Holiday Greetings!

Darlings, I've been gone too long. I know you've been waiting with bated breath for the next installments of Fairchild and other steamy tales. I will make my return soon. Maybe Santa will leave you something warm in your stocking.

With Holiday Wishes,
H.S.H. Lady Cheena
(Her Sensual Highness)

Bikini Lines

The heat could be seen in the steam of her iced lemonade, sitting on the stump next to her. The blaze of the afternoon haze drizzled over her taut skin, glazed in Banana Boat green tea deep tanning lotion. She strummed lazily on a guitar, serenading the beach as her girlfriends frolicked in the surf on their boards. Her name was Kailani. The men, tourists and locals alike, sweated her like a hot tub in thousand degree weather. She had the kind of body that defied the laws of nature, gravity mostly. There were curves that twisted and turned to form her. Rich, dark mocha created by the kiss of the sun covered her soft skin. Kailani was the island girl of Mathias’s dream.

Since she got back from the mainland, he would watch her day after day hanging with her friends, laughing and surfing. Unlike the other girls whose coloring was a mainstay, Kailani had to sun herself, which always left an intricate design of tan lines on her body; a sort of fleshy connect-the-dots. She was a sight to behold.

Suddenly, the strumming of the guitar stopped, drawing his notice. Kailani had a faraway look in her eye. With a heavy sigh, she rose from the sand and proceeded to enter the forest of tall palm trees, following a path. Curious, Mathias followed. The scent of her tanning lotion and raw essence guided him through the maze. He could hear her humming over the gurgle of a small waterfall. It caressed his skin. Through the brush of ferns and leaves, he could see her unbound milk chocolate hair falling in playful, long layers down her back. She hadn’t lopped off her hair in the current faux-hawk style the other girls had. She kept it long and curly. The kind of hair you could wrap around your fingers in the heat of the moment.

Mathias continued to follow her until she came across the babbling lagoon. She was alone – or so she thought. He stood behind a large palm as she glanced back and forth. When she assumed the coast was clear, she began to strip away her clothes. Mathias was mesmerized.

She peeled out of her T-shirt and shorts tossing them into a pile, then she slowly untied her bikini top; the drag of the string falling away to reveal a telltale sign of her tan. At last came the bikini bottoms, already strained from holding onto her ample backside. She unlaced the sides and let the material fall away from her body unveiling the tan there. The contrast of colors was a strangely arousing combination. She was naked but not, like body paint, only it was her own design with help from the sun.

She entered the cooling pool until it covered up her beauty. Her long, curly hair was soon swallowed up by the water as she submerged fully. Mathias held his breath waiting for her to come up. Seconds later, she popped back up in a burst, tossing her hair back from her face. Her breasts heaved in syncopation with her gasps. It was like that scene out of the Little Mermaid when Ariel became human, only much hotter. He watched her wade around in the water for ten long minutes. His dick sat like a brick in his shorts, longing to touch her, to trace his fingers over those lines.  

Tired of watching from the sidelines, he took the bold step to reveal himself. He inched his way to the embankment’s edge. His eyes were focused on her as she moved about the pool, basking in the heady smells of the blooming flowers.  As he approached, he removed his tank top, tossing it onto the pile of clothes she’d left behind. He stood watching her, not sure how to draw her attention without freaking her out.

“You gonna stand there all day, or do you plan to jump in?”

Her melodic voice startled him. She knew he was there watching her, yet not annoyed by his intrusion.

Her sherry colored eyes turned to him, amused, teasing. They raked over his body appreciatively taking in his tone and strength. Kailani knew that Mathias worked on the sugar fields with his dad and brothers. His family made a tidy profit, which kept them in luxury. She always liked him, but knew his dad would never approve of her. She didn’t run in their circles. Her family wasn’t rich enough for his taste, even though her dad did pretty well himself. Mathias seemed different though.

She thought for sure he would’ve tried to step to one of her friends beach side like his boys had, but he chose to follow her. That had to mean something. Probably not, she smirked to herself. She pulled her hair to one side to wring out the excess water. She could tell by the tent in his pants he liked what he was seeing and could be willing to fulfill her fantasy. She beckoned him forward with a nod of her head. Mathias quickly shed his shorts and slipped into the water.

Kai watched as he swam over to her. She had no doubt he was trying to make out her naked form underneath the water’s glassy surface. He emerged with a gasp, drawing her closer to his body. The coolness of the lagoon had not weakened his manhood. By Kai’s observation, he felt stronger. She wrapped her arms about his neck, locking them together.

“Looking for a quick tumble,” she teased, rubbing her chest against his.

Mathias ran his hand through her curls, relishing the feel of each strand on his finger. “No,” he admitted.

“You sure were quick to toss off them shorts.” Her smile was infectious.

He chuckled. “When in Rome…”

“Oh, a scholar, are we? Must be that fancy schooling.”

“You one to talk. I heard you just got back from UCLA with honors.”

Kai was thrown. How would he have known that? “Are you checking up on me, Mathias?”

“I hear a few things.”

Kai was totally curious. “Like what?”

“That you finished top in your class. You plan to enter the pre-med program in the fall. And… you’re still single.”

“Who’s been dishing about me?”

“Your friends to my friends… with a few helpful questions from me.”

“If I didn’t know better, I swear you have a thing for me.”

He drew her up against his body to feel the ridge of his dick against her. “More than a thing.”

Kai looked at his lush mouth. Pinching her bottom lip between her teeth, she ran her fingers over his shoulder. Mathias had been asking after her. Something about that sounded sweet. She hadn’t realized or even noticed. Leaning forward, she kissed his lips, drawing his tongue into her mouth.

Mathias inhaled her. His fingers traced the pattern of her bikini line down to her butt, kneading the mound possessively. Breaking the kiss, he gently eased her back until she floated onto the surface of the water. He submerged down till the water covered his broad shoulders, pulling her legs apart until her apex was near his face. Her sweet scent drew him in, hardening his body more. He admired her lovely flower, pink and, by the look of it, freshly waxed. He noticed a cute little butterfly tattoo and a simple steel hoop surrounding one side of her labia that made his eyebrow lift.

Kai giggled with a playful shrug. “A drunken dare.”

Without further hesitation, he drew her puss up for a taste, drinking in the essence forming there, while Kai tried her hardest to stay above the surface. The pleasure was so deep she thought she was floating on air. His tongue flicked over her tiny knot spilling tingles down her body to her brain. She moaned, gripping the water’s surface.

Mathias watched in awe as she enjoyed his mouth play. He had wanted to do this to her since the first time her had laid on eyes on her. That would’ve been the start of junior year of high school, seven or so years ago. Thankfully, he had done some practice to get to this point. Rising up, he drew her back to him. Their mouths quickly merged together. Kai tasted her dew on his tongue, liking it. Before she could get drunk off the flavor, she felt his dick probe her entrance. It was thick, demanding. Spreading her leg wider, she wrapped herself around him, locking them together.

Mathias eased them to the embankment, his mouth never breaking from hers. Despite the water covering them, he could feel how slick Kai felt against the tip of his manhood, making him itch for more. Leaning her against the softness of the earth, he pushed in further, drawing a pleasured groan from his throat. She was so tight, rich velvet over his dick. He embedded himself there, savoring the feel. He pulled his mouth away, tracing kisses over her bikini marks until he latched onto a puckered nipple. Dragging himself slowly from her depths, he quickly reentered loving the friction between them.

Kai purred in delight, gripping his head against her chest. Hums of delight sang from her throat as she moved her hips against his rhythm. It had been a while since she had had some. Now, she was beginning to wonder if those other times had happened, because Mathias was making this feel like the first. For a fucking quickie, this had to go down as the best. The way his fingers manipulate one nipple and his mouth sucked on the other, while his dick pounded, she swore he had to be the ultimate multi-tasker.

“Turn around for me.” He rasped against her ears.

Without hesitation, Kai swished around, causing waves to splash about, presenting her rounded backside to him. Mathias gripped her hips, laying kisses along her spine, before plunging back into her depths. He gritted his teeth against the intensity. He reached out for her long, curls pulling them to him gently. Kai found herself strangely aroused by such a possession. It was barbaric and erotic at the same time, forcing her to arch her back and widen her stance. The movement pushed him further in, which filled her fully. Her loud moan was his reward.

Mathias pummeled her hard yet gently, his balls slapping against her swollen clit given extra sting with the help of the water. His eyes traced the pattern on her back, falling on the rise of her butt, then to the juncture where they were joined. His other hand reached around her hip to touch her pump knot then strummed it like she had her guitar. Her hums grew louder, words dripping incoherently from her lips.

Suddenly, he could feel her puss tighten around him, a deep quickening followed as the first signs of her orgasm gripped him. He could feel her walls ease more essence over him, cleansing him in her scent. He pushed harder, going for a double. His own body was begging for a release. He twisted her around, wanting to watch her tanned breasts bounce to his beat and see her beautiful face. She obliged him and their eyes locked as his thumb pressed against her little button.

