The Chaux

The Chaux

Status: Finished

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Status: Finished

Genre: Other

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Welcome to my new series - The Chaux! (Pronounced "shaw") Take a ride through this urban, gated community where we follow the lives of three friends. Each on a journey to find out who they are and what direction their lives are going in. In the midst of this journey, they will find love, lust, jealousy, envy, hate and even death. Which character will you relate to?...

Summary

Welcome to my new series - The Chaux! (Pronounced "shaw") Take a ride through this urban, gated community where we follow the lives of three friends. Each on a journey to find out who they are and what direction their lives are going in. In the midst of this journey, they will find love, lust, jealousy, envy, hate and even death. Which character will you relate to?...

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Submitted: January 01, 2014

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Submitted: January 01, 2014

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“BLUE 22…BLUE 22….HUT..HUT!! Sounds of running and grunting, echoing through the park. “I’m open!” one yells.  He’s running with his orange sleeveless shirt and grey mesh shorts blowing through the wind as if he was a sprinter after the gun sounded.  Right in his footsteps was his defender, wearing grey jogging pants and a black sleeveless T, that hugged his body.  Out of the distance comes a football spiraling towards him.  The words “That’s you, baby! That’s you!”  bellowed behind the oval object.The runner extends his arms to make the catch.  “Aaaaaahhh!!” he shouts as the football falls between his fingers and he tumbles to the ground.  To make things worse, the man trailing him tumbled as well….elbow-first, on top of him.  “Aaah shit!!”  “Banner, get yo ass off me!” he yelled.  Banner, breathing heavy, rolls over as if offended stating , “ Shut up, Connor!  Yo punk ass  is aiight.”  He continues to add insult to injury by using poor Connor as leverage to get off the ground by placing his hand on his ribs and pushing himself up.  Connor grumbles “Arrrgh, mutha, getdafuck!”  Connor sits up in disgust and disappointment wondering why he didn’t’ make that catch.  Trotting toward him, in a red Under Armor shirt and black joggers was Arkin. “I threw it right to you , you had it. what happened? “ he asked.  Refusing to take blame, Connor motions to Banner stating “Grossburger, over here had pass interference like a muthafucker.”  “Whatever!”, Banner shot back.  “Yo ass couldn’t catch a cold if you was in the sick ward at the County.”  Arkin laughed, “Hell, naw , he couldn’t.”  Connor himself had to laugh at that.  Banner pulls Connor up by the hand, “Let’s go wrap this food up, so we can go, boy.” “Alright.” Connor chuckled in approval.  As they walked toward the picnic area, Connor continued to defend himself by bringing up stories of days past.  “Ya’ll know, back in high school, it woulda been a done deal.” Connor bragged while in the Heisman trophy pose. “I was good”.  “Were you?” replied Arkin “Or did everybody else not know how to play?” “Haaaaa!” laughed Banner.  “C’mon , A, you seen me play back then.” said Connor.  “Yes, I did Playa. I did.” Arkin admitted with a smile.  “But that was then, bro.  This is now.  Let it go. We can’t go and get it like we used to.”  Banner interrupts, “We could play pro ball like those other cats if we really wanted to”.  “Maybe” agrees Arkin, “but they didn’t stop like we did.  You know how long it would take to get that conditioning back? I like where we are. Trust me, we’re in a good place”.  And they were.  They were young, successful men, living comfortable lives. They have been friends with one another since the cradle. They have attended the same elementary school, high school and college.  I guess saying these three were BEST friends would be an understatement.  They were about as close to being relatives as one could be without any blood ties. Even as adults, they stay in the same neighborhood….Robichaux Park, a pretty quiet, gated urban community filled with hardworking families.  It is a neighborhood definitely fitting for diligent gentlemen such as these.

