Chapter 27

After a quick squeeze of my waist, Cindy glanced up at me. With her eyes ablaze, she flashed me a mischievous grin. Even as she glided from my arm, click-clacking on glossy red stilettos towards Yeshia, I couldn’t tear my gaze from the younger woman’s visage.

Time crawled. Backwards.

As soon as she’d spotted us, Yeshia’s sleek, brown cheeks had darkened. While shifting her gaze from me to Cindy moving nearer, a faint tremor wriggled through her. With kinked short dark hair framing her face, her tongue flicked around a glistening purple mouth. Held up by thin spaghetti straps, the sleek black minidress let the last sunbeams glimmer across her bare shoulders. A large, glittery golden bag hung from her.

She was a vision. As Cindy approached, Yeshia’s black high-heeled sandals squeaked on the tile.

With my pulse thundering in my ears, muffling everything, I didn’t want dinner. At all. No, I hungered for—her. As my eyes shifted to Cindy’s rhythmic, swaying hips, I held in a groan. Both “hers.”

“Oh, Hiram, doesn’t this princess look luscious?” Cindy said over her shoulder as she halted. While facing me, she ran her fingertips along Yeshia’s shaking arm and leaned closer to her. “See that expression, Yeshia? Hmm, oh, yes. Hiram wants you. Do you know what he’s going to do?” After Cindy pressed closer, her mouth continued to move. And, eyes widening, Yeshia quivered.

Although I couldn’t get the words Cindy was whispering, I heard every scratch of Yeshia’s shaky heels on the tile. The slight snap as her lipstick tugged free at the corner of her parting lips. The low, hungry moan in the back of Yeshia’s throat. And the soft gliding of Cindy’s fingertips. Weird, huh?

“Don’t you, Hiram?” Cindy said as she drew from Yeshia’s ear. “You crave sweet little Yeshia?”

“Mm-hmm.” I mean, duh.

When I stepped closer, Yeshia’s dark eyes became white-rimmed. Beneath the heaving bodice, her nipples were sharp. When I reached out to caress her other arm, her knees wobbled. As the young woman wavered in my grip, I flashed a grin at Cindy.

“I crave you both,” I said.

After a gulp, Cindy slid to one side and, with Yeshia’s sleek frame gliding between us, we marched towards the restaurant entrance. At the young woman’s soft whimper, I looked down to stare into her bottomless shiny black eyes. Whatever whispered words Cindy had shared with her, those eyes were ravenous. The only thing keeping her hand from driving to my bulging ache was the sudden bass voice of a straight-backed, black-haired man in a tuxedo.

Breaking off his conversation with a short, dark-haired older woman in a glittery dark dress, he turned to us. His gaze moved from Cindy to Yeshia and finally raised to meet mine. Although his lips disappeared into his mouth, his eyelashes fluttered for a split second until Cindy coughed.

“Cindy Jenkins. Table for two ... Uh, three. I’ve got a reservation.”

As soon as her voice broke the man’s gaze, he swallowed before scanning a list on a small gold-trimmed black podium.

“Ah. Yes.” He said, before snapping his fingers. “Elaine!” After stepping closer, the woman beside him looked where he’d pointed at the restaurant plan. “No. On second thought.” When his eyes drifted over me again, not with the usual disapproval, a wriggle slithered up my spine. They held a faint glimmer of hunger. “Booth one.”

“Yes, sir,” Elaine replied before smiling at us, lifting three menus, and sashaying into the crowded, dimly lit restaurant.

With Cindy in the lead, dragging Yeshia by the arm, we weaved between thick, carved black and gold-laced gray marble pillars. As I followed, I split my vision between both shapely forms and the towering windows. They looked out onto a little urban plaza before the Georgia-Pacific Building. Somehow above my thundering pulse, I caught a soft jazz melody, a few of the well-dressed diners and the clinking of silverware.

Real silver.

The tables were draped with white tablecloths.

Even in my finest suit, I felt underdressed as we made our way across the broad room.

Once at a small semicircular booth nestled in the farthest corner under one of the tall glass-panes, Elaine stood to one side so we could pass. Beneath the low light of a narrow golden lamp hanging above the table, brown leather cushions gleamed.

“Oh, sweet thing.” After Cindy halted, she motioned Yeshia into the booth. “I want you between us.”

