Sex, Secrets and South Beach (3 page)

Once inside the spacious suite, Ginger
headed straight for the minibar. She grabbed two miniature bottles
of Absolut, deftly unscrewed the tops, and chugged them down
without flinching. Then she grabbed a can of orange juice from the
fridge and took a swig. She grabbed a third bottle of vodka and
tossed it to Desiree. She motioned for Desiree to drink it. Desiree
smelled the strong, clear liquid and made a face.

Drink
it
, Ginger mouthed to her.

Desiree looked over at Dewante, who
was undressing. He was fine as hell and rich too. But she'd only
been around him for ten minutes and could see he was a jerk.
Desiree hated men who drank too much and got sloppy. She wondered
if he acted like such an ass around his wife. When she was a
baller's wife, would she have to deal with shit like this? Would
her husband stay out all night with women he met in strip clubs?
Desiree had thought that she'd feel a real charge when she got the
opportunity to sex a celebrity. So far, all she felt was
disappointment. She downed the vodka, hoping it would help her get
in a partying mood. She was getting a grand for this; she may as
well enjoy it.

"Come and get some of this, girl. You
know you been dreaming 'bout this moment since the first time you
laid eyes on me." Dewante beckoned, curling his finger at
Desiree.

"Hey, hey, hey. Not so fast. I thought
we were here to party!" Ginger piped up.

Desiree looked at her gratefully.
Ginger smiled and tossed Desiree another miniature of Absolut from
the bar. She drank this one too, then chased it with orange juice
the way she had seen Ginger do. Desiree felt all the blood in her
body rush to her head.

"Let's get this party started, right!
Let's get this party started quickly, right!" Dewante slurred,
flailing his arms around, singing "Set It Off" loudly and off-key.
Desiree cracked up. "What you laughing at, girl?" Dewante asked
her.

"You a nigga that should just keep his
mouth shut! You actin' like a straight-up nerd and shit." Desiree
giggled, feeling the effects of the liquor.

"Come and shut me up!" he challenged,
still dancing. He obviously didn't take her comment seriously,
which made her laugh harder.

Ginger reached in her pocketbook and
pulled out a bag of hydroponic weed and a package of Backwoods
cigars. She rolled a fat blunt in no time flat and blazed it
up.

"Want some?" She handed the cigar to
Desiree.

"Okay," she replied, taking the blunt.
The three of them finished off the blunt, no one
speaking.

"Do you know who I am?" Dewante asked
Desiree, breaking the silence.

"Uh, yeah." She looked at Ginger and
rolled her eyes.

"Did you ever think of fucking me? Did
you ever dream about it?" he asked her. She had but didn't want to
kiss his ass.

"I don't know," Desiree replied like
she always did when she didn't want to answer a
question.

"Yeah, you look like a fan. You've
been dreaming of this," he repeated. Desiree was sick of Dewante.
She walked out onto the balcony and felt the salty air kiss her
face. She removed her headband and shook her head, letting her
curls blow wildly in the breeze. She looked back at
Ginger.

Peeling her blouse from her firm,
surgically enhanced breasts, Ginger slunk across the room like a
feline, pulling Desiree in from the balcony but leaving the French
doors open so the breeze could float in.

"Don't get it
twisted.
You’ve
been dreaming about
this."
Ginger ran her hands over her own breasts,
cupping them lightly. Dewante's cock poked at the cotton of his
boxer briefs. Ginger reached behind her back and undid her lacy
black bra. She stood before Desiree and removed her shirt. She let
her hands travel from Desiree's shoulders to her breasts, where
they lingered for a moment before Ginger undid the hooks of
Desiree's plain, white, Lycra bra. Desiree shuddered under Ginger's
touch. It was like Ginger had little volts of electricity running
through her fingertips.

Dewante removed his thick penis from
his shorts and began to stroke himself at the sight of them.
"Damn," was all Dewante could mutter before pouncing. Ginger
grabbed Desiree's hand and ran playfully with her, nimbly escaping
his grasp. He charged at them, but they managed to shake him. He
couldn't figure out who he wanted to devour more, and he couldn't
catch both of them. Dewante stood still momentarily.

