Honey Lust: Destiny’s Double Delight

I, Dr. Destiny A. Edwin, OB/GYN, started my busy week with my routine of exercise, breakfast, and work. I have my own successful OB/GYN practice. You could say “I’m the doctor who cares about your downstairs.”

I care very much about both the staff and my patients. I’m probably the only OB/GYN in Atlanta who buys condoms in bulk and also brings a box to the local health department. Success aside, I was about to be a single woman because I had gone through the process of divorcing my husband, Dr. Colin Post. We had met in college, married after completing our residencies, both opened up medical practices, long story short, our marriage was healthy until Colin fell off.

Our marriage problems began when Colin and I had both opened our practices; his general practice had struggled while my OB/GYN practice thrived. When it came to who caused the most problems in the marriage, Colin did the most with his cheating, his emotional neediness, wanting to keep up with the Joneses, and his stress-related health issues. But the final straw that led to me divorcing Colin was his fourth mistress and the time he got busted by the police for drug possession involving the drug Molly and black-market Viagra. One of the signs that I knew my marriage was over when the police officers, the attorney-at-law, and bail bondsman all wanted me to divorce him. I remembered the constant fighting we had after I paid his bail and another fight we had while at the attorney’s office. Colin didn’t want to give up the livelihood when the attorney suggested he go to rehab, closing his struggling practice, and get a job to pay me back for bail money; he was also at risk of losing his medical license.

Colin and I officially divorced after he closed his practice, sold the building, lost his license, and went to jail; he had to do all that at the advice of his lawyer because of the arrest. I coped with the divorce by focusing on my still-thriving OB/GYN practice and kept myself busy. In addition to my practice, I had plans for the now-vacant building that once housed my ex-husband’s medical practice and plan on turning it into a day spa for women. One Friday night, I had a girls’ night out with my best friend/next-door neighbor Akeisha Peterson, my sorority sister from college Dawnyelle Silver, and three of my ex-husband’s mistresses, all of whom were my new friends post-divorce, at a Tex-Mex restaurant; there we talked about divorce party plans, revenge ventures, and male strip clubs. My Spelman sorority sister Dawnyelle has plans to open up a male strip club after getting a hefty settlement from her divorce (her financial advisor ex-husband had not only had an affair with his boss’s wife, but he also tried to kill him and took life insurance policies out on him.), that and her full-time job working at her ex’s financial firm.

“We should either write books about our divorces and write them as scripts for Lifetime movies or pitch a new show for the network and call it ‘My Divorce Story’ or something like that.” I said to Dawnyelle.

“That would be a good idea, plus we should start a financial firm to help divorced and widowed women create business start-ups, that way they don’t have to resort to matrimonial homicide to get the life insurance benefits.” Dawnyelle said to us.

“I like that idea! When you mentioned opening up a male strip club in Atlanta, I thought ‘Is the former Gold Club building still standing?’ Tell us about the plans for the club.” I said to Dawnyelle as we switched subjects.

Dawnyelle then gave details about her male strip club-in-the-making, such as a VIP room, a shower room, an adult shop, an erotic romance bookstore, and also vending machines in the women’s restrooms (one filled with toiletries, one filled with chocolate, and one filled with lube and condoms); her club would also welcome visiting male revues. Both Dawnyelle and I had never lost our ambitious sides, she also had an idea for a nationwide divorce support group for all sororities and call it SASH (Sisters Against Sorry Husbands). All this talk of strip clubs and divorce parties got me on a mission: to reawaken my inner sex kitten. The next day, Dawnyelle and I went over to Lion’s Den and bought myself a stripper pole for my bedroom, it was the first on my post-divorce to-do list under trying new things. I wanted to celebrate my divorce the same way Paris Hilton celebrated her 21st birthday with parties all over the world; I like to take my friends, rent out a private jet, and celebrate in places such as New York, L.A., Miami, Paris, London, Milan, Tokyo, and back home to Atlanta; I’m saving that for next year for my divorce anniversary.

I wonder if there’s such a thing as divorce registries, that should be a real thing. I thought to myself.

While I had a busy work week at my practice, I managed to set up my stripper pole in my bedroom as I looked up venues for my pending divorce party. I did a lot of multitasking without missing a beat; one day after a workout session, I had Akeisha come over to my house and looked at divorce party cake designs on my computer. The design I had was the one with a bride with a house, cars, and money and the groom with his packed suitcase, though on my cake the groom would be in an orange jumpsuit because I had divorced Colin before he went to jail.

“You’re doing a lot with everything, especially after your divorce from Colin. But I’m worried about you, I mean when was the last time you had fun?” Akeisha asked me with genuine concern.

“Other than a spa day with my work friends and of course mall day at Lenox Square, not much.” I responded.

“Those are always fun, but what about sex?” Akeisha asked.

“My sex life with Colin, if you can call it that, was no picnic at the park. I’m usually the one initiating sex, but he rather be going out with the guys on weekends or just be too tired from work. He would get stressed more often, be gone for hours, and all that. Colin had exhausted and stressed me out the entire marriage.” I said to her.

“Why don’t try going out again? You should have more fun in your life, dating and sex included. At least you don’t have to worry about Colin anymore and you won’t end up on Snapped or any other crime show. Give it some thought, okay?” Akeisha suggested.

After talking to Akeisha and also a workout session on the newly-installed stripper pole in the bedroom, I had given some thought on going out again. The following weekend, I bought myself a sexy one-shoulder black dress with double slits and a new pair of high heels. I had also styled my medium-length hair into an updo with a dark headband tucked into an accent braid.

