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the band played slower
tunes. Charmaine pressed her body to Lorenzo and didn’t object when
his wide hands moved lower on her body. By the fourth song he
gently cupped her buttocks, rubbing his hands over the soft fabric
of her red leggings.
    “You look damn good, Charmaine,” Lorenzo
breathed in her ear. “I’m in pain because of you, girl.”
    “Then let’s make this party private.
Scotty’s hotel is right next door; a classy place,” Charmaine
whispered, her lips brushing his ear lobe. She did a bump and grind
against his pelvis that made him moan.
    “Let’s go,” he croaked.
    Lorenzo swiped perspiration from his
forehead and led them down a softly lit hallway leading to the
hotel lobby. In a few minutes the efficient registration clerk had
them checked into a room on the fourth floor. They went to the
elevator, got in and immediately started kissing and groping each
other. Charmaine giggled as the strong man pressed her against the
wall.
    “Slow down, baby. We don’t want to finish up
before we get started,” Charmaine said.
    “No worries, girl. I’m an all night man,
just like that bunny with those batteries. I can keep going,”
Lorenzo bragged. He licked her neck and rubbed her breast
roughly.
    “Well alright then,” Charmaine replied with
enthusiasm.
    The elevator bumped to a stop and the doors
slid open. Another couple brushed past them into the elevator, the
man with his face averted. The man didn’t have to worry. Lorenzo
barely noticed him. He was too intent on pulling Charmaine to Room
407. He mumbled a few curse words when they had to walk farther
down the hall than he’d expected. Lorenzo shoved the key card into
the lock.
    “We’re in the House of Pleasure, girl. Now
come here.” Lorenzo pulled Charmaine against his body with one long
arm and shoved the door shut with the other.
    “Take charge,” Charmaine whispered as he
lifted her from the floor.
    She wrapped her legs around him and kissed
him hard. Lorenzo moaned, breathing hard in between trying to pull
open her top with his teeth. He let her slide to the floor and
Charmaine pushed away from him. She dropped her small purse on the
dresser against one wall. Then she undid the tie of the sheer
cardigan she wore over a black camisole. Lorenzo pulled at his
clothes without taking his gaze from Charmaine’s striptease
performance. She went to the night stand and hit the button on a
clock radio. A thumping R&B tune poured through the compact,
but excellent speakers. Then she resumed her dance. Charmaine took
off her cami and leggings. She swayed to the music wearing only
panties and a bra the color of Louisiana hot sauce.
    “You know how to move,” Lorenzo said. With
quick movements he draped his clothes over the chair next to the
small desk in the room. He’d stripped down and wore only silky
black underwear.
    Charmaine gazed at the impressive bump
straining against the fabric of his briefs. “You know how to
impress.”
    “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, girl,” Lorenzo
growled.
    “Then bring it,” Charmaine replied.
    In a flash his long legs brought him across
the short space between them. Lorenzo yanked open the front hooks
of her bra. Charmaine flinched at the rough treatment, but only
briefly. She shrugged to allow the straps to fall from her
shoulders as her breasts bounced free. Lorenzo groaned and sank to
his knees. Charmaine cradled his head in both her hands and looked
into his eyes. She murmured softly to him, a string of commands
mixed in with lusty bedroom talk. Before long, the big man was
under her control. He told her what she wanted to know.
    After thirty minutes of questioning,
Charmaine started to fill his mind with false erotic memories. Then
she stepped away to examine him again.
    “Since we’re here and you’re so awesomely
equipped, why don’t I see if you told the truth,” Charmaine said
softly. “I’m gonna have you prove you’re an all night man.”
     
    ****
     
    The next morning Charmaine