Life Without Hope (22 page)

“
Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell yeah ya’ll can sit down,”

I said playfully. They giggled and took the seats next to me. I was

instantly intoxicated by their sweet perfume. There’s something

that intrigues the hell out of men to imagine two beautiful women

fucking, especially these two chicks. I was feeling aroused just by

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their nearness and the scent of their perfume mingled with the air.

We were the only Black people at the pool. I watched as little kids

ran wild playing and occasionally splashing us with water. The

adults lingered at the poolside covered with oil; white folks trying

to get Black, torturing themselves for a suntan. I just ogled the

two women like eye candy as they chatted and then turned to me.

“
My name is Tomica, this is Evette,” the one with the leopard

skin suit said.

“
I’m Leonard,” I said dr yly. Lust had me lockjawed so bad I

could hardly lie with a straight face as I made up the fake name. I

was feining on both these chicks.

The waiter came around and I offered to buy them drinks.

Drinks that I really could not afford. Of course, being sistas they

ordered the most expensive drinks. By dawn, I was drunk, and

dead ass broke. For the past few hours the women had been act-

ing real freaky. It was tormenting me to watch them feel on each

other and occasionally kiss. My dick was hard as the concrete stairs

of the swimming pool. Somehow watching them was like viewing

an exotic X rated movie, only they were not naked, yet. At least

that was what I was hoping.

Somehow, even in my semi-drunken stupor, I managed to

keep my wits. I knew that good liquor makes for loose lips, but I

had to spin my web in order for me to kick my game. I kept on

talking, and they enjoyed my spiel rewarding me with laughter.

The good thing about being a preacher’s son is, if needed, I could

drop the street lingo and talk intelligent. I learned that in private

school and in Sunday School also. I gave them some lame-ass story

about how I was a Florida State student that flunked out of school.

They ate it up. For some reason it got quiet and for the first time,

I ran out of words. They began to whisper. I heard Evette say, “Ask

him.” Tomica gave me the once over like she really was not sure of

what she wanted to say, or just how to say it, a look that said if she

could peek inside my soul to see could I be trusted, she would. I

just acted nonchalant to their whispers. A lone pigeon landed on

the walkway a few feet away from us. It was dark outside except

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for the pool lights. The bird scurried around either lost or late as

hell, trying to get home. Somehow I could relate to him. He

ambled over to a folding chair and watched us.

“
Leonard … Leonard!” Tomica called to me. My mind was

elsewhere. I turned to her. She watched me intently before she

spoke, “Evette and I have a proposition for you.”

I leaned forward, craning my neck, damn near falling out of

the chair. Evette erupted in laughter. Tomica just made a face that

said she thought I was stupid.

“
Proposition?” I repeated scratching my head. They were

watching me like hawks. My mind was full speed ahead, two beau-

tiful women and a proposition? I placed both of my hands on my

lap to hide my thoughts. Not to mention, that hairy-ass bulge

between Tomica’s legs was driving me crazy. Lesbianism is about as

erogenous as sex can get to a man’s mind. Like a feminine utopia.

“
Follow us to our room,” Tomica said, with eyes lidded with a

promise of sweetness. She stood turning her back to me. Her

thong was missing somewhere in the mounds of her butt cheeks.

As she helped Evette up, I watched her ass dance for me. How

much torture can one man take by a twosome of scantly dressed

lesbians in heat? I could see Evette through the gap between

Tomica’s legs. She was watching me closely.

I played it off, acted naïve. Evette ate it up. I didn’t know what

these two females had in store for me, but the excitement was

mounting, like reading a good suspense novel.

The pigeon watched. The waiter, turned janitor, swept the

deck of the swimming pool within inches of him. The women

were whispering in conspiratorial tones as they walked into the

lobby. I followed, enjoying the view from the back. For the first

time I noticed the tiny mole on Tomica’s butt as she wrapped a

towel around her waist. Up ahead at the elevator door, a family of

white people were watching us as we approached. They looked

like the Brady Bunch on vacation. I could tell they were not used

to being around Black folks. Tomica and Evette were still talking

in low tones. I whistled absent-mindedly as I looked around like I

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was fascinated with the décor of the hotel lobby. I was just trying

to blend in and not establish eye contact with the white folks that

were gawking at me. I was conscious that I was not wearing a shirt,

it was wrapped around my head. I was drunk and horny. A little

white girl was staring at me. She was no more than 12 years old.

She was looking right at my crotch. I had an erection somewhere

close to my knee.

