Imagine: Pearline is Stack’s wife. She finds out the hard way when her husband continues his adulterous behavior.
Pearline Moore ONE-SHOT
Warnings: Smut. Angst, LOTS of dirty talk.
There is a humid, subtropical climate afoot in The South. Everyone takes shelter, and those with homes on raised beams above the waters that flow from the Mississippi River are the more fortunate. The rich, agricultural soil of The Delta is muddy and automobiles have a hard time getting through. A characteristic of alluvial deposition in deep water, where the river actively builds new land through sediments.
Shops close downtown, church’s postponed their congregations, and the plantation fields are overgrown and empty of sharecroppers picking cotton. The heavy showers beat down on rustic, tin roofs and bounced off the edges of iron tubs. Farm life make aggravated noises, stomping and shifting in their designated stalls surrounded by haystacks and various tools.
The weather didn’t keep Pearline Jacqueline Moore away from a local pharmacy owned by a Black Pharmacist named Robert Browning Jr.
Pearline wore her favorite riding boots, a trench coat, and a cloak hat over her moisturized curls with the help of Annie Minerva Turnbo Malone’s Poro Products. Her lush skin glistened from sweat and water as she hurried through downtown from her parked automobile. Pearline shoved past the doors to the pharmacy, the tiny bell above dinging softly, alerting Dr. Browning Jr. as he busied himself within a back room that he used as a storage unit.
She brushed her boots off on a mat as best as she could to keep mud from tracking the floor. Pearline removed her cloak hat, twisting it in her hands nervously, not realizing that she was ringing it out onto the floor. Her riding boots squeaked as she walked further into the pharmacy.
It was a bustling community hub with a strong focus on soda fountains and sundries. While they sold medicines, they also served as social gathering places, particularly during Prohibition, with soda fountains becoming popular. Pharmacists were not just dispensing medications but also providing advice and even counter-prescribing.
Pearline grabbed a basket and loaded it with random items, trying to appear less suspicious on why she was really there. She slipped past a newspaper rack and peeked at the headline on the front in bold, onyx print.
“Mrs. Moore? What you doing out in this awful weather?”
Pearline snapped her eyes towards the front counter.
Dr. Browning Jr. removed his reading glasses and stood dapper in a brown and beige suit with a maroon bow tie. He got rid of his suit jacket and replaced it with an apron, sleeves rolled up past his elbows revealing skin the color of pepper corn. He had a full goatee with a mustache that curled at the tips, sprinkled with gray hair and the hair on his head was close cut. He was a little over fifty years old and married to a stunning black woman from Alabama.
“Evening, Dr. Browning. My pantry is looking a little low. And I…I need some Arsenic to help with these pests hanging around my garden.”
Dr. Browning Jr. accepted Pearline’s basket and began ringing her up at his cash register. Pearline shifted her weight, anxious eyes looking around as if she were being watched.
“Would you like a vial of the poison or an entire bottle?”
“…I’m sorry?” Pearline inquired, seemingly lost as a nervous smile graced her heart–shaped lips.
“I’d suggest a bottle if the pest problem is serious. It’s quite pricy though, Mrs. Moore.”
“Oh! Oh…I think I should go ahead and buy the bottle. You never know, I may need it again.”
Pearline rushed to open her change purse, digging inside to grab a crisp twenty dollar bill. Dr. Browning Jr disappeared within his supply room for all but two minutes. He returned with a bottle of Arsenic, placing it within a box before gently covering it with a paper bag.
“That’ll be eighteen dollars.”
Pearline’s heart raced.
Pearline shifted her gaze towards the door, making sure no one was behind her.
“Mrs. Moore?—”
“Sorry,” she handed him the twenty dollars, “Keep the change. Thank you, Dr. Browning.”
Pearline accepted her bag, carrying it hugged to her slim–thick frame as she backed away.
“You need some help? I’m surprised Stack let you out in this mess.”
The mention of her husband’s name gave her pause.
It also filled her with rage.
“He’s a busy man, Dr. Browning. You know that. I won’t keep you. Have a good rest of your night.”
“You do the same, Mrs. Moore.”
Pearline entered her home, quickly shrugging off her coat to hang on a rack and she took a seat on a wine red chesterfield ottoman within the front foyer of her home to remove her boots. The rain had turned to drizzle by the time she returned home. Pearline wore one of many silky slips, a scandalous choice for wear in public, but she was on a mission.
Pearline lived in one of few luxury homes in The Delta with her husband, Elias ‘Stack’ Moore. It was surrounded by rolling hills and they had their own greenhouse where Pearline enjoyed spending time sipping herbal tea and tending to her botanical garden. Stack had it built for her as an anniversary gift because he knew how much it meant to her. Reminding her of days spent with her grandmother. A Botanist and Holistic Nurse.
Pearline entered her kitchen and sat her grocery bag down on her dining table. She scanned the mess she’d created hours before, old photos cut into pieces, scattered along the floor. Her husband’s dress shirt resting over a dining chair with lipstick stains on the collar. A gut wrenching reminder of what Stack had put her through.
Pearline was every man’s dream girl. She’s beautiful, can sing, built like a brick house, and smart. She’d turned down many boys, all except Elias Moore. He was a little older than her by nine years, but when he set his eyes on her, he made it his business to court her. Stack was a man that moved with a carefree personality. He joked and smiled and charmed everyone in his path. Deep dimples and a smooth tongue.
The opposite of his stoic, quiet, observant brother. Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore was known for bringing the smoke; the smoldering heat. You didn’t want to get to close for comfort and cross him. Smoke had no problems laying you out with a gun or his fists. You’d think he was made of railroad steel and cast iron.
Pearline was drawn to Stack’s playful energy and the amount of passion and chemistry they shared was like no other. Pearline didn’t care that she was falling head over T-straps for a criminal, Stack made her feel special. He bought her the lifestyle she’d always dreamed of. That made women envious, especially when he married her before leaving to Chicago. They had a beautiful barn wedding where all of The Delta attended.
But, Pearline had to learn the hard way that her husband was a rolling stone. He couldn’t keep his married dick to himself. Whispers of women he bedded while vowed to Pearline sparked heated arguments and lies that rolled off his slick tongue and past his plump lips. One woman living in Little Rock, Arkansas had him by the balls.
Mary.
And her lipstick is what stained her husband’s shirt.
Pearline grew tired of crying. Tired of sleepless nights and waiting for him to return home. Tired of the manipulation and the constant drama filtering back to her. Her so–called girlfriend’s side eyed her. Her mother chastised her for being weak and not going after her man like a proper wife should.
She thought about what it would be like to make him hurt. There was no man in town that she could even think to fuck as a get back. Elias ‘Stack’ Moore and his twin are practically gods within The Delta. Sleeping with some random man would only make her look like the fool. She wanted to kick him off his high horse. And her anger drove her to buy some poison.
And bake it into a chocolate pie.
It’s a luscious chocolate custard resting on a flaky, almost salty crust, topped with a springy meringue. For Pearline, it’s la pièce de résistance and whether times are good or times are bad, it’s always welcome and appropriate.
Stack loved her chocolate pie. She made it for him once a week. If she didn’t stop him, he’d sit and eat the entire thing for himself. At first, she thought to poison his moonshine, but that would only contaminate the entire batch since he prepared it in barrels with Smoke.
Pearline put away her groceries and then she grabbed the poison, setting to work on the chocolate pie.
Ingredients for the pie:
4 tablespoons cocoa or 1 1/2 squares baking chocolate
3/4 cups sugar
5 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 egg yolks, lightly beaten
1 1/2 cups whole milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 tablespoon of butter
Ingredients for the meringue:
2 egg whites
1/8 teaspoon kosher salt
4 tablespoons sugar
And a splash—maybe a cup of Arsenic.
As she moved about the kitchen, the smell of rain and grass brought in by the humid wind through her open kitchen windows, an apron secure around her petite waist, Pearline hummed to calm her nerves down and stop herself from crying.
She hummed a song she’d written.
Poison was seen as a discreet way to eliminate someone, with arsenic being a particularly popular choice due to its tastelessness and ability to mimic natural illness.
No one would be able to suspect. It could be something as simple as bad moonshine.
And Stack drank a lot of it. He was well on his way to becoming the next Delta Slim.
Smoke couldn’t stop his brother, that would make him a hypocrite. He had his own addiction to smoking.
Flour painted her cheek and chocolate splattered her apron. Pearline wiped sweat from her forehead as she stared down at the pie. She placed it on a towel before washing her hands to prepare dinner.
She couldn’t believe she was going to kill her husband.
Pearline dressed in a gold silk burlesque flapper cocoon dress with batwing sleeves and a deep plunge in the front. It glided across her skin and molded into the shape of her frame as she walked, the long train dragging along behind her elegantly. Her curly hair was styled in an updo with tendrils framing her oval face. She plucked away unruly hairs from her thick brows to keep them neat and smoothed coca lip balm on her lips.
Chandelier earrings in, skin the color of espresso, she heard the front door open from her place at her vanity. She listened, making out distant laughter and the familiar sound of her husband’s voice. He wasn’t alone. Pearline took meditating breaths to calm herself. She’d already done the deed. It was only a matter of time before he cut himself a slice.
Revenge. Sweet revenge. A desire for freedom. Divorce wasn’t even an option. She wouldn’t get a penny. He needed to die and she would collect all his money and move up north. Maybe New York. Sing in the Cotton Club. Make a new life for herself.
Pearline spritzed perfume on her skin, activating the squeeze bulb, opening with dewy gardenia, its floral heart blooming with African neroli before settling into the intoxicating depth of a merlot wine accord. The essence of magnetic beauty and luminous grace.
One final look at her reflection, Pearline made her way down to the kitchen. In the living room, helping themselves to bourbon from a drink cart, were Smoke and Stack. Stack poured from a decanter, filling Smoke’s glass tumbler full. He did the same for himself. They whispered, smoke puffing on a cigarette as he nodded his head in response to Stack’s scheming words.
Smoke drew his eyes towards the stairs, eyes that took in the sight of Pearline. She looked down at him, meeting his intense gaze, looking away to focus on her husband who not once stopped to acknowledge her. It took for Smoke to nudge his little brother for Stack to finally pay attention.
That cut deep. Pearline flicked her gaze away to her feet covered in kitten heels. She released a shutter.
“Baby…”
Stack left Smoke’s side to approach Pearline. She gave him a practiced smile before opening her arms to hug him. Stack buried his face against her neck, inhaling her perfume while his hands rubbed and groped her.
“Mmm, you smelling good. Looking good too,” Stack leaned back to admire her, “Beautiful, baby,” Stack kissed her hands, “I missed ya’.”
“Missed you,” Pearline bat her lashes at him and tucked her chin with a coy smile, “You hungry?”
“I sure am. Is it aight if Smoke stay for dinner?”
