A.J.

I vowed never again to tango with a man not from the States, but here I go again. He was not all that fine but his swag turned me on immensely. This man had mastered the hustler’s walk. I don’t know if he had watched too many hip hop videos or if it was truly natural- either way it was bad. Bad as in good, I mean. He made me want to give him the goods just from walking. Now that’s power- and he knew it, too.

His name was A.J. and it was really strange how we met each other.

     My best guy friend, Cori, was the owner of the newest nightclub in L.A. He had been calling me for weeks telling me to come through. So when the J.O.B. scheduled me an interview with Rihanna, I opted to do it in-person rather than over the phone. Might as well work hard and play harder, right? As soon as I get off the plane, my boy had my itinerary laid out.

     “Sugarplum!!!!”

     Only Cori can scream at the top of his lungs in an airport and not feel the least bit embarrassed. That’s just his personality. He is always dressed to the T’s. Today he is rocking a purple Trukfit shirt with some pink straight leg jeans topped off with pink and purple Dunk Nikes. Loud and proud. That’s my boy, though.

“Sugarplum!” he repeated, “I missed you so much!” I drop my Louis Vuitton bag to give my Cori a big hug and kiss.

“I missed you too, sugar dumpling! You look fly and super sexy”, I said as I gave him a once over.

“You’re not too shabby yourself, boo.” I looked down at my cream and gold Michael Kors sundress and had to agree with him. I did look fly, because I knew that I could not be outdone by Mr. C, friend or not.

“Thanks. What are we doing today?”

This fool pulled out his iPhone. “Well,” he said as he scrolled, “your flight was a little late so I had to move our facials back an hour. After that, we will go to Melrose to check out this new clothing store. Then, around nine I am throwing a little cocktail party at my house to celebrate the opening. Then after that, party time!” Cori raised his hands and did an old school dance called “Raise the Roof”.

I laughed and pointed at his moves. “Who still does that dance?”

“Only people who can pull it off”, he said as he snapped his fingers and swung his head with a smile. True Cori style.

So off we went on our long day’s journey. We got our facials at the Ritz-Carlton spa. At the clothing store on Melrose, I ended up buying about $2000.00 worth of threads. Hey, why work so hard if you can’t enjoy it?

Anytime you are with Cori, expect not to get any relaxation. This boy knows everyone and always stops to talk about the minutest detail. One girl he asked about her dog. He asked another young lady where she recycled. Leave it to Cori to make any conversation lengthy. But I guess that’s why his club will be hot. Because when he says he knows everybody, he really means it.

We get back to Cori’s around 8 pm. I take a little nap before his cocktail party because this child has worn me out. I wake up around nine thirty to a rapping at my door.

“What”, I yell out in annoyance from under the pillow I just put over my head.

I heard the door crack. “I am sorry, queen. I am terribly sorry for the disturbance”, he said. He spoke with an accent. I couldn’t quite catch it at first. Jamaican, maybe?

I am so glad that this pillow is over my head because when I first wake up, I look like the creature from the Black Lagoon. Just plain ugly. So whoever that man is, he will have a healthy tongue lashing once I get up.

“What is it,” I yell, still annoyed slightly but that accent has me curious.

“My good friend Cori told me that you may still be sleeping so he told me to awaken you. The party started about 30 minutes ago.”

I curse quietly under my breath. I never wake up on time. What good is an alarm if you never hear it?

“Thank you, I will be down as soon as I get ready. Close the door.”

I hear him chuckle as he closes the door back shut. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so mean, but this fool just woke me up AND opened my door. What if I was naked?

It didn’t take me long to get ready. I put on a red Prada number and headed downstairs to meet all 1,000 of Cori’s closest friends.

Before I reached the bottom stair, all I heard was “SUGARPLUM!!” And with that, everyone who was just laughing, talking, dancing, singing all turned their heads toward me. I swear I felt like Cinderella when she first enters the ball. But not in a good way. I felt like I had a huge booger in my nose and everyone was staring at it. I picked up my composure and flashed a smile and yelled back, “SUGAR DUMPLING!” And the party continued.

