All That Drama

by McKinney, Tina Brooks

  “Clean yourself up before I kill your fat ass,” he said between clenched teeth. Sammie scurried past him and did not stop until she reached the safety of the bathroom. She sat on the toilet stool and tried to collect herself.

  Jessie had hit her before but never in the face. She finally realized that he’d seen her feeding frenzy and was afraid of what he was going to do to her next. Her nose was still bleeding so she stuffed it with toilet paper. She glanced in the mirror and was stunned by the person gazing back at her on the other side. Both of her eyes were blackened. The blow to her nose must have caused that damage because she could not recall him hitting her in the eyes. Her bottom lip was indeed split in two places and swollen to twice its normal size. Fresh tears pricked the back of her eyes.

  “I have really had enough of this shit,” she said to her reflection. Her life had changed so drastically since she’d left Atlanta and for the most part it was not for the better. She liked the fact that she did not have to constantly deal with her mother but Jessie was worse than her mother in a lot of ways. He dictated everything in her life, from the clothes she wore to the way she styled her hair to the friends she was allowed to make. And since she had started dancing, he had stopped showing her any type of affection. She could hear Jessie enter the bedroom and she got up and turned on the shower. She used the guise of the running water to hide her anguished cries. Her life was spiraling out of control and she had no way to stop it.

  “Fat bitch,” Jessie exclaimed, slamming the bedroom door behind him. “I’m not gonna take this shit!” he jeered as he hit his other hand on the top of the dresser. His hand that hit the wall was still sore so he protected it. He withdrew a small vial from his breast pocket and poured out two thick white lines. He deftly rolled a ten-dollar bill into the shape of a straw and quickly snorted the heroin he had laid out. Instantly, his body began to relax and his head cleared. His head dropped forward onto his chest and he began to plan Sammie’s punishment.

  “She will pay for this shit,” he proclaimed as he dozed off on his feet.

  Chapter 6

  Jessie impatiently waited for Sammie to emerge from the shower. The dope had him chilling but he was still pissed with Sammie for her defiance and he needed to teach her a lesson that she would not quickly forget.

  “Hurry up,” he barked through the closed door. His nose began to run. He was battling the sniffles and the constant nasal drip. This was some good dope, he thought. All he really wanted to do now was take a nap, but he knew that if he did not deal with Sammie right now, he would lose all control that he felt he finally had over her.

  “It don’t take that long to wash that fat ass of yours!” he yelled, opening the door and letting in a cool draft that enveloped Sammie’s wet body. Sammie had been getting bold with her defiance and Jessie had had about as much as he could stand.

  He slammed the door shut and stomped back into the bedroom. Moments later, Sammie emerged with her head hung down low. She was still dripping water and that enraged Jessie even more. Briefly he felt a familiar tingle in his loins that he used to feel when he saw her nude body but he quickly suppressed it. He could not get past her improper behavior and deception.

  “Do you have any idea how much money I have invested in you?” Sammie did not know if he really expected an answer so she kept quiet. This only enraged Jessie further. He beat his hands on the dresser not wanting to hit her again since she would have to be leaving soon for the club.

  Financially, they were on shaky ground. The money that Sammie made from her modeling gigs was long gone. Even the residuals were spent before he received them. He was supporting them solely on the money she made at the booty clubs and his day job doing hair. Unfortunately, his clientele at the shop was dropping because of his drug abuse so he needed her to be in top physical form for him to survive. The owner of Magic Weave told him that if he didn’t come up with $700 for his booth rent that he could pack up his scissors. “Fuck him,” he uttered out loud.

  Facing her for the first time since she came out the bathroom, he saw the evidence of his anger. He momentarily felt a tinge of guilt but it quickly evaporated when he thought of all the things that were on the line if she failed. He needed money and he needed it now and Sammie was his only means to get it.

  “No matter what I do for you, you continue to try to fuck it up!” he exclaimed. Jessie had worked his self up to a pretty good mad now and Sammie was afraid to even look at him let alone defend herself.

