Oson & Taleya (As You Wish #3)

Chapter 1

Taleya

“What am I writing on this thing again?” I ask my best friend Aasha.

“Did you take your shot?” she asks snappily.

“No. I was trying to remember what to write on this name card?” I snap back.

“Hoe, take the damn shot first, loosen your stiff ass up, then I’ll tell you,” she says while playfully rolling her eyes.

I roll my eyes back, hard, then walk to the table by the door with the drinks labeled Cum Shots.

It’s only whipped vodka, but the name keeps with the theme of the night.

I let Aasha drag my ass to a sex party and I don’t have time for this.

I fuck. I have sex and I love my toys but I don’t need a party or audience to buy them. But nevertheless, I down two shots.

Hopefully, that’ll make me want to be here.

We’re at a Bedroom Vixen party hosted by one of Aasha’s coworkers who is a consultant.

To match the sexy vixen theme, we were told to dress in black lingerie or black sleep attire and bring an open mind and money to spend.

Even though it’s cold as hell out, I came on theme with my black two-piece boxer and tee set, hidden under my peacoat when we first got here.

I brought cash just in case my spirit moves me to buy anything.

Before heading back to the sectional, I grab two more shots and stop by the food table to grab another snack tray.

Besides needing something in my stomach to absorb the vodka, I also just want more food.

There are mini, individual appetizer trays with seafood pasta salad, meatballs, and wings on the food tables.

The meatballs and wings are on point, and honestly, the only things keeping my ass in this house.

I’m tired as hell.

After six hours of clinicals, all I wanted to do was shower and sleep for a few hours before my shift tonight.

As a third-year student in the Pharm.D. program at Crescent Falls University, my days are spent completing my required hours of Introductory Pharmacy Practice Experiences.

I’m currently doing them at the twenty-four-hour pharmacy, Rx-R-Us.

When I leave there, I shower, eat, and nap so I can be refreshed and ready for work.

I’m a VIP server at the hottest nightclub in the city, Black Diamonds.

The VIP section at Black Diamonds is elite.

There’s a two-bottle minimum with twenty-five percent gratuity and the bottles are definitely not cheap.

Our regulars include ballers, celebrities, artists, and deep pockets in the city.

Their generous tips pay my bills and tuition, so I have to make sure I’m on when I step foot in VIP.

This little sex party is interrupting my nap time and therefore can affect my attitude and money tonight. I’m truly only here because Aasha begged me. Her sister Leesha was supposed to accompany her but Leesha’s baby is sick so that left me, her bestie, as her voluntold-plus one.

As soon as I hand Aasha the shot, she clinks it against mine. We take them to the head then I sit. Her greedy ass reaches for the tray before my ass is fully on the sectional. She pulls the lid off and grabs a wing.

“The seafood salad is for you,” I scoff.

“Hell, I wanted a wing. They look good as shit,” she says before taking a bite. “And taste even better. What flavor is this?”

While tapping the lid of the labeled tray with my nail, I tell her, “Reading is fundamental, trick. It says hot honey.” Her mouth is stuffed with my chicken so she can’t speak but she definitely rolls her eyes.

“Okay!” the hostess yells lightly. “It’s time to get this sexy party started.

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Icelyn, your fine ass Bedroom Vixen hostess this evening.

Before we get started, has everyone had a cum shot?

” she asks and the response is loud and clear.

We’ve all had at least one, but from the rambunctiousness in this living room, it’s clear most of us have had more.

“Then let’s have some fun with introductions. We’re going in order and you just need to read what you wrote on the card,” Icelyn says.

“Oh, well I need a pen,” one of the ladies says.

“Me too,” another one says and Icelyn hands out the missing pens.

“I’ll give y’all five more minutes then,” Icelyn says and I sigh in relief.

I forgot about the damn card.

“What did you put?” I ask Aasha.

“Something quick. Hi, I’m Aasha. I love to eat apples and I have good ass,” she says, then shrugs. “A is hard and boring. What you got Miss T?”

“I don’t know, hell. Maybe… I’m Taleya. I love to eat tiramisu and I have good…top,” I say and she howls.

“Bitch! Not top. I’m screaming.”

