I laughed because I assumed the kids thought he was an NBA superstar because of his height, weight and the way he was wearing dark glasses until one of the little boys said, “Mr. Wallace, is it true you’re going to a NBA training camp this year?”
Ant shook the little boys head and said, “Yes, it’s true; I can’t play college basketball forever can I, man?”
The little boy said, “No,” and his father approached and shook Ant’s hand.
“You gave them hell last month, son.” Ant looked the older white man directly in his face, giving him full eye contact, and thanked him.
We made it to our table with the entire restaurant watching us. “What was all that about?”
Come to find out, Mr. Anthony Wallace was a big time college basketball star at California State University at Berkley. My uncle had said Keisha’s sister, who I still hadn’t managed to see or find out who she was, and I were the only two who made it. He must have meant out of the girls because everyone seemed to know Anthony Wallace, power forward from Cali.
“What the hell are you still doing walking around south central LA like a nobody? I can’t believe you even sleep down there when you’re in town. You don’t have to put up with them low-lifes.”
He put his index finger over my mouth. “Damn, you talk too much and you always talking shit. My mama and daughter live there and that is where I am from. Even if I get picked up by a NBA team, I’m doing my mama just like you did your daddy. I’m going to hook her house up, get her a security gate and a nice ass alarm system. I’m going to keep a little change in my boys’ pockets like Tyrone and Javier, who ain’t never leaving the 'hood to keep her extra protected. Now shut up and order you something so we can get ready to party.”
He was dumb as fuck to think his life would be that easy as a celebrity, but who am I to bust his bubble? He will learn the hard way.
Once we arrived at the hotel, we showered separately and hit the casino. We started at the crap tables and then ended up playing black jack. It was too hot in the daytime to move around, so we decided to gamble at the same hotel we were staying at until sunset.
Ant was more of a gentleman than I thought. Every chair I sat in, he pulled out, doors I went through, he ran to open and he paid for every drink I ordered that didn’t come free.
He suggested we put on our party clothes now so we would not have to go back to the room anytime soon. I didn’t want to be the party pooper, but I was really enjoying myself with him and didn’t want to be separated by the loud environment of the club, so I asked to go sightseeing instead.
I arranged a two-hour long limousine ride around the strip with stops made at our request. I had never had so much fun. Ant made the driver stop where Tupac was shot and made him block traffic on an already busy street while we paid our respect. Ant said a few words of thanks to the deceased rapper with his lighter lit.
I had passed this area at least eight or nine times and it never crossed my mind that one of my favorite rappers was shot below my wheels. I hate that “out of sight, out of mind” shit and I do it all the time. I was crying my eyes out at my high school’s football game when the radio DJ announced he died in the hospital. I played all his songs on repeat and promised to stay a devoted fan. Almost 15 years later, I had to be reminded by a man five years younger than myself to never forget his legacy.
We rapped every Tupac song that we could think of. Later, Ant said he had done the same for Biggie in Hollywood. He loved both rappers in different ways and couldn’t place one over the other. He thanked them both for paving the way.
After we were done rapping our heads off, he asked me to close my eyes. “How can you ask me to close my eyes? I can’t stop smiling and laughing long enough to see out of them now.”
Throwing his hands up, he said, “Just shut up for once, damn, your mouth will make you miss out on a lot of shit!” I rolled my eyes and then closed them.
He kissed my lips softly four times and then went into my mouth with his tongue and wrapped it around mine. I felt him dig in his pocket. I could tell he didn’t want the kiss to end, but he needed to find whatever he was looking for in his pocket.
Ant pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to the driver. He had won $1,500 on the crap table. “Aye, man, give us one more hour and roll up that window.” He pointed to the tinted window that separated us from the driver and then continued kissing my lips.
In between those kisses, he managed to say, “Sorry I turned you down when we were kids, I know I fucked up. Lay back so I can make it up to you.” I was down for some freaky shit, but fucking in the back seat of a limo was a little bit much.
“Ant, you must be drunk! I am not fucking you in the back of this limo and you need to start thinking like a future celebrity. What if he sells this to a tabloid? I could just see it now-NBA superstar fucks childhood friend in the back seat of a limo while holding a memorial for Tupac and Biggie.” He covered my mouth with his hand and cut me off.
“Na-Na, whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Ain’t that why you brought me here?”
He continued kissing me, but not before I was able to get out, “Don’t call me Na-Na.”
Laying me back on the seat, he ate the hell out of my pussy. I watched his ears flap like Dumbo flying away; that’s how fast he was moving his head. It felt so good. The only thing killing the mood was that I kept getting stuck to the leather seats.
I could see the driver watching us more than the road. Something about the driver watching turned me on even more, so I pulled my titties out so he could have something to look at. I laid back and let him eat my pussy all the way back to the hotel. He didn’t even attempt to fuck me. When the limo stopped, he licked his lips and drank the champagne straight from the bottle.
