First place, Kareem Bezel!
CHAPTER 21
Later that night, Chino pulled in front of Chrome Nightclub on Delaware Avenue. The atmosphere was festive. The chilly night air did not serve as a deterrent for the scantily dressed bevy of honeys outside the club. Dre rolled down the window and sniffed the fresh scent of the Delaware River that served as a back drop for the night club.
The two of them stepped out the 745 and Dre saw how all eyes seemed to be on them. That was cool for Dre, who needed the attention of a effervescent woman to flirt with and waste money on a cheap motel to fuck that night. Chino didn’t care that Beanie Segal was performing; all he looked forward too was some new pussy.
At the VIP entrance, Dre tried to pick up the admission tab, but Chino stopped him because he was entering for free. The doorman slipped them both armbands that proved they were old enough to drink and they bounced into the club. They walked toward the steps that led to the second floor, and Chino’s hand was snatched up by a bodacious, florid-faced woman, who dragged him to the dance floor when the reached the top of the stairs.
Sean Paul’s Get Busy blasted through the speakers as Chino and Dre parted ways to do their own thing. Dre was only seventeen, but he had been stealing sips of Courvoisier each time he went to Jean-Mary’s. He leaned on the bar and ordered a double shot of the cognac. He sipped it and welcomed the scorch in his throat.
With Chino on the dance floor, Dre suavely bobbed his head to Beyonce’s Naughty Girl. He listened intently to the words, as Tasha and the baby swam back to the surface of his thoughts. He needed a naughty girl to take his mind off Tasha.
He took another sip of his drink and a set of perfectly tanned breasts had his attention. The caramel hued bombshell sat next to him, enveloped in a leather halter top and leather blazer, which laid carelessly off her slender shoulders. He wanted a nipple to pop out. Her black Apple Bottom jeans rested perfectly over her spiky boots. Each time that the strobe light hit her, Dre admired her. She admired him the same, according to her sneaky glances.
Her dark eyes searched him as if she could see through his clothing. He told her, “All you have to do is ask to see, ma.”
She smiled.
Dre swallowed the last of his drink, ignoring the scorch in his throat. He turned to the bartender and told her, “Let me have some Dom P.”
“A glass of Dom Perignon coming up,” the bartender said.
“No! The bottle,” Dre said, correcting her, showing off for the bombshell.
The barmaid sat the chilled bottle on the bar and Dre paid the $275 bill. He cracked the bottle and poured himself some of the champagne. Dre bobbed his head coolly to the LL Cool J track Head Sprung.
“You’re not going to drink that alone, are you?” The bombshell asked. He knew that she would.
He looked into her eyes and became mesmerized by her allure. He could not find the words to say to her, so he asked the barmaid for a glass and poured her some.
“Thank you,” the woman said. “Sexy and polite. I’m Lisa.”
Dre took her hand and told her his name. Her hand was soft and Dre envisioned touching other parts of her silky body. She was a little on the mature side, and Dre knew that she was a part of the Chrome college crowd. He was barely out of high school, and had an old head on his top.
He asked her, “What’s a college girl like you doing in this hood joint?”
“I’m out of college. Twenty-five, babe.”
Damn, I knew she was on old head, but she a quarter, Dre thought.
The two of them became acquainted, smiling and occasionally giggling at each other’s lame quip. Dre was lost in her world and out of his world of teenage pregnancy and drug dealing.
At least for then.
***
Sulking in another area of the club, Tasha heard Talibah say: “Girl, Dre is over there without a care in the world with some bitch that has enough weave in her hair to be used by five bitches.”
“You’re lying!”
“Child, no, I’m not,” Talibah said pointing.
“That nigga has a lot of fucking nerve. But I can’t trip, yet.
Let’s move to get a closer look,” Tasha responded, calmly. “Fuck dat! Let’s go kick the bitch’s ass. And his!”
“No, I’m here, so he may be chatting innocently.”
“You’re here, yes, to see Beans. You don’t have these broke ass nigga’s all up in your face.”
“Tab, chill. Let’s move closer and if things get out of control, we gon’ set it off up in this bitch!”
