“It’s out in Lithonia. Some local rapper called Young Reezy wants me to entertain them tonight. You know how the young niggas with record deals spend cash!”
“Yeah, he’s got that song called ‘Booty Butterfly.’ When you say entertain them, you mean just dancing, right?” Kandi asked nervously.
“I’ma be real with you, Kandi. If you wanna get down with Young Reezy, that’s on you. Personally, his paper ain’t long enough for me to give him some pussy. We’re just going there and doing our thing and get paid, all right?”
“That sounds good to me.”
About twenty minutes later, we pulled into a private neighborhood in Lithonia. There were about thirty cars parked in front of a big house, almost like a mini mansion. Kandi and I parked and walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Music was blasting from inside of the house. A few seconds later the door opened.
“Oh, shit,” a young nigga said as he looked us up and down. He had on a long white tee, baggy black jeans, and a red A-town hat.
“We’re tonight’s entertainment,” I told him, and he let us in. The house was full of niggas, with a few chicks here and there.
I scanned the room and saw Young Reezy sitting in the center of a long, L-shaped sofa, surrounded by groupies and his entourage. Young Reezy was iced out, with four platinum chains, diamond-encrusted bracelets around each wrist, and a diamond-encrusted grill in his mouth. I swear those rappers didn’t know what to do with their money. He glanced over and smiled then nodded his head.
“Can you take us to a room so we can change?” I said to the young nigga that let us in. His eyes were glued on my ass.
“Uh, yeah. Dis way,” he said and took us to a back room down a long hallway. The room had a big bed and a 42-inch plasma hanging on the wall that was hooked up to a PS3. The dresser had a bunch of games and a collection of porn on it. The boom-boom room, no doubt.
The dude that let us in was still standing at the door, ogling us.
“Where’s my money?”
“Huh?”
“Money, nigga! We needs to get paid before anything pops off,” I said to him as I looked him up and down.
“Yeah, I got ya,” he said, and he went out to the party.
I turned and looked at Kandi.
“Always get your money first. No cash, then you don’t see no ass.”
“I know that’s right,” Kandi said as she sat on the bed.
The dude came back with an envelope and gave it to me. I counted the cash, and it was ten thousand in hundred-dollar bills as agreed.
The dude was once again staring at us.
“You can leave now,” I said and closed the door on him. I counted out three thousand and gave it to Kandi. “Here you go, girl.”
“Damn, Young Reezy is ballin’, huh?” Kandi asked me.
“Kandi, don’t be sucked in by this. This ain’t real money. This dude got a little paper. This is just some nigga spending all his advance money on bullshit. Trust me, if you stick with me, I’ll show you the niggas with cash.”
She nodded and then went into her bag and pulled out a bikini then started to undress. Her body was curvy and tight. Her ass was round and fat, and I felt myself getting wet looking at her.
Kandi turned and looked at me. “Aren’t you gonna change?”
“Yeah.” She had no idea.
I pulled off my cardigan and noticed that Kandi was looking at me too. I looked up at her and smiled, and she smiled back nervously and continued to get dressed.
I changed into my black panties with the furry balls hanging from it, and slipped on my black high heel Prada shoes. A few minutes later, we came out of the room and walked back out to the living room, and all eyes were on us. Niggas were drooling, and bitches were turning up their noses and hating, mad that they didn’t look as good as us.
“Who’s Young Reezy?” I yelled as if I didn’t know, and he smiled.
“That’s me,” he said, and I gestured with my finger for him to come to me. His niggas started to squeal and yell as I called him out.
He got up and came to the center of the room.
“So you the one that made that song ‘Booty Butterfly’?”
“Yeah,” he said and smiled.
“What you know about that?” I said as I traced my fingers over his chest and down to his crotch.
“I know what I know.”
“Well, let me show you what a real booty butterfly is,” I said, and Kandi grabbed a chair behind him. I pushed him back into it. “Play that shit!”
