Toni hated working Sundays, especially when it was nice outside. She worked in retail, managing the Sporting Goods and Toy departments at one of the major discount stores in town. So she was required to put herself on the schedule at least one Sunday each month. Like it or not, it was part of her job and it paid the bills. She had little choice but to accept it.
The sun was shining outside, summer vacation had just started for her kids the previous week and she would have much rather been cooking out. Instead, she was stuck inside the store. Business was slow and all she seemed able to do was watch the minute hand on the clock drag. Just before it was time to leave for the day Tameka, a new, dark-skinned girl in Women's Clothing, who had a friendly, gap-toothed smile, asked if she could get a ride home.
On a normal Sunday, Toni might have turned her down, as she needed to get home to her kids. But Tameka offered some smoke and a little something refreshing to drink. After a long day, Toni found that too tempting to refuse.
Tameka lived in a little two-bedroom apartment on the northwest side, not very far from the store. It promised to be a relatively quick, harmless stop. Toni took off her uniform smock once they were inside and, as she sat down, draped it over the armrest on the sofa.
Tameka ventured into the kitchen and returned carrying two glasses of Hennessy on ice. Her roommate emerged from the bathroom holding a wrapped blunt in her hand.
"Monique!" Toni exclaimed, surprised to see her. Monique also worked at the store as a Customer Service Manager. She was older, in her late thirties, Toni calculated, with creamy, light brown skin, while Tameka had to have been in her early twenties. It seemed an odd living arrangement.
"Hey Toni," she responded. "Thanks for bringin' Tameka home."
Tameka handed Toni one of the glasses and sat down next to her on the sofa. Monique chose a chair adjacent to the sofa, fired up the blunt and took a few short hits. Then she passed it on to Toni and the gossip about what was going on at the store started.
It didn't take long before Toni began to feel a little slow and drowsy. She leaned back, raised her arms and yawned. In so doing, her shirt rose up, exposing her belly and illuminating the fact that the button to her pants was open. She always unsnapped it so she would feel more comfortable while she was sitting.
"Toni got a tattoo!" Tameka leaned over for a closer view.
"What is it?" Monique slid off her chair and knelt down in front of Toni.
"My sign," Toni answered self-consciously, slurring her words. "You know, Cancer."
The tattoo was centered around her navel. It stood out against her caramel skin. Toni lifted her shirt so they could have a better look, but the bottom half of the tattoo partially covered by her pants.
Monique then took the liberty of lowering the zipper, slowly and gingerly, until Cancer's crab was exposed in its entirety.
"I'm high as hell," Toni laughed, instinctively raising her hips, "and ya'll takin' my pants down."
Monique chuckled to herself and continued to do just that. She tugged more aggressively, slipping Toni's panties off at the same time while Tameka eagerly looked on.
"Wait a minute. Stop." Toni protested once she realized what was really happening. "I ain't no lez."
By then it was too late. Monique squeezed between Toni's knees and leaned forward.
"Oh shit." Toni gave in all too easily and parted her legs. She decided to just let it happen.
With each deft stroke of Monique's tongue she relaxed a bit more, losing her predisposition against having sex with a woman, and giving in to the pleasure. She allowed herself to moan with each heavy breath and reached inside her shirt with both hands to pinch her nipples.
Toni soon noticed that Tameka had removed all of her clothes. She was closing the curtains in the living room, cradling a pair of toys and a bottle of massage oil in her free arm. Tameka eventually kneeled down behind Monique, took down her pants and began to rub the oil all over her ass.
