I plopped down on the couch next to Andrea who was busy watching Nika pace back and forth in her bra and panties. Nika's rum and coke steady spilling out of one side of the glass and then the other.
"I am sick and tired of these broke ass...broke down, no good man-whores thinking they own us! I NEED SOME SPACE? What the hell is that suppose to mean? We just met last Friday at the club! He wasn't saying that when he was knee deep in my pussy," Nika growled almost to herself.
"Maybe your pussy punch was so extreme that he needs spaaaace to regroup," I said chuckling while air jerking an invisible cock.
Nika snapped back, "What would you know, you live in the movies. The last sex you had was with a RedBox!"
"Girl that ain't what he mean, he means to say 'thank-you for bendin' over for me shorty, but I'll catch you on the flipside' or some old machismo shit like that," Andrea said matter-of-factly. "Besides I know the perfect spot where we can catch us some 'mute dick'," she added.
Nika stopped in her tracks, took a sip and asked "Now where might we find some non-talking, dickslingin', finger-poppin', unattached piece of male meat?"
"Exactly, at the male meat market. I hear there is one underneath of Rodeo Drive. They got motherfuckers just hangin' around like ducks in Chinatown. Yours for the fuckin, the pluckin, and the tastin."
I gave this deep thought before scanning Andrea's face to see that she was dead serious. I hopped off the couch and took a sip of the steady evaporating rum and coke. "You mean to tell me that there is a market full of men on display underneath the ritz and glamour of Rodeo Drive?"
"Shit, that's what all them rich lonely housewives do; they buy six or seven pairs of shoes, a big-ass hat, a rolex for the hubby away on 'business,' and then they go underground for an order of doggie-style and a side dish of cunnimongus."
"That's cunnilingus you idiot," I added.
"Cunnawhateva, I'm in," Nika blurted out before spanking her ass cheek and heading into the bedroom to get dressed. I just gave Andrea my official nod which meant I was in.
We all dressed in our sock-em dead slut attire fully equipped in leather, latex, and go-go boots. I secretly slipped Nika's camcorder into my purse just in case I wanted to document the night. The ride was long considering none of us ventured to Beverly Hills often, more like never.
I think the only time I had ever even seen it was either when Axel Foley was raising havoc or when Julia Roberts got punked at that little shop. Damn, I wonder if Richard Gere will be hanging on a hook. Even the rumors about gerbils couldn't turn me off.
We parked in an all day lot for more money than I think Andrea's 94' Cavalier cost her. She had some crazy ass map she got off the internet. The sun was beginning to set, thankfully, because we looked fit to be arrested. As if the crazy looks weren't enough.
Movies about prostitution rarely focus on the subplot of the weary on-lookers, it's s always about the guy in the hot car with money hanging out of is handkerchief pocket.
We followed the map, which led us to a boutique that seemed more like a consignment shop compared to the other stores. We entered feeling the most comfortable we had felt since we parked.
Inside was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen with a body like Halle Berry and a mouth like Kelly LeBrock, I smiled to myself remembering "The Woman in Red." She was tall or at least appeared to be in her expensive sling-backs and skin-tight pants suit.
Andrea wasted no time before spitting out "Where's all the men at. My Independence Card kicked on today and momma needs to fill herself up with some m-e-a-t!" I expected an appalled look from this exotic creature but she laughed the sweetest laugh before pointing us to a stairwell in the back.
I swear we were going down these stairs forever before hearing the hustle and bustle of an underground city. My first impression triggered the memory of downtown Mars in "Total Recall," I was just waiting to see a mutant guy hanging around with three dicks.
There were old-fashioned carts, like the tonic salesmen from the wild west, plexi-glass boxes filled with men and even carnival stages with men doing tricks. There were dicks, balls, and butt holes as far as the eye could see. Our first stop was the "Boy Boutique" filled with young men fresh out of college posed on various antique pieces of furniture. They were all stamped with price tags.
"Dammmmnnn, even if we all three put our life savings together, we couldn't afford his fresh-ass Harvard cock," I said pointing to the glistening tan body propped at an old roller desk. Andrea reached down and held his goods as if she was weighing his cock and balls expecting the price to be per a pound.
Andrea approached the salesman who was a short stocky balding Jewish fellow and she whispered "Can you please direct me to the section that sells the defunct male merchandise. I don't care if they ain't got no arms, teeth, and legs as long as they're cheaper and can still get it up."
He looked confused but kindly told us that there were all shapes, sizes, and prices along the avenue and that we would do best to continue window shopping.
"Sheila might as well take the salesman home because all she wants to do is cuddle. You need a cheap heavy set guy with a tiny ass cock who wants to curl up and watch 'Titanic' for the ten-thousandth time because Nika and I know you ain't putting out," Andrea cackled like an old crusty witch.
Little did my friends know that since I hit this avenue and smelt the sweaty young male flesh, I was having trouble controlling the growing dampness of my groin. I almost felt compelled to hide behind one of the stands and twitch one off. I couldn't help but be turned on by all this male anatomy at my disposal and I planned to break the bank.
I walked ahead of them weighing each specimen with my eyes. My hunger remained undefined and I honestly had no idea exactly what I was looking for. At this point I wanted to take them all, try out all colors, shapes, and sizes. Let my pussy be the main meeting hall for the U.N.
I smelt incense and body odor seeping out of a small shop. The smell became overwhelming and led my body to the beaded curtain ahead. I passed through the beads and found heaven. It was a shop full of Mandingo Warriors, oiled up and dicks to their knees.
I had never seen a dark-skinned man completely nude aside from the movies and the girls were always poking fun at me about being one of the only white women who hadn't.
They both strayed from their race often especially Andrea who always makes a joke about loving the white meat and that Colonel Sanders really knows what he's talking about. I was surrounded with large black cocks dangling like Christmas ornaments and wished I could just lay in the middle of the room and scream "Take Me!"
The sales lady approached and asked if I needed any assistance. I just drooled a little and said yes. I could here the girls on the Avenue calling my name but Andrea finally said "Fuck it, while we're worried about her, she's probably airtight with some Wall Street cock." Good old Andrea strayed them away from my path.
The lady was discussing prices but the sounds were muffled because my head had become cloudy from the scent of these male aphrodisiacs. Finally, I got the nerve to ask if I could have a discount rate for three.
The price she gave me was something I would never think about again but I thanked my lucky stars that I had yet to test drive my new Discover card. I walked around the shop while she ran my card, my selection was impossible for nearly all their bodies were built to perfection.
I decided since all of their cocks had already had such a grand effect on my nether region, I would decide based upon other features. My first pick was 6'2, a dark slick built body, and lots of hair bushed on top of his head. His cock was somewhat short but extremely thick.
My second choice was medium skinned with a long cock that bounced on its own every once and a while as if it was happy to see me. He had short trimmed hair and was quite the distinguished gentleman. He was much thinner than the first but his cock did the talking for him.
The third was huge from head to toe, I almost thought I recognized him from the NFL. He was a enormous mound of flesh and I pictured myself getting lost beneath him. His dick was long, fat, and slightly bent. I was betting myself whether it would make it past my teeth.