay in your boring, vanilla life." Having scarfed down her pancakes in record time, she set her fork down and leaned back from the table. 

Though Brynn and Noelle were both twenty-six, Brynn was still a true sk8ter girl. Enjoying a well-deserved day off from working in her parent's commercial real estate office, she was dressed casually in a collection of layered tank tops, a tight pair of low-rider jeans and graffiti-embellished sneakers. 

The scant material of her tank tops revealed much of her pecan-brown skin, which sparkled in the sunlight streaming in from the windows. Brynn shook out her shaggy, shoulder-length, razor-edged tresses, then took a cool drink of her glass of ice water. "Anyway, I'm glad you like your new place."

"I love it. But really. Thanks for hooking me up. I really appreciate it. My own place was so cramped. I barely had room to live, let alone paint."

"Well, hey," Brynn smiled, "I've been offering you that place for months! 'Cause on the real? You needed to get out of that broom closet you called an apartment. Plus, what good's my dad being a commercial real estate developer, if I can't hook my friends up, right?" 

"You always were the lucky one," Noelle said wistfully. "Your family's so rich and you always had so much. And I really did need a bigger place, but I never, ever wanted to take advantage of you."

"You're my friend, hon," Brynn said as she reached out and put her hand on Noelle's. "What's mine, is yours. You know that! We've been friends way too long for me not to help you when you need it." 

Brynn took a big gulp of her orange juice. "Anyway, talking about lucky breaks? You're the beautiful one," she said. "I checked you out in the gym today. You're absolutely gorgeous! Your skin? Your hair? Your body? All very hot! And no one I know looks quite like you. No one!"

"Well, you're the rich one," Noelle answered as she motioned toward Brynn's sleek leather backpack sitting on the chair next to her. "No one I know...well...spends like you! No one!"

The two friends laughed. "Actually I just went on a shopping spree last week, so you got that right," Brynn replied as she stroked the backpack's supple black leather. "You got that right!"

~~~

"Come on, Lexi. Let's go."

Kira cradled the expensive garments in her hand as she headed toward the cashier. Since leaving Melinda's home earlier, she took the Porsche, picked up Lexi and they were now at the Village of Merrick Park, an upscale collection of stores in Coral Gables, in Kira's favorite high-end dress shop. Between the two of them, they'd spent the better part of the morning in and out of the fitting rooms.

Lexi panted as she struggled to keep up. "Damn, Kira. Wait!" She shifted the collection of gowns in her own hands as she tagged behind Kira's swiftly moving frame."

"Anything else, ladies?" the saleswoman smirked as she took in the mounds of expensive outfits in their arms.

"Yes," Kira snapped. "Don't forget the clothes we have back behind the counter. The ones we chose forty-five minutes ago."

"Yes, Ma'am." The saleswoman painted on a plastic smile as she retrieved the second set of items hanging on the back clothing rack.

Kira turned to Lexi as the saleswoman began ringing up the order. "See, Lexi," Kira began, "when you have a generous girlfriend, you won't have to work either. You won't have to slave behind a counter tallying up someone else's bill."

The saleswoman cut her eyes at Kira, but kept silent as she continued scanning the exorbitant price tags.

"Kira, you could be nicer," Lexi warned.

Kira just rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

"Ok, Ma'am," the saleswoman said. "That'll be $7,809.16, please."

Kira didn't even blink as she whipped out the black American Express card and thrust it at her. She didn't hesitate to wriggle her fingers, showing off Melinda's ring. "Here you go, sweetie. And I was going to add in a tip, but I really think you need to work on your attitude first."

"Kira!" Lexi exclaimed "Damn!"

The saleswoman slid the card through the reader, then she frowned. She slid it through again.

Kira was oblivious as she turned back to her friend. "Listen, Lexi. I reward good service. I just don't have time for smart-alecky salespeople. They should know by now –"

"Umm...Ma'am?" the saleswoman interrupted. "This card doesn't seem to be working. Let me call it in."

Kira turned back to the saleswoman on the phone. "Excuse me?"

The saleswoman held up her hand as she picked up the phone and dialed. After a brief conversation, she hung up. "Ma'am? This card has been cancelled. Do you have another card?"

Kira flushed scarlet red. "Another card? I don't understand."

"According to American Express, Ms. Buchanan cancelled that account this morning. So, again, do you have another card?"

"Hold on. I'm calling her now." Kira fished her cell phone out of her purse and jabbed at the buttons.

A soft voice answered on the first ring. "Hello. Melinda Buchanan's office. This is Theresa. How can I –"

"Hello? I need to speak to Melinda! Now!"

"Who's calling?

"You know this is me, Theresa. Put her on the phone now!"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at Merrick Park," Kira snapped. "The mall in Coral Gables."

"Which store?"

"I'm in Cassandra Etienne's Boutique."

"Where are you parked?"

Kira's blood began to boil. "Just get Melinda on the phone!"

"Where are you parked?" Theresa repeated, her voice calm and even.

"At the valet, of course."

"Ok. Anyway, Melinda has a message for you. She wants you to just stay put, but just meet her at the valet booth. She's on her way."

"Fine!" Kira clicked off the phone in a huff. However, all the breath went out of her as she turned back toward the clerk.

The saleswoman stood there with a delightful smirk on her face. "Again, Ma'am," she clipped, "that'll be $7,809.16. Do you have another card?"

