The Reunion Show

by Brenda Hampton

  The day was long; too long, and I had other things to do. Jada had packed up her things, and she asked if I would help her carry her bags to the taxi. I did. Once her stuff was placed on the back seat, she got inside to sit down. She left one foot on the ground, while leaving the door opened. Her mouth widened, but before she could say a word, I spoke up.

  “Six people divided by one hundred thousand dollars is approximately sixteen thousand, six hundred and sixty-six dollars. That’s all I’m giving you because you did not play fair, plus, you fucked me over.”

  She opened her mouth wide, showing her off-white teeth. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, but are you for real? You gon’ give me some money? Was that my gift?”

  “Yes. If I said I would give you the money, then I’m gon’ do it. Now, make this quick and tear one of your checks out of your checkbook and give it to me.”

  She cocked her head back and her face fell flat. “A check? What for?”

  “So I can deposit the money into your account tomorrow.”

  “Aw, but, uh, do I look like I got a checkbook affiliated with me? I was gon’ take the check Jeff gave me to his bank or to a cash-check place around the corner from my house. I’m in Telecheck. These folks out here don’t trust me with no checks. Hard times, baby, real hard times. You wouldn’t know nothin’ about that, though.”

  I released a sigh, hoping she was playing. I had a feeling she wasn’t. “You need to get yourself together, ya feel me?”

  “I will, and if you round that sixteen up to twenty thousand, it may help me get a bit more stable faster. As far as the money goes, what about a Visa Green Dot card or my RushCard? Can you put the money on there?”

  “Never heard of a Visa Green Dot or a RushCard. I’ve got plenty of Visas, so I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.”

  She shook her head. “Jaylin, Jaylin, Jaylin. Your wealth has you so out of touch. I understand that you don’t have to use prepaid cards, but you should at least know what they are.”

  “Yeah, whatever. I’ll do twenty g’s, but give me your phone number so I can contact you tomorrow with a new checking account number. The money will be in there, so make smart choices, invest, and spend it wisely.”

  Jada had no idea that I was really going to deposit fifty grand into her account. I had my reasons for doing so. I removed my cell phone from my pocket and held it. She was giddy as ever. Tears filled her eyes as she reached out to grab my neck, holding it tight.

  “I’m so grateful right now. Damn it, Jaylin. Not only do you have a big dick, but you got a big heart to back it up. I understand why so many women love you. You the bomb, baby. So fuckin’ real, I swear.”

  I liked doing nice things for people, especially for women who had a certain impact on me. But I wasn’t down with all this mushy shit, so I gave Jada a pat on the back and then backed away from her. She provided me with her phone number, and after putting her leg into the taxi, I closed the door. I watched as the taxi took off and was out of my sight. I had no regrets hooking up Jada, and I intended to hook up Prince too. They were young people who I thought needed an opportunity. Everybody else in Hell House, they were on their own.

  With the premises being clear, it was time to get down to the real business. I made my way back into the house and onto the patio where Jeff and a few of his crew remained. Jeff was sitting in a lounging chair with his feet propped on the table. I pulled back on a chair and sat across from him. We stared at each other and then smiled.

  “Section 565.250 and twenty years in prison, my ass,” he said. “You are so freaking good, man, I swear you missed your calling as an actor. I wasn’t so sure if you could pull this off.”

  “Neither was I. When Jada started kicking your ass, I thought you was gon’ say fuck it.”

  “Not a chance in hell, even though she banged me up pretty good.”

  We laughed and agreed. Jeff placed the contract on the table for me to sign it. It was a 2.5 million dollar contract that paid me as the creator of Hell House. I sold it to the network who was the highest bidder. They knew it would be a hit like I did. The only thing that I asked to be excluded was Roc’s sexual escapade with Chase. Everything else was a go. Jeff would get his cut as the executive producer and the participants in the house had a chance to become famous. Plenty of opportunities would come knocking at their doors, but it was up to them to pursue opportunities that increased their financial statuses. My deal here was done. Business prospects for me were endless. I had figured out another way to line my pockets with money without anyone knowing that I was behind this. Not even my best friend, Shane, knew. I kept telling him that I was a real winner. Maybe in due time, people would start to believe it.

