CHAPTER 3
Kola stepped into the seedy and dimly lit strip club on Amsterdam Avenue, where the young women walked around butt naked with either a drink or cash in their hands. It was pure underground, where weed smoke lingered in the air, cheap liquor was served from a makeshift bar, and for the right amount of cash, one of the ghetto-style women would f-uck anyone in the back rooms.
Drake’s “Best I Ever Had” blared throughout the spot, while the male customers fondled the women with lustful attention, sucked tits, and squeezed asses. Coochies were wet, and dicks were hard from the surrounding temptation.
Kola followed behind Mike-Mike, strutting through the crowd. Clad in a revealing short skirt, a tight shirt, and her long, defined light-brown legs standing erect in some clear stiletto heels, her chandelier earrings and diamond bracelet gleamed magnificently in the place. She quickly caught the attention of a few men in the room. They thought she was a dancer. They eyed her like she was the prize to go after. Kola smiled and flirted with a few of them, but she wasn’t about to take her clothes off, especially for free. She just came to enjoy the scene and the ladies with her friend Mike-Mike.
“You want a drink, Kola?” Mike-Mike asked.
“Yeah, get me some Grey Goose.”
“A’ight, I got you, luv,” Mike-Mike said with a smile.
Mike-Mike was Kola’s friend from the building, and the two occasionally fucked each other for fun. They both liked to get into different shit, it being either sex or getting money, and the two sometimes did it together, even having a threesome from time to time. But they still did their thang with other people without any feelings of jealousy in the mix.
Kola and Mike-Mike had a mutual respect for each other that went back to grade school. They understood each other, and no one could break their special bond. Mike-Mike was a go-getter and a brawler who hustled the block under Cross, and if Kola had any beef, he had her back and vice versa.
Mike-Mike moved through the crowd with a strong confidence. He was like a pit bull, with his wide build and strong arms, and weighed close to three hundred pounds. He was only six-two, but his appearance alone was intimidating to many. He rocked a shaved head and a thick beard, and was sometimes mistaken for a Muslim. His forearm was covered in tattoos, his ears sported diamonds, and he was a beast on the streets and in the bedroom. Kola loved him, but they weren’t in love. They were just cool with each other.
Kola stood by the stage and was fixated on a sweaty, young female working hard for a few dollars. The stripper was short, but thick all over. She was butt naked, her shoes laid on one side of the stage and her clothing to the opposite. With her legs spread, she was playing with her c-lit to the sound of Drake. She worked the stage with such zeal; she looked like she was born to be a freak.
Kola smiled, admiring the girl. She was somewhat into women. For her, it felt good to try new things, and tonight she wanted to experiment with her third threesome. Bored, she was ready to indulge in some sexual excitement.
Kola began tipping the dancer. She spread a few dollars onto the girl and had her work her body for a few twenties in singles. The dancer rotated, made her ass cheeks clap like applause, and spread herself all around, showing Kola every inch of her body—ass crack and all. Her kitty-cat was shaved, her thighs were thick like a tree trunk, and her nipples were dark like Hershey’s chocolate. The girl put on such a show; Kola gave her an extra twenty.
“What’s ya name?” Kola asked.
“Kandy.”
“I like you, Kandy,” Kola said.
“Thanks.”
Kola felt up her tits, grabbed her thighs. “I wanna talk to you later.”
“A’ight,” Kandy replied with a smile.
Mike-Mike returned with Kola’s drink. He looked over at Kandy then asked Kola, “You like that?”
“Yeah, she’s cute and sexy.”
“Fuck it. You wanna do her?” he asked.
“Let me look around first,” Kola said.
Mike-Mike nodded and took a sip from his Corona. He looked around the room to see who was who, made some quick observations, and then focused his attention back to Kola and the girl on stage.
The place was buzzing with naked, willing women and constantly flowing with alcohol. Men and women were disappearing in and out of the back rooms for VIP all night. Money was being made, while fantasies were being fulfilled.
Kola watched some lesbian action being performed on stage, where two girls were contorted in the 69 position, tits pressed against flesh; legs spread wide.
The men howled and tossed dollar bills at the lewd action. One dude even went as far as to pour his beer down one girl’s back and then between the other girl’s legs. Still, the girls didn’t miss a beat pleasing each other.
