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  SAPPHO INTL

  songs of silk I

  signature series by

  MVXX.AMILLIVN

  SAPPHO INTL: SONGS OF SILK I

  ISBN: 978-1507779255

  Copyright ©2015 by Maxx.Amillian

  All Rights Reserved.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious.

  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  Volume 1 Ed. 2

  Published & Distributed in conjunction with Amazon & Crxwn Empire Media.

  Edited by Maxx.Amillian.

  Cover Art Novel Design by Maxx.Amillian.

  Contents

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  8

  9

  10

  11

  12

  13

  The series is dedicated to my wife,

  the love of my life- NinaStarr

  1

  "The answer’s in the body of a woman..."

  There was no question about the origin of the divine creature that lay before me. That the gods and goddesses had come together to place this one onto her own special pedestal. To touch upon her petals with divine hands. And to deliver her magnificence among us mere mortals as they applauded.

  The real question was why and how had I been so lucky to become acquainted with her tonight? I paused for a second to savor her and it seemed that the whole galaxy stopped to seek life’s purposes along with me.

  And in this moment all of life’s secrets began to reveal itself. Her countenance held the spotlight gently, as her eyes beamed of the glory that had delivered her. Her bosom was a pure and golden bust formed with the tender loving care of the highest celestial order and her legs a graceful display of the magnificence of the heavenly hosts. The curves of her hips were forged and kindled of steel, yet sprinkled gently with the fire of charity. This seraph that lay before me was a triumphant tribute to the delicate tipping of the scales of universal creation versus aspiration—she was perfect balance manifested into form.

  "The reason for life? All the answers are right here… ", I affirmed as I began to trace a trail of kisses from her navel to the electric halo that glowed slickly between her legs.

  "…and here…and here..." I kissed the inside of her thighs and the beauty mark that lived there, as she writhed with want for me. “It’s all right here..."

  In less than three years’ time, I’d gone from slinging cocktails to laying claim to the manager’s office in the Sapphire Lounge—one of the hottest and most exclusive lesbian clubs in Atlanta.

  The music here was live. The ladies were thirsty and the nights were fast here at the Sapphire. And this spicy Puerto Rican angel was one of many divine go-go dancers known to work the cage.

  On any given night, these dancers could be seen popping, twerking and slinking within the vertical bars of their circular domain. But with the full moon glistening and all the freaks out, they all danced like wild and hungry animals. They gritted their teeth and showed their fangs. But it seemed that this one had even managed to wonder from her cage and into my own personal care to be fed—and as only another female could give it to her.

  As the leader of the pack, I tried my damndest to uphold and maintain a professional environment within the club. But I was a sucker for a beautiful woman. And with a femme employed as gorgeous as this angelic dancer, it was just too easy to slide into bad behavior.

  She’d been eyeing me all night and I could tell that all of her moves were for me. The steel of the bars, the sweat, and the excitement of the crowd was no match, as they all began to melt away with each and every sway of her hips. She had me in her targets as I shook hands with some of our most valued patrons. And tossed sly smiles to me as I escorted high-paying donors to the V.I.P. And as I made my way back to the blue-lit tunnel that concealed the back of house, she’d found a way to intercept me.

  Was it wrong for me to give in? To mix business with pleasure and overstep the manager-employee boundaries? How’d I even manage to keep getting away with my midnight rendezvous’ when I knew the owners could be lurking around any corner of the club on any given night?

  For all the questions that I might’ve had, tonight I found meaning amidst the slopes of her curves. And her confessions came with baited breadth; which leapt at each truth emerged by each and every kiss and peck.

  ".…your body…it speaks..." I kissed the inside of her other thigh, as the tip of my lips ran slowly past the mound that kept and held the keys to the upper chambers of knowledge and wisdom. "...And I don’t mind listening to its secrets."

  "Oh my god..." She cried and tilted her head to the ceiling, as her body began to shudder with a wanting that only the tip of my tongue could soothe to pacify.

  And now as the house music of the club reverberated through the main room and into my office, the bass dared to add another pulse to the heat that was intensifying between the long and sexy legs that my square and hardened jaws presently lay.

  The night might’ve been gradually drawing to a close for the Sapphire but her legs were willingly winding open and welcoming me to part and purse her lips.

  “Oh, Silk!”

  My lips finally met her lap, as she inhaled deeply through clenched teeth and exhaled the yearning that had been building within her all night.

  And she quickly became a mouthful, as I began to swirl a spell within her essence.

  “Oh, yes papi yes…” She chorused with the whips and tilts of my tongue, as her body’s vessel danced within the trance.

  Her soul received my enchantment and her body responded with resounding pleasure, as she opened her dancer’s legs wider to receive me.

  She was now under my tongue’s rolled hypnosis. And like a charmed snake to a flute, her chloë was out of the basket and swaying to my tongue’s mesmeric rhythm.

  I clutched and lead her hips movements, as I slipped up and down between billowed folds. And I molded the whole of my tongue within her, as moans of satisfaction escaped her.

