Quickie

"Heeeemaaaay. Not hemi. Like, he may you know?"

Of course he knows. He has watched enough anime and read enough manga to know that the honorific means princess. He just wants her to scream her own name. He also knows that a Corona with lime isn't worth five-fifty. Import beer the small, bony bartender courtesy of the hotel called it though it clearly stated that it was bottled in Chicago on the label.

"I've got six names too. All women in my family. Its a thing from my mom's side of the family. Her grandma was Choctaw."

And her father is clearly Asian. He can only see it in her almond eyes however. Hime's hair he more attributes to her Native American ancestry. She doesn't have to say her father isn't in her life. It is the way she longs for masculine attention, working for it when it isn't easily given.

She saunters out onto the dance floor in a red dress and heels, her double-D chest spills out the top The bottom half barely covers her hips and ass. The ball room of the Rodeway Inn on I-Drive has been changed into a make-shift club for BBW admirers. There are multicolored strobe lights, music booming from speakers and a terrible DJ which, in his eyes, made it that much more authentic.

He asks himself why he's here in a moment of weakness and he lies. Says that he's looking for a pretty, thick gyal to slake his thirst but he knows he's running. He knows he's retreating into himself because facing the truth means he still cares for her even though she did what she did and his brittle pride can't allow for forgiveness.

Pride is all he has now.

Her friend is almost her antithesis physically. Dark skinned, short afro, taller but with hardly a shape. The quintessential less attractive friend. Not his type at all.

But he talks to her. Why he doesn't know. He's not attracted to her sexually and he has no intention of asking for her number.

He finds her interesting nonetheless. They talk about books which segues into a conversation about believable fantasy which leads into science fiction and ultimately her diagnosing his premature graying ( mineral deficiency perhaps? ). She has no interest in medicine but science fascinates her. He tells her he's into comics and that's he's working for these brothers with a fantasy novel. He doesn't realize when Hime returns. She's sweaty. The sort of sweaty that you know is because you've drunk more than you intended. She's smiling at him and then at Yelena as if she's just noticed that she was there. "The DJ is killing me with this house shit."

"If I had some glow sticks, you'd be alright." Yelena starts twirling her hands, dancing in her seat with a liquid rhythm, proving that she is very, very Jamaican. He laughs. Hime rolls her eyes, then burps and fans herself. "I should not have had that cake. Someone should have told me that dairy and liquor don't mix."

He doesn't know how dairy is in cake but he says, "I coulda told you that. Ever had a good experience with Kaluha?"

"I haven't. Katt Williams gave me the heads up on that."

He laughs. "'It should have occurred to me that this shit ain't supposed to go together.'" He and Yelena laugh. She slaps him playfully on the arm, her fingers long and modestly painted to match her tube top, dragging softly across his skin. Hime joins in the joke later before saying, "Ya'll are killing me. All you've done is talk since I've been trying to dance."

"You know what I dance to and its not that-whatever it is that's playing."

He knows how to get Hime. It was obvious before but now he can't ignore it. He tells himself that he's just getting what he wants, that there is nothing wrong in what he's doing. He knows its the second lie he has told himself tonight. "And what do you dance to?" He asks with a knowing smile turning all his attention to Yelena.

Yelena's not stupid. In fact, she smiles herself. It reminds him of his mother. Its wide enough to split her face length wise but relaxed enough to know she's in control of her mirth. Its completely islander.

He takes her by the hand without so much as a word, weaving through the tables with their guttering scented candles, and through the crowd, Hime's stare burning a hole in his button-down shirt. He yells to the DJ, a husky black fellow in desperate need of someone to re-plait his hair, to put on some reggae. What kind? Any will do he says.

Now Yelena wines against his crotch to Lady Saw and he responds in kind, moving his hips with her, surprised to feel himself stiffening against her non-existent posterior. They move with the familiarity of lovers, not casual strangers. Yelena leans back on him, pulls his hands down to her hips. He hooks his thumbs into the loops of her jeans and she slides her own hands across his.

