“DO NOT,” I yelled, “touch my damn face, Brashaney. You’re taking this a bit too far, so please, get in your car and make your way home.”
She snatched her wrist away from me. “Ooo . . . I swear this is it! You better not ever call my house for as long as you live!”
As I walked to my car, she followed behind me and continued to rant. I opened the door and gave her confirmation. “I promise you, I will never call you again.”
I got in my Mercedes and slammed the door. I heard a clunk when she walked past, so I hopped out to see if she had caused any damage to it. “Don’t play, silly-ass,” I said, looking to make sure everything was cool. She gave me the finger, and walked abruptly to her car.
As I was backing out of the driveway, I reached for my cell phone to call my baby Mackenzie. I forgot to tell her good-bye, and when Nanny B answered, I asked her to put Mackenzie on the phone. She blew me a kiss, and told me how handsome I looked. I smiled because that was all the approval I needed.
It was ten minutes after eight when I honked the horn outside of Scorpio’s condo. Normally, out of respect, I would go to the door. But since I had already called to let her know I was around the corner, I expected her to be outside waiting. I got out, leaned against the ’Cedes, and waited.
Almost five minutes later, she strolled out, taking her time. But when I saw how amazing she looked, I couldn’t do nothing but smile. She wore the black satin dress I’d bought her, her hair was just like I had asked: pinned up with a few strands dangling on her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless, and her thick, perfectly arched eyebrows could have put her on the front of Essence Magazine. Her scent was like a bed of roses, and it gave me a rise. To complete the look, her finger and toenails were polished to perfection. It made me feel good to have a woman like her by my side and I would never have it any other way. I opened the door for her and puckered for a kiss before she got inside.
She put her hand in front of my face. “Save it. Don’t go being all nice to me now.”
“Just be quiet. Did anybody ever tell you that you talk too much?”
“No, but did anybody tell you that you’re a control freak?”
“All the time, baby.” I gave her a peck on the cheek and closed the door. I ran over to the driver’s side and got in.
“So, what happened to your date?” I knew she couldn’t wait to ask.
“She didn’t make the cut,” I said.
“Jaylin, please. So, now women got to audition in order to be with you, huh?”
“No, nothing like that, but there are certain things I’m very particular about.”
“Certain things like what?”
“Like a woman’s hair, her skin, her smell, her clothes, her nails, her makeup, her ass, her pussy.” I rubbed my hand on Scorpio’s leg near the good stuff. “You know how I am about that, don’t you?”
“Okay, I got your point. But who in the hell are you critiquing us like you do?”
“I’m J-A-Y-L-I-N, if you wanna be with me, you got to fit in.”
“So, you’re a rapper now, huh? You are so full of yourself it’s ridiculous. And by the way, please don’t quit your day job because that was pathetic.”
We both laughed.
“Anyway, uh—” I cleared my throat. “Are you gonna shake a brotha down tonight or what? You know it’s been awhile since I tapped into that ass, right?”
“So, you’re asking now? And if my memory serves me correctly, it’s been less than a week since I tapped into that dick, right? Besides, I thought you were the kind of man who just takes what he wants.”
“Yep, that would be me. But you know I wanna take it right now since you’re looking all pretty and everythang. You are so lucky we’re heading to our destination, and I don’t want to mess you up.”
“Was that a compliment?”
“Yes, it was. I gotta hand it to you, baby, you really out did yourself tonight. You know a brotha appreciate it, don’t you?”
“Well, he’d better. ’Cause if he don’t, he won’t be getting near my good stuff anytime soon.”
“Um . . . So, does that mean if I act right, I’m getting some juice tonight?”
“Juice? That depends on how well you arouse me.”
Scorpio reached over and placed her hand on my goodness. It gave her some attention and she started to unzip my pants.
“Don’t play, Scorpio. I’m already running late, and if you pull that motherfucker out, you gon’ be in deep, deep trouble.”
“I love trouble. Bring it on.”
