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She quickly began to pick up her things, grabbing her purse as she tried to walk toward the living room to leave his apartment. He quickly stepped in front of her, grabbing her by her arms as he spoke, “Please...I know I should have told you that I slept with India and that she’s your best friend but I wanted to talk to her first. I wanted to find a way for us to tell her so she would not find out like this...please don’t mess this up here!”
She strolled out the door, slamming it behind her. She ran down the hall crying and finally stopped at the door leading to the parking lot. She stepped back against the wall, sliding down slowly as the tears ran down her face like a waterfall. She really felt used. In the beginning, she was the one who was going behind her friend back with a man that she had been interested in. First rule of the player’s handbook is never play with your friend’s toys unless you have permission! She was played.
She looked at India and then back at Travis as she replied, “I was extremely happy with parts of the deal, but the part that I don’t agree with is you trying to swindle money from me that is supposed to go to your company!”
She dropped a stack of photos of herself with numerous sexual partners doing numerous sexually explicit acts. Travis and India looked at the photos and India found several with her in them doing everything under the sun.
India looked at her and then at Travis and responded, “Where did these photos come from Travis...tell me you’re not part of this?”
Lady Davenport sat down in her leather chair as she replied, This packet was intercepted at the air carrier office by one of my assistants yesterday...it was on its way to the United States and it was addressed to your corporation.” “The clerk at the carrier officer said that you Mr. St. Croix were the one who requested that this particular packet be sent.”
As she hung up the phone, she remembered that Lady Davenport wanted her to meet her at the party as well. She thought, “I will meet her but I’m spending the night with Jacques. She quickly strolled into the bedroom, removed all of her clothes, and then strolled into the bathroom to start the shower. As she stepped into the hot running water, she allowed her hair to get wet as the water sprayed down her sexy physique. As she began to lather her sexy curvy legs she thought, “I’ve got to get Lady Davenport to help me to get out of this mess...but I’d have to take the position...what do I do?”
India made it there a little early to the party as she slowly stepped into the extremely exquisite beach mansion. The place was immaculate as the cool Caribbean air and the sound of the ocean waves mingle in with the smooth jazz playing in the ambiance. India searched around to see if Danika or Travis had made it there but she did not see them anywhere. She thought, “I hope that Jacques get here so we can go walk the beach.” Before she could make her way into the main ballroom, Lady Davenport strolled into the foyer seeing her standing there waiting. India turned around slowly as their eyes made direct contact. When India saw her she immediately thought in her mind, “Damn...I was hoping to see her much later...not now...damn here she comes!”
Lady Davenport looked down at her lips, which were juicy like her own, but painted a bright red. She notices India's red parted lips. Her eyes flickered back and forth from the brown eyes to those lips. Her head did a little jerk forward, tilting... then paused to look into her eyes again. Suddenly, she dove in. India felt the sharp intake of breath in Lady Davenport's chest before she felt her lips. Her kiss was soft, tentative. She just wanted to... to feel them. She barely tugged her juicy lower lip between hers and her tongue was just moving forward for a sweep across them, to taste, when Lady Davenport jerked herself away. India braced herself for whatever expression of disgust, anger, shock that would greet her. India lowered her eyes and dragged them up slowly to look at Lady Davenport. She stared at her, strangely.
Lady Davenport's hands had quickly wrapped around India’s, sliding briefly over the rounded bottom inside her sundress. She stroked her back up to top, tugging the fabric away from the wet skin to run her fingers along it. India pressed her knee in deeper between the legs, forcing them to part, and rose up to meet the sweltering heat between them. She pulled back just to suck Lady Davenport's lower lip and then she tilted her head back the other way to push her tongue in deeper, longing to swallow her whole. However, she pulled away again, eyes flickering from side to side. India had not even noticed the people around her, of whom some had stopped their talking to watch. Lady Davenport gave them a hard stare back and grabbed India’s hand, heading for the restrooms. The chatter in the restroom was as blinding loud as the music outside. Lady Davenport headed straight for an unoccupied stall toward the back. Pulling India in with her she had to do some climbing get her legs around the toi
“Yeah...I know that...but that’s the way it gotta go...it can’t look like I was part of setting her up...besides she should have listened to me and it wouldn’t have to come to this shit!”
As soon as India and Jacques made it to the totally nude section of the beach, they quickly checked their clothes and strolled down toward a heavily secluded area. The sun had already begun to set for several hours as the moon lit sky reflected a sensuous glow on them. She stood looking at him in front of her. He was tall, and he had deep blue green eyes that begged her attention. His curly black hair implored her to run her fingers through it, but she just stood, motionless, waiting for his lips to move.
Danika smiled as she replied, “So, I guess you sleeping with me the other night was all part of the plan too, huh?”
After about forty minutes, Marc pulled up in front of Ursula’s apartment complex. He parked the car and quickly strolled around toward the passenger side of the vehicle to open her door. As he opened the door, he noticed that Ursula was still mumbling gibberish that did not make any sense as he sighed heavily and then unfastened her seat belt. He quickly noticed that she was in no shape to walk up to her apartment so he immediately picked her up and slammed the door with his leg. As he strolled toward the apartment building, Ursula began to giggle as if her husband was taking her over the threshold on their wedding night. He looked down at her suddenly realizing that this was the first time that he had ever been this close to her. He observed her pearly white skin and her blonde hair that was now covering her left cheek. He thought as he got to the foyer of the building, “She ain’t half bad...she just needs to find someone for herself!”