~~~

At the restaurant, Noelle was finishing up the last of her fruit plate when Brynn cleared her throat.

"We're still on for lunch tomorrow, right? At the Italian Rose?" Brynn asked, running her hand through her hair, the tousled layers slipping through her fingers.

Noelle nodded. "Right."

"Good. And by the way, Noelle, I need your car today."

"You need the Honda?" Noelle gasped. "Are you slumming?"

"No, you hussy. I need to switch cars," Brynn chuckled. "You know that cute stewardess I told you about a few days ago? We're having our first lunch date today and I think that a Lamborghini is just too conspicuous for a first meeting, you know?"

"Well, that's your fault for being so rich," Noelle teased. 

Brynn laughed. "Wait till I tell that to my dad. He'd love hearing that his lifelong work as Miami's premiere African-American real estate developer led to his daughter's moral demise."

Noelle almost spit out her drink from laughing. "Riiight. Tell that to your dad. I dare you."

Laughing, Brynn reached into her purse. "Also, I need another favor."

Noelle bowed her head in mock reverence. "Yes, Mistress?"

Brynn stuck out her tongue as she handed Noelle a tiny receipt. "But seriously, I need you to go to Coral Gables. The Village of Merrick Park. You know that mall, right?"

Noelle nodded as she took the slip of paper. "The open-air one, right?"

"Right. Go to the Jimmy Choo store and pick up a gift for my mom. I'm going to call ahead and tell them you're coming. You're picking up two pairs of shoes and they're already paid for. Just take this receipt and they'll give 'em to you. I'd go myself, but I've got that lunch date. I want to give Mom the shoes tonight."

"Sure," Noelle said. "Just take the jet-black Lamborghini and go to the Jimmy Choo store and pick up two pairs of insanely expensive shoes. Anything else you need? Want me to stop by the bank, hit the safe deposit box and pick up a wad of cash while I'm out? Or take the private jet to Paris and pick up a late supper?" Noelle said as she dissolved into a pool of giggles. 

Noelle had been teasing Brynn about her wealth ever since they were twelve. That was the year Brynn's parents really benefited from Miami's booming commercial real estate market. Once the money started flowing in, the family moved into a sprawling estate in Bal Harbor and shuttled their three kids off to boarding school.

Brynn always returned the favor by teasing Noelle about being such a striking, natural beauty. "You're such a smartass," Brynn quipped as she reached for the bill. "Don't you have a Top Model photo shoot with Nigel Barker and Jay Manuel or something?"

