Ghetto Girls Too

Eric drove for a few minutes listening over and over to the same beat. He fooled around with the equalizer. Unsatisfied, he shook his head quietly and lit a cigarette. After driving a few more miles, his eyes smiled when he saw a flashing neon lights sign that read, ‘Girls Dancing Nightly’. Eric parked and replaced the gun in the compartment under his seat.

Busta always comes to this spot. Maybe somebody has seen him, Eric thought as he paid the necessary entrance fee and found his way to the bar. He stood and glanced around for any familiar faces. He ordered a double shot of Hennessey and an expensive cigar.

He sat at the bar and downed two more drinks. Eric, cigar between his lips, glanced around the strip club where the waitresses were topless and the dancers got down to skivvies before taking a bow and dismounting the stage. From his vantage point, Eric had a view of the stage but wanted to get closer. He tipped the bartender heavy, and ambled toward the stage where many girls sat at tables designed for couples while others moved around trying to get customers. He searched their faces with quick glances not wanting to attract attention. He did anyway.

“Hi there, handsome. Are you looking for trouble?” they asked giggling. “Don’t tell me you’re not looking because I’m yours only, handsome.” Eric responded the same way each time. He slipped a couple bills in their string bikinis while shaking his head. The girls would smile and moved on. That way they weren’t offended, Eric thought.

He wanted to interact with the girls that Busta frequented. He wondered where they were as he downed another drink. Eric knew he had to talk with Busta before Sophia did. He knew eventually she would contact Busta. He was a long time friend and her client.

Sophia represented Busta’s entertainment company which included a fashionable and trendy nightclub, a soul food restaurant, and management of a couple artists signed to different labels. Eric figured he could tell Busta about the foul up and they could work out a way to correct it like they had done before. He would also remind Busta not to share anything with Sophia. It would kill her to find out what was really going on. He smacked his lips and flung another shot of the cognac down his throat. Eric relished the way the liquid burned the deeper it went. His mind welcomed the relaxing intoxicant.

Eric sat and wondered how to go about searching this place. It could cost a small fortune, he thought. Every so often, he would take a peek at the naked dancers while he sipped. There were men dressed in business suits feeding dollars to the G-stringed dancers. Everywhere he looked, there seemed to be more scantily dressed women roaming around. Some were elegant in sheer negligees while others just let it all hang, nipples and thongs. He was looking for particular faces. They were two of them, Asian types, and Eric knew them only by face.

Two women dressed only in G-strings and boots approached him. As luck would have it, their faces looked familiar. Eric nodded out of courtesy at first but let his eyes wander slowly across their ample breasts. It was a possibility that they may have recently entertained Busta, Eric thought as he made eye contact.

“Nice pair,” Eric said and threw back another double. The drink was his fifth double and its effect was evident. He glanced down admiring the way the black thongs cut deep into the ladies asses. Both turned slowly so Eric eyes could feast.

“We’d love to take you into the Champagne Room and show you how much we can really do. It really is double the pleasure,” they said in unison. Smiling the whole time, their hands massaged him around the crotch area. The alcohol was making him feel tipsy so his words slurred when he opened his mouth.

“I’m sure you would,” Eric said and chuckled with the thought that it would be more private and he could ask about Busta without any interruptions. The ladies rubbed themselves as they danced for Eric’s entertainment. He thought of Sophia and what she would say if she found out that he came here to see Busta. She would not believe him. Earlier, she did not believe him when he told her that Lil’ Long’s visit to the apartment was random. All weekend long, she had wanted to know more about everything. Telling her would only involve her further and ruin her career. With so many things on his mind, Eric sought to release himself by watching the ladies grind.

Like wild bulls, his thoughts rushed against the wave of pleasure. It wasn’t going really well in his domestic life. Sophia had started to put too much pressure on the relationship. She just didn’t understand that a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, he thought as he watched the ladies dance with their hands palming and squeezing each other’s ass.

Their eyes were wide and they smiled seductively. They caused electric sparks in the air when they began to kiss each other and Eric felt his pulse rate increasing. He bit his lip and watched them gyrating together. Maybe coming to this place had-n’t been such a good idea. Maybe I should leave before things get out of hand, Eric thought as sweat trickled down his neck and ran down the back of his shirt.

Where was Busta? I’ve got to talk with him before Sophia does. That was his reason for being there but in the end, the shiny bodies of the young ladies writhing together was what kept Eric Ascot glued to his seat.

He swallowed hard when he glimpsed two pair of pink nipples brush against each other. Did these girls even know of Busta’s whereabouts? I know he preferred Orientals, Eric thought as he heard them speak.

With tension mounting in his mind, Eric needed no more convincing and he responded accordingly. Staring at the women’s bodies, Eric could feel the early start of an erection. The ladies saw the glazy look in his eyes and they knew that he wanted them. “And if we’re naughty, you get to spank both of us for free.” They both chuckled and the alcohol wore on Eric making him think of the possibilities. They continued to handle his package, massaging it well until it was swollen and he felt like he was about to blow a gasket.

