by Briann Danae
“Salute to that school shit. You wanna write articles about the music industry?”
“Articles, blogs, new reports, whatever I can get my hands on. Just so happens I’m friends with someone who has connects,” Tiffany smiled.
“Yeah, that’s cool. Make your own connects though. Don’t let who you know be the only reason you make it. Use what ya know to get where you want to be,” Shemel schooled her.
He had learned a long time ago that it was cool to have connections and your friends putting you on, but in the end, you had to let your work speak for itself. A recommendation is one thing, but no one will ever know your full potential unless you let it be known. Once he figured that out, he was good in the streets and with his music.
All Tiffany could do was stare at him, with admiration and lust in her eyes. Not only was he fine as hell to her, but he had brains too. She had met so many rap niggas get in the game and let the industry brainwash them, it was pathetic. She hoped Shemel kept this mindset with whoever he decided to sign with. He was going to be great regardless. Biting her lip, Tiffany stepped closer to Shemel.
“That’s sexy as hell,” she told him.
“What is?” he asked, with a look of confusion plastered on his face.
“Your mind. It’s beautiful. No one has ever said that to me before.”
Chuckling, Shemel took a drink before responding. It never failed. All he was trying to do was put shawty up on some game and she took that as an opportunity to hop on his dick. That was far from what he wanted her to do. Tiffany didn’t have enough ass in his opinion. Plus, it was just casual conversation. Like any man in his situation though, his small head started to do the thinking for him. Pulling her in close, he whispered in her ear.
“You shouldn’t fuck with people who can’t stimulate your mind. If you are, just know they are not for you and you’re wasting your time.”
Moving her hand up his chest, Tiffany stood directly in front of him. The five-inch heels that adorned her feet, put her close enough to his height. Leaning in close, she grazed her hand over the crotch area of his jeans. The lights were dim enough to not know exactly what she was doing, but she didn’t care if they did or not.
“Stimulate my mind. Please,” she said, seductively in his ear.
Shemel bricked up after that. The tone of her voice sounded as if she needed to be rescued. Her body, it needed capturing. Moving his hand from the small of her back, he gripped her ass as best as he could. Not much, but a cuff of the cheek could be detected underneath the tight material. He wondered if she was like most slim girls he ran across. As soon as they took off their clothes, it was like their body transformed into another person’s. It was wild to Shemel, but he was forever appreciative of the thim slick girls, as Fab put it.
“That’s what you want,” he asked, pulling on her curly tresses.
The liquor had him somewhat turned up and the way Tiffany had his mans below feeling, he was about to say fuck this club. He hadn’t crawled up in nothing since he and Reilyn fucked a while back. He had been focused, but mainly waiting for Brix. Time was of the essence though and he needed his situation handled pronto.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want,” Tiffany said, running her tongue over his neck.
Downing the rest of his drink, Shemel made his mind up. Tonight was his last night in the A and this was the most excitement he had come across the whole time. After sitting his cup down, he went over to talk to Marcella. She was sitting on the couch with a group of niggas and girls surrounding her. Although she was a lesbian, the niggas didn’t care. She was pretty and figured she was putting a front on for her fans. No matter how many times she told them that men were not her cup of tea, they never listened.
“Aye, let me holla at you,” Shemel said, standing in front of her table.
All the ladies damn near broke their necks when they saw him standing there. Shemel shook his head at how thirsty they all looked. His ass had been in the section all night, but since he wasn’t paying them any attention, they overlooked him. His presence now had them ready to say fuck the dudes sitting next to them. Marcella sat her drink down and excused herself for a second.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“I’m about to slide out. Ya girl might be with me,” he said, slightly nodding his head in Tiffany’s direction.