The girls laughed as they silently reaffirmed that no matter the wealth or the beauty between them, their deep friendship always took top priority.

~~~

Melinda Buchanan's gleaming metallic ruby-red Porsche Boxter sat majestically in the sparkling Miami sun. However, its heated interior kept Kira outside. She sat on the bench in front of the valet station for a full thirty minutes, angrily twirling the keys in her hand.

Lexi, sitting next to her, just kept quiet.

The tall, dark-complexioned male valet attendant, who'd brought the car out, just stared at the twosome, shaking his head. The loud, boisterous woman asked him to bring the Porsche around, but so far neither woman got in the car. The loud woman just sat on the bench fuming, while the quieter woman sat silently. The valet attendant went back to work as Kira and Lexi waited expectantly.

Suddenly, in an instant, a dark blue sedan pulled into the valet lane. Two husky men, both in dark blue suits and dark sunglasses, nearly took up the entire front cabin of the car.

The car stopped in front of the women and one of the men climbed out of the passenger's side. As Kira stared, the dark olive gentleman, still in his sunglasses, stood to a full 6'5" in height. Towering in the hot sun, he walked directly to Kira.




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"Kira Summers?"

"Yes. Who are –"

He removed his sunglasses. "My name is Khalid. Ms. Buchanan's personal assistant.

Kira blinked. She thought the tall man appeared to be Saudi Arabian, his speech leaned toward his natural Egyptian heritage. As she looked at his massive frame, he was not as husky as she once thought. She found he was just extremely muscular and fit. Though she admired his physique, his new association with Melinda automatically made him an enemy. 

Kira gave him her best steely glare. "Personal assistant? She never had a –"

"She does now," he said, unfazed.

Kira shook her head as she looked in the car. "Where's Melinda? Theresa said she'd be here."

"She's busy. But she has a message for you. But first...," he trailed off as he reached toward her and deftly snatched the car keys from her hand. "I'll take these." He slid the keys into his pocket.

Kira exploded. "Wait! Those are mine!"

"Correction. These are Ms. Buchanan's." Khalid then motioned to the man in the car. "Awan!"

The second man, Awan Allam, sharing the same heritage and physical build as Khalid, stepped out of the driver's side of the car, carrying a briefcase. He walked to the rear of the sedan and set the briefcase on the trunk. Opening the briefcase, he retrieved a manila folder and handed it to Khalid.

Khalid reached into the folder, pulled out three sheets of paper and handed them to the valet attendant. "Here's the official title to the automobile, along with a notarized affidavit that I am the legal custodian of the car until I can return it to the rightful owner, Ms. Melinda Buchanan. The third piece of paper is a copy of my current driver's license to verify my identity."

The attendant quickly examined the documents, nodded, then handed them back to Khalid. The attendant, an amused grin on his face, glanced at Kira and shrugged his shoulders. "Looks official to me. He gets the car."

Sparks nearly shot out of Kira's eyes. 

Before she could speak, Khalid again motioned to his companion. The man closed the briefcase, set it on the ground, then used the remote on his keys to pop the trunk. He quickly began to unload several brown paper bags and set them on the ground. He then pulled out two large garbage bags.

"Here are your clothes and other personal belongings," Khalid said. "Melinda had me pack up your things from the house."

Kira regained her voice. "What! First of all, I don't believe that she's actually kicking me out. Second, even if she were, I need to get my own stuff. How do I know you didn't –"

"I didn't." Khalid pulled out another sheet of paper and handed it to Kira. "Here's a notarized affidavit that I removed your all of your belongings, that I didn't forget anything and that I didn't take anything for myself."

Khalid then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope. "Here's a message from Melinda. You'll also find a small payment that should at least take care of your cab fare home."

He smoothly put his sunglasses back on and strode to the Porsche. "Have a nice day," he said as he slid behind the wheel. In only a matter of seconds, he sped off, followed closely by the dark sedan.

Kira, mouth agape, turned to Lexi. She ripped open the envelope. Inside, she found cash and a single piece of paper. Her eyes widened as she counted out a mere, three twenty-dollar bills. Then, in a husky voice filled with raw emotion, Kira read the single sentence typed neatly on the thin piece of paper: 

"Next time, before you brag about taking advantage of a lonely, rich woman, MAKE SURE SHE'S NOT STANDING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

Lexi was speechless as she peeked over Kira's shoulder to read the note. However, looking at Kira's face, she rushed to cover her ears as Kira's inhuman scream rang out in the parking lot.