Pearline drew her attention to Smoke. He perched himself against the fire place, lighting the end of his cigarette, orange flame vibrant. He looked at her with this expression that Pearline couldn’t quite understand. He was always unreadable.
“Only if it’s okay with you, sis–in–law,” Smoke spoke with a rasp.
“Of course.”
Pearline hadn’t expected an extra guest. Now, she had to figure out how to get the pie out of the way. Smoke could sense things. He’s observant. He can probably tell Pearline was being sneaky and devious. Seeing as he possesses those exact qualities. She inwardly panicked, wanting to escape from Stack’s hold to dump the pie in the garbage.
“Saw that chocolate pie in there, was about to dip my finger in it but Smoke stopped me before I could…”
Sweat trickled down her temple. She looked between both twins, smiling as best as she could and laughing in a flirty way she’d always had. Stack kissed Pearline’s lips, humming softly as he smiled.
“I got the finest woman in all the fuckin’ world.” He boisterously said, flashing his golds, “Let’s go eat us some food!”
“I’ll set the table, ya’ll go on and drink. I’ll call to supper when it’s ready…”
Pearline turned to walk away, hips switching. She couldn’t control the fact that she had a dump truck. Stack popped her on the underside of her behind, the motion causing her deep brown cakes to jiggle around. Her breath hitched and she swatted Stack’s hand away with a roll of her eyes.
She gave Smoke a sideways glance, heat rising over her face as he watched the two of them.
Pearline entered the kitchen and practically sprinted over to the pie. She exhaled with relief, glad to find it untouched. Pearline lifted the pie and hesitantly tossed it into the trash. She paced for a minute, trying her best to come up with a lie.
She choked on her words slightly as she spoke.
“I–I gotta make a new pie!”
Stack entered the kitchen with his brows pinched together.
“What? Why?”
He searched the kitchen for the pie before walking over to the trash. He lifted the lid, peering inside. The pie was on its side and sliding out of the dish.
“It–uh–it was covered in flies. I saw a couple flies on it.”
Her eyes fell on the open window.
“Must of gotten in through the window,” Pearline released a nervous laugh, “No worries, Stack, won’t take me long.”
“Damn…”
Smoke leaned against the entryway to the kitchen. He removed the cigarette from between his lips, eyes dancing back and forth between Pearline and Stack. His eyes fell to the cupboard beneath the sink, squinting slightly.
“I was looking forward to it, Pearlie. You sure you wanna make another?” Stack asked with a disappointed look.
“Won’t take me long. Promise.”
Stack sucked his teeth.
“Aight, baby…me and Smoke gone be in there listening to some tunes while we talk business. Holla when you finished.”
Stack pecked Pearline on the cheek before leaving the kitchen.
Smoke lingered.
“Errythang aight, Pearlie?” Smoke asked with a hushed tone.
“Yes. Why you askin’?” Pearline replied, eyes darting away from his.
Smoke’s eyes roamed the kitchen before focusing back on Pearline with a penetrating stare, “Listen, Stack—”
“Don’t.”
Pearline held up a shaky finger. She shut her eyes to hold back tears.
“Smoke!”
“Be there a minute, nigga. Be patient!” Smoke shouted back.
He gave Pearline one final look before leaving her alone.
She should have never thrown that pie away.
Hearing his laughter enraged her.
Knowing that he was fucking his octoroon whore inflated her anger.
What the fuck that bitch got on Pearline? What she got over her?
Privilege
Freedom
Fare skin
Loose hair
The beauty standard of America
And Stack craved it. Even though he’d fucked around with other black women, the minute Mary crossed paths with him after she returned to The Delta to bury her mom, Stack wanted that old thing back.
Pearline baked a new pie, silently crying.
But the chaos in the kitchen with her constant stomping and slamming of things had Stack’s attention.
Pearline set the table, almost breaking their fine China.
Stack took longs strides, oxfords loud as he walked.
“The fuck goin’ on, Pearlie?”
He snatched his toothpick from his mouth, glaring at her.
“Diner’s ready!”
Pearline snatched her apron off and tossed it onto the counter aggressively. Smoke trailed in behind his brother, eyes wide and unblinking. He tracked Pearline’s footsteps, jaw clenching.
“I can see the table is set,” Stack swept his concerned eyes over the plates of food, “But why you slamming shit? Got something you wanna say?”
Pearline whirled around, a look of surprise and confusion etched into her pretty face.
“ME?” She inquired with a loud tone.
“Yeah, YOU.”
“Wow…After all the shit you been putting me through. And you askin’ ME if I got something to say?!”
Smoke raised his hands to diffuse the situation.
“Let’s just eat now, aight? Save this shit for later.”
Pearline pinched the bridge of her nose. Stack sat down at the dining table. Pearline almost shivered when Smoke lightly grasped her arm to get her attention. She held his gaze, fighting hard not to break down.
“Come eat, Pearlie…”
“I’m not hungry.”
Stack’s fork and knife clattered to the table. He chewed the rest of his smothered pork chop down before turned his attention to his wife.
“Whatever it is, just say it, woman. I ain’t been messin’ around!”
“Yes you HAVEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!”
Smoke and Stack stared at her.
“Liar…fucking lying ass…piece of shit…”
Pearline opened her pantry and snatched up the shirt with lipstick stains. She marched over, balled it up, and threw it at Stack. He caught it, opening the shirt and when he noticed the lipstick stains, he froze.
“CARE TO TELL ME WHY THE FUCK YOU GOT LIPSTICK ON YOUR SHIRT?! A SHIRT I DISCOVERED WHILE TAKING IN DRY CLEANING?! A SHIRT YOU TRIED TO HIDE FROM ME?! YOU CHEATING BASTARD!”
Smoke fought to keep Pearline back. Stack stared off into space, no words, no more lies. What could he say to get himself out of this?
Pearline shouted between cries of heartbreak, “HOW COULD YOU? AFTER EVERYTHING? WHY DO YOU KEEP GOING BACK TO HER?! WHY, STACK?!”
Pearline snatched a butcher knife from the counter and launched it at Stack. He quickly pushed away from the table, the knife whizzing past his cheek and lodging in the wall. His chest rose and feel with rapid breaths. Smoke grabbed her up by her upper arms to keep her still.
“You crazy?! Tryna kill me?! That shit could’ve been in my head!!!!” Stack yelled, spit flying.
“PEARLIE! ENOUGH!” Smoke boomed.
“Get off me, Smoke!”
“You throwing knives, the hell, Pearlie?!” Smoke shook her to stop her from writhing.
“LET GO OF ME!”
Pearline slapped Smoke. Slapped him across his handsome face. He clutched his cheek that stung from her strikes.
“STOP PROTECTING HIM! HE’S A GROWN ASS MAN! YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES AND YOU JUST LET HIM DO IT! FUCK YOU. BOTH OF YOU!”
Stack stood, tossing the shirt over his unfinished meal. He was ashamed to even look her in the eye.
“BE A MAN AND FACE ME, ELIAS! OWN IT!” Pearline laid into him with venom, “DO YOU LOVE HER?!”
“Pearlie—”
Pearline grabbed the chocolate pie and catapulted it, watching it hit Stack in the chest. He rocked back on his heels, arms outstretched, his eyes bugged out and his lips curled into a menacing pout.
“ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!!!!!!”
Pearline tried to catch her breath. Stack looked at her with wavering eyes. He titled his head down at his oxfords.
“I…Pearline…”
She gasped.
“You do…”
Smoke shut his eyes.
Stack gave her a cowardly look.
“You can’t even be a man and say it. You’re such a coward, Elias. Why did you marry me? To trap me? To have a notch on your belt? Afraid I’d find a man that really loves me? Your cracker slut is married to a cracker man In Arkansas and yet you can’t stay away from her and be loyal to me?”
Pearline clutched her chest as if she were going into cardiac distress.
“Am I not beautiful? What did I do to deserve this—”
“I have urges, baby. I’m sorry—I know it ain’t the apology ya’ want, but I…can’t control myself. I hate that I keep hurting ya’.”
“No,” Pearline shook her head as tears fell, “you ain’t sorry. You sorry you got caught.”
Pearline folded her arms over her chest. She exhaled, wiping tears away with her fingers.
She sniffled, “And the sad part is…I love you.”
She locked eyes with him. Smoke didn’t pull his attention away from her face for a second.
The grandfather clock on the wall within the living room ticked and ticked.
“I want both of ya’ll to leave.”
“Pearlie—”
“Fuck you, Elias. You don’t get to be sweet and charming. I want you to leave. NOW. Before I grab that knife from the wall, and cut your fucking dick off and feed it to you instead of this food I made!!!!!!”
Stack’s mouth was agape.
Smoke stepped aside.
Pearline made as if she were going to leave but instead she jumped on Stack, beating her fists on his back. Stack tried to grab her arms while shielding himself from being struck in the face.
“PEARLINE!”
Smoke picked her up and sat her on the counter.
“Get your shit, Stack. GO. We leaving.” Smoke ordered.
“Let her blow steam. I deserve it.” Stack said.
“Oh, so now you want her to kick your ass? She wanna kill you, nigga! Unless you wanna be scraps for pigs, I suggest you get your shit and leave!”
Stack looked from the dining table, to his wife, parting his lips to speak. Instead, he walked away, climbing the stairs to pack a luggage.
Smoke looked at Pearline, “If I let you go. Will you stay here while he gettin’ his shit?”
Pearline nodded her head slow.
Smoke released her arms and stepped back. He lit a cigarette and didn’t take his eyes off of Pearline.
“I’m real sorry, Pearlie. I know that don’t mean shit to you comin’ from me…but you don’t deserve this shit. You too good of a woman. Always been. I tried to get him to come home to you…I did…he can’t control himself with that bitch and…I hate to see ya’ hurting.”
“Smoke,” Pearline was exhausted, “You could have told me. You could have come to me. I need to be alone. Just leave. Please leave.”
She hung her head and started bawling. Her cries broke Smoke. Deep, sorrowful, body shaking. Her tears leaked to her dress. Smoke wanted to comfort her. He tried to touch her and Pearline flinched.
Stack’s footsteps caused Smoke to back off. He locked eyes with his little brother, glaring at him. Stack turned away, luggage in his hands.
Smoke allowed his eyes to sweep over her. He didn’t care if she fought him off. He didn’t care if she slapped him.
Smoke positioned himself in front of her, grabbed her face, and planted a kiss to her forehead.
That made her cry harder.
Word spread like famine.
And Pearline refused to feed into the nosy crowd.
She walked around town with her head held high and hips swaying seductively. No matter how hurt she felt, she looked ravishing.
Pearline entered The Chow’s negro store, picking up oranges and lemons, checking to see if they were a good batch before buying them. Bo Chow walked out from a room with a notepad and a pen behind his ear. Little Lisa took care of the line. Pearline helped herself to a jar of strawberry jam.
“Is! She’s expecting.” Bo said with a side smile, glossy black hair falling over his forehead handsomely.
“Oh! My! Congratulations, Bo!”
