Life Without Hope (23 page)

ger as it sparkled. Her fingernails were long and manicured. From

just holding the phone she looked like one of them classy broads.

“
You ready?” Tomica asked Evette. Evette nodded her head up

and down, her expression intense like she was giving Tomica her

undivided attention. Tomica dialed the number on the back of the

Visa. I sat up in my seat tr ying to peek game. I could sense some-

thing was going on, but what?

“
Hello! My name is Mrs. Luwinzky. My husband and I have

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been robbed of all our cash and credit cards.” Tomica sounded just

like a distraught white woman, panicky voice and all on the verge

of hysteria. I looked on, astonished as these sistas put down their

hustle.

“
Oooh, thank you! Thank you!” Tomica lamented dramatical-

ly.

“
You can refund us with cash, and replacement credit cards?

You want my husband’s social security number?” Tomica said

loud, as she pointed at the items on the bed. Desperately the two

women went scrambling looking for the information. It was a

sight to behold. They found it. Tomica recited it like she had been

doing it all her natural life. This went on for a minute as the two

worked in sync with each other. Finally, Tomica flashed the

thumbs up sign as she smiled brightly. Shit, I took a sip from my

drink, and watched as these two gorgeous women perfected their

scheme.

“
Yes, we’re going to need ten thousand in travelers checks and

a new ATM account number so that we can withdraw money,”

she added. As Tomica talked, Evette jotted down the information.

I thought to myself, with a feeling of inferiority, here I was risking

death running around robbing niggas and selling dope and these

women were getting paid in full like pimpstresses from the plush

confines of a hotel room.

They did the same thing with the other credit cards, this time

more practiced like a well-rehearsed script. I felt like a lame for

real now. Never sleep on the conniving intelligence of a Black

woman. They entered the hustling arena and changed the game.

In my mind I was doing figures trying to count their money. The

numbers were large.

Once they were finished, their room became electrified with

their hyperactive energy, laughter and giddy playfulness.

Tomica pranced right up to me, her silky black hair cascading

down her ebony brown thighs. She placed her hand on her hip,

her body shifting a gear, coochie in my face, and looking down at

me, she said as a matter of factly, “Evette and I met in the joint.”

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I could tell she waited for a surprise that never came from my

expression, and then it occurred to me that I was supposed to be

playing dumb, so I dropped my face into a no shit scowl. Evette

erupted in laughter. Tomica just continued to look at me as if I

was a peasant and was about to give me a command. “She’s from

California, I’m from the South Bronx.” The moment stilled as she

considered her next statement carefully.

“
Like we were saying earlier, we have a proposition for ya.”

Now we’re finally getting somewhere,

I thought. The liquor kept

telling me to reach out and grab that fat pussy, so I did, well, kind

of. I reached out boldly and caressed those silky black hairs

between her thighs like it was a kitten. Halfway expecting her to

purr for me, she just stood stoically still, giving me a look that

said,

look at this lame

. She casually turned her head and looked at

Evette. They exchanged a kind of communication that I would

never know.

“
You ever been with two women before?” Tomica’s voice was

that of a temptress, sultry like she could set me on fire with her

breath. So much lust. Her tongue slowly licked at the rim of her

top lip. I could hardly control myself. My hand eased up her

thigh. She moaned softly and inhaled deeply like she just stepped

into some cold water. My finger roamed, like an escaped convict

from an asylum, until I found the soft moist opening of her pussy

lips. Evette peeked our move and disrobed down to bare nudity.

Hell, if I were a woman I would have been attracted to her, too.

Her body was audaciously voluptuous; small waist and full breasts

and free of blemishes. The beauty of them both seemed to radiate

throughout the room. The small bush between her legs was man-

icured into a heart like an exclamation mark flaunting her beauty.

“
If oh … you … you …” Tomica stammered, as I moved my

fingers around inside of her, stirring her juices as cum dripped and

coated my fingers.

“…
we … we … we’ll pay you $500 … damn that feels …”

she still couldn’t gain her composure.

With my free hand, I unzipped my pants, took out my dick

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and stroked it like it was my most prized possession. I began to

ease Tomica’s bathing suit off, inch by inch, like it was the most

delicate fabric in the world. I was getting ready to do some serious

fucking.

Click! Click!

Out of nowhere, Tomica came up with a pair of

handcuffs, handcuffing my wrists to the wooden arm on the love

seat. My stupor brought on by the alcohol made my reaction too

slow, I was more dr unk than I thought.

Pixilated, Tomica grinned at me as she walked backward. The

rabbit had out-smarted the fox.