~~~

After her lunch with Brynn, Noelle easily maneuvered the sparkling Lamborghini around Miami, though Coral Gables and straight to the Village at Merrick Park mall. As she pulled up to the valet, she heard an ungodly wailing from a pretty, golden-brown girl. She actually heard the scream before she ever saw the woman's face. Noelle quickly put the car in park, jumped out and ran over.

As she approached, Noelle was immediately struck by how attractive the woman was. 

The fit and trim woman had long, auburn hair that had been tousled and teased into full, luxurious waves that flowed over her shoulders. She had impeccable makeup, complete with gorgeous ruby-red lips. She wore a deep-violet designer silk tube top with a pair of black short-shorts. Dangerously high heels made the golden-brown woman's rounded ass more pert and her legs longer and more luscious.

Standing next to her was a curvier, warm bronze woman, but seemingly more quiet. 

Quickly she regained her composure.

Noelle cleared her throat. "Excuse me, ma'am? Can I help?"

~~~

Just by chance, Kira saw the jet-black luxury car before she ever saw the woman inside. 

"Is that a Lamborghini Gallardo?" she whispered. "Damn!" Noticing the impeccable detail on the jet-black, high-priced vehicle, she turned up the dramatics to insure a meeting with its driver.

"Nooooo!" Kira wailed, thrashing her hands. "I can't believe this!"

As if on cue, the tall, slender woman stopped the car and got out, heading directly for her and Lexi. Kira noticed the woman's soft pink sundress with matching sandals and smiled inwardly. 

Ahhh. A pink sundress? Kira thought. She must be demure. And that's a good sign. Probably means she's a pushover.

"Excuse me, ma'am? Can I help?" the woman asked as she walked up.

Kira bawled even harder, her crocodile tears burning her cheeks. After a few moments, she finally began to calm down.

"I'm sorry," Kira sniffed. It seems as if I don't have a ride." For extra effect, Kira mustered up a few more tears.

"What happened?" Noelle asked.

"Umm...my car...it just got towed. I'm stranded!" 

Lexi's eyes widened. 

Kira shot a look at Lexi. When Lexi cowered, Kira turned back to the woman. "Actually, we're stranded."

The pretty woman smiled as she eyed Kira up and down. "Well, maybe I can help. First off, my name is Noelle. And you are?"

"Kira," she smiled. "And this is Lexi. Thanks for coming to our rescue."

"I can definitely help," Noelle said. "But I have a few things to do first. So why don't you both come with me?"

~~~

Kira and Lexi followed Noelle as she led the ladies into the mall. "I just have to run an errand real quick," Noelle said.

Seeing that Noelle was heading straight for the Jimmy Choo store, Kira shot a glance at Lexi.

"What the hell? Jimmy Choo's?" Kira whispered.

Entering the exclusive store, Kira watched as Noelle walked right up to the counter, reached into her purse and handed the clerk her receipt. "Hi there. I'm here to pick these up, please?"

The clerk glanced at the receipt. "Oh yes, Ms. Douglas. We've been expecting you."

Kira smirked at Lexi. 

"I'll be right back," the clerk said as she headed into the back room.

A few moments later, the clerk returned with two elegant boxes. She sat them on the counter. She opened up each box and showed the shoes to Noelle. After Noelle inspected each pair, she nodded. 

Kira didn't miss an opportunity to peek at the shoes. "Damn!" she said under her breath. "She's got the new fall collection already? Those are the new metallic leather sandals! The new Leroys and the new Lexings!" 