The strobe lights move slower now, fading from one color to the other like neon horizons. Hime is sitting at the table watching them like a hawk. The hues play across her face turning it into a mood ring only its clear to him it should only be green.

Two more songs and then its salsa and bachata. Though he can dance passably to both, he takes a cue from Yelena and exits the dance floor. Hime intercepts them before they can back to the table. She fans herself before saying, "Ya'll made it hotter in here than it needed to be."

"Nah. That's the al-al-al-alcohol that got you sweating." Yelena's clearly elated. Clearly would like to get back to the table to talk. Hime knows this but asks, "You're not gonna dance with me Silver?"

"What?" He feigns not being able to hear her.

"I said, you're not dancing anymore?"

"Oh! Not to this." He laughs and shakes his head for emphasis. "Salsa isn't my strong suit."

"Let me teach you then. Yelena knows I can dance to this."

I'm sure she does, he thinks. She probably watches you while every Hispanic guy in the room tries to keep up with you. Its an mean spirited thought he knows but only because it rings with some truth. Attention. She expects it and when she doesn't get it freely, she works for it. He doesn't mind if she has to put in overtime. "Yeah. She can dance to this. I mean, I can too but its too fast for me." Yelena shakes her head, mopping the sweat on her brow with a kerchief. The no one ever asks me to part goes unspoken.

"I'ma sit this one out but hey, if I change my mind, I'll find you."

He wouldn't find her of course. That would defeat the purpose of initially rejecting her. Hime would put the moves on him. He'd be eating out of her hand and she'd be satisfied that she stole the attention of a man from her friend. He marveled at how evil women could be to each other.

They talk more. She is telling him how she is old fashioned. He tells her he respects that which is only half of a lie. He does respect it but that doesn't make her attractive at all. Old fashioned just means he'd have to make a commitment to bed her and no man wants that if he can help it, no matter how smart or pretty a woman was.

What he wants is Hime, the honey colored thick gyal who is dancing so hard that she has to constantly pull down the hem of her dress to keep from showing her business to the world. She is dancing alone on purpose until one of the go-go girls has no choice but to join her. Now there are two pleasantly plump women who are all hips and thighs, gyrating too fast for anyone to keep pace with them.

He keeps his attention on Yelena though. He glances only occasionally and only when Yelena isn't paying close attention to him. He can kill two birds with one stone this way.

When Hime comes back she is drenched in sweat with yet another drink in her hand. Yelena is telling him about her purposed trip to Spain which he actually is rather interested in. "Another drink Hime? You got any food on your stomach?"

"Yes Mother." She sits on the opposite side of him pulling up the strap on her dress while her and Yelena laugh at their private joke. He takes his cue. "Lemme guess, she keeps you out of trouble."

"That's my girl. My best friend." The irony of that statement is not lost to him, considering the situation. The DJ starts to play rap music, something with Nicki Minaj he thinks irritably.

"I will burn this bitch down about her." Yelena says before touching him on the shoulder. "But not you. I'd give you some warning."

"I'd hope so especially if I help with the kerosene."

"Seems only fair." Yelena laughs  He takes a sip of his Corona, now made tart by the lime as they both giggle. Yelena iss getting up to go to the dance floor but she doesn't get him to go with her. "Watch her." She says. "Make sure she can get to a bathroom if she throws up."

"I'm not gonna throw up." She burps and makes a face, making the statement invalid before Yelena leaves. Now it is their turn to talk. She tells him how she makes her own jewelry and sells it online, the ring with an amethyst being one of her on designs. She is also into antiquing online now, selling both domestically and internationally while going to school for international business. He can't help but be impressed. She asks if he is going to school. He tells her he is and about a few of things he is working on.

Then out of the blue she asks, "You like Yelena?"

He was waiting for this and his answer had been prepared appropriately. "She's a cool person."