Pearline beamed.
“I’m hoping for a boy this time.” Bo said.
“Just be glad for a healthy bundle of joy.” Pearline said.
She stood in line behind four people until it was her time to be helped. After paying for her items, she waved goodbye to Bo and Lisa before leaving the store.
The rain had finally stopped and in its place was that humid, Mississippi air. The sun shone down brightly, heating Pearline’s skin. She found her car and got in, heading back home.
Driving back, Pearline pulled up to her home, finding a truck she recognized immediately. Pearline stared at the truck, eyes fluttering with resentment. It’s been damn near two weeks.
Pearline couldn’t deny that she missed her husband, but at the price of her own happiness? Why should she have to put up with his constant disregard for her feelings?
It won’t last, Mary is just a phase.
She hated that she had that voice in her head.
After another minute, Pearline exited her car and with her groceries she walked up to her home. Pearline didn’t pay the truck any mind, expecting Stack to shout her name from the window and beg for forgiveness.
Instead, she caught a whiff of tobacco.
Pearline turned, eyes falling on Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore with his back against the truck. He stomped out his cigarette. He clasped his hands in front of him and over his crotch. He stared at her beyond the brim of his blue hat. Smoke pushed off his truck, one hand clutching onto the opening of his tweed suit jacket as he approached her with methodical eyes and careful steps.
A breeze picked up, ruffling the bottom of her fitted, purple, floral–printed lapel dress. She wore white T–straps on her feet, and a hat with lace gloves to match the colors in her dress. Pearls decorated her ears.
“How you be?” Smoke finally spoke.
“…I’m okay.”
Smoke stood at the bottom of the steps, staring up at Pearline.
“Stack stayin’ wit me. He not there right now.” Smoke revealed.
Pearline tilted her head, eyes searching for the inevitable truth, “He’s with her?”
Smoke rubbed his hands together, eyes roaming the ground.
“She came knockin’. He answered.”
Pearline stood still and watched Smoke.
“Say sum’, Pearlie.”
Pearline exhaled.
“I want a divorce.”
Smoke frowned slightly.
“I’m tired, Smoke. I deserve better.”
Pearline turned away from Smoke to open her door. She sat her groceries down at her feet. Smoke climbed the steps, picking up the bag. Pearline didn’t say a word. The door swung open and Smoke followed her inside. He walked past the front foyer and disappeared into the kitchen.
Pearline sat her purse down and removed her gloves and hat.
She walked into her kitchen and her footsteps slowed down when she caught Smoke putting away her food.
“Smoke, I can handle it.”
“No, no, no, now…you have a seat.”
Smoke pointed to a dining chair. Pearline took a seat, crossing her ankles modestly and folded her hands within her lap all ladylike. Her back was straight, body screaming confidently, but her eyes told a different tale. She was sad. Lonely. Torn.
Smoke opened her icebox to pour her a glass of lemonade. He then grabbed a napkin, walking over to her and placing it on the table. He removed his hat and sat it on the table. Pearline didn’t say a word as she grabbed the glass, helping herself.
“Why you come checkin’ up on me?”
Pearline searched Smoke’s eyes.
“…Because ya’ mean a lot to me.” Smoke replied.
Pearline scuffed, “Sure I do, Smoke. Poor old Pearline.”
Pearline stood, smoothing out her dress as she walked towards her pantry, grabbing a bottle of wine.
“I need something stronger…”
She drank from the bottle. Smoke watched her with a single brow raised. They sat in silence, Smoke with a cigarette and Pearline with her almost empty bottle of wine. She grew warm and relaxed, tipsy and just as sad and angry as before.
“I wonder if Stack thought of her every time he made love to me…”
He blew smoke from his nose.
“Don’t wonder. Stop thinking about it.”
Pearline rolled her eyes at Smoke.
“Serious…”
Pearline sucked on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering.
“Smoke, am I not good enough? I’ve done things for this man…to please him…make him happy.”
Smoke glanced at her sideways while reclined back in the dining chair, legs wide.
“What things?”
Pearline laughed bitterly, “Doesn’t matter. And it’s personal.”
“You said the shit.” Smoke replied defensively.
“I’m just talkin’. Okay? Venting.”
“And I’m here to listen. Aight?”
Pearline stared at him intently.
“…sexual things…”
Smoke hummed, “Okay…” He made a gesture for her to proceed, “And?”
“…Settled here for seven years. Dealt with all the bullshit. Rubbed his feet and massaged his shoulders. Put my dreams aside to help him fulfill his. Gave him every hole to use…”
Smoke twisted his lips as he listened.
“I thought it made him happy. I guess not.”
Smoke studies his cigarette, the wheels in his head turning.
He licked his lips, “Can I tell ya’ a secret?”
Pearline looked at Smoke curiously.
“You? Opening up?” Pearline teased.
“It’s about you. So I don’t see why not.”
Pearline shifted to face him, hip jutted out enticingly. She propped her elbow onto the table, resting her chin against her palm.
“Well?” She uttered.
“I ain’t want Stack to marry you.”
A pregnant pause.
“…what? Smoke? You serious?”
Pearline didn’t know how to interpret what Smoke revealed. She drew her thick brows together, intrigued by what he said. And the feeling of butterflies.
“Why the hell not?” Pearline questioned.
Smoke struggled to answer her question. He puffed on his cigarette, smoke billowing from between his thick lips. His hand shook slightly until he flexed his chest to gain control of his muscles. He finally met her gaze, never looking away as he parted his lips to speak.
“Cause you should’ve been mine.”
Pearline was paralyzed with shock. She couldn’t believe Elijah’s words. All this time? He’d wanted her too? No way.
“Smoke–Smoke I–I–you’ve always felt like this?”
Smoke gave her a sideways look with unwavering eyes.
“I have. Still do.”
Pearline almost dropped her wine bottle.
She shot up from her seat.
“Go, Smoke.”
Smoke rose to his feet.
“You don’t feel the same?”
Pearline couldn’t believe his words.
“NO!” She shouted with a disbelieving expression.
“I don’t believe ya’, Pearlie. The way ya’ look at me…the way ya’ always looked at me.”
“Stop…”
Pearline brushed past Smoke, climbing the stairs to her room. Her vision blurred with tears. She could hear his footsteps behind her.
“Pearlie…”
Smoke moved around her swiftly, blocking her path.
“I love you—”
“HOW DARE YOU?!”
Pearline shoved at his chest, no use because he was too solid and strong to move. Smoke watched her fire herself out before locking her wrists in his firm grip. He leaned in, eyes boring into hers like he was staring into her soul.
“Go on and beat away, Pearlie. I mean what I say. I’m in love wit’ ya. And you deserve to be happy. I care about my brother, but I ain’t gonna keep fighting this feeling. And ain’t no way I’m a let you sit up here thinkin’ you ain’t the prize.”
Pearline blinked up at Smoke. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. Softly. Delicately. Reassuringly.
“…You bastard. How dare you take advantage?”
Smoke cocked his head.
“I’m pouring my heart out, and you say that?”
Pearline slaps Smoke. Hard.
“GET. OUT.”
Smoke growled, top lip snarled.
“You gon’ stop hitting me.” He warned.
“You deserve it.” She sassed.
Smoke toward over Pearline. She jumped slightly.
“So, you don’t feel the same?” Smoke’s husky voice challenged her.
“No.” Pearline replied, looking down his body with a slow sigh.
Smoke stood firm. Pearline peered up at him.
“…I’ll leave. But I’m still keepin’ my eye on you.”
Smoke gave her a once over before making his way down the stairs. Pearline’s chest heaved up and down with a shaky exhale.
Some nights later, Pearline got dressed to perform a new song she’d written titled Pale Pale Moon. She spent majority of the day emptying the closets and drawers of Stack’s things, part of her wanting to burn them but deciding it wasn’t worth it. Instead, drove down to a local thrift store and dropped the bags off without a backward glance.
He’d taken the things that meant more to him. His money. His jewelry. Leaving behind the one person he vowed never to leave. She’d done enough crying herself to sleep. And yet she couldn’t get Smoke out of her head. His confession.
Pearline deep down admired Smoke beyond him being her brother–in–law. She’d always known him to respect women and he always treated Pearline kindly. He would listen to her speak about things he didn’t understand, like how to grow certain flowers. He always took up for her, checked in on her, and stared at her with What Pearline now understood as deep affection.
She was seen with Smoke.
That’s all she ever wanted.
“Stop talking to her like that, Stack for I beat ya’ ass.”
“You ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, Pearlie.”
“You just as important to me, Pearlie.”
Everything he’d ever said to her. Every hug, every smile, every look. All of it was much more. Much deeper.
Messenger’s gave her a standing ovation.
Delta Slim and his band played to the words of Pale Pale Moon.
Pearline felt alive. Her lush skin so smooth like the sultry blues music.
She needed a distraction from Smoke.
But his words the other day…
He told her that he was in love with her. Told her to her face and with no shame.
Pearline was dropped off by a friend to her home since she’d been drinking. She waved goodbye before entering, shutting and locking the door behind her. Pearline braced herself against the wall, removing her shoes. She walked the length of her front foyer and the sound of a lighter flickering caused her to grab a vase, ready to lunge it at whoever broke into her home.
Vase raised above her head, she turned the corner.
“Who’s there—”
Standing tall and wearing a soft blue shirt rolled up his arms and black slacks, was Smoke.
“You broke into my house?”
Smoke dug into his pocket, swinging a key ring in front of her face.
“Put that shit down before you break it.” Smoke ordered.
“Why should I? You show up unannounced.”
Smoke took it upon himself to take it from her. Pearline didn’t fuss. Smoke placed it back where she’d gotten it from.
“You performed at Messenger’s?”
Pearline’s eyes swept over his body. She drew her shoulders back, strutting past him, removing the silk scarf draped over the front of her neck and down her back. Smoke caught it before it hit the floor. He folded it neatly and placed it on the coffee table, patting it with his fingertips. Pearline gazed at him.
“You look lovely, Pearlie.”
“What do you want, Smoke?” Pearline asked with an exasperated look.
“The truth.”
“It’s late. You can see yourself out…”
Pearline crossed her arms and poked her hip out.
Smoke motioned towards the kitchen with his head, “What that arsenic for?”
Pearline’s arms dropped.
“Mhm,” He puffed on his cigarette, “You tried to poison my brother with that pie.”
Pearline exhaled, “I did. No use in lying. Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped him from sampling it.” Pearline replied with her voice laced with unshed tears, “Don’t matter, I ain’t gonna poison him.”
“Cause of me.”
“So? I chickened out, Smoke.”
“Why you keeping it?” Smoke probed with narrow eyes.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Pearlie…” Smoke clenched his jaw, “I care about ya’…And I need to know if ya’ feeling the same.”
Pearline bounced her foot.
“You won’t stop unless I tell you…”
Pearline locked eyes with Smoke.
