by Roy Glenn
“Yeah, that’s me. But I got somebody to do tonight,” Bobby said. “So, I’ll go take André this money, and you get their numbers for me.”
After Bobby left, I wondered around and mingled with Gordon’s guests. He hadn’t actually invited me to stay, but he didn’t seem to mind. The whole time I got my eye on the amazon, patiently waiting for my opening, and when she stepped away from her group to get another drink, I went after her like a predator goes after his prey.
Her name was Cézanne; she was a registered nurse and worked in an emergency room. She was there with a friend of hers who knew Gordon’s secretary. Cézanne was at least five eleven, with long powerful legs and big thighs. Cézanne had big delicious looking titties and fat juicy nipples that were fighting to get out. All tucked neatly into a tight black mini dress, and you know how I love a woman wearing black.
Sometimes I feel like they’re wearing it just for me.
We were having an interesting discussion about treating gunshot wounds. I was especially interested since I almost got shot that night. While she was talking, I noticed that somebody was watching me. There were two women standing off in a corner and neither of them were taking their eyes off me. They were both fine as hell, although I thought one of them was more Bobby’s type than mine. She was rail thin and had the kind of ass he likes but she had nice sized titties. They were both definitely fuckable. I tipped my head in their direction and they both smiled and waved.
I kept on listening to Cézanne talk about her life in the ER when I noticed that one of the women that was watching me had moved. I looked around the room and saw she had gone to the bar and gotten a drink and now she was coming my way.
She walked up and said, “Excuse me”, like Cézanne was in her way.
Cézanne stepped aside and she passed between us. Then she looked around like she was looking for somebody. Of course, Cézanne was oblivious to all this and was still talking away. Next thing you know the three of us are talking; only now she’s telling us about her job as a receptionist at a doctor’s office. Finally, it got around to me and what I do.
“I’m a collector.”
“You mean like you call people on the phone and try to get them to pay their bills,” she asked.
“No,” I laughed. “Not quite.”
“So, what do you collect? Stamps, coins, something like that?” Cézanne asked.
“No, people owe the people I work for money and I collect it for them.”
“You mean like a gangster?” Cézanne asked.
“You could say that.”
“Do you, like, kill people?” she asked.
“If I did, and I told you.”
“I know, you would have to kill me,” Cézanne said. I swear it looked like her nipples swelled when she said that. Now the conversation was all about me, until Cézanne excused herself to the ladies room.
“I thought she would never leave.” I heard her mumble as Cézanne walked away but looking back at me the whole time.
“What did you say?” I asked even though I knew.
“I said my name is Regina.”
“I’m Mike Black.”
That was how it started for me and Regina. At the time, I had never met anybody like her. Regina had style and she was interesting to talk to. Regina was the most articulate woman I had ever been with, and that includes Cassandra. Regina said she spoke that way because her grandmother always insisted on her speaking perfect English no manner how the other kids were talking. All I can say was that Regina was a lady, a lady in every sense of the word.
Regina introduced me to a whole new world. It was her that introduced me to fine dining, and going to plays, and art museums, and recitals. And we used to dance, every night, out on the dance floor having the best time. When she left me, the way she left me, I swore I would never dance again.
I loved Regina.
But I cheated on her relentlessly.
At the time I met Regina, I was fuckin’ Vanessa, Victoria, and Lisa and a couple of others that I can remember their faces, but not their names.
My angel Vanessa, she had the prettiest ass I’d ever seen. I was with Bobby when I met her. “If you told her to haul ass, she’d have to make two trips,” Bobby said at the first sight of Vanessa’s ass. You might expect, with an ass like that, that she’d like doing it doggy style, which she did but it wasn’t her favorite. Her thing was having me squeeze her head with my thighs while she was blowing me.
No lie.
Now, Victoria, that woman had so much raw sexuality. She would take a deep breath and my dick would get hard. I remember one time I took her to Atlanta to see her father at the VA hospital. We wheeled him outside and had a picnic. Actually, we had a picnic and he smiled at her and seemed to have fun watching us have fun.
On the way out, Victoria said she wanted to take one more walk around the beautiful green grounds before we went back to the concrete jungle we called New York City. So, we’re walking a long and Victoria started walking off the path. I followed her into the woods and behind some bushes. I was about to ask what we were doing there, but before I could get my question out, Victoria started taking off her clothes and throwing them on the ground.
“Hurry up, take your clothes off,” Victoria ordered.
And who am I to argue with a half-naked woman.
Once our clothes were off and on the ground, Victoria laid down and I laid down on top off her. While we were fuckin’ we could hear people walking, kids playing, and one guy who was trying to get his girl to do what we were doing. After that, New York City became our bedroom. We would fuck anywhere.
And Lisa, good pussy, but damn that bitch could lie her ass off. You never knew if what she was saying was true or just more of her usual bullshit. Lisa didn’t weight much so she used to love it when I’d pick her up and fuck her against the wall.
