Black Jewel. Bella Dama

      “Damn . . . You biatches look fuckin’ sexy as hell,” said Blair.

      “Thank you . . . Thank you.”

      Lola pointed to all the flowers and asked, “What’s all this?”

      “They were here when we got here, Boo,” said Blair.

      There were dozens of red roses in her VIP area.

      Ten minutes later, the waitress came over and told Lola someone was waiting for her at the bar. She excused herself and walked over.

      She looked around, but didn’t see anyone. Then, Mauricio came up from behind and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her really close to him.

      “Is all this for me?” he whispered in her ear.

      “Well, it depends,” she said flirtatiously.

      “On what?”

      “If you’re this sexy ass man I met on my flight today,” she said knowing it was him.

      He handed her another red rose. She turned around and kissed him.

      Mauricio wasn’t suited up for the club, but he still looked good. He wore a black fitted V-neck that showed some of his tattoos with jeans and black loafers. He accessorized with yet another Rolex, a diamond bracelet, his diamond stud earrings and a long, diamond chain. There wasn’t a curl out of place on top of his head. And his goatee was clean cut and well groomed.

      “Sorry. Wyatt, Robert . . . This is Lola. Lola . . . Wyatt and Robert,” said Mauricio introducing his friends.

      “Hi, nice to meet you both,” said Lola shaking their hands.

      “Damn! He wasn’t lying when he told us about you. You’re bad as hell!” exclaimed Robert loudly.

      Mauricio nudged him.

      “It’s nice to meet you,” said Wyatt a little more subtle.

      They walked over to Lola’s area and introduced everyone.

      Wyatt Whitfield was Mauricio’s 29-year old, white male friend with dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and devilish smile. He stood 6’2” tall with tanned skin and a rugged look.

      Robert Taylor was his 27-year old, African American male friend with brown skin and brown eyes. He stood 5’10” tall with a muscular build, wore a low fade with a goatee and had the most succulent, full lips ever seen.

      “Damn, Lo! He looks just like you said he would,” said Blair.

      “I’m really glad you came, Mauricio,” said Crystale.

      “I wouldn’t have missed it,” he said smiling.

      Then, a Spanish song came on and Lola jumped up. She started dancing.

      “Oh no . . . Here she goes,” said Blair nudging Crystale who was sitting quite cozy with Wyatt.

      Mauricio got up. “Let’s go,” he said putting his hand out.

      “I hope you can keep up,” she said confidently.

      “I’ll show you what I’m working with, Baby Girl,” he said confidently back.

      The dance floor wasn’t ready for them. They salsa danced their asses off. He spun her, dipped her, twisted her and did everything that goes with salsa dancing.

      Then, a Bachata song came on. He pulled her so close that she straddled his leg. They were chest to chest dancing in tune and in sync while sliding and popping.

      Finally, a Reggaeton song came on. And for a split second, everything seemed to move in slow motion.

      As the lights flashed and smoke clouded the dance floor, she turned around putting her backside on his genitals. Their hands reached for the sky as her butt moved in small circular motions. Once she got into the rhythm, the thrusting and grinding got bigger and harder. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him close to her. He slithered his fingers down her sides to her lower pelvic area. He squeezed her upper thighs, teasing her. She thought he was gonna go for her goodies, but he didn’t.

      Lola turned around and faced him. She got so close that they just kissed. He picked her up and carried her off the dance floor. Everyone upstairs was mesmerized and assumed they went to have sex from they way they departed the floor.

      “Damn!” said Blair. “That was hot!”

      “That damn Lola,” said Crystale shaking her head laughing.

      “My boy was workin’ that,” said Robert.

      “I think I need a drink after that,” joked Wyatt.

      “Or a cigarette,” said Crystale keeping the joke going.

      Mauricio and Lola were under some stairs towards the back of the club half dressed. They were breathing heavy and acting very animalistic. His mouth and hands were all over her breasts. Her hands were down his unbuttoned pants, stroking his penis. She wanted him to just rip her clothes off.

      But he didn’t. Instead, he invited her back to his place for the night and she accepted. So, they both agreed to wait since she was going home with him.

      “Damn! You’re alive! Y’all nasty!!” was all they heard as they drew near their friends.

      “Shut up . . . Shut up,” said Lola.

      “Y’all just hatin’,” added Mauricio.

      They ordered another round of drinks and engaged in more shit talking.

      There was an addition to the group. Janelle, Robert’s girl, came out for a little while.

      Janelle Blake was his beautiful and sexy, 27-year old white girlfriend and mother of his child. She stood 5’6” tall with blonde hair, blue eyes and had the cutest dimples. And she was a personal trainer, so she was in shape.

      Eventually, they all ended up on the dance floor. Wyatt was really into Crystale and Lola was glad. Robert and Janelle were doin’ their thang. And Blair was letting Ivan have it. Everyone was having a great time.

      About 2:30 a.m., Mauricio and Lola were ready to go. Robert and Janelle had already left.

      “Aight y’all . . . We out,” said Mauricio.

      “Us, too,” said Blair.

      However, Wyatt wasn’t ready to leave yet. He wanted to hang out with Crystale a little while longer. So, he offered to take her home, but she was taking Lola’s car since Lola was leaving with Mauricio. Nonetheless, Crystale agreed to stay and hang out.

      Outside, a valet attendant pulled Lola’s car up to the front. Lola went to her trunk and got her bag. She was prepared in case he did come.

      She hugged Crystale and told her to be careful. Then, Mauricio pulled up on his motorcycle. She strapped her bag on, got on the back and put the helmet on.

      “Take care of her,” Lola told Wyatt.

      “I will. I promise,” he said.

      “You take care of her,” Crystale told Mauricio.

      “I will. I promise,” he said.

      Mauricio and Wyatt dapped each other up. Then, Lola held on tight as they took off.

       Chapter 6

       Mauricio’s House

      They pulled into Hollywood Hills Tower. Mauricio waved his key fob in front of a square metal box. The black steel gate to the garage opened. He drove up to the fifth floor where there was designated parking for motorcycles.

      In the elevator, he swiped his key card and hit ‘37’. The doors opened to a private foyer. He punched in a code on the keypad next to a set of double doors. It disarmed the alarm and unlocked the doors.

      Lola