Love Lost Page 4
"Get out of town you’re the one who owns this hotel. Well I have to tell you honestly, I’m very impressed with the place and the service." I tell her with, way too much excitement.
"Why, thank you. It feels good to be complimented on my hotel. It’s my baby I’ve put in so much work," She says as she is typing in the computer.
"Well it certainly paid off well. As a matter of fact here is my business card, I hope we can do business in the future." I hand her my business card.
She looks it over and smiles, "we sure can I would love to do business with you Ms. Harrison. Why don’t I do you one up, how about we get together for lunch and we can get to know each other better on business level?"
"Absolutely, just call me on Monday so we can set something up."
"I sure will and here is the key to your room; I’m sure you will find everything you need. If there are any problems feel free to call the front desk. Here is a copy of your itinerary for the weekend, let me know if there are any problems? Please enjoy your weekend." She hands over my room key and my itinerary.
“Which way,” I ask.
“Just take the elevator to the fourth floor and make two rights. The elevator is right over there,” she instructs using wild hand gestures. I head over to the elevator, so I can go to my room.
I arrive to my room to find it’s even more impressive than the lobby. This lady really knows what she is doing maybe I can get few tips from her about some creative projects. I get my cell out of my purse and I check to see of Marcus left any messages. None, he didn’t even bother to call; he should’ve been here by now. The food is going to get cold, and if he isn’t here in fifteen minutes I’m eating without him.
I unpack our clothes to pass the time by. I occasionally try to call Marcus to see what the hold-up is. After my tenth call, I sit down by myself and eat alone. The whole time I’m eating, evil thoughts of what I would do to Marcus when he finally came. I’m so mad that I actually thought to kill him, five different ways. Someone began knocking on the door; I thought it was Marcus until I let the door open. It’s the same guys who brought my luggage to the room, and they were holding a big vase of roses.
The vase is housing twenty-four white long steam roses except for one red rose that sat directly in the middle. Along with the vase, is an extravagant bouquet of heart shape balloons that has cute love quotes written on them. Quickly forgetting why I’m mad, I gave the two young men tips and let the door close itself. There’s a card and a hand written apology from Marcus, also there are instructions for me to get in the shower. I did as the card said and I began to shower, five minutes later Marcus is standing there watching me.
"I guess you want a show, huh?" I call out to Marcus, he replies by shaking his head in a yes motion.
I let the water run from the top of my head to my feet. I arch my back just a little. I take my hands through my hair and drain the water from it. Then, I bend over and grab the hand soap and slowly massage my breast with it. My body begins to sway very slowly, like I’m dancing to slow music. My hips gyrate back and forth; my stomach moves in a circular motion like a belly dancer. I stop massaging my breast and drop the soap, so I can bend over slowly to pick it back up; I’m now exposing the back side of my vagina to him. Slowly standing back up, I take one hand and slowly massage my clitoris. I use my other hand to motion for him to join me. He straightens up very quickly as if he is waiting to join me. He undresses and hops in the shower with me. We began to kiss each other passionately. I pull away and slide down his body kissing each section on my way down. When I finally get on my knees I take his penis in mouth. I kiss the tip of it and begin to rub it all over my face. After getting him wild up I begin to suck while alternating back and forth, fast and slow.
After a while of sucking on his penis, he explodes in my mouth and I let his sperm drip all down my face and rub his penis around my lips. I stand up and rinse my face off in the now warm water. Marcus turns the water off, and picks me up like he is carrying me over the threshold. He places me on a bed full of rose petals; he begins to kiss me all over. And he reaches my thighs and my juices really begin to flow from my excitement. He kisses me from my thigh to my foot and suck on each of my ten toes. He then starts to make his way back up to my vagina where he dives in. Marcus’ tongue is swirling around making my body tighten up. I love this feeling. After each passing second I can sense myself ready to burst, so I clinch my thighs to his neck and hold on tightly. He stops right before I come and places his penis inside me instead. Before he starts I reach under the pillow where I placed the pills and pop one in my mouth and then one in his. He starts off slow, moving in and out. Then he upgrades to thrusting a little faster but deeper and it’s making me go crazy. My spine begins to twitch and my toes curl. But he stops again, this time he places me in the doggy style position. He places his penis inside my vagina and begins to thrust very hard and deep. His balls tapping my butt with each stroke. I begin to help out by making my hips gyrate and thrusting my body back and forth. My toes begin to curl and I start to have an out of body experience. My body is like air and my hormonal emotions float through me.