Connor Stevens is only 26 years of age and has done pretty well for himself.  Despite his regrets of never having an NFL legacy, he has become a very successful realtor.  It is a profession he studied under the tutelage of his mother, Tonya Stevens, a very well known agent in the world of real estate.  Connor is often deemed a “pretty boy” because of his light complexion and light brown eyes.  He stays in shape by studying the art of Tae Kwon Do, which gives his 6’0, 195 lb. frame, the stature and definition of an athlete. Connor keeps his hair cut, his hands manicured and feet pedicured at all cost. In his words, “they are tools of the trade”. It does make sense.  He has to be presentable at any given time to potential home buyers. Not to mention, he is single, so you best believe a lot of the details he put into himself and refers to as “tools” are for the women he may run across during an open house, as well. Now, when it comes to the opposite sex, he is somewhat of a Casanova.  He never tries to break the heart of any woman, but any woman that has been with him knows he’ll never be tied down to just one woman.  The only person to call him on it is Banner.

Banner Hughes is an all around good guy. He is more giving OF himself than he is TO himself, which Connor considers a downfall of Banner’s.  He is a thriving, 24 year old accountant at a prestigious downtown law firm. Banner is also a very happily married man.  Two years ago, he and his wife, Leah, gave birth to their daughter, Simone.  Banner has been a changed man ever since. He has taken up the art of  boxing to stay in shape,  always stressing how he wants to be there for Simone – her provider, protector, to run around and keep up with her.  At 6’2, 210lbs., I doubt Simone will have any worries. His drive to be there for Simone has also given him a more definitive look from a physical stand point, which Leah is very happy to see when he comes home.  The only person that is as protective of Simone as Banner is, it’s her godfather, Arkin.

Arkin Lane is what you might call the glue of the crew.  Everyone has that one person in their circle that if they’re not around, things just don’t seem right or the night just isn’t fun if they are not there.  That’s who Arkin is.  If there is uncertainty, he’s there to guide it. If there is a beef, he’s there to squash it. He has a way with words and people  like to listen. I guess it is only fitting he uses that skill as a profession.  Arkin is a writer for the marketing department at an advertising agency.  At 25, he is the youngest in his department. Not much into athletics as he used to be, his hobby of choice is an avid knife collector. Arkin is a very private person, though.  His friends know he has a girlfriend that is working on her Masters in college, but that is it.  He has always been quite, always been a man of  peace and poetry. He is trustworthy, but still in some ways considered sneaky.

“I agree”, continues Conner, “we are in a good place, a great place.  We know quite a few from the old neighborhood that didn’t get this far. Ya’ll know I’m just spit-balling about football”.  “Don’t trip”, said Banner. “There’s nothing wrong with reminiscing, bro”. As they approach the picnic area, a voice says, mockingly, ”Well, if you’re done with reminiscing and embarrassing yourselves, can you help rap this food up?”  It was Banner’s wife, Leah, sitting and smirking at the picnic table in her denim dress and with K-Swiss sneakers. Banner  replied with a grin, ”Here we come”

 Leah was a sweet and nurturing woman, the kind of woman you bring home to momma.  Her and Banner have been in love with one another since before college.  She was a popular one in school, head cheerleader, honor student, and all around perfect girl in high school.  She had braces her junior year, but still had the smile to make guys weak. Leah is head to toe gorgeous, like Vanessa Williams kid sister or something.. It was only right she be with someone big, strong and athletic as Banner. One can honestly say he truly loves her. Arkin never seen a man so devoted to someone, not even his parents.