The clerk then put the shoes back into the boxes, slid them into an exquisitely designed bag and handed it to Noelle. "Thanks for coming," the clerk said with a warm smile. "Please come again."

"Thanks a lot," Noelle said. She turned to Kira and Lexi. "Ok, ladies. I'm ready to go."

Kira began to salivate even before they left the store.

~~~

Thirty minutes later, Noelle pulled up to the curb in front of Melinda's spacious home. "Wow," Noelle said. "You live here?"

Lexi snorted from the front seat.

Kira, sitting next to her, both of them squished into two-seater's passenger's seat, spun around and shot her an evil look. Then she turned back to Noelle with a smile on her face. "Well, just temporarily. My house is being painted from top to bottom, so I'm renting a place for a while."

"Some place," Noelle said. "Anyway, you have great taste!"

Lexi choked back a laugh.

Kira swiftly opened her car door and stepped outside. "Let me let you out, Lexi," she said sternly. "Go wait for me and I'll be there in a minute."

"Nice to meet you, Noelle," Lexi said as she stepped out of the car. "And good luck," she tossed over her shoulder as she headed up the driveway.

"Anyway," Kira said as she took Noelle's hand in hers. "Thanks for the ride. You're very generous."

"Thanks. You were a damsel in distress. I was happy to help."

"So. Seeing that I'm...displaced...you should take me out. In fact, I say we're going out tomorrow. For lunch."

Noelle laughed. "You're certainly upfront, aren't you." Then she remembered her lunch plans with Brynn. "Wait. I can't tomorrow. The day after is good, though."

"Ok," Kira said. "The day after for lunch."

Noelle smiled. "Lunch it is."

~~~

"So what's been up? What's new?" Brynn asked the next afternoon, her fork digging into a fresh bowl of pasta. They were having lunch at the Italian Rose Restaurant, one of their favorite spots in Fort Lauderdale, sharing a bottle of red wine.

"Well...I met someone," Noelle blurted out. "And we're going out tomorrow."

Brynn blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah. And she's cute."

Brynn took another bite. "Mmm hmm. You've said that before."

"And she seems sweet."

"Mmm hmm. You've said that before, too."

Noelle waved her hand. "Come on. I'm sure she's harmless."

"Ok. Now you're three for three." Brynn set her fork down and wiped her hands on her napkin. "Ok. Let's start from the beginning. Where did y'all meet?"

"At the mall."

"Hmm. When?"

"Yesterday."

Brynn nodded her head. "Hmm. Ok. Where at the mall?"

"Ummm..." Noelle paused. "At the valet booth."

"Hmm. The same day you took the Lamborghini." Brynn tilted her head. "Did she see you driving the car?"

"Ummm...yeah."

Brynn began to chuckle. "So she saw you driving an expensive car. Ok. What next?"

"Well...we went to the Jimmy Choo store. But it's not what you –"

Brynn slapped her hand on the table. "Ha! So she first saw you driving an expensive car, then followed you into one of the most expensive stores in the mall? You're batting a thousand! Go on, tell me more!" she giggled.

Noelle sighed. "It's not like that. Anyway, as I was driving her home, I –"

Brynn threw up her hands. "Tell me you didn't give her a ride home!"

Noelle looked down. "Yes. They needed a ride." 

"They?"

"Her and her friend."

Brynn frowned. "Where were their cars?"

"Kira's car got towed."

"Kira? That's her name?" Brynn grunted. "And she doesn't have road service? And the other girl didn't have a ride either? And they didn't have other friends to come and pick them up? And they didn't have cab fare?" 

Brynn shook her head. "You mean to tell me she'd let a perfect stranger take her home and let said-stranger know where she lived?" Brynn shook her head again. "Well, where did you drop her off?"

"Coral Gables. In front of this huge mansion. It was beautiful, really."

"Did she actually go inside the house, or did she just stand outside?" Brynn laughed.

"Come on!"

