Part IX
Chandrah quietly pulled the door shut behind her as she slipped from the room, casting a quick glance to the bed where Nick and Brian lay in each other’s arms. Their energy spent, they had fallen into a peaceful slumber, and Chandrah didn’t want to wake them just to tell them she was leaving.
Their lovemaking had been sweet and slow, and she felt as if she’d witnessed the beauty of a sunrise in the middle of the night. She’d gotten pages worth of notes, damn good notes, along with a videotape, thanks to Kelley, and she was eager to sort it all out and get to work on a new story.
“But not tonight,” she murmured, stifling a yawn as she made her way down the hall to her room.
Right now, all she wanted to do was fall into her bed and sleep...alone. She feared that if one more member of her team were to arrive unannounced before she got a decent night’s sleep, she would be forced to kill. Her card key wasn’t even in the lock when she felt a nervously polite tap on her left shoulder.
Squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth, she turned to face the person, praying that it was just a maid, or a bellhop, or anyone else but --
“Dionne!” she said, opening her eyes to see the young girl before her. Her grip on her notebook tightened as she fought not to hurt her friend.
“Have I come at a bad time?” Dionne asked, stuffing her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. “Shit, I knew if I waited too long it would mess things up. It’s all Boots’ fault. She didn’t call me in time!”
Chandrah waved a hand in front of Dionne’s face, quieting her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “And just what the hell is going on with everyone coming down here during my weekend of research?! God dammit, I need a cigarette!”
Dionne gently pried the card key from Chan’s hand and inserted it in the lock, waiting for the beep. She opened the door and guided Chandrah inside, flipping on lights as she went.
“I couldn’t be left out of this little adventure, not with everyone else involved. I’m just too curious!”
“Curiosity killed the cat,” Chandrah said dryly, dropping into a chair and instantly lighting up.
Dionne ignored the comment and began searching through the closet.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You need to get changed, we have somewhere to be,” Dionne answered simply, selecting a baby blue sleeveless sundress and placing it on the bed. “Here, put this on, brush your hair, brush your teeth, and let’s get going.”
“Excuse me? Now you listen to me, I’m tired,” Chandrah said, emphasizing her words. “I want to go to bed. I want to get my brain back on track. Today has almost been too much for me!”
For a moment, Dionne said nothing. Her lips set in a straight line and she placed her hands on her hips. Her already narrow eyes narrowed even further, until Chandrah was being glared at through two tiny slits.
“Boots called to tell me there were hot men fucking down here, and God dammit! I wanna see hot men fuck!” Dionne screamed, stamping her foot hard on the floor.
Chandrah’s mouth dropped and she rose to her feet, depositing her cigarette in a nearby ashtray.
“Whoa, D, it’s gonna be okay,” she said in a soothing tone, putting an arm around Dionne’s shoulders.
Dionne gave her a thin smile and said, “It’ll be great if you just do this one thing for me, please? They won’t do it unless you’re there. Please?”
Chandrah rolled her eyes and kissed her evening of good sleep goodbye.
“All right, fine. Let’s get this over with,” she said, picking up the dress and going into the bathroom to change.
“You won’t regret it,” Dionne assured her.
Chandrah laughed a little, knowing she probably wouldn’t.
Fifteen minutes later, they were skipping, okay, so only Dionne was skipping, down the hall to a new room, notebooks and pens in hand. Dionne knocked twice, whispered “Poofupumpkin” when asked for a password, and grinned when the door opened.
“Professionals first,” she said, allowing Chandrah to step inside.
The room was lit by numerous candles, a fire hazard for sure, Chan couldn’t help but think. It was bright enough to see where they were going, but dark enough to conceal the identies of the men sprawled on the bed.
“Well, I’m outta here. Enjoy this, D,” Boots said, nodding at Dionne.
Chandrah reached out and grabbed the other woman by the arm.
“What do you have to do with this?” she asked, motioning to the bed. “Who is this?”
“Only the two men Dionne holds on a pedestal equal to her own man,” Boots said with a grin. “Bye bye... er, bye!”