  “We have been out here in this fucking hothouse for four years and don’t have shit to show for it!”

  Sammie went to the closet to pick out her outfit for that night. She thumbed through the thick closet looking for something that she could still fit into. All of her show clothes were too tight on her now pleasantly plump body. After several minutes of going from one end of the closet to the other, Jessie stomped over and pushed Sammie out the way. She stumbled but did not completely lose her footing.

  “Here, wear this,” he said, shoving a bright red dress into her chest while moving past her to select her shoes. This dress used to be her favorite but that was before she gained all that weight. It was a short spandex outfit that once accentuated her shapely hips and thighs but now did nothing but mock her former figure.

  “Put it on,” he spat when he noticed her hesitation. She wanted to protest but thought better of it since he was in such a sour mood.

  Sammie struggled to get the dress over her head. It briefly locked up around her shoulders and she had to force it over her hips. It stuck to her like glue and folded around her growing stomach and ass. Jessie grunted in disgust as he watched her.

  “That is what all those cookies and cakes have done to your body!” he snapped at her as if she didn’t already know.

  “I know. I will do better; you will see,” she said although she had promised those words before in vain.

  “Can I change into that black dress you bought last week?” she asked pleadingly.

  It was a size bigger and was not quite as revealing as the one she was currently wearing.

  “We don’t have time for you to change now! Just hurry up,” he exclaimed. Fearing another physical assault, Sammie swallowed her pride and went into the bathroom to put on her makeup. Ever watchful, Jessie followed her and grabbed her compact from her shaking hands.

  “Sammie, I have had enough—you hear me? Sit down and let me finish this.” His voice was loud but it was not the same angry, irate voice that she had heard earlier. She was hopeful that he had somehow regained his senses.

  He artfully applied her eye shadow, mascara, and blush. He even penciled in a tiny mole on the right side of her face, which made her look more sexy and exotic. He then turned his attention to her hair and quickly swept her micro-braids into an uncomplicated French roll with tiny braids of hair hanging down framing her face.

  Even though Sammie was still angry with Jessie she had to give it to him when it came down to makeup and hair. He was truly blessed and had the talent to make even the ugliest women look like beauty queens. Since she was already beautiful in her own right, he did nothing but enhance her outer beauty. Oddly, when he was working on her face or hair, she truly believed that he loved her.

  They arrived at the same seedy club that they had been going to for over two years. Realizing that this was their destination for the night, Sammie sucked in her stomach and strolled into the club as if she owned it. This was a walk that Jessie had pounded into her head and it allowed her to alter her personality to be able to perform.

  Instead of promoting and exploiting Sammie’s body, Jessie should have concentrated on her acting abilities. Only an actress could have pulled off the charade that Sammie’s life had become.

  Jessie took a seat in the far right corner of the room. Sammie looked in his direction as he wandered off but knew that she was expected to take a seat up front and center of the stage. She was no longer ashamed to be in the front row with women prancing in her face. Her dance rout
ine was to pretend that she was an audience member who got caught up in the moment and climbed onto the stage and stripped.

  Jessie would pretend that he was a customer so enamored of her routine that he kept throwing money at her. He would hype up the audience of lustful men so that they, too, would dig deep into their pockets and throw money at the stage.

  Her face still hurt as well as her ribs where Jessie had kicked her earlier. She tried not to think about those injuries as she waited for her introduction. Sammie scanned the crowd. She noticed Jessie was now talking with Kim in a corner booth and that her hands were all over him. He appeared to be oblivious to her even being in the room.

  “Scotch on the rocks,” she requested of a passing waitress. “Make it two doubles,” she added. The waitress, Amber, arched her eyebrows and turned to look at Jessie and Kim. She patted Sammie’s hand and headed straight to the bar. Tears pricked the back of Sammie’s eyes, but she refused to turn and look back into that corner. Instead, she fought back the tears and stared straight ahead at the dancing women.