"Ok, ok," Brynn said. "Ok. What do we have? Perfect stranger. No car. And deadbeat friends. Sounds great," Brynn giggled. "She must have a nice ass."

Noelle flashed on Kira's fierce, rounded curves.

"Hmm." Brynn picked up her fork again and began to eat. "Your silence tells me that she does have a nice ass," she winked. "Ok. What next?"

Noelle waved the waiter over and asked for a glass of water. When he left, her shoulders sagged. "I don't feel like talking about it anymore."

"I bet you don't." Brynn leaned forward. "Sorry to tell you, but you got played, honey. Just chalk it up to niceassedness."

"What?"

"Nevermind," Brynn sighed. "Anyway, remember yesterday morning when we were at the gym and I told you that I had something for you? Well, I was going to wait to give this to you, but I think you need this now, more than ever." She reached into her large handbag and pulled out a small paperback book. "Here."

Noelle looked at the book's jet-black cover. "What's this?"

"Read it."

Noelle read the cover aloud. "Lesbian Domination and Submission? What the hell?" She tried to lower her voice. "Brynn, are you crazy? Are you freakin' insane?"

"Hear me out. Now, I don't expect you to actually go and get some whips and chains. But I do want you to start taking up for yourself. This chick was about to seriously drain you dry! And not in a good way." Brynn pointed to the book. "Just read it. And use it to get some backbone!"

Noelle turned the book over and looked at the back cover. On it, was a picture of a stunning, but blindfolded, chocolate-brown woman lying nude on a bed. The woman's mouth was open, as if in the throes of ecstasy.  

Standing over her, was a light-complexioned woman. Nude as well, a stern look was on her face, and she held a long, pink feather that was tickling her mocha lover's flesh.

Looking at the picture, something began to stir in Noelle. She looked at both women and the passionate looks on their faces.

"I see that look on your face, Noelle," Brynn smirked. 

"It's not a look," Noelle sniffed as she set the book on the table and pushed it back over to Brynn. "Besides. Why not just forget about her altogether? Why even bother with her, given that you think she's a golddigger? Why even bother with her?" Or with this book, Noelle thought.

Brynn pushed the book back over to Noelle. "Because you need to have some fun," Brynn said. "So read the book. Then turn Little Miss Wanna-Be-A-Rich-Girl out. Then, forget about her."

"You're so cruel," Noelle frowned.

"No. You're so gullible. Just fall for any sob story. And do you get anything in return? Hell now! And then you end up, cooking for girls, cleaning for girls. Hell, damn near waiting on them hand and foot!" 

Brynn took a sip of wine, then she looked at Noelle's frowning face. Brynn sighed. "Noelle, we're friends, right?

Noelle nodded.

"Will you let me help you?"

Noelle nodded again, her head down, staring at the pattern on the tablecloth. Tears began to well up in the corner of her eyes.

"Ok. First, make sure you give me this girl's name so I can at least have our people check her out. Dig up any dirt, you know? But in the meantime, go on and read the book. See what it has to offer." 

Then a wry smile spread over Brynn's face. "You never know, you just may have the time of your life!"

~~~

That evening, Kira sat in her motel room. Thankfully, Lexi had lent her enough to rent a small room for a few days. However, staring at the stains on the wall, the soiled burnt orange carpeting and the thick film that had collected over the furnishings, Kira made a decision.

"I've got to get out of here," Kira said after she dissected her appalling surroundings.

She went over to the table in the corner, dug in her purse and pulled out the piece of paper with Noelle's phone number on it.

"Well, Noelle," Kira grinned, "starting tomorrow, looks like you're gonna be my new Sugar Mama!"

~~~

At that exact moment, Noelle lay in bed pouring over the book Brynn had given her. As she read the erotic text, her facial expressions ranged from pure surprise to absolute disbelief.

"How do people go though all this?" Noelle wondered as she flipped through the pages. 

"For example, 'A Mistress sets all the rules,'" she read aloud. Noelle blanched. "What rules? And why should someone tell someone else what to do? You can't treat someone like that!"