I smiled and spoke to everyone as I made my way to the center of the room toward Cori. He introduced me to everybody there and would always whisper their occupation in my ear.

Cori points to one guest. “Drug Dealer. Has the best weed on this side of the Hollywood Hills.” He points to a tall, beautiful woman. “She will tell you that she is a professional model. But I heard she is a high class escort from a couple of people here.” That boy just tells all the business.

Just when I thought I met everyone and knew their occupation, a man with the sickest walk in the room comes up to us. He was walking towards us as if some theme music was on inside his head that only he could hear. And strangely, I found myself bobbing my head to his beat. Damn, he’s good.

Who is this man?

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SAMSON 3

Am I dreaming still? Is this real? Is this bitch really touching me in inappropriate places?!? At once, I jump up from the table and slap Mayu as hard as I can across her face.                                                                                                                                                           

“What the fuck are you doing?!?!” I am enraged at this point, more embarrassed than anything because I actually enjoyed it. And the fact that I climaxed is too much for me to comprehend at this point.

Mayu is cowering in the corner holding her rouged cheek with her right hand. Her left hand is up in a surrender stance. And I can see my juices on her middle finger. This pisses me off even more.

“I’m sorry, Miss Stephens! It was part of the exclusive package. I didn’t mean any harm. I thought you knew…” Her voice trails off as if she just made a revelation but she doesn’t expound. “I am really sorry,” she says as she hurries out of the room.

So now I’m standing in this massage room, stuck on stupid, butt naked, with my love running down my inner thigh. I quickly put on my sundress, gather my belongings, and hightail it out of that place. I’m thinking of reporting that bitch to the manager but I’m so embarrassed that it’s not even an option. Should I tell Samson? I quickly dismiss the idea because I don’t want to admit to anybody that I enjoyed it.

As I unlock the hotel suite door, I can’t help but to recall what just happened. I mean, I was violated of course. But something about it felt so damn good. I’ve been with women before, but that was on my own will and with my permission. This…this was different. So invasive, but yet so satisfying.

I heard that Japanese massage parlors usually end with a “happy ending”, but I had no idea that women were on the receiving end of that pleasure. What the hell just happened? Did Samson or Sampson pay for that package? I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Bastard. But he won’t hear about the Mayu situation from me.

I hop back in the shower and wash myself thoroughly, although I cannot help thinking about the Japanese goddess just downstairs in the parlor. I wonder what her skin feels like, smells like, and tastes like. I imagine how she sounds when she moans in pleasure. If I pull her hair, will she like it? If I smack her ass, would she enjoy it and arch her back further? So many questions, so much I’d like to do. But I love Samson. Regardless of his flaws, this enigma of a man has my full attention at the moment and he would not be pleased to hear about my big fantasies with my little geisha.

After my shower, I lay on the bed and attempt to finish up a little work on my iPad. Being an entertainment writer for Bliss magazine definitely has its perks. I have an interview with the sexy rapper Doja scheduled in a few weeks. I spend the next few hours preparing questions and watching old interviews of him to stay current and on top of my game.

The phone on the nightstand rings.

“Sash? My meeting is wrapping up. Meet me at valet in thirty minutes for dinner. Wear something sexy and wear that underwear I like.” Click.

Well, damn. I can’t help but smile to myself at the frankness of that man. I prepare to get ready for the fun filled night. I open my suitcase and pull out my sexy black BCBG dress that I packed at the last minute. I slip it on, but not before putting on my pink crotchless underwear that Sampson loves so much. I spruce up my natural curls and add a light touch of makeup and look at the clock to see that 25 minutes has already passed. I throw on my YSL heels and grab my purse on the way out the door to see my man.

The limo is waiting in the front of the hotel. The valet opens the door and I slip in with a huge smile on my face in anticipation of the night to come. I look up and immediately sheer shock and horror runs through my body.

“Sasha”, Sampson says, “Mayu will be joining us for dinner. I hope you don’t mind.” ……

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SEXY HAIKUS

I'll make you submit

Like a predator with prey

But my bite won't hurt

Im getting anxious

Thinking about your warm touch

Please hurry home babe

Never say never

Did u think you'd be here now?

