Double Life

As I first started to wake up I opened my eyes and for a minute didn't know where I was. Now I remember I'm in a hotel room. Not a suite though just a room. Different hotel, same room. I finally convince myself to get up; there were a million things to do today. I got up walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I stood under the water I mentally went over what I would have to do today. As I stepped out of the shower I could hear other voices which told me they were here. The only three people who know the real me or rather the me I portrayed. I didn't start out to be what I am. The opportunity was afforded me when the last King was removed from the throne in protest. Now I am the Queen. Most think I am a vicious, emotionless creature. But these three people know different. JD my stealth bomber has been with me the longest. To most he is an unassuming presence, at 6'1 200 lbs., he could best be described as wiry. With long lean muscles and a honey almond complexion he always smelled so wonderful in The One by Dolce & Gabbana. To some he would seem arrogant even slightly narcissistic he in truth he was just a deep thinker and only spoke when he really needed to. His job is to not be seen and not be heard but if you hear a click two things have happened you have underestimated him and two you no longer exist. He is the closest thing I have to a significant other. Right now I have no time in my life for emotions. So he has resigned himself to be my "fwb" friend with benefits. He often accuses me of treating him like my bitch. Our roles are reversed and I want it that way. Tigron has been part of our family for five years and would die for me. He spent most of his life in the foster care system and he carries the scars of that life all over his body, inside and out. He's a hot head but controllable. Tigron – my muscle at 6'3 280 lbs. his skin was like dark chocolate and his complexion was smooth as silk not a blemish or pock mark to be found on his face. His body was a different story. The story is he was left at a safe place shelter at 6 months old with a note with one word on it. Tigron. At the first foster home he was sent to the couple assumed it was a combination of Tiger and Lion. He was a very angry child and got jumped around from foster home to foster home. When he was ten he was sent to live with the Dixon's they already had four other foster kids so he had to sleep on an air mattress in the basement, his wife, Ms. Alice was nice but Mr. Dixon was a mean drunk. Tigron had gotten used to the many mood swings of Mr. Dixon, some nights he came home and didn't say three words the whole night but sometimes he came home and everything that had pissed him off that day was taken out on Tigron. The other kids were older and took turns teasing and abusing him. The last foster family had a dog named Bear it was a little scruffy Shih Tzu mix Tigron loved that dog but he couldn't understand why they treated the dog better than him. His teachers all suspected something was wrong but none of them ever did anything like most they didn't want to get involved. The only time he ate was at school he lived for breakfast and lunch. By sixteen he had had enough of the beatings and neglect and packed his backpack left for school and never returned.

When I met him he had been living on the streets for about four years. He was beyond street smart and I realized immediately that I could use him. The question was could he or would he be willing to do the job. By the third job I knew I had chosen right. One night when we were alone hanging out, there was never anything romantic between us he was truly like my little brother. I would die for him and vice versa. He walked into the room we were sharing without a shirt on his body was covered in old bruises and scars when I asked what happened he sat down on the bed and in one breath told me all about his childhood. When he finished we agreed to never speak of it again.

Then there's my shadow, her name is Chandelier. On the outside she is all soft and pink. On the inside she is part atomic bomb and a part nuclear missile. She's got enough degrees to make alphabet soup but she's got street smarts too. She moved to VA to go to school. She got more education from me than she ever did in a classroom. She is my other fwb, friend with benefits. She knows I'm still sleeping with JD but he knows nothing about her. The male ego is very fragile. We met seven years ago at the Main Library on Franklin. I had been looking for information on my family ancestry this was before Ancestry.com. Chandelier was trying to find the research material for her thesis she was in the Master's Program at VCU. She was beautiful, at 5'5 about 135 lbs., I immediately thought of the character Whitley Gilbert from A Different World with that same amber golden complexion and a slamming body. Her ass was so plump I couldn't take my eyes off of it. She was wearing a long purple broom stick skirt, white canvas tennis shoes and a white cotton tank top. The skirt didn't just move it floated with each step she took. I was dressed in my usual button fly Levi's, penny loafers and white button down shirt short sleeve. When I first saw her walk into the library I almost bit the tip off my pen. I tried to make myself be seen without making it seem like I wanted to be seen. The fellas saw her too because all of a sudden everybody needed something at the circulation desk. So I sat back and waited like a spider and a web. After about ten minutes the novelty must have worn off because everyone went back to what they were there for. As I walked up to her I was trying to come up with just the right words so I wouldn't sound corny, but this was one sistah I really wanted to get to know in an intimate way. Hi I said trying to sound the right amount of perky and seductive. As she looked up from the book she was reading I knew I was in trouble she had possibly the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were a mix of hazel, and cinnamon. She gave me a minute to adjust I guess she was used to having people getting drawn in to such beautiful eyes. After a few seconds she responded with a short and simple "Hi, yourself". Having any trouble finding any material, I asked praying she said yes. "Nope" was all she said as she went back to her reading. Feeling deflated I replied "Oh" damn this broad was making me work for it I thought. Suddenly she looked up from her book and asked "do you know where the archived items are?" Um yeah I replied my smile now back in its usual location. Well would you mind showing me how to get there, she asked. Sure I'd be happy to, I said as I began collecting my backpack. The archive section was the least visited area in the library. Most people would rather go to microfilm before coming here. As we went down the spiral staircase the mold smell hit you in the face. Even to this day that smell brings up memories. So, what book are you looking for? I asked hoping we could find it and get the hell out of here. Slowly she walked up behind me and in a soft raspy voice they don't have the book I'm looking for. I could feel her standing behind me and was a little afraid to turn around. I had always been bi curious but no one had ever interested me enough to take the plunge. I had had a few threesomes but always kept my attentions on the guy. I stood there unsure of what to do next when I felt her hands cupping my breasts. My breath caught in my throat like most women I had a few hot spots and my itty bitty titties was one. I have always had long hair which I usually wore in a ponytail, today was no different I felt the scrungi being removed as my hair fell down past my shoulders and her lips on the nape of my neck hot spot number two. I was in serious trouble now because this woman was turning me on something fierce. Slowly I turned and we kissed. I totally forgot where we were as our kisses got more intense. I'm not sure how my jeans fell to my ankles but there they were and her mouth was on my mound. She seemed very pleased with the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I loved the feeling of going commando it always provided for easy access. I tried to keep my wits about me but no man had ever done to me what she was doing, well many had tried but never this good. Moments later I exploded all over her face and fingers and let out a soft moan still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. As I stood there she came up tying her skirt out the way revealing that she also wasn't wearing any underwear and even though I had never taken the plunge I was game to return the favor when she reached in her bag and handed me a purple vibrator, use this honey she said softly. She climbed up on a table where maps and other archived items are kept. Happy to please I inserted the toy after turning it on to slow. The hum seemed to excite her even more and it wasn't long before she was twisting her hips and raising her plump ass off the table. As I found a good rhythm and good angle for her purple pleaser I was also getting excited and began to stroke my clit even faster. I began kissing her right thigh then her left, then I found my way to her womaness and sucked like it was the best lollipop I have ever had, while tweaking my clit under my jeans. Moments later she let out a loud moan and screamed "yes" "yes" "right there baby". As she was coming so was I. I was glad we were in a part of the building where sounds didn't carry at least I hoped they didn't. The idea of getting caught seemed to excite me even more. When we were done we adjusted our clothes and she handed me a baby wipe I thought it odd that she would carry baby wipes but then I was so glad she did I didn't care. As she was straightening her skirt "I'm Chandalier" she said with a smile. I'm Mahagoni, nice to meet you Chandalier. We have been lovers ever since.