  Sammie drank both drinks in quick succession. She tugged at the hemline of her dress and prayed that she would be able to get it off without getting stuck when it was her turn to dance.

  From her seat, Sammie began taking her dress off from her shoulders, leaving her breasts uncovered. Normally she would have waited until she was actually on stage to undress but getting out of that dress was hard enough without trying to be sexy with it. She was lightheaded but she assumed it was ’cause of the drinks. Small beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead.

  On cue, Sammie jumped up from the audience and yelled, “Hey, party over here!” while waving her arms above her head. Her large breasts were swinging back and forth as she swirled her hips to the beat of “Friday Night” by Earth, Wind and Fire. She bent over and continued to seductively slide the dress over her hips. Remarkably, it came down a lot easier than it had gone on. The men went wild. She stepped out of her dress and began making her way to the stage. The DJ slowed down the beat as Sammie approached the lip of the stage. Jessie and Kim came over to the table she’d just left and sat down.

  Sammie kept her eyes focused on the other members of the audience until Jessie called her over. She stopped directly in front of him and squatted down with her legs wide open giving both Kim and Jessie a frontal view. She grabbed one of her boobs and put it in her mouth, gently sucking on it. She used her other hand to play with her clit.

  Sammie was no longer lightheaded; she was down-right woozy. She did not realize that Kim had moved from her front-row seat to the lip of the stage stopping directly between Sammie’s legs until she felt Kim’s hands moving up her thighs. Kim was wearing a black g-string that contrasted with her bright yellow skin. She had removed her bra as well and the tips of her small breasts were erect. Kim’s hands worked their way up Sammie’s thighs until she reached Sammie’s breasts. Kim grabbed them firmly and looked intensely in Sammie’s eyes. Kim stood directly in front of Jessie, leaning on the stage with her ass jutted in Jessie’s salivating face as he fingered Kim’s round ass.

  Sammie sought to see Jessie’s face but could only see the top of his head as he bent to examine Kim’s crack. He gave new meaning to the term, head up her ass, Sammie thought. She was confused about this turn of events and her limbs felt lethargic and heavy. Kim put Sammie’s breast in her mouth while continuing to rub her hands on her thighs and in between her legs. Sammie struggled but did not have the energy to protest much.

  Jessie peeked around Kim’s ass and smiled at Sammie. This was the first real smile that she had received from him in months.

  The predominantly male audience exploded to their feet trying to get closer to the stage. Kim pinched Sammie’s already erect nipple sharply as she bent down and put her tongue onto Sammie’s already enlarged clit.

  “Mmm,” Sammie moaned as she fought the emotions that shifted back and forth between pleasure and pain, passion and acute embarrassment. Kim released the pressure on Sammie’s breast and nuzzled her face in Sammie’s cunt. Instinctively, Sammie locked her knees around Kim’s face. Money was raining down all over them but Sammie was oblivious. She forgot the audience, Jessie and even the fact that it was a woman who was making her feel so good. She gave herself up to the moment, offering her hips to get closer to the source of her pleasure.

  Jessie was finger-fucking Kim and grabbing up the money being thrown at the same time. Although he had intended to use this night to teach Sammie a lesson, he found that he was enjoying the action as well.

  Sammie screamed in climax as the song ended. Kim raised her head, and smiled. She blew a kiss at Sammie.

  “Um,” Kim said as she seductively licked her wet lips. She wiped her chin and licked her hands while devouring Sammie with a look of pure satisfaction on her face. Sammie, suddenly realizing the enormity of what had just occurred, suppressed the urge to gag. She stood up and dislodged the money that was stuck to her sweaty body and quickly ran from the stage.

  “Oh God, what the hell have I done?” she uttered through her tears. When she reached the shabby dressing room, she threw on the robe that she kept in there and nauseously waited for Jessie to come. Sammie was deeply ashamed, and could not control the tremors that shook her body.

