“That’s it. Fuck me!” Rain demanded, and an orgasm snuck up on her.
After a while, DP slowed down to enjoy the sheer joy of sliding in and out of her and simply admiring her ass, but Rain wasn’t having it, so she took over. She began popping back and forth on his dick, loving the sound of her wet pussy as her ass slammed against him. She wanted it harder and faster.
“Stop fuckin’ around and give me that big dick.”
It took all he had, all his will, all his power and definitely all the energy he had, but DP fucked Rain every way she told him to and for as long as she wanted it, which allowed her multiple orgasms before he tapped out.
When she was done with him, Rain got up, got dressed and was about to leave when he called her from the bed.
“Can I see you again?”
“I got your card,” Rain said and left him lying there.
One night, Rain was at J.R.’s, she was bored, horny and ready to fuck. So, she found DP’s card and she called him from a burner. After very little small talk, Rain got to the point.
“Look, I wanna fuck.”
“Just say when and where,” DP said excitedly.
“When is now, that’s why I’m calling, and where is the Park Hyatt.”
“I’m on my way.”
“Good. Hurry up,” Rain said and started to end the call.
“Lucy!” DP shouted.
“What?”
“What room you in.”
Rain laughed. “I’ll be waiting for you in The Living Room.”
“Huh?”
“It’s the hotel bar. Least you could do is buy a bitch a drink before you get this pussy,” Rain said and ended the call.
When he arrived, DP paid for the room and then went to The Living Room. After a couple of drinks, they went to the room and she proceeded to put it on him even better than before.
DP was hooked.
But after that, Lucy disappeared.
Since the only time that Lucy called, she called from a burner, DP had no way to contact her. All he had was a fuzzy picture he snuck and took of her that first night at the club.
DP hired someone to clean up the image and then he hired a private investigator to try and find Lucy. The investigator did everything he could to find her, but since she didn’t really exist, he was having problems. He even ran the image through facial recognition software. But since Lucy, aka Rain Robinson, never had a driver’s license and had never been arrested, that turned out to be a dead-end as well.
DP thought that he would never see her again. That all changed the day he showed the cleaned-up image to his childhood friend and business partner, Sterling. Before his mother died and he went to live with his father, DP came up hard in the streets with Sterling.
“Nigga, that’s Rain Robinson,” Sterling said and stepped back a little.
“You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me.”
“If it don’t, mutha fucka, it should.”
“Who the fuck is Rain Robinson?” he asked, and Sterling took his time telling his boy everything that he knew or had ever heard about Rain Robinson.
Now that DP knew her real name, he went back to his investigator and told him that he needed him to find out all he could about Rain Robinson.