by Erica Hilton
“Oh, OK. That’s cool. And y’all stayed in touch all these years?”
“You friggin’ kiddin’ me? This is like my brother. I’d trust this guy with my life.”
Jasmine smiled.
“So, Tony, somebody fucked up, blew a stop sign, and hit her Lexus. I figured I would have her come check you and let you knock it out for her, since she was telling me that she had a two-thousand-dollar deductible with her insurance.”
“Yeah, I got you. Let me see the damage. Is the car outside?”
The three of us walked out of the reception area and made our way outside to the car.
“How’s the Maybach treating you?” Tony asked.
“Fuck what you heard. On the real, that’s the best car on the planet. I love it. Much better than them small-ass Bugatti’s niggas be pushing.”
“You hear this guy? He’s got more money than God!” Tony laughed. “OK. So this is the car? Wow! This can’t be more than six months old,” Tony stated, referring to the Lexus.
“It’s not,” Jasmine replied.
“Well, I can fix it, no problem. It looks like it’s just the front quarter panel, but if you see right here where the passenger door got pushed in a little, it doesn’t look like much. But if I redo the front quarter panel and leave the door like that, it’ll look crazy. So, to do it right, I’ll have to replace the front passenger door and the front quarter panel.”
“OK, so what am I looking at?” I asked.
“For this, I’ll bang the insurance company for eleven grand, and when they cut me the check, since you my nigga, I’ll give you back the two grand she paid for the deductible.” Tony laughed and told Jasmine not to take offense because I had given him permission to use the N-word.
Jasmine smiled at Tony’s comment and nodded her head to let him know she was cool with everything he had said.
“I’m sorry, miss. Nico, this rude schmuck, didn’t even introduce us. I didn’t get your name.” Tony extended his hand to Jasmine.
“I’m Jasmine,” she smiled and replied.
“You have any questions for me?”
“No. Nico told me he would take care of the deductible for me, so I guess I only wanna know when it will be ready.”
Tony stared at her for a moment before continuing to speak. “Did anybody ever tell you that you look—”
Jasmine cut Tony off and finished his sentence. “Like Jada Pinkett Smith, right?”
“No. I was actually going say the singer Mya.”
“Yup, I get that too sometimes.”
Tony said, “Jada Pinkett, she’s skinny and got an ass like a white girl.”
“Oh my God.” Jasmine laughed at Tony and covered her mouth.
“Definitely you look more like Mya than Jada Pinkett,” Tony said, chuckling. “But, to answer your question, today is Tuesday. I can have the car completed and ready for you by Saturday afternoon. Would that work?”
“OK. Yeah, that’s not bad.”
Tony paused and kept quiet and waited to see if anyone had any more questions, and since we didn’t, he led us back inside and filled out paperwork that he had Jasmine sign.
When they were done with the paperwork, I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a huge wad of cash. I always walked with fifteen to twenty grand in my pocket. I counted out twenty hundred-dollar bills and laid them out on the table. I hadn’t even fucked Jasmine yet and I was personally giving her money, but it didn’t matter though because, at the end of the day, it was just money. It was more where that came from so I wasn’t stressing it like that.
“This guy couldn’t wear those tight skinny jeans if he wanted to. All his cash wouldn’t fit.” Tony laughed as he scooped up the money off his desk and recounted it.
“Baggy jeans all day every day for me. I won’t ever be on that skinny jeans gay shit.”
I gave Tony a pound and thanked him for looking out for me and told him I would hit him up later, and then me and Jasmine left and headed toward my car.
“So whatchu doing for the rest of the day?” I asked as Henry held open the rear driver’s side door for me. I instructed Jasmine to get in, which she did. Henry closed the door behind her, and then he walked around and opened the rear passenger door, and I got in and sat down.
“I’m just gonna chill. I don’t have nothing specific to do. I already decided to skip my classes,” Jasmine responded as the driver closed my door and made his way to the driver’s seat.
I got my driver’s attention and instructed him to take us to Benihana’s on Northern Boulevard. He nodded his head, and we pulled off.
It was December, so it was way too cold for convertible drop-top flossing, but if the weather was warm, I would have really blown Jasmine’s mind by removing only the rear top and leaving in place the top for the front half where the driver was.
“My bad,” I said. “I didn’t even ask you if you wanted to go get something to eat.”
“Yeah, definitely, and thank you,” Jasmine immediately and eagerly responded.
“So how old are you?”
“I’m nineteen, and my birthday is next Saturday.”
“So you’ll be twenty?”
Jasmine nodded her head yes, and then it was like she wanted to purposely change the subject to anything but her age.
“This car is so comfortable, I could live back here, it’s so roomy. I love it.”
We continued to have more small talk until we reached the restaurant, which was a twenty-minute ride from the body shop.
“Chill,” I said to Jasmine as I touched her leg. “The driver will come open the door for you then you can get out.”
Jasmine followed my directions and didn’t make a move to step out of the car until her door was opened for her. The same was done for me, and then we made our way inside the restaurant and were seated by the hostess.