“I got you later, and you’d better be ready for me to fuck the shit out of you too.”
Scorpio laughed and pulled her hand back.
I flew down Highway 40 trying to get to the Adams Mark downtown. By the time we got there we were nearly two hours late. The presentations had already started, but there wasn’t anything I could do.
We quietly walked through the elegantly decorated ballroom with dimmed lighting from the hanging chandeliers. Our round table was dressed with a white tablecloth, fine china, and gold silverware. Nearly everyone had on formal attire. I was relieved Brashaney wasn’t by my side. Schmidt was so glad to see me; he didn’t even seem to care how late I was. He stood and shook my hand as he introduced me to his unattractive wife, like I’d never met her before. In return, I introduced the entire table to Scorpio. The men at the table, who were Angela’s husband, Doug, Roy, and Clay, another one of my coworkers, had their mouths wide open.
I pulled back the chair for Scorpio. Flattered by all the attention, she crossed her legs in front of her. Considering my past history with Angela, she cut her eyes and tooted her lips. I ignored her and reached over to shake hands with Roy’s and Clay’s wives.
The ceremony was too damn long. I found myself getting tired, even though the conversation at the table was flowing. They were all up in Scorpio’s and my business. Asking questions about how long we’ve been dating, and where we met. I hoped like hell that none of them had known she was previously a stripper, and when Roy asked what she did for a living, I quickly intervened.
“She’s an entrepreneur. I’m assisting her with her career in fashion merchandising. She’s very creative when it comes to designing clothes, and can model any piece remarkably well.”
“Really?” Scorpio replied. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, Jaylin. We should talk more about that later.” She picked up her wineglass, took a sip, and shot bullets at me from her eyes.
I was glad when the Mistress of Ceremonies introduced Schmidt’s Brokerage as a sponsor and called me to the podium. I stepped up, cracked a few simple-minded jokes, and presented the chosen organization a check for $5,000. As the audience applauded, then listened to the president of the company speak, I looked around the room and wondered, where in the hell are all the black people? I always felt out of place and wondered if anyone else felt as I did. I scanned the room for a while, and noticed Felicia at a table with her employer. She was staring so hard; I couldn’t do anything but nod and smile at her. When the president was finished, I spoke about the importance of giving. The crowd agreed, and loudly applauded as I made my way back to the table. Schmidt stood, gave me another proud handshake, and pat me on my back. I took a seat and Scorpio leaned in to give me a kiss.
“Good job,” she whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”
Shortly after my presentation, it was Felicia’s turn. She stepped up to the podium wearing a white silk strapless dress with tiny slits on both sides. Her braids were wrapped in a French roll, and two curls dangled on the sides of her face. She wore a four-tier diamond necklace that sparkled, long shimmering diamond earrings, and a bracelet that matched the necklace. Her shoes looked like Cinderella glass slippers and for damn sure didn’t have any mud caked on them. Classy, I thought. Sure looked classy for a woman who was truly what I considered an “undercover ho.”
After dinner was served, I was ready to go. Scorpio was making conversations with everybody, even Angela. Fucked me
up, because when she found out Angela and I used to be banging buddies, I was sure her tune would change.
The night dragged on. The band started playing some old-time, boogie-down funky music that had nearly everybody on their feet looking ridiculous. I really wasn’t up for this shit and I was in no mood for dancing. I was ready to go and get my fuck on, but Scorpio kept running her mouth and prolonging the night.
“Come on, Jaylin, let’s dance.” She stood and reached for my hand.
“Woman, you have got to be out of your mind. I ain’t dancing to no bullshit like that.”
“Please,” she begged. “Trust me, it’ll be fun.” She tried to pull me out of my seat, but I wouldn’t budge. Seeing that I wasn’t going to cooperate, she walked off and said something to the musician. He immediately slowed it down and kicked up some jazz.