Finally, Marc got Ursula to her apartment door. He put her down to get her to stand on her feet and then he asked, “Do you have your key?”
He gazed down at her as he noticed that her nipples were now protruding through her sheer blouse, which made him, began to sweat. He slowly squeezed her nipple as she requested and she closed her eyes so she could tune into his touch. He had to admit to himself that her breast was feeling good as he suddenly realized that he had never been inside a white woman before. As the thought dwelled in his mind for a brief minute, he quickly pulled his hand out of her blouse as he thought about what he was doing. He quickly regrouped and stuck the key into the door lock, twisted it, to unlock the door. What happened next took him by surprise as the door opened wide; she immediately reached up and kissed him. As she kissed him, he did not return the kiss as she continues to pull him into her apartment. He looked down at her and says, “Why are you doing this Ursula...you know how I feel!”
He grabbed her slightly pushing her into the apartment and closing the door behind him. She tried to kiss him again but he refused as he tried to get her to go into the bedroom to lie down. She continued to pursue him as she took off her blouse exposing her large mammaries to him. He stood there for a brief moment as he gazed at her creamy white breasts and her pick hard nipples. As he tried to stay focused on what he was doing , he quickly grabbed the folded blanket that was lying on the end of the bed and wrapped it around her, as he said, “Ursula...please get a hold of you...stop this I say!’
As he pushed the buttons with his thumbs, he felt a slight tug as the latches holding the attaché case closed suddenly released, opening the case. He quickly opened his eyes as he pushed open the case and searched the contents. He moved around the papers that were covering a large brown packet. As he moved the papers around, he carefully took the packet out of the case and observed it. He sighed as he whispered in a low breath, “Whatever’s in this packet...I know India is not part of it!”
He unhurriedly opened the packet, slowly pulling out the contents within as he whispered again, “Whatever’s in this packet...I know India is not part of it!”
He commenced to filter through the papers until he came across some photos, which were of India, and several different sexual partners having some alluring and detailed sex. Marc was devastated as he flipped through the photos. He tried extremely hard to refute the images that he saw in those photos as he tried to disbelieve that India would be part of a conspiracy to embezzle millions from the corporation to fund an explicit sexual pleasure ring. He was completely distraught as he put the contents back into the packet, placing back in her attaché case. One thing he did notice was the facial features on the photos of India was a little distorted which left him to believe that it was possibility that she could be caught in the middle of a set-up scandal. He strolled toward the door as he thought, “I’ve got to find out more about this...It really doesn’t make sense...I just don’t believe India could do something like this!” “I’m gonna find out one way or another...who’s behind this shit
Several hours later India was standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to open as she thought about Whitney. She knew that she was about to go back home and she wanted to thank her for all she had done to keep her secret in the closet. As the elevators doors opened, several members of the Bahamian Police Department stopped her as she stepped out of the elevator. Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to find out what had happened down the hall. After she and several other guests were told to stay behind, the now stretched out “DO NOT CROSS – POLICE tape, she quickly noticed that all the commotion was coming from her friend, Whitney’s suite. Now she was really feeling timorous as she thought, “Should I tell them that I know her or should I just keep my mouth shut?” “What happened down there?”
Marc quickly got up out of his chair and raced to the break room where there was a news flash on the television. He looked up at the screen as he watched the breaking news unfolding. As the newscaster started to report the breaking news: “This is truly a tragic event as the local Bahamian authorities are now investigating the mysterious murder of an African-American female tourist, who was in the country visiting to whom we believe to be a senior executive from the Bluefield Marketing Group; Which is one of America’s top marketing corporations visiting the Bahamas as part of a International Marketing initiative that has been taking place there for the last few months...there is no word on whether this senior executive is involved with the death of this young woman; whose name has not been identified as of yet.” “We have not received any statements from the Corporation at this time and so far according to Police, there are no leads other than their request to converse with the alleged s
Ursula looked at Marc dumbfounded as she replied, “No but I’ve heard that this particular guy has been causing problems for India since she’s been on that assignment...wait is India alright?” “Have you spoken with her?”
She looked down toward the floor as she thought, “Okay Marc but...I really think she’s part of this and I’m gonna prove it!”
India sighed heavily as she began to explain, “Well…I’ve been doing a little freelance call girl stuff in the evenings.” “You know just doing something to keep me busy…I didn’t want to be in a relationship so I thought this was a great way to get laid and to make some money as well, anyway. I was at a corporate convention about four years ago and that is when I first met Travis St. Croix.” “One of the nights there they hosted a masquerade party.” “I was there and Travis was after me the whole night, but he didn’t know it was me because we were wearing costumes and mask.” “Well I guess I had too much to drink and I ended up having sex with him.” “Anyway he tracked me down and put me on this assignment thinking that he could get with me again.” “I told him that he had never been with me and that it was someone else.” “So…I had my friend, Whitney to come down here to sleep with him, making him think it was me so I could walk in, catch them and then he would think that I really was not the
The voice on the other began to chuckle as they replied, “You let me handle Danika…she’ll get what’s coming to her!” “So you fell in love with her…you know this was not part of the damn plan, Marjorie!” “She’s the one who’s supposed to go down for this shit…remembers?”
India smiled slightly and then she responded, “I spoke with Travis this morning and he claims that all of this is some type of set up that involves you…are you part of this con Lady Davenport?” “Are you involved in getting me to take the fall for this scam that he’s taking about?”
Fade to black…Stay tuned Part II coming soon!
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