“Smoke..I…I should have picked you. Then I know I’d be treated better.”
A single tear fell.
“You can still chose me—”
“It’s too late for that. Won’t do us any favors acting on those feelings, now would it?”
Smoke disagreed.
“It’ll do us more than just a favor, baby…”
Pearline nibbled on her bottom lip.
Smoke strolled up on Pearline. Her breath hitched, eyes closing when his body pressed against hers. He placed a hand on the nape of her neck, tilting her head. Smoke leaned in, closing the distance between them. Pearline parted her lips ever so slightly, giving Smoke and entry. His fluffy lips touched hers with uncertainty. Pearline snaked her hands up his chest and secured her arms around his shoulders.
Smoke intensified the kiss. Soft pecks turned into open–mouthed movements. Pearline’s skin tingled with desire. Smoke’s chest bloomed with passion. He’d longed to taste her. He regretted not making a move on Pearline when he should have. His little brother had always been the smooth talker, the lady magnet.
The sound of lips smacking and soft breaths.
The feel of his rough hands gliding over her hips to grab ass.
Pearline pulling him in closer with her hands clutching onto his shirt.
They kissed their way towards the stairs. Smoke broke away from her lips to pick Pearline up. She wrapped her legs around him, diving in for more. Their tongues battled for dominance as Smoke climbed up the stairs. They stumbled, knocked against walls, and snatched off each other’s clothes all the way to her room.
“I need you,” Pearline whispered longingly.
“I’m here…I’m right here…”
Pearline wiggled out of Smoke’s arms and she dropped to her knees in a flash. He snatched off his shirt and watched her pull his belt from the loops. She tossed it to the floor and with her eyes on his, Pearline opened his zipper and unbuttoned his pants.
“Let me pleasure you, Elijah.”
“Go on, bring him out.” Smoke commanded.
Pearline did just that. She hummed sensuously. It was heavy in her hand and warm to the touch. She jerked him a little, watching the way he licked his lips down at her. Pearline wrapped her lips around his head and started sucking with no hands.
“Ahhh, fuck…”
Pearline gathered spit on her tongue as she sucked. Smoke watched like he was staring down at a circus act. Pearline was doing tricks he ain’t never experienced in his thirty plus years on earth. She made spit bubbles and slurped it back up. Her tongue curled around his shaft like a slick tentacle. She would pop her lips off and spit on it. Over and over. Getting down right disgusting like some street walker.
“This how you do it, Pearlie? FUCK.”
She attacked his balls with gusto. Moaning and whimpering with a mouth full of his nuts and big dick. Smoke couldn’t believe his eyes. He guessed the saying pretty girls love sucking dick that his little brother always said was true. He had a woman at home that did it like this? Ain’t no other woman come close to Pearline.
“Pearlie…don’t stop…”
She inhaled his dick and stroked him with two hands. Bawdy blues and all. Smoke weaved his fingers through her soft curls and controlled her movements. He fed her mouth some dick since she worked so hard to make him cum. His eyes turned puppyish and he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth.,
“I’m a cum so fucking hard!”
Pearline did a disappearing act with his dick. Smoke almost saw heaven. He grunted deep with his release. Not a single drop wasted.
He stared at her as she licked him clean. He backed away, slapping his tip on her wet tongue.
“So nasty wit’ it. You suck me like I’m ya’ man.”
“I’m passionate about giving, Smoke. It’s my favorite job,” Pearline licked her lips, eyes staring at his dick like it was made of the purest gold, “Especially when it’s nice and big like this. One thing about me,” Pearline stroked him and tongue kissed his tip between words, “I was known for being the best dick sucker. I’m not ashamed to admit…when you’re good at something,” Pearline ran her tongue from base to tip, “you keep going…and going…”
“Dayum…”
She was sucking on him again. Smoke stroked her face, caressed her hair, told her how pretty she looked, and moaned her name.
“You nice and thick in my mouth again, Elijah. Wanna give me what I’m workin’ so hard for?” She teased.
“Pearline! Ahhhh…”
She gulped his cum down again, giggling at his face.
“Get up.”
Smoke didn’t wait for Pearline to do it, he picked her up himself. Smoke spun her around and let his hands explore her naked body. Toned and thick at the same time. He watched her ass recoil beneath his palm, chocolate ass bouncing like jello.
“All this body…I’d handle ya’ ass erryday.” Smoke talked slickly.
“How would you handle me, Papa?”
That papa drove him crazy.
“I’d bend ya’ over…stick my tongue in ya’ pucker and ya’ cat…make ya’ suck my dick outta my sleep…after a hard day,” Smoke whacked her on the butt, “Then I’d make nasty, messy, love to ya’ baby…all over this fuckin’ house…”
Smoke picked Pearline up and placed her on the bed. She crawled away from him and he followed like a predator to his prey, nibbling on her flesh with his teeth, licking the soles of her feet. She got on all fours and dipped her back like a feline. Smoke put his face in it, suffocating himself on purpose. Pearline moved her hips, riding his face.
“Smoke…” she moaned, “Just like that…eat Stack’s pussy…”
“This ain’t his no more…”
Pearline whimpered.
“It’s yours?”
“All mines, baby. All this twangy pussy…”
“Shiiittttt…”
Smoke resurfaced, growling. He put his face in it again and growled some more. Pearline arched her back and cried out when Smoke jabbed her entrance with a pointed tongue.
“I can’t see you…I need to see how you doin’ that, Papa…”
Smoke couldn’t agree more. He flipped Pearline over and she opened up so wide her hips ached.
“Can’t get no wider than that, baby…so eager…”
“Feast on me, Papa…let me watch…” Pearline begged.
Jagged, labored, and sharp breaths escaped her mouth. Smoke’s handsome face and those juicy lips munched on Pearline’s pussy with gluttony, exactly what she wanted to see from her position on her back. His eyes are low like he was high off of her tangy taste and his lips and tongue moved in sync with each other. Pearline tightened her vaginal muscles around his fingers that were seated deep in her pussy and just like that, she leaked on his tongue. As long as his tongue, lips, and fingers stay on her she’ll give him what he wanted.
“Your pussy is so pretty and tight, baby…” Smoke takes two fingers to gently stroke her cum covered inner lips with an enthralling and spellbinding expression on his face, bottom lip all pouty, and golds on display, “I’ll take care of ya’ Pearlie…anything ya’ need…ya’ pussy ate up…fucked real good…spoiled…loved on the proper way…I’m there…”
Pearline held her legs up like Smoke instructed. She begged for him to eat her pussy. Smoke wanted to taste that twat, taste the mixture of salty sweetness. The way Pearline moved like a feline on stage, captivating the audience, hips gyrating and ass moving in a slow motion, smoke wanted to dig his tongue in it and sample it. He wanted her to do all that on his tongue and his dick.
“I think these inches about right for ya’, huh?” His onyx eyes flicker up to gaze at her. The way his irises looked, she can feel his eagerness to fuck the shit out of her instantaneously. No words needed, just his eyes doing the talking. Pearline nodded her head slowly before chewing on her bottom lip.
“Smoke,” Pearline started pushing her pussy against his tongue, humping as Smoke wiggled it and sucked away, “Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!”
Her musk crowded his nose and grew stronger the more she creamed.
“That’s right…feed me this good pussy…”
“As tasty as you are…mmm,” Smoke showed her just how delicious she is, “Don’t you worry, Pearlie, I’ll give you what you deserve…”
“I…I–I deserve it…” Pearline struggled to form words between moans.
She stilled her hips so he could suck her up. Pearline gasped, hands shaking and unsure if she wanted to grab his head or the sheets.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—”
Smoke’s rattling breaths fanned her pussy. He licked his lips and stared at the beautiful flower before his eyes with an intoxicating gaze. He covered her inner thighs with soft kisses, listening to her calm breaths. He stared up the valley of her glistening body.
“I need you on top, Pearlie…”
Smoke gets up to sit on the end of the bed, helping Pearline climb on top of him. His large hand is on the back of her head, pushing her face towards his so he could make her taste his lips. Smoke smirked as he kissed her, slipping his skillful tongue into her mouth so she could taste that sweet pussy all over his taste buds. All you could hear was the slurping of lips and heavy breathing.
Pearline fumbled with his pants, his lips fighting to keep kissing her and each time she pulled on the fabric his fat dick would jump and brush against her pussy lips. Finally, skin-to-skin contact. Smoke’s muscular thighs, heavy balls, and that thick dick. Pearline didn’t even wait, as soon as his pants were pushed past his dick she squatted over him while his toned hips pushes his dick up to meet her.
“Elijah…” Pearline grabbed onto his shoulders.
All she can feel is solid, throbbing, long girth entering her from beneath. Her inner lips all the way to her clit pulsates with need. Smoke continued to pump her pussy at a slow pace with his hand reaching up to grip her throat. Pearline’s eyes are focused between her legs and she watched with awe at the seductive motion of his hips burying his dick deeper and deeper...his abdominal muscles crunched and the more noise her pussy made, Smoke’s thrust deepened.
She was staring back and forth from his dick to his face with a delusional expression—still in disbelief about how much dick this man possesses. Identical to his brother. Pearline is still in shock that she was fucking her brother–in–law. She let out a gasp and her head goes back so far Smoke had to cradle it. The closer Smoke pulls her body towards him, her erect nipples brush his lips. He opens his mouth wide, his long, thick tongue showing both stiff peaks some attention before gently sucking it.
He had her slim waist in a firm position as he rocked her up and down his dick. It was a sensual dance.
“Why you fuckin’ me like you love me?” Pearline whispered.
“Cause I do love ya’…”
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Pearline whined.
It was too late for that.
“I’m ‘bout to tear that ass up,” Smoke warned her with a forceful, guttural voice. He picked Pearline up by her waist and turned her around, “Spread your fucking thighs...c’mon, baby, open that pussy up I need that shit so bad...yessss...got this pussy driving me crazy, Pearlie...this wet ass pussy...make love to this pussy all fucking day, baby…”
“Oh, my goodness!”
"Pussy getting wetter with papa’s fat dick up in it?”
Pearline moaned in response. This was the most vocal Smoke had ever been. He couldn’t wait to have her.
"Pearlie…fuck…" Smoke moaned, "darling...I swear to God,...do you know how I’d kill to be up in this? Huh? Make you mines...I’m stroking it…all this wet pussy wrapped around my fucking dick...alla ‘dis ass? dassit baby...fuck on daddy like that…”
Pearline couldn’t help herself as she leaned over, ass high while she rode Smoke’s dick in reverse cowgirl. She looked back at him, curls in her face and heart racing from the workout she was giving her pussy. She could feel Smoke’s fingers graze her ass cheeks before they were on lower lips. Pearline’s peach fuzz tickled his thumbs as he spread heropen so that he could watch the way his dick pushed past her swollen vulva, producing more cream.