With a malicious giggle, Boots scampered off down the hall to find the others and compare tales of the evening. Chandrah groaned as she recognized the men, wearing only silk boxer shorts and smiles.
“I thought I saw you two earlier,” she said, walking over and raising a brow. “What else could you possibly show me?” Seeing as how Dionne was frozen by the door, Chandrah went to drag her over.
“We’ve got tricks you ain’t never seen,” Lance drawled, smiling at Dionne, who had now turned to a pile of quivering goo.
“Jesus,” Chandrah muttered, pushing her into a chair. Dionne gripped Chandrah tightly by the arm, unable to blink or even utter a sound. “So what is it you’re going to show me? ‘Cause, honey, there ain’t much I haven’t seen.”
Kevin chuckled, a deep throaty laugh that Chandrah found mildly attractive.
“Well then, get your ass over here, woman,” he said, patting the mattress.
“Nuh uh. Why don’t you use D here, she’s up for it, aren’t you, sweetie?”
Dionne blinked, nodded, shook her head, made a strange gutteral noise in the back of her throat and then let out a high pitched giggle.
“Or maybe she’s not,” Chan said, sighing. “Guess this means it’s up to me.”
“Trust us,” Lance said, rising to his knees and reaching for her hand, “you’ll enjoy it.”
Chandrah threw one last look at Dionne, who had suddenly snapped back to life and was flipping to a fresh page in her notebook, sucking on the end of an ink pen to get it going.
“Me first?” Kevin asked Lance, giving Chandrah a much-needed shoulder rub.
“No way, mine’s bigger,” Lance said, unbuttoning her dress with expert hands.
“Fuck that, I’m older.”
“Mine’s firmer, it works better!”
“You’re such a snot,” Kevin sneered, unhooking Chandrah’s bra.
“Look,” Chandrah interrupted, “I’ve seen you both, and really, you’re about the same size, so it doesn’t matter who goes first.”
Lance and Kevin shared a glance and laughed. “We’re not talking about that, dear,” Lance said. “We’re talking Adam’s apples.”
“What? How can you possibly use that as a sexual tool?”
“Shh,” Lance said, pressing a finger to her lips. “I’ll show you.”
Kevin agreed to let Lance go first, after a slight scuffle that resulted in the two of them locked in a heavy kiss that had Dionne chewing on her fist to keep from squealing.
While Kevin trailed his lips up and down Chandrah’s already hot skin, Lance positioned himself between her legs, lowering his mouth, licking his lips.
At first, Chandrah wasn’t overly impressed. So he was going down on her, big deal, it wasn’t the first time she’d had that done to her... Oh fuck! What the fuck was that?!
“How low should I go?” Lance murmured, smiling at her surprised jump.
“Give her an earthquake,” Kevin whispered gruffly.
Chandrah tried to concentrate on what Lance was doing. There was tongue, yes, definitely tongue, but there was also a strange vibrating sensation, and a low rumbling in between licks.
“Omigod,” she breathed, finally understanding.
Lance was humming the lowest note he could while pressing his Adam’s apple against her sensitive skin. Combined with his hot, wet tongue, it was enough to drive her to the edge and send her crashing over. They gave her a moment to recover before Kevin switched places with Lance.
“Holy... I don’t know if I can handle that again,” she said, winding her fingers through Kevin’s dark locks.
“But baby, it’s my turn,” he said, massaging her inner thighs.
“I know, but geez, that was... intense!” she exclaimed. “For lack of a better word.”
She forced herself to sit up. “Boys, please, after the day I’ve had, I’m exhausted.” She looked to Dionne, who was nibbling on her fingernails, the notebook open on her lap, filled with scribbles. “I think she’s ready though,” Chan said, smiling.
Dionne jerked to attention when the two Southerners came towards her, but relaxed once she felt their hands on her. Chandrah slid off the bed, pulling her dress up and fastening the buttons. She claimed the chair Dionne had been in and prepared to take her own notes on what she would now affectionately refer to as the “Hummingbird” technique.
"And who says size doesn't count?" she murmured with a smirk.