Star
“Where is it?” I search frantically through Ashely’s closet. I remember her saying she kept it in one of her shoe boxes.
One by one I open the many shoe boxes in her walk-in closet. With no luck, I abandon looking through the closet. I take a seat on her bed. If I was Ashley, where would I hide it? My eyes are in overtime as I scan the room for any hints.
I notice a silver shiny box sitting on her dresser. I rush to pick it up. Not noticing how the rug was placed, I trip over it and drop flat on my face.
“Damn bitch,” I yell while grabbing my knee. I examine my leg over and notice a rug burn from the fall.
“Damn, that shit hurt,” I curse as I get up off the floor.
I grab the box and open it. To my surprise, I notice the pictures I cut up and put on her bed a few weeks ago after breaking in. Poor thing is creepier then I am. It’s one thing that I placed the pictures there and another thing for her to keep them. I place the box back exactly the way it was.
I glance over at the clock and its 9:45pm but I’m not worried because Ashley will be gone with Marcus for another day. That gives me all the time I need to search.
I get on my knees and begin searching under the bed. To my surprise, it’s sitting patiently for me. I grab it and sit on the bed. I stare it down intensely not wanting to let it out of my sight. Out of curiosity, I take the long shaft and begin sucking on it passionately.
“I see why Ashley bought this dildo,” I let out a loud laugh before taking the shaft into my mouth again.
I can still taste her juices.
Ashley
Marcus and I, have never had sex like that; the pills must’ve given him a boost. I lay down butt naked on the bed and Marcus cuddles up next to me. We fall asleep in each other arms and I dream like a teenage girl again. That was the best Valentine’s Day, so far.
We awake to the smell of eggs, sausage, and butter; the morning light is dancing in our eyes as we take big bites of our food.
"I really like this hotel Babe, the service is great, and the atmosphere amazing." I say to Marcus while biting a sausage link.
"I know babe, hands down this the craziest hotel I’ve been to so far." He responds to me while inhaling his eggs. I swear you would think he’s been to prison before.
"I had a chance to talk with the owner and she invited me to lunch."
"Oh, shit my baby moving up ha, ha. You networking and shit," he says with a mouth full of food.
"Yuck, babe close your mouth, I know your momma taught you manners."
"Don’t be talking bout my momma." He jokes with me.
I respond jokingly, "Yeah you right, she ain’t shit anyway."
"I bet you can’t whoop her."
"Shut up, I’m bout to go and hop in the shower,” I say pushing him on the shoulder.
“I have a special picn
ic planned for you. But before that you’re taking me shopping for missing dinner last night. And speaking of that how is that you can stand me up like we were going on our first date? Where were you?" I question him.
"I went to see my momma; she called and said she needed some help around the house." He says as I walk into the bathroom.
I slip into the shower and turn the water up really hot. What Marcus doesn’t know, I was on the phone with his mother before I began packing; she is on her way to New York with her church group. I’m gonna let this lie slide because I don’t want to ruin my weekend. But why is he lying to me, what does he have to hide? I let the water slide down my back being very careful not to wet my hair. With a bath sponge I lather up really nice and wash my body from head to toes. I step out of the shower, dry off, and put on my clothes, while Marcus takes his shower.
While shopping at the mall I couldn’t help but to think about the lie Marcus told me. As far as I’m concerned we both told one another the truth. His mother is on her way to New York and had gotten off work way before Marcus and I were planning to meet up. Maybe he is planning a surprise, like he did last night. Those flowers were extravagant, and the sex was mind blowing. He really is stepping up his game. After shopping, we had our romantic picnic in the park, and then we found ourselves wrestling in the bed sheets. The sex is good during night two as well. Maybe I’m wrong about Marcus; he just needed me to inspire him to perform better.