Fixated on the action just like the men, Kola continually tossed money at them. An hour had passed, and she was on her third drink. Feeling tipsy and horny, she looked around for Kandy and spotted the thick, bootylicious, brown-skinned shorty giving someone a lap dance in a nearby corner. Kola kept her eyes keenly on Kandy, admiring her thick physique and sexy swag.
Kola was loose like her mother, having quickly adopted her promiscuous ways. She loved action. She’d lost her virginity to Mike-Mike at thirteen, and from there on, sex was her playground. It was her world to explore and enjoy—mostly with men, but sprinkled with a few women if they were cute and sexy like her. She and Mike-Mike would frequent certain strip clubs looking for the right ladies to get up with. They had an agenda and wanted to get things in motion before summer’s end.
Kola wanted out of her mother’s place and was willing to do whatever it took. Even though she and her mother were alike in many respects, sometimes they bumped heads. She couldn’t understand why her mom was always tripping. She thought it was hate, coming from her moms. Kola had her youth, and her mother didn’t. Her mother still possessed her beauty, but Denise didn’t have that hustle like Kola, who knew those welfare schemes were getting old. There wasn’t any real money behind a government check, and Kola wasn’t about to get pregnant by some nigga and lose her dynamite shape just to hit a nigga up for child support. It wasn’t happening.
Though she and Apple were cool sometimes, Kola felt that Apple was just too chill, reserved, and maybe even looked down on her. Kola was a freak, but she was about herself and ready to make it happen in any way possible. In Kola’s mind, Apple was lazy. She was one step away from getting knocked up by some loser and living off welfare checks just like Denise. Kola wanted more. She and Mike-Mike had devised a scheme to get money, and they were ready to put their plan in motion as soon as they chose the right girls to participate.
Kola tapped Mike-Mike on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “I’m ready to do this. I wanna f-uck wit’ her.” She pointed over to Kandy.
Mike-Mike smiled. “Nice.” He downed his shot of Henny and said, “Whenever you ready.”
Kola got up and walked over to Kandy. She watched Kandy grind against the young man’s hard-on, her legs spread across his lap. She loved the way Kandy leaned back into the dude, her back pushed against his chest as he cupped her tits, and her arm wrapped around him for control, her fat ass parked in his lap like a root.
Kandy was naked in his grip, feeling the guy’s hard dick pushing through his jeans. When she looked up and noticed Kola staring at her, she displayed a lustful smile. Kandy licked her lips and continued to toy with the young client.
The feel of her soft buttery skin and juicy pu-ssy had him wide open. He moaned in her ear, “Damn, ma! You got a nigga wanting to f-uck right now.”
“You gotta pay to play,” she replied.
Kola enjoyed the show that Kandy had put on and felt the urges between her legs. When the two women locked eyes, Kandy immediately knew what the look was about. It was one she was familiar with. She quickly finished up her lap dance; making him grunt and moan then collected her money after rising up from the rigid dick that was pushing against her butt while pleasing him. Kandy excited the young dude to the point where he had to get up and rush to the bathroom. She smiled at her effect on him.
“That was nice,” Kola stated.
“You like that?” Kandy teased.
“I did. But, me and my friend, we’re ready to pay to play wit’ you,” Kola told her. “How much?”
Kandy stared at Kola’s beauty, admiring the stunning young girl from head to toe, and uttered, “Two hundred.”
“Cool, let’s go,” Kola said.
Kandy smiled and picked up her things. Sweaty and naked in her clear six-inch stilettos, she followed behind Kola. Mike-Mike met the girls at the entrance to the long hallway that led to one of the four VIP rooms. He slipped the security a fifty-dollar bill for the room and followed behind the two women.
Kandy led them into a dimmed room, which was sparsely decorated with a long leather couch and a folding chair. The room was a reasonable size for sex or other pleasures, with the burning incense masking any bad smell from previous use of the room.
Mike-Mike closed the door behind him, ready to f-uck and get some head.
Kandy waited for her payment, which came from Mike-Mike. He pulled out a wad of bills and passed Kandy two hundred dollars in twenties. Liking the attraction, Kandy smiled, and the trio wasted no time.
“How you want it?” Kandy asked.
“Us first; he can watch,” Kola instructed.
Again, Kandy smiled. She walked up to Kola and placed her hands on her hips. She neared her face toward Kola’s and then glanced over at Mike-Mike, who was seated in the folding chair and watching the two intensely.