“
Sorr y, we don’t do threesomes honey, besides you could

stretch a girl outta place wit dat big ole dick.” Together they

laughed. Their cackle sounded like taunting to me. I was pissed!

“
You are in for a surprise though,” Evette chimed in. Her voice

was hoarse; it ringed with feminine mischief. I made a futile

attempt to get out of the handcuffs.

“
What the fuck is dis?” I screeched. My words fell on deaf ears

as I watched the two of them walk up to each other and embraced,

kissing passionately like they were sharing oxygen to save each

other’s life. They got into the bed. Tomica positioned her head

between Evette’s legs. She licked pussy like she was giving me a les-

son in vaginal stimulation. If I was jealous before, I was now irate.

Evette was moaning and groaning like Tomica knew a trick or two

with her tongue. I hate to admit this but it’s true. Women know

how to please each other orally better than a man could ever know.

They went at it feverishly. I looked on, listening to all their moans

and sighs of fervored lovemaking. There was something so erotic

and sensuous about watching two women getting it on, as if they

were in a zone no man could enter. Together, their bodies entan-

gled, gleamed with a light sheen of perspiration like they were

bathing in honey. I had to admire Tomica’s technique as she skill-

fully made love to Evette’s body like it was an art that was prac-

ticed by few.

After they finished, I glowered at both of them the way a man

does when he has been deprived of one of life’s greatest gifts–to be

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with two women. I decided right then, since they wanted to play

a nigga like a sucker, I was going to go along with their game, and

when the time was right, I was going to get that ass, introduce

them bitches to Jesus, and take all their shit. Might even take a

piece of ass for tr ying a nigga. Like a thug determined to make

show of my manhood in front of women, I began to stroke myself.

They watched in silence, eyes lidded with curiosity at my cameo

intrusion on their freak show. Like an actor, I just stole the show.

I masturbated long and hard like my hand was the most intimate

creation in the universe, and they watched, fascinated. I did not

know that women got off on that kind of shit, especially lesbians.

I guess regardless of a woman’s sexual preference, in some ways

they still bonded to the laws of nature because they enjoyed seeing

a well-endowed brotha’s stiff penis. Evette just stared, bug eyed,

licking her lips with an intent I knew all too well. Tomica snapped

out of the trance that sexually forbade her to go there, and cut her

eyes at Evette. Innocently, I continued to stroke myself, now

enjoying each moment of it … up and down … faster … faster.

There’s a convulsive reaction that no man can resist when he

reaches that point. The handcuff on my wrist began to rattle a

rhythm that chimed as my top lip curled into a real snarl, and then

I exploded in gushes of three jet streams across the room. Evette

clapped and applauded excitedly like a little girl who had just wit-

nessed her first magic act. I reclined back in the love seat still hold-

ing my erect penis like it was a dangerous weapon.

“
Gosh, have you measured that thang?” Evette asked sheep-

ishly.

“
Twelve and a half inches,” I lied as I wiped the sweat off.

Tomica gave me a look that did not favor me. Like maybe I was

overstepping my boundaries. She couldn’t help but notice that

Evette was attracted to me. I forced myself to calm down, but shit,

these broads were looking like super models. I was dr unk and try-

ing to keep the thug desperation off my wary face.

“
Stop it! Stop it!” Tomica yelled. She was on her feet, her

breasts bounced as she stalked toward me. In the drunken fog of

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my mind I saw wide hips swaying, a gap between her legs and hair

that reminded me of a small kitten.

“
Put that thang up now!” she screeched. Her voice a brusque

command. I placed my joint back into my pants not trusting my

eyes to look up at her, for she would see the brutal reality of my

soul. I had no love for hoes. I couldn’t risk losing my element of

surprise. For some reason Tomica continued to stare down at me,

like maybe she was surprised that I would pull out a big ole dick

and choke my chicken. Hell, I spent years in prison jacking off on

fuck books and for me it was an honor to have two bitches to

watch. I reached out to touch her, actually, I tried to grab her.

With feline quickness she scratched the back of my hand drawing

blood. Somehow it only seemed to excite me more.

“
Evette put on some clothes,” Tomica said over her shoulder

giving me a look that said I had fucked up bad.

Evette walked to the other side of the room and put on a black

and gold smock. I could still see the outline of her figure. Tomica

put on a nightgown and drew the strings like she was forever con-

cealing her body from me. I looked down at my lap at my penis–it

had fainted in my pants. I had two gorgeous women in a hotel

room and couldn’t have sex with either one of them.

As Tomica unlocked my handcuffs, I fought with all my might

to bridle my anger. This playing the role of a lame shit was start-