Hell House Returns 4: Reality TV Drama

by Brenda Hampton

  I added a few more dollars to my hidden stash, but when I heard a loud moan, I backed away from the covered pile then closed the door to the storage room. The moans got louder and louder, and as I tiptoed to the bedroom area where Jada was supposed to sleep, I saw that the door was closed. I kind of knew what was up, but it wasn’t until I cracked the door and looked inside when everything was confirmed. Evelyn and Keith were having sex. She was riding him while his hands were gripped on her ass. I watched lustfully as he slowly guided her up and down on his glazed black dick. She moaned, every time she’d made a soft landing on his lap. Her curves from the backside looked nice, and when he released her ass, his hands traced her curves to help calm her grunts and moans that said his dick must’ve been too much for her to handle.

  “Keeeeith,” she whined. “How does it feel, baby? Do you like this? Tell me you’re enjoying yourself. Pleeease.”

  “I am, daaamn, yes, I am.”

  Right then, he moved her off of him and positioned her on her back. While kneeling over her face, he tapped her mouth with the tip of his head, signaling for her to open it. As she did, she sucked on his pipe, moaning some more. His ass tightened as he forced speedy thrusts into her mouth, and by now, I was getting kind of hot and bothered from watching them. I cuffed my hand over my pussy and started to rub my pearl. As Keith rubbed all over Evelyn’s fake, wobbling titties, I envisioned him touching mine. His hand lowered to her coochie, and as his fingers slipped inside of her, she kept opening her legs wider then closing them. He definitely had her on the brink of an orgasm, but what sent me into overdrive was when he sprayed her mouth with his juices. Keith damn near knocked out her teeth—he was moving so fast. Evelyn couldn’t keep up, and I got mad watching her lack of skills. So mad that I gave my pearl some relief and dropped my hands by my sides. I opened the door wider, and when they saw me, they both jumped again. Keith backed a few inches away from Evelyn. She sat up, reaching for the sheet to cover herself.

  “I am so sorry for interrupting,” I said with wide eyes. “I thought I heard someone in here crying. I came to see who it was. I didn’t mean to bust in here like this, but please continue and pay me no mind.”

  “We . . . We were almost done anyway,” Keith said. “Sorry for the noise.”

  “Hey, no problem. But if you want to make more noise, I can kind of help out with that.”

  Keith stared at me, I stared at him. I knew he was down, but when my eyes shifted to Evelyn, she had a look like . . . hell no.

  “You may as well leave,” she said. “I don’t get down like that, and you really did interrupt at the wrong time.”

  I looked at Keith again—he didn’t say one word. I read him so well, and as I started to remove my clothes, the look in his eyes said it all.

  “There’s a first time for everything, Evelyn,” I said. “Either join us or get the fuck out.”

  She snatched up the sheet, covered her whole body with it and chose to leave. But before she exited, she turned to look at Keith.

  “I don’t see you exiting,” she said. “Surely, you don’t want to go there, right?”

  He looked at me lying on the bed with my legs wide open, waiting to receive him. I tossed him a condom that was on the nightstand, and without even answering Evelyn, he opened the package with his two front teeth. She stormed out of the room. I laid there with my legs wrapped around Keith’s back, having the time of my life.

  EVELYN

  I was too mad. Mad as hell to be exact, and who did Chase think she was, coming in on us like that, taking over. Women would always be women, but what Keith did was unforgiveable. It was disrespectful in so many ways, and I didn’t even want to ever look at him again. I regretted going there with him, but every day we had been in this house, he kept making passes at me and saying things that he knew would get me stirred up. I’d said some things too, but this was downright ridiculous. Talk about feeling dissed—I surely felt that way. I wasn’t willing to stay here another day, so I headed to the bedroom, hurrying to put on some clothes so I could go.

  The Hell House rule book said that we could leave at any time, without reason. I didn’t care about winning the money anymore, even though I needed it. Life had been good, just not great. I’d been going from one job to the next, but the last job I had been at for almost eight months. All it did was pay my bills. It was time to get back to it, because this shit wasn’t worth it. I wasn’t sure if I would ever tell Trina about what had happened between me and Keith, but I was too embarrassed right now to even think about it. If she actually married his ass, I would say something. But marriage was a long way off between the two of them. That I was sure of.

  It took me ten or fifteen minutes to pack my belongings, and if anything was left, I surely didn’t care. I marched out of the bedroom with my luggage in tow. Hoped like hell I didn’t see Chase or Keith, but when I stepped into the living room area, Jada was sitting on the sofa, eating an apple. The crunch was loud and she was smacking hard. She glanced at my luggage then turned her head back toward the TV.

  “This apple is so juicy and good. Since everybody been working out, and I haven’t been doing nothing, the least I can do is try to eat right. I’m planning on making baked, pineapple chicken and grilled asparagus tonight. But it looks like you won’t be here to enjoy it.”

  “Unfortunately not. I need to call a cab to come get me, so if you have a phone I could use that would be great.”

  “I do have a phone, but tell me why you leaving. It wouldn’t have anything to do with the fuck room downstairs, would it?”

  “What’s the fuck room?”