The elevator door dinged open. We entered. The little girl was

still leering at me. Tomica and Evette positioned themselves on

both sides of the pudgy looking white man. He had rosy cheeks

with a pleasant cherub face, with thinning hair on his shiny dome

with a few strings of graying hair combed over the front, the way

men do when they’re going bald and refuse to let it go. Just as the

elevator door slowed to a stop, Evette turned and flung her arms

around the white man, kissing and jabbering lunatically.

“
Thank ya sir! Thank ya sir! Thank ya sir for freeing the

slaves.”

Kiss, kiss

…

I watched in shock, mouth agape, but the old white dude

looked to me like he might have been enjoying himself. His wife

was furious as the rest of his family just looked on bemused,

except for the little girl that had been watching me. She placed her

hand over her face and giggled. Tomica wrestled Evette off the

man and rushed out of the door as soon as they opened. Shoving

Evette, she stopped and gestured with her hand, pointing her fin-

ger at her head indicating that Evette was crazy. “Excuse her sir,

she’s on medication.” The white man just blushed like it wasn’t

every day he was mauled by a beautiful sista.

Even if that had not been my stop when that door opened, I

was fully intent on getting off that elevator; them two broads were

acting strange.

I entered their large plush hotel room. It looked like a large

warehouse, it was stocked full of ever ything. You name it, they had

it. Everything from fur coats to twenty-two inch rims. Wide

screen televisions and clothes, clothes, clothes were everywhere

from wall to wall. I looked around in awe trying to figure out how

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two women could have so much shit. Then it dawned on me, they

were boosters. Professional thieves. It wasn’t uncommon in the

hood for women to hustle to earn a good living off of stealing

clothes and things.

Evette removed a wallet from underneath the towel she was

wearing. It became clear that these broads were clever, a lot clev-

erer than I thought. While Evette acted as the decoy, Tomica

relieved the mark of his wallet. I feigned like I did not know what

was going on.

Tomica counted out money. I folded my arms across my chest.

The room was cold. They had the air conditioner turned up sky

high. Evette must have sensed my discomfort because she walked

over to the air conditioner and turned it down.

“
Chang! Chang!” Tomica said jovially, holding a fist full of

bills in her hand. “Seven hundred dollars, from a fat square.” The

women exchanged high fives and kissed lightly on the lips. Tomica

winked slyly at Evette. She thought I did not notice.

“
Go fix our nice friend here a drink,” Tomica said to Evette.

The plot was about to thicken, I could tell by the way the two

looked at each other they were up to something devious.

I remarked dumbly, “Ya’ll sure like to do a lot of shopping.” I

made my words slur like I was drunk. Evette rolled her eyes as she

moved toward me gracefully, wide hips swaying. She walked like

maybe she could have been a model at one time. As she passed me

the drink she never took her eyes off me.

“
Have a seat.”

I looked around and shrugged my shoulders. There was no

place for me to sit, and I couldn’t even find a spot on the floor.

The place was packed with merchandise. My mind was now cal-

culating numbers, figures in my head. I watched as Evette took the

clothes off the love seat. Surreptitiously, I peered down her

bathing suit at her breasts. They looked firm like she had never

given birth. I wondered how old she was. Twenty-five at best, I fig-

ured. Evette was the silent one, but her voluptuous body spoke a

language, the kind that communicated with a man in ways that

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her mouth would never be able to. Some women were like that.

Bodies that exuded more than charm, they asked questions, but

only if a man took the time to listen to the signs.

My mind wondered again,

how could two women possibly get off

on bumping and grinding pussies on each other?

In a way I felt some-

what agitated by it, like a man couldn’t satisfy them. Hopefully I

would be able to change all that.

Undulating, Evette sauntered by. I bit down on my lower lip

as I touched myself. Lord these women were killing me softly.

There’s an alluring scent that women omit that no man can

accurately describe, I’ll just say that it is sweet like nectar. The

room seemed to permeate of it, making it hard for me to keep my

composure. Inside my body, I felt wild and untamed, lewd

thoughts rushed my brain.

From across the room I watched as Tomica meticulously went

through the wallet as if she were looking for something in partic-

ular.

“
Is ever ything there?” Evette asked.

“
Yep,” Tomica responded, the scowl on her pretty face tense

with concentration.

In the mark’s wallet was a Visa, MasterCard and various other

credit cards and IDs. The items were neatly placed on the bed. As

they worked, I watched wondering what the hell they were doing.

Occasionally I would pour my drink into the carpet, fake like I

was sipping something.

Poised, Tomica held the phone, sighed, took a deep breath and

for the first time I noticed a large diamond ring on her pinky fin-