It was so intense, so good. He could feel her tighten around him again, looking for another release. This time he knew he would be with her on it. Kai screamed into her second orgasm just as Mathias spilled himself deep within her depths, recklessly. His heart slammed in his chest, drawing her up against him.

“Oh God, Kai. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I couldn’t…”

Kai laughed, running her hand through his hair, “It’s cool. I’m on the Pill. But next time, bring some condoms. I don’t make it a habit of letting dudes run up in me like that.”

He looked at her surprised then laughed. She was already thinking of a next time. He thought he had been the only one. Relaxed, he allowed his fingers to trace her bikini lines, dreaming of the new pattern the sun would give her.

Raspberry Beret (Ode to Prince, the Artist)

Kevin was watching a fly buzz around the general store. The low hum of its wings kept him hypnotized, steeping him further into his ennui. It seemed he’d done this same task yesterday, only it was a dragonfly. Anyway. The shop was dead. Tuesday mornings were the slowest, but his dad always insisted he be on hand for the locals.

That’s when he heard it: the most melodic laugh. It was definitely female. Soft, husky. It definitely wasn’t a little girl. His eyes peeped through the store front. There she stood with some other gals at the gas pump. She wore a breezy yellow sundress that did its best to clutch on to her luscious curves. On her head, she wore a jaunty beret. It looked military issue, but he wasn’t sure there was such a thing as a raspberry beret squad. Maybe it was once maroon and it got ruined in the wash. Who knows? Who cares? She was hot.

Her long raven curls fell just above her pert little bottom; a contrast to her rosy skin. Her limbs were long but she was definitely curvy. As she leaned against the old pick-up truck, he got a better view of her front half. Her face was heart-shaped with cheeks a shade rosier than the rest of her skin. Her lips were plump, red, kissable – scratch that, damn near suckable. Kevin suddenly felt a shift in his jeans and a lump forming in his throat. She was fiddling with her phone, texting, when one of the other girls handed her some cash. Sighing, she wandered toward the door.

The sway of her hips kept Kevin enthralled more so than that dang fly. They moved in a steady motion, a pendulum. Her hair swishing behind her licked at the top of her bottom. She was half way to the door when Kevin jolted himself away from the window to his post at the counter, trying to look inconspicuous. He had to hide this erection she’d caused. Now, safely ensconced at his post, he sighed in relief, waiting for her arrival. He pulled up the magazine he had been perusing earlier, pretending disinterest.

Where was she? He asked himself. It seemed like forever before he heard her step onto the creaky old stoop. That’s when he saw her. Ooh, he saw her. Her dress was clinging to her every curve and he could make out what looked like tiny raspberries dotting it. Her creamy legs looked tasty and strong, dancer like. Thank God for this counter, because his dick just doubled. She was hotter up close. Even better, he could smell her sweet scent as it drifted in over the humid breeze. She paused only a second when the ding from her phone caught her attention. She looked down then back at the girls to smirk. They must’ve sent her a joke.

She finally got her feet moving toward the counter that swish of her hips holding his attention. She placed the two twenties on the scratched wood surface. Kevin looked at her hand. They were delicate and fine. The long digits flowed effortlessly into the tips of polish-less nails. He noted the simple tattoo just at the juncture of her wrist, thumb side. It looked like two raspberries.

He took the two twenties. “You like raspberries, huh?”

“You should know that, you used to tease me something awful about it,” she retorted.

Kevin was suddenly confused. She knew him? Who was she? He looked up at her and noted those aquamarine gems she toted for eyes. And it hit him. Lizzie Green. Shit, he hadn’t seen her since eighth grade. Her family moved when her dad was called up to the big city for a major project. She was a homely looking girl back then. Stringing hair, thin as a bean pole, sickly looking. Hell, if you sneezed, she probably would’ve blown away. He and the fellas did tease her something bad back in grade school, but it was all in good fun. Truth be told, Kevin did love them ocean-colored eyes of hers. For a country boy who didn’t see the beach much, they were a good substitute.

Damn, how the years blessed her?

“You still chasing frogs down by Old Man Johnson’s farm?” she asked with a flirtatious smile, taking a lollipop from the white container, checking the flavor.

“Nope, chasing other things now.” He leaned a hand on the counter while his eyes raked over her body slowly.

She returned a look of her own. “Is that right?” She popped the candy (raspberry flavored, of course) into her mouth and took a long suck, causing Kevin’s dick to tick painfully.

Clearing his throat, he tried to regain control. “How long you in town?”

“Oh, we’ve moved back permanently, or at least my parents have.” Turning her back, she leaned her ample backside against the counter. “Your mom and dad still here.”

“Dad is. Mom ran off with the mail man.” Kevin rang up the gas, not the lollipop.

“That’s too bad.”

“Worked out for my dad. No alimony and a lot of women who are willing to comfort him.” He laughed. “What are your plans while you’re here?”

“Not sure, but if you got some, I’d sure love to hear it.” Her eyes turned on his, bedroom like.

“You still like horses?”

“Depends on the breed.” She hoisted her body up onto the counter.

Kevin leaned in closer taking in her flowery scent. She turned her torso toward him, giving a great view of her large breasts. Kevin’s fingers itched to touch one. She really did fill out.

“Studs?”

She smirked seductively. “My favorite.”

Lizzie quickly scrolled her thumbs across the screen then tucked the phone back into in her bra. Kevin was envious. He wished he could be wedged between those mounds and cradled by that soft skin. He let out a long sigh.

“Well, I know a place. But I can’t ask you to leave your friends.”

“Seems I’ve been abandoned.”

She was looking out the window noting the pick-up was no longer in the gas bay. Kevin’s mouth hung open in mild surprise then glanced at Lizzie. Her smile was wicked as she slid off the counter to wander toward an aisle. He could just make out her beret and the top part of her face as she made her way down the lane. He could see her eyes perusing the shelf looking for something specific. Kevin racked his head trying to recall what was down aisle 6.

Then it dawned on him just as her eyes lit up at the find. She had found what she wanted and was heading back to the check out. Shaking the Trojans like a box of doggie snacks, Lizzie said, “Put these on my tab.”

She handed him her credit card, which he absently ran as he stared dumbfounded at the condoms. Once the transaction had cleared, he handed her the receipt. She leaned over the counter, giving him a blatant view of her deep cleavage. Kevin was transfixed as she scrolled her name across the signature line then returned the slip to him with a wink. Curious, Kevin glanced down at the receipt and caught his breath.

Written in that cutesy, girlie script, right down to the heart shaped dotted “I” was the phrase: I’ve got the harness. You got the stud?

Kevin quickly jumped the counter ran over to the window to flip the Closed sign. He locked up as well just in case. His dad would kill him if he left the store unlocked. In fact, he was sure his dad would be plotting his demise as soon as he realized he was gone, but he needed this break. Taking her hand, he led her toward the store room, then out the back door toward his bike. He helped Lizzie on before taking his post in front of her.

The sun had been pushed behind some clouds and he heard the distinct sound of thunder in the air, but he ignored that as he kicked up the engine. A dust cloud was all that was left as he barreled onto the road.

“So, where’s the stable?” she purred in his ear.

“Old Man Johnson abandoned the farm a while back. It’s quiet enough,” he called over the engine.

Lizzie wrapped her arms about his waist, rubbing her breasts against him. He could feel the peaks rolling over his backbone, causing a strange thirst in his mouth. Her perfume was heady and sweet drowning out the smell of gas from the motorcycle.

“I know you must think me forward, but I’ve had a crush on you since Ms. Puente’s class,” she whispered huskily in his ear. Her hand drifted from his stomach to his crotch. Between the vibrations of the seat to the soft squeeze of her fingers he wasn’t sure how he was keeping his eye on the road.

“Really?”

“When my parents said they were moving back, I knew I had to come look ya up.”

“Well, you found me.”

Her fingers wrapped around his sack and gently tugged causing him to catch his breath. “I sure did.”

Kevin sped up the bike. Old Man Johnson’s farm was coming in the distance and so was the storm. Lightning flashed across the sky as they pulled inside the open barn doors and shortly thereafter came the flood. Kevin pulled the doors closed and shook off the water from his arm as Lizzie was glancing about the dimly lit barn. Fresh hay still lined the stalls and there were still some animals in them.

“Some of the neighbors are housing their animals here while they rebuild,” Kevin explained. “Old Man Johnson was suffering from dementia and his son had him committed to the old folks’ home.”

“That’s so sad,” Lizzie said, running a hand over the muzzle of a spotted Pinto. “I remember when you and Jimmy James and Morris Diaz ‘borrowed’ one of his prize hogs, then rode the poor thing through the school yard.”

“Yeah. My father tanned my hide good that night and left me without dinner.”

“But tell me it wasn’t worth it.” She leaned against the stall.

Kevin chuckled. “Worth every stroke.”

Lizzie eyed him seductively, running her lush tongue over her lips. “That’s kinda how I feel now.”