  “Coño…papi chulo…you feel so good...”

  She murmured gently, like her spirit was speaking in tongues and her soul was rising. And we felt the edges of heaven together as the streams of perpetual bliss echoed throughout her garden.

  “Ooh papito…”

  Her fingers were now seizing and urging the edges of the desk’s mahogany to never let this moment end. And so was her heart’s beat, as I lovingly plucked her left brown and round nipple and strummed my four fingers along the other. I strummed her chord as though it was the most, sweetest acoustic guitar and this was my greatest love song. And the wetness that came with her hymn’s crescendo would stream and glisten to hasten moisture to my lips; and would confirm that she was at the brink of meeting her climax.

  “…Silk, baby, that’s the spot!”

  “Please, don’t move…don’t stop…papito.”

  The pure essence of her spirit was begging to burst free. But the night was still young, and I knew she could endure. So I calmed my rising nature to prolong her cumming, so that we could soar together for just a little longer.

  I gingerly blew a cooling wind into her mounting flame to soothe the climbing, building within. Then I began to breathe her in and to suck her in scandalously, as we would continue to dance this dance together.

  “Oh, that feels so good!” She groaned as her body rocked.

  She desperately clung to my mane as we climbed harmonious scales to dangerous heights and with ever-increasing speed.

  My head continued to bob, as my jaws accepted to ingest her inside aura in and our light ene
rgy began to radiate the dim office.

  I found her sweet spot quickly. And now held the key, as she arched her back resplendent with the heat of her own ecstasy. And with wings fully extended, she was wide open and flying at the speed of light.

  My angel was thoroughly undone and now more than willing to surrender to me the full glory of the pearly gates.

  She provoked my tongue to flick and flutter her wildly, like a butterfly’s wings in the wind. And to kiss and pull in the puffed up lips of her vertical smile, to brim into a full fledge grin.

  And like I had blown a growing wind into an iridescent bubble, she was now filled and rising higher and higher towards the ceiling.

  “Oh, Silk…right there…I’m about to…” Her voice trailed.

  Then just as my lips held and tongue tapped in time to ring the bell that tolled for her veritable and inevitable cumming—I heard the employee exit door open and close. And heavy footsteps began to echo down the small hallway.

  I stopped abruptly.

  “Oh shit, Silk, please don’t stop…”

  I looked up at the small security monitor to our right, as the tips of my streams of hair tickled the insides of her thighs. And her hands desperately tugged at brick-hardened nipples, as she swooned and begged for me to continue.

  “Fuck…papito, I was just about to cum…”

  My eyes squinted to see two men in stiff, black suits making their way in quick strides to my office door.

  One of the men I recognized as the man who interviewed me for the position three years ago. I remembered him because he looked like the Mister Clean guy—but way more fabulous.

  The fabulous Mister Clean man knocked firmly on the door.

  “Shh!” I mouthed the words and motioned to the dancer by placing my index finger over my own mouth.

  The go-go dancer lifted up in frustration and glared at me with daring eyes. So I slowly slipped my finger in her mouth in silence to appease her, as she kneaded the moisture within her lap.

  I gazed deeply into her beautiful brown eyes, as if we were exchanging moans in the throes of a very private conversation. And she pulled my finger from her lips slowly, like she had been sucking on a strawberry blowpop and was savoring the flavor of it.

  A second knock could be heard, but those eyes. I couldn’t help but to be reeled back into our haze. So I re-engaged her, as I took her breasts between my lips. And she tilted her head towards the ceiling, with closed eyes and a gaping mouth, and began to silently move my fingers to slip in and out of her at a frantic pace.

  And as we pumped together, I could feel the rush of her internal swelling pushing against my fingertips inside.

  She was determined to finish this and I was more than willing to let her.

  But the fabulous Mister Clean man on the other side of the door did not share our sentiment.

  His leather shoes squeaked to cast a shadow, as he stepped forward to presumably place his ear nearer to the office door. And then he knocked loudly once again.

  He was convinced that someone was inside and was not going away.

  “Coño!” My angel whispered in frustration and then glanced at the door. Then she looked back at me with eyebrows clenched, begging me to continue the culmination of her sweet release.

  With hips grinding and her engorged lips binding to the palm of the hand that commanded my rotating fingers inside of her, I again began to insert my finger into her mouth to quiet her growing moans.

  But I had to relieve the pressure of the growing impatience that stood beyond the doorway, so I finally inquired, “Who is it?”

  “Headquarters,” the fabulous Mister Clean man said, firmly.

  I slowly removed my fingers from her mouth, as she licked its exit; and then she clenched her legs in frustration, as I ejected the fingers that served to penetrate her.

  I licked its glistening dew and quickly pointed towards the office bathroom, as I slipped on my slick Armani v-neck tee.

  “One second.”

  “Fuck!” She said under her breath along with a few other mumbled curses, as she tiptoed to the private bathroom.