And now you're naked

Come inside my love

I can't wait to feel your thrust

As I meet each one

Steamy sweaty sex

I feel moisture 'tween my thighs

You just made me rain

SAMSON PART 2

Upon leaving the plane, we spot a limo that bears Sampson’s company logo and head towards our room at the Palace Hotel in Tokyo. Though I was a little tired from the flight, this city leaves you no choice but to take in every detail. It’s almost lunchtime in Tokyo so there is a lot of traffic and lots of people moving with a sense of urgency. I can see why they say that Japan is trumping us with technology because I am seeing graphics that seem like it would be in a futuristic film. I see people on the street with phones, computers, and tablets that are light years ahead of what we have in the States.

“Baby”, I say to Sampson while I lay on his shoulder staring out into this brave new world. “I’m so happy you brought me on this trip!”

“I’ll do anything for you, baby girl”, Sampson replies while planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “Because I know you’ll do anything for me, right?”

Without hesitation I reply, “Yes, anything”. There are two sides to this man. There is the loving, sweet, charming, charismatic creature that I like to call Sampson. Then there is the guarded, controlling, abrasive, no nonsense side to his personality who I refer to as Samson. I use both names interchangeably because he can change into either person or both in the blink of an eye. I don’t understand how this man is so complex. But he’s so damn fine. Did I mention rich? I knew that like most things that are too good to be true, they usually are, but right now in this moment, in his arms, everything else is irrelevant.

We enter the lobby of the hotel and it’s like I walked into an architect’s wet dream. This hotel is definitely Western-inspired but the touches of the native country do not go unnoticed. As soon as I enter the lobby my eyes are immediately drawn upward. Hanging from the high ceilings are sconces with actual candles in them. On the tables, there are huge vases with water lilies that are taller than me. The sitting area to the right has floor to ceiling windows that display the lovely Japanese garden and small pond. In the middle of that pond is a small island with a bonsai tree with the pinkest brightest foliage that I’ve ever seen. Yes, judging from my scenery, it looks like Japan is going to be a great trip.

After checking in, the bellman greets us with a smile and directs us towards our suite. It’s even more beautiful than the lobby. The terrace provides a 180 degree view of the famous Japanese Imperial Gardens and the Tokyo skyline. I step on the balcony to take it all in while Sampson is paying the bellman. Inhale, exhale. Damn, I thought New York City air was bad. I hear the bellman laugh and Sampson’s obnoxious bellow behind me. I turn around to see what the joke was and it looks like the joke is apparently me. Their four eyes are fixated on me while they share a continue speaking effortlessly in Japanese. It suddenly makes me wonder exactly how many times Samson has been at this hotel. And with how many women.. I brush off my insecurities and turn back around to continue enjoying the sights.

As I hear the hotel suite door close behind me, I head back into the room into the arms of the man I adore.

“So what’s first on the agenda, baby?” I say as I grab the collar of his shirt to bend him down so that I can kiss his lips.

“Business,” he says in between kisses, “then pleasure.” He lets my wrist off his collar then heads to the desk of the suite and proceeds to grab his briefcase.

I pout and stick my bottom lip out to show my discontent and let out a small cry to get his attention as he heads towards the door.

“Oh baby girl, don’t worry. You’ll have all my attention and plenty of time to moan and groan when I get back. I set up a spa appointment for you downstairs in an hour. Take a shower, get some rest, and I’ll be back this evening.” Sampson blows me a kiss with a wink then puts on his suit jacket and closes the suite door behind him.

 I enter the lavish bathroom and cannot believe my eyes. The floors and the countertops are made of black marble and the shower was as big as my walk-in closet back in NYC. I turn on the showerhead then I slowly slip out of my clothes. I cannot help but to notice how my bikram yoga classes are really paying off. I can see the definition in my physique and Sampson has definitely noticed it too. After a relaxing shower, I lay on the lush bed to take a quick nap. I awaken to a gentle knock on the door. It’s the concierge reminding me of my appointment at the spa.