Without another word, she drew him down for a kiss. Her mouth folded over his like the purest silk, tinged with the fruity flavor of the lollipop. It was warm and inviting, pulling him closer and closer until his body was firmly pressed against hers. Her tongue toyed with his like a snake charmer with a flute. He was compelled to dance with it. Playfully, she bit down on his lower lip, tugging and sucking it into her mouth. This girl knew how to kiss and was making it a damn art form.

Lizzie took out the Trojans from her purse and pulled out a silver pack. Tearing it open, she sealed her lips over the latex then fell to her knees while quickly unzipping his jeans. She didn’t need to dig into the denim too far, since his dick decided to just roll out to meet her waiting mouth. Kevin gripped the stall tensely, taking in the lush feel of her cool mouth embracing him with the protection. He could feel her lips roll smoothly over the veins and flesh of his rod, pulling and push it in a steady rhythm. A euphoric groan rumbled in his chest, but it was quickly swallowed up by a gasp. Looking down, Kevin was treated to the sight of Lizzie pleasuring herself.

Her long fingers were hidden under her dress, but he could still see the circular motion of her hand as she stirred up her lust. Her moans vibrated over her tongue causing his dick to stiffen more. He watched, mesmerized by her multi-tasking.

“Fuck,” he whispered in awe.

Lizzie looked up, running her tongue over him like the lollipop from earlier. “You like?”

Kevin could only manage a nod, fearful his voice would crack.

She dipped her mouth over his dick again and began to stroke harder, matching the pummel of his hips pump for pump. Kevin was just reaching the edge, when he pulled out. He wanted to save some for her puss. He reached down and dragged her up. Lizzie pulled her dress over her head, tossing it over the stall, just missing the Pinto. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, naked as a blue jay. Kevin whistled his approval. Yep, she sure hell filled out.

Her breasts were just the right size - big. Her nipples were sippable, rose tipped and delectable. Her waist was slender, rounded by her curvy hips into long legs. Kevin’s breath was stuck in his throat, ragged. He didn’t think it was possible but he was getting harder the longer he stared at her naked form. He tore his shirt over his head, revealing his cocoa colored skin, proving he was no slouch himself. He kept his body in pretty good shape. With moving boxes from the trucks to the store room, he had to be.

Lizzie’s fingers trailed over the darkened ridges of his abs, causing them to flex. She wrapped them about the band of his pants and tugged them down his legs, playfully drawing his dick back into her mouth for a lustful second. He kicked off his sneakers and the rest of his pants before pulling her against his firmness. His hands kneaded her juicy booty, slapping and gripping it possessively. She didn’t seem to mind his gentle roughness. In fact, she seemed to draw closer to it. Her harmonious moans moved through him, begging for more.

“Boy, you something else,” he rasped against her ear, lacing kisses against her neck.

“And more,” she winked arrogantly, wrapping her legs around his hips.

Within seconds, she drew his engorged staff into her sweet abyss. She was warm, wet and inviting. It was tight and apparently gravity had nothing on her. She was riding and grinding against him like a rodeo star. Kevin was simply holding her hips as she did all the work. If he wasn’t careful she’d have him busting a nut standing.

Kevin moved toward an empty stall full of soft hay, their mouths never breaking contact. They rolled into the mound, covering themselves in the prickly grass. They were warring for dominance, but Kevin won out. He hooked his arms beneath her knees, locking her to his body and giving him a great view. He stared down at the juncture between them and was awestruck. Damn, even her puss made his dick look perfect. She was freshly trimmed with plump rosy lips wrapped about his pole. He watched mesmerized as he pushed his manhood in and out of her soaked depths.

Lizzie’s moans rattled through the barn as the rain washed over the window panes. Every so often, the thunder would join in to the melody. The pressure was intensify with each stroke, building the steam. Sweat began to run down Kevin’s forehead, over his chest and down his body. The sweet pressure of her sugar walls held him captive. Then, he felt the internal quiver of her body as it swallowed him whole. The vibrations triggered his own orgasm, forcing a loud grunt from his throat. He was trying to hold back, but it was too good. Within in seconds of the last stroke, the last drop pulled from his body, he fell on the hay next to Lizzie into a deep sleep.

Hours later, Kevin woke up to the sound of his cellphone dinging. He was alone. He noted the sunlight streaming into the barn from the open door. Where did Lizzie go? The ding of his cellphone drew his notice. Peeping the messages, he panicked at the first text from his dad inquiring about where he was, but it wasn’t until the second message that he realized his goose would be cooked.

Thanks for a good time, Kevin. I’ll be sure to return the bike. Oh, your clothes are hanging on the highest branch of Old Man Johnson’s tree. XOXO, Lizzie

Destined: The Encounter released May 21 on Lulu.com

Darlings,

I am so happy to inform you all that my sci-fi romance, Destined: The Encounter has been released on Lulu.com. This has been about 5 years in the making and was one of the first stories I blogged out to the world, when I was still on MySpace (wow!). Now, I've made it accessible to you. I don't know when it will clear over to iBookstore or Nook, but stay tuned.

If you just can't wait, you can click here to get your own copy.

I also am working diligently on the next batch of stories for the blog. Hint: I got one story that is a tribute to a true Artist and another one extolling the virtues of Happy Hour. Again, thanks for enjoying my stories and please always feel free to indulge your wicked side.

Be illicit,
Lady Cheena

First Anniversary - A Letter from Lady Cheena

Darlings,

Yesterday marked our first anniversary - and I cannot tell you how much I have enjoyed this first year of storytelling. No one ever sets out to write erotic stories. Let alone turn it into a career path.

There are certain stigmas and preconceived notions about writers who work in this art. I can be honest and tell you that I love what I do and I enjoy bringing it all to you, my Darlings. I am so glad you've enjoyed my tales, whether its been about an amnesiac stripper who makes love to her Dream Man or a strait-laced accountant with a sinful alter-ego.

I hope the next year brings more titillation and even wilder characters. To Illicitations <clinking glass>, you make it fun to indulge our wicked side.

Love,
Lady Cheena
The Empress of Erotica

The Hairdresser

Vixen LaCroix was late for her 2 o’clock press and curl. She could only imagine the heat she was going to catch from Olivia if she didn’t show up. The hairdresser was known to get cross with clients who disturbed the tranquility of her schedule. Clients had been let go for such crimes. That’s right, Olivia leaves you, you never leave her. Thankful for the empty space out front of the shop, Vixen parked her Beamer. Jumping out of the car, she dashed in with her excuses already.

“Olivia, I am so sorry. That crazy client of mine just would not leave me…” Vixen trailed off noting the silence. Most of the women were focused on the back area of the shop, where the sinks were. They were mesmerized by something – or someone.

“What’s going on?” she asked the sister at the desk.

“Olivia got a new ‘dresser today,” the girl with the lime green contacts whispered.

“What’s so big about that?”

“Child, wait to you see him.”

“Him? Twain let her bring in another dude. There must’ve been a cat fight.”

“Twain ran off with Raquel’s fiancé.”

“What?”

“Girl, shh, he coming.”

At the alert, all business resumed. Vixen returned her eyes to the arch leading to the back and was thrown ten paces when he emerged. He was gorgeous. Athletically cut in all the right places. Tall like sugar cane. His rolled up sleeves revealed two Celtic arm bands that looked so hot against his freshly tanned skin. His fingers were long and strong. His dark blond hair looked stylishly bedraggled, giving his hazel eyes an even dreamier look. He could’ve been clipped from an Armani ad in GQ magazine. What the hell was he doing in Olivia’s salon?

At the moment, he was leading old Lady Watson to his station, but she was certainly not her usual grumpy self. She looked more like a school girl as she tried to talk his ear off. He was polite, listening intently, rubbing her hair dry with a towel. Once the woman was settled into her seat, he took his post behind her, where the women were treated to a new view. For a white boy, he had a lil’ booty poking out from beneath them worn-in jeans by the way the girls sighed and shook their heads. Even Vixen was impressed.

Suddenly, she felt flush and had the urge to fan herself. Glancing up, she noticed him looking directly at her through the mirror. His eyes roved over her whole body before settling over her cocoa eyes. His sexy smile deepened even more. Was he checking me out?

“Vixen!” a shrill voice called out to her, causing her to jump from her trance.

Wincing, she turned around to face the petite shop owner with the killer afro. “Olivia, hey girl– “

“Unh-ah, you twenty minutes late.”

“I know, I know. But I couldn’t get away from Spendzilla. She practically wanted everything in the boutique. I had to pry this pretty ensemble from her clutches just… for… you.”

Olivia’s eyes lit upon the violet satin mini caftan. “Is that the one from India?”

“The very same,” Vixen sing-songed waving the material before her like a hypnotist. She knew she had the woman as soon as her eyes touched the outfit.

“I guess I can purify the air a little to forgive this one transgression. And that’s because your big girl clothes are the shit,” Olivia gushed. “But you don’t get off completely unscathed. Since I already started on Loretta, I’m going to have to get someone else.”

“Oh Via, no!”

“Colin!”

Did she say Colin? Suddenly, hot vanilla came strolling over after tucking tittery Old Lady Watson under the dryer. He was quick with some rollers; that was for sure.

