It’s been a productive day, despite failing to fall asleep before 4am last night/this morning. Woke up naked around 12pm with a job to do. Threw on some blue extra low rise bikini Victoria’s Secret panties & a small, soft, dark grey A/X tshirt, no bra. My favorite internet hustler is over, & we’re working on finishing up the latest product he’s about to launch. I’ve done the graphics & have started the tedious process of editing his eBook. I still have about 50 pages to go, & I know it’s gonna take me hours, & that I won’t stop until it’s done.

 

Next thing I know, it’s almost 8pm, I’ve half-watched 2.75 movies on Comedy Central, finished editing homie’s eBook & I’m getting hungry. I have no intention of cooking tonight so I shuffle through the pile of delivery joint brochures on the counter until I find the one for the good Chinese place that always tries to hassle me about paying by credit card. Yes, I’m the fucking cardholder. Yes, I’ll show the card & my ID to the delivery guy. (This is a lie; the delivery guys never, ever ask to see my ID. Their secret is safe with me.) I want chopsticks. I repeat this at some point during the phone call at least twice & am told “I know, I wrote it down.” This gives us room to be pissed later if/when they don’t give us chopsticks. By the way, where I’m from you can get big packs of chopsticks at pretty much any store. Not Vegas. So I can almost kind of see why they value their chopsticks so highly & don’t cast them before swine. The guy on the phone sounds happy to be talking to me, which is cool because I was mildly dreading dealing with the usual lady that hassles me every time with the same shit about paying by credit card.

 

I hang up laughing, feeling good that food is on the way & I don’t have to cook, and somewhat chang (I’m part Chinese too so it’s ok) about spending like $26 (with tip) on one meal for two people. I drink some water, chill out for a little while, interested in the movie that’s on, & then remember that I’ll have to answer the door soon, so I put on some short ripped denim shorts. Soon, there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey.”

 

“Hey.”

 

A young 20-something clean cut, vaguely emo guy hands me the plain white plastic bag of food & I hand him my credit card. He fumbles with the receipts & card as I set the bag on the coffee table & think to myself, He’s pretty cute for an asian dude. He hands me a credit card slip taped to a pink receipt, along with a black ballpoint pen. I start writing 3.00 on the tip line, holding it up against the open door jamb. His pen does nothing but leave little imprints of what I’ve written on the paper, so I turn around & look for my pen that I know is most likely on the TV stand. I find it & with my back turned to the delivery guy, I bend over & fill out the slip on the coffee table. I wonder if he’s checking out my ass & if it looks good or not. He says, “My pen’s not working?” & I say “Nah, it’s not working..” & when I turn back around to hand him the papers & pen, I notice that my homie has gone outside to smoke on a black & is turned around watching us. He looks amused but I think he’s probably just happy that the food is here. The delivery guy hands me my card back & says “Thanks,” & I also say “Thanks” & close the door.

 

I put the card & my copy of the receipt on the coffee table, look around for a lighter that I  already know is outside, pick up a matchbook instead & spark up the blunt of synthetic weed (damiana sprayed with THC) so I can enjoy my food high. A couple seconds later, homie comes back inside smiling & says, “When you were bending over the coffee table, he was checking your ass out so hard. haha…”

 

“He was? haha..” I’m already taking my shorts off because my reason for putting them on has come & gone.

 

“Yeah, he was checking your ass out & smiling.. I was over there by the desk & saw him, he saw me & I smiled & nodded at him like ‘yeah’ … & he nodded & kept checking out your ass & smiling..”

 

“hahaha… That’s awesome.”

 

“I been with hot chicks before but I never been with a hot exotic chick before…”

 

He starts reminiscing about this past Halloween on Fremont street & all the tourists that kept snapping pictures of me, & we’re both laughing about it.

 

We eat our food & it’s fuckin good. I got General Tsao’s chicken & he’s munching on Mongolian beef. I’m still paying attention to the movie on TV & he’s doing some internet hustler stuff with somebody over Skype.

