by Simone Kelly
I walked out the door behind them and Hicham looked back from his football game and said, “Yo, where y’all going? Jay! Yo, Jacques where you going?”
“I gotta run. Thanks for the gift. Really! I will call you later. We gotta talk, too, about other important stuff. See you later tonight.”
He yelled, “Yo, you are fucking crazy!” The door slammed before he could finish.
Chapter 36
Jacques
I hopped into my car and called Vicky, overwhelmed with guilt.
“Heeeeeey, baby, you home yet?” I asked her.
“I’m on the way, not yet, what’s up?” I heard the highway wind blowing into the car.
Anxiety penetrated my tone. “Nothing, I’ll see you when I get home. Be ready for me.”
She giggled. “Ooooh, okay, birthday boy!”
Forty-five minutes later I walked in and she was already in the kitchen, still in her pants suit with her badge around her neck.
“Hey, papi!” She was washing lettuce for a salad. The food in the oven smelled good. I charged in fast. Eyes glazed. My breathing thick. I pushed the strainer out of her hand and turned her around. I started kissing her. Ravishing her. Her tongue danced with mine. Her wet hands grabbed my back, then my neck. She was overwhelmed by affection. The water kept running.
“Oh my God, Jacques, what’s gotten into you?” She felt my hardness through my jeans as I pressed against her and stared into her eyes. I didn’t answer her and started unbuttoning her blouse; she helped by taking off her pants. The fire grew inside me.
She pushed the faucet down and instinctively turned off the oven. She knew. “Jacques. I’m all sweaty from a long day. Lemme take a shower.” She panted in between kisses. I had her pinned up against the sink, not giving her a minute to escape. “I don’t care. You think I care?” I slid my hand between her thighs. “I love it sweaty. This is mine. Mine.” I bit her bottom lip.
“Oh shit, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.” She slid her panties off and I played with her, sticking my fingers in deep and rubbing her until she shouted with pleasure. Gentle moans escaped her. She said so slowly, so seductively, “Oooooooh, Jacques . . . you see how wet it is already?” Her voice sent chills down my back. She knew just how to talk to me. Then I put my finger in my mouth and licked it, smiling at her. “Oh, you are such a nasty birthday boy. I got something for you, though.”
She dropped down to her knees and pulled my pants all the way down to my ankles. We were trying to make room in the cramped kitchen, so I shook off one foot of my jeans and brought her to the living room instead. She turned the tables on me and became the aggressor, pushing me against the wall. Then going down and sucking me the way I loved it. I yanked her long hair around my wrist and tugged it lightly. She loved it when I was rough with her. Vicky was reckless. Intense. The loud sucking noises and moans were intensified. I pulled her off for a second.
“Not yet. Come here.” I led her back to the dining room, where we had chairs. I was fast, passionate, and impatient to enter her. I tugged on her shirt. “Take that off.” It was open, teasing me. She had on nothing else, but I wanted to see it all. I kicked off my jeans completely, along with my boxers; by now our clothes made a scandalous trail to the dining room.
“Kneel.” She turned her back to me and did as I commanded. She was kneeling on the soft dining room chair as I took her from the back and entered her. She surrendered with a long sigh as I dug into her walls with deep long thrusts. I saw flashes of Aanya and Sky. I thought about being able to actually go through with it. How would it have felt? Those two gorgeous women. Beautiful from head to toe. Massaging me, topless, letting me touch them, fuck them, do what I wanted with no drama, no strings. I looked at Vicky’s round ass and pictured her there, too. All four of us. I pictured them fighting for me, which one would I enter next? I went deeper, harder, I felt her wetness. She was so warm. I was pulsating inside her, thrusting harder and harder.
Vicky’s screams brought me back to the dining room. “Papi, cojelo con el, take it easy. . . . Aye, que rico, asi . . . yes, papi . . . dame tu leche, papi come for me. I wanna feel all of it.”