“Damn, Pearlie…it’s like ya’ pussy been wanting this dick…you’re so wet…”
“Unh, yes—”
“Ohhh, you work it like that, huh? That’s how you riding this daddy dick?” Smoke groaned and it made your clit twitch.
“You makin’ this dick hella sloppy,” Smoke said and she heard the obstacle in his voice to hold his nut off. Pearline was working the tip of his dick now, all that beautiful dark skin and the muscles in her back mesmerizing him.
“Elijah…” Pearline moans, but it’s so low with how loud her pussy is.
Smoke was in a trance watching her ass bounce and clap against his crotch each time she came down on his dick. The cotton candy pink center in contrast with her deep brown skin made him salivate.
“Ooh—”
“Papa hittin’ that spot? Yeah? Here, lemme hit it for ya’ some more.. ooh, baby, ya’ takin' it…there ya’ go…hmmmm, pussy is yankin’ me...here some more dick for, ya’…”
Pearline looked back and saw the intensity in his eyes and then she could feel his dick in her stomach. Her face felt tight and hot and the heat from Smoke’s body had her shimmery skin sweating. Pearline felt tears pricking her eyes and her mouth fell open, drooling with lust. This shit was too good.
“Ima cum on this dick, Papa!”
“Gon’ head that’s what the fuck I want,” Smoke said menacingly, “Where the fuck is it?!”
“Ohhhhhhh, Shit—”
“Bounce on that dick…just like that…bring that ass down on me, girl...ahhhh, fuck…you do it so nasty on this wood, girl...so fucking nasty. Been wanting me to fuck ya’ tail up…you like fucking the other twin, baby?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Pearline’s ass flopped down in Smoke’s lap, her walls like a tight capsule squashing his dick for dear life.
“Fuck, Pearlie…”
Smoke stood with his dick still buried inside of her and turned her around with her back arched, knees on the bed, and feet hanging over the edge. His eyes swept over her body as he spread her cheeks apart. Pearline glanced back, eyes lowering between his legs. Thick. Veins pulsing. She reached behind to spread her creamy folds for him. Their eyes met and he purposely sank into her agonizingly slow.
“I love the way you moan when I push all this daddy dick deep inside of you…” Smoke pulled out, doing it again, “Like ya’ singing the blues to me…”
“It makes my pussy feel so full, Papa...I love the way you fuck me...it feels so good, baby, don’t stop stroking me…”
“You love knowing you fuckin’ Smoke, huh?”
Pearline’s warm, wet, tight pussy gripped his dick and when she reached back to grab for his balls, she couldn’t believe how heavy they were. If he keeps going at a slow pace like this, making her pussy cream and sound like this, Smoke gon’ erupt and make a large mess all in his sister–in–law’s pussy.
His hands were slapping her ass around to let her know she made his dick feel good with the loving he was giving her. It was deep and his words were nasty but his strokes were patient and savoring—like he wanted to stay in her married pussy as long as he could and make her moan as much as her voice box can produce.
His thick dick is slow and torturous sliding in and out her, pussy lips snug around the head of his dick every time he enters her. Smoke would slide all the way in, her pussy making all kinds of noises, then he would pull all the way out. Pearline knew why he was doing this—sliding in and pulling out. He loved the way his wide tip pushed past her walls. He loved the warmth and her juices making his dick all sticky.
He was taking his time, learning the hole his brother fucked, the pussy his little brother neglected. Smoke could only imagine slippery and sticky Pearline could make his dick. She was creaming and oozing out with each stroke and it’s all over his dick and balls.
“You like it messy, yeah?” Pearline asked with a gasp in between.
“Arch that fuckin’ back.” That was his response.
“Like this, Papa?” She whispered as she pointed that plump ass further in the air, shaking it a little for him, “I want you to hit the bottom of this wet pussy...hold it there and feel me squeeze that dick…”
“Pearlie…”
“You like it messy, make your pussy cum—”
Smoke grunted.
“This shit mines? I thought you said we ain’t suppose to be doin’ this here?”
Pearline whimpered when he pushed deep enough for her to feel pressure. He was playing with her. She loved it.
“We ain’t…it’s wrong…”
Smoke hooked his hand around the front of her neck and he peered down at her with a mug on his face.
“I shouldn’t be fuckin’ my pussy? Thought ya’ wanted this dick?”
Smoke gave her two forceful strokes as a reminder. Pearline’s eyes crossed. He did it again, watching her face contort in the vanity mirror across from them.
“Talk to me, baby. Want it?”
“Yes, yes, please, give it to me…”
His punishing strokes hit Pearline out of nowhere, knocking the wind out of her chest and tearing her guts up.
She continued her shit-talking while her ass clapped back on him, “Yes, Elijah, fuck this pussy, take it, I’m a cum all over that dick...fat dick making me cum right now...oh my God…that big dick making me cum right now…uhhhhhhhhhhh…”
She was cut off from Smoke’s hand on the back of her neck, pushing her face down into the mattress.
“This fuckin’ pussy...I’ll get ya’ knocked up, baby. I swear I will.”
Her lips parted and she started drooling on the bed.
“I know you feel these nuts banging that clit...that’s what I’m talkin ‘bout.”
“SMOKE!”
“Yeah? Yeah, baby?” Smoke teased.
He was beating her walls out.
“Don't you ever think you ain’t special...look at all this…you ain't playing with no lil’ boy…you know what a beast can do to ya’ sexy ass…”
Smoke was reminding her that this is what she’ll be getting tonight, the next morning, the day after that…
Smoke pulled out and rubbed her clit back and forth with his dick, and all she could remember before seeing stars was pushing out a fountain from her pussy—wetting up the sheets, the hardwood, and Smoke. He kept going, his dick rubbing her swollen clit back and forth.
“This pussy is too fat and juicy...wet pussy dripping...making a fucking mess on this dick...keep it up and I’m sucking on ya’ pussy again.”
“Please…I wanna feel your lips again, Papa.”
Smoke groaned.
He got down behind Pearline and ate to his hearts desire. She reached around and grabbed his head. Smoke massaged her ass while french kissing her pussy from the back. Loud, smacking of the lips.
“You think you can steal this pussy from your brother every night?” Pearline dirty talked.
Smoke’s tongue worked harder. When he was finished, Pearline turned over onto her back, thighs spread and knees to her chest with her fingers pushing her puffy folds back to show him where he needed to nut.
“Clean Big Papa dick off first,” Smoke is knelt on the bed near her face. All she can see hovering above her is the underside of his dick and his balls. Pearline extended her neck, mouth wide and tongue flicking before grabbing him by the balls. Mouth engulfing him, Smoke swipes two fingers over his tongue before bringing them to her clit while she sucked.
“Get that motherfucker nice and wet too, baby…”
Her lips pop off his dick, “Drain that dick in me, Papa.”
“Shit, get ya’ pregnant? Pearlie don’t say sum shit that’ll get ya’ in trouble…let my dick go.”
Pearline’s lips left Smoke’s tip. She looked up at him with glossy eyes.
“I wanna cum like this,” Pearline spread her thighs so far that her feet touched the bed on either side of her. Smoke walked around and between her legs, his erection in hand, jerking downward to open his slit and show her his tasty pre-cum.
“Damn...my dick...shit so stiff I could bust from the sight of ya’ pretty ass,” Smoke was back inside of her, “ima always have ya’...ya’ love me, girl?”
The gruff tone mixed with his words has her breath uneven and her heartbeat a little faster.
“...Wha?” Pearline was astounded. He was still sexing her missionary, her body moving back and forth against the bed in time with his strokes.
“I said...do ya’ love me?” His jaw clenched tightly and his eyes were serious.
“...Yesss…” Pearline turns her head away because now she can’t look at him as her tears begin to cloud her vision. Smoke wasn’t having that. He grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. His brows are furrowed and his lips are parted.
“I love ya’. I love you and I ain’t letting ya’ go...I want ya’ to remember that and take every fucking word I’m saying seriously, Pearlie.”
Smoke’s lip had curled up and his eyes were so intense that she could literally feel them burning into hers.
“Do ya’ understand me, girl? I fucking love you...”
Pearline weeped. Smoke’s tongue found its way to her nipples and he starts sucking each one softly. His patience. It didn’t matter how long it took for him to finally have her, he made that his mission. Her happiness means the world to him. She had moments of insecurity but his reassurance makes her realize it doesn’t matter. He dreams of all the ways he can take care of her, how he would treat her better and love her better. She’d wake up happy knowing she was properly taken care of. She’d feel more at home with him than she ever felt with Stack. And she believed him.
Smoke buries his face against her neck and with his hands wrapped around her shoulders to keep her still and his hips pistoning in and out, Pearline can feel him pushing all the love that he could deep inside of her.
She locked her ankles around him and shut her eyes tight to stop her tears. He was licking, sucking, and biting all over her neck. Pearline continuously gasps in his ear with each deep thrust of his. Her hand is on his firm ass and she start forcing his hips down even more.
“Dig fucking deeper,” She whispers to him.
“Dayum...dayum,” He groaned in her ear, “Pearlie…I wanna cum inside of ya’!”
“Yes!”
“I’m about to bust this shit wide open—”
Her mouth went wide with ecstasy and Smoke’s hand was on the back of her head to watch her face while he forced himself deep inside, stopping at the precise moment he heard her try to utter a sound before doing it all over again and making her eyes roll. Smoke kissed and nibbled along her jaw. Her pussy didn’t make no sense to him.
Pearline felt the same about his dick. He was really stretching her out and the way his biceps trembled she knew he was about to cum heavy and hard. Pearline widened her legs for him some more. Smoke brought her ankles up to rest on his shoulders and he lifted to his hands, dropping dick off in her.
“It’s right here for you...cum in your pussy, Papa...this your pussy,...this your pussy, Papa...this your pussy—”
“Take my cum...take all my cum up in this pussy...ahhh...shit...I got more for ya’...that’s it...goddamn this pussy won’t let me go...keep cumming—”
Pearline could feel the sensation of his cum filling her pussy up and that’s when her own orgasm extended from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to the surface and made her spasm beneath him. It was fucking, but with so much affection for each other. Smoke eases out of her and even with him not there she still felt stretched out and aching. Smoke is on his back next to her, his dick still rigid. Pearline turns to the side, one leg coming up to rest on top of his while her feet rubbed against his inner thigh. She looked up to see Smoke staring at her—just studying her face.
“I love you.”
Pearline’s shyness took over. The intensity in his eyes. She knew he meant it.
“You really love me?” Pearline asks with a shaky and sweet voice.
“Real shit, baby...real shit.”
She beamed and hid her face. Smoke chuckled.
“I can’t believe we just had sex.”
“We made love, Pearlie.” Smoke corrected.
The harsh reality of what just happened loomed over her.
“…What does this mean?” Pearline asked with a small voice.
“It means whatever ya’ want it to mean…but just know, I can make ya’ happy, Pearlie. Let me love ya’.”
Pearline sits up.
“Smoke…if Stack finds out—”
“So what?”