The next morning is even better than the first; today we awoke to steak and eggs with orange juice to chase the food. We quickly ate our food because we were in a hurry to leave and get home. I really love this hotel but there is nothing like the comfort of my home.
Before we leave out the glass double doors with the gold trim, I make a stop at the front desk to pay the bill. When I’m finish paying the bill the lady attending the front desk gave me a letter. She told me it’s left by a woman, but the woman did not wish to leave her name.
Star
Another eviction notice is waiting for me on the door when I arrive home. I open the mailbox and grab the stack of envelopes. The last six months, I haven’t been paying my bills. My job began down-sizing and unfortunately I wasn’t lucky enough. I lost a job that I put so much effort into. In the end, the company shows gratification by throwing me out like a bum off the streets. It’s cool I’m tired of working at a strip club anyway
Instead of becoming depressed about losing my job, I came up with a way to use it to my advantage. Ashley can’t refuse me, she’s so gullible and kind-hearted. Tonight I’m going to ask her can I move in. If she agrees than I can set my plan into full effect and she will never know what hit her.
I shuffle through the pile of mail that sits on my kitchen table. Cable, telephone, water, gas, all of which I cannot afford to pay. Well I do have a few sugar daddies that will take care of these. All I have to do is show them my bag of tricks and all three of them will be throwing the money into my account. Nope, I’m going to save them for a rainy day. I’ll stick with my first idea and call Ashley; the quicker I move in, the quicker I can get my man. She will never know what hit her, and then I will be living the perfect life.
I walk over to my silver, stainless steel fridge and grab a beer. Looking in the cabinets I find some potato chips; I return to the kitchen table and pull I out my cell phone. Dialing Ashley number, I quickly change my persona to sound more convincing.
"Hello," Ashley answers on the first ring.
"Hey mama, how are you lately," I ask trying to sound less enthusiastic.
"Actually I’m really sick today. It might be food poising or something. What’s up with you? You sound sadder than usual?"
"I just got an eviction notice on my door today. I have thirty days to move out or my landlord is coming back with the sheriff."
"How did you get an eviction notice? You have a job and can afford the rent…"
"I lost my job a few months back. I have been living off of life savings,"
"Well why are you just now saying something," she says forcefully.
"Are you okay, you don’t sound good?"
"I told you I’m sick like I have to throw up. But back to you, what you gone do girl?"
"Well, I’m hoping you would let me stay there until I can find a job?"
"I don’t… I love you like a sister but that wouldn’t be a good idea."
Clever bitch, now I have to work harder than I planned. "Please it won’t be for long and I’ll stay out of your way," I say to her; but Marcus is fair game.
"I can’t leave you hanging, so you can stay. But for only a hot second, and you have to pull your weight."
"Thank you boo, I promise you will not regret this."
"I know I won’t you my girl and I got your back. I’ll call you later cause I have to go, I’m about to throw up," I hear her gag in the phone right before she hangs up. Too bad because what I meant to tell her, I won’t regret it. That bitch always has it easy, having everything handed to her.
A question that has held a place in my mind for so long is; how is it fair that some people can have it so easy while others literally work to the bone? That’s exactly why I turned away from the church; they don’t have anything I want to hear. In these hard times, a bitch has to hustle the best way a bad bitch knows how. Not by praying to some God that doesn’t answers prayers. All my life, it’s been a struggle and my mom took me and my sisters down to the church every Sunday. And for what just to come back home to struggle some more; I figured out that the church is the biggest hustler of all. Every week they ask for tithes and offerings do the math with me; if a church as over two hundred members and each member gives up fifty dollars for offering that’s ten stacks just from offerings. But if each member gave up ten percent of their income, let’s give a minimum number of twenty dollars, that’s an extra four thousand; that’s why the pastor and deacons can afford to look good. Fourteen thousand a week is a lot of money where I come from and it’s going in the pockets of those thieving bastards. I left the church a long time ago and I’m never going back.
