She has done three-ways before and in fact enjoyed some of them, especially when it's two and a guy. With most of the girls you fake it, you know, you make a lot of lapping, slurping sounds, you moan Oh yeah, honey, do it, while nobody's anything to anybody. But the john gets all thinking he's got two hot lezzies here really getting off. With some girls in a three-way, though, you're really doing what the john thinks you're doing, and can be quite enjoyable, really, all that tongue because another girl knows just where the target is, knows just which buttons to push, so yeah it can be really really good.
Two guys and a girl, you kind of lose control. that they get all macho on you, one of them fucking you from behind while you're blowing the other one and they start saying, You love it, don't you, cunt?
It gets degrading when there are two guys flexing, their muscles and trying to prove how big their cocks are. It's not that she thinks she's a princess or anything, she knows what she does for a living, she knows she's a fucking whore, I mean, she knows that. It's just that when there are two guys, she really begins to feel used, you know, she really begins to feel they have no respect at all for her, and she comes away with a dirty feeling afterward, no matter how much she tells herself she was detached the whole time. It's that they used her, is all. They flat out used her.
So now, here in Richard's pad where she remembers coming to a party once with Jamal when the two of them were first starting out in business together, dealing pot to kindergarten kids, that's a :. joke, son, they never went near any of the schools, you think they're crazy? Can remember coming to a party here, but not this kind of party with three white preppies and a black guy has a shlong the size of a python. The only black guy she does it with is Jamal and that's because he takes care of her and she loves him. She knows how big black guys can be, and she gets sore even after she does it with Jamal, which is not too frequently because business is business and never the twain shall meet.
Anyway, what she shares with Jamal transcends mere sex, he was the one took her under his wing when she got off the bus from Cleveland, he's the one makes sure nobody hurts her. Anybody gets funny with her, she tells Jamal about it and he breaks the guy's legs. Besides, Jamal is regularly fuckin this other girl he takes care of,: whose name is Carlyle, which Jamal gave her. Carlyle is black and very beautiful, can understand the attraction. Occasionally they three-ways together.
Jamal Stone and Carlyle (which he also gave her) and Marie St. Claire Sometimes Yolande wonders how she ever got into this stuff, boy. But listen, what the hell.
She is wondering now how she got into this tonight when she's so goddamn bone-weary, but, course nine bills is nine bills, not to mention the jumbos, which are worth a cool hundred and Plus, the preppies are sharing their stash with everybody beaming up to the Enterprise on the nickel, until they're all sitting stoned in their underwear and grinning at each other, Jesus the shlong on Richard, the black Richard, which is she discovers they're all four of them named Richard how cute. Richard the black Richard is standing front of her now and idly gliding the head of his dick over her lips, while a preppie on either side is grabbing a tit and the third preppie is watching jerking off in preparation.
So far, no one has called her cunt or bitch.
Or cocksucker is a favorite, too.
Later, she will wonder how this got so out of hand.
Nobody seemed to know where Jose Santiago was.
This was now six-forty in the morning. His mother didn't know, none of his friends knew, the guy at the counter at the local hangout hamburger joint didn't know, nobody knew, the whole neighborhood suddenly gone deaf, dumb, and blind. The police took this to mean that everybody knew where Santiago was, but you are The Man, man, and nobody going to tell you, ЖКsave for a faint hint of mom gloam only seemed to touch the sky. It was still thirty-five minutes till dawn, the night refused to yield. The bleak January morning was still flat, dull and dark, but there was activity in the streets right now. Even on a Sunday, there was work to be done in this city, and early risers were beginning to move sluggishly toward the subways and the bus stops, passing revelers and predators who were just now heading home to bed.
The homeless, sensing dawn, anticipating the safety that would come with full light, were already crawling back into their cardboard boxes.