Noelle rolled her eyes. "I don't need this," she said as she closed the book. "Kira seems like a sweetheart," she said as she opened the drawer on her nightstand and tossed the book inside. "She wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

Noelle clicked off her bedroom light and drifted off to sleep.

~~~

Noelle waited in the Pink Rose café. She checked her watch. She frowned as she adjusted the collar on her dark blue blazer. Paired with a white button-down shirt and a simple pair of dark jeans, Noelle was all-the-way casual. 

"She's already fifteen minutes late? Not good," she fumed. She took a small sip from her hot cup of green tea to calm her nerves.

However, when she looked up, she saw Kira. Noelle's breath caught.

Kira's thick auburn hair lay in loose waves well past her shoulders.  Her golden brown skin had a gorgeous shimmer. She wore dramatic makeup, with gold and bronze tones, along with a reddish-gold lipcolor that complemented the soft tones of her skin. 

She wore a fitted, deep-red silk halter dress with a sensuous, plunging v-neck. Her firm, rounded breasts jiggled softly as she strode toward the table.

"Sorry I'm late," Kira said as she floated into her seat. "Beauty takes a while," she grinned.

Noelle gave her a thin smile. "Sure. It's ok," Noelle lied. "You look great, by the way." 

Though beauty was nice, tardiness was not at the top of Noelle's list of potential girlfriend traits. However, she had to admit, Kira was so stunning that she was willing to let it go for now. 

"Thanks!" Kira beamed. She looked around. "So, you've been here before?"

"Yeah," Noelle smiled. "It's one of my favorite spots so I come here a lot."

Kira's nose crinkled. "Kinda small, but I guess it's quaint, huh?"

Noelle raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, it's not the Ritz Carlton, but it'll do." Kira placed the napkin on her lap and looked at Noelle. "Did you order us drinks?" Kira asked.

"Drinks?"

"Yes. I'm kinda parched," Kira said as she waved over a waiter. "Maybe you can treat us to a bottle of champagne? To celebrate our meeting?"

"Champagne?" Noelle took a deep breath and tried to keep her cool. "First of all, it's the middle of the day. I never drink alcohol this early. Second, we've really just met. And third, this is not that kinda place. It's just a café."

"Fine," Kira sighed as she turned to the waiter standing next to her. "Just a bottle of wine?"

Noelle raised an eyebrow. "Make that a carafe of apple juice, please."

"Yes Ma'am," the waiter said before sprinting away.

"Good choice," Kira quipped. "Anyway, what's good on the menu."  She studied it for a moment, then crinkled her nose. "No crab? Or lobster?" She looked up at Noelle. "What kind of place is this again?"

Noelle sighed. "If you don't like it, I can leave right now."

Kira tossed back her hair. Then she put her elbows on the table and leaned in. The soft, rounded curves of her cleavage were on full display. "I'm not ready to leave yet," she said, adjusting herself so that the front her dress showed off even more of her bosom. "Can't we stay?"

Noelle admired Kira's golden-brown breasts and sighed. She saw the thick nipples stiffening under the silky material. Noelle watched intently, imagining her eager tongue rolling over the firm peak. 

Kira let Noelle watching her for a few moments. Then Kira spoke quietly. "Listen. I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. So let's have dinner on Saturday," she said. "I'll come over to your place. I'll even bring the food if you like. We'll relax and smooth things over. What do you say?"

The wheels in Noelle's mind began to turn as she looked at Kira carefully. Suddenly, everything clicked.

"Ok," Noelle said with a bright smile. "Saturday it is."

~~~

Later that night, Noelle's thoughts swirled as she drove along A1A back into Miami Beach. 

She'd spent the rest of the afternoon in Fort Lauderdale, lying on the hot, sandy beach. With pen and paper in hand, she watched the gentle, rippling waves of the ocean, and sketched out ideas for her new collection of paintings. She vowed that this Water collection, the second in her series about the Elements would be her best work yet.