I first went out to the Jade Dragon, a pan-Asian buffet spot, for dinner and then to this club called Escape, an exclusive club for black women; I became a new member that night with a new membership card (after paying a one-time new membership fee) and took a tour of the three-story building that housed the nightclub. I entered the club as a new member and my pussy’s ready for a new dick.

The entire club was filled with beautiful black women interacting with men of other races. I took the elevator to the second floor, known as the Honey floor; I got to see plenty of black queens interacting with Asian men, they’re either dancing out on the dance floor or socializing at the bar/lounge. I had stopped by the bar, ordered myself a drink, took a few sips, and people watched.

Then, a male voice spoke to me from the back.

“Excuse me, would you like to dance with me?” He asked me.

I turned around and there was this young man in front of me, he was five-foot-eight with full lips and almond-shaped eyes; he wore a white tank top with white ripped jeans that showed hints of his honey-kissed thighs. I accepted his little dance invitation as we walked to the dance floor. A slow R&B jam played and we slow danced to the beat. His hands rested on my hips as I briefly looked into his eyes.

He whispered in my ear, “Jeongmal areumdauseyo.” (You’re so beautiful.)

“Thank you.” I replied.

“Tell me your name, beautiful lady.” He said to me.

“My name’s Destiny. And you are?” I asked him.

“My name’s Korain.” He said.

“Where are you from? I’m asking because the way you complimented me in your native tongue sounded nice.” I said to him.

“I’m Korean, I’m from Miami by way of Seoul, South Korea. How about you?” He asked me.

“Atlanta native, born and raised.” I replied.

“Nice. I wonder why your mom and dad named you Destiny.” He replied.

“My parents are R&B music fans, my mom told me that she named me and my siblings after R&B singers. She named me after Destiny’s Child, plus she thinks there should be more Destinys in the world because one Beyonce is enough.” I said with a smile, we both shared a laugh and I noticed that his smile was as bright as his name.

“I also wonder if your middle name’s R&B inspired because it sounds like your mom has good taste in music.” Korain said.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to tell her.” I replied.

“So what brings you here?” He asked.

“I needed some fun, I’m newly divorced and also newly hormonal. How about you?” I replied.

“Waiting on a friend and also having some fun.” Korain said as he maintained eye contact with me.

“What do you do for a living, Korain?” I asked.

“My friend and I are exotic dancers, we came from Miami looking for a new club to perform. We were both in this male revue called Vice Men and had performed at this club in Miami Beach called Club Afterglow.” He told me.

From what Korain told me, both the club and the male revue had a lot of problems as well as potential; it was like Magic Mike met American Greed met Snapped met Miami Vice. I swear this would make an interesting episode of Dateline.

“I’m just glad you and your friend left Miami for Atlanta before things had gotten worse.” I said.

“What do you do, Destiny?” Korain asked me.

“I’m a doctor, an OB-GYN, “ I said.

“That’s great.” Korain replied as we sat on the lounge’s large, comfortable couch.

A few minutes later, Korain’s friend had arrived at the club. Both men have almond-shaped eyes, full lips, and honey-kissed skin; though his friend has blonde hair in an asymmetrical cut that nearly covered his eye and was two inches taller than Korain. He had introduced himself as Ha-Neul, he looked like he stepped out of manga and he had on an outfit similar to Korain except it was red and he didn’t have on ripped jeans.

Korain introduced me to Ha-Neul in his native Korean tongue, which has impressed me and given me an idea of wanting to take a few foreign language courses, Korean being on that list.

“A pleasure to meet you, Destiny.” Ha-Neul said to me as he kissed my hand.

“Likewise.” I replied to him.

I got to know these two men that night, they became friends because their mothers are best friends. They went to school together and had also worked at an outlet mall before becoming male strippers at Club Afterglow, the two men have performed with the Vice Men for nearly two years until there were problems with the venue, both financial and legal.

“I have a friend from college who is planning on opening a strip club here in Atlanta, she’s in the process of buying a building for the club as well as making other important business decisions.” I told them.

“Cho-un!” (Fantastic!) Ha-Neul happily exclaimed.

“Would you like us to show you some of our moves?” Korain asked me.

“I’d love to see you two perform, how about the three of us go to my place tonight?” I asked them.

“We love to.” Korain responded as the three of us left Escape that night.

It was eleven o’clock when the three of us arrived at the now-in-my-name two-story townhouse that I got in the divorce, I let two men into the living room once we were inside the house and offered them something to drink. I came back with three cold bottles of water as I sat down with them on the sofa.

“Being that the two of you are exotic dancers, what kind of music do you two like to dance to when you’re performing on stage?” I asked them both.

“I like to dance to R&B music.” Korain said.

“Same thing, but I also like to dance to Rihanna, Britney Spears, Beyonce, and Janet Jackson.” Ha-Neul replied.

“I have two R&B mixtapes that I have burned onto CDs myself. I’ll play them on the stereo.” I said to them as I got up from the sofa.

I took out one of the CDs and played it on the stereo; I then watched as Korain danced first, he moved his body to the slow beat of the music. He sensually danced as he lifted his white tank top, revealing some of his abs. I silently counted them and he had an eight-pack on him, I was very impressed by both his moves and his physique. The next song played and Korain then showed off floor moves, complete with body rolls and V-line teases.