The DJ started the song. Booty Butterfly, Booty Butterfly, make ya ass cheeks flap like a butterfly. Booty Butterfly, Booty Butterfly, make ya ass cheeks flap like a butterfly.
I bent over and started to make my ass clap in his face. Kandi joined me, and the niggas went wild. Reezy started to smack our asses softly, and I decided to give him a ride. I sat in his lap and gyrated my ass, and I could feel his hard dick through his jeans.
Kandi started to dance for some other niggas, and they started tipping her.
“Oh, shit!” Young Reezy yelled.
I loved making niggas excited. “You like my butterfly?”
“Hell yeah, shit! I like both of y’all butterfly!”
“You do? Kandi, Reezy likes your booty butterfly too,” I yelled at her, and she strutted over to us. She bent over and started to clap her ass for him, while I was riding. I got up, and then Kandi straddled him cowgirl style in the chair.
“Yeah!” Reezy yelled.
“Let’s take this to the next level,” I said and slid up behind Kandi so we were both on Reezy, and then I slid my hand down Kandi’s stomach and underneath her bikini.
“What are you doing?” Kandi asked me.
“Just go with it. Trust me,” I whispered in her ear.
“I don’t know.... Ah . . .”
My fingers found Kandi’s clit before she could protest any further. I gave Young Reezy an up-close view of me playing with Kandi’s pussy.
“This is off the chain,” Reezy yelled as he fondled Kandi’s titties.
I began to kiss Kandi on her neck as I continued to fondle her. Her pussy got so wet. Before she knew it, Kandi was having an orgasm right in front of us.
“Oh, shit!” Kandi cried out and came.
I pulled my fingers out from under her bikini and turned her face and kissed her. She kissed me back as I darted my tongue in and out of her mouth.
Pretty soon we forgot Young Reezy was the one we were supposed to be entertaining. He was just enjoying the show at this point.
I pulled away and got up off of Reezy, and Kandi gave me a look of shock. I smiled then turned my attention to some of the other niggas in the room. After a twenty-minute show, we both headed back to the bedroom in the back.
I closed and locked the door behind us.
Kandi was noticeably quiet.
“You good, girl?” I asked her as I counted the tips I had made.
“Yeah . . . Jasmine,” Kandi said nervously and sat on the bed.
“What’s up?”
“About what happened out there. . . . Ah, I’m not gay. I mean, I like men,” Kandi said, still in shock.
“Okay, so do I. I like you too. You never kiss a girl before?” I asked her and sat next to her on the bed.
“Yeah, I have, but nothing like what you did to me.” I grinned. “Did you like it?”
“What?” Kandi said, taken off guard by my question.
“You heard me. I know you did. That kiss wasn’t just one way,” I said and caressed her thigh.
Kandi bit her bottom lip as I moved my hand back up to her crotch.
“It felt good, didn’t it?”
Kandi nodded her head as I rubbed her clit through her thong.
“You want me to make you cum again, Kandi?”
“Yes . . . no, I’m not . . . gay.”
“Kandi, haven’t you ever been curious about it?” I said then kissed her. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I pushed her back on
the bed. I pulled down her thong, and her coochie was nice and creamy. I took off her thong and spread her thick, chocolate legs and licked her swollen clit. Kandi moaned, and I continued to lick her slowly. She tasted just as sweet as I thought she would.
5
Deal with the Devil
Atlanta, GA
MALACHI
She was a beautiful thing, even when she was upset. Since we left the restaurant, she hadn’t said anything else to me as we rode up Peachtree Road in the limo to the Ritz Carlton. She stared out the window as I sat across from her, drinking my Courvoisier. She kept insisting she loved Dre, but she was there with me? I knew that deep down inside she really loved power.
That was what I represented: power. And as much as she may not have wanted to admit it, she was drawn to me. A woman like Nikki wanted a nigga like me in her life. She just didn’t know it yet.