“Double your pleasure for two hundred dollars. House special, alright?” Eric Ascot had a smashed look on his face and nodded droopily. “You pay credit card or cash?” one of the ladies asked.

The lights went out and the place went pitch black. Eric heard the door shut then blue lights shone. He was now able to see both women again, about five foot two each, one a little darker than the other.

Eric sat and watched, seduced by Asian eyes. His mind lusted as he followed the way their petite and perfectly curved bodies intertwined with each other. Crotches touching, they continued to grind. The music changed to a slow melodic drum beat with accompanying guitar licks and Sade’s rift.

If I tell you, if I tell you now...Will you keep on... Will you keep on loving me? If I tell you, if I tell you how I feel... Will you keep bringing out the best in me? You give me, you’re giving me the sweetest taboo...You give me... You’re giving me the sweetest taboo...You’re too good for me...

The ladies heaved long wavy, black hair across ample breasts as they sinuously and rhythmically undressed each other. They rubbed lustfully on each other’s bodies, groping and fondling as they danced. Buck naked, they moved closer sexily rubbing belly to belly as they gave their best performance.

One’s pubic mound ground slowly into the other’s round ass. They took turns rubbing each other’s derriere and when their nipples touched, it sent electric shocks through the room. Eric, bug-eyed and intoxicated, watched without blinking. He could hardly sit still but he felt the stability of the music.

There’s a quiet storm and it never felt like this before... There’s a quiet storm that is you...There’s a quiet storm and it never felt this hot before...You’re giving me something that’s taboo...

“Ah,” Eric sighed when he felt his pants come unbuttoned as one lady freed herself from the other and was now working on him. He smiled and his breath came in gasps as the other girl continued touching herself.

You give me the sweetest taboo. That’s why I am in love with you...You give me the sweetest taboo you too good for me... You’re just too good for me... I’ll do any thing for you... I’ll stand out in the rain... Anything you want me to do... Don’t let it slip away...

Eric drooled with vulgar desires as he watched the seductive grinding pelvises moving in sync with the licks from the rhythm guitar. Every inch of their bodies were similar in size. Naked, they squirmed, writhed and moaned as the ladies played with themselves.

“Hey, you like? We’re double your fun, mister,” They said getting closer and pulling Eric off his perch. He was too drunk to resist. They started grinding their bodies hard against Eric. Unable to move around too much, Eric held on for support. His hands felt around until he felt soft flesh. Instinctively, he fondled.

After a few minutes of waltzing around and them grinding themselves against him, Eric grew a little dizzy. Both the ladies stuck to his thighs like glue. Eric worked to free himself of their grasp.

“Yeah, that’s more like it. Make it a double Hennessey.” Eric’s slur was noticeably stronger. She took the money and disappeared from the room. Eric was left alone with the other twin. He reached for her and she asked for fifty more dollars.

“How much for both?” Eric asked pulling out another C-note. Just then her partner returned and she whispered something into her ear. She smiled and nodded in agreement then gave Eric two shot glasses and the bottle of liquor. “I only wanted a double but I’ll keep these,” he said taking both glasses.

And so they began. Both girls took a swig of the champagne and allowed the liquid to cascade over each other’s breasts. Eric’s eyes followed the bounce of shiny breasts as the ladies danced. He sat back comfortably in the sofa, closed his eyes, and imagined them attacking him. Their stiff tongues danced all over his body, his neck, his ear, and they licked him down to his fingers. It was a form of relaxation he could appreciate. His imagination raced and there was more.

He attempted to hold on to a nipple then his fingers ran across a shaven mound. Eric could no longer resist when the smooth skin of one of the lady’s ass brushed is arm. His rock hard cock found its way into a warm moist mouth and Eric was in heaven. He was completely drunk and couldn’t stop what was happening. The pleasure was intense as the ladies took turns sucking and twisting his cock and he heard himself moan loudly.

Eric suddenly felt intense cold on his chest. He recovered for a second to see ice cubes in one of the lady’s mouth. He watched as she licked a circle around his nipple. The ice just intensified the sensation. While this was going on, the other sucked his dick and played with his balls. His pleasure was magnified when one of the women slid her tongue in and out of his ear. She licked his temple and her tongue slid back to his nipples. She bit and pinched each to hardness. Eric became unsure about stopping them. Eric kept telling himself that he shouldn’t let it go any further but the erotica had reached such dizzying levels that he couldn’t feign resistance anymore. Eric squirmed and wiggled around so that her mouth would have a better access to the proposed target for more effective sucking. Eric was fully aroused and inebriated. The combined sensations threatened to blow his mind. Eric was in bliss.

“All right, just ask for the Geisha twins in the front and they’ll tell you where we are,” the lady said and slipped a card into his shirt pocket. Eric peeled off another hundred and went back to the bar. There he sat quietly and drank enjoying the show from afar. He stayed in the club until three in the morning. Vowing to himself to come back later, he left and went back to recording studio.