“Okay, get up now,” she insisted. When I still didn’t budge, she leaned in and whispered, “You know that sex we talked about—”
I stood up. “Come on, damn. I just knew you were going to go there.”
Scorpio escorted me to the dance floor. I put my arms around her waist, pulled her in close, and left no breathing room between us.
“Damn, Jaylin, why don’t you just pull me to the floor and fuck me?” she said, trying to scoot back.
“Why don’t we just get the hell out of here so I can get you out of this booty gripping dress and then fuck you?”
The couple dancing next to us heard our conversation and moved away. We looked at each other and cracked up.
“You know I can feel your hard thang pressing against me, don’t you?”
“Baby, please. You of all people should know how big my thang is. It ain’t nowhere near hard. It just can’t help itself.” Scorpio slid her hand down my back and squeezed my ass. I grinned and slightly moved back. “Quit playing. You don’t want to get hurt when we get home do you?”
“I’m really starting to look forward to tonight.
First I’m going to get in trouble, and now you’re going to hurt me. By—”
“Excuse me,” Felicia interrupted, tapping Scorpio’s shoulder. “Do you think I can steal your man for a minute... Maybe two?”
“Sure, why not?” Scorpio said, backing away from me. “Take more than two minutes, if you need it.” She looked at me. “Baby, I’m going to go mingle for a while. Don’t be too long, okay?”
“Hey, you really don’t have to—”
“No, no . . . By all means, dance. A dance never hurt anybody.” She looked at Felicia. “Right, Felicia?”
“Right, Scorpio. Thanks, sweetie, you’re such a charm.”
“Jaylin seems to think so too.” Scorpio touched my face and gave me a juicy wet kiss before she walked away.
I held Felicia in my arms and left just a little room in between us. “You know that was kind of bold, don’t you?” I said.
“Yes, but, oh well, she’ll get over it. Your tricks always do, don’t they?”
“I’m not so sure about that. You still seem a little bitter and I really can’t say that you’ve gotten over our abrupt separation.”
“I was never your trick. I cared deeply for you, Jaylin, and I’m curious to know how have you been doing?”
“Very well, Felicia. I can’t complain. And you?”
“Couldn’t be better. Missing what we had, but Stephon’s definitely doing a great job taking your place.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” I said, trying to keep my peace because I knew the bitch was trying to piss me off. “You look nice, though, Felicia, I mean really nice.”
“So do you, but would you ever expect anything less from me?”
“No, really can’t say I would. Just only if you had the personality to go with the look.”
“Ouch, that hurt. I could really say the same about you, but I won’t. Besides, you were such a good teacher for me. I only learn from the best. And oh, before I forget, how’s the wife and kid? I heard about all your drama with Nokea, but I see you still got the Playboy bunny, I mean, stripper or hooker... or whatever you want to call her.”
I snickered. “You know, Felicia, you haven’t changed one bit. I thought that maybe after Scorpio took this nine-plus inches of solid good dick away from you, you’d get some sense. It’s really a shame that Playboy bunny, stripper, hooker, or whatever you want to call her these days, got more fucking sense and respect for herself than you ever will have. So, I don’t care how spectacular you look tonight, you still the same ol’ stank, tramp-ass slut that you were when I was with you.” I took my arms from around her waist and walked off the floor. Damn shame she made me show my ass in front of these white people, but I couldn’t help myself. I know some of them heard me, so it was definitely time to go. I found Scorpio coming out of the ladies room with Angela, laughing like they were the best of friends. I grabbed her and told her I was ready to go. She waved good-bye to Angela, saying she’d call her tomorrow.
“Call her for what?” I asked as we waited for one of the valets to bring my car.
“Call her because she seems like a nice person. We talked about getting together sometime.”
“Well, that ain’t going to happen.”
“Why? Who are you, trying to pick my friends for me?”
“Scorpio, she’s my secretary. She knows more about me than anybody does. I don’t want her sharing all my personal business with you.”
“And what personal business you got that I don’t already know about?”