"You asked for her number yet?" She is smiling by then and clearly three sheets to the wind. More rap music is playing, the bass thrumming in his blood. He looks for Yelena openly and finds her dancing with a man in an awful Seussian looking hat. It burns her and he knows it. "No. I haven't. You guys are from South Florida. Way too long distance for anything really."

"So you're what, being friendly?"

He smiles and shrugs. "I guess if that's what you want to call it." She chuckles then goes to pull down the front of her dress but thinks better of it. Instead she says, "'Scuse me for a second.", then fishes out a crackberry Torch from her too-small-to-be-practical purse and begins tapping out a message. He looks to Yelena and sees the glow of her cellphone screen. She types something back then Hime types something back and then Yelena types something again. When she catches him staring she says, "I'm sorry I'm being so rude but can you walk me back to our room? I think I might have to toss my cookies."


The first thing she does when she gets through the door is go into the bathroom.

He wants to sleep with Hime but not if she is throwing up. First it would make him feel more guilty than he already felt and secondly, he did not relish the idea of kissing someone with puke on their breath. All in all, he is about ready to leave and be done with the whole thing.

But he hasn't heard any heaving, only running water and when Hime comes out, she insists that he stay even when he tries to go.

There is only one bed in the room which immediately brings up questions about her and Yelena's sleeping arrangements and a chair which he takes in lieu of sitting on the bed next to her. She laying back on it giggling at first then realizes that her dress has rolled back to a scandalous degree but decides not to do anything about it and begins laughing more. Hime's panties don't match her dress. They are black and lacy. "You might as well look." She rolls the dress up even higher. "I'm tired of pulling this dress down."

"I'm sure the guys weren't." He certainly isn't.

She laughs giddily before sitting up again. Her legs are gorgeous. Shapely and fleshy in a succulent way. Hime sits like she doesn't know what a princess is. "Did I tell you there are swingers at this party?"

"No. Really?" He knows this but she seems surprised.

"Yes. Really. This one couple wanted to pay me five thousand to sleep with them." She clucks her tongue and wags her finger. "I turned them down. There's only one girl I've ever played with and I like to keep it that way."

Yelena. That had not been obvious though it should have been.. I will burn this bitch down about her. Suddenly the situation doesn't seem favorable to him. It could be bad. Very bad. The sort of bad he doesn't want to be an accomplice to. "Maybe I should go. Yelena might be worried."

"She's not. I texted her." Hime kicks off her shoes before padding towards him. "Since you're not going to come to me, I've gotta come to you, swaying and drunk and shit." He tries to get up and she pushes him down. "No. I've gotta come dance on you since you left me out there by myself."

Hime spreads his legs apart and begin grinding on him, nothing but her panties between him and naked skin. He has to resist grabbing her hips and reddening her cheeks with his palms. "Look Hime-"

"Shhh. This is my first time lap dancing for a guy. You're messing me up. You see I know how it works but I don't know if grind like this-" She wiggles against his crotch and his manhood responds before he can think. "or just clap it in front of you like this." Hime bends over, pulling her panties between her cheeks as they smash together. His mouth is watering. He wants to keep her this way and slide her panties down and-"Well you're doing a good job far as I can see." He chuckles. "But I ought to get going."

"Why? 'Lena will be here in a minute." She turns around giggling but he doesn't think this is funny. It is mean spirited and petty and he doesn't want any part of it.

"Hime. I don't what you're playing at-" he says as she gets on her knees. "but this isn't right." He puts his hands on her shoulders to stop her. She looks in his face and starts laughing, zipping down the front of his pants.

"Oh my God. You. Are too. Sweet."  She reaches inside and draws him out, half erect. "What do you think I was texting her about?" He feels dumb and it must have shown in his face. She is laughing again. "We're sharing you sweety. Swingers are at this party and Yelena-"

"-is the only girl you've played with." Now he feels stupid. Very stupid. Has being with her those few months really made him so dull? He feels her mouth, warm and wet, close around him, her tongue squirming. Hime moans like she was eating good food. Then she is slurping with her hands on his knees, gagging as his hands wormed in the top of her dress. He pinches and teases her nipples and she ummhmmmes, the vibration running through him. "You wanna see my titties around your dick?" She asks sliding the straps off the dress off her shoulders, a tattoo of Hello Kitty on her left breast. He pushes his dick between them and she spits on the head. "Yeah baby. Fuck my tits. I like that nasty shit."