We got to the Ritz and checked into a penthouse suite overlooking Lenox Mall. Still no words were exchanged between us. She walked to the mini bar, took a mini-bottle of Smiroff vodka, and downed it. Then she looked at me blankly, turned, and walked to the bedroom.
I took off my jacket and tossed it into a chair and followed behind her.
I walked in and Nikki was standing by the bed. She reached up and pulled the strap of her dress over her right shoulder. Then she pulled down the left strap, and her dress fell to the ground. Her body was flawless in her black lace bra and panties.
I walked around her and kissed her on the neck, then I unclasped her bra and it fell to the ground. Then I caressed her breasts with both hands. Her nipples became hard along with my dick.
I laid her on the bed and pulled her panties off. Then I spread her long, luscious legs, exposing her fat pussy. I used my tongue and tasted her sweet nectar.
She tried to fight the feeling, but I could tell her body couldn’t deny it by how wet she was getting. I licked her clit from left to right, slurping her juices.
She stifled a moan and gripped the sheets, still fighting the sensations I was giving her.
“You like it, don’t you?” I asked her, but she didn’t answer. “I know you do, Nikki. I know you do.” I licked her faster.
She tried to pull away, but I gripped her legs. I swirled my tongue around her walls. She came in my mouth, and her arms flayed on the bed as her body jerked involuntarily until she couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Oh, shit. Ah, ah, shit,” Nikki moaned.
I stood up and unbuckled my belt and pulled down my slacks and boxers. My dick stood long and hard.
Nikki was still trying to recover from her orgasm as she lay spread eagle on the king-size bed. I rubbed my shaft with her moistness then climbed on top of her. I grabbed her face and made her look at me. Then I kissed her.
She tried to resist, but I wouldn’t let her move. Then I pushed my long, hard rod inside her wetness. Damn, she felt so good.
She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes as I stroked her hard and deep.
“Look at me,” I said as I continued to stroke her. She ignored me. “Look at me!”
She reluctantly obeyed and looked me in the eyes,
“This is my pussy,” I asserted and gave her a hard, deep stroke. “Whose pussy is this?”
She frowned and bit her bottom lip. “Yours.”
I smiled and continued to have my way with her for the rest of the night. That pussy belonged to me from now on.
NIKKI
I woke up in bed, sore from the sex I’d had with Malachi. I felt so angry with myself for being with him, and even more disgusted for enjoying some of it. I hated myself. But I did what I had to for Dre.
I heard Malachi in the bathroom. I just wanted to grab my clothes and leave, but I couldn’t leave yet. I wrapped the sheet around me and got up out of the bed. I needed to shower and wash his funk off of me.
The bathroom door opened, and Malachi stood there in his boxers, grinning at me.
“Good morning, my dear.”
I glared at him and didn’t answer.
“You were magnificent last night, Nikki.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I retorted sarcastically.
“Oh, I did, and I wasn’t the only one that did.”
“Whatever, Malachi. We’re done with each other,” I affirmed and started to walk to the bathroom.
“I thought you said you wanted to make a deal regarding Dre?”
I paused and turned around, “What’s there to discuss? We fucked! You got what you wanted from me. What more do you want?”
“That wasn’t a deal, Nikki. That was sex. What I want from you is much more profitable.”
I was standing there in shock. What the hell did this nigga want from me?
“What are you talking about?”
“My dear Nikki, I want you to be my number one dancer. I want you at The Pink Palace.”
“What? I’m not gonna dance there,” I yelled, pissed the fuck off.
Malachi smiled. “You did before.”
“How did you know that? What does this have to do with Dre?”
“Dre is in a coma. The doctors don’t know if he’ll ever wake up, so he might as well be dead. You are just too lovely to let get away. Besides, it’ll be like a homecoming for you, right? I did a little research on you, and you were the club’s number one draw back in the day. You can help Dre settle his debt with me.”
“You’re out of your damn mind. I won’t do it.”