Next to Leah at the table, making  to-go plates was Connor’s mom,  Ms. Stevens. “Hey, Mom…what do you have going on here?”asked Connor.  “Nothing”, she replied.  I’m just making sure everybody get some of this food to take home with them.  I don’t want it going to waste”.  “Thank you,  Ms. Stevens”, said Banner.  “Yes, thank you so much”, followed Arkin.  “It’s no problem, I’m glad to do it”, she replied.  “Thank you all for inviting me. I like small immediate gatherings like this, not a whole lot of people.  This is cozy”.  “Wait a minute, now”, interrupts Banner. “You know you gotta come to my birthday party next weekend.  It will be plenty of people there”. “No it won’t”, jokes Connor. “It’ll be just us, party bout as big as this table here”. Banner laughs, ”Shut up”.  Ms. Stevens chuckles,” I’ll be there, I promise”. Banner smiles, ”Cool”.  “Man, this is more barbecue than I thought”, said Connor. “Yeah”, said Arkin. “We not gon’ eat all this. I’ll take some of this and give to some homeless people”. “Right” agreed Banner. “No sense in this going all to waste. Make sure they get some of this corn on the cob and hot dogs, too”.  Stacking two plates, “Let me put this in the car and I’ll come and rap up some more”, said Arkin. “I’ma grab these two plates here”, followed Connor.  “Well, I need to get going”, says Ms. Stevens.  “I have a potential buyer coming to look at a house about 4 o’clock”.  “Gimme my hugs”. “Okay, Mama Stevens, (hugging) you be careful”, says Leah.  “I will”, she replied. Banner hugging,”Thanks for coming out”.  Arkin embraces,  “Always good to see you”.  “You too”, she replied. Connor kisses her on the cheek, ”Be careful, okay?  I’ll call you later”. She replies, ”Alright, baby”, as she walks and gets in her car.

 

The Appointment

 

You can tell Ms. Tonya Stevens is all about business when you see her driving her Lincoln MKZ. She is a name-brand type of woman, sporting her Prada shades and Dooney &Burke handbag.  You would think she had stake in the Donna Karan enterprise from the pastel-pink button down shirt she wore, along with the denim blue jeans to match.  Setting the outfit off with a pair of grey Nike runners that had a pink swoosh. Most will admit, she’s got it going on for herself.  At the age of 45, beautiful , independent and  gainfully employed.  As a single mother, she raised Connor by herself.  She married once, but divorced a few years later. She is without a doubt one of the hardest working women out there. She pulls in to the parking lot of her condo. Out of the car, with door keys in hand,  ready to enter her place and get changed so she can make this sale final. She enters the building and checks for mail in her mailbox.  Thumbing through the contents she removed from her mailbox, with a shrug she closes the box and she takes the stairs to the second floor and opens the door to her very lavish condo. Believe me, when entering her place, you know right away she is a woman of luxury. She has a truly spacious living area, with Kohler and Kallista fixtures to Bosch appliances and more. Bamboo floors, leather furniture, granite countertops in the kitchen, a terrace with a view, a fireplace - a place that really defines her type of style. She opens one of the envelopes of mail while kicking of her gym shoes and undressing.  Reading with little concern, she lays the letter on the living room table and unbuttons her shirt. Tonya removes it and  lets it fall to the floor  and unhooks her brassiere. Letting it fall also, she unbuttons her jeans and slides them down to her ankles, pulling her feet out of the bottoms of the denim and removing her sock in the process. With nothing on, but a pair of black-laced boy shorts, she gathers all of her clothing that has fallen and walks into the bathroom  to toss them into the closet hamper. Tonya turns on the water to hop in the shower to freshen up for her appointment. She turns on the small mounted television in the bathroom and listens to the news as she showers.  “BREAKING NEWS ENTERING OUR NEWSROOM AT THIS TIME,” says the anchorman. “ONE DEAD AND TWO WOUNDED IN THE 5700 BLOCK OF SOUTH HALSTED.  THE WOUNDED VICTIMS ARE BOTH MALE AND 18 YEARS OF AGE, THE VICTIM WHO WAS FATALLY SHOT WAS A 17 YEAR OLD FEMALE, THE FAMILY HAS NOT YET BEEN NOTIFIED”. With a sigh, Ms. Stevens says, “Oh my God….when will this end?”  Letting the warmth of the water wash away and relax all that has covered her during the day, she grabs her loofah and squeezes a generous amount of liquid soap on to it and begins to scrub her body. From the nap of her neck to her pedicured feet, she made sure she didn’t miss an area.  She holds her head under the water to let it rinse away her lather and let the jets from the shower head massage her scalp.  She grabs the nozzle of the shower to turn the water off and reaches for a nearby towel.  She dabs her body dry and dries out as much of her hair as possible, then wrapping her hair with her towel.  She then takes some Neutrogena body oil and  pours it into her hand to rub it onto her body.  With an ample amount, she applies it to her shoulders, down to her forearms and back up to her chest and down to her stomach. Tonya rubs continuously to ensure all areas a have been touched. Then, applying some more to cover her buttocks , thighs and calves.  She takes a seat near her vanity to apply a peppermint lotion to her feet. She squeezes a generous amount onto her fingers and applies it to her left foot first, rubbing from the bottom heel to the ball of her foot.  Tonya rubs the lotion, giving herself somewhat of a massage, making sure the lotions reach between the toes and over the entire area of her foot.  She takes her right foot and repeats the same.  Ms. Stevens, then goes to her bathroom closet to grab another towel .  She raps it behind her and ties the ends of the towel on her right side. Tonya walks to her bedroom and enters her walk-in closet to pick out her clothing. DING-DONG…..DING-DONG…..DING.  Tonya startled, she looks at the clock on her nightstand to see what time it is.  She has an appointment to make and she doesn’t want anything or anyone to slow her down.  Ms. Stevens marches to her front door and looks through her peephole.  “Hmmm”, she says as she unlocks her door.  She turns the nob and opens the door while standing behind it with a smile and states, ”I wasn’t expecting you for at least another 20 minutes”.A gentleman responds, “I know you’re a busy woman, I thought the sooner I get here, the better”. Tonya then waves her hand, implying him to come in.  The gentleman accepts.  “Do you want something to drink?”, she asked.  “I’ll take some bottled water, if you got it” ,he answered.  “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” “No, not at all”, she replied.  “It’s the first door on the right”. The gentleman said, Thank you…excuse me”.  He entered the bathroom and closed the door.  Seconds later, sounds of the shower can be heard into the kitchen.  A bit puzzled, Ms. Stevens thought it was her imagination.  She gor the bottle of water he asked for out of her refrigerator and sat it on her kitchen counter.  She stared toward the hall, wondering if she was hearing things. Ms. Stevens walked out of her kitchen and toward her hallway to confirm what she was hearing. It was definitely the shower running.  She then walked to the bathroom door and listened to see what he may be up to. Turning the knob slightly, she pushes the door open.  Steam from the shower covers her face. She notices the clothing of the man in a pile on the floor next to his shoes. She looks toward the shower and said, “Exactly, what do you think you’re doing in my shower?”  The man turns the water off, steps out of the shower, completely exposing all of his extremities to her.  “I just wanted to get clean for you”, he replied.  She gazes down at his manhood and with a slight bite of her bottom lip, looks up into his eyes and says,” I’ve missed you, Arkin”. From the gaze she had in her eyes, it was apparent that this was the appointment she was trying to make.