She drove me wild when she talked like that. Her long hair was everywhere; I pulled it into a ponytail and yanked it. She grunted like a wild animal. “Grab my titties,” she commanded. I followed instructions and hit all of the angles I knew her body craved. But I felt Sky’s titties, I wanted to grab them. I got a small feel of Aanya’s, but I wanted to suck them. Both of them I wanted. I remembered Sky standing over me, them hanging in my face. Shit! How could I have not gone through with it? I know . . . Karma. I grabbed onto Vicky’s waist, rubbing the sweat down to her butt and thighs. My hands dug into her thighs as she thrusted back. We were connected, going at a steady groove. Vicky moaned and it vibrated throughout my body . . . caused an eruption. My legs vibrated. I felt it. “Oh shit. Oh my God. Ohhhh . . . I’m coooooooming. That was, that was . . .”
“Incredible,” we said simultaneously. Panting. The joys of ecstasy. I collapsed on her and kissed her back. We were dripping with sweat. She could barely stand and just surrendered back to doggy-style position, dropping her head down. I was light-headed, but felt amazing. Accomplished. I slapped her on her fat ass and said, “I’m going to the shower, come let me wash you down.”
She was panting heavily and smiling. “Wait, wait . . . I think I’m disabled. My ovaries have been rearranged.” She laughed as she held her stomach.
“Oh yeah?” I rubbed my hands through her damp hair. “You seemed to like it. I didn’t hear you complaining much.” I rubbed her moist back. The room smelled of sex.
“Shut up.” She had a smile plastered across her face. She turned around and sat down. I went to get us a glass of water. Suddenly the guilt of what had happened earlier was overwhelming. I might tell her what Hicham set up. Just not today.
I said, “Ready?” She took my hand and followed me to the shower.
I was lucky to have this woman. Even though a part of me wished I’d had the balls to go through with it, when Aanya and Sky gave me the chance. But somehow, I knew I would have regretted it later. And truth be told, if the tables were turned I would be devastated if Vicky did that to me. I couldn’t do that ever again.
After a thirty-minute nap Vicky jumped up frantically. “Oh shit. I have to go to the office. I forgot a folder I need in the morning. I have to be in court early and won’t have time to get it.”
“Okay, so go.”
“But your party!?”
“We have time, baby, it’s not even nine P.M. yet. Didn’t you tell people ten o’clock?”
“Aye, that means I have to get dressed now or bring the clothes.” She jumped in the bathroom and starting putting on her makeup and styling her hair. I watched her get ready for a while. I really adored her. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I was delighted to get an hour more before my celebration.
Later that night, though, I was racing through traffic, thirty minutes late to my own birthday party.
“Where are you?” Vicky asked. I could tell she was irritated, holding the phone close to her ear so no one else could hear her.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, babe. I’m sorry, I thought you set the alarm for me before you left. I fell asleep. I’m on my way!”
“Oh, blame me! Really? Just a few folks are here, please drive safe. I’ll see you when you get here.”
When I got to Sugarcane there was a crowd mingling in front. Reggae music was playing loudly. There was a sexy after-work crowd mingling by the bar outside. People were in line waiting to be seated. I couldn’t make out any familiar faces. I was about to call Vicky again when Kylie grabbed my arm.
“Hey, you! Happy birthdaaaay!” Kylie hugged me and she smelled delicious. She had on a cute black dress and short jean jacket. All legs. I never really knew they were that long.
“Thank you! You look amazing.” I had to remember to make eye contact.
“Thanks,
I was just coming from the ladies’ room. Follow me, we’re right over here.” She pointed to a seating area in the corner. She shook my shoulder as we walked. “Soooo, I met Hicham!”
“Oh boy, how’d that go?”
“He’s interesting. Very confident, I must say.” She walked slower to tell me more before we got to the group. “His pickup line was, ‘What do I have to do to get you to be my emergency contact?’” She laughed. “I mean funny and yet, very stalkerish. Let’s just say he’s been pretty persistent so far. He’s a trip. He must have got that from the other side of the fam.”
“Yes, he is a trip. So glad you made it, Kylie. The other guys coming?”
“Yes, Antonio for sure, Vince maybe. If he isn’t stuck working, he said he would pass by. He’s an older dude, not really into this life.”
Vicky was watching us as we came closer and I got a weird vibe. The energy in the room was uncomfortable . . . tense. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Hey, papi!” She reached up and hugged me extra hard. Very territorial, but I loved it. Her hair was up in a high bun and she had on a very low-cut cream jumpsuit that accentuated every curve of her body.