“If you want Dre to stay alive you will. You’ll be at The Pink Palace Friday night, ready to work.” Malachi walked up to me and pulled my sheet away. “Yes, you’ll definitely be my number one girl. The limo will be waiting for you downstairs when you’re done. Don’t worry, Nikki. I’m gonna take very good care of you.”
I couldn’t believe that shit! How had I let this happen to me again?
Malachi kissed my lips then turned and picked up his clothes and started to get dressed. I walked into the bathroom, locked the door behind me, and got in the shower. Tears streamed down my face as the hot water washed over me.
He would kill Dre if I refused to go back. There was no other option for me. I had worked so hard to get away from that life, and now I had no choice but to do it again.
I made sure to stay in the shower extra long. When I came out of the bathroom, Malachi was gone. My dress was laid out on the bed, and on top of it were five one hundred–dollar bills. He left the cash behind like I was a prostitute.
Tears watered my eyes as anger filled my heart. I knocked the bills on the ground and got dressed. I went downstairs and saw a limo out front, waiting for me. I didn’t want to take it, but I didn’t have any other choice on how to get home.
* * *
After I got home, I changed clothes and headed to Emory to see Dre. When I got there, he was still in a coma. Half of me always hoped to see him up and waiting for me to come in. Instead, I walked in and sat by his side and took his hand.
“I’m so sorry, Dre,” I said as I rubbed his hand. “I thought . . . I thought I could protect you.”
Dre looked so peaceful.
Please wake up. Just open your eyes for me.
I thought of our son, and I didn’t want him to grow up without a father. I didn’t want him to go down the same path so many young black boys had traveled without a father figure. What kind of example could I set for him dancing at The Pink Palace?
Just as I was lost in thought about our son’s future, the door opened and a black female walked in. She was quite beautiful and young.
“Hello, Ms. Bell,” she said to me.
“Yes.”
“My name is Dr. Griffin,” she said and shook my hand.
I looked at her badge and read Dr. Nia Griffin. I didn’t see too many black females as doctors around there.
“I’ll be Andre’s new doctor.”
“Oh, okay. How is he doing?”
She began to look over his chart and checked his vitals. “He’s stable, and that’s the g
ood news. Ms. Bell . . .”
“You can call me Nikki.”
“Nikki, his body is healing itself. We really don’t know how long this coma will last. He could wake up tomorrow for all we know.”
“Or he could die,” I said to her.
“Yes, but I’m gonna do my best to prevent that. I’m going to give you some more time with him,” Dr. Scott said and left the room.
I believed she would do everything she could for Dre, just like I planned to do everything I could to protect him.
6
Ego
Atlanta, GA
JASMINE
Another Friday night at The Pink Palace, so it was time for me to get that money. I parked and came in through the employee entrance in the back that led to the locker rooms. I got there late, but when you were the number one money-getter, you were always on time.
I saw Kandi looking at herself in the mirror, adjusting her red baby doll teddy, looking like a sexy Bratz doll. I hadn’t seen her since the night we hooked up at Young Reezy’s party.
She spotted my reflection in the mirror and gave me a shy smile. She turned around and walked over to me at my dressing table.
“What’s up, Jasmine?” Kandi crooned.
I smiled at her. “What’s up you? You look cute.”
“Thanks. I took some of that money I made at the party and bought myself some new outfits.”
“Good. ’Cause some of that other shit you was wearing before wasn’t cutting it,” I informed her.
“Oh.” Kandi looked at me oddly. “Jasmine, about what happen at the party . . .”
I grinned at her seductively, “We had fun.”
“I know . . . but I’m not gay,” she whispered so some of the other girls wouldn’t hear.
I turned around and looked at her. “Kandi, I know you’re not gay. Neither am I. I love me some dick, but every now and then, I like to taste something sweet. Besides, by the way you were moaning, you didn’t seem to be to worry about being gay or not.”
Kandi blushed. “I know, but . . .”
“But what?” I retorted and looked at her straightforwardly. “We fucked. No big deal. You’re young, sexy, and having fun. Besides, when was the last time your man made you feel that good?”
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