“You’re not with me all the damn time,” I quip.
“Please! I’m with you enough.”
“Well, that’s my answer,” I say, standing on my lie. I’ve never eaten any tiramisu. I’m just trying to be creative with the letter T.
She shushes me loudly. “We’re trying to start introductions,” she says with a grin and I shrug.
Icelyn starts the introductions and the first one definitely fits the vibe check.
“Hi. I’m Patra. I love to eat penises and I have pretty pussy,” she says and a collective “okay,” fills the living room.
The introductions continue, and after I go, Icelyn claps. “The secret letter was T, and as the only one in the room, you get a special free gift,” she says, to my surprise.
“Okay! That’s my bestie!” Aasha squeals. “Get your prize,” she urges while patting my back. I stand and step to the front. Icelyn hands me a black velvet satchel with what feels like a small bottle inside. “Let us see,” Aasha yells.
In front of everyone, I open the satchel and pull out the bottle. “This is our top selling product, Oh Hell Yes!” Icelyn explains as I look at it. I twist the top and she stops me. “I have one to sample. Don’t open yours,” she says and I happily place it back into the bag. She grabs a bottle from her product display table then squeezes a drop onto my forearm as she explains theproduct. “This is a dual product: vaginal wall tighter and orgasm enhancer. It’s hypoallergenic and all-natural. All you need is a pea-sized amount ten minutes before the action begins. Trust me when I say a little goes a long ass way.”
After I rub the soft smooth gel on my arm, I smell it. It’s odorless and slick. I try to imagine it on my pussy.
As I walk back to my spot on the sofa, Icelyn passes the sample bottle around and everyone tries it. The moment Aasha does, she turns to me.
“I’m definitely getting some of this shit,” she says.
The party continues and Icelyn gains a lot of sales. I even buy a bottle of toy cleaner, a rose, and something called Double Trouble. Between classes, clinicals, and work, a real man is the last thing I have time for. Men require time, attention, and convo. I don’t have the time nor energy for either. These men require too much, and sometimes, I simply need an orgasm to relieve my stress. My toys and fingers lack words, emotions, and requests. They just do what I need.
After saying goodbye to Icelyn, I grab another snack tray for the road, then hug Aasha before heading out.
“See, you had fun,” Aasha says.
“I can’t lie; I had fun. Now I need to take my ass home and get ready for tonight. You stopping by?”
“Hell yes. I need to see if mister tall, fine, and thugged-out shows up. It’s Friday night,” she says, then pokes her tongue out.
“Why? He doesn’t allow anyone in his section and he barely talks,” I tell her.
“He talks to you though,” she counters.
“Barely five words.”
“Five more than anybody else gets. I like that grumpy shit and so do you.”
“He’s a customer and you know I don’t entertain or fuck with any of them.”
“Ma’am. You have eyes and a coochie with cobwebs, he should be the exception,” she huffs before hugging me again.
My bestie may be hella extra but she’s telling the truth. I have two eyes with damn near perfect vision. I’ve definitely seen the mysterious fine man who’s been coming into Black Diamonds for the past few weekends. It’s the same every Friday and Saturday night. He reserves his section in advance, arrives at ten, gets his bottle of top shelf bourbon, ice, and a coke, observes, then leaves at midnight.
The first Friday night he entered VIP, every server was on him. Between his understated but clearly designer jeans and chocolate shirt, his Diamonds platinum chain with sparkling Diamonds in his ear, smooth ass mocha skin, trimmed mustache and small goatee, and his elaborately inked neck, he was perfection. He barely uttered a word but the rasp in his deep voice mixed with the hint of an accent from a place down south was sexy and mesmerizing. I could have listened to him all night but he didn’t offer more. He did, however, tip generously as hell. On top of the already included gratuity, he left another three bills. He returned that Saturday and did the same.
We have our regulars in the club and we definitely get newbies who are just visiting. They all proudly and loudly let us know who they are, but not him. He’s a total mystery and I can’t lie, that’s intriguing as fuck.