“What are you doing out here without me, in thiiiiis?” I brought her in, kissed her, and planted more on her neck. I grabbed her waist tight. She liked when I let everyone know she was mine. She laughed and I could see whatever jealousy she might have felt about me subsided. From the stares of the fellas by the bar, I could tell they weren’t too happy with my arrival. We sat down at a booth for about six. It was going to be intimate because I didn’t really want a lot of people. Vicky and Kylie continued talking about whatever girls talk about. They seemed to be getting along better than I’d hoped.
Hicham stood up. “Our waiter is taking too fucking long. Gonna go to the bar, whatchu drinking, Jay? I got you.”
“Just some Hennessy, no ice.”
Hicham said, “Say word? Okay, okaaaay, you trying to get fucked up tonight? It’s about time!”
Vicky shot me a concerned look. “Papi, you know you don’t drink like that!”
“I know, come on, I was just kidding. Okay, let me go with you over there so I can see what kind of wines they have.” I got up and started to walk over with him. Vicky looked toward the door to my left. Her face turned into a frown. I didn’t understand why. I followed her eyes and there she was, just gliding into the room. It was Sky! She had on a sparkly silver tube top and short jean shorts. I mean short. Half of her cheeks were coming out. Her stomach was exposed, showing a belly ring with a hanging diamond on it. Big hoop earrings and bright pink lipstick. I gulped and I think my hands started shaking.
Everyone was turning their heads to get a peek, even the women. Sky’s auburn and blond curls seemed to need a room of their own. They were definitely an attention grabber. We made eye contact.
“There you go, birthday booooooy!” Her heels were clicking fast in my direction, then she reached in and gave me a long hug and kiss on the cheek, even though we’d just met this afternoon. I was hesitant to hug back.
Hicham seemed to stand in the way of Vicky’s view and she was staring intensely. I felt her glare penetrating the back of my neck.
I tilted my head to the side and said, “Oh wow, you . . . ah . . . invited her? That was nice of you.” I fake-smiled and Hicham knew I was going to kill him.
“Yeah, she was asking if you had a party and I figured she could meet some new people. I’m trying to help her get out there more with her modeling career and all.” He winked at me.
Sky’s accent was very slight, definitely not like earlier. “You left some things in the room.” She started to go in her purse. I remembered it was my silver jewelry. I forgot I had taken it off before the massage!
“Oh, thank you.” My heart was pounding, because Vicky had stood up and, leaving Kylie at the table, was walking briskly over to us. Before I knew it she was right behind us.
Hicham obnoxiously cleared his throat. It was so obvious something was off.
He chimed in, “Oh, oh, this is Sky. Meet Vicky, Jacques’s girlfriend.”
I attempted a charming smile and nodded. “Yes! Vicky, let’s get something to drink.” I was trying to get her away from Sky.
Vicky extended her hand into our circle, smiled, and said, “Nice to meet you, Sky. Nice name. Are you in entertainment?”
“Oh, yes. I model, dance . . . I also have a private massage practice. And you are a verrrrry lucky woman.” She looked at me with her pink glossy lips puckered up playfully. Was this woman trying to set me up? She really needed to take up acting, since she was speaking like a college graduate now and not someone who’d just come to America last week.
“I’m lucky, huh?” Vicky’s eyes narrowed. Her eyes hissed at Hicham and me suspiciously. Sweat formed on my brow. I wanted to separate those two immediately. I started to put my arm around Vicky to walk her to the bar. Vicky grabbed my face and with her thumb quickly wiped off Sky’s lipstick from my cheek—a little rougher than necessary.
“Wait! Your jewelry.” Sky handed my ring and chain to me. “Where’s the bathroom?” I pointed quickly so she would hurry and leave. Vicky looked into my hand and then looked Sky up and down as she glided to the bathroom. Everyone watched with a smile. She had a tiny waist and her voluptuous butt cheeks were spilling from her shorts. Vicky was not amused.
“Why does she have your jewelry, Jacques? What the fuck is going on?”
