“Yes, of the African-American persuasion,” he chuckled.
I glared at him and shook my head. “You’re an idiot. I should revoke my membership.”
“But you won’t,” he said, calling my bluff.
He was right; I wouldn’t.
“I can’t help that I have an affinity for beautiful women of color.”
“Oh, now it’s women of color?” Will teased.
“Must be the melanin,” Izzy replied.
“Must be the booty,” Will said.
“Or maybe he’s just interested in what he always was interested in. Or even more so, maybe someone, in particular, has caught his eye...again,” Harlow said.
I turned away from the knowing twinkle in her eyes.
“FUCK!” TAWNY SCREAMED.
Tonight it was just the two of us. Cherish wasn’t in town.
I pressed my hand tightly against Tawny’s lower back as I drove deeper inside of her. Arching her back, she pushed back against me, moaning and pulsing her pussy muscles all around me. Slow pumps of her ass and the tight squeezing of her muscles had her milking my cock.
It wasn’t long before I felt the need to cum. Pulling out of her, I slid my hand over my thick cock, pulling the condom off as I went. Laying my rod on her back, I shot my load all up and down her back as she quivered underneath me.
Tawny flipped over on her back and smiled at me as she lay against the Egyptian cotton sheets in a pool of my semen. Smiling at me, she rubbed her slit up and down.
“You never get enough, do you?” I asked.
Biting her bottom lip, she said, “Not enough of you, anyway.”
Laughing, I replied over my shoulder as I headed for the bathroom, “I’m sure plenty of fellows have heard that same line.”
“Maybe,” she said, causing me to glance up in the mirror.
She leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching me in the mirror.
I smirked and turned the sink faucet on.
“What’s her name?”
“Who?” I asked.
“The woman that has you running here. I see it in your eyes. You’re not really here. It’s like this place allows you to escape your reality. You can’t have her, so you come here instead to relieve your sexual tension and frustration.”
I wanted to unload my secret, and I couldn’t think of a better person than Tawny. No strings were attaching us, and outside of the walls of Prestige, we didn’t acknowledge one another. Both of us had too many secrets to hide.
“Just an old friend that returned into my life recently,” I said, soaping up my cock, eyeing Tawny as she stepped her curvy figure right up beside me.
Reaching for my washcloth, she took it and nudged me. Obediently, I turned around and luxuriated in the feeling of her hands holding my cock while she washed it.
“Oh, just a friend? What does this just a friend look like?”
“Gorgeous, hazelnut smooth skin, exotic hazel eyes, a long silken sheet of black hair, thick lips. Striking, gorgeous, mysterious.”
“Hence your affinity for black women at the club?”
“Why do you think that?”
“Honey, that wasn’t a white woman you just described. And if I’m not mistaken, she’s either black or some other woman of color. But either way, we’re not her, lover boy,” Tawny said.
Chuckling under my breath, I said, “I know. I’m not that foolish. Yet, somehow when I’m with you or Cherish, I can lose myself just enough...”
Breaking off my sentence, I realized what I was about to say. I didn’t mean to insult Tawny at all.
“To pretend that one of us is her. It’s okay. When I’m with you, I like to pretend that you’re someone I can’t have,” Tawny replied with a wink.
“Oh, yeah? Who?”
Laughing, she said, “This place is for secrets, and I choose not to divulge mine.”
“Oh, it’s fine for me to share my secrets, but I’m not good enough for you to share yours with me?” I asked, smirking at her as I took the washcloth from her and rinsed the soap from it.
She grabbed one of her own and soaped it up.
“You made your choice, and I’m making mine. This entire club is nothing but an outlet for us to chase our fantasies and entertain our fetishes. Maybe one day, my dream will come true, and maybe it won’t. Until then, I’ll hide it close to my heart and have fun while I’m doing it. And you, my friend...are lots of fun,” she said, tossing her washcloth into the sink and dropping to her knees and taking me into her mouth.
I closed my eyes as my wet washcloth fell from my fingers. My hands moved to her head and clenched in her hair, massaging her head, then jerking it back and forth as I allowed myself to get lost in the heat and moistness of her mouth.
And for a while, I could pretend that she was the woman that I couldn’t have.
CHAPTER 6 – XIOMARA
“HE DID WHAT?” KENDRA asked.
Kendra was an editor at my mother’s magazine, Beautiful Life, and a close friend of mine. I had met her for lunch at a seafood restaurant at the end of the promenade closest to the pier.
“Yes, he told him he would call me with the details, and I would ensure that Russell received them.”
“Why didn’t he just get Russell’s number to relay the information himself?”
I shrugged and took a bite of a jumbo shrimp. We sat outside on the patio, enjoying the beautiful, balmy day. The breeze coming off the ocean had a bit of a bite, causing me to draw my sweater closer around my body.
“What did Russell say?”
Swallowing my food, I said, “You know Russell. Things like that go over his head, and the only thing that he heard was that he was receiving donations for his program. Something else to please his father and prove he’s worthy of holding the seat he’s being groomed for. You should have seen him. He was like a little kid getting his long prayed for request from Santa on Christmas day.”
Smiling sweetly at me, she said, “He’s a great guy, though.”
“Yeah, I