  Jeff and I shook hands on our deal. I had to meet with someone else, so I jetted. On my way out the front door, I dialed out on my cell phone to make sure he was going to meet me at the restaurant at ten. With the phone close to my ear, I headed to my Midnight Blue Aston Martin that was parked several feet away from the house. As I got closer, I squinted and saw Chase sitting on the hood of my car. It was pretty dark outside, and the only light came from a streetlight that was near the corner. Her backside on my hood was a no-no, so I clicked the end button on my phone and put it into my pocket. The frown on my face let her know that I didn’t approve of her ass being on my car.

  “Don’t look so mean,” she said as I walked up to her. “Smile. I’m sure somebody loves you.”

  “Get off my car. Your heels may scratch it and I don’t want any dents in it.”

  She eased off my car, stood, and folded her arms. “Sorry, but I thought I’d wait until you were finished. I don’t know what took you so long, and I thought Jeff and his crew had roughed you up in there. In five more minutes, I was going to bust in with my shotgun.”

  “Good thing you didn’t have to. I had to put closure to that shit, and I’m glad it’s a wrap.”

  “So am I. But I seriously hope that you’re not going to put closure to us. It would be a shame for the two of us to go our separate ways after this. Don’t you think so?”

  “It doesn’t matter what I think, especially since I have to be somewhere important in like,” I lifted my wrist to look at my Rolex, “like in forty minutes.”

  Chase reached out to pull on my belt, bringing me forward. “Whoever she is, she can wait. I, on the other hand, can’t.”

  She unhooked my belt buckle and pulled my shirt outside of my pants. I loved spontaneous sex with beautiful women, so I didn’t dare stop Chase. She unbuttoned the buttons on my shirt and then rubbed her hands on my carved chest. I inched forward, but she lightly pushed me backward, causing me to stumble a little.

  “You know you’re out of control, don’t you?” I said.

  “I do. Therefore, I need a man like you to tame me and take control.”

  Her eyes gazed into mine, as she hiked up her dress and exposed her shaved pussy that waited for me to fill it. Not from the front, but from the back. Chase turned on her stomach and poured her body over the smooth curves in my car. She stretched her legs far apart, and I’d be lying if I said the position she had on my car wasn’t a beautiful sight. Having my full attention, she reached her hand back to smack her pretty ass. It jiggled, causing my dick to rise to the occasion and signal for an exit. I reached in my suit jacket to retrieve a condom. After tearing the package open with my teeth, I slipped it on. I moved forward, and not wasting another minute, I leaned in and positioned Chase to receive every inch of me. The moment I rotated my hips, a loud moan escaped from her mouth that remained open. I stirred her pussy juices, even while my cell phone rang. I knew it was Roc by the ringtone, but I wasn’t about to exit no pussy that was this sopping wet. Roc and I had to reschedule. As a potential future business partner, he’d understand that there were times when some things came before business.

  When I discovered how the women in the house tried to play Roc, I had Jeff reach out to him. And even though Roc had backstabbed me, I didn’t want
to see him caught up in no shit with the woman he loved. I’d been there too. I only wished that somebody had saved my ass. But either way, I met with him while he was at the hotel. We discussed how to bring Hell House to closure. I explained everything to him, and when I offered to give him a substantial amount of the money I’d made, he shocked me when he refused to take it. All he wanted was possession of the pictures and for his sexual encounter with Chase to be erased from the film. In addition to that, he wanted peace. I told him that I would use everything within my power to get Chase to back off, but we knew that she was a force to be reckoned with. Roc agreed that if all efforts had failed, he would deal with her in his own way. He was appreciative of me for reaching out to him and we discussed other things to partner up on to make money.

  We even discussed Sylvia, who had left on a fucked-up note. Some people couldn’t be saved; I definitely wasn’t trying to save everybody. She had some things she needed to work on, and even though she talked a good game about reevaluating herself, there was no action. The same applied to Chase. All she was good for was sex. No man would ever take her seriously until she got real with herself, got to the core of her problems with men, and dealt with it. Until then, she would continue to put herself out there like this.

  I heard a thump that knocked me out of my thoughts. My suit jacket and silk shirt were now hanging off my broad shoulders. I had kicked up a sweat trying to milk all that I could from Chase’s pussy. The way she was working me, though, I was sure she had dented my car. She stretched her arms wide and squeezed her fists. Another moan followed as my fingers circled her swollen, tension-packed pearl. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and released a soft moan.

  “Mmmm, this dick is…it’s spectacular, Jaylin. I sooo wish you were on the receiving end of this, just so you could have a better understanding of how the way you’re sliding that thing in and out of me feels.”

