by Weber, Carl
I lay back on the bed, legs spread apart, threw my head back onto the pillow, and imagined my hands didn’t belong to me but to Niles. I licked my fingers, wanting them to belong to him, and ran them down my thighs until they touched my Brazilian-waxed great sacred spot. Memories of him down between my legs, bringing me to life, sent my body erupting in waves of pleasure. Just thinking of him brought me to the threshold of orgasm and within seconds I had slipped over into the real thing.
For a while I lay there, basking in the glow of the memories of him making love to me. As I came back to my cold, lonely reality I swore that if I couldn’t have him then neither would she. That meant that I was willing to do whatever it took to get rid of Miss Wimberly.
Rio
37
By the time we got to Klub Impulso the line was snaking around the block. DJ PLUS 1NE had developed a worldwide following. Thanks to all the social networking, folks were excited to hear him do his thing. There were signs out front announcing him. Eduardo greeted us at the door. I introduced them and could tell that Eduardo was tryin’a figure out what team DJ batted for. I definitely liked the same kinds of guys Paris did. If you could tell they were gay then they weren’t for me. I preferred a man’s man: sports fanatic, car guy, sometimes thug. After I introduced them, I led DJ to the booth where he would spin. Of course, he had his laptop, which was all you needed these days to do your thing. I looked up to see Eduardo staring at me.
“You good?” I asked DJ before heading off to see if the boss needed anything.
“Did you date him?” Eduardo asked me out of the blue.
“What?” I looked at him like he must be smoking the pipe. My personal life was exactly that. Personal.
“That DJ? He your boyfriend? That why you had my fly him all the way over here?”
“You high? Why don’t you step outside and clock that line around the block? That’s why he’s here. Two Grammy nominations.”
“But you’re more than friends?”
“I got work to do to make your club more than a temporary placeholder for bored rich kids,” I said as I went back to handling my business. What the fuck was that about? I thought as I went to check on the mixologists.
A few minutes later Eduardo found me. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s cool. I already let it go.”
“Yeah, I’m just nervous about tonight.”
“It’s handled. Just trust. I know what I’m doing.”
“Got it. I’m just not used to handing over the reins.”
“And that’s all it is?” ’Cause homie was acting a little sprung, which I already knew wasn’t going to work out for him.
“Yeah, nerves. I really want this club to succeed.”
“Me too. Then we’re talking the same thing.” I couldn’t help myself so I decided to throw him a bone even if it wasn’t really true. “FYI, he’s straight. Watch the line of women fighting for his attention tonight.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.
“It’s cool. We both want the same thing. For Klub Impulso to be on the map. So, I better get on with it.”
Paris
38
When Niles walked back into his suite I was standing there dressed, ready to put an end to whatever the hell this was. No way I planned on putting up with no thirsty whore thinking I was dumb enough to believe this shit was all business.
“When you look at me, what do you see?” I asked him, stopping him in his tracks as he entered the room.
“Huh? What kind of question is that?” he responded, having no idea where this was going, and I refused to be seduced out of my pissed-off state by his charm or big dick.
“Just answer the question and please don’t play stupid. You’re way too smart for that,” I urged, keeping an eye on him.
He came closer, studying me. “I see someone who’s deadly.”
“Ooo, you’re smart. Go on,” I said, not taking my eyes off of him.
He added, “But who’s also a bit of a princess.”
“Excuse me?”
“Traveling around Europe first class, with an expensive wardrobe and an attitude that says ‘I’m used to the best of everything. ’ You’ve obviously been spoiled by someone. Maybe an ex-boyfriend?”
“Yeah. Close, but not a boyfriend. I haven’t gotten around to getting myself one of those yet,” I responded. Actually it was my daddy LC who was the only man I’d ever let spoil me. And even he was a hard ass, but that was private information.
“Really? So was it this man that set you on this career path?”
“Nah. Always had a knack for beatin’ a bitch ass and a badass temper. It was suggested by someone that I put both those to use. I have a low tolerance for putting up with bullshit.” I punctuated my words with a cold, hard stare to make my point.
“And you’re angry with me?”
“I want to know why you put me in a position to have to fight with one of your women. I’ll kick a bitch’s ass but not over no man. Ever.”
“Whoa! Nadja is technically my boss.”
“I thought you said she was your travel agent,” I said with an attitude.
“I’m used to having to lie about who she is.”
“So, technically, she another one in a long line of thirsty hoes wanting more of your dick?”
“It’s not like that!” he swore and then fixed me with one of those looks like I was all drama.
“You tryin’a tell me you two ain’t fucking? And before you answer, remember I’m a woman and I can tell when a bitch has peed on a nigga to make sure other bitches know to stay the fuck off. That was the vibe girl was giving.”
“Yes, I slept with her. Once. Over a year ago and that’s it.” And as he said the words I almost felt sorry for him. Why is it that no matter how many women a man sleeps with he can still be dumb as hell when it comes to the opposite sex? Men fuck and move on, women fuck and move in. At least in their fantasy of what they want to see happen.
“You may have thought of it as a one-off but I promise you she wants something more.” I watched the confusion on his face.