  I wiped away the trickling stream of saccharine juices that coated and flowed down my mouth and chin, as she made her way into the bathroom and shut the door, swiftly yet quietly.

  I took a second to even out my breathing and my racing heartbeat. And as I opened the office door slowly, I forced the words “Hi” out of my mouth.

  “PrimaDonna has requested to see you immediately.” The fabulous Mister Clean man commanded.

  Then, without waiting for my response, they both abruptly turned to lead me down the small hallway in the opposite direction from whence they came in.

  What could the owner, my boss whom I’d never even met before, possibly want to speak with me about at three o’clock in the morning?

  I immediately sensed a nauseating feeling rising up within my belly. Was I finally caught up in my many late night rendezvous with the club’s go-go dancers and club-goers? I’d been very discrete about my affairs, but there was always whispers and gossip. Had the owners caught wind that I’d been using the premises as my own personal playground? Was I about to get canned?

  I began to straighten my hair and clothes quietly, as I followed them. And desperately attempted to come down from my high, so that I could process whatever was coming my way with some sense of sanity.

  But I was nowhere near prepared for this meeting; as I was still very wet and could feel the swish between my legs, within my boxer briefs, as we quickly proceeded.

  I followed them in silence and total confusion towards a lit “EXIT” sign above the door that lead to the back alley of the club. The red light flickered, as if to signify and confirm that bad news was sure to follow such a hasty and late night meeting with one of the owners of the Sapphire Lounge.

  I had heard rumors of the status of the owners from one of the bartenders that worked a little longer at the club than I did. But I’d never seen any of them in person. The bartender said that when the Sapphire first opened, the owners were a constant presence at the club. That they were a well-kept and well-traveled group of women. They were always in a rush to catch their private jets and didn’t mind dressing to the nines no matter the time of day.

  PrimaDonna seemed to be the one at the forefront of the club’s design and operations and this was not the way that I imagined meeting such a prestigious woman, if it ever came down to it.

  We finally stopped at the end of the hallway, right in front of the red, flickering “EXIT” sign and there was a door that before now had mysteriously gone unnoticed. It was strange, because I know I had to have passed this door a million times but sub-consciously, I must’ve simply assumed that it was a utility closet.

  One of the men opened the lock with a brass skeleton key which was pulled from his pants pocket. The door was opened and a dim light came on in the small room.

  The man instructed for me to have a seat while the other went out the back exit door of the building.

  I sat down in the stiff-back seat and immediately began to panic. I could feel it coming—trouble. And not just a tap-on-the-back-of-the-hand trouble, but the trouble that comes with careless recklessness. I was about to be held accountable for all of my mis-dealings. Weed sales to club patrons on the premises. Drinking on the job. Smoking on the job. Fucking on the job. Pick any one of them and I could kiss any type of references for a new job goodbye. And with my credit card debt, school loans, and hospital bills mounting, getting fired was the last thing that I needed right now.

  I know I knew better, but all of the side hustles at the club were my way of taking care of myself and my own. Ever since my mom and dad passed in the accident that left me alone sixteen years ago in Miami, my aunt was the only family that I had left. She did her best to raise me; to keep me in school and out of trouble. And overall, I would say she succeeded. But then a stray bullet to her head ensured that I learned the lesson that has stuck with me to this day—live hard
and look out for self first, because you never know when life will turn into a crazy ass snuff film.

  The streets were unforgiving in Miami and my aunt was a firsthand witness to its bipolar nature—a sunny palm tree paradise on the surface and with the flip of the coin, a gritty drug infested underbelly roaring to rear its ugly head.

  But my auntie was no stranger to it. The streets of Miami had claimed my auntie’s only daughter, as she’d o.d’d on a lethal mix of coke and pills after a night of hard partying. My aunt was devastated. And more than that—guilt-ridden. She told me that she felt like she could’ve paid her more attention, could’ve loved her more. So when she finally came to pick me up from the state ward, she said she’d never leave me alone. That I could always rely on her to be there for me.

  So they’d placed her on life support. The bullet had succeeded in robbing her of her faculties, but she would not let the bullet take her spirit and her will to live. I always thought it was her way of keeping her word to me. And since then, I vowed that I would do whatever it took to keep her hospital bills paid and to visit her, as often as I possibly could.

  Every other weekend, I’d ride I-95 to move a few zips and to keep up my end of the deal. But if I thought keeping that vow would be hard while I was working and dealing a little ganja on the side, what was I gonna do if I was fired?

  New Year’s had just passed, a few weeks ago, and as I heard the club’s back exit door open, I felt the draft of brisk, winter air pass from the hallway and into the office to bristle over the hairs of my arm. The door slammed shut and the walls of this hidden office began to close in on me. My heart began to beat so quickly that I thought it would jump up and out of my throat. It seemed as though I was losing it even before my fate had come to show its face.

  “Come on Silk, tighten up. Everything’s gonna be fine.” I consoled myself and began to take deep nasal breaths to level my breathing, as the sounds of footsteps echoed against the walls of the hallway.