interlocked behind his neck, leaning back, bouncing up and down on his dick as we stare into each other’s eyes.
I can read his thoughts through his eyes, and he is reading mine through mine. We are both in love; both horny; both in desperate need of release. I blink a few times, hoping he doesn’t look too deep into my eyes and uncover my deceit.
“Aaaah, shiiiiit…aaaaah, fuuuck, baby…you got my dick so…aaaaah, wet …”
“Oooh, yes…you make my pussy scream, Daddy…Oh, your dick is so good …”
“Yeah, wet that dick up, baby…let me get all up in that good pussy…goddamn, fuck!”
Ten strokes later we are both nutting; him deep inside of my smoldering hole. And me all over his pulsing cock. My juices, along with his, shimmy down the sides of his dick, then drip to his balls. “Damn, that shit was good,” he says, lightly kissing me on the lips. I continue pumping my hips on his dick until it goes limp and slips out of me. He puts me down. “I gotta bounce, baby.”
“I know,” I say, watching him put back on his clothes. He snatches up my panties and stuffs them in his front pocket. “I’ma need these for later tonight.”
I laugh. “You so fucking nasty,” I state, glad he’s not taking a pair of my expensive underwear this time.
He kisses me on the lips, grabbing my ass. “I wish I could bust another ’round up in you. I’ma hit you up in the morning.”
I smile. “Okay. Get back safe.”
“No doubt,” he says, kissing me. I part my lips and his tongue slips in, swirling around mine. “Damn, I gotta get the fuck on,” he states, pulling back. “I love the hell outta you, girl.”
“I know you do. I love you, too.”
I step behind the door as he opens it, then I shut and lock it behind him. I peek out of the window and watch him as he hops back in the car. It’s not until the lights flash on, the car backs out, and they head down the road that it dawns on me that this nigga can come through on some drive-by shit anytime he feels like it.
I climb the stairs to my bedroom, go into the bathroom, turn on the faucet and then wet a washcloth with soap and warm water. I wash the cum off that’s gliding down my legs, brush my teeth, then head back to bed. Exhausted and exhilarated.
THIRTEEN
It’s been extra crazy here today. The salon has been packed since ten o’clock this morning with every stylist, nail technician, esthetician, pedicurist, and masseuse hopping around here trying to keep things moving, and keep customers from sitting up on top of each other. Though I’m not complaining, it’s been a damn zoo!
Today is the third day we’ve been running our “Nappy on the Go” special—a mani/pedi, full-body massage, facial, and hair—for two-hundred-and-fifty dollars. Something we like to do from time to time for clients who might like to do a little extra-pampering, but have limited funds due to the economy, plus it’s good for business.
Interestingly, most of the chicks coming in this afternoon for pedis are requesting the Bavarian Chocolate and the Chocolate Chip Cookie pedis we’re now offering. The Bavarian pedi starts off with a warm cocoa bath, followed by a cocoa and brown sugar scrub, followed by a chocolate syrup mask. The Chocolate Chip Cookie pedi starts with a vanilla soak, followed by a sugar and honey scrub with a chocolate mask and vanilla lotion rub. Chile, it’ll have your man wanting to lick the balls of your feet, and suck your damn toes off.
And all manis this week include a warm oiled stone massage and paraffin wax to deep moisturize those overworked hands, keeping them baby soft.
A few clients have also come in requesting our exclusive back facials to get those backs and shoulders ready for those strapless evenings. Mmmmph, there’s nothing worse than seeing a woman with her back out and it’s covered with pimples, blackheads, and blemishes. That’s a no-no. Definitely not a good look, boo! So, for a limited time, you can get all of these wonderful services that would normally cost close to a grand or more for a damn steal. Even the requests for Brazilian, chin, and lip waxes are crazy today, since we’re offering a two for one package. You can get your pubes and underarms, or chin and lip, or chest and legs, or any other combination, for the price of one.
Annnnyway, so here I am—on my feet, finishing up my girl Greta’s doobie when I see Big Booty sauntering through the salon’s door, like she’s ghetto-fabulous. There’s so much chitter-chatter and laughter going on that I can barely hear myself think. Let alone try to keep up with all the conversations going on around the room. Greta is finishing up telling me about her latest date. A retired army captain she met at a meet-and-greet social mixer in Newark last month who happens to be fifteen years older than her. “He’s a little older than what I’m used to, but —”
“Change is good,” I state, cutting in. “Besides, fifty isn’t
“Mmmph, it’s old enough. I mean, I’m thirty-five.”
“Okay, and?”
She shakes her head. “It’s gonna take me some time to handle that whole ’age is just a number’ thing.”
“Well, do you like him?”
“It’s too early to tell. We’ve been out on three dates so far, and each time he’s been very respectful.”
“Well, that’s a start,” I offer, knowing that the only reason she’s been on three dates with him is because they haven’t fucked, yet. Greta believes in fucking her dates on the first night to see if she wants to invest any more of her time with them.
“The start of what?” she asks, handing me the mirror. “This looks good.” She swings her hair from side to side, admiring how silky it is.
“The start of something new,” I state, unsnapping the cape from around her neck. “I mean…hell, the fact that you’ve been out on three dates with him says a lot since we both know that most men don’t make it past the second date with you.”
She laughs, getting up. “Girl, you know that’s right. That’s because once I’ve tasted the goods, I don’t normally want a second helping of what they’re offering. And the only reason I haven’t sampled the Captain yet is because he’s being so damn gentlemanly. But the minute he makes a move on me, I’m gonna eat him alive. I hope he keeps a hard dick. I’d hate to have to toss him out of my bed.”
I laugh. “Girl, get the hell out of here. You better worry about not killing him in the process.”
She taps the tip of her index finger on her chin. “Mmm, maybe I should marry him first.”
I continue laughing. “Girl, you’re too much.”
She shrugs, handing me a twenty-dollar tip. “I’m keeping it real.”
“I know you are. That’s what so damn funny.”
“I’ll keep you posted,” she says, walking off. “See you in two weeks.”
I shake my head, watching her walk off toward Felecia to pay her bill. I see Janelle is finished getting her pedicure right on time and wave her over.
“Girl, ya’ll are doin’ the damn thang up in here,” she says, sitting down in the chair. I got the Chocolate Mint-pie pedi and it was heavenly. Where in the world did you come up with the idea to give names of desserts for different types of pedicures?”
The Chocolate Mint-pie pedi starts off with your feet being pre-soaked in a coconut milk and mint mixture; then we add chocolate coffee to the mixture, letting your feet soak for ten minutes, then comes the chocolate scrub and feet massage. Once the scrub and massage are over, then comes a warm chocolate paraffin wrap brushed onto the feet. Finally, we apply the chocolate mint therapy lotion.
An hour later, your feet are relaxed, soft as silk, and you walk out feeling like you’re in seventh heaven. What most people don’t know is that not only does the chocolate aroma calm the senses; the chocolate contains ingredients that can hydrate and moisturize the skin. I learned this from checking the going-ons in white-owned salons. Most black-owned salons aren’t up on this, and they damn sure aren’t offering it.
“Girl, you know I like to stay on top of shit, keep customers talking and wanting to come back. You gotta know when to step outside the box.”