“You came in me! What if I get pregnant? We ain’t had sex in months! He would know!”
“Pearlie…”
Smoke stilled her. Pearline locked eyes with him. Smoke tried to find the words to say.
“What is it, Smoke?”
He was crestfallen.
“Pearlie…Stack…Stack been seeing Mary more…cause he thinking of how to get her away from Arkansas without her husband finding out she pregnant.”
Pearline cocked her head back. A fresh wave of tears swam in her eyes.
“W-what? What you sayin’? She pregnant with his baby? Smoke? No…no, no, no, no—”
Smoke wrapped his arms around Pearline.
“You knew all this time?!—”
“She just found out. She came to tell him. Pearlie…”
Smoke lifted her into his lap. He allowed her to cry, stroking her back and kissing her hair. She cried for a while, shaking against him. Smoke stared down at her, his thumb caressing her cheek.
“Pearlie?”
“…I should have killed him.”
Pearline sat up in Smoke’s lap. She had this far away look in her eyes.
“Stack a grown man. I can’t keep blaming you for his faults, Smoke. You’ve done enough to protect him and look after him. He never knew how to watch his own back without you being there…”
Smoke dropped his eyes. Pearline finally looked at him. She tilted his chin up, her eyes flicking from his face to his chest.
“Why didn’t you steal me from him? Why did you let him take me away from you?” Pearline contested with a knot in her throat.
“…why did ya’ have to fall in love wit’ him instead of me?” Smoke brazens.
Pearline held his gaze, even as tears streamed from her eyes.
I have about 5-6 different version of both femme and masc body bases, I'll add to them as I go, but feel free to use these bases as you want! Draw on them, trace them for practice, use them for your ocs refs, whatever!
If you have any body types you want me to include, feel free to message me and I'll try my best!
The Bloodline is a notorious crime family known all across the underground world. A family that’s been at the top of the food chain for generations. Currently led by the ruthless, stoic Roman Reigns, their success has never been better. But as Roman moves up the age ladder, his chief advisors are pushing him to set aside the one night stands in favor of settling down to ensure the continuation of the bloodline.
Enter: Solana Miller. Scarred both literally and figuratively from a lifetime of trauma, she finds herself embedded in a twisted game of politics when she’s forced into an arranged marriage with the tribal chief himself. A union built upon lies, Solana doesn’t expect her days to last long given Roman’s notorious temper.
Roman initially opposes the union, finding Solana to be entirely too fragile for his preference but eventually agrees under the guise that she will be unseen and unheard outside of her duties in giving him an heir.
What neither of these two realize is maybe there’s more to each other than meets the eye and that maybe the healing they’ve both been unconsciously looking for can be found in one another.
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cw/tw: extreme violence, graphic language, murder, drugs, torture, abuse (of children and adults), childhood sexual assault, mental health struggles, mafia, crime, fluff, smut, and suggestive content
song inspo: 'looking through your eyes’ by leann rimes
pairing: roman reigns x bipoc!oc
feat characters: jimmy uso, jey uso, solo sikoa, naomi, nia jax, paul heyman, rikishi, the rock, sasha banks, cody rhodes, brandi rhodes, seth rollins, becky lynch, bianca belair, jade cargill, sami zayn, kevin owens, brock lesnar and more. (see cast here)
chapter one + chapter two + chapter three + chapter four + chapter five + chapter six + chapter seven + chapter eight + chapter nine + chapter ten + chapter eleven + chapter twelve + chapter thirteen + chapter fourteen
chapter fifteen + chapter sixteen + chapter seventeen + chapter eighteen + chapter nineteen + chapter twenty + chapter twenty-one + chapter twenty two + chapter twenty three + chapter twenty four + chapter twenty five
chapter twenty six + chapter twenty seven + chapter twenty eight + chapter twenty nine + chapter thirty + chapter thirty one + chapter thirty two + chapter thirty three + chapter thirty four + chapter thirty five + chapter thirty six + chapter thirty seven + chapter thirty eight: part one + chapter thirty eight: part two
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sick days
unpretty
fix you
sleepless nights
before the fall
family
gym time
nobody's business
made for me
little things
lunch dates
the story of our lives
prayer for the broken
dangerously in love
p*$$y fairy (otw)
safe with me
boo'd up
nothin' i won't do
wet
say you won't let go
scars to your beautiful
my cherie amour
la isla bonita
roman's lock screens: part 1
roman's lock screens: part 2
roman's nsfw lock screens: part 3
roman and solana's lock screens
roman and solana's house
roso visuals
roso texts
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roso texts 3
roso texts 4
lita and roman texts
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Summary: Aaliyh has an elusive charm that can be alluring to some and frustrating to others. Professor Terry is compelled to have her. On one fateful evening at his college buddies bachelor party, he runs into Aaliyah. An interaction he hadn’t imagined would ever happen.
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ CONTENT, based off of Players Club, Nasty Talk, Professor!Student.
Part One.
The combined elements of dark wood and a silver-painted metallic finish gave his desk an exquisite appearance within the lecture hall. The theater–like room was cloaked in silence and a gloomy ambiance from the constant downpour of rain. The occasional clearing of throats or shuffling of papers could be heard, but everyone clung on to his words as he leaned casually against his desk.
He was situated in front of the class, one hand reclined back to brace himself, while the other held a book within his grasp by its withering spine. He crossed his feet at the ankles, rounded, gold–rimmed specs hanging onto the bridge of his nose. His full lips moved in tandem with his educated words, blue–grey eyes flicking from the passage he was reading to the class of over thirty students before him.
“…Brain size in mammals is generally proportional to body size. Relative to body mass, humans have the largest brain. The chimpanzee brain has an approximate volume of 300 cm3; a gorilla’s is slightly larger. The human adult brain is more than three times larger, typically between 1,300 cm3 and 1,400 cm3. The brain is not only larger in humans than in apes but also much more complex. The cerebral cortex, where the higher cognitive functions are processed, is in humans proportionally much greater than the rest of the brain when compared with apes…”
He articulated his words fluently, deep baritone drawing you in like a breath of fresh air.
Aaliyah scribbled across her notepad with her iPad propped up in front of her, occasionally highlighting passages from the same book she’d downloaded. She had one too many books creating an almost mountainous pile within her bedroom. Thank goodness this was her last semester. She’d put off taking this combined Ethics and Psychology course, realizing she needed it to graduate.
The magnetic allure of her gaze blinked away from the Professor, the end of her red, ink pen situated between her heart–shaped lips. Her upturned eyes followed the movement of the Professor licking his thumb to turn a page. She crossed one shapely thigh over the other, the thick material of the navy blue sweats she wore cozy. Her small foot covered in old Vans bounced slightly, a habit she couldn’t control.
“…Humans live in groups that are socially organized, and so do other primates. But primate societies do not approach the complexity of human social organization. A distinctive human social trait is culture, which may be understood here as the set of non-strictly biological human activities and creations. Culture in this sense includes social and political institutions, ways of doing things, religious and ethical traditions, language, common sense and scientific knowledge, art and literature, technology, and in general all of the creations of the human mind. Culture “is a pool of technological and social innovations that people accumulate to help them live their lives…”
His patience, communication, and passion helped her pay attention, even though she couldn’t help but to fantasize and escape to a place where she could dream. It was the intuitive feeling within her. Beyond her squared, black frames, she found herself memorizing the shape of his elongated fingers cupping the book. The way he talked with his hands. So expressive. Voice so even toned and soft at times. She couldn’t be the only one captivated by her handsome Professor.
“I know it’s nearing time for us to leave,” He strolled lazily towards one of the large windows, “It’s really coming down out there. Well…why don’t we pick back up on Friday? Make sure you all submit your midterm papers. I’ve extended the due date…”
The class began to gather their things. Aaliyah didn’t make a fuss to leave just yet. From the Professor’s view, he peeked up at her from behind his desk, still sitting in her seat, chewing on her pouty, bottom lip with so much focus on her IPad. He didn’t bother her, taking that time to check his curriculum. Aaliyah’s silent presence didn’t bother him. So why bother her?
After thirty minutes, she stood, stretching her arms that were drowning in an oversized, graphic hoodie. Her silk pressed hair was styled in a low bun and medium–sized silver hoops decorated her ears. She threw her school bag over her shoulder and slipped from behind her desk, leaving the room. Before she reached the door, she turned back and caught the hypnotic eyes of her Professor. She gave him a silent wave and he returned the gesture with a small smile, watching her disappear from his eyes.
He couldn’t shake the twinge of sadness in her leaving.
——
As Friday rolled around, Aaliyah found herself running late for class. It was her own fault. She’d started a side hustle that earned her more money than what she’d gotten paid working remote for Verizon. It required a lot of her time, and she’d become so obsessed with it that her sleep schedule changed. Dressed in a pair of heather–gray leggings with a matching oversized, slouchy sweatshirt, Aaliyah opened the door to the lecture hall, quickly finding herself scurrying to her usual seat in the middle of the Professor’s speech.
“Excuse me…sorry…”
Aaliyah squeezed into her seat and hastily worked to fall in line, cursing herself internally. Her sleek hair framed her face as she buried herself into her work.
“Aaliyah?”
Her eyes held slight bags beneath them. They connected through her lenses at the Professor. She could feel eyes on her in other parts of the room as well.
“Is everything okay?” He questioned with concern.
“Yes, Professor Richmond. I had a late start today…”
“Okay…do you know where we are or do you need me to fill you in?”
A faint smile graced her shimmering lips.
“I know where we are. Thank you.”
Professor Richmond nodded his head slightly before turning his attention back to the whiteboard. Aaliyah swooped some of her long hair back from her face and behind her ear, reaching for her Stanley cup to quench her thirst.
In the middle of lecture, Aaliyah’s phone vibrated within the front pocket of her school bag. She groaned slightly, distracted by the noise while jotting down notes. After a while she couldn’t ignore it. Professor Terry caught sight of her reaching for her phone, and he took note of the stress lining her pretty face.
Meanwhile, Aaliyah’s eyes scanned two texts from a friend and former coworker of hers, asking if she was free to meet up after class. Aaliyah had an inclination of what it was about, but ultimately she agreed to meet up for lunch. After settling that distraction, she pulled herself back into her work, not aware of Professor Richmond’s eyes on her.
“Class dismissed. See you all on Wednesday…”
And as expected, Aaliyah held her spot. Professor Richmond had his back facing her while using an Expo eraser to clear the board. He wore a black sweater that molded into his sinewy upper body in all the right places. The black slacks he wore to match accentuated his ass and strapping thighs.
After recapping the marker, he gave Aaliyah a once–over. He studied her for another minute before placing his hands within the pockets of his slacks, making his way towards her. Aaliyah looked up at him, her posture straightening. He settled next to her, a soft smile on his face. Aaliyah waited for him to say something, an arched brow raised in question.
It just dawned on her that she’d never been this close to him.
Professor Richmond was thinking the same thing.