Tasha and Talibah walked over to the bar. Tasha eyed Dre like a hawk. Even though her nerves were plucked, she had never let her friends see her sweat. She would handle this without anyone else in her ear. Maybe that was the wrong approach, but she didn’t give a fuck.
***
“So, Dre, do you have a girlfriend?” Lisa asked.
“Naw, I’m still getting over a break-up.”
“Oh! That’s crazy. How could a girl mess up with a fine brother like you?”
“I’m not as fine as you, beautiful.”
Dre was so wrapped in his conversation with Lisa that, he hadn’t noticed that Beanie Segal had performed and left the stage.
“Well, Dre, the club will be closing in fifteen minutes. I guess we can exchange numbers.”
“Yeah, we can do that.”
Tasha looked on as Dre’s acquaintance dug into her purse. Tasha expected the bitch to pull out a pen, and she did. Tasha bumped and pushed her way over toward her man before he made the mistake and got slapped in front of the entire club.
Lisa jotted her number on a napkin and held it out to Dre. Tasha intercepted the number, balled it up and dropped it into Lisa’s champagne glass.
“He won’t need that,” Tasha said, staring hard at the both of them. She then continued: “Dre, what the fuck you doing with this bitch all up in your face?”
“Bitch? Who the fuck you calling a bitch, little girl?” Lisa asked.
Dre smoothly interjected before things got out of control. “Lisa, this is my girlfriend, Tasha, I just told you about.” He turned to Tasha, and said, “I was just telling her about us before you came over here drawin’. What are you doing here?”
“Do not fucking question me, Dre! Why was this bitch, as I said, all up in your face, nigga.”
“Tasha, you are trippin’. We were talking as you saw. What, I can’t talk to women in a crowded ass club?”
“You sound like a drunk.”
“Dre, it was nice too meet you. I’m out of here.”
“Bitch, bye!” Tasha told her.
Lisa ignored her and walked away.
“You’re acting like a real stupid...”
“Like a what, Dre? A bitch?”
“Look! I’m out of here. That’s why I don’t want to have a
baby by you now,” Dre said, grabbing the last of his champagne and drowning it.
“You weren’t ready to leave when that entire weave was all in your face. You’re not giggling now.”
Chino walked over to the quarreling couple and told Dre he was ready to go.
“You can leave. He’s coming with me,” Tasha told Chino.
“Actually, ma, I already have some pussy lined for him,” Chino replied. “You’ll have to get his number and get in line, because if he doesn’t fuck this chick, then I do not get to fuck her girlfriend.”
“Well, I’m his wife, and he’s taking me home. So, you won’t be getting that pussy tonight!”
CHAPTER 22
The Bezel’s home telephone rang at the hour that an emergency had to be afoot. The call startled the entire household. Kareem and Delores said hello into the phone simultaneously.
The voice on the other end was Marquis’. It was 1:47 a.m.
Delores politely told him, “Marquis, Kareem has a cell phone. You can call him on that this time of the night. But I’d prefer if you didn’t disturb him this time of the night, either, but that’s his prero
gative.”
“Sorry, Ms. Delores.”
They all hung up. Kareem didn’t utter a word. He called Marquis’ cell phone and when he answered, he barked, “Are you out of your mind?” He was so bossy, and that irritated Marquis, but hey, who cared. “Why the fuck would you call my house phone this damn late.”
“Chill. I hit the wrong speed dial. Meet me at the 40-40 Club.”
“Mar-Mar, you gotta be kidding me. It’s two in the fucking morning.”
“Listen, it’s an after-after party, over at noon, and Jay-Z has plenty of rich bitches at his club trying to fuck.”
“By the time I get dressed, drive to Amtrak, get the 4 a.m. train, it’ll be six by the time I get a hotel room.”
“Perfect timing. The other clubs will be closing and the bitches will flood the 40-40.”
This fool says perfect timing.
