“That was – amazing. Thank you.”
Her face slimy with Jocelyn’s sweet juices, the beautiful Charisma beamed at her companions. “You hear that – she thanked us. Now, that’s good manners.”
“De nada, bonita.” Estrella reached over to the table on which her champagne sat, took a deep drink.
“Whoo-hoo!” Sugar leapt up, did a quick and graceful pirouette. “I like you, m’dear. You’re a prize.” She scooped up the small pile that was her clothes and began to dress.
Jocelyn still could not move, overcome, and looked down into the cool greenness of Charisma’s eyes. She was suffused with an overpowering sense of appreciation and affection. The black woman returned the gaze, friendliness and fondness mirrored there.
She patted the panting woman’s leg. “Now drink your champagne like a good