“How are your studies coming along?”
The deep vibrato of his voice was so smooth she found herself smirking. Aaliyah blinked away from his overwhelmingly handsome face, trying her best to focus on the text before her instead of the man that occupied her space with a fragrance so utterly charismatic with a blend of basil notes, bewitching lavender, and sandalwood accords.
“As well as it can to pass this class, Professor.” She responded.
The sound of her melodic voice, the way it lulled him into a trance. He couldn’t shake it. His long fingers drummed against the desk, the ability to control the urge to catch a more…invading whiff of her sweet perfume paining him. And was that…a tongue ring?
He had the biggest crush on Aaliyah.
“You sound put out. I hope that paper is coming along.”
Aaliyah cut her tantalizing eyes at him and those sinful lips parted to speak, “I’m finished. Mostly. Just need to do a bit of editing.”
“Good…good. Hey,” Professor Richmond leaned in closer, removing his glasses, “Can I ask you a question?”
Aaliyah focused on him with a steady gaze. Never wavering. She turned her curvy body in her chair to face him fully. Professor Richmond’s blue–gray eyes did a quick sweep of her frame.
“Depends on the question…then I’ll determine if it warrants a response…”
Sassy.
“Ha, okay,” Professor Richmond exhaled, “I would like to take you to lunch sometime. Away from campus…my treat.”
He pressed his large hand against his solid chest and tilted his head at her. Aaliyah blinked at him slowly.
“Today if you’re free…how does that sound?”
Aaliyah twisted her lips to fight a smile. It didn’t work however. That smile of hers broke through and it was beautiful. It was one of those smiles that captivated you. So sexy. Oh so sexy.
She was just…sexy.
“I can’t,” Aaliyah turned away, her hair sweeping her back, “I’m meeting a friend for lunch already…”
Professor Richmond’s thick brows flicked up and he groaned softly. He was hoping for a yes.
“Then…we can plan a lunch next week?” He persisted.
Aaliyah tucked her chin and giggled softly. It was a sight to behold. He wasn’t going to back down.
“Next week…hmm…maybe. I have a lot going on.”
Her dismissive tone didn’t stop him. Maybe it was because he was her Professor. She probably didn’t want to get caught up in that. Probably didn’t have time for that mess. A beautiful woman such as herself probably gets approached every damn day by men. What makes him any different?
“Whenever you’re free then,” Professor Richmond widened his thighs to appear more relaxed, “I hope I’m not being too forward…”
Aaliyah trailed her eyes from his thighs to his face. He caught that. He knew she found him attractive. He knew his potential. Felt her eyes on him plenty of times.
“I’m not looking for anything right now. I appreciate the gesture though,” Aaliyah turned those beautiful eyes away, “I’m sorry.”
Professor Richmond looked away from her, trying his best to hide his disappointment. He clenched his sculpted jaw, accepting defeat. A slight smile graced his lips as he stood, fixing the hem of his sweater.
Better luck next time. And there will be a next time.
“I’ll leave you to it then, Aaliyah…enjoy the rest of your day, beautiful.”
The way he called her beautiful…the bounce of her foot stilled.
“You do the same, Professor,” She replied, eyes never leaving her iPad, although a smirk graced her succulent lips.
He paused in his descend, turning to look at her over his shoulder. Her eyes connected with his again, dark brown meeting bluish–grey. The way her hip sat, jutted out from her thigh crossed over the other. She was doing things to his psyche. Her feet in flat, black sandals. Those pretty toes. That beautiful hair. It was all too consuming.
“I’m Terry by the way.”
He felt he needed her to know him on a first named basis. Aaliyah blinked at him with those curled lashes. She smiled again, smaller this time, but it still held a seductive quality.
“I know.” She responded impertinently.
He shook his head and released a soft chuckle. Sassy indeed.
Terry returned to his desk, gathering his things. He shut his laptop and the sound of Aaliyah walking down the steps towards the exit brought his attention back. Although she always wore loosely fitting tops and occasionally bottoms, the sway of her hips didn’t go unnoticed. No matter how hard she tried to cover it all up. He knew she was shielding a body beneath those layers.
Her dainty hand grasped the handle to the door. Aaliyah glanced over her shoulder at him one final time. Terry waited, hands finding its way into his pockets.
“I’ll see you Wednesday, Professor.”
A slow, half smirk crept up his face.
“Same as well, Miss Aaliyah. Enjoy your weekend.”
She waved goodbye with a flutter of her fingers in a flirty manner before leaving him alone to his thoughts.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was taunting him.
——
Aaliyah climbed the short, concrete steps leading her inside Elsie’s Plate and Pie. Home to legendary pies and authentic taste in Baton Rouge. It wasn’t far from her Shotgun House. She removed her shades, spotting her friend, Keisha, sitting near a window. Keisha is a tall, thick woman. Her hazel eyes ignited when she spotted Aaliyah, one hand with long, red acrylic nails waving her over. Aaliyah scooted past a crowded table, holding her arms out to accept a hug from her longtime friend.
They did the squeeze and sway motion, big smiles on their faces.
“Y’at?! Girl it’s been forever. Baby, you look fucking good. How’s school and shit?” Keisha questioned boisterously.
“It’s going, girl. Almost done. You?”
“Still doing my thing at Crazy Horse. We miss you there,” Keisha gave Aaliyah sad eyes and a pout.
“You know I miss ya’ll too,” Aaliyah grabbed her glass of water, opening a straw, “What you finna get?”
“I don’t know…”
They scanned the menu, both settling on crawfish queso as a starter when their waiter sauntered over.
“Brittany still sleeping with Mack?” Aaliyah asked while sipping from her straw.
“Girl…” Keisha rolled her eyes, “He still breaking that down. She ain’t hopping off that dick…”
“Ugh,” Aaliyah scrunched her face up in disgust, “Mack though? That’s why I had to go. How do you do it? That nigga irks me.”
Keisha laughed, “I have my ways. I do what I gotta do to survive.”
Their appetizer arrived. Aaliyah didn’t hesitate to dig in. She was starving. The turkey bacon, fried eggs, and croissant breakfast she had earlier didn’t stick to her stomach.
“Li–Li, I wanna know if you’d be down for this new thang I got goin’ on.”
And here it comes…
“Keisha…” Aaliyah rolled her eyes.
“You’ll love it. Trust me.”
“I want to, but then I’m like…Keisha a wild girl. Whatever it is, I know it ain’t simple.”
They both laughed.
“Let me fill you in, bitch!”
“Go ‘head,” Aaliyah cackled, “I’m waiting.”
“Awrite, so…We both know working at Crazy Horse ain’t shit. Half the money we earned went to Mack ass…”
“True…”
“So, I do this side gig. House calls.”
Aaliyah have a half shrug before crossing one leg over the other beneath the table, “Okay?”
“Andddd…I want you to join me.”
Before Aaliyah could respond, they placed their orders. Seafood pot pies.
“Keisha, I got this online content thing lined up and it’s hittin’ off. I made 350 dollars in one night,” Aaliyah scooped up the last bit of dip.
“What’s 350 to two grand?”
Aaliyah snorted, “Two grand? Serious?”
She sat up straighter in her seat. Aaliyah inclined her head towards Keisha for her to continue. That two grand sounded promising…
“Tell me what you do for these house calls.”
“It depends. It could be an all woman thang…a little toy party situation…most of the time it’s bachelor parties and believe it or not, men in uniform…”
“Men in uniform?” Aaliyah gawked at Keisha, “Like, military men?”
“Military men, policemen…tomorrow it’s firefighters. They pay good money for you to show up and perform. You don’t gotta go further than that unless you want to. That’s where the real bandz come from.”
Aaliyah let Keisha’s words sink in while she swirled the ice in her glass around with her straw. Aaliyah couldn’t deny that she missed dancing on the pole. It was exciting. Made her feel sexy. The best full body workout. She often craved the neon colors against her skin beneath the black lights. Her gravity-defying moves around the dance pole, sky-high heels and perfect hair, it was nothing short of magical.
Part acrobat, part athlete, part artist.
“I can see the wheels in your head turning…sounds good, huh?” Keisha asked with a knowing grin.
Aaliyah hummed, her eyes scanning Keisha’s face, “Almost too good…”
“Like I said, tomorrow night I have a gig at the fire house. I was bringing this other girl, she go by Diamond. She was cool…but I feel like me and you are a dynamic duo. Miss Dark Angel…”
Excitement tickled her nerves.
“So? You wanna go?”
“…I don’t know, Keisha…”
Aaliyah hung her head, deep in thought. She crossed her arms over her chest, breasts sitting up invitingly.
“Just…think it over tonight. Hit me up and let me know.”
Aaliyah dragged her tongue over her upper teeth. Keisha giggled at her, causing Aaliyah to snap out of her deep thoughts. She only had tonight to decide. Stripping was such a hard hustle for her. She had just found her niche. But, if what Keisha was saying is true, she could make the most money she’d ever made as an exotic dancer. Tempting…
Their food arrived and they fell into gossip, laughing about wild shit, falling into their usual routine. Aaliyah finished her entire pot pie while Keisha packed hers to go.
“We gotta do this more often, Li–Li,” Keisha slapped some money down, paying the tab, “You got your nose in ‘dem books! You’ve always been so smart…I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, Keisha. We definitely have to link more. This last semester is kicking my ass. It’ll all pay off.”
“Seeing anybody?”
“Fuck no,” Aaliyah’s shoulders bounced with her laughter, “My professor did ask me on a lunch date today…”
“Oh?” Keisha’s eyes widened with interest, “Do tell.”
“Nothing to tell,” Aaliyah replied, “He’s very handsome. Sweet…I’m not tryna get tangled in that. I know how that can go…”
“I hear ya. Best to keep focused. Men come and go, girl. I ain’t got time either.”
They both stood, walking out together. Aaliyah had parked her Jeep behind Keisha’s all black Hellcat. They hugged again, giving each other a kiss on the cheek.
“Let me know!” Keisha shouted at Aaliyah’s retreating frame.
“I will!”
She waved goodbye, climbing into her Jeep and revving it up.
——
Aaliyah moved across her cramped kitchen with a swiftness, standing in her naked glory, body mimicking a glazed delight with how shiny and glistening her honey skin looked beneath the lights. She’d just finished filming some content, nothing too wild, just twerking and nasty talk.
“Don’t forget to tip, baby…”
“You gonna pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet ass pussy, daddy?”
“I need some company, can’t stand looking edible alone…”
She used her same stage name. Liyah Allure. The Dark Angel. She used a video shot from a long angle, the white wall as her back drop. Lil Wayne–She Will instrumental playing in the background. Her sleek hair fell down her back and she would turn her head ever so slightly, giving teasing glances up and down while making that ass bounce and clap. She could move it with little no effort. Her hands glided over her sultry body, showing her viewers just how edible she is. And they wanted to take a bite.