Kareem got up and grabbed a quick shower using the half bathroom in the basement to avoid having to lie to his mother. He slipped on a Burberry denim suit and a Dolce & Gabbana denim tuxedo shirt. He grabbed his “H” icon printed Hermes coat and slipped on Versace military boots. He would lace them at 30th Street.
***
Dre exited off the E-way in King of Prussia, relieved that Tasha and Talibah did not talk shit the entire ride back. His mind swirled with thoughts of Tasha’s and his future. Is this the beginning of the end? He turned into his neighborhood and passed through his street en route to Tasha’s mom crib. He rode pass his house, and Tasha had her head rested on his shoulder. Suddenly, he jerked and she moved, not understanding what made him shake. He leaned up to be sure that he looked at his brother’s Lexus pull out the driveway, and turned toward the Schuylkill Expressway.
Where could he be going? Dre looked at the car clock and this late. He vowed to stay out of Kareem’s business just as he expected Kareem to stay out of his. With that in mind he continued to drive as if the incident had not occurred.
***
Two hours later, in a taxi, Kareem instructed the driver to take him to Fifth Avenue and 59th Street. The driver deposited him in front of the world-renowned Plaza Hotel. If the kid in Home Alone Lost in New York could get over on the hotel, he could. This had been Kareem’s millionth-time checking into the hotel under a different name. He was amazed that the front desk clerks remembered his face and personality, but not his name. After he paid the cab fare, Audrey Hepburn’s automated voice encouraged him to, “Have a nice day!”
He approached the front desk and paid for a hotel suite with a David Kritz check, at a nightly rate of $749.99. He also left an additional $200 check as a deposit for telephone and other incidentals. The clerk passed him a gold, metal key and an additional key for the room safe. Key in hand, he asked, “Can I write you guys a check in exchange for some cash?”
“Sure, of course.”
Five minutes later, he put $500 in his pocket and was left with two checks to go. God, I love this.
At 6:15 in the morning, he grabbed a taxi to West 25th to the 40-40 Lounge, the newest hot spot since the Lotus’ fame faded.
Once there, an enormous line greeted him. He exited the taxi and looked for the bouncer. Kareem found him, and gave him the $500 from the Plaza front desk. He was then whisked past the line.
Kareem scanned the club. Cristall, Courvoisier, and ecstasy floated everywhere. There was a select few of the celebrity party heads up in VIP. Amidst all that debauchery, he had yet to spot Marquis and could not reach him by phone. He was tapped on the shoulder by a sexy, chocolate woman. She signaled for him to join her on the dance floor. Lil’ Kim’s and 50 Cents’ Magic Stick blared through the system, so he took her up on her offer.
Later, while at the bar with his dance partner, Rochelle, he got a call from Marquis, who told him, “Meet me over at the second floor unisex bathroom, pronto.”
“Aiight,” he responded. He excused himself from Rochelle to make his way to the bathroom after ensuring that she would be there when he returned.
At the bathroom, he found Marquis outside with a blonde- haired Eve look-a-like. “I like your style, nigga,” he told Marquis referring to Eve.
“Oh, that’s just for the night. I have Asian and white blondes where that came from.”
“Okay, Playa.”
Marquis and Kareem chatted for a moment before Kareem told him that he had Rochelle waiting for him at the bar. Then he added, “We can roll to my hotel,” picking up the lyrics of Cassidy’s song that blared in the background.
Back with Rochelle, they exchanged words, but Kareem kept in mind if you’re at an after-after party, you’re looking to get into a one night stand. “Let’s stop kidding ourselves. You fuckin’?” Kareem was bold, as he stared deep into her eyes. There was something appealing about her after a few drinks.
She eagerly replied, “You’re spot or mine?” “Mine. I’m from Philly and at the Plaza.” “Oh, the Plaza.”
“Hold up I’m the catch, not the hotel.” “Don’t flatter yourself, cutie”
***
At the hotel, Kareem sent Marquis to the room with the ladies and he headed for the front desk.
“Yes, I’ll need to cash a check,” he told the new clerk on duty.
“Sure, for how much?”
“Five hundred.”
With an additional $500 in hand, Kareem headed to the
room and joined the others for breakfast.