“No. No. You’re wrong,” he swore, tryin’a convince one of us, and I wasn’t the one that needed convincing.
“And you’re blind.” I laughed, despite my plan to stay pissed. He was just seeming so pathetic not understanding that Nadja was still in love with him.
“And what about you? What does Paris want?” He grabbed me around the waist.
“I haven’t decided yet. But tonight I want to get dressed up and dance my ass off.” He covered my mouth with his. I pulled away. “And if you’re really good and incredibly lucky you may get some more pussy.”
“It’s like that?” Niles said, kissing me on the neck.
“Yeah, it’s like that,” I said, but the words rang hollow in my ears because I wanted more right now.
Niles
39
After smoothing things out with Paris, she went back to her suite to change for the evening at the club. We planned on meeting in the lobby, and when she walked out of the elevator it took all my self-control to not drag her back upstairs and tear it up. She looked so damn tasty in a body-hugging couture dress and straight-up fuck-me-now shoes; but tonight was a big deal for her brother and so here we were at the club. Klub Impulso was packed and for once, thanks to the new DJ, the beats were on point. Even in a house packed with every kind of beautiful woman, Paris stood out and she knew it.
One of Chris Brown’s numbers was on when we entered so I grabbed Paris to see if she could move on the dance floor as good as she did in bed. Three songs later and I started wondering if this woman was just good at everything. I couldn’t help smiling at the reaction she was getting from the men. Made me feel possessive, which stunned me, because I couldn’t ever remember feeling that way.
“What?” Paris saw the look on my face.
“Nothing. Like your moves. Let’s go get a drink.” I played it off that I was shocked by my possessive feelings.
We stood at the bar whe
re I ordered drinks. A buxom brunette tried to get my attention at the other end of the bar. Paris didn’t miss a thing and shot her a dirty look, which didn’t faze the woman at all. She took a seat at the end of the bar, her big rack visible from anywhere in the club as she sucked seductively on a straw to get my attention.
“Learning to curb those violent urges in public. I’m proud of you,” I laughed.
“No. Just ain’t gonna check a bitch who’s beneath me,” she responded.
“You use the word ‘bitch’ a lot.” All my humor leaving.
“Yeah, so? Problem with it?”
“I know most of the time it don’t mean anything, but I heard that word way too much growing up. From my dad.”
“Oh. One of those situations,” she commented, her tone softening.
“Yep. Wasn’t no term of endearment or slang when he used it with my moms.”
“An abusive pops. That’s what got you on this career path?” she asked, staring at me.
“You can say that. You think you know everything?” I felt myself loosening up again with her.
“What I do know is I got ya. And you know what you got? Me on loan for a few more days,” she teased.
“Damn. Like that?”
“Yup. There’s an expiration date on this date.”
“And if I refuse to let you go?”
“You wouldn’t want me to compromise my education,” she flirted just as her phone blew up. She glanced down at it. I saw her wobble for a minute before ignoring it.
“So much for having you on loan. Trying to make me jealous? Because you know you don’t have to do that. I like games . . . just not right now,” I said as I pulled her close to me. This woman had saved my life and then she proceeded to fuck the shit out of me. Paris swung on the continuum from life to death and everything in between. Letting her go was starting to feel like less of an option.
“Hello, Niles.” Two stunning women in short, tight dresses leaving nothing to the imagination stepped up to us. A Eurasian beauty and a Nordic one who obviously knew my name although I was certain we’d never met.
“Hello,” I said, my arms still holding Paris, letting them know I was with her. My second reason was to make sure she didn’t beat their asses.
“We wanted to invite you to an orgy.” The blonde gave a seductive smile.
“Yes, your reputation is that one woman is never enough for you,” her friend added.
I tightened my hold on Paris, who had a smile on her face.
“I don’t do groups. Never been good at sharing,” Paris said, trying to end this conversation.
“Ever?” I joked, wanting to see how far I could go.
“I’m exclusive.” She stared at me without any hint of humor. She was dead serious.
I addressed the two women. “Can’t. I’m exclusive.” I kissed Paris on the lips.
“But that’s not possible,” the dark-haired beauty pouted.
“You heard her. She’s not good at sharing and, well, neither am I.”
“Bye-bye.” Paris waved them away. “There are plenty of men in here willing to buy what you are selling, so step off.” The edge came back to her voice, prompting the women to take off in the direction of the VIP area.
“What is it with you and all these thirsty bi . . . hoes?” We both broke out into laughter.
“What’s up?” Rio came over to us.
“Damn, bro, you sure this the same club? ’Cause I had to get on that floor tonight.”
“Right! Yeah, it’s coming together. “
“Great job! Definitely a step up.” I gave Rio a high five just as a waiter approached him.
“Duty calls. Hang out. I’ll see you guys later,” he said as he hurried off to handle his duties.
“You probably want to pop expensive champagne, princess? Maybe make it rain? Or ‘just dance?’” I asked, jokingly quoting the song by Lady Gaga. As we stood watching the excited partiers I could have sworn that I saw Nadja up on the balcony, but when I did a double take she was gone. Definitely for the best that I didn’t see her. Last thing I’d want tonight was to get Queens all fired up.