It was now a quarter to 10 PM and even though I had done a lot of drinking, the head he gave me made me hungry.
“Can we please go eat now?”
Ant flagged down a cab. “What type of food you want to eat? ‘Cause all I’m trying to eat tonight is you!”
He hadn’t even washed his face. “You are not riding around Las Vegas with my pussy all over your face!” He jumped in the cab then said, “Watch me!”
I shook my head and said, “Seafood.”
The cab driver took us to this nice little crab shack that also served lobsters. The food was great. After we had eaten, we called it a night to rest for Saturday night. I thought Ant would be mad when he saw me headed to the other bedroom and not the one he was already occupying. Instead, he yelled “I’ll get your ass tomorrow.”
I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t wake up until almost two in the afternoon Saturday. When I came out the bedroom of our two-bedroom suite, Ant was on the floor working out.
“You know there is a gym here, right?” He stopped his crunches. “I was there all morning, sleepy head, go back to sleep if you going to start talking shit. As a matter fact, I’m ordering us some room service. You can’t talk with your mouth full.”
He thought he was so funny, so I ate in silence. I didn’t say anything to him for two hours; it was almost five when I opened my mouth.
“It’s our last day here and I want to enjoy it. Can we start drinking now and have a late dinner if we get hungry?” I tried hard to sound ticked off.
Ant walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out another bottle of champagne. “Let’s do it, baby.” We killed that bottle and ordered two more that had the same fate as the first. I was sloppy drunk and more horny than drunk.
“So, is that how you do Ant; eat a woman’s pussy then leave her fiending for the dick?” He stood over me.
“I showed you what my mouth was about, how about giving me a sample of yours?”
I wasn’t totally out of it, but I remembered that I had setup the video camera in my room in the closet and had it set on zoom facing the bed when we first arrived.
“I’m going to suck your dick in here right now, but when we done, I want to you to take me in m
y bedroom and you fuck the shit out of me doggy style. Can you handle that?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I can handle that. Get your drunken ass in the bed now. This liquor got me and I need to pee. When I get in there, have that ass in the air.”
My plan seemed to work like clockwork. I went and hit record and before he made it to the room, I was at the head of the bed with my ass in the air, waiting on him to come and pound me.
He rested his dick on my back while he opened the condom. At first, I thought it was his hand because it was heavy but just as I thought, everything on his body was big.
When he slid his dick inside of me, he cupped both of my breasts in his hands and started pounding me. There weren’t any feelings behind it, either. When I started telling him he was in too deep, he went deeper.
“Shut yo’ ass up and take this dick. This how you wanted it, didn’t you?”
I screamed out, “YES.” Ant let my breasts go and gripped a hand full of my hair dead in the center of my head and forced me to look in his direction.
He kissed me while he stroked, which made his dick slide into a less painful position. “Bite my lip, Savannah.” I sucked his bottom lip until the majority was in my mouth and bit down on it.
He pulled his lip away and pushed my face into the pillow and held his hand over my head so I couldn’t lift it up and went deeply all over again.
I felt the cum slide down my legs. “Damn, this pussy good, girl; I knew it was going to be.” Ant tucked his arms under my armpits until his arms wrapped over my shoulders and laid me down backward on his dick.
I screamed out, “ANT,” because his dick felt like it was in my guts.
“You on top now, baby, show me how much dick you want in you.”
I went down on the dick to the halfway point, came back up, and then went down on it again. “Savannah you can take more dick than that.” He moved me off of him and flipped me over. This big nigga moved fast.
He placed my legs in the air and, with one hand, held both of my feet together and started fucking me slightly sideways. I came again.
“I can’t wait ‘til you’re my girl so I can take this condom off. That pussy getting wet as hell; I know it’s some killer.”
He closed his eyes and turned his head up to the ceiling. The grand finale was just seconds away and I wanted to egg him on. I started moaning louder until it was in full words.
“Fuck me, Ant, fuck me. FUCK ME, make me cum daddy, Ant fuck me !” It was working like a charm.
He put his head back down and started looking at me in my eyes; I licked my lips, bit my bottom one, and heard the words I had wanted to hear. “Oh, shit, Savannah, I’m about to nut,” and his river came flowing.
It was hard as hell to get myself dressed to impress after getting some good dick like that and I was still drunk. I did my best, though. I put on an all-white, tie around the neck dress that stopped three inches under my butt.
I put the stilettos I brought to wear with the dress back in the box and put on my back up all white pumps. I went over the layers in my hair with my flatiron, applied a little lipstick and was ready to go.
There must have been a memo sent out because Ant walked out of the room in all white, too, and boy, was he looking good. I ran back in the room and used a feminine wipe to absorb the new wetness looking at him brought on. That nigga could dress.