With a raised eyebrow, Marcella smirked. She was sure Tiffany had put on the best act ever. She loved her friend dearly, but she was such a hoe. Not one of the biggest, but a hoe was a hoe. No matter the magnitude. Even before Marcella signed to Homage, Tiffany’s name was already well known in the music industry. She had fucked a few niggas on different labels and a few on Homage, thinking it would give her some leverage. That was far from the case. The niggas never talked down about her sex; that shit was A1, and that’s why some of them came back. It was just seeing her out and knowing she was a bopper that sealed the deal for a few of them. They didn’t want to be seen with her, but they’d fuck her no questions asked. Tiffany thought the shit was cute and Shemel was just another one of her victims.
“Oh, okay. Take care of my friend and we can link up tomorrow. When does your flight leave?” Marcella asked.
“Shit, I don’t even know. I’ll find out though and shoot you a text. You be safe out here. You gone be good?”
“Boy yes. I got my people with me. Ain’t nothing gone pop off,” she giggled.
It was the truth though. Her bodyguards were in close proximity, peeping everything. Where ever she moved, so did their attention. Marcella didn’t say much about him leaving with Tiffany because she wasn’t a cock blocker. If her friend wanted to get some dick, who was she to stop her? She had told her about her reputation plenty of times, but it went in one ear and out the other. There was no need to waste her breath.
“Alright. I’ll catch up with you,” Shemel said, before heading back over to Tiffany.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Lead the way,” she replied.
Before they could step out of the section, a few people walked up on them asking questions. A few had cameras in their hand, a recorder, and some a cell phone.
“Hey, Young Mel! We saw you coming out of the Homage Entertainment building earlier this week. Do you plan on signing with them?” one person asked, cheesing.
Shemel felt weird getting asked that questions. It was like everyone wanted to know his next move before he even made a decision. Knowing Jae would kill him for answering questions without her consent, especially about his dealings, he just smiled.
“No comment.”
“Awww, come on. We have to know. Your fans want to know. We have all been waiting for you to make the next big move. What do you have planned?” another asked.
“My next move is going to be to my hotel room fellas. To my fans, they’ll know something soon,” he replied smoothly.
“Will this fine young lady be accompanying you tonight?” a female asked, holding up her cell.
Looking over at Tiffany, he shook his head. This was definitely a setup, but he planned to handle it accordingly. Exactly how Jae had taught him.
“Not at all. I’m just making sure the lady gets to her vehicle safely.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I take a picture of you two right? She’s just a friend?” the girl asked.
Tiffany walked up quick after hearing picture. It wasn’t likely for her to get a picture with her victims, so she was going to milk the opportunity. Wrapping her arm around Shemel’s waist, she smiled.
“We wouldn’t mind at all,” Tiffany answered.
Shrugging his shoulders, Shemel threw his arm over her shoulder. The girl snapped a quick picture on her phone, and another person used their camera to do the same. Once they dispersed from the area, Shemel placed his hand on the small of Tiffany’s back to guide her toward the exit. Making it to the Expedition, he gave a head nod to the driver his manager hired. He didn’t know if Shemel planned on getting tore up or not but didn’t want him t
o be driving.
Climbing inside, Tiffany was sure to exaggerate her bend before taking a seat. Chuckling, Shemel climbed in after her and shut the door. Thinking of how Brix always made him put his seatbelt on, that’s the first thing he did. He had become accustomed to the simple task. He still wasn’t sure why she tripped over it, but thought it was probably out of fear of something bad happening to him. Tiffany didn’t follow suit and decided to scoot closer to him. Now that she was about to have him all to herself, her body was on fire.
When he whispered in her ear and gripped her ass, she knew she was going to be giving him some. She didn’t know when, but she was glad the chance had presented itself sooner than later. His luscious lips sent chills down her spine, and she couldn’t wait to feel them all over her body. Leaning her body over his, she started kissing his neck and let her hand slide up his chest. She was ready to get shit cracking in the back seat of this truck, fuck a hotel.
Letting her hand travel down to his dick, she stroked his imprint. The jeans he had on made it hard to caress it how she wanted to, but she could tell even through the black denim he was packing. She was so happy she made the decision to come out the house tonight. She almost stayed in to study, but quickly changed her mind when Marcella mentioned Young Mel. Her mind was made up before the sentence could leave her mouth.