“I’ll be down in five minutes,” I yell towards the door as I quickly throw on a floor length maxi dress and sandals. I skip putting on my panties since I’m about to be naked anyway. Closing the suite door behind me, I head down to the spa.

At the spa, I noticed how the women were dressed in traditional Japanese kimonos and looked so beautiful. After checking in, I was handed a glass of champagne and escorted to my room and told to undress and lay underneath the towel.

“Hello? Are you ready?” I hear an American accent say through the curtain.

“Yes, please come in.” I turn my head to meet her acquaintance and I am immediately spellbound.

Enters the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is simply a stunning Japanese beauty. About 5’10”, her svelte body could easily be mistaken for a model’s. Her long jet black hair sweeps the middle of her back in beautiful soft waves. Her delicate mouth is shaped like a heart accentuated with her ruby red lipstick. Her eyes feel like they are looking into my soul.

“Miss Stephens?”

I struggle to catch my breath and my words. “You’re American?”

She giggles. “Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Mayu. Mister Sampson set up this massage for you today, yes? And to answer your question, yes ma’am, I was raised in America but I’ve been back here since 18. Are you ready for your massage?” She gives me a warm smile and I immediately like her.

“Yes I am.” It takes everything I have to take my eyes off of her but I am anxious to get this stress rubbed out of my body. I turn back over and place my head on the cushion. And then it happens. Her tiny yet firm hands gently caress my shoulders and it feels like heaven. I let out a small moan and immediately try to repress it. She pauses for a second then continues with her methodical movements. Damn it, Sasha, get it together.

 I begin to strike a conversation with the beauty as to not make this experience so awkward.  I learn that Mayu is from San Diego and came back to Japan to begin schooling at the University of Tokyo and to connect with her family. Though she misses America, she states that Tokyo is where she belongs. She has one more year of school and working at the massage parlor helps her pay for her tuition. Throughout the course of the massage her movements are so sensual that I can feel myself getting aroused.

 Mayu clears her throat and hesitates to speak. “Miss Stephens, forgive me for being so forward, but your body is exquisite.”

I immediately blush. “Why thank you, Mayu. I, uh, I don’t know what to say to that.”

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I feel you tensing up, please relax. It’s just that I’m so used to seeing Japanese or white people in my massage chair. Your soft chocolate skin is like a breath of fresh air.” Mayu continues to use her magic hands on my body without missing a beat.

“Well, I can understand that. Thank you, Mayu. And call me Sasha. By the way, this massage feels so great. Do you mind if I nod off a little while? I know we have about 45 minutes left in the massage.”

“No ma’am. That’s fine. But before you do, spread your legs a little so that I can get each leg without disturbing your rest.” I comply and doze off and instantly begin to dream of Sampson and the things I’m going to do to him this evening.

He’ll enter the room while I’m pretending to still be napping. I’ll be naked on the bed with a single sheet laying across my back while I purposely let my love below show. I hear him moan as he drops his briefcase and walks swiftly to the bed. He’ll call my name and I pretend that I don’t hear him. He knows exactly what I’m doing. I feel his warm lips and tongue start at my calf muscle and advance to the back of my knee cap. He knows that’s my spot. I try not to stir too much because that would ruin the whole purpose of this little charade. He slowly parts my legs and sees my wet shaved pussy inviting him to enter.

He slowly and seductively parts the lips of my love and rubs his thumb on my throbbing clit. Oh my God… Sampson then takes his index finger enters the first knuckle into me making a “come here” type of motion. All my juices immediately douse his finger, dripping onto his hand. I moan as he pushes his finger further into my awaiting abyss.

“Miss Stephens,” he whispers into my ear as he licks my lobes, “will you come for me? Please baby, come for me.”

“Yes”, I moan. “I’ll come for you.” And with my declaration, my sea opens up and I release my orgasmic waves on Sampson’s warm and wanting appendage. 

Except this wasn’t a dream. I awaken to the feeling of a small slender hand gently caressing my honey pot. And it feels so good that I can’t dare tell Mayu to stop…

 TO BE CONTINUED…..