After DJ PLUS 1NE’s set ended I turned to Paris. “So with that outta the way, I’m down for whatever you wanna do.”
“For real?” She used a really sweet girl voice on me.
“After vacation . . . when you return to your school,” I said, pausing before I continued. “What do you plan on doing when you’re finished? I mean . . . are you going to work for a family? Or freelance like me?”
“Haven’t decided yet,” she replied. “I’m not one to brag, but I think I’ll be a pretty valuable commodity. Why you ask?”
“Just wondering,” I replied. “Let’s break out of here and go find some trouble.”
Paris
40
Just as Niles took my hand to lead me out of the crowded club my phone started blowing up again. I almost didn’t answer I was so hungry to get naked and horizontal. I checked the number and had no choice but to take the call, especially if I wanted to avoid World War III.
“My sponsor checking up on me. Gotta take it,” I lied as I motioned I’d be back.
“If you say so. Don’t make me come looking for you,” Niles taunted as he pointed his finger at me, making an imaginary gun. Yeah. Real subtle.
“Uh-huh,” I said as I quickly turned and walked off for some privacy amid the throng of people coming and going. As I left I spotted Rio at the bar talking to some hot Persian dude. At least he wasn’t wasting any time thinking about things back at home.
“Paris, what the fuck is going on?” Orlando’s voice boomed in my ear when I answered.
“Huh? Whazzat?” I said, putting my finger in one ear to hear better over the thumping bass and screaming crowds on the other side of the club.
“Is that music? Where are you?” Orlando pressed.
“Yeah, it’s music. And? I’m out partying like a girl my age is supposed to do.”
“Are you okay?” my brother yelled clearly.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Bodies,” Orlando called out in that tone of his that irritated me, but got my attention. “Lots of ’em piling up out there. Heard about it over here. Valencia, Spain turns into Bagdad and you act like you haven’t heard about it? Don’t play with me.”
“You ain’t Daddy, so don’t speak to me like that. I’ma say it once. I ain’t got shit to do with any bodies out here,” I yelled, restraining myself from adding a “bitch” at the end. Damn Niles and his stupid lecture.
“You’re right, I’m not Daddy, but if he finds out you been wildin’ out there he’ll go ham on your ass. You better be staying under the radar.”
“Don’t lecture me. I’ma do me. You tuck me away in this sleepy-ass town like I’m some leper the family is ashamed of.”
“Just stay out of trouble, Paris. I’m warning you.”
“Whatever.”
“Grow up, Paris. I gotta go. Check back in on the regular. And stay away from idiots.”
“If I’m to avoid idiots then how am I supposed to check in?”
“Cute.”
“I most certainly am.”
“Bye, sis,” Orlando muttered.
I returned upstairs in time to witness those two hoes flirting with Niles at the bar. One tried pulling him to the dance floor to complete her seduction. I could’ve fucked both them up but my family was in the middle of a fight for their survival back in the States, making this seem even more trivial. My education was paying off. I was learning.
Rather than arguing, I walked into Niles’s line of vision.
“Paris!” Niles shouted over the music.
I turned as if unfazed. “I want to fuck. Coming?” I asked, ignoring his present company.
Niles followed me out of the club, the two of us riding back to the hotel with a wall of silence between us. Kinda liked making him think I was pissed at him for that thirsty one back at the club. The sexual tension rising as
he squirmed only made me hotter while I pretended he might not get this.
On the elevator ride up to our suite, I suddenly hit the emergency stop after the last guest exited two floors below us.
“What the fuck, Paris! Why’d you do that?” Niles barked at the elevator screeching to a halt.
“Because I needed to get you alone. Now seemed like a good time,” I matter-of-factly replied. Niles kept his distance, even maximizing it in the tiny confines. Then he drew those damn karambit blades from out of nowhere, his eyes showing he was prepared for a fight once again. Made me wonder how much betrayal he’d experienced in his life to assume I meant to harm him.
“Damn, boy. Relax,” I said as I took a cautious step toward him. “I just want to thank you for tonight.”
I came closer. Got down on my knees before him and carefully unzipped his jeans.
“What are you doing?” he asked, those blades still looming perilously over my head.
“Well, I certainly ain’t tryin’ to kill you,” I cracked as I pulled his dick out.
Nadja
41
“He didn’t want what we were selling,” China, the Eurasian hooker I’d hired, pouted as she stepped in front of me. From the way she deflated it had become obvious that she’d never actually been rejected.
“He said he was only with that woman,” Kareena, the Nordic blonde who was right up his alley, added. “What made her so special? I command a much higher fee.”
“What did he say?”
“We offered him a three-way. An orgy like you said,” China said. “What man in his right mind turns down an orgy with this?” She motioned to her best assets.
“And she told him that she was exclusive,” Kareena cried.
“Yes, and?” Thank God these women used their bodies for a living because their brains were on a permanent state of pause. “What did he say?”
“He said that he too was exclusive,” Kareena finished.
“With her? He said he was exclusive with her?” I felt my temperature rising.
“Yes, with her.”
“Maybe you misunderstood him. Maybe he said ‘for tonight. ’” I offered them options but they just shook their heads in unison.