  “The room you were just fucking in, and the same one Chase and Keith are screwing in now. Roc and Scorpio than fucked in there too, and if they go there again, I just may join them.”

  Scorpio came inside, and when I looked at her, she had a frown on her face. “What did you say, Jada? I’ve been where?”

  “Too close to Roc, but gone somewhere. Evelyn and me talking.”

  Scorpio threw her hand back and went to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if Jada had told the truth or not about Roc and Scorpio, but it bothered me that she knew what Keith and I had been doing.

  “How do you know what Keith and I were doing?”

  “Because there are cameras all over this place, especially in the bedrooms. I don’t know why y’all be trying to be slick. We told y’all this stuff may be shown on TV. I mean, we can only cut so much. How do you think Trina gon’ feel when she may see you screwing her damn man?”

  “First of all, it was communicated to me that we all have to agree to what is shown on TV. If we didn’t agree, it wouldn’t be shown. I’m not agreeing to anything, and I’m getting out of here today.”

  “You can do what you want to, but stop being so silly. This show is about making money, as are most reality shows. Do you think for one minute the show producers will let you tell them what they can and cannot put on TV? They will find the most outrageous shit to put on there; shit that makes them money. Their objective is to get paid, and a broke bitch like you ain’t got no pull to stop them from doing what they want to do.”

  “For your information, I’m not broke. I will also sue, so you can tell them that, when you talk to them.”

  “Sue with what? Your looks? I don’t think so, Evelyn, besides, you ain’t really all that. You just gon’ have to hold your breath and hope that things work out in your favor. If they don’t, just remember that you put your own self in this situation. Goodbye, and you can wait by the front door for your cab to arrive. It will be here soon.”

  I had nothing else to say, but the producers of Hell House didn’t want to fuck with me. I would get the money to sue them, and I wanted every single video with me in it erased.

  MR. PRESIDENT

  Things around here had started to get sticky. But from what I could see, as well as sense, something wasn’t right. As I had always done, I befriended people, just not to judge them by what was on paper, but by what I exac
tly saw for myself. How they acted and responded to certain things was important, and you could always tell certain things about a person by simply having a conversation with them. That was what I’d done with everybody, and I didn’t like what one person in particular had been doing. She thought she was being slick, and she was able to get away with a whole lot of things because no one had been paying attention. I mean, we’d had some interesting days and nights here already. I enjoyed playing games, watching TV, eating our hearts out, exercising, swimming . . . all of that. I hated to put an end to the fun, but I felt as if it was coming sooner than expected.

  It was almost midnight and everyone was still wide awake, partying hard outside. The music was loud, alcoholic beverages were being passed around and a Soul Train line had been going on for ten or so minutes. One by one, we danced down the aisle, clowning and showing what we were made of. Even I had to go back to the days when myself and my frat brothers used to do our thing, and it just so happened that Keith was an Omega Psi Phi Que too. Roc wasn’t, but that didn’t stop him from joining in with us to chant and stomp the yard. The women were meowing and barking right along with us.

  “At least I know who can really turn up the heat in the bedroom now,” Jada said. “You can always tell what’s up with a man by the way he dances. You can tell what’s up with women too. And all y’all bitches need to sit down because crowd pleasers y’all are not. Too much stiffness going on up in here!”

  Scorpio turned her ass to Jada, presenting what she had been working with. When Jada slapped her ass real hard, Scorpio got upset and the party was now over.

  “Don’t put your hands on me like that again,” she said with a frown on her face. “This ass is made for men to smack, not women.”

  “Then don’t push that stanky muthafucka up on me again. Flaunt that shit elsewhere and stop putting it on people with your nasty self.”

  They went on and on for about an hour. By then, mostly everyone had gone to the bedroom and called it a night. I remained in the living room, meditating with my eyes closed. My head was tilted back; my mind was focused. I had been in my zone for, at least, thirty minutes, and when I opened my eyes I took a long, deep breath. I stood and stretched, before I tackled the stairs to go to the basement. A cigarette was in my pocket. After all that had transpired at the White House, I’d started to smoke every now and then. I put the cigarette in the corner of my mouth, and when I opened the door to the storage room, that was when I saw Chase. She stood, looking like a deer in headlights. I leaned against the doorway with the cigarette still dangling from my mouth. One of my hands was dipped into the pocket of my slacks, and with no shirt on, I knew Chase was surprised to see me.

  “Wha . . . Hello, Mr. President,” she said with a smile. “What are you doing down here?”

  I removed the cigarette from my mouth. Much seriousness was trapped in my eyes. “The question is, what are you doing down here? Shouldn’t you be upstairs sleeping?”

  “I should, but I couldn’t sleep. I came down here to see if I could find some more blankets because I got real cold. Someone mentioned that the storage room had some extra blankets, so I thought I’d find one.” She lustfully examined me with her sneaky, narrowed eyes. “When I find a blanket, would you like to go into the room over there and get cozy with me?”

  I turned my head to look toward the room. “Are you talking about that room over there? The room where you just had sex with Keith?”

  She didn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes, the room where I had sex with Keith, and the room where you and I will have sex too.”

