Why would it be that Monet was in Atlanta? He’d spoken with his wife a couple of hours ago. Kingston texted Lilly, Show her the door!!
If she walks out of mine, she’s going to knock on yours, Lilly answered.
What the hell? Out of all the years he’d been married, Monet never popped up on him.
Kingston messaged Bianca, I can’t reach Monet. I called her four times. Is she with you? He copied, then pasted the same inquiry to Trinity, adding, Did you tell Monet where I’m staying? Lilly and Trinity were the only two with the address to his Airbnb.
Lilly replied, She knows. Or at least that’s what she said.
Why the fuck did you tell her where I’m at! Kingston texted Lilly.
I didn’t! Lilly replied.
Then the only other person he trusted had betrayed him. If Trinity had given Monet his location, then she might have told her daughter the real reason he was in Atlanta. Setting him up for divorce would free Monet and Trinity. He didn’t care as much about that. But Monet leaving him with half of everything wasn’t happening. Adultery was a reason for an automatic divorce in Georgia, but it generally worked in favor of the husband. She’d probably gain more than half if Trinity told the lawyer he was gay.
What was Monet trying to prove? Kingston got out of bed, told Levi, “I have unexpected company in town. Thanks for not outing me on Sunday at the bar.”
“No problem. Holding secrets is part of my job. That, and we’re living in the same glass house, my brother. Being in a relationship keeps the females interested. But don’t get me wrong. I’ll hit Queen’s pussy every now and again to see”—he paused, held his dick—“if my man here is still interested.”
That was wrong of Levi when he knew he didn’t want a real commitment of any kind.
“Who told you about me?” Kingston asked.
“Confidential. But if you’re looking for a conservative app to explore prospects, check out VirginsSeekingVirgins. It’s for professionals like ourselves. No one posts pictures of themselves. If you like a guy, you make an arrangement to meet up. And stop taking your ass over there on Cheshire Bridge Road. Nothing good comes out over there. Literally.”
It was convenient. Quick. Like a drive-thru. Long as he didn’t linger, Kingston believed he’d be okay with the quickies.
Kingston bit his bottom lip. Stared at Levi’s long, flaccid penis. “Why do you stay with Queen?”
“She does any- and everything for me.” Levi put on his socks first. “What man doesn’t want a live-in maid?”
“And if she found out you go both ways? Then what?” Kingston had no intentions of coming out to Monet. And he didn’t want to be that dude who got caught naked in bed with a man doing things God intended for husband and wife.
Trinity’s message registered: Monet is okay. You concentrate on getting it out of your system so you can find us a new place to live. You good?
“You don’t get it,” Levi said. “If she left me, for any reason, her replacement is already in the lineup. Lots of females in the ATL don’t care about bisexuality. They eat more pussy than me.”
That isn’t hard to do, Kingston thought, then laughed. “You’re the one who don’t understand. If Monet walks, she’ll cash out with twenty-five million dollars.”
Levi stumbled as he put on his slacks. Hopping on one foot, he nearly fell to the floor. Regaining his balance, he sat on the edge of the bed, slipped on his shoes, then buttoned up his shirt. “Never tell anybody else that shit. And never fuck a man or woman who has nothing to lose. This town ain’t for everybody, but they all moving here. See you at the bar Sunday. I’ll let myself out.”
Kingston, what’s up? I’m not babysitting a grown-ass woman!
Ignoring Lilly’s text, Kingston sat on the side of the bed and stared down at his limp dick, wondering why God gave man built-in temptation. He logged into his phone. Downloaded the app for VirginsSeekingVirgins, wondering if Theodore had a profile.
Will the little boy inside of me ever come out of the closet? Kingston wondered if Langston Derby was gay, bi, or straight.
I just put your bitch out of my office.
Kingston replied that was good, then messaged Trinity: I need a new Airbnb. Now.
CHAPTER 10
Victoria
Fresh out of a steamy shower, Victoria prepared to make herself squirt.
After spreading a disposable water-resistant pad atop her comforter, she lit a lavender-scented soy candle, which was on the dresser, then dimmed the lights.
Placing her pink Luxe Replenish 7-Function and Precious Metal Slim-10 on the bed, Victoria reclined flat on her back. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled, repeating her breathing pattern three times.
Victoria powered both stimulators to her preferred vibration; then she returned her breath to normal. Gapping her thighs as her legs remained flushed against the bed, she inserted the metal Slim-10 into her vagina just beyond her G-spot, then left it there. She didn’t squeeze her muscles to hold it in; no, she simply relaxed.
Teasing her clit with the Replenish 7, Victoria closed her eyes and enjoyed the dual action that pleased her. Moving the Replenish to the upper right inner labia, she felt a cool waterlike sensation flow throughout her vulva. The upper right inside of her labia majora was her most sensitive spot.
As the excitement heightened inside of her, Victoria took a deep breath, exhaled, and relaxed. The urge to push grew more pressing, but she wasn’t ready to squirt. Not yet. She lifted the Replenish vibrator away from her vulva area, waited a few seconds, took a few deep breaths, then resumed pleasuring her clitoris.
The Slim-10 buzzed nonstop inside of her vagina. When the device slid out a little, Victoria pushed it back in. Repositioning the Replenish toy to her favorite spot, she began stroking up and down along her inner labia. This time the vibration brought her closer to squirting, giving her a stronger urge to push, as though she were mimicking giving birth.
Relaxing, she lifted the Replenish again. Reconnecting to the spot that gave her that coolest sensation, Victoria heaved, pushing lightly from her belly. She relaxed, then heaved again. This time she felt the fluid leak from her urethra indicating it was time. She inhaled. Bent her knees. On the exhale of the third heave, Victoria pushed as hard as she could.
The Slim-10 ejected from her vagina. Ejaculate fluid shot in the air and came showering down all over her body and the water-resistant pad. The sensation was a gratifying release that was different from the screaming orgasmic climax that she only achieved with younger men or by herself. The days of Willy making her cum were long gone, but thanks to the Lord, her God, she didn’t need a man to make herself squirt and cum at the same time.
Victoria tossed the pad in the trash, showered, stroked her hair into a wavy pattern with a wide-tooth comb. Slipping into a floral summer sundress and comfortable heels, she headed to Pap-padeaux’s for lunch.
* * *
Soon as she sat at the bar, she heard, “Give her whatever she wants, Jerome, on me.” The gentleman sat next to Victoria and spoke to the mixologist. “I’m picking up to-go today, man.”
“Feeding the staff again?” Jerome asked, then said, “Hey, Victoria. Long time, no see. How’s the real estate business?”
“I appreciate my people,” the guy replied.