“It was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor Alice, “when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn’t gone down the rabbit-hole–and yet–and yet–…” -Alice
It was an ice cube. She’d taken her shot off my cleavage then attempted to arouse me by rubbing an ice cube over my nipple.
I go to swat her away…
She’s gripping the cup of my bra as if she has no intention of letting go.
Now I’m angry as shit
“Bitch, get the fuck up off of me!” I yell while yanking her hand from bra and shoving her into the lesbians having sex beside us.
I hear something fall to the floor…
This bitch was grabbing on my bra so hard that the cellphone I had hidden under in my bra flew across the room.
A random lesbian grabs it and starts to scream.
“This bitch brought a cell phone in here! She’s recording us! What the fuck!?”
“No, I’m not recording anything! It’s a fucking T-Mobile Dash! It doesn’t have a camera, it’s for emergencies. Calm the fuck down!” I yell back.
Random lesbian walks over to Choco Brown and hands her my phone.
“Bitch who sent you!?” Choco yells while studying my phone.
“What the fuck are you talking about!?! Nigga are y’all the Mob or something? What the fuck?! Ya’ll some random bitches fucking in a light-weight alley, behind a curtain and shit. Why would somebody send me?! Give me back my fucking phone!” I start to charge towards her.
“Bitch you ain’t getting this piece of shit back! This my phone now!” she yells why pushing me into another random ass lesbian.
By this time, all of the lesbians have stopped dry humping and they’ve crowded around trying to figure out what is going on.
It’s just me, a group of angry and confused lesbians and the overwhelming stench what I’d imagine would be the smell of a mermaid’s bedroom after fucking…
At this point, I’m mentally preparing myself to fuck one of these aquatic bitches up. No way I’m leaving this alley without my damn phone…but there’s so many of them…
So I have to think fast…I walk over to the make-shift bar jawn they set up and…I knock that shit over…straight like that…
Bitches started flying to pick up the mess I’ve made…titties swinging and all. They swarm to the table like a school of fish. Choco looks up, stunned that I had the audacity fuck their shit up. I run over and push her over a chick bent over picking up dixie cups. She topples over said bitch and starts screaming about her hand. My phone goes flying like past the curtain…and just like that, I’m out. The lesbians were too busy tending to Choco and her hand to hold me captivate. One chick did try to chase me down but stopped short at the curtain when she realized she was naked.
Where in the fuck is Noir?
I go back to the bar by the DJ area. That whole shit with the lesbian damn near scared me sober. Had to re-up. No sign of Noir. The dance floor was pretty scarce as well. I guess people left and went home.
A naked black married couple is taking shots. Dick swinging, titties hanging. They looked a little older than me, like late 20s and they glistened like they were slather in shea butter. They smelled like the strawberry oil the Philly Muslims sell on the subway train.
They offer me one.
I take it. They offer another one, I take that too.
At some point we were an arm’s length away. Always a comfortable distance for me. After the second shot, we were close enough to rub elbows.
The wife says, “I haven’t seen you here before. This your first time here?”
I reply, “Yes. First and last. Thank you for the shot.”
She laughs. “Why your last? You don’t like it here.”
“No. Not my scene” I reply moving back.
She moves forward. “Well why not?”
“Too much out in the open, no privacy.” I reply, moving back.
“Oh, there are private rooms. You want me to show you?”
She pours me another shot.
I take it.
Then I usher them to move forward.
Maybe Noir is in one of those rooms.
She leads me. The guy follows grabbing the shot glasses and the bottle they had at the bar.
Turns out, we were headed back to the area that I had seen on the tour.
The hallway with the suites.
We walk by the first two rooms. I look to my left and then my right. Both doors closed, blinds drawn.
We walk by the second set of rooms.
I stopped. Stuck in trance.
3 of the black couples that I’d previously seen on the dance floor had retreated to the room that I was peering into. While I was accompanied by the 4th.
Guess the Henny had kicked in. They were straight fucking. One big ass group sex session.
…I’ve always been confused by orgies. So much going on at one time. Me and my adult ADHD ass can’t even perform 69. I can’t focus on giving head AND tryna buss a nut at the same time. Too much chaos.
So was this orgy…The chick that had been the shyest on the dance floor was now bent over in all kinds of positions. Her dude was fucking her up the butt while she was giving head to someone else’s boyfriend/husband. The other two women were making out, slowly undressing each other, while the 3rd man was beating his dick.
The woman I’m with taps me on the shoulder. “Don’t be a pervert, staring at them. You need to participate.”
“No thanks. That room looks full.” I say as she’s pulling my to the 4th empty room.
I’m in a bit of a daze, still trying to get my “voyeur” on so it didn’t really hit me that we had entered our own room until she pushed me down on the bed by my shoulders to get me to sit down.
“Um…I have to find my friend.” I try to get up.
She pushes me back down. “Relax. We’re just drinking and chilling. Your friend is probably having fun like you should be right now.”
Her husband draws the blinds and walks over to me. I’m still sitting on the bed. He’s standing. His penis is eye level. It was beautiful. Caramel colored, long, thick, hairless and circumcised. Looked a Hebrew National hot dog. Reminded me that I was supposed to go back and get a plate from the buffet…
“You have a boyfriend?” He asked.
I opened my mouth to tell him “no, nobody likes me.” But ended up licking his dick. I don’t know what came over me. It was so pretty. I just stuck my tongue on it really quickly like those white kids in the Christmas movies that lick poles in the winter to see if their tongue is going to stick…it was like that.
I turn to the wife…”Sorry. um…I’m a little drunk. Plus you guys are naked. I just got caught up in the moment.”
She laughs and pushes me back onto the bed. “It’s all good. Just relax and chill. We got you.”
By this time, she’s sitting next to me, we’re face to face. Her husband following behind her, pulling up my dress. He stopped when he realized that it was A-line and partially a button front, so it would take quite a bit of effort to slide it off me.
He ushers for the wife to move off of the bed. He’s now on top of me. Kissing me on the neck, slowly unbuttoning my the top half of my dress. Now kissing me on the lips. He puts his hand in my bra. Pulls out one of my breasts and start to suck my nipple…
Ya’ll, I try not to engage in such hoe-ishness and fuckery but it’s been such a long time since someone touched me like that and I just wante…
I push him off of me and jump up. “What the hell was that!?” I’m standing there, with my titty out, jiggling around tryna figure out what’s going on like I’m the black Nancy Drew.
“Chill. It’s nothing.” the husband says, signaling me to come back and lay down.
I hear another loud bang. I popped my titty back in and walk over to the door with my dress still unbuttoned.
I open the door. A man comes out of the 6th room flying out into the hallway, tumbling into the wall followed by a screaming white woman. “Rape! He tried to rape me!”
I finally found the Pimp and Kareem…