  Her wetness soaked the condom. While holding her waistline, I kept grinding my steel to reach the depths of her tunnel. “I’ll take your word for it, baby. I know how you feel. I’m also confident that you wouldn’t lie to me about my performance.”

  Chase kept backing it up and I kept hitting that pussy in the right spot, causing it to show out for me. Before entering Hell House, I hadn’t indulged myself like this in quite some time. Considering all that had happened in my life lately, it’s been all work, not much time for play. I couldn’t help but to think about Scorpio believing that I couldn’t get hard anymore. I had to laugh, as the old me would’ve called her and put Chase on the phone so she could give Scorpio explicit details about how I was making her feel right now. I could only imagine what would happen if the two of them ever came in contact. They had a lot in common, and the hell from this house would revert to hell in my house. The more I thought about it, though, Naughty is what I had perfected. And there was no secret that scandalous men always appreciated scandalous women. Chase was messy too, but if anyone could tame her, bring her back to reality, it was definitely me.

  On the verge of an explosive orgasm, Chase pulled her cheeks further apart, allowing me to have the best view of the night, while watching my rhythmic insertions. Her pussy was stuffed, and as her creamy glaze started to cover me, she turned her head to the side and closed her watery eyes.

  “You’re there,” she cried out. “Right where I…I need you to tickle that spot and fuck me harder. Go hard, baby! Turn this shit up and dig deeper into this pussy. It’s talking to you, Jaylin. Don’t you hear it speaking?”

  “Loud and clear. Keep talking.”

  To avoid her cum from flowing on the hood of my car, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. I positioned her pretty ass right in front of me, and honored her request to turn this shit up. Chase’s pussy kept talking. Talked so much that, after her orgasm, she faced me and threw her arms tightly around my neck. I caressed her trembling body, keeping it close to mine. I could feel her heart beating fast, and as we stood in silence, I chuckled at the thought of her being in my Naughty clique. Shame on me for daring to go there, but a man like me would never let a pussy that speaks so clearly to me pass me by.

  “What are you thinking about?” Chase whispered. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

  “Just thinking about how good you were to me and about how we all won this challenge without even knowing it.”

  Chase cocked her head back to look at me. “Winners? Really? My pussy may be a real winner, but my pockets are still empty. And I’m not sure if the others would agree with you on the winning thing or not.”

  “Maybe, maybe not. But when you have an open mind, you’ll see what I mean.”

  She shrugged and straightened her clothes. I watched Chase, thinking about her comment. In my opinion, she was the sex-game winner. From day one, it was her motive, and she had conquered all. If she was disappointed about not being a big winner, maybe she should have set her stakes higher. Prince was the life-lessons winner. He gained much knowledge, hopefully making him a better young man. Roc won pertaining to relationships. When you know better, you do better. I predict that after his woes are worked through, he’d be on the right path. Sylvia got another wake-up call about self and friends, and Jada could possibly be the biggest winner of us all. Hell House put us in a position to prosper, but prospering wasn’t always about money. It was unfortunate that Chase wasn’t smart enough to realize it, so with that in mind, I washed my hands of her. Good pussy with the lack of brains didn’t do much for me these days, so I said my goodbyes, got in my car, and jetted.

  Surprised? Don’t be. It’s how I, Jaylin Jerome Rogers, smoothly operated. Hate me or love me, I represent who I say I am. I pressed my foot on the accelerator, zooming in and out of traffic while thinking about the future of Hell House. The thoughts of it made a smile wash across my face, and I winked ahead at what all of this would eventually lead to.

  Two words: Stay tuned.

  A St. Louis native, Brenda Hampton is recognized as being a writer who brings the heat. She has written over twenty-plus novels, including anthologies, and her literary career is filled with many accomplishments. Her name has graced the Essence magazine best- sellers list, and she was named a favorite female fiction writer in Upscale magazine. Her mystery novel, The Dirty Truth, was nominated for an African American Literary Award, and she was awarded, by Infini Promotions, for being the best female writer.

  Hampton’s dedication to her career, and her original literary works, led to a multibook deal. She works as a literary representative for an array of talented authors, and she is the executive producer of an upcoming reality TV show, based out of St. Louis, Missouri where she resides.

  In an effort to show appreciation to her colleagues in literature, Hampton created The Brenda Hampton Honorary Literacy Award and Scholarship Fund. The award not only celebrates writers, but it also represents unique individuals who put forth every effort to up- hold the standards of African-American literature. Visit the author at www.brendamhampton.com and www.hellhouse.homestead.com

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