“What can I do for you, queen?” He threw an arm around Olivia, which made the beautician giggle.

“You too cute. Vixen here needs a wash and style. Now, Kiera said that was your specialty.”

“Kiera? Kiera Jeans?” Vixen asked intrigued. She knew of the hairstylist well. Word had it, she was the hairstylist for the Minx whenever she popped into the ATL.

“Yeah, I apprenticed with her for three years after a stint doing hair in my mom’s salon.” His eyes roamed her body, causing the heat to rise.

“Colin has been pressing and curling since he was nine. And with that slut Twain running off at the worst possible time–“ A loud shriek halted her next words. “Raquel, now, stop that crying!” Olivia ran off toward the back to calm her grieving manicurist, leaving Vixen and Colin to get acquainted.

“So, how can I service you?”

Butt-naked with a box of Trojans and a free afternoon. “Uh, just a wash and style,” Vixen said following him to the back.

“Vixen? Now that is an interesting name.” Colin wrapped a small towel about her neck before draping the black cover over her torso.

“My parents are a bit on the eccentric side.”

“And you own a boutique?”

“Vixen’s. We sell the best in big boned fashion,” she beamed proudly. “I just inked a deal to be the inclusive carrier for Double D’s newest collection, Décolletage.”

“My mother loves that line. After six kids, she couldn’t quite get her figure back, but my daddy doesn’t seem to mind. He pays to make sure she looks good,” he chuckled. “Maybe I could stop in for a look.”

“Come anytime. I mean, come whenever you… So, you come from a big family? Wow, six kids.” She was blathering like an idiot.

“Three boys, three girls. A regular ol’ Brady Bunch. We even had a Tiger when we were growing up.”

“No sir!” she laughed easing back into the sink.

“Yes ma’am.” His fingers began to massage her temples sensuously, putting her into a relaxed state she had never been in before. Tingles of rich pleasure rippled down her neck into her body – and he hadn’t even hit the back of her head yet. Damn, she sighed to herself. These were some heavenly digits. As they spread over her scalp, they were hitting spots she hadn’t realized had any feeling.

She audibly moaned. “I take it you liked that.”

Vixen gasped, opening her eyes after realizing her moan was not internal. “I… am… so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It was compliment,” he smirked, his hazel eyes capturing hers. “Not many people realize the scalp is a huge erogenous zone.”

“Really?” Vixen sighed, easing back into the lull. His fingers began to delve deep into the mass of her raven locks, building up the lather. That wasn’t the only thing getting built up. With each movement, Vixen could feel it other places. As he slid his hand down the back of her head, her clit felt the motion and tingled. Her legs immediately crossed to quell the need. Then he began to run tiny circles along the sides, which caused her nipples to coil tightly. She prayed her bra was padded enough to hide the peaks.

She opened her eyes and saw that he was still staring at her. The heat from his eyes was intensifying all the feelings his fingers were evoking in her body. He leaned closer allowing his scent to cloud her nose. Shit, he smelled good. She imagined herself licking him up like an ice cream cone on the hottest summer day. She took in a breath, but was hard pressed to let it go. Her eyes fell on his pouty lips, wishing he would wrap those bad boys around her swollen clit right now to easy off this ache.

“Is that good for you?” he asked, huskily as he poured clean water over her head. All Vixen could do was nod. The lump in her throat was making speech impossible. He smiled wickedly, then licked his lips like LL Cool J. She almost lost her mind. Instead she finally released that exhale she had been gripping onto. Next was the conditioner. He massaged the creamy lotion into her scalp, working those digits double time as he hand comb it through her hair. Vixen’s eyes peered down his shirt and realized he didn’t have a tank on. She could make out a rosy, pierced nipple on a sturdy, hairless pec. She licked her lips hungrily wanting to slip it between her teeth and tug. She heard those gadgets made the area more sensitive to touch and she was dying to find out.

Colin rinsed her head again, waking her from her dreaming. Once the cream had washed out, he leaned over her to grab a fresh towel. Easing her up from the sink, he gently ran the cloth over her head.

“C’mon over to my station, sweetie.”

Vixen’s eyes glanced up at the ceiling. Lord, give the strength not to soil that man’s chair. Colin helped her into the seat and began to pump it up. Their eyes met over at the mirror and Vixen felt a blush come over her. He began to comb through the tangles like a pro (with the big tooth comb), then he ran her hair through with some Argon oil.

“You have really gorgeous hair,” he complimented, parting it in sections. “You aren’t on that creamy crack, are you?”

“What you know about the creamy crack?”

“I’m a hairdresser, ain’t I?” he teased, making her blush further. “I know it’s a crock.”

“Speak for yourself, Colin.”

Colin chuckled huskily leaning closer to Vixen’s ear. “Cora’s mad ‘cause I’ve turned two of her clients off the stuff.”

Vixen giggled. She had never used the stuff, not with her pro-Black momma touting the virtues of their natural curls. “Well, it is a business and you cutting into her money.”

“I can’t stand by a business that ruins real beauty.” He stated firmly as his eyes met hers in the mirror, sending another round of tingles down her way. “That’s why I loved Kiera’s. She banned relaxer use in her salon two years ago. Her business doubled within the year with girls looking to go natural.”

“So besides a good bump and curl, what else do you know – Colin?” she asked curiously, her eyes roaming his body as his had done earlier.

He smirked wickedly again. “I know a lot. I can twist it, curl it, press it, weave it, fade it, clip it with nothing but skill.”

“Ok, show me.”

“Whatever you wish – Vixen.” The way he said her name sent more tingles down her body and she actually squirmed a little.

For the next hour, Vixen watched as Colin did things to her head that was pure hair seduction. He blew it out with such finesse and care she could’ve walked out then and there and been good for the runway. But he didn’t stop there. Oh no, Colin went for the kill and curled her head into a ‘do Beyoncé would’ve paid top dollar for. The way his fingers twirled her locks reminded her of a lover playing in the folds of beloved. He was completely fixated on bending her head to his will. And she was looking hot while he did it. Not just hot; fucking hot. She sat mesmerized by the person staring back at her. Who is she? Oh, that’s right, it’s me. As he finished up, she glanced around salon and saw that all the sisters had the same look on their face: Whoa!

“All set, sweetness. Will you come see me again?” he asked handing her the slip – and his card.

Vixen felt bold. Must be the hair. She leaned closer, taking one last smell of him and handing over her card. “Only if you come see me.”

He glanced down at her card and smiled. “I just might.”

Vixen exhaled again before turning to pay the receptionist. As soon as she walked out the shop, she heard a chorus of shouts. “Colin, I got next.” “Bitch, you just got here. I got next.” “Do me, Colin!”

Once Vixen was in the safety of her car, she realized something. What was she thinking making such an invitation like that to a man she just met? Child, he probably gayer than Twain. He does sistahs’ hair. She rested her head against the steering wheel. You just played yourself stupid. Shaking it off, she rolled out back to the boutique, hoping to shed her shame.

Her staff held down the afternoon crowd like pros. She had come back to find some hefty sales on the register, meaning her day was done and her goals were surpassed. As the sun drifted down into the horizon, Vixen drew the curtains on her shop. Ever since leaving Olivia’s salon she had been feeling fiercely sexy and wanted to celebrate. Her body was a mass of tingles and her mind kept replaying Colin’s sexy smile over and over. Her eyes caught herself in the mirror. She was looking too good to stay in tonight. Glancing over at the racks, she decided to pull out a sexy number. That was one of the perks of owning your own shop.

She put on a slinky little animal print number that molded to her ferocious curves and paired them with some funky sky-high heels. Walking out the back, she gave herself the once over in the large store mirror. While doing so, she had the distinct feeling she was being watched. Glancing into the mirror’s reflection, she saw Colin standing at the door accentuated by the street lamp. She whirled around catching her breath.

What’s he doing at my door? Curiosity pulled her forward. She stood there with the glass between them staring at him. He looked delectable in a leather riding jacket, holding his helmet. Her heart raced a mile a second. Swallowing the growing lump, she unlocked the door.

“Colin? What can I do for you?” she asked, curiously.

“I thought your instructions were explicit enough,” he smiled. “You’d see me, if I come see you.”

Vixen’s heart skipped and dipped. “Oh, I did say that, didn’t I?”

His eyes studied her outfit hard. He even blew out a silent whistle of appreciation. “I guess I’m a little late to ask you for a moonlight ride.”

“If you give me two seconds, I can make the switch,” she assured him.

“I don’t want to interrupt your plans.”

“What plans? Hold that thought.” She ran into the back, throwing off the outfit and slipping on a pair of fitted jeans and a violet top. She threw on her leather boots and nabbed her leather biker jacket off the hook. Thankful she had made the purchase last winter. She barreled out of the back, slowing up to saunter the rest of the way.

“I’m ready.”

Colin turned at the sound of her voice and inhaled deeply. “Not yet.” He lifted his hand which had a black elastic band around it. He stepped forward motioning her to turn around. “I can’t let this hair go to waste.”