With her eyes flicking between us, Yeshia’s purple lips glimmered as she slid inside, followed by Cindy. Once they’d sat, I settled across from Cindy. As much as I wanted her tight little body next to me, she flashed me that impish smile. A tremor sped through my core. She had a plan. As usual. Yeah, why Cindy kept saying she was simply my “little white whore,” I’d no idea.

Once we’d settled, Elaine placed the menus on the table. After a curt smile, she departed. When a waiter swept by to get our drink order, Cindy ordered champagne. Once he’d left, she grinned.

“It’s such a special night, don’t you think, Hiram?” Even as Cindy spoke, Yeshia’s nails clacked when her hands balled into fists. From beneath widening eyelashes, her dark eyes shot to Cindy, whose hand had settled on Yeshia’s thigh. “For a very special new friend. She’s so warm, baby. The poor little thing’s trembling again.” Cindy turned to Yeshia. “Are you nervous, princess? Or horny? Or both?”

At first, there was nothing but the general hubbub of surrounding voices penetrating the rushing of blood in my skull. But after Yeshia’s lips peeled apart, a soft whimper escaped them. Her eyes shifted to mine.

“Both,” she whispered.

It was the loudest whisper I’d ever heard.

“Well, you needn’t be nervous, Yeshia, my sweet.” As she spoke, Cindy’s fingers tightened, pulling a louder whimper from Yeshia’s shaking lips. “Hiram and I will take excellent care of you, won’t we, baby?”

To this day, I’m not sure where my confidence came from. But Yeshia jolted when, instead of speaking, I slid closer to her. After nudging against the silken warmth of her other bare thigh, I placed my arm around her shoulder. With her flowery perfume overwhelming the aromas of food, her heart pounded against my ribs. Another, much louder, whimper fled her shaking lips.

Just then, the champagne arrived, and the waiter poured. After he’d handed glasses to each of us and turned away, Yeshia tensed while sucking on her shiny lips. When Cindy raised her glass, I was prepared for a toast. But she only sipped while gazing at Yeshia.

“You don’t actually have a boyfriend, do you, princess?” As she spoke, Cindy’s emerald eyes twinkled in the soft lighting.

“What? Uh, yes...” As the pitch of her voice climbed, Yeshia’s pulse drummed against my ribs. “I told you. Um, he—he’s away. Traveling.”

After glancing at me, her eyebrow arching, Cindy took another sip before lowering the glass. When she scanned a menu, remaining silent, I followed her cue and looked at mine.

“No. No. I lied.” Yeshia’s voice, though low, was forceful as she added while flicking from Cindy to me. “I’m, sorry, Cin. Hiram, I just...” A brilliant white, her teeth sank into her shaking lower lip. “You’re both ... I don’t know. I still came here. I had to—”

“Don’t be sorry, my sweet.” Cindy smiled over her menu at Yeshia. “You were scared in the shop. Yet here you are. With us. So, let’s have a delightful meal and then Hiram will fuck both of us into screaming, drooling piles of naked girl flesh, okay?”

The way she’d spoken—no inflection. Just word after word in the same tone, it took my brain two or three seconds to realize what Cindy had said. As Yeshia moaned, her frame slapped tight to me before shuddering.

“Oh, my, Hiram. Hmm, will you look at that?” As Cindy’s smile widened, her fingers slid upward, collecting the hem of Yeshia’s silken dress. “The horny little thing didn’t even consider fleeing.”

If the waiter hadn’t returned, Cindy’s hand would’ve moved further. Instead, she lifted it away and ordered. After a mad scramble with her clutching nails, Yeshia managed to grasp her menu and sputter out a dinner order. When he looked at me, I swallowed and skimmed the menu. For food, I still had no appetite. When I caught Cindy’s eyes, once again twinkling with playfulness over the rim of her champagne flute, I gulped again. At my hesitation, she lowered the glass and grinned.

“You’re going to need your strength, baby.” As she flicked the tip of her tongue around her shiny red lipstick, a quivering Yeshia pressed into me. “There’s two of us, Hiram. Three days.”

“I’ll have, uh,”—at Yeshia’s heartbeat pummeling my chest, I again gulped—”the prime rib, baked potato, loaded, and collard greens.”

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