“Shit. We’re at a sex party, so sloppy top it is. Titties and thighs didn’t sound right.”

“True, I guess. But tiramisu? You don’t even eat that shit,” she huffs.

“You’re not with me all the damn time,” I quip.

“Please! I’m with you enough.”

“Well, that’s my answer,” I say, standing on my lie. I’ve never eaten any tiramisu. I’m just trying to be creative with the letter T.

She shushes me loudly. “We’re trying to start introductions,” she says with a grin and I shrug.

Icelyn starts the introductions and the first one definitely fits the vibe check.

“Hi. I’m Patra. I love to eat penises and I have pretty pussy,” she says and a collective “okay,” fills the living room.

The introductions continue, and after I go, Icelyn claps. “The secret letter was T, and as the only one in the room, you get a special free gift,” she says, to my surprise.

“Okay! That’s my bestie!” Aasha squeals. “Get your prize,” she urges while patting my back. I stand and step to the front. Icelyn hands me a black velvet satchel with what feels like a small bottle inside. “Let us see,” Aasha yells.

In front of everyone, I open the satchel and pull out the bottle.

“This is our top selling product, Oh Hell Yes!” Icelyn explains as I look at it.

I twist the top and she stops me. “I have one to sample. Don’t open yours,” she says and I happily place it back into the bag.

She grabs a bottle from her product display table then squeezes a drop onto my forearm as she explains the product.

“This is a dual product: vaginal wall tighter and orgasm enhancer. It’s hypoallergenic and all-natural.

All you need is a pea-sized amount ten minutes before the action begins.

Trust me when I say a little goes a long ass way. ”

After I rub the soft smooth gel on my arm, I smell it. It’s odorless and slick. I try to imagine it on my pussy.

As I walk back to my spot on the sofa, Icelyn passes the sample bottle around and everyone tries it. The moment Aasha does, she turns to me.

“I’m definitely getting some of this shit,” she says.

The party continues and Icelyn gains a lot of sales.

I even buy a bottle of toy cleaner, a rose, and something called Double Trouble.

Between classes, clinicals, and work, a real man is the last thing I have time for.

Men require time, attention, and convo. I don’t have the time nor energy for either.

These men require too much, and sometimes, I simply need an orgasm to relieve my stress.

My toys and fingers lack words, emotions, and requests. They just do what I need.

After saying goodbye to Icelyn, I grab another snack tray for the road, then hug Aasha before heading out.

“See, you had fun,” Aasha says.

“I can’t lie; I had fun. Now I need to take my ass home and get ready for tonight. You stopping by?”

“Hell yes. I need to see if mister tall, fine, and thugged-out shows up. It’s Friday night,” she says, then pokes her tongue out.

“Why? He doesn’t allow anyone in his section and he barely talks,” I tell her.

“He talks to you though,” she counters.

“Barely five words.”

“Five more than anybody else gets. I like that grumpy shit and so do you.”

“He’s a customer and you know I don’t entertain or fuck with any of them.”

“Ma’am. You have eyes and a coochie with cobwebs, he should be the exception,” she huffs before hugging me again.

My bestie may be hella extra but she’s telling the truth.

I have two eyes with damn near perfect vision.

I’ve definitely seen the mysterious fine man who’s been coming into Black Diamonds for the past few weekends.

It’s the same every Friday and Saturday night.

He reserves his section in advance, arrives at ten, gets his bottle of top shelf bourbon, ice, and a coke, observes, then leaves at midnight.

The first Friday night he entered VIP, every server was on him.

Between his understated but clearly designer jeans and chocolate shirt, his Diamonds platinum chain with sparkling Diamonds in his ear, smooth ass mocha skin, trimmed mustache and small goatee, and his elaborately inked neck, he was perfection.

He barely uttered a word but the rasp in his deep voice mixed with the hint of an accent from a place down south was sexy and mesmerizing.

I could have listened to him all night but he didn’t offer more.

He did, however, tip generously as hell.

On top of the already included gratuity, he left another three bills.

He returned that Saturday and did the same.

We have our regulars in the club and we definitely get newbies who are just visiting. They all proudly and loudly let us know who they are, but not him. He’s a total mystery and I can’t lie, that’s intriguing as fuck.