My throat tightened. This wasn’t going to be good. “Weeeell, um, Hicham sort of surprised me earlier. She’s a massage therapist and she gave me a—”
“Wait, really . . . a massage therapist? That’s the best you got? She looks like a fucking escort-service ho off of Craigslist. We bust chicks like this every week. No, maybe she’s a dancer-stripper ho with a name like Sky . . . and she has your fucking jewelry? Really, Jacques? Really? And earlier when? When you went to see Hicham?” She wasn’t coming up for air or letting me get a word in.
“Relax, she was professional.” I couldn’t even look her in the eyes when I said it.
“Oh, professional?” She pointed to the bar with authority. “Go get your drink, Jacques.” She walked off back to the booth, fuming.
Hicham stood there smiling with a goofy look on his face. I went off. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you invite her?” I pointed my hand in the direction of the bathroom. “You trying to get me killed tonight . . . on my damn birthday?” I was furious.
“Yo, Vicky is a baaaad bitch. You see what she got on, son? You got both of them feeling you like that? You should be happy, man!”
“Fool, this is not high school. I gotta live with this woman. Then this ditzy girl is going to bring my jewelry and give it to me in front of Vicky. Is she trying to get me back for rejecting her?”
“Nah, she’s just not thinking. She’s a little slow and truth be told, I had to hit that. She was soooo horny after you left, so I had to handle that. She got some gooooood pussy, Jay. You stupid. She will do anything, I mean anything. She is trying to get a deal at a modeling agency. One of my boys is an agent and I’m connecting her.” He slapped me on the back. “She deserves it. . . . I’m just sa—”
Cutting him off, I said, “Selling these young girls dreams.” I shook my head. “How many other photographers, video directors, and agents you think she has done? She’s a user, Hicham.”
“Use me, baby, use me!” He did a little playful shimmy. “Yo, don’t be mad you just missed out.” He slapped my shoulder and leaned on it. We stood by the bar and he reached his other hand out. “Yo . . . homie. We need some drinks over here.” He turned to me. “I think she really likes you, though. She wants to feel up on that body again.” I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked behind me. It was Vicky.
She said low in my ear, “Oh really, she wants to feel that booooody again? What the fuck is going on, Jacques? Did you fuck this bitch or what? Did you do it right before you fucked me today? Why would you invite her to a par
ty I planned? Why would you disrespect me like that?”
Hicham tried to save me by saying, “Yo, chill, Vicky, I invited her, I invited her! Relaaaax, ma. She’s just a massage therapist. Nothing to get all emotional about and shit.”
Vicky’s eyes narrowed and I could tell she had been drinking before I got there. “Oooooh, emotional and shit? Hicham, you are nothing but a fucking troublemaker! You know he has a girl, why would you get him a massage with a . . . You know what? You know what?” She waved him off like he was a waste of her time.
“Vicky, calm down and lower your voice. Please!” I grabbed her arm and pulled slightly.
She just shook my hand off her and started to walk out of the restaurant. I knew Vicky had a jealous streak, but I’d never seen her react like this before! Granted, I’d never given her a reason to until now. She left and I followed behind her. All eyes were on us. I was extremely embarrassed—and I hadn’t even cheated! If Vicky only knew just how much I avoided today. If she only knew how much I could have done! Now I was being punished for it!
“Go to your little party with all of your bitches, Jacques!”
I lightly jogged behind her, trying to explain. Her stilettos slammed into the ground with each forceful step. “Listen to me. Stop walking and listen to me!” Passersby stopped in their tracks. She turned around and finally stopped. “How many, Jacques?” She stared up at the sky and a tear rolled down her cheek.
“There hasn’t been anyone but you, Vicky, stop this nonsense.” I grabbed her hands. She snatched them away. “Come on, Vic, it was a massage. That’s it, a fucking massage. I didn’t do anything, I promise you. As a matter of fact, I left early and came home.”
“Oh, is that why you were so fucking worked up today? That’s why you fucked the shit out of me today?”
I felt like I was being attacked for doing the right thing. “Well, yes, you said the key words, Vicky. Fucked you.” I lowered my voice and said, “I fucked you. No one else. You. I didn’t disrespect you. I didn’t cross the line. It was just a massage. I came home to you!” I grabbed her hand. “Come on back to the party. Stop acting like this. You’re better than this. This isn’t you, Vicky. You had too much to drink, baby. Come on.”