Aaliyah racked up five hundred dollars. Friday’s were Freaky Friday. She showed more skin. You had to pay extra for a pussy shot. Aaliyah took pictures and videos for that as well. She spent a pretty penny on equipment. An elongated tripod held her camera in many angles. Her favorite shot was always from behind with her juicy thighs spread and shaking that big ass. Her wet, hairless pussy popped in the camera white those siren eyes looked back at it.
It was time for a bath. She wanted to spend the rest of her evening finishing up editing for her paper before submitting to Professor Richmond. Her Ethics and Psychology Professor. Aaliyah blew steam that wafted from her ceramic coffee mug as her slipper–clad feet shuffled towards her room. Placing the mug on her side table, she made her way towards her dresser and began wrapping her hair. She hated doing it, but she wanted a straighter look this time around so pin curling it wouldn’t work.
After securing her hair with three silk scarves to ensure she didn’t sweat it out, Aaliyah grabbed her mug and headed to her bathroom. She’d already prepared the bath with her bubble bath and essential oils. She loved using lavender and vanilla. There is a rack across her tub that she could place a book or even a drink on while enjoying her bath. The glow of the candles created a beautiful and relaxing environment.
Aaliyah listened to her Neo Soul playlist while reclining her head back and resting her eyes. She had her timer set for thirty minutes, making sure she didn’t fall asleep in her tub for longer than that like she’d done many times before. Her head went limp on its side, the tiredness of her body finally succumbing to sleep. As she slept, the eyes of her Professor appeared.
Intense. His gaze is intense.
It’s also attentive. By now, she was sure he’d memorized every subtle detail of her face. Images from earlier appeared. She took note of the way he leaned in towards her, like he wanted to smell her perfume. Juicy Rose, Black Cherry Liquor, Moss Accord. He wanted to be swept up in it. The tops of her breasts peeking through the soapy surface moved up and down with her sleeping breath.
For a while, Aaliyah caught on to the Professor checking her out. It wasn’t obvious to her at first, but she caught on to how he would position himself directly in front of his desk, exactly within her line of vision. If he focused forward, she would meet his gaze straight away. He made it a point to allow those striking eyes to linger on her for a beat longer. She’d walk out of that classroom on Wednesdays and Fridays knowing he was watching her. She’d caught him staring at her ass through the reflective glass of the lecture hall door.
She honestly hadn’t expected him to approach her. For a while, he’d just admired from afar. Most men do. The boldest a man ever got with Aaliyah was when she’d worked at Crazy Horse. Plenty of men there would ask her out. She’d even received flowers and gifts. At one point she had a stalker. Professor Richmond; Terry was different. She’d read many smutty stories about forbidden flings with a Professor. She’d save her fantasies for that.
Ding Ding Ding
Aaliyah’s eyes snapped open and with a long yawn she stopped the timer on her phone. She reached out for her mug and gulped down the warm tea. It should help put her to sleep. After bathing, she did all her necessary nightly routines before slipping on an oversized T-shirt that dangled from one shoulder. Aaliyah put on YouTube for background noise while opening her laptop to finish editing. Her eyes took note of the time.
11:30 pm.
She pushed her laptop forward and positioned herself onto her stomach, moving her hips from side to side and absentmindedly swinging her legs. Why couldn’t she shake the Professor from her mind?
Sent!
One assignment down, more to go.
Curiosity got the best of her. She started doing some digging. Aaliyah took to social media to find him. It wasn’t hard. She studied his LinkedIn.
PhD in Psychology. Fluent in French. Ex Marine.
From her place in class, he appeared shorter. Today however, when he walked up to her, he was massive. The same smirk he held in the picture she was currently staring at is the same he gave her before taking a seat.
Her body hummed with desire. This man is FIONE.
It wasn’t just the eyes. His entire face was just…
Aaliyah went down a rabbit hole of stalking. She found his Facebook and his Instagram both accounts were private, and she wasn’t about to follow him. That was a big no–no. This man could be hiding a wife. He could have kids. He could be crazy. All three of which she experienced with previous men. Aaliyah stopped herself before she could even go further.
But those lips…his voice…that body…
She wanted to see it…
Buzz Buzz
“Keisha…shit.”
Keisha: 👀👀
Fuck it. She already had her mind made up earlier. If she could leave that gig tomorrow night with two grand or more…she wasn’t going to pass up on that.
Aaliyah: I’m in 😈
Now, it was just a matter of figuring out what she was going to wear.
——
“Why is it so cold out here…”
Aaliyah followed closely behind Keisha inside of the Fire Station. She could hear the distant voices of the riled up men below. They entered a locker room, the lingering smell of smoke wafting from uniforms that hung from compartments burning her nose. Aaliyah cast wary eyes around her, making sure it was safe to take off her black, body con dress.
Keisha didn’t waste time stripping down to her very revealing monokini. The thin straps failed to hide her wide, brown areolas. That ass was rotund and sitting up like a shelf. You could sit a cup on that ass. Keisha wore her hair in two space buns with bangs. Her deep brown skin shimmered with gold–tinted body glow. The eight–inch heels on her feet made her six feet tall.
“They’re already in rare form and we ain’t even get started yet.” Keisha spoke with excitement.
“How many we expecting?” Aaliyah asked.
“About twenty. Why? You nervous?”
“No. I just want to know what I’m walking into.”
Aaliyah slipped out of her dress, the Wonder Woman two–piece she wore making her look edible. She wore gold six–inch pleasure heels to match. The low ambience of the locker room made the glitter on her skin stand out. She did a slow turn, Keisha nodding her head in approval.
“Looking real good. They’re gonna love you. Tip you off real good, bitch.”
“They better,” Aaliyah flashed Keisha a lustrous smile, “When do we go?”
Petey Pablo Freek–A–Leek started playing. The deep base of the southern banger from the early 00s vibrated the floors. Aaliyah locked eyes with Keisha.
“That’s our queue. You ready?”
Aaliyah flipped her hair over her shoulders and exhaled a shaky breath.
“Let’s do this shit.”
“Well already then…”
Keisha slipped past Aaliyah to lead the way, popping her on the ass for good measure. Something they did often back at Crazy Horse before working the floor and the pole. It was a way of saying, ‘break a leg’.
Aaliyah strutted towards a set of red spiral stairs. She allowed the music to flood her mind, putting her in the proper head space. She could do this. She’d done this many times before. A wolf whistle from a firefighter below gave her stomach a little flutter.
“Wooooweeeee!”
“Dayum! This what we got tonight, boys?!”
“Keisha!”
Keisha worked her way down the spiral staircase. She held a big smile on her face, teasing the men with a wink and a bounce of her big titties. They cheered and didn’t waste time throwing cash.
“Take your time wit’ it motherfucka’s we got all night!”
She looked up at Aaliyah and elevated a brow, her way of saying, Bitch! Let’s get to it!
Aaliyah shook off her nerves and descended the staircase, another massive uproar filling the room.
“Holy shit…”
“Fuck! She’s a baddie!”
“Look at that ass…”
“Hey, baby!”
Aaliyah scanned the room full of rowdy men pumped with testosterone and arousal. They each wore Baton Rouge Fire Emblems across their navy blue t-shirts. Black and white men. She could smell beer and liquor in the air with a hint of cigarette smoke. She noticed parked fire trucks and two gold poles. The poles they used to swing down during an emergency.
She worked her charm, flicking her jeweled tongue and biting her lip.
“Hi, boys…”
The seductive power she possessed put them all in a trance. The sound of heels against the concrete floor added to the desire. She moved around the men with confidence, eyeing them up and down while touching her body, focusing on her assets that earned her cash.
“Big fine woman…”
She looked up into the eyes of a carob–skinned man with a burly body. He looked like those men from the Jabari Tribe in Black Panther.
Aaliyah took advantage of that, arching her back and bouncing her ass on his crotch. Shouts and grunts filled the room.
“Damn…look at that pussy from the back…look at the way it’s sitting…”
“You like the way this pussy look, huh, baby?”
Aaliyah folded herself forward, trailing a finger over her covered pussy through her bikini bottom. A hefty chunk of cash smacked against her cheeks before raining down on her from above. She took it up a notch, grabbing her ankles and making that ass move from left to right.
Keisha was already on the pole, the straps to her monokini down and her titties bared for them all to see. Aaliyah felt a few bills being slipped into her blinki, and she looked back at the man that did it with low, wanton eyes.
“Gorgeous baby…what they call you?”
“Liyah Allure…”
“I want you.”
“You know to pay for what you want, right?”
Aaliyah flashed her titties before covering herself back up. That had them losing their damn minds. She slithered her way towards the second pole. It wasn’t exactly the pole she remembered, but it would do for this occasion. She did a back hook spin into a fireman spin. Some Three Six Mafia song started playing and Aaliyah went harder.
Green cascaded over her body while she popped ass and showed out. She locked eyes with Keisha, the exhilaration flowing between them like electricity.
Aerial Invert
Fan Kick
Drop Into A Split.
Aaliyah pulled out all her tricks and worked up a sweat. After doing her thing on the pole, she gave personal lap dances and even entertained face sitting on a timid firefighter while he was on his back. She crouched down over his face and started bouncing over him like she was riding a dick. She laughed and her eyes noticed a large wet spot in the front of his pants.
This man came on himself.
“I can smell her pussy! So good!” He shouted weakly.
Aaliyah missed the thrill.
They wouldn’t stop giving her money.
“Can I smell your perfume?”
*Tip*
“Show me those perfect, brown titties.”
*Tip*
“Put my face in it!”
*Tip*
They worked that room for two hours and then called it a night. After getting dressed, Aaliyah pinned up her sweated–out tresses and secured her bag. She’d just finished rubber banning the last of her money she’d split with Keisha. Keisha dropped her off, both of them cracking up and doubling over with laughter in her Hellcat.
“Bitch! That was so much damn fun!” Aaliyah said.
“I told you! This is where it’s at, girl. They loved you. I knew they would love you.”
“It felt so good being on the pole again.” Aaliyah smiled.
“Make sure you count that cash and let me know how much you made tonight. Until next time?”
Keisha wagged her brows at Aaliyah playfully. She giggled at her friend, opening her door to leave.
“When is next time?”
Keisha grinned.
“Next week. I got a bachelor party lined up. A fine ass groom. I got Diamond and Precious coming too. That’s gonna be wild…all black men…so you know…”
Keisha twirled a bottle of water in her lap to mimick a well–hung dick. Aaliyah threw her head back and laughed hard.
“Bitch! I’m not playing with you.” Aaliyah spoke between giggles.
“You down? We both know you want to…might as well say yes.”
“FUCK. YES. I’m in there. You picking me up?”
“Yeah I gotchu, Li–Li. Listen, we can’t be late for this, okay? You gotta be ready by eight. No later.”
“Okay. I’ll be in my best and ready to shake ass. I promise.”
Keisha pulled Aaliyah into a tight embrace and watched her enter her home before pulling off.
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