"You said you wanted to party. Why
rush it?" Ginger asked Dewante. She wanted more time to enjoy
Desiree before Dewante butted in. Desiree may have been young and a
little rough around the edges, but she did have a certain sexiness
about her.

"It's my fantasy," Dewante
pouted.

"Believe me, you won't be
disappointed," Ginger assured him. "Besides, I heard about you. I
know it ain't a party for you unless you have a little candy
first." Ginger walked to the table where her purse was sitting.
Desiree wondered what Ginger was talking about. Dewante wondered
what Ginger had heard about him. Ginger retrieved a vial of white
powder and held it up.

Cocaine!
Desiree thought, slightly alarmed. She blew trees
on occasion and drank, but she'd never tried coke. For one, it was
too expensive, but secondly, she'd seen what coke did to women back
in her neighborhood in New York. But Ginger certainly didn't look
strung out, and Dewante was a superstar. Plus, she was going to
need a little something extra to go through with the evening's
plans. She decided to play it cool.

Ginger chopped up a line. She bent
over and took a heavy snort with a cut-up straw. She stood up and
sniffed hard. Then she ran her fingers across her nostrils before
rubbing them across her teeth. She felt the residue slightly numb
her gums, then tasted the coke sliding down her nasal passages and
into her throat. It bugged her out that she could taste something
that she had snorted, but it was her favorite part of snorting
coke. She knew once she felt the crystals liquefying and dripping
down her throat, a beautiful sensation was about to overcome her.
Dewante helped himself to a thick line.

"You want?" Ginger offered
Desiree.

"I'll try a little," Desiree accepted.
What harm could it do? Ginger chopped a thin line for Desiree and
handed her the straw.

"Sniff it quick and hard," Ginger
ordered. Desiree obliged. She looked at Ginger, then made a
face.

Ginger grinned. "You taste it, huh?"
Desiree nodded.

"Don't worry. You're gonna love it,"
Ginger told her. She looked over at Dewante, who was sitting in a
chair and enjoying his high.

"I know you want to suck these pretty
titties." Ginger lifted her breast with one hand and licked her own
nipple. She blew on the dark brown peak, watching it harden and
stand at attention.

"You wanna feel this luscious ass?"
Ginger undid her pants and let them fall to the floor. She shimmied
out of them, then turned around and let him take in her large,
round, firm ass, barely covered by a black lace thong. Then she
removed Desiree's jeans and ran her hands over her butt. She stood
up and stood behind Desiree. Desiree could feel Ginger's hard
nipples poking her in the back.

"Relax," she whispered softly in
Desiree's ear.

Ginger stuck her index finger in her
mouth, moaning as she sucked it. She let her moistened finger trail
from her mouth to Desiree's nipple. She ran a circle around her
dark areolas and squeezed her breasts lightly. Desiree tried to
stifle a moan.

"See, it's not so bad," Ginger cooed
in Desiree's ear. Dewante spread his long legs and began to stroke
his humongous cock again. The mere sight of it made Desiree forget
what a jerk Dewante had been. Desiree was thoroughly excited.
Dewante was hung like a horse, and she wanted to ride him like a
Ducati. Her attraction to him, his money, in addition to the new
sensation of another woman made Desiree's heart pound. Or was it
the coke? Desiree wasn't sure.

"Still want to pretend?" Ginger asked
Desiree softly. Desiree shook her head no, sheepishly.

Ginger focused her attention on
Desiree's lower body, sliding her hand over Desiree's mound,
slipping it beneath her thong and moving it in slow circles over
her clit. Ginger felt Desiree get wet.

''And I know you want some of this
sweet, sweet pussy. You want to feel it get all hot and wet and
creamy for you. Feel our tight pussy muscles grip your big, hard
dick as you fuck both of us deep." Desiree moaned at Ginger's dirty
talk and arched her back in pleasure as Ginger continued to play
with her clit. Abruptly, she stopped. Desiree was panting with
anticipation.

"Run the tub. And use lots of
bubbles," Ginger ordered.