Vixen laughed as he tied her hair into a gorgeous ponytail. Once he was set, she turned to face him. Their lips were mere inches from one another. She could smell his breath, laced with the mint from his gum. She looked up into his hazel eyes and felt like she was going to melt. Without warning, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers and it was an instant spark. It was sweet and gentle. She could now taste the mint and relished it like it was a good glass of julep. The kiss deepened bringing his velvety tongue into play. She felt the texture all over her body, right down to her toes. Vixen wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer.

Colin pulled regretfully away with a heavy sigh. “C’mon, sweetness. Before the moonlight gets away from us.”

“We could just stay in,” she volunteered.

He chuckled huskily before drawing her against him. “I want to take you star gazing.”

Taking her hand, he dragged her out of the shop, giving her a second to lock up for the night. Vixen turned and nearly lost her breath when she got a look at his ride. It was a classic, custom motorcycle that looked like a butched up version of the bike in Purple Rain. It was black with serious chrome details that blinged in the light. There was a large storage bin in the back holding a picnic basket, blanket and wine. A giggle crossed her lips as she came forward. She had always fantasized about being Apollonia and some Prince would come and sweep her away. He better not be taking her to the sewage plant, she mused. Colin handed her a helmet. Once she was secured, he helped her onto the bike, then mounted himself. He kicked the ignition on with a resounding vroom then drove off.

Vixen held onto his waist snuggly while enjoying the views by the moonlight. His scent kept filling her nostrils drowning out the smell of gas. They were heading out of the city limits into the country. She saw signs for the lake and felt her stomach leap. Were they going watch the stars by the lake? He was definitely kicking the game. Colin drove the bike up a secluded hill overlooking the lake. The moon was high in the sky illuminating the shadows romantically.

Parking the bike by a willow tree, he dismounted then helped her off the bike, allowing her to remove the helmet and take in the view. Grabbing the large maroon quilt strapped on the bike, he laid it out on the grass then motion Vixen to relax. He retrieved the hefty picnic basket and placed it down between them.

“This place is pretty. I bet you take all your special clients here,” she surmised glancing at him sideways.

Colin snorted, shaking her head. “Hate to burst your bubble, but most sisters think I’m gay. So, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I don’t have a Casanova bone in my body. I just know what I like and I don’t beat around the bush to get it.” He leaned back on the quilt studying the lake then looked up. “Besides, I wanted to show you this.”

Vixen glanced up and caught her breath. The stars were twinkling like diamonds on a velvet blanket.  “Oh my. I’ve never gone star gazing before.”

“I used to sit on my Pop-pop’s old Coupe de Ville and watch shooting stars all the time. There’s supposed to be a bunch tonight.”

“Oh my God, there’s one now!” She pointed up, her voice laced with excitement and wonder.

“Hope you brought an appetite?” he asked, pulling little Tupperware containers from the basket. Vixen eyed him with humor. “I had a client who sold these. She swears by’em.”

“Is that potato salad, homemade mac and cheese, and chicken tenders?” she asked sliding closer. “Let me guess, you got a client who owns a restaurant?”

“No. Made these myself,” he beamed taking a scoop of tater salad to feed her. Vixen took a healthy bite then licked her lips appreciatively, rolling her eyes from the burst of flavor.

“Colin, you better watch out. You’re jockeying to be a triple threat.”

“How so?” he asked scooping up some for himself.

“You do hair, you cook and you are one very, very sexy man,” she boasted leaning in to kiss his lips.

“I’m aiming to be Man of the Year,” he teased, handing her a glass of wine.

Vixen took a bite of chicken and squealed with pleasure. It was crispy, juicy and delicious. “How did you do that? These are soooo good.”

“A chef never gives away his secret.” He leaned on his elbow watching her feast on his meal. She looked beautiful against the moonlight. Her high cheekbones framed lush, glossy lips, made all the more tempting as she chewed the tenders. “But I could be persuaded.”

“Really now?” she sighed leaning forward. Her breasts rolled forward in her tank top drawing his hot hazel eyes down to the décolletage. “And how can I persuade the information from you.”

“You’re making a good start,” he sighed pulling her over him to slash her mouth across his.

Fire ignited deep within Vixen sparking her blood. His lips were doing things to her that hands couldn’t even do. He tasted and teased all at the same time. He pulled the elastic out of her hair and dug his fingers into the mass of freshly washed curls. They pressed certain points on her scalp making her moan deliciously against his mouth. Soon the stars and food were forgotten as he pulled her jacket over her shoulders, trailing hot kisses along them.

“Ooo Colin.” Her voice was raspy with need as she felt his hands mold her booty firmly. Her core pressed hotly against his engorged shaft. If this is what it felt like with his jeans between them, she could only imagine when he was naked.

“You are too tempting to resist, Vixen,” he admitted rolling her onto her back to study her. Her hair spread out on the blanket like a silk scarf. He admired his work like an artist would his muse. His hand trailed from the loose lock to her arms pimpled with gooseflesh. “You cold, baby?”

“I’m sure you can fix that,” she sighed pulling him back onto her body. And sure enough, his body fired her blood, staving off the cold air.

He nuzzled her neck, tasting the sweetness there before uncovering a stiffened nipple. His lips immediately sought the flesh, twirling it over his tongue slowly, savoring its flavor on his buds. He relished the texture, its softness. It was a herald of what was to come. Vixen clutched his shoulders to steady herself. He shrugged out of his heavy biker jacket tossing it on the other side of the blanket next to hers. Not once did he break contact with her skin. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it right next to the now growing pile of clothes.

Vixen looked down the lengthy, muscle filled expanse of back and she thought she’d pass out. Damn, he has to be working out like crazy to be etched like this. He looked down at her, breathless, as if he just completed one of those works. There was a determination in those hazel depths that shook Vixen to the core.

“I have this overwhelming urge to taste you, sweetness,” he panted, his fingers undoing the buttons of her jeans.

Vixen bit her lips trying to keep a moan from slipping out. All she could do was nod her head, granting him permission. However, with the way he was looking at her, she highly doubted he would be denied a taste of her snatch. Vixen fell back against the blanket, feeling her jeans ease down her long, curvy legs. He then fingered her lacy black thong, appreciating the material’s softness. He pulled them down her leg as well, but instead of tossing them on the pile he pocketed them.

Vixen laughed at the gesture. “Now I’m gonna have to take something of yours.”

Colin smiled nudging her knees apart preparing to dive into her pool. “You can have anything you want, but I think you already snatched something… “

“What’s that?”

“My will to resist.” He dipped his head between her thighs and took a long sip of her clit. A sigh of pleasure escaped Vixen’s lips curling into the night air. The feel of his cool lips against her hot puss was causing more of an ache then quelling it. His tongue laved all around, getting to know each and every corner of her nethers and beyond. It was like he wanted to imprint her taste forever on his buds. Vixen felt like her puss was getting wetter by the second as he continued his oral stroke. It had been a long while since someone had visited her temple this way. One year, five months and two days. But who was really counting.

Suddenly, a dam broke inside of her. The steady tension he was building had shaken the rafters clear of the cobwebs and caused a ripple through her. Vixen raised her hips bearing into the wave of her first orgasm.  Her head bantered back and forth on the blanket as she gripped firmly to the blanket. He guided her back down to earth, but didn’t let her rest too long.

She felt him push her shirt up and over her head. Still dazed from the first shock, she could just hear the faint, familiar tear of tin wrapper. She glanced over to see him slide on the condom. Her eyes widened at the size of his dick. Good God, someone must’ve had jungle fever in his family to inherit that masterpiece. Dare she say, it had to be the prettiest penis she had ever seen? Long, definitely long, but with a mass and hefty that fit its nature. And he most definitely waxed it bare. Vixen was tempted to grab it and taste it like he had done her, but her puss was fighting to swallow it first.

Wait your turn, she felt it throb.

Colin leaned over her gently. He drew closer to her ears, kissing the lobes softly. “Did you like that?”

She whimpered her affirmation as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hand gripped her thigh possessively as he nudged his member between her depths. Just the tip, then pulled back. Vixen already missed it. He pushed into her again, this time further, but before she had a chance to grip it, he backed out again. She growled in frustration. His lips descended on hers trying to ease it, but there was no substitute for it. She tried to pull him in, but he had the advantage of being on top. Suddenly, he pushed his dick all the way to the hilt, causing Vixen to yelp in the most delicious pain she’d ever felt. He filled her completely. There couldn’t be any more room left, but she could swear there was more of him.

Her body quivered like it was her first time. He felt so good and he was far from over. Colin stroked her insides like he was trying to start a fire. The throb of his dick was hitting every ridge within her puss, causing a flood of orgasms to trigger like set intervals of dynamite. She tried her damnedest to grip him, slow his movements, but he was like a race car piston. He linked her leg over his arm, opening her body up to more of his drilling. She watched him look down between them, which piqued her own curiosity. But when she looked down, she thought she’d pass out. Instead another orgasm hit her.