Arkin responds,” I’ve missed you more, Ms. Tonya”, following his response with a kiss to her bottom lip and then her top lip and a kiss to both lips as a whole.  It was the type of kiss that turned her on because it was also a display of the way he kisses her lips below. As the water continued to drip from his body, he caressed her around her waist and kissed her gently along her neck. Tonya began to moan and moaned louder with every kiss, giving him a notion to take her any way he wanted to. With a slight bite of the neck, he picked her up around her 24 inch waist and carried her toward her bedroom.  Crossing the threshold, he put her down, right in front of her bed.  He stared into her eyes, removing her towel and letting it drop to her gorgeous toes, exposing the supple, caramel-complexion of her 5’0 frame.  They both embraced one another with passionate kisses. The water from Arkin’s body was beginning to adhere to hers.  He started to kiss along her neck again and Tonya’s moans began again.  Arkin stopped and went around her to pull back the burgundy covers of her queen-sized sleigh bed, exposing her exquisite taste, once again, with her 500 count, wine-colored bed sheets. He then, held her by her waist, sat her down and moved her body back so she could lye across the bed.  Arkin took one of Ms. Tonya’s feet and brought it close to his lips. The essence of the mint-scented lotion engulfed his nostrils, taunting him as if a freshly baked treat. He extended his tongue and let it roll around the French manicured tips of her toes. Arkin slid her pinky toe into his mouth, giving it the slightest suction.  “Mmmm”, Tonya moaned with approval of his oral actions. He then placed each toe into his mouth individually, giving each one a moment of undivided attention and pleasure.  Tonya moaned even loader with each movement to each toe. Arkin ended his foot worship with placing the big toe all the way into his mouth and letting his tongue tickle the bottom of it while inside. Tonya moaned in a way that almost eluded an irruption was about to occur.  With that reaction, Arkin removed her toe and started to kiss along her foot and ankle.  Tonya’s moans excited him and let him know he was doing everything right. She loved the way he felt, kissing and sucking on her.  It not only felt good, but it made her feel a sense of sensual security with him. It let her know that she was in the hands of a man that was carnally confident and knew how to take care of her every desire. Arkin began to lay his body on the bed as he continued to work his way up, along her leg. “Ah…oooohh”, she uttered.  Arkin’s kisses approach her inner thigh, a place that is highly sensitive to Ms. Stevens.  “Uh…uh…ohh”, she said as her body shifted. Following that last reaction, Arkin found himself facing the most beautiful vision, a vision that had, obviously, been well maintained and landscaped.  He brought himself closer to her love cleft, adjusting his position and making sure he was at the level to receive every bit of internal love she had to omit.  Arkin placed her legs over his shoulders and slid his arms under,  to allow him to rap around her legs and have access to her lovely garden.. With both of his thumbs, he opened the lips to her beautiful tunnel and exposed her pinkish middle.  Arkin kissed her vertical smile, kissing each lip from left to right. “Aahhhrrrrr….”,she muttered.  He then kissed and sucked her vulnerable pearl, giving her body reason to jerk and move in ways she never had before. Covering the hood of clit with his mouth, Arkin let his tongue and suction take over her entire vulva. “Wha..what is that?!?!”, she screamed. “Uh, no..uh..right there….shit!!” she continued.  With every lash of his tongue he brought across her clit, there was a different and more extreme response. Her responses only made Arkin want to do more and it made Tonya want him more.  Before giving in to a climatic submission, Tonya sat straight up, raising Arkin’s head and kissing him, passionately.  She then looks at him and says,” You are a beast…shit”. 