Moving her hand, Shemel told her to chill. He wasn’t pressed for no pussy and she was acting like there wasn’t somebody in the front seat. He wasn’t the type to turn down pussy in a foreign place, but right now wasn’t the time. For sure, if he was driving, he would let her suck him no doubt, but he wasn’t. Pulling her lips away from his neck, Tiffany sat up straight and pulled her dress down that started to rise. Okay, maybe I need to approach him differently, she thought.
“Chill, we got all night for you to get this dick,” he told her grinning.
Smiling, Tiffany didn’t say a thing. She planned to fuck him until the wee hours of the morning. Most of the dudes she hit off never let her stay the night and she was hoping Shemel was different. It would be nice to wake up to his handsome face. She’d might even give him some morning sex and then dip out on him if the dick was good. If not, she was planning to leave right after.
The driver pulled up to the hotel’s door and started to get out to open the door, but it wasn’t necessary. Shemel patted him on the shoulder and let him know he had it. Having a driver seemed weird, but he appreciated his manager for looking out for him. The last thing he needed to do was get pulled over for driving under the influence or worse, wreck. The driver pulled out his business card and told Shemel to call him if he needed anything else throughout the night. Taking the card, Shemel slipped it into his pocket before heading to the hotel’s doors.
On the elevator ride up, Tiffany stood opposite of Shemel and just checked out his appearance. In the light, he was much better looking. His dreads were still braided into two and she wish they weren’t. She had plans of running her hands through his scalp as she rode him to ecstasy. Just thinking about how sexy he would look with the Rasta boy look, Tiffany bit her bottom lip. As soon as she thought about stepping closer to him, the bell chimed indicating they were on his floor. Letting her walk off first, Shemel smacked her ass. Her lustful stares had him ready to dig her back out.
As he slipped the hotel key into the slot, his cell phone went off, letting him know he had a text message. Locking the door behind him, he flipped the lights on and told Tiffany to get comfortable. She didn’t need to be told twice. Slipping her heels off, she walked over to the complimentary drink selection and poured herself a shot of the Grey Goose that was sitting on the counter. Shemel went to use the bathroom while she chilled out. After washing his hands, he grabbed his phone from the counter and swiped to view the message from Jae.
The text read, “Oh, you popping! Hope you have a good night and wear protection.” Attached to the text was the picture of him and Tiffany on the IG page of TheShadeRoom. It was one of the hottest gossiping slash entertainment sites for who and what was trending in news. Shemel was aware of how much publicity he was now about to receive over one picture and didn’t know how to feel about that.
On one hand, things could go extremely well from the post or they could go downhill. Reading the headline, he shook his head at how they switched his words up. The caption is what made him laugh though.
“Up and coming rapper Young Mel leaves club with Marcella Marino’s best friend Tiffany Gray. What do you think roommates? Doesn’t the couple look amazing! The young and talented rapper from St. Louis was seen coming from Homage Entertainment building earlier this week. We are here waiting to congratulate you when you make the announcement #RapperYoungMel.”
Shemel quickly texted Jae back letting her know they had switched his words up. She simply replied that she knew that already. That’s what social media did. Of course they had to make it seem like Tiffany was his girl and he was signing with Homage. It was all a part of building their fan base even larger. He wasn’t tripping though. Tiffany and he both knew what this was, despite the rumors he was sure were about to surface.
Walking over to the bed where Tiffany was sitting, he held his phone out for her to read. Quickly reading the headline, she wanted to beam with excitement, but held her composure. The words Shemel laced her with earlier replayed in her head and she smirked. He was right. Sometimes it wasn’t all about who you knew, but what you knew to make it. She knew taking the picture would work in her favor one day; today just so happened to be that day.
“Hmm, that’s cute. Wonder how many friend requests I’ll get now,” she said sarcastically.