After breakfast, Marquis and Eve retreated to the bed that
was toward the far side of the room. Rochelle was seated on the sofa, sipping a mimosa. Kareem sat next to her, and then he got up and dimmed the light to its lowest level. He turned on the TV and bought a rated X film. He then walked back over to Rochelle and slipped his dick into her mouth. This was why he was not pressed to fuck Toi. He whored other woman.
Like a whale eating a fish snack, she licked the head, and then licked down the entire shaft. Before long, her mouth was wrapped around his manhood. She enjoyed herself so much that she aggressively tried to devour him whole, but there was a little more than an inch that she didn’t manage to swallow.
Kareem pulled her up, and they both stripped down to nothing. Rochelle got up on all fours on the edge of the bed, hungry for him to take her from behind. He tried to roughly slide his manhood into her pussy inch by inch, but she pushed back and vacuum-sucked his entire piece into her. So, this is how she wants it! Kareem grabbed her hips, got up on his tiptoes and dug inside of her viciously. She loved his thrusts so much that she pulled away, laid on her back with her waist hanging off the edge of the bed. He tossed her legs onto his shoulder and nailed her like a construction worker building a house from the ground up.
Next to them, Marquis had Eve on the edge of bed in doggy style. Amazingly, Eve found Rochelle’s breasts in her mouth. Her tongue biting respectfully on the nipples to subdue the pain that Marquis bestowed upon her. Marquis looked at Kareem who experienced his first lesbian affair and smiled. He mouthed, “Watch this,” to his best friend.
Marquis pushed Kareem back from Rochelle, and he slid out of her. His dick hung in the air for the women to admire. Marquis tapped Rochelle and told her to lay in front of Eve with her wet pussy right in her face. He pulled Rochelle hard onto his dick and demanded her to, “Eat it!”
For a few moments, Kareem watched in admiration. Wanting back in the action, he climbed on the bed and straddled over Rochelle’s face, dick in her mouth. Unable to really fuck her mouth the way he wanted to, he pulled her up and slammed his dick inside of her with her legs back on his shoulders. After a considerable amount of probing, he felt Eve nibbling on his ass cheeks, before her tongue found his balls.
When Marquis was ready to explode, he threw Eve to the bed and let go all over her face. Thirsty, Eve pulled Kareem out of Rochelle and deep-throated him until her lips touched his balls. When he exploded, she got up, went to the bathroom and showered as if nothing happened.
CHAPTER 23
Tasha’s matted locks laid lovingly across Dre�
��s chest as he awoke. The beaming sunrays blinded him as his eyes opened wider. He turned his head to shade his eyes from the sun and focused on his surroundings. Tasha’s feminine fragrances scented the room, and pink walls reminded him where he was. He raised his head a little and saw the bed sheet wrapped around Tasha’s curvy contours, which reminded him of how he had spent his night, and how she’ll expand in a few months. What the fuck?
He laid there a moment, and thought how to deal with the baby issue with Delores. He had to tell her. She would not approve of him being a teenage father. She also would not recommend an abortion. She would, however, verbally abuse him relentlessly for that. If he failed at anything, he’d return to this defining moment. He would blame this period for all of his shortcomings and failures in life. Delores was one thing, but grandmother, Jean-Mary would be another force to reckon with. Hell, Hurricane Jeanne had nothing on Hurricane Jean- Mary.
Tasha rolled over to the unoccupied side of the bed and felt around the floor for her robe. She stood naked with the sun casting a bright light over her skin. Dre enjoyed the noon eyeful. She wrapped herself with the robe and sat back on the bed. Dre rolled over and wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands on her tummy. Tasha stood and pulled Dre’s hands, holding it as they walked to the shower.
Dre was glad that Tasha lived in her parents’ basement, with a private entrance and shower. After the shower, Dre dressed and Tasha asked what he wanted for breakfast.
“You don’t have to cook. Where you tryinna eat at?”
“Wherever you take me. As long as we can discuss what we’re going to do about this,” she said, rubbing her stomach.
“Okay, Tasha! If you insist on going there today, right now, fine.”
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