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“Damn, he has a nice ass,” Persia says, leaning in and lowering her voice while fanning herself. “I’d like to clamp my legs around his waist and dig my nails deep into that plump, golden-brown booty.”
“And I’d like to suck the skin off his dick,” I say, seductively licking my lips at the thought of being down on my knees sucking him senseless. “I bet he has some real good dick, too.”
“Mmmp, mmph, mmph,” Persia says, patting her chest, “there’s nothing like some good ole juicy, Bajan cock.”
An older gentleman wearing a Yankees fitted overhears us and smiles, shaking his head. Persia shoots him a look, and he turns his nosey ass back around. We keep on talking as if we’re the only three in the restaurant.
“Yeah, but he looks too damn young,” Paris offers thoughtfully.
“Chile, please,” I say, flicking my wrist at her. “As long as he’s over twenty-one, is single, and ain’t packin’ a little-ass dick, he can get it.” We give each other high-fives, laughing.
“I know that’s right,” Persia agrees. Truth is our rules are simple. Any man we fuck has to be: one, single. Now we’ll share a man amongst ourselves, but we ain’t sharing another bitch’s man; two, willing to fuck all three of us either together, or separately; preferably with us in the same room since that?
??s what turns us on the most; three: he must be over the age of twenty-one; four, he must be able to nut more than one round; and, five: be open and honest about his sexual desires. If his ass can’t be honest about what it is he wants and craves, then he’s probably going to have a hard time being honest about other shit in his life.
“You ladies need a few more minutes, or are you ready to order?” our waiter asks.
“Is your family from the Caribbean?” I ask, allowing my eyes to roam the length of his body. I clasp my hands in front of me. He says he’s from Saint Lucia. I smile, imagining him standing here naked with his long West Indian cock dangling in front of him, eager to be sucked. Shit, in my head, he’s lying naked up on this table and I am drizzling warm maple syrup all over his nipples, down the center of his chest, and all over his dick and balls. My sisters and I take turns licking every inch of his sticky body, then mount his cock and face, and fuck him senseless.
“Ooooh, we love Saint Lucia,” Persia coos, snapping me out of my mini-daze. “So, tell me, Royce from Saint Lucia, how old are you?” She’s eyeing him like he’s a thick, slab of juicy baby back ribs. She licks her lips.
“Twenty-three,” he says, rubbing his dimpled chin.
“You involved with anyone?” I ask.
“Nah, not at the moment.”
Persia grins. “Well, in that case,” she says flirtatiously, “we’ll have you to go.”
He laughs.
“I’m dead serious,” Persia says, tilting her head. She keeps her gaze locked on his. “Have you ever fantasized about being in a foursome?”
He shakes his head, blushing and visibly caught off-guard, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He nervously glances around the restaurant to make sure no one is hearing this. But, of course, the nosey-ass fart across from us has his hairy ears all pressed into our conversation, ear-hustling.
“Oh, that’s okay. You probably couldn’t handle us, anyway. We’d eat you alive, baby.” Persia and I laugh.
Paris sucks her teeth. “Listen, ignore her. I’ll have French toast, scrambled eggs, hard, with cheddar cheese, and grits.”
“Okay,” he says, sounding relieved. He looks over at me. “Do you need more time?”
“Give me the same,” I add. Persia rolls her eyes and orders pancakes and a vegetable and cheese omelet. When Royce returns with our food, Persia starts in on him again.
She reaches over and touches his arm. “Do you think we’re sexy?”
He nods, grinning. “Hellzz yeah,” he snaps excitedly before catching himself. He looks around the restaurant to make sure no one overheard him. Of course, the two nosey bitches sitting at the table next to us glance over at us.
Persia motions with her finger for him to lean in to her. She lightly blows into his ear, speaks to him in a low, seductive tone. “And we have real good pussy, baby. Imagine the three of us without clothes on, stretched out on a bed butt-naked, legs spread wide, mouths open, tongues wagging—all waiting on you. For you to experience anything you’ve ever wanted to experience. Do you think you ready for something like that?”
He smiles uneasily, taking the three of us in. I smile at him. Paris stays focused on her meal as if she’s not hearing any of this. His face becomes flush from shock and nervousness. For a moment, I think he’s about to break out in a sweat. Although he tries to play it cool, Persia has put him on the spot. Something she enjoys doing to men.
“Listen,” Persia continues, deciding to let him off the hook. “How about you slide us your number when you bring us our bill? Then we can talk more privately.”
“Cool-cool,” he says, grinning. “I gotta handle the rest of my customers, but definitely will.”
“Make sure you do,” she says, smiling at him. He turns to walk off and bumps into the back of someone’s chair. We watch him walk off, chuckling. “You see his sexy ass grinning like he hit the damn Jersey Lotto?” Paris eyes her. She shrugs. “What?”
Paris huffs. “Just once do you think we can go out without you recruiting or tryna round up the next batch of dick? Damn.”