We both took off our coats, so we could make ourselves more comfortable. The way the restaurant was set up, it was sort of like a large square table with a grill in the middle where a Japanese chef would cook and prepare the meal right in front of the diners.
So that I wouldn’t be sitting too far away from Jasmine, I decided to sit right next to her instead of across from her. “You ever been here before?” I asked.
Jasmine shook her head no.
“Do you trust me to order for you?”
“OK,” Jasmine said with a smile.
I ordered filet mignon and hibachi chicken for me, and hibachi steak and hibachi shrimp for Jasmine, and I ordered spicy tuna rolls. For drinks, I ordered sake for both of us.
The drinks were the first thing to arrive. Jasmine had never drank sake, and I was surprised that she liked it.
“You passed your first exam,” I said.
“Oh really? And what exam would that be?”
“You’re open to new things. I like that.”
“That’s what keeps life interesting.” Jasmine then added, “You taught me something today.”
“What’s that?”
“That I shouldn’t settle and I should set my standards real high for myself. I mean, to me it’s hot that you got a driver opening doors for you and chauffeuring you around and drinking hard-to-pronounce drinks and all of that.”
I laughed.
“No, I mean, really. I see shit like that on TV and it’s always like, ‘Oh, that’s for the Donald Trump’s and people like that,’ but it can be for people who look just like me. It’s just that I never see it, so I assume that it’s not possible.”
“I feel you. Life is all about what you expose yourself to. But you gotta have vision to see what other people can’t see and then be relentless in pursuing it.”
“I like that,” Jasmine replied. “You sounding all educated and stuff. Let me find out you sma
rt.”
“I just got you by ten years, so it’s more life experience than anything,” I replied and then paused before continuing to speak. “I got a two-year degree, but I keep that to myself. It ain’t really nothing to talk about in the hood. But what about you? In the car you was saying you in school. What’s your major?”
“Nursing.”
I nodded my head and drank some more sake. “That’s a good look.”
“You don’t seem like the college type,” Jasmine said to me. “No offense, I’m just saying.”
“Quiet as it’s kept, I never even finished high school. But I got my G.E.D. and then I went to community college because I always wanted more than just these streets, you feel me?”
Jasmine nodded her head yes.
“I own twelve Taco Bells, twelve Subway sandwich shops, and I also own twelve income tax franchises.”
“Wow! That’s really good. So you’re a businessman.”
“Entrepreneur.”
“Oh, my bad.” Jasmine laughed. “Why is everything that you own in groups of twelve? And why you still fuckin’ with the streets if you sitting on all of that?”
I laughed. “You just passed exam number two.”
“You better stop with all these goddamn tests,” she joked.
Then I explained that I liked the fact that she paid attention to details and told her how important that was in life. I went on to explain to her that in the Bible certain numbers had significance, and that the number twelve represented completion and perfection, so that’s why I did things in groups of twelve.
“Interesting. So you’re a smart businessman that knows the Bible and could teach me a lot about life. Always the good ones that are taken. Dayum!” She laughed. “So when are you getting married?”
“We set the date for next New Year’s Eve.”
“Oh, OK. A New Year’s Eve wedding. That’s different,” Jasmine said and then she paused before continuing to talk. “Let me ask you something.”
“Yeah. What’s up?”
“Mia don’t ever encourage you to leave the streets alone?”
I shook my head no, and looked at Jasmine to see where she was going with her words.
“If I was your girl, I woulda switched up my major and gone for my MBA or something business-related. On the real, you got all those franchises and all that. All you need is somebody to help you take that to a billion-dollar level. I remember seeing this fat black guy on BET and he owns like five hundred Burger Kings. And he had his own custom made G5 and the whole nine. With the right woman in your corner, that could easily be you.”
I nodded my head and just listened.
After our food arrived, I ordered more sake for us because we had finished the first round that quick. But it was a good thing, because the sake had us both feeling pretty good, and I wanted to keep it flowing.
“You gonna get me drunk up in here, and it’s only two in the afternoon,” Jasmine said.
“It’s nighttime somewhere in the world.”
Jasmine laughed, and then she adjusted herself in her seat before digging into her food. That was when I decided to place my hand on her right thigh underneath the table. I gently massaged and stroked her thigh, until I got to her knee, and then I massaged that part of her body.
“You better focus on your food and not me, ’cause you ain’t ready for this,” Jasmine said.
I laughed and I removed my hand from her leg. Ten minutes later I went back to flirting with her.
“So I ain’t ready for you, huh?”
Jasmine wagged her index finger from side to side as she finished chewing her shrimp. “See, I didn’t say that. Remember what you just told me about the importance of paying attention to detail. What I said was you ain’t ready for this.”
Jasmine was real quick with it and witty, and I liked that. What I liked even better was what she was implying.
“That’s what you think?”
“That’s what I know,” she added, and then she drank some more sake.
“That’s that South Side swagger talking. But, remember, I’m from Brooklyn, so you know how we get down. But I like your confidence.”
“I got reason to be confident, but it ain’t got nothing to do with the South Side.”