Ginger strolled to the chair in which
Dewante was sitting and replaced his hand with hers. She began to
jerk his dick up and down as she kissed his chest. She felt a few
drops of precum ooze from the engorged tip of his dick.

"Come on." Ginger led Dewante into the
bathroom. Desiree was bent over the tub, swirling the bubble-filled
water with her hand. She located the button for the Jacuzzi and
switched it on. She looked up to find Dewante and Ginger standing
in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her.

"Get in," Dewante commanded. They did
so, and lathered and soaped his body, paying special attention to
his crotch. Dewante sat like he was king of the world as the
bubbles foamed everywhere.

Desiree and Ginger took turns soaping
each other slowly while he watched. Ginger took Desiree's face in
her hands and kissed her gently at first, then more insistently,
probing her mouth with her tongue. Desiree responded, kissing
Ginger back, allowing herself to touch another woman, allowing
herself to give in to desires she didn't know existed. Most men
were rough and clumsy with their touch; Ginger was soft and
gentle.

"I'm getting jealous," Dewante said,
and then joined their kiss. He nibbled at Desiree's bottom lip
before kissing her deeply. Desiree thought she'd explode right then
and there.

He grabbed Ginger by the hair and
kissed her hard. She matched his passion, grabbing his arms and
shoulders roughly. Ginger and Desiree kissed Dewante's neck and
chest as they fondled him beneath the sudsy water, rubbing their
wet, slippery bodies along his. When Dewante began to whimper and
arch his hips, Ginger and Desiree led him from the tub back to the
bed.

"Look in my bag and see if
there's some baby oil in there," Ginger told Desiree.
Only a dancer would just happen to have oil in
her purse
, Desiree mused, fetching the
bottle.

Ginger rubbed Dewante's seven-foot-two
frame with oil, using her own flawless body against his skin. "You
like that?" she purred in his ear while grinding her hips against
him. He shuddered at the sensation of her pubic hairs slipping and
sliding across his ass from all the oil.

"Mmmhmm," he agreed.

Ginger flipped him over. He sucked at
her breasts briefly as they passed over his mouth and face,
smothering him. Dewante moaned as she slid her breasts from his
mouth to his dick. She squeezed them together and ran them up and
down along his shaft.

Dewante reached for Desiree and began
to rub her breasts with oil. He pulled her on top of him and began
to eagerly lap at her vagina. Desiree moaned at the sensation.
She'd never had a tongue down there before.

"That's not how you eat pussy," Ginger
joked.

"Show me, then," Dewante told
her.

Ginger laid Desiree on the bed and
spread her legs wide. She parted Desiree's lips and began to taste
her. Ginger and Dewante took turns eating her, pausing sporadically
to kiss each other. Soon Desiree was writhing and bucking, her
screams and moans evidence of her climax.

"See! That's how you do it," Ginger
told Dewante.

"Oh! Well, show her how to give me
head, since you're such a good teacher, unless she already knows
how," Dewante suggested.

"Know how to give head?" Ginger asked
Desiree. She offered up a weak no, still spent from the climax.
Desiree had had orgasms before, but never as intense as the one
she'd just experienced.

Dewante sat on the edge of the bed and
eased Desiree to the floor. She and Ginger knelt before him, his
cock standing straight up in the air. Ginger took him in her mouth
until his entire shaft was engulfed. Desiree tried but gagged a
little bit. Ginger guided Desiree's hand and showed her how to
caress him while Ginger did all the sucking.

"Lick his balls," Ginger whispered to
Desiree. Desiree let her tongue explore his lower body while
stroking him.

"That feels so good," he
moaned.

Ginger began to moan and groan, then
nudged Desiree and gave her a wink. Desiree began moaning and
groaning as well, trying hard not to laugh.

"Lick my ass! Lick my ass!" Dewante
panted. Desiree gasped, but Dewante didn't notice. Ginger
snickered.

Lick it!
Ginger mouthed to Desiree. Desiree shook her head
violently. She was not about to toss this nigga's salad! Ginger
rolled her eyes and grimaced as Desiree held his butt cheeks apart.
Dewante enthusiastically threw his legs in the air to give them
better access. She licked his butthole quickly, glad they had taken
a long bubble bath beforehand.