Now during the years that Regina and I were together I fucked Tish. She was friends with both Vanessa and Victoria. Vanessa and Victoria knew each other through Tish, but they weren’t friends. One night me and Tish was hanging out and she said, “I know you fuckin’ both of them. I just wanna know if there’s any of that dick left.”
Then there was Alisha, Gwen, Arlene; they were all waitresses at my club, The Late Night. Alisha was a small-time hustler on the run from some Miami boys that threatened to cut her throat the next time they saw her. Her skin was jet black and beautiful. Alisha had a nice ass too, but she was flat-chested.
I’m a tittie man from way back.
But the nipples on the girl must have been at least a half-inch long. When I was inside her, and her legs were on my shoulders, squeezing her nipples used to drive her insane.
Gwen was one of the few married women I’ve ever dealt with. I always thought it was bad business. Anyway, Gwen was a fine little Puerto Rican, maybe five feet one, at best. She would come by the office on the nights that she worked while she was on break. She’d have a drink, smoke a cigarette, powder her nose and talk shit with me. But before she went back to work, she’d kick off her heels, come out of those tight ass waitress pants and we’d fuck on the desk. And Arlene liked doing it on the pool table, so she’d always try and find an excuse to hang around after the club closed.
Then there was Yolanda, Bobby used to call her hair because she had a high-top fade, at a time when most people had gone past that. We fell out when she tried to play the pregnancy game with me. There was Marva, I really liked her, but she liked to fuck all the time and couldn’t wait around for me to have time for her, so she moved on.
Damn. Angela. Damn I wanted to fuck her ass, wanted to fuck her so bad that I hit the pipe with her just to get a shot of that ass. After I fucked her, I came to my senses and realized that that was the shit that killed Vickie. Mutha fucka’s is losing their minds and their lives over and in some cases it was my job to take their life, so I knew that wasn’t something that I wanted to get involved in.
And then there was my baby Brenda. She was much older than me a
nd she told me once that if she ever got pregnant that I would never know about it, which was fine with me after I played that game with Yolanda. Things were going along fine until she stopped calling me, then she moved. A few months later, I heard from a friend of hers that she was pregnant. So, I tracked her down and asked her if it was my baby. I was even thinking about doing the right thing because, like I said, Brenda was my baby. But Brenda said that it wasn’t mine, that she had been seeing some nigga and it was his baby, but I didn’t believe her.
I never saw her again after that, I called her for a while, but she changed the number and eventually moved away. It’s been years, but I still wonder if that really was my baby. And oh yeah, I fucked Cézanne too. That night at the party she told me that she worked at Long Island Jewish hospital. I found out what shift she worked and sat in the emergency room and waited for her.
I didn’t feel good about the way I was doing Regina, but I didn’t feel bad about it either. It was just the way it was, I loved Regina and it was just sex. One had absolutely nothing to do with the other. That was the way it was until I found out that she had been cheating on me, and it had been going on in one form or another with the same mutha fucka for years. Even though I was doing the same thing, it still ripped my heart out. I felt like she wasn’t mine anymore. Like the three of us had been sharing a bed.
Until now, losing Cassandra, I had never known pain like that. I had never known what the pain I had knowingly put Regina thought felt like. The roles had flipped, and it was me and I hated the feeling. We were able to work things out and get through it, but things were never the same.
Regina was the type of person that was always worried about what people were saying about her. I would tell her, let them talk. You ain’t gonna stop them no matter what you do. Even though Regina would smile in his face, she used to hate Bobby and tried to convince me that I should too. That was until Pam told her that she was marrying him, after that Bobby was the greatest. He was willing the stand up and commit to his woman. When using Bobby to pressure me into marrying her didn’t work, Regina started giving me ultimatums. It finally ended at Bobby and Pam's wedding, when she told me that she hated me, and I never saw her again. I wished things had ended differently for us, I wished things had been different, I wished I was different.
But, there are a lot of things I’ve done that I regret.
Everything was different with Cassandra; she wouldn’t have it any other way. I changed my life to be with her. I gave up everything I was before to be with her. There were no other women; I didn’t want anybody else but Cassandra. I didn’t need any other woman, because Cassandra gladly gave me everything I wanted and so much more. She was the total package, everything I thought a woman should be. Cassandra was everything to me, and I built my world around her. I loved her more than I loved life. Now she’s dead, gone, and I don’t know how to, or if I even want to go on without her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Wanda woke up at seven thirty that morning when the alarm went off. She didn’t want to get up, but she had work to do. Wanda sat up in her bed and looked over at Nick, he was still sound asleep. He deserved to sleep.
Wanda laughed a little and got out of bed. On her way to the bathroom she thought, my god, Wanda what have you done? Wanda stopped and looked at Nick as he rolled over in bed. Got satisfied! Finally!
When Wanda got in the bathroom she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had just had sex, great sex, okay it was fantastic. But it was with somebody who, until last night, she called a friend. Although Wanda had thought about being with Nick many times, she never really thought that it would happen. She never thought that Nick was interested in her that way. They were friends, and Wanda simply accepted that no matter how she felt about him that he wasn’t interested. If he was interested, he had plenty of time to mention it.