He hardly hears the click of the bolt when Yelena comes in.

At first, he thinks that Hime might have lied. She stares at them both, cocking her head to one side as Hime's tongue flicks across his balls, the only light being the lamp at one end of the dresser. Then she smiles and says. "I told you he had a big dick." They both laugh.

"Girl I had to grind on it just to see if you were bullshitting me." She squeezes his dick before licking under the head making him shudder. "You ready to do this?"

"You look like you're ready." They hadn't asked him if he was ready. He surmises being hard is ready enough though.

"But are you ready bitch?" She squeezes him and strokes him watching Yelena and forgetting he is there. Yelena takes off her baby blue tube top revealing large melon breasts with darker nipples. She steps out her slides and goes over to them, bending to kiss him in the mouth.

She bites the bottom of his lips, darts her tongue in his mouth, moans as he pulls her nipple. Hime has started up again and he is groaning as well.

They make it to the bed and now he is tasting Yelena as she straddles his face. "Suck my pussy. Suck it. Ah. Suck it." She tastes sweet and she moves with that liquid rhythm back and forth, forcing him to hold her by her hips. He can hardly concentrate with Hime's impossibly warm mouth going up and down, her saliva dripping down the length of him. He manages though. Yelena is making noises. Grunts and oh shits as she tries to wrench from his grasp. He feels her lust dripping over his face.

"That shit looks so good..." He can't see Hime but he knows she stopped sucking him to watch Lena orgasm. He forces her to arch her back to give him room for his fingers. When they slide into her they squish loud enough for Hime to gasp in surprise. "Get her Silver." Her voice is a huskier whisper. She slaps Yelena hard on her ass making her yelp. "Make that pretty bitch cum." The weight of the bed shifts. Hime is behind Yelena. He can see from below that her hands are cupping her breast and teasing her nipples, her face buried in her neck. Yelena oohs and aahs, each sound climbing in octave.as her hips move faster until she shakes and yells. Now its Hime's turn. They are like night and day when they switch. Yelena is all throat but slower and more attentive while Hime rides his face greedily, moving even as she cums.

When he enters Yelena her tightness forces him to move slowly. She is as pink as cotton candy which contrast dramatically against her flawless ebony skin. Hime is multitasking, riding Yelena's face, rubbing her clit as he fucks her , and licking and kissing his face. When she starts to cum, she throws her head back. "Bite my nipples-ah-do that shit do that shit do that shit-Oh fuck!" He pushes deeper into Yelena. Hime forces her legs back and he pounds her fitting into the rhythm, his thumb flicking her clit. He can hear Yelena's muffled cries climb and climb. She seizes up hard enough to push him out.

"Shit." She whispers breathlessly. "Oh. Shit. What. The fuck. Was that?" Yelena laughs, her face wet. Hime laughs rolling off to one side of the bed with wobbly legs. He is surprised to find himself laughing as well.

"Girl I didn't know who was cumming and who wasn't." An arm is over Hime's face as she talks. "Oh my God. I knew we were gonna do this but I didn't know it was gonna be, you know, good." She points in his general direction and says. "And you didn't cum."

"He didn't?" Yelena looks at his erection. "You didn't."

He shrugs. "I didn't."

"Oh my God." Yelena says. "I'm halfway sleep already."

He smiles. Though he hasn't cum, the endorphin has him feeling light. Confident. The thoughts her are lost for the moment. Gone in a haze of sweat and carnality. He almost feels himself again though he questions exactly what that self is.

For tonight though, it makes no matter. "Tell me. Did you bring any toys?" Hime nods and laughs.

"Man I think we're gonna have to have your number."