Ashley
“Babe of course she can move in,” Marcus says as he kisses me on the forehead.
“I love you. Thanks for being so understanding,” I say while embracing his kiss.
“But I do want to point out I think it’s very weird, that it’s been four years and I never met her before,” he says while releasing the kiss.
“You never met my sister before either. But she still exists.” I counter his statement.
“Yeah whatever, I’m starting to believe that certain people only exist in your thoughts.”
“Marcus stop playing with me you know how I am about you coming around my female friends and family,” I say with a whining tone.
“Ashley, I’m just playing with you. Yo’ girl can stay with us until she back on her feet.”
“Thanks babe she’ll hardly be here anyway. You probably won’t notice her presence.”
As I stand to my feet, I gaze Marcus into the eyes and giving him my sexual stare. He stands up and walks over to me. He begins to caress my neck with soft moist kisses. I tilt my head back and slowly lean it to the side, exposing my neck. His soft kisses turn into firm kisses accompanied with strong sucking motions. As Marcus is sucking on my neck, I can feel his strong hands creep down my back stopping on my butt. Those same hands begin stroking my butt in combination with some ass slaps every so often. Goosebumps form on my arms and chills begin to travel up my spine. My body sways rhythmically to an imaginary soulful tune in my head. He picks me up and carries me to the couch. Without removing my skirt or panties Marcus begins to lick wetness. He starts off slow and I can feel his tongue slowly tracing the outlines of my vagina walls. He takes his lips and softly begins sucking my wetness and penetrating my vagina with his tongue. His strokes become faster causing me to grab his head as if I can make him go deeper inside of me. My thighs tighten around his neck. I start grinding my hips against his face trying to go deeper.
Surge of electrical emotions are sent through my body. I become stiff as he sticks his tongue as far as it can go and begins to make circular motions against my walls. His tongue is now stroking my wetness at a faster pace and I release my milky goodness in his mouth. I can hear him give one last big slurp. My body relaxes and becomes limp as he pulls his head from under my skirt.
Well that was a very nice thought but what really happened was we did it doggy style on the floor. After five minutes Marcus came first as usual. Now I lay here on the floor surrounded by my juices and his cum. I’m even hornier than when we first started. I should’ve slipped him a pill, Fuck my life
Star
It’s been three days since I moved into Ashley house and I’ve already caught Marcus alone a few times. Ashley is so busy with her event planning business that she is rarely home; and Marcus’ investment has been slow. Since Marcus and I have been having so much free time, we are going out for lunch later on today. I walk around the house in my panties and bras hoping Marcus will notice my perfect body. And I also leave the bathroom door unlock so he’ll walk in on me naked; so far it’s worked twice.
Since I’m alone in the house, I walk into to Ashley’s room and my interest pulls me towards her dresser. I yank back the drawer that holds her panties and out of curiosity I pick up a pair. I try on the panties, but there a little too big so I put them back. I move over to the bed Ashley shares with Marcus and I lay down; my mind starts to daydream of the naughty things I can do to Marcus.
I slowly take off my clothes and my naked body starts to dance in her sheets. My mind pictures Marcus’ naked body wrapped around mines. I grab my breast and massage them gently while pinching my nipples; my mind pictures Marcus’ teeth biting them making me aroused and my vagina starts to become wet like a running faucet. My hand begins the slow creep towards my now wet vagina and I stroke my clitoris until I come. I let my juices flow on to the sheets. I quickly put my clothes on and straightened up the sheets and left the room as if I’m never there. I walk into the guest bedroom, where I sleep, so that I can get dress for my date with Marcus. I went to the mall to find a mini dress perfect for my date with Marcus. Since I’m a little short on cash I had to use my five finger discount, and I also used it to get some shoes to match. I slip on the dress and the matching shoes, apply make-up, curl my hair; and by the time I’m done with my prepping it’s time to meet Marcus at the restaurant. I better hurry before I miss the bus.