“It’s personal. That means I don’t want you to know.” I tipped the valet and we got into the ’Cedes. Scorpio kept running her mouth, refusing to let go of the situation with Angela.
“So, tell me. What else is there to know about you, Jaylin, other than that you’re a ho.”
“Okay, if that’s all you see in me, cool. But remember, I’m a good damn ho, baby. One of the best damn ho’s you’ll ever meet in St. Louis. Now, if you really want to know what I was talking about pertaining to my personal business, I was talking about my finances.”
“Oh, I don’t care about those. That is your business and she would be wrong for sharing that information with me. I thought you were going to tell me you and her used to mess around.”
I kept my eyes on the road and didn’t say a word.
“Jaylin Rogers!”
“What? Scorpio Valentino!”
“Don’t tell me. Are you fucking your secretary? Okay, you don’t even have to answer, I can tell by that smirk on your face. No wonder she was asking me all kinds of questions about our relationship. The nerve of that bitch.”
“All right... all right. Just let it go. It was a long time ago, and since I’m such a ho, what else would you expect?”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t expect anything different, but how long ago is a long time ago in your vocabulary?”
“So long ago that I can’t remember. I just know it’s been awhile. Actually, she’s been exchanging juices with Boy Roy lately.”
“Roy . . . Roy . . . The tall, skinny, white dude who was sitting at the table?”
“Yep.”
“But he’s married. And, so is she. What is the matter with people these days? Do you all have some type of free-for-all at work where everybody gets a chance to screw the secretary?”
“Scorpio, just be quiet. Can I get you to shut your mouth for the rest of the way home?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, reaching over and unzipping my pants. “Maybe if you put something in it, who knows, it just might shush me.”
“You’re finally talking what I want to hear.”
I was on cloud nine and damn near lost control over the steering wheel trying to stay focused. I held it tightly with one hand and rubbed her soft coal black hair with the other hand. Scorpio’s performance was definitely to my satisfaction. Her throat seemed so damn deep. She took all of me in and massaged me with her hands while sucking me. I was about to have a panic attack, and could not concentrate on driving. I got off at
the Forest Park exit to find a quiet place to park.
Scorpio worked hard at getting me to come, and when I slightly lifted myself from the seat to pump her mouth, she got what she wanted. I felt drained and dropped the back of my head against the headrest.
“That was tasty,” she said. “But the park, Jaylin? This is really tacky. All kinds of crazy people be roaming through here at night. You must be out of your mind if you think I’m getting naked up in here.”
“Let’s just chill for a minute, okay? You don’t have to get naked. All I want to do is play around for a lil’ bit.”
I leaned over and sucked Scorpio’s glossy lips into mine. Then I pecked my lips down her neck and sucked it. I reached for the adjust button on her seat and moved it back as far as it could go. I rubbed my hands on the outside of her dress, and searched her private parts. My hand crept between her legs. I could feel the heat coming down. When I moved her silky wet panties to the side, I circled my thick fingers inside her.
She squeezed my hand and tried to halt my rhythm. “Ba—baby, can we please go home?” she moaned.
I was having fun teasing her hard clitoris, so my fingers didn’t move. And when I did remove them, I dropped my face into her lap and my tongue replaced them. Scorpio pressed her feet against my dashboard, her legs falling further apart. I tore up her insides with my tongue, and the deeper it went in, the more she trembled and hit her foot against the dash.
“Stop this,” she cried out. “If you don’t start up this damn car and get to your place in ten minutes, the deal is off!”
I ignored her and had the pleasure of slurping her juices when she came. She took deep breaths and couldn’t even move.
“You were so, so wrong for that. Give me a minute to regroup, okay?”
I started the engine and headed home. Scorpio had a smile on her face as she eased down her dress and teased her hair with her fingers to straighten it. We were home in less than fifteen minutes, but when we got out of the car we saw Nanny B sitting in the living room reading a magazine. We crept around to the back of the house.
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