 

More chilling, more smoking on damiana & we’re feeling good. I have my Bose earphones plugged into my iPhone & I’m vibing on some Breathe Carolina that I torrented last night, feeling freaky as usual. My back is kinda hurting from sitting here editing that eBook all day so I’m thinking about seeing if homie can pop it when he comes back in from that black & that Don Q 80 proof rum. I’m fucking around online a bit, checking out my sites & social networking shit, glancing at the lit muted TV every now & then. I turned on CC only to turn it off again, because words on the screen can’t go unread & it’s distracting me from doing nothing.

 

I figure I can feel even better by getting a shower & chilling out in something sexy, so I do that. Clean & hot out the shower, I rub myself down with some shea & cocoa butter, which I do pretty much everywhere except maybe Hawaii, cause it’s humid enough there not to. I put on a lacy black bra & matching thong, put on some of the peppermint damiana lip gloss I got at the sex shop down the street & resume my position on the couch, earphones in, blunt in hand & feeling fantastic. Homie’s jaw drops, eyes wide & he makes some comment about my hotness which I can’t hear over the electronic rock in my ears.

 

 

A song fades out & before the next can fade in, I hear a knock at the door. Wtf? A quick glance at the upper right corner of my MacBook Pro screen & I know it’s just after midnight. Homie’s looking at me confused & goes to the door. He cracks it open & there’s our Chinese delivery guy, grinning wide, half-shrugging with a bottle in each hand. One is a blue bottle of Skyy vodka & the other is a 20oz plastic bottle of Sprite.

 

Haha, alright…

 

Homie takes the bottle of Skyy out of the guy’s right hand to give him a shake/bump, laughing. He turns back to look at me, shrugging, silently asking if I want the guy to come in or not. I’m laughing & smiling & get up from the couch. The guy’s jaw drops a bit as I move towards the door. What I have on leads little to the imagination. Homie lets me handle it & goes back to his computer. I pull the guy inside by the wrist, close & lock the door. He’s breathing deep & I’m smirking. My right, freshly manicured hand finds the back of his neck & I meet him halfway for a kiss that heats up fast. His mouth is clean & his smooth, slippery tongue quivers excitedly in my mouth. When I pull away, he’s licking his lips as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

 

I get some cups & he takes a seat on the couch. We all pour ourselves a drink & cheers to nothing in particular. It’s quiet in the place because we’ve both been listening to our music. I set my MacBook on the TV stand & let one of my playlists shuffle on. Homie’s back in his own world making money online. The guy introduces himself & attempts to make small talk before I cut him off by sucking his tongue into my mouth again. He’s visibly surprised but going with it. The lights are dim but he’s taking me in, moving his hands over my tattoos as if I’m a masterpiece in a museum & he’s allowed to touch me for a brief moment. Every time he smiles shyly I want to kiss him again, & I do.

 

Now I’m straddling him on the couch & his tongue is playing with mine. I’m pulling at his hair & his hands are firmly grabbing & massaging my back & I’m thinking, This guy reads minds. I’m grinding on him, crotch to crotch. I feel his hard dick through his jeans. His kisses get more urgent & I let him take off my skimpy black bra. My bare, perky tits are eye level & he bites his lower lip for a second before softly kissing & sucking the left one. I stretch, arch my back & sigh, still playing with his hair & grinding, lap dance style. He’s sucking my tits like a grateful, hungry teenager & I’ve taken his dick out & am playing with it in my hands, still moving over him. We kiss feverishly again, breaking to get him out of his clothes. I turn back to see what homie’s doing. He’s at the desk, head in his hand, watching us with lust in his eyes & lower lip bit.

 

To the delivery guy I say, “He’s first…” & he says “Okay,” reaching for his cup of vodka & sprite & watching my every move.