“We’re together all the time. He should have said something.”
Wanda turned on the shower and thought it funny that all it took was him saying, Need some company for that drink—before you get in bed? For her to drive home like a maniac and throw herself at Nick.
Now that the water was just the right temperature, Wanda stepped in and let the water beat down on her body. It was as if she could still feel Nick’s hands all over her. It had been a while since anybody had made her feel the way she was feeling then.
Wanda had dated a few guys throughout the years, nothing steady and definitely nothing that lasted long. As the relationship developed, Wanda would always find something that irritated the hell out of her or she would finally invite them over to play, only to find that they were lacking in certain important areas. There were doctors and other lawyers, agents, managers, the odd client or two. At one point, a young thug pushed up on her with a strong game, but his bark was so much worse than his bite.
Don’t you hate it when that happens?
Shortly after they made love, both Nick and Wanda passed out, and she was glad for that. If they had stayed awake they would’ve had to have the, what do we do now? conversation.
But it was still a valid question.
What would happen to their friendship? They could both agree that it was something that just happened because they were both under stress. You know, because of Mike, Wanda reasoned. They would agree that it would never happen again, and they would never mention it to anybody. Especially Mike.
But that wasn’t what she really wanted.
Once she dried herself off, Wanda wrapped the towel around her and went to the closet to pick out something to wear. Before she and Nick could decide what they were going to do, first Wanda needed to be sure of what she wanted. It was obvious that she liked him, liked him a lot, but what did she want? Wanda wasn’t sure. Fact is she had known Nick for years. She knew how he was. Nick had sat on her couch and told her that he had sex with two women.
“One of them was to get information,” Nick told her when she asked him about it. “And the other one threw herself at me. What was I supposed to do?”
“You were supposed to say no thank you and got the fuck outta there. And maybe you shoulda worked a little harder and found another way to get the information other than stickin’ your dick in her!” was what Wanda wanted to scream at Nick, instead she rolled her eyes and said, “Whatever, Nick.”
She selected a Kay Unger printed silk dress and got ready to leave for the office. After one last look in the mirror, Nick had made a shocking mess of her hair, but she was able to do something with it. On her way out the room, Wanda bent over, kissed Nick on the cheek, and said, “Keep it hard for me. I’ll be back for more later.”
Wanda stepped outside; it wasn’t even nine o'clock yet, and it was already hot. She got in her car, turned on the air and began her trip downtown. As she drove, Wanda thought more about want she wanted for her and Nick. The one thing she was sure of was that she wanted to have sex with him again. But she really wanted more than that. Since they already spent so much time together, it would be easy to add a sexual element to their relationship. A relationship. There I said it. That’s what I want, a relationship. One that will last.
It wasn’t to long before Wanda found herself on the Major Degun, going absolutely nowhere. The traffic did give her more time to think. Although she did want a relationship, Wanda was by no means convinced that Nick was the right person to get involved with. I think it’s a little late for that now.
Sure, he spend a lot of his free time with her, he did run Impressions. There were many nights when she watched women wearing next to nothing, throw themselves at Nick. Now Wanda considered herself an intelligent woman, so there was no way she believed that Nick was passing up all that free pussy.
After thirty minutes of moving about a quarter of a mile, Wanda had had enough. She picked up her cell phone, called her secretary. “Cancel all my appointments and hold all my calls. I’m working from home today.” Wanda forced her way into the slow lane, got off at the next exit, and went home.
When sh
e got back to her house, Nick was still sleeping. Wanda slowly took off her clothes, watching Nick as he slept. After she returned her dress to the closet, Wanda slipped in bed next to Nick. He rolled to her right away.
“Good morning.” He looked at the clock and noticed that it was after ten in the morning. “Don’t you have to go to work?” Nick said and put his arms around Wanda.
Wanda laughed a little. “I tried that already. I’ve been up, took a shower, got dressed, left the house, got stuck in traffic, turned around, and here I am.”
Nick smiled. “So, you’re not going to work?”
“Nope.”
“Good,” Nick said and rolled on top of Wanda.
For the rest of the day they alternated between making love and sleeping. Now it was after four and the two looked exhausted after their last session.
“What are we doing?” Wanda asked and rolled away from Nick. Before he could answer her question with something clever like, Fuckin’. Wanda said, “I mean you should be out looking for Shy’s killer and I should have gone to work and tried to find a way to get Mike out of there. Instead look at us.”
“If you’re trying to make me feel guilty about this it’s not gonna work. There is no place I’d rather be.”
“Neither do I, Nick. This has been so good, but what if something happened? I’m surprised your phone hasn’t been ringing off the hook. I know Freeze has got to be looking for you.”
“I turned it off last night when I got here. What about you? I noticed that your phone hasn’t rang either. Anytime you worked from home and I’ve been here, your phone rings constantly.”
“I told my secretary to hold all my calls,” Wanda said and laughed.
“See there.”
“I guess I’m no better than you.”
Nick rolled out of bed and got his phone, but Wanda stopped him before he turned it on. “Before you do that, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