  The owner of the club, Owen, stomped over to the table where Kim and Jessie were sitting. Jessie was pleased with the money he had made and was eagerly counting out Kim’s share. Since Kim was bisexual, she only wanted $50 to perform oral sex on Sammie. She enjoyed it and would have done it for free but Jessie insisted that she take a share. He intended to put Kim in his stable and the $50 was an incentive of more to come.

  “What the fuck did you two think you were doing?” Owen demanded. He was torn between greed, lust, desire and disgust. He had run this club for over twenty years and he had never had anyone openly have sex on his stage before—much less, two women.

  “Chill out,” Jessie said as he threw him his share of the take from the set.

  Realizing how much his share actually was, Owen’s anger quickly subsided. Carefully examining the hundred-dollar bill he held in his hand, he carefully turned it over in his hands to make sure it was real. He shoved the money into his pocket and continued to rave.

  “You can’t just have sex on stage, no matter what it pays. What if the law had been in here? They would have shut me down, man!” He huffed.

  “But they didn’t. I had my boys watching the doors. It’s cool. Breathe, man, it’s over!” Jessie said.

  Owen shook his head not knowing whether to continue to protest or stay quiet.

  “We need to discuss a business proposition,” Jessie said.

  “What would that be?” Owen asked as his curiosity was piqued.

  Owen took a seat and together he and Jessie decided to continue the show but on a more private scale. Owen agreed that he would present the freak fest to the high rollers that frequented the club. They’d have to pay $500 for a private set to see Kim and Sammie together. If they wanted to participate, naturally it would be extra. Everyone was happy with the business arrangement except Sammie. In fact, Sammie was the only person that was not consulted about the deal.

  Chapter 7

  Jessie had unleashed a freak in Sammie that eventually destroyed whatever self-esteem she had left, and it only had taken him eighteen months to do it. After Sammie’s debut in the lesbian love scene with Kim, she went home alone.

  Jessie never showed up at her dressing room to bring her some clothes so she caught a cab home in the robe. She exited by the rear entrance so she would not have to face any of the patrons in the bar, and especially her so called “manager.”

  “Alone at last,” Sammie groaned out loud. Flopping onto the bed, she pounded her fists into the pillows.

  “What the hell is wrong with me?” she lamented. “I am not a lesbian, but I got off on Kim like she was strapping a big dick.” She punched the pillows and wept, trying to understand what had been unleashed in her. />
  Amber, the bar maid, admitted to her that she had spiked her drink and tried to apologize for it as Sammie exited the club. Spiked drink or not, that still did not explain Sammie’s reactions to Kim.

  For the first time since leaving Atlanta, Sammie desperately wanted to go home. Living with Althea was bad but this took the cake! She cried herself to sleep and did not hear Jessie when he entered the apartment sometime in the wee hours of the morning.

  Jessie was buzzing from a fat blast of heroine and was turned on by the sight of Sammie’s ass peeking out from under the robe she still wore. It had been a long time since he had had an erection from looking at Sammie, but that night he felt like he could fuck for hours until he pulled out his penis. He was horny as hell but his dick deflated. Briefly he considered his drug use as the problem but quickly shrugged that off and instead blamed his lack of libido on Sammie. Turning on his heels, Jessie left the room.

  “Come out here, you freak bitch,” he yelled to Sammie. Jessie was in the living room so Sammie did not hear him when he first yelled to her. When she did not respond to his call, he staggered into the bedroom and roughly began shaking her awake.

  “I said get your freak ass out the bed!” he repeated, deliberately spitting on her in the process. Sammie’s eyes snapped open as she tried to focus in the early morning light that filtered through the torn mini blinds. Her head was still groggy from the drugs and alcohol she had consumed the night before. She was so disoriented that she did not have a chance to feel afraid.

  “What?” she expelled in a rush of hot stale breath. Jessie slapped her in the face, thereby eliminating all remnants of sleep left in her brain. Her eyes refocused and she looked into Jessie’s beady eyes.

  “Get your fat, black, freaky ass out the bed. I wanna talk to ya,” he demanded. He turned and walked out of the room again knowing full well she would follow him.