When I came out the room, he was posing for me. “You can say it, baby, a nigga look good, don’t I?”
Not wanting to pump his head up, I replied, “You straight, slightly above average.”
He took my hand and said, “That’s cool, you can hate. Your pussy already told me what was up.” Then we headed for a night on the town.
We fell into some club in a new casino on the strip. It was packed and jumping. The bouncer recognized who he was at the door, let us in free, and then lead us to the VIP section. The place was filled with celebrities.
Surprisingly, he didn’t seem excited when he saw who our company was, instead he acted the same way everyone else did.
I didn’t want to be under him the whole night so after an hour or so, I went to mingle with the non-VIP club goers. I danced with about five different men before making my way to the bar. When I looked at the VIP section, Ant was covered with women. I didn’t want to look like a hater, so I got comfortable.
“What is a pretty thing like you doing sitting at the bar and not dancing with me?” The voice was deep like Barry White’s and him whispering in my ear sent chills down my spine. Standing in front of me was this heap of black beauty. His aura was of a Greek God or African war hero. If it weren’t for the flashing lights and his cream colored suit, I wouldn’t have been able to see him. Brother was black. He smelled of cocoa butter and Blue Magic hair grease.
I couldn’t make out his features completely, but he was fine enough to dance with. We danced for three songs straight which all seemed to be neo soul songs.
After the dance, he took me back to where he found me at the bar, took a seat next to me and bought us both a drink. We talked about our careers and life for almost an hour before Ant came and asked me to dance with him.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Savannah?”
With my head on his chest, I shook my head yes. “I was watching you dance with color purple over there, that’s when I realized I came here with the prettiest woman in Nevada tonight.” The flower man came by and offered me a flower for Ant to buy. I turned down the offer.
“No, ma’am, the guy at the bar just brought it for you.” I turned to face the bar, but there was no one there. Ant, the flower man and I searched through the club trying to see who bought it for me. Finally, the flower man pointed to the door and there was a man leaving with dreads. Was that Dre?
Suddenly, I snapped at the flower man. “What did he look like? Did he have a tattoo on his face? Huh? Answer me! Did he have a southern accent? Could you make out his eye color?”
The flower man seemed scared. “I couldn’t see his face, ma’am, and he didn’t sound like he had an accent.” Ant stood in front of me.
“What’s wrong, Savannah? Are you okay? Who do you think that was?”
I wasn’t sure who that was or if it was Dre. After five drinks at the club and the champagne at the hotel, there was nothing I could say to Ant except, “You want to smoke?” and then headed out the club to go vomit on Las Vegas’ beautiful strip. Happy third birthday, Sade.
Chapter 11: The New Intern
After all the visions of Dre, I decided to speed up my acts of revenge. The weekend after my trip to Las Vegas with Big Ant was when Tyrone showed me he was the weakest link in his crew. It had been almost two weeks since that disappointing sexual encounter.
I was back to work and focused. I had fucked all the “Hoe Crew’s” men or should I say, babies daddies and would let stage two of my plans hold off until I found out if my company was really going to open an office in Seattle, WA. If they did, I would be moving there, which would be closer to Sade and far away from the drama I’m about to cause in California.
When I made it to work, Stephanie told me there was a certified letter waiting for me on my desk. Whenever I heard letter, I automatically thought it had something to do with Dre. This time it didn’t.
The letter was from Dr. Davis reminding me to have my ovarian cysts looked at and informing me of her moving her practice to Memphis, TN. I hadn’t thought about those little circles they found on my ultrasound since the doctor brought it to my attention. She said that cysts were common in African American women and didn’t really push the issue for me to have them checked out, so I didn’t. I will also put that on my things to do list, right next to Will’s handsome ass.
Ever since Tyrone called himself talking shit to me after his three minutes of nothing, I’ve wanted to fuck his best friend. That would be the cherry on top of my ice cream of revenge.
I didn’t have time to setup any appointments right now, not to see my doctor in Memphis, TN or Will. I had t
wo interns who had started almost two weeks ago that I had never met. So, I decided to be the best boss of the year and treat them both to a two hour lunch in Hollywood at Universal City walk’s Hard Rock Café.
When I arrived, they were already seated at a table enjoying the live band. When I introduced myself, they both stood and the relaxed look they had on their faces while I was walking to the table seemed to disappear. They were business people. I loved it.
“There are two things I don’t play about and that is my business and my past. Since this lunch has nothing to do with either, you both can relax. I want to get to know you and your personalities.”
Neither one of them sat down until I took my seat. I felt like a judge. “Well, let’s start this off with a round of drinks. I want to congratulate you both on making it this far in college. Of course, after our lunch, I will be sending you home with full credit for today. I can’t have you feeling like happy hour on the job.”
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