Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(8)

Fixated on the action just like the men, Kola continually tossed money at them. An hour had passed, and she was on her third drink. Feeling tipsy and horny, she looked around for Kandy and spotted the thick, bootylicious, brown-skinned shorty giving someone a lap dance in a nearby corner. Kola kept her eyes keenly on Kandy, admiring her thick physique and sexy swag.

Kola was loose like her mother, having quickly adopted her promiscuous ways. She loved action. She’d lost her virginity to Mike-Mike at thirteen, and from there on, sex was her playground. It was her world to explore and enjoy—mostly with men, but sprinkled with a few women if they were cute and sexy like her. She and Mike-Mike would frequent certain strip clubs looking for the right ladies to get up with. They had an agenda and wanted to get things in motion before summer’s end.

Kola wanted out of her mother’s place and was willing to do whatever it took. Even though she and her mother were alike in many respects, sometimes they bumped heads. She couldn’t understand why her mom was always tripping. She thought it was hate, coming from her moms. Kola had her youth, and her mother didn’t. Her mother still possessed her beauty, but Denise didn’t have that hustle like Kola, who knew those welfare schemes were getting old. There wasn’t any real money behind a government check, and Kola wasn’t about to get pregnant by some nigga and lose her dynamite shape just to hit a nigga up for child support. It wasn’t happening.

Though she and Apple were cool sometimes, Kola felt that Apple was just too chill, reserved, and maybe even looked down on her. Kola was a freak, but she was about herself and ready to make it happen in any way possible. In Kola’s mind, Apple was lazy. She was one step away from getting knocked up by some loser and living off welfare checks just like Denise. Kola wanted more. She and Mike-Mike had devised a scheme to get money, and they were ready to put their plan in motion as soon as they chose the right girls to participate.

Kola tapped Mike-Mike on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “I’m ready to do this. I wanna f-uck wit’ her.” She pointed over to Kandy.

Mike-Mike smiled. “Nice.” He downed his shot of Henny and said, “Whenever you ready.”

Kola got up and walked over to Kandy. She watched Kandy grind against the young man’s hard-on, her legs spread across his lap. She loved the way Kandy leaned back into the dude, her back pushed against his chest as he cupped her tits, and her arm wrapped around him for control, her fat ass parked in his lap like a root.

Kandy was naked in his grip, feeling the guy’s hard dick pushing through his jeans. When she looked up and noticed Kola staring at her, she displayed a lustful smile. Kandy licked her lips and continued to toy with the young client.

The feel of her soft buttery skin and juicy pu-ssy had him wide open. He moaned in her ear, “Damn, ma! You got a nigga wanting to f-uck right now.”

“You gotta pay to play,” she replied.

Kola enjoyed the show that Kandy had put on and felt the urges between her legs. When the two women locked eyes, Kandy immediately knew what the look was about. It was one she was familiar with. She quickly finished up her lap dance; making him grunt and moan then collected her money after rising up from the rigid dick that was pushing against her butt while pleasing him. Kandy excited the young dude to the point where he had to get up and rush to the bathroom. She smiled at her effect on him.

“That was nice,” Kola stated.

“You like that?” Kandy teased.

“I did. But, me and my friend, we’re ready to pay to play wit’ you,” Kola told her. “How much?”

Kandy stared at Kola’s beauty, admiring the stunning young girl from head to toe, and uttered, “Two hundred.”

“Cool, let’s go,” Kola said.

Kandy smiled and picked up her things. Sweaty and naked in her clear six-inch stilettos, she followed behind Kola. Mike-Mike met the girls at the entrance to the long hallway that led to one of the four VIP rooms. He slipped the security a fifty-dollar bill for the room and followed behind the two women.

Kandy led them into a dimmed room, which was sparsely decorated with a long leather couch and a folding chair. The room was a reasonable size for sex or other pleasures, with the burning incense masking any bad smell from previous use of the room.

Mike-Mike closed the door behind him, ready to f-uck and get some head.

Kandy waited for her payment, which came from Mike-Mike. He pulled out a wad of bills and passed Kandy two hundred dollars in twenties. Liking the attraction, Kandy smiled, and the trio wasted no time.

“How you want it?” Kandy asked.

“Us first; he can watch,” Kola instructed.

Again, Kandy smiled. She walked up to Kola and placed her hands on her hips. She neared her face toward Kola’s and then glanced over at Mike-Mike, who was seated in the folding chair and watching the two intensely.

Kandy slowly began to lift Kola’s short skirt up, exposing the pink-and-white panties she had on. Kandy then removed them with a smile and care, having Kola step out of them and show off her trimmed pu-ssy hairs. Kola’s rich light-brown skin was soft like silk, and Kandy touched her in admiration. Kandy gradually moved her hand up Kola’s smooth thighs, grabbed her throbbing pu-ssy, and began finger-f*cking her slowly and deliberately.

Kola let out a pleasing moan and clenched her walls around Kandy’s fingers, and as the two kissed excitedly, she felt Kandy’s finger pushing deeper into her.