Tonya pulled him up and motioned for him to lye on the bed beside her. She rolled over and started to rub and stroke his member. Tonya leaned in and began to kiss his meatiness with each stroke, giving Arkin reason to rise for her. Then Tonya, with a seductive glance to Arkin, leaned over his body, opened her mouth and swallowed his masculinity, leaving no room for air.  Arkin’s lower back was raised off of the bed, letting Tonya know she had him right where she wanted him. “Oh…my..girl”, he blurted.  Tonya continued to please Arkin, displaying assurance in her skills by relaxing her throat and allowing herself to devour every inch of him. The deeper she took him in, the more he moaned. “Aahhh!!” Arkin let out.  Tonya sucked and stroked him with an oral massage like no other woman  had ever given him.  “Oh, shit!” he stated.  Tonya loved his responses because it showed he wasn’t holding back…and she didn’t want him to.  She wanted to taste every bit of him. She even puckered and slurped harder to get him to a point of no control. Arkin’s grunts began to sound off.  His body began to shake and his pelvic region was jumping closer and closer to her face.  “I can’t …it’s cumming..hold on….it’s..aahhh!!”, Arkin yelled. Tonya, with the head of his rod near the edge of her throat, felt Arkin’s implosion. With one pulsating jump, the back of her throat had been painted with his loving milk.  His hot jism was pumping out faster than she could even manage to control.  Tonya, being the hedonist she is handled it without any problems. She let his ooze travel down her throat and continued to gobble, until his body ended its shaking and she felt the emptiness in his baby sack. “OOHHHH,  GAAA!”, Arkin said with relief. With all his juices consumed, Tonya ended her session with a soft and loving kiss to his shaft.  “How was that?” she asked. With a weary demeanor, Arkin responded,”Great.”  Tonya chuckled. “But”, Arkin continued. “We’re not done”. “Huh?” she replied.  “Yeah”, said Arkin. “Assume…the fucking…position.

 

To be continued….

 


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