She watched in sensuous excitement as his dick slid in and out of her abyss. Her head fell back, unable to watch the sexy scene any longer, but her imagination ran with it, emblazoning the sight in her mind. She could feel him, feel it. Colin bit her neck gently, his own grunts falling in line with her moans. The pressure was so sweet, so sinful. She had lost count of the orgasms that had trickled and tremored through her. Her throat was hoarse from the whines. She had no doubts that her passionate screams scared away every woodland animal within walking distance.

Seconds after her last orgasm, she felt Colin push as far into her depths as he go; a fierce groan gritting through his teeth before he collapsed next to her on the blanket. He drew the soft material on them to keep out the cold and hold her to his warmth. Vixen nestled her head on the pillow of his chest taking in his manly scent. She giggled drawing his eyes to her.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m gonna have to see you tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“You done sweated out my ‘do,” she laughed tracing her fingers over his chest.

Colin’s head fell back in a laugh. “I’ll have to check my book. How’s your evening look?”

“Open. Very open,” she smiled as she got up on top of him already feeling his dick lengthen inside of her, ready to please. Her eyes gazed up at the diamonds in the black sky, seeing a star fall as she rode the night away with her handsome hairdresser. She’d make sure she was early for her appointment tomorrow – but not too early.

The Fairchild Chronicles: Island Release

“Destiny, hold on a sec.”

Destiny was getting ready to leave the monthly board meeting when her brother, Chance, stopped her. She had just given the quarterly numbers, and everyone had seemed happy that the merger was indeed helping to keep the finances stable. Already Montgomery Media was experiencing record high postings. Circulation was on the move and the initial backlash they thought was on the horizon had been quelled down to a couple of angry letters and phone calls thanks to the articles in both the Norfolk Reader and The Monitor.

“What’s the matter, Chance?”

“You,” he stated as he watched the last exec leave the room. “You haven’t taken any time off.”

Destiny crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at her big brother. “And?”

“C’mon, Des. You need a break.”

Chance was right. She had been working herself – not to mention her staff – like crazy. Sadly, it had begun to affect her nights as well. She had received direct missives from her Toy Soldiers, begging for her to come and play. The last time she had been to the club had been on Kasim’s last night in town. He had made sure she had enough memories to last her until their next visit, but it hadn’t been enough to erase the knowledge that Mr. Drake had invaded her space and watched her play. Her puss throbbed at the memory. The man was doing things to her without any true provocation. She thought if she had dove head first into her work she could stop the rising desire for the handsome reporter. Destiny sighed acknowledging her brother.

“Ok, ok, Chance. I’ll plan a quickie trip somewhere,” she assured him before a second thought invaded her mind. “What’s prompted this?”

“What makes you–”

“Come on, Chance. I know better. Fess up.”

“It’s that expose,” Chance sighed.

“I see.” Destined understood. “Wait, what about the expose?”

“Have you not read the last two articles? Drake has refocused his piece on the management of the club. Particularly the mysterious Fairchild Lets.”

Destiny thought about the last time she had read the paper and realized her busy schedule had kept her nose out of the paper. “He mentioned Fairchild?”

“Yes, and I don’t know what you did, but he has alluded to some shady business she’s connected to; late night meetings with dignitaries, special boy toys, etc. Four guys, Destiny, really?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll handle it.” She assured Chance before he started a lecture. Chance was fine with her lifestyle as long as he didn’t have to hear about it, and Drake refocusing his expose definitely put it in her big brother’s face.

“When you get back from vacation,” he ordered.

She nodded her head, thinking. I’ll make sure it’s handled before I get back.

“He’s written quite a depiction of you, mistress,” Maggie Soon confirmed scanning the article. “He indeed mentioned your Toy Soldiers and Kasim’s visit. How did he know about his visit?”

“Probably the night of Kasim’s arrival. I had a feeling I was being watched but the tape from that night didn’t show anything. In fact, a huge segment was missing. What has Jacob said about it?” she asked as she paced her office floor.

Maggie blushed thankful her boss wasn’t there to scrutinize her. She knew she couldn’t hide anything from Fairchild. “He hasn’t mentioned anything to me.”

Fairchild knew she was pushing the line using Maggie’s blossoming relationship with her bartender to get the info, but this was war. Drake had invaded her sanctum and now she was set to defend it. His file hadn’t revealed anything useful. No gambling habit, no drug use, no gangland past. He was pretty upright on paper. She would need to get something and she’d have to use her more abnormal means to get it. “Tell Guard to get a hold of the Sith.”

Maggie grew alarmed. “Do you think it’s that serious?”

“Mr. Drake has grown too nosy and is muscling in my private business. It’s one thing to expose the staff on their terms, but he’s trying to expose me, which is not on mine. I’m sure Jacob has warned his ass of the consequences.”

“But, Mistress, the Sith?”

“He’ll get the info I need and make sure Mr. Drake stays out my business.”

“What if – I look into it?” Maggie offered.

Fairchild paused. She knew her assistant would cave with the proper motivation. “Maggie, are you willing to wreck something before it starts?”

Maggie swallowed. “As long as we can keep it in house.”

“Fine. I’ll be out of town for a few days. I want results – and answers.”

“Yes, Mistress.”               

Maggie hung up the phone nibbling on her pouty lip. She knew Jacob had spliced the tape from the security room and deleted the minutes Xavier Drake had been in Fairchild’s suite. It was a violation of club policy to tamper with the security system, but then again Jacob had helped create it. What was she going to do? With a sigh, she left the office to go find him.

Destiny dropped her phone in her purse and finished packing. She had decided to take a trip to the family beach house in Kingston, Jamaica. It was quiet, secluded, and as far as she knew, no one would be there. The private jet was already waiting for her at the airport. She was actually looking forward to this get away. When she had told her staff she was taking a quick jaunt out of town, a collective sigh had run through them, which had amused her. She would have to make arrangements with her assistant to have lunch catered while she was away.

Her thoughts went back to the dashing Xavier Drake. What had he seen that night? Something about him watching her pleasure herself sent another round of fine tingles down her body. She imagined his gorgeous hazel eyes following the motion of her hands as she squeezed and fondled her goodie bits. Had he been aroused? Had he touched himself? More importantly had he recognized her?

Destiny shook the thought as she made her way down to the waiting limo. Xavier Drake was becoming too much of a constant in her thoughts. Hopefully, this trip would alleviate his hold on her.

“What do you mean back off Fairchild?” Xavier exclaimed into his Bluetooth earpiece as he careened around a corner heading to the airport.

“Fairchild is not finding those articles too cute, Xavier,” Jacob warned cleaning a glass. “She’s on to you. She already suspects that jacked tape from the security room was my doing. She’s been on a rampage.”

“Look, I’m trying to draw her out,” Xavier assured him. “I mean she had a file on me on her nightstand. She’s digging into my background. It was only fair that I dig into hers.”

“And what have you found?”

“Not a damn thing. It’s like this woman doesn’t exist.” Xavier turned into the parking garage. “I’ve done searches all over the place and she’s a ghost.”

“I told you. Fairchild is private. She lets you know what she wants to let you know,” Jacob warned wiping down the bar. “Look Maggie just told me to warn you. She may be bringing out the heavy artillery. I may even have to cop to jacking the tape.”

“You turn snitch, Jacob?”

“No. But Fairchild respects cats who own up to a fucked up moment of non-clarity,” Jacob waved off. “Just so you know you are on your own next time. I make too much bank here for you to fuck up my money.”

“A brother understands,” Xavier said as he jumped out his car, toting his carry-on.

“How long you gonna be in Jamaica?”

“Man, I have been planning this trip for months. It’s gonna be a cool two weeks in the island sun. I finished the last piece yesterday and my editor will run the others while I’m away.”

“Oh, thanks. So, I’m gonna have to deal with Her Majesty while you’re gone?”

“Hey. Them’s the breaks,” Xavier laughed as he strutted into the airport. “Catch you when I get back.”

“Peace.”

The flight down was easygoing. No turbulence. No bad weather. Once the plane touched down, Henry was there with the limo to pick up Destiny. She never had to wait for a car when she vacationed in Kingston since Henry was always on time. She had chosen the large man for his intimidating demeanor, resourcefulness and special abilities. It also helped that he was deaf and mute. Henry had lost his hearing in a gang fight, when a rival member fired a gun too close to his ears. Having not learned his lesson, he had nearly lost his tongue when a drug dealer had come to collect his profits. Yeah, he had had it rough in the streets, until Destiny showed up looking for a driver with weight and discretion.

With his handicaps, he had had no prospects of finding any real work. Destiny hired him when her other driver had proven to be unreliable. Henry had proved himself more than reliable when Destiny introduced him into the world of Fairchild. He rooted out information whenever she needed it. He handled unsavory characters like a pro. And he turned a blind eye to Fairchild’s naughty side. For his dedication, Destiny set up a fund for his daughter and paid for her schooling in one of the more prestigious preps on the island, for which Henry was grateful for.