“We not a couple,” Shemel cleared up before anything.
“Of course we aren’t,” Tiffany said, standing from the bed. “But, you’re all mine for one night. So let’s pretend we are and I fuck you like you’ve been away on tour for a month.”
Pushing Shemel onto his back, Tiffany lowered herself between his legs. Unbuttoning his jeans, she slowly pulled his zipper down. Maneuvering them from his body, she was awarded a clear view of massive dick through his boxers. Wasting no time, she anxiously pulled him through the slit of his boxers and smiled. His girth made her stomach tighten thinking of how good Shemel was going to feel deep inside her walls. Licking her lips, she lowered them and gave the head a slow lick. Shemel wasn’t having that though. He wanted her to get straight nasty with it.
“Nah, suck this mufucka like you mean it. If I had really been gone for a month, my woman wouldn’t be playing with it,” he told her, while sitting up to slide his boxers over his thighs.
Like a kid in a candy store, Tiffany’s face lit up. She was trying to do the whole teasing thing to get him riled up, but that wasn’t necessary. Abiding by his rules as his woman for the night, she took him deep into her mouth a few times to make his erection grow. Pleased with her submissiveness and wet mouth, Shemel pushed his dick down the back of her throat. Falling back on the bed, he let Tiffany work his mans just the way he liked it; sloppily. With a hand gripping her hair tightly, Shemel bit his lip, trying to suppress his moan begging to be let out. If this is what getting signed was going to be like, he was going to sign them damn papers sooner than he thought.
Thirteen
“You want something to drink or you good?” Drew asked Brix.
It was early Sunday morning and instead of going to church, Brix was over his house for one reason. She had finally made up in her mind to go see him. All his begging and pleading had started to become a nuisance. She found it ironic that when he up and disappeared, he had not one thing to say until months later. Now, all of a sudden he was persistent on Brix hearing him out. She was going to do just that and speak her mind as well. He could keep the formalities and lustful stares to himself.
“No. I’m fine,” she replied.
Wherever he had been hiding out at, had treated his body well. His once light skin, was sun kissed with a beautiful tan Brix couldn’t help but adore. Drew had always been fine t
o her. He had the boy next door look to him and she loved it. His clean cut fade and pink lips are what attracted her to him. He wasn’t the tallest guy, standing at 5’8, but was taller than her so it worked out. Taking a seat across from her at the kitchen table, Drew just stared. He could tell by her body language that she didn’t want to really be here, but she needed to be. What he had to tell her had to be revealed today or he was going to lose it.
The two years he was gone gave him time to get over why he left, but being back in his hometown and around Brix pulled all those emotions out from deep within. The sounds of him slowly rotating his glass of apple juice, were the only noises that could be heard. They were both dead silent, waiting for the other to speak up. The conversations over the phone weren’t even this awkward. Deciding to finally break the ice, Brix spoke up. Hopefully whatever he had to say was quick and she could go home. Her attitude today was off the Richter and she could feel her skin getting hot thinking of the lie he was about to tell.
“Why did you want to see me so bad?” she asked him.
“It’s been two years Brix. I missed you.”
“That’s not my fault. I’m not the one who broke up with you and went into hiding. If you knew you were going to miss me so much, your ass should have never left,” she spat.
Drew’s eyes went wide as he listened to the words she spat come out like venom. He was sure that she hated him by now; it was only right.
“I had to leave. It wasn’t up to me. I left so that I wouldn’t hurt you more than you already were.”
“You don’t do that to someone you claim to love Drew. How would you have felt if I up and disappeared and you didn’t hear from me in months. Let alone see me for two years. TWO YEARS Drew! Who does that!” she said, slapping her hand on the table. She was beyond pissed at this point.
“So you wanted me to stay and hurt you? Huh? Is that what you wanted? I couldn’t and you don’t even know what the fuck I was going through once I left Brix. I left to protect your heart; that’s all I ever wanted to do,” Drew said sadly.