“So where does the confidence come from?”
“I’m just saying. Just how you got some dudes and they know what they workin’ with, the same is true for some women. And I know what I’m workin’ with. My pussy is nice and fat and juicy.” Jasmine smiled and paused for effect. “And like I said, you ain’t ready for this.”
The sake was definitely having its effect on me, and with Jasmine talking about her pussy, I was ready to take her back to my crib, which wasn’t too far from the restaurant, and fuck her brains out. But I decided to just keep myself in check and play things cool for the moment.
I placed my hand back on Jasmine’s thigh. Only this time I didn’t focus on her knee. Instead I worked my hand upward until I got to her crotch area and I started to rub on her pussy.
She immediately stopped me though. “When you really ready for this, let me know and we’ll revisit that then. I don’t think your Mia would be too happy right now.”
I nodded my head and I played things cool and kept everything in line with the way things had been flowing.
“You just passed your final exam,” I said to Jasmine.
She smirked and looked at me and then went back to eating her food.
Before long we had finished eating and we made it back to my car. I had the driver swing by my house, which wasn’t too far from the restaurant. I knew that Mia wouldn’t be there because ever since the break in she had felt more comfortable staying at my apartment in Manhattan and that’s where she was at the moment.
I lived in Kings Point, a very exclusive area in Long Island. Jasmine had never been to that part of Long Island. I genuinely had to stop back at my crib and pay the contractor that was doing some work at my house. Since I was heading to Manhattan after dropping off Jasmine in Queens, it made sense to just swing by the crib and knock it out at that point.
When we reached my crib I exited the car, but Jasmine stayed put. I ran inside and paid the contractor, and shortly thereafter, I was back at the car.
“Come inside,” I said to Jasmine and extended my hand to her.
“Nico, where’s Mia?” Jasmine said in a loud whisper, a devilish grin on her face.
“We good. Don’t worry about that. She’s in the city.”
Jasmine shook her head, looking at me while she exited the car. “I cannot believe you.”
I led Jasmine into my crib and didn’t waste time taking her on a tour or any of that because the truth of the matter was, I just wanted to bang her out real quick and be in and out, since Mia was waiting on me in the city to take her to lunch at Ciprani.
Jasmine followed behind me as I walked and asked me if she could use the bathroom. So I took her coat from her and showed her where the bathroom was, and I went into the guest bedroom right next to my master bedroom and hung up both of our coats and waited for her to finish using the bathroom.
When she was done, she exited the bathroom and looked around to see where I had gone.
“I’m in here,” I said to Jasmine, and she walked over to me.
I closed the door behind her and locked it, and then I pulled her close to me.
“Nico, you’re buggin’!” Jasmine said, trying to push me away from her. “We can’t do nothin’ in here.”
I continued to lean in, trying to kiss her until she gave in. She pressed her lips against mine, and I slid my tongue into her mouth and started to kiss her. Jasmine held on to me tightly and kissed me harder than I kissed her. I could feel her chest heaving in and out.
“OK, wait, wait, wait
.” Jasmine quickly pulled away from me and fanned herself with both of her hands. She looked at me and told me we couldn’t do anything in my house.
I pulled her back close to me and turned her so that her back was to my chest, and unbuttoned her jeans.
“You was talking that shit—Let me see how fat that pussy is.” I kissed her on her neck. Then I slid my hand into her jeans and started to play with her clit.
“How did this happen? We just met,” Jasmine said, sounding real faint, her eyes closed.
Her pussy was soaked, so I knew she was enjoying the way I was making her feel. I slid my middle finger inside her pussy and started to finger-fuck her.
“Oh my God! You are driving me insane,” Jasmine said to me while I continued to kiss on her neck. She then reached back and started to feel on my rock-hard dick. “I wantchu,” she said, her eyes closed. She unzipped my pants and reached her hand in and grabbed hold of my dick.
I took off my shirt, and Jasmine turned around and touched my chest and my six-pack and looked at my tats. I took off my boots, and Jasmine took off hers as well. She also took off her jeans, revealing a pair of purple thongs. Just looking at her body made me feel like I was going to nut right there on the spot. Jasmine then took off her shirt, but she left on her matching purple bra, and I took off my pants and my boxers.
Without me having to say anything, Jasmine came close to me and gave me a soft peck on the lips. She looked up at me, and I looked at her, and then she slowly bent down until her face was right in front of my dick. She started sucking on it, simultaneously stroking it with her right hand.
Just as I was getting into the blowjob, Jasmine stopped and looked up at me. She smiled as if she knew she was teasing me. I gently grabbed the back of her head and guided it back on to my dick, and she continued to suck on it like she was an experienced porn star.
And again, just as I was getting into it, she purposely stopped and looked up at me while she continued to stroke the head of my dick with her hand.
“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish,” I said to her.
Jasmine held her left index finger to her mouth, indicating that she wanted me to be silent. Then he pushed my hard dick so that it was standing straight up against my stomach, and she started to gently suck on my balls while she stroked my dick.