  I chuckled and faced her again. “I love confident women, Chase, really I do. I think women are special, and this world is undeniably a better place because of all of you. But the kind of women I despise are jealous, spiteful, revengeful and hateful women who are masterful at manipulating men, and who get mad when things don’t go according to their plans. You know the ones who plot all the time and do cruel shit that turn people’s world upside down. Those women, no, women and men both, anger me to my core. Every time I come across one of those people, who remind me of terrorists, it triggers something inside of me. As president, I do snap, and when I do, the end result is not always pretty.”

  Chase swallowed and continued with her manipulation. “Well, when the president snaps, I think I may have a cure.”

  “Trust me, you don’t. But what you do have are some matches over there so I can light my cigarette. Why don’t you get me a match, alright? I really need it right now, because if I don’t get my fix, something tragic may happen.”

  Chase saw the look in my eyes. She knew that this was no laughing matter. She was well aware that I’d known about her plan to burn all of us up in this motherfucking house tonight, and try to walk out of here as if she had done nothing. Man or woman, that was cold. What she was to me was evil. Evil people didn’t deserve a place in my world, and so as long as I was the president, they wouldn’t.

  “I . . . There are no matches here, sorry,” she said, appearing brave and fearful at the same time. The look was in her eyes.

  “Yes, there are some in here. Right underneath that blanket, next to the container of gasoline.”

  She bent over to remove the blanket. And right when my eyes shifted to it, she made an attempt to rush out of the storage room. She didn’t get far. I grabbed her neck, shoving her ass back. She stumbled to keep her balance.

  “Wha . . . What in the hell are you doing?” she shouted. “Don’t put your damn hands on me! I don’t care who you are!”

  I definitely didn’t want her to wake the others with her loud voice, so I prepared myself to quickly put an end to this. I snatched up the container of gasoline, dousing her with it as she backed into a corner, starting to yell even louder.

  “Are you fucking crazy!” she hollered. “Don’t put that shit on me! Stop it!”

  I dropped the container then snatched up the matches. Chase’s eyes got real wide.

  “I’m not crazy, Chase, but you definitely are. And then some.”

  Instead of striking a match, I reached for her arm and pulled her out of the room. Her body quivered, but she thought shit was all good because I didn’t strike the match. What I did was shove her against a concrete wall and clamp my hands tightly around her neck. I squeezed tighter and tighter, lifting her feet from the ground and looking into the eyes of what I considered to be one of the devil’s many children. She scratched at my hands for a while, but soon, her arms dropped by her sides. Her lips trembled, but stopped. Eyes then closed. I slowly released my hands, and as I removed them from her neck, her limp body dropped to the floor. I stepped away from it then reached for the phone in my pocket. When I heard his voice, he already knew what to do.

  “Pick her up, dispose of her body and do it before the others wake up.”

  That was all I’d said, before walking up the stairs and closing the door behind me. I went outside, flicking the cigarette away—I felt as if I didn’t need it anymore. All I’d thought about was, it was my job to protect the American people. All Americans, whether they had issues or wasn’t living their lives like other people expected. Chase wasn’t about to let no bullshit like that happen on my watch, and she had certainly underestimated me. As president, sometimes, I had a reputation to uphold on the outside. On the inside, well, I was a motherfucker.

  I washed my hands . . . cleaned myself up a bit and then went into the theater room where I’d told Scorpio to meet me around two in the morning. To no surprise, she was there. She turned her head when the door opened, smiling at me.

  “You asked me to be here, but I almost thought you weren’t going to show up. I didn’t see you on the sofa; I had no idea where you’d gone.”

  I sat next to her, calmly crossing one leg over the other. My hands were clenched together behind my head; I took a quick glance at the movie screen where a comedy movie was playing.

  “I’m always disappearing and doing things I probably have no business doing in here. I can
only do those things while Jada is sleeping—you know she’s like the police around here. I had some private phone calls to make, so I went to the side of the house to make them.”

  “So, in other words, you broke the rules.”

  I placed my finger over my lips. “Shhhh, don’t tell. That’s just between us.”

  “Just like this is between us, right?”

  Scorpio leaned in, placing her lips over mine. Our tongues connected—the taste was real sweet, as I’d expected it to be. She paused to back away from me, and when she did, she lifted her nightgown over her head. She then straddled my lap, and as the reclining chair fell back, I closed my eyes, allowing her to have her way with me, like I knew she would make every attempt to do. My immediate thought was, the world would never be the same, as long as I was the president.

  JADA

  Chase had booked up! In the middle of the night, she had gotten the hell out of here and nobody had seen her since. I wasn’t so sure what had pissed her off to make her want to leave, but that could have been a number of things. Her and Evelyn were cowards. They could dish it out, but damn sure couldn’t take it. I was glad they were gone, and for the past three days, things had been real peaceful. I started to feel better too, especially since Scorpio had seemed to back off Roc a little. He hadn’t been paying her that much attention either, but now her trifling self seemed to be getting too close to the president. He honestly didn’t seem that interested in her, but when it came to men, nobody knew what they were thinking. I just didn’t think a man like him would stoop that low, even though Scorpio was not as bad as Chase was.