Kandy slowly began to lift Kola’s short skirt up, exposing the pink-and-white panties she had on. Kandy then removed them with a smile and care, having Kola step out of them and show off her trimmed pu-ssy hairs. Kola’s rich light-brown skin was soft like silk, and Kandy touched her in admiration. Kandy gradually moved her hand up Kola’s smooth thighs, grabbed her throbbing pu-ssy, and began finger-fucking her slowly and deliberately.
Kola let out a pleasing moan and clenched her walls around Kandy’s fingers, and as the two kissed excitedly, she felt Kandy’s finger pushing deeper into her.
Mike-Mike sat with patience, admiring the action and growing harder by the minute, as Kola and Kandy moved their action over to the leather couch, where Kandy made Kola lie on her back. Kola arched upwards and spread her legs.
When Kola was in position, waiting with anticipation for her kitty to be licked, Kandy moved between her legs and buried her face into her throbbing pu-ssy. Her tongue wrestled with Kola’s sensitive c-lit. Kola gasped and clasped her legs around Kandy, who dug her tongue deep inside Kola’s pu-ssy and slipped a wet finger in her ass.
As Kandy busied herself with Kola, Kola looked over at Mike-Mike with an inviting smile. She panted, feeling Kandy’s tongue skillfully digging into her, and then gestured for him to join in on the fun.
Mike-Mike stood up and pulled off his shirt, revealing his hairy, tattooed chest. He moved closer to the ladies, unbuttoning his jeans, and removing his Timberlands. After taking a long pull from a cigarette, he put it out before taking a seat on the couch and removing his boxers.
Kandy paused to gaze at Mike-Mike’s package. She wanted to see what he was working with and was really impressed.
Mike-Mike leaned back with his arms across the couch in a dignified manner, his dick hard like a rock. He was big and long, and ready to f-uck.
Kandy leaned in for the action. She engulfed him whole, showing Mike-Mike her skill in sucking dick, deep-throating him while coiling the tip with her tongue and massaging his nuts. Kola joined in on the action, tea-bagging him from below.
Mike-Mike had both ladies slobbering him down, as he closed his eyes, enjoying the treat. Soon, a Magnum was ripped open and rolled onto his thick size, and Kandy quickly straddled him. She jerked, clinging to his thick frame, gasping, and he fucked her like the beast he was.
He then changed the condom and switched to Kola. He fucked her from the back, squeezing her neck and slapping her ass.
The three went at it intensely. Kandy rode Mike-Mike like he was a stallion in a race, while Kola sat on his face and had her pu-ssy eaten out.
Kola squirmed and exhaled, clawing at his chest, feeling his tongue wiggle inside of her. She was about to come, and she let it be known. “Oh shit! Baby, I’m comin’,” she exclaimed, feeling her ass squeezed like it was a juicy fruit.
Kandy rode his dick, feeling every inch of it travel farther inside her. Her legs quivered, and she bit down on her tongue as Mike-Mike thrust deep into her.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh shit! Oh, big daddy! Oh shit!” Kandy cried out, feeling the urge to come all over his big, working dick.
Mike worked Kola’s pu-ssy deep like a coal miner and then felt her come all over his face. Spent, Kola rolled off his face like she was limp and hit the floor.
Kandy was next. She twisted and turned and buried her manicured nails into Mike-Mike’s skin, feeling herself explode from the constant pounding he put her insides through.
“Aaahhhh shit! Oh shit! f-uck!” Kandy screamed out as her body tensed up from the action, his dick roughing her pu-ssy up.
Kandy closed her eyes and came like she never had before. She felt the pulsation of Mike-Mike’s orgasm quaking inside of her like he was Mount St. Helens erupting. She collapsed on his chest and knew it was the best sex she’d ever had. The trio had gone at it for a half-hour.
Before Kandy exited, Kola hit her up with a business proposition. “How would you like to have sex like that all the time?” she asked.
“Shit. Y’all wicked wit’ it,” Kandy replied. “I might be down.”
Kola smiled. “We gonna talk.”
Kola saved Kandy’s number in her phone and promised to call her again when the time was right. She liked Kandy because she was a freak and down for whatever.
Kandy was so satisfied and in awe of Mike-Mike’s performance, she was ready to pay him. But it was all part of Kola’s plan. Kola knew Mike-Mike was a beast in the pu-ssy, and she didn’t mind sharing the dick for a profitable gain later on.