In the middle of Lee talking, I stood up, told her to put the drinks on my tab, and walked off. My stride wasn’t as confident as usual. There was a little… hesitation in it—especially after I spotted Judah fucking Wolfe standing against a wall, watching me. I paused. Swallowed. Glanced over. Why in the fuck was he here so early? He nodded. I didn’t return the gesture. Thought about taking a run for the door. My pounding heart told me to but the pain behind it told me not to. Pandora’s was a place for secrets. For secret identities and here, I held onto Mocha. Here, I wasn’t Mahogany. So…fuck him.Judah couldn’t judge me. He couldn’t speak on this either. If he did, I would have his membership revoked before the day was out, I was so tight with Emerald.
I took a deep breath, swallowed again and walked right by him, adding a little umph to my stride. His eyes followed me. I ignored him. I kept walking, right up until I made it across the room where they stood. The one I had my eyes fixed on was tall. Very tall. Had to be a good 6’3. Dark and very fucking handsome with a thick Hebrew beard that connected to his thick mustache. He wore his locs pulled back into a bun. Shifting my eyes away from him, I glanced at the other two. Average. Handsome enough. How they looked didn’t matter. I just needed a victim, and I happened to luck up with three.
The first one wore a cocky smirk. I knew off back that if I met him outside of the club I’d never fuck with him. He was handsome but clearly very self-absorbed, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans I couldn’t wait to get off of him. Not because I was dick hungry but because I wanted the night to hurry and end. I just… I wasn’t feeling it, but I had to feel it. I had to do something. At least I felt like I did.
I stopped in front of him.
“Wassup baby?” He spoke. “What’s your name?”
I bit my bottom lip and asked, “Is it important?”
He took a sip of his drink before sitting it on the table behind him. “Hell naw it’s not.”
Looking away from him, I gave piercing eye contact to the other two. With my hand on number one’s waistband, I fondled with his belt buckle. He went to help me, but I swatted his hands away.
“Let me.”
With raised brows he drew back a little. “Alright love. Go crazy then.”
I rolled my eyes as I dropped down to my knees to unbuckle his belt. Once it was unbuckled, I crawled over to the one in the middle and ran my hands down his thighs, looking up at him like a dick hungry slut. They couldn’t see my face, but they could see my eyes and because they could see them, I put a lot of passion behind them. It was easy. Easy because when I looked up at them I didn’t see them. I saw Crescent. And behind me, there wasn’t a small crowd forming, Duke was standing there. That’s how I imagined it. That’s how I wanted it. Three of him. One of him. Watching me as I devoured dick. He was strapped to a chair, hands bound, mouth gagged, forced to watch his wife suck and fuck on another man.
Middle man went to place his hands on my head and I moved away. “No touching.”
“Aw shit,” I heard someone in the crowd say. “Mocha’s about to go to work.”
I wanted to barf.
I wasn’t fascinated by my reputation. Didn’t find glee or confidence in it either. I wasn’t proud of what I did at Pandora’s. Because Pandora’s had never been about sexual liberation. It was about taking charge of something in my life. About being control of something. About revenge. Nothing about this place made me feel ‘good’ for real. It made me feel empowered, though.
Once I had middleman’s belt undone, I moved to the last dude. He was eager. Had already unbuttoned his belt.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I tisked, shaking my head. “Why’d you do that?” I asked, rubbing my face against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
I gripped his dick and lightly smacked it. He moaned and I smacked it again. These niggas were freaks. Loved all of that outlandish, kinky shit so smacking his dick was more pleasure than pain.
Since he’d unbuckled his belt, I moved along. Went back to number one and pulled his lengthy dick from his boxers. He tilted his hips forward, eager for my lips. I teased him. Teased them all. Gripped the middleman’s dick and slightly stroked it while I rubbed my face against number ones. They moaned. All three of them. Even the last one who stood there getting nothing. I was going to make him wait. Planned to suck his friends' dicks long and hard before I gave him anything.
I liked to drive them crazy.
Liked to take my time. But tonight wasn’t about taking my time or driving them crazy for as long as I could. Tonight was about getting to the point. So, I didn’t spend much time sucking the first one's dick. I sucked him passionately though. Stared upat him while I wrapped my lips around his dick, taking him down inch by inch, while I jerked his friend off. My pussy gushed, contracted and pulsated. Not because I wassoooturned on by them but because I thought about Crescent, remember?
I wantedhisdick down my throat.
Wanted my hand wrapped aroundhisdick.
So, as I thought about him, I gave them everything I would have given him.
They probably thought it was about them. The show. The passion. The aggression. The power. But it wasn’t. It was about someone else. About something deeper. I didn’t care for them. I never cared for them. I mean…unless you were Judah. Time with him was different. But my days of fucking him were over.
Anyway.
Number one? He was loving it. Hissing. Gyrating his hips. Trying to fuck my face. Trying to take control. But I didn’t let him. Any time he would move a little more or try to grab my head, I pulled back and smacked his dick. That got reactions out of the crowd. It seemed like he liked it. He kept trying me until eventually I moved along. Wrapped my dick around middleman’s curved dick and took him down my throat. Thought about Duke sitting behind me, watching instead of that crowd… instead of Judah. Thought about how it would destroy him. I wondered… with my wet mouth bobbing up and down on another man’s dick… if he’d feel the pain I felt. I wondered…. If he’d care. I wondered if his chest would tighten. And if his hands would get clammy. I wondered if his breathing would go labored and if he’d have panic attacks. I wondered if he’d feel worthless and low like I felt then… even now.
I didn’t feel good, remember?
This wasn’tmeanymore. Mocha was nice to hide behind but the truth of it was I was Mahogany. AndIdidn’t want to do this anymore.