As Destiny approached the car, Henry began a series of signs, which she immediately responded to in kind. They had set up their own method of communication, certain hand signals only the two of them knew. Henry also learned how to read lips, which came in handy when Destiny needed it. The two hugged happily.

Is everything set? She asked as he took her bags and placed them in the trunk.

Your invitation to the White Party was received and RSVP’d. The party starts at 8pm. Henry replied.

“Excellent,” she said as she waved him on.

Henry paused for a moment, then signed, Are we here as Ms. Montgomery or Ms. Lets? He waved his hand in front of his face to describe her alter ego, which always made her smile.

Widening her wicked smirk, she replied, A little of both.

Xavier was chilling beachside checking out the “scenery” on the sand. Barely clad woman sauntered passed his towel with friendly smiles and secret invitations. Oh, yeah, this was going to be a helluva vacation. His hotel suite was off the chain. All-inclusive. No families. No bratty teens. He was trying to get naughty and didn’t want to refrain himself because someone’s child was in the next room. His boy, Carlton, had hooked him up with an invite to an exclusive, private party at the home of his playboy cousin. From what Carlton said, the White Party was the hot bed of unbridled passions and even hotter honeys. Thankfully, Xavier had packed a white suit for just this purpose – and his condoms.

The evening air brought a balmy breeze over the island, setting the relaxing tone for the night. Destiny patiently waited for Henry to open the limo door. She was painted the very picture of neo-sexy as she rocked a long, flowy, backless jumpsuit in the pre-requisite white the party called for. She paired the look with light gold sandals, bangles, and chain-link earrings. Her exposed skin was immaculate in its brownness, shining like silk hot chocolate. Her hair was bound back in a side bun adorn with simple white flowers, showing off her gorgeous face.

She knew she looked good. She was sure that Fenton would definitely approve.

Fenton Loch, the party host, was a good friend of hers – and Fairchild’s. He was part of an elite group of people who knew about her dual-identity. That was because Fenton was just as crafty as she was – and had his own alter ego to hide.

Henry opened the door and lent his hand to Destiny, who graciously accepted it. Before she mounted the stairs, she gave Henry his instructions.

I’ll text you. Make sure everything is set for tomorrow night. Enjoy the night.

Be safe. Don’t let Fairchild get you in trouble. He teased as he rounded the vehicle.

Destiny smiled after the driver before mounting the steps to Fenton’s mansion.

Inside the mansion, the music was bumping and the crowd was already gyrating. Despite the heat outside, there was cool air inside, keeping the sweat down to a minimum. Xavier was chilling by the bar with Carlton and the party’s host. They were checking out the situation on the dance floor. Women of all shades, shapes and swag were kicking it live. It was like an old school Puffy video. The ratio of men to women was like one to three. Xavier liked those odds. However, he was hard pressed to make a decision on whom to approach. They all looked good.

“Fenton, this party is off the chain,” Carlton boasted in his thick Jamaica accent as he sipped his Cognac. “Where you find dem girls?”

Fenton laughed, replying in an exaggerated accent. “You know how me do, cuz’n.”

“I got to say, Fenton, this is a nice crop you got going here,” Xavier admired.

“These are just the hood rats, my friend. Look around the perimeter and you will see nothing but the classier set.”

Xavier scanned the outer rim of the room and noted the beauties standing about talking with their friends or in deep discussion with other men. Fenton was right. The caliber was definitely higher, which made choosing a honey to pursue that much harder. Suddenly, his eyes were diverted to the entrance. Standing there, looking like the queen at court, was none other than Ms. Destiny Montgomery. She looked stunning in her all white. Fellas were already peeping the new prey. He was no better. As his eyes roamed over her body, a distinct pressure pulled in his midsection. It was intense. He should be feeling more concern that the CFO of the newspaper he worked for was at the same party as him – in Jamaica.

“Ah, and there she is,” Fenton sighed indicating Destiny, who waved at him from the other side of the room.

“You know Ms. Montgomery?” Xavier asked, realizing too late how dumb his question sounded. Of course he knew her, if she was in his house.

“Destiny and I go way back. How do you know her?” Fenton eyed the reporter pointedly, waiting for his answer.

“She’s CFO of Montgomery Media. She did the financial restructure and merger of the newspapers I work for,” Xavier explained. His eyes came back to Destiny as she made her way through the crowd.

The throng of dancers seemed to part for her, giving her more than enough room to maneuver to the bar. She hadn’t noticed him yet. It had been a long while since their last interview. She had sent him a nice note congratulating him on the piece. Her flowery perfume had accompanied the missive, which sat pinned on his board. He would pull it down every once and a while to sniff it. There were many days he wanted to call her to ask her out, but he’d remember her professionalism and knew it wouldn’t fly.

Destiny waded through the crowd, mouthing a hello to acquaintances as she moved along. Her eyes met Fenton’s and smiled seductively then she noticed his companions, one in particular. Surprise registered immediately then mild annoyance. A frown drew over her brows as she stood before the awaiting men.

“Mr. Drake.”

“Ms. Montgomery.” Xavier greeted raising his glass.

An awkward silence fell among the group, while the two stared at each, sizing up the situation. Fenton quickly noted the heat transferring between them. He recognized the admiration Xavier had bestowed on Destiny. The man seemed twisted. Most men were when it came to her. She was every man’s fantasy; beautiful, smart, witty. Destiny was the complete package – and her naughty alter-ego was even better. Clearing his throat, Fenton eased the tension by drawing Destiny’s attention to him. Taking her hand, he kissed it respectfully.

“Beautiful as always, my dear. How was the flight?”

Destiny offered Fenton a gracious smile that hit Xavier to the core. “The flight was great. No troubles.”

“Are you thirsty?” Fenton asked, his eyes roaming her body.

Quickly catching his drift, she deepened her smile. “For one of those cool rum punches? You bet.”

Fenton motioned the bartender to bring the libation. Destiny’s eyes turned back to Xavier. The earlier fire was now banked away. She couldn’t understand why she had broken her reserve. The moment she had seen him standing there looking sexy as all hell, all the anger and annoyance his articles had invoked had converged. She had to hold her hand back from slapping him. Then, oddly, she’d felt the heat in her middle when she remembered his invasion of her suite, his watching her pleasure herself.

“What a coincidence?” Xavier stated.

“Yes. How do you know Fenton?” she asked taking a sip of the punch.

“We met just tonight. My friend, Carlton, is his cousin,” he explained, tapping his boy on the shoulder. “Carlton, meet Ms. Destiny Montgomery.”

“A pleasure,” Carlton greeted kissing her hand as Fenton had done.

Destiny laughed. “You definitely are Fenton’s family.”

“Except I’m prettier than that fool,” Carlton teased gaining Fenton’s ire.

But Fenton’s annoyance was short-lived as he leaned into Destiny, whispering intimately into her ear, causing her to smile. Xavier observed the exchange. He watched as Fenton slipped an arm around Destiny’s waist, pulling her closer. They must know each other real well for him to demonstrate such possession. But something about it Xavier didn’t like. He felt like snatching that hand off her and leading her out. But he didn’t want to cause a scene, especially with one of the higher ups. Xavier tried to sooth his growing possessiveness by dousing it with Cognac.

She looked so beautiful tonight. Far from the stuffy CFO he had interviewed weeks ago. He knew that suit was hiding something, but he never imagined it was this. He cleared his throat to get their attention; actually, Destiny’s. “Have you kept up with the expose?”

“I’ve been busy, but my assistant has kept me up. I heard that you have refocused the story.” Destiny tried to keep the edge out of her tone.

“Yes. I thought I should dig into the management of the club. I mean that scene wouldn’t be accessible if they hadn’t made it so.”

“From what my assistant said, you went hard on the club’s owner, what’s her name?”

“Fairchild Lets. Well, she’s a bit of a mystery. However, my sources say she can get anything on anyone.”

Fenton’s ears perked up. That was the bee in her bonnet, he surmised. The reporter was digging into her world and he knew how much she hated that. He moved his fingers lightly over her ribcage to ease Destiny’s tension. He leaned in again to whisper. “He’s sparked you, hasn’t he?”

Destiny bristled, ignoring the comment. “From what Kimmy says, you make her sound like a mobster.”

“Well, that I don’t know, but she shrouds herself in mystery and keeps only a few choice individuals in her circle. If someone new comes in, she does an intense back check.”

“Does that make her a bad person to make sure she’s surrounded by good people?”

“She’s a club owner, not the financier of a major company.”

Fenton choked on his drink. He felt Destiny tense. “Ah, Fairchild–“ he bit down on his mistake “– I mean, Destiny. Why don’t we go dance? Talk shop with Mr. Drake later.”

Destiny glared at Fenton for his slip.

“Fenton, trust me Ms. Montgomery is no Fairchild Lets.”

She turned her eyes on him, furrowing her brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Xavier was thrown by the heat coming his way. “You’re far too classy to be put in the same category as Fairchild.”

“Now I’m intrigued, Drake. Why is Fairchild not classy?”

“Well, she has to have some serious issues if she feels the need to control everything around her, and that whole Dominatrix thing. Don’t get me started.”