 

I go to the bedroom & grab a handful of condoms… a few Magnums & some Trojan ultra thins. Homie has been watching me & already has his jeans & underwear around his ankles… long, hard dick in hand. He slips on a Magnum as I pull down my little black lingerie & toss it aside. He’s still sitting at the desk so I place my hips above his lap as if to sit down, & he’s moving his dick around trying to edge into my super tight pussy. The lubrication of the condom helps the process & soon his entire dick is filling me up. I’m holding on to the tops of his thighs & he’s holding on to my tits with both hands. My ass & legs are getting a workout as I make my body jump over his cock. Now he’s pulling my hair, pulling my head back so he can whisper in my ear, “Suck his dick at the same time…”

 

 

The delivery guy has been watching & drinking, hard with anticipation. His smooth, slender, toned body looks inviting in the dim, lusty light. He’s already grabbed & put on one of the ultra thin condoms I brought out, so I walk over to him, bend over, grab his dick & start sucking. Homie is behind me & thrusts his cock in again, sending the guy’s dick down my throat. I kind of like the taste of rubber & I’m sucking on the head like it’s a hard candy treat. He’s running his fingers through my hair behind my ears, flexing his ass muscles & moaning in pleasure as homie continues to fuck me from behind. We’re all moaning & gasping & I know it must sound like an amazing fuck show for anyone listening. The delivery guy throws his head back, face contorting in pleasure & when I pull my mouth away, the tip of his condom is full of something white, nice & warm. Homie bends me over the coffee table. With my hands flat on the table & ass up, he pounds & pounds until I can hardly take it, & he cums. They’re each panting & laughing & taking care of their loaded condoms, & I go to the bed, ready to get mine.

 

I’m laying naked on my back in the dark bedroom. I can hear them excitedly talking about how good it is. I hear homie’s computer keys clicking & then delivery boy’s smiling face appears above mine, & he leans in for a kiss. Our tongues are playing again as he lays down next to me & lets his fingers wander down to my wet clit. He’s gently rubbing my pussy & sucking my tits. He takes a moment to lick my wetness off his finger, smiles & soon is licking away at the top of my pussy. He pulls me down by the hips, positioning me so he can keep tasting me while he’s on his knees, at the edge of the bed. I wrap my legs around his shoulders, close my eyes & visualize his tongue as it flickers around my clit. He buries his face deeper in it. He’s moaning & I’m moaning, & soon the entire bottom half of my body goes tense in pleasure while by back arches & buckles. He doesn’t stop or slow down as I’m cumming, gasping, shuddering & then laughing in ecstasy.

 

He comes up smiling, licking his lips & reaches for the condom I just notice he’s brought with him from the living room. He slips it on his hard, throbbing dick & sticks it in… moving me up the bed in one swift, calculated motion. He fucks me hard & fast, hunching over me so I can hear how hard he’s breathing, taking my one of my tits into his mouth whenever he’s not too overcome with how good it feels to do anything but flex & thrust. He throws my ankles onto his shoulders & continues to go harder & harder, faster & faster until he pulls out, exploding into his condom. He collapses next to me & we lay back smiling.

 

 

Homie comes into the room & asks if we had fun. We both mutter incomprehensible sounds of tired pleasure, indicating that we definitely had fun. I’m laying with my arms crossed over my face, tits to the ceiling & legs still spread. I say “I’m gonna sleep good tonight,” and they agree.

 

A few moments later, Chinese delivery guy is dressed & ready to go, moving my arms from over my face to give me a long kiss goodbye. He & homie fist bump & say “Alright..” on his way out. I hear the door close & lock behind him. I drift off for a second before I feel homie over me, naked & with a raging hard-on already wrapped up. I smile & he hits it again, this time slower. He’s kissing my neck & making sex noises as I tighten my pussy even more around his cock. I wrap my legs around his body & flex my stomach muscles. His thrusts get faster until I’m doing pushups off the headboard to avoid getting a concussion, & he pulls out, filling the top part of his condom with a huge load of cum.

 

He asks me why my pussy is so good. I laugh & shrug. He gives my shoulder a quick kiss & we both drift off to sleep grinning, oblivious of the huge neon sign glowing just outside, its bright light creeping in through the vertical plastic blinds.