Finally pulling his lips apart from hers, he smacked her on the ass and said, “Hey, go get me a drink. I’m thirsty again.”
She nodded. Nana went to the bar, opened her purse, and pulled out a few hundred-dollar bills, money given to her by Kip. She wasn’t cheap in splurging on herself, her young stud, Curtis, and her friends. She ordered two more corn whiskeys. She joined her man again by an open table, and they drank and talked.
Nana was head over heels in love with Curtis, who she’d met eight months ago at the casino. He was an intriguing guy, tall and handsome. He’d initiated the conversation, she liked his personality, and as a lonely old woman, she soon became swept up in his charm and the sex. Whatever Curtis needed, she easily provided.
Nana was feeling hot and bothered. She wanted some dick. She was all over Curtis at the table. She fondled his crotch and put her tongue into his ear. “You ready to go, baby? And have mama tuck you in snugly tonight?” she asked him.
“Yeah, in a beat, honey. I just wanna finish this drink.” Curtis downed his liquor.
Nana continued touching him. Her promiscuous movements clearly indicated her needs. Curtis looked at her and smiled. “Hey, sexy, before we leave, let me rap to you about something.”
“What is it?”
“I hate to ask, but I’m short on my rent this month.”
“How much do you need now?”
“Four hundred.”
Nana went into her purse and pulled out her wad of cash. She then peeled off five hundred dollars and handed it over to Curtis, who took the money from her in a heartbeat with the brightest smile.
“You’re the best, gorgeous. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she declared.
She gave him the extra hundred because she could. To Nana, forty-five-year-old Curtis was her breathe-again man. But, in reality, he was a fraud and a con, a two-bit hustler and loser who had never worked a real job in his life. He knew he’d hit pay dirt with Rhonda.
Since the day they’d met, she had been tricking on him with money and gifts. Nana, or Rhonda to him, had become his sugar mamma. And he treated her wrinkled pussy like it was gold to him. Definitely an act, but a believable act to her. He was also growing weary fucking the old bitch and wanted one last payday from her before he left her completely and headed to Baltimore with his younger, sexier chick.
Two hours after midnight, the two left the lounge together. She climbed into his old ’67 Chevy Impala and went to a cheap motel for a night of lovemaking. An hour later, Curtis was fucking her from the back, a position he frequently performed on her, so there wouldn’t be any eye contact as he was inside of her. Nana loved it, being on all fours and taking a big dick hard like stone from a man twenty-something years younger, thrusting in and out of her.
Usually, he would eat her pussy, but tonight’s treat had been absent. She wasn’t complaining though. He fucked her vigorously, and they went from doggy-style to her on top, riding his dick like a surfer on a wave.
Soon, he made her pussy come like a dam had burst open, and Nana was having almost the perfect orgasm. She shuddered immensely on top of him, her manicured nails digging into his chest as she felt such a needed release.
He smacked her firm ass and then pushed her off the dick. He needed a cigarette.
Nana lay next to him, completely satisfied. Her smile could light a dark room. She exhaled.
Curtis took a puff from his cigarette and shared it with her. The two lay on the bed feeling a post-coital moment. Subsequently, the pillow talk began, with Curtis saying, “Time is winding down with this business I want to invest in.”
“And how much you need again?” she asked.
“A hundred thousand dollars.”
Curtis was pressuring her to help him invest into buying a nightclub with a friend. A man named G-G was selling his nightclub for two hundred thousand dollars. The place already had a name and reputation, and G-G simply wanted to retire a well-off man. They needed some startup money; he would put in a hundred thousand, and so would his friend.
But Nana didn’t have it. And now, all her lies were catching up to her. In the beginning, she had told Curtis that she was a wealthy woman that had sold her successful business for millions over a decade ago, and she was living off the interest. He had been pretty much begging for the money for over a month now.
“I need to talk to my accountant,” she said.
“Rhonda, you told me the same thing last week. I really need this money, or else, this opportunity of a lifetime will slip from my hands, and G-G gonna sell the club to someone else.”
Rhonda didn’t know what to tell him. She felt stupid lying to him. Now the frustration was building up, and she didn’t want to lose him over a lie. “I’ll get you the money,” she said.
“When?” he asked harshly.
“I just need some time, baby. That’s all.”