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“What you over there grunting about?”
She swallowed, then obliged him with a scowl of her own. This motherfucker really knows how to fuck up a wet dream. “Nothing.”
Isaiah cocked a brow. “Oh a’ight. For a minute there, it sounded like you were taking a shit,” he stage-whispered.
LaQuandra rolled her eyes. Although she knew Isaiah was half-joking, she found no humor in his remark. Smart-ass. Before she had a chance to respond back, the lights dimmed and the circular stage wrapped in thick velvet began to slowly spin.
“. . . so sit back, relax,” the sultry MC continued over the music, “and indulge your senses in the underwater world of erotica.”
Krista shifted in her seat as her gaze swept around the mini-arena. She found herself surrounded by half-naked women—they were everywhere; suddenly, she felt like she’d been the only one who’d gotten the memo on how to dress appropriately.
She rolled her eyes up in her head, but then smiled when Kendall reached for her hand. He leaned in to her, and then he whispered, “You know I can’t wait to get you back to our villa, right?” He took her hand and discreetly placed it over the lump in his pants.
Krista swallowed. She was tempted to squeeze him there, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not here.
FKA twigs’ “Ache” eased out of the speakers and then the curtains along the walls slowly slid open.
Gasps could be heard as the entire room transformed into one enormous aquarium filled with some of the South Pacific’s most beautiful coral reefs and fish.
They were surrounded by water.
Inside the massive glass walls were six large glass-like boxes equally spaced a part suspended in the water in front of them, giving the illusion that they were floating beneath the sea.
Within each box were human statues.
Sculpted.
Voluptuous.
An erotic assortment of chocolate bodies airbrushed in shimmering gold paint.
All in various tantric poses.
Naked.
Wearing elaborate facemasks.
Krista’s body stiffened. She clutched the armrests on either side of her seat, and nearly hyperventilated, while Brenda leaned forward, her gaze filled with hunger.
LaQuandra pressed her legs together.
Suddenly, she wished she’d worn a panty liner.
Sixteen
“Mm. Pacify . . . clarify our love . . .”
Brenda found herself becoming entranced by the sensual melody seeping through the speakers. She wasn’t familiar with the artist, but she was enjoying the vibe. FKA twigs was once again luring listeners in with her sultry beats and seductive voice as she moaned and asked for papi to pacify their love, to tell her she was the only one.
As she moaned out mm . . . mm . . . mm . . . the curtain covering the ginormous glass cylinder in the middle of the room slowly retracted.
The already dimmed lights went dimmer; leaving the room alit by only the fluorescent lights inside the large aquarium. The encased human statues suspended in the water nearly glowed. And then slowly they moved, changing positions, hard dicks sliding out of clenching slits, then sliding back in. And then they froze again.
Brenda bit her bottom lip as she glanced up at the erotic sight. She didn’t know whether to look up at one of the large LED monitors that captured everything or keep staring straight ahead. So she did both, her gaze going from the monitors to the glass wall, wondering how the hell they—those human statues—could stay in that position, dicks wedged inside wet pussy—and not thrust.
How could they not fuck?
She’d be crazy, wild with lust, raking her nails over the globes of his ass as she ground her pelvis, trying to fuck herself on his impaled dick.