“Would it be different if she was a man?” Destiny pressed.

“I don’t follow.”

“If Fairchild was a man and did all these things, would you have a problem with his dealings?”

“I’d think there would be something wrong with the brother if he was sporting leather pants and a whip.” Xavier laughed.

“From what I understand, bondage isn’t always about whips and chains. You even made that reference in your article. It is about control, but it is a mutual give and take between a Dom and his or her Sub. And what if Fairchild isn’t a dominatrix?”

Xavier snorted. “Oh, trust me, she fits the mold of a dom. Right down to her cavalcade of studs.”

“That smacks of jealousy, Drake.” Destiny observed. “Do you have a problem with her multiple partners?”

“I just think there is something unclassy about a woman who flaunts her business out on front-street like that.”

“You mean there’s something wrong with a woman being sexually aware of herself and putting it to practice. Just like a man to be a hypocrite.” Tired of the conversation, Destiny turned, dragging Fenton with her.

Xavier watched her escape baffled by their exchanged. You’d think I was talking about her.

Destiny dragged Fenton away from the party to his private den. She needed to cool down like yesterday. Drake had really riled her up. Her heart was beating like a race horse. Her palms sweated. Her breathing was ragged.  And, strangely, she was aroused by it. She could feel the pool between her legs; smell the essence in her nose. He was questioning her, something none of her Toy Soldiers did, except maybe X. But even he knew his place. Drake was proving to be quite the rebel. She would love to get five minutes with him to break him. She’d have to contemplate that when she got back to Norfolk. His file was clean, but he was opposed to her lifestyle – more like Fairchild’s. But he had watched her that night. Was he a voyeur?

“He’s under your skin, my dear.” Fenton observed, breaking into her thoughts. He poured a glass of Hennessey and passed it to her, then poured one for himself.

“Can you believe the nerve of him?” She fumed gulping the hot liquid.

“He doesn’t understand people like you and me.” Fenton ran a hand down her arm. “He doesn’t understand the passions and pleasures that can be had in our world.”

Destiny began to relax feeling the warmth of Fenton’s hands. Her eyes shifted toward him, perusing him from head to toe. “Will you show me how much you understand?”

“What is your wish, mistress?”

“Tonight, I wish to relinquish control.”

“To prove a point?” Fenton smiled. Destiny nodded, before casting her eyes down meekly. “As you wish.”

“Thank you… Master.”

“Remove your clothes.” His usually jovially tone hardened to one of authority.

Destiny shed her wrappings quickly. The anticipation of what he would do was heightening her senses. Fenton was very good at playing the dominator. They would often switch roles whenever the mood would take them. He was the only one she allowed such liberties. Fenton pulled off the long white silk scarf from his neck.

“Turn around.” The faint hint of his Jamaican accent mixed with the hard edge made her nipples coil. He placed the scarf over her eyes and tied it firmly behind her head. “What is our safe word?”

“Undone.”

Fenton slapped her ass soundly. “Good gal.”

He led her over to the couch. “Now, undress me – with your mouth.”

“But, Master, my lipstick will ruin – “ before her protest could leave her lips, he slapped her ass again. “Yes, Master.” The sting tingled her backside, rippling to other parts of her body. She couldn’t believe how sensitive she was tonight. It was Xavier’s fault, she reasoned.

She began to work the buttons of his shirt. One by one, she plucked them from their holes, exposing the dark skin beneath. Fenton was a specimen of fine flesh. Taut muscles layered in the richest ebony skin this side of perfection. He worked out religiously to maintain his body. She remembered how it felt to slap her palms against the rock he called an ass. It barely flinched. She pulled his suit jacket over his shoulders, then the shirt.

“The pants.” He ordered, sipping his Henney.

Destiny knelt down before him. Her teeth tugged on the leather belt, which proved difficult. Determined, she tugged hard and was able to dislodge it from its buckle. Her hands skimmed over his thighs, then reached up to caress his ample aforementioned ass. Fenton slapped them away.

“No hands.” He scolded. He watched her intently. Her red lipstick had left its imprint all over his shirt, jacket and now his pants. The stains were worth the view of his little slave undressing him with nothing more than her teeth. He had been looking forward to playing slave for her, but after seeing the ire Xavier Drake had brought her, he knew she needed this more.

Destiny pulled his pants down his legs. He had neglected to put on any briefs, which made her task easier. Fenton stepped out of his shoes and allowed the pants to pool on the floor. As she knelt before him, she could feel the heat of his dick close to her cheeks and the scent of his spice filling her nose. Her mouth began to water hungrily. Fenton shifted away. She sensed him walking behind her.

“On all fours.”

Destiny didn’t hesitate to follow the command. Her palms flattened against the plush carpet while her derriere created an elegant S-curve to her body. Fenton stood behind her admiring the view of her ass, exposing the slit of pink. Closing the space between them, Fenton knelt beside her, his hand running over the curvature of her frame. His large palm rested on the fullness of her booty, massaging the taut muscle there. He watched as she licked her lips thirstily.

“Have we been a bad girl?”

She shook her head. It was a lie, of course. Smack!

“Have we been a bad girl?” he repeated, stroking the spot.

“Yes.” She whispered.

Smack! Smack! “That was for the lie and the bad behavior.”

Destiny arched her back deeper into the sting. She loved a good spanking. Now, she wasn’t about the chains, but once in a while she liked to get tied up in silk. How would Mr. Drake feel seeing her this way? Not as Fairchild but the stuffy Destiny. Would he get hard? Would he join in? Ugh, don’t let him get in your head, she scolded. Fenton’s hand traveled the canyon of her booty to the slick ravine of her puss. She heard his groan. Fenton was always turned on by a good pooling.

“Bring your head here,” he instructed. Destiny shifted to face his body. His scent had deepened and the heat was scorching now. “Put him in your mouth.”

Destiny sighed. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could’ve maintained without sucking his dick. She quickly drew in his member, tasting the richness there. Her mouth immediately accommodated to Fention’s large width and long length. The tip firmly pressed against her esophagus, tickling the throat. She had a good control of her gag reflexes, but Fenton would often test it to its limit – like now. He pumped into her mouth smoothly as his fingers played over her wet folds. He was drenching his fingers with her own dew, while enjoying the feel of her mouth over his body. Then suddenly, he dipped a slick finger into her asshole, making her moan deliciously.

Now, Destiny wasn’t big into anal sex, but she didn’t mind a little finger play. She particularly didn’t mind Fenton’s slender fingers playing around there. He felt her hole constrict, trying to push him out, but he persevered, gently drawing in and out. He watched in the mirror he had set up the way her puss winked with each intake. She was flowing like a ruptured volcano. He loved seeing her head bob up and down over him.

“Oh yeah, gal. Drink me,” he encouraged. “Don’t stop now.”

His other hand drew her head closer, holding it in place as he pumped faster. He could hear the squish of saliva. Her moans grew louder, adding a vibration to the motion. At the height of the thrusts, he pulled out. Reaching for his condom, he quickly strapped up. Wiping his hand of her dew and juices, he pulled Destiny to her feet. Taking a seat in one of the side chairs, he straddled her over his lap, facing away. Destiny felt like she was floating.

“Bend forward.”

She leaned her body all the way forward until she teetered toward the ground. Fenton hoisted her round bottom up to accommodate his dick. There she hovered for several minutes feeling the throbbed of it, then, without hesitation he dropped her puss over him in a flourish and began a ruckus drilling.  After her first yelp, he ordered, “No moans.”

“But Master,” she whined against the pleasure. Smack! “Yes!”

She tried desperately to contain her pleasure, but he was making it so hard. Despite his seated position, she could feel his balls slap her clit fiercely. Several moans slipped her lips. Smack! Smack! She bit her tongue, trying to redirect the pleasure. Fenton was definitely making this worth her wile. Her body was so sensitized and her mind was so frazzled, she knew she was going to have to pay him in kind. The first pulls of an orgasm began to pluck at her puss, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Fenton leaned forward pulling her back against his chest, clutching her throat gently.

“Go on, my pet. Scream!”

Without further provoking, Destiny moaned recklessly, allowing the sound to resound about the room. His fingers diddled her clit, bringing about her second and third orgasms. Her legs shook wildly as each sensation traveled from her core to her extremities.

“Yes, Fenton! God!”

He pushed his mouth against her ear. “Suck me dry, gal.”

Again, with complete obedience, she dismounted from his lap, bent before him and took his dick into her mouth. Fenton’s head fell back in surrender as she played her magic over him. Before long, she could feel him shudder and felt the condom fill with his seed. It was another few minutes before his breathing came down to normal.

Feeling sated mentally and sexually, Destiny rose from the floor. She was back in full control again. She removed the blindfold and stared down at the man. Her demeanor had changed and Fenton recognized it immediately. In a complete turnaround, Fenton fell to the floor before her.

“Mistress, did I make you feel better?”

Fairchild touched his head, rubbing it like an owner would a pet. “Hush, my pretty toy. You did very well. Now, momma’s going to return the favor.”