by Erica Hilton
“How could we turn that down? I heard a lot of good things about Mansion.” I shook Kelvin’s hand.
Kelvin made a bit more small talk before he went to one of the deck chairs and sat down to read a magazine.
Laughing, I said to Sharmel, “Now he could definitely get it!”
“Don’t get that wild down here.”
I laughed it off and told her that I wouldn’t, and I also reminded her that it was just the liquor talking for me.
Later on that evening, I ended up calling Kelvin to remind him we would definitely be there. He told me he would make sure we was on the list, and all we had to do was go to the front of the line and let them know our names, and if we had any problems, we just had to call him and he would take care of it.
“Something urgent came up, so I might be getting there late. But regardless I’ll try to find you. If I do, I’ll buy you and your girl a bottle of whatever y’all wanna drink,” Kelvin said before ending the call.
***
When me and Sharmel made it inside the club, I instantly saw what all the hype concerning Mansion was about. The huge club was packed, but it didn’t feel ghetto, where everybody is all rammed up together like sardines. And I also liked that the club wasn’t just full of black people, it also had white people, Asians, and Latinos. The vibe inside the club was just what I was looking for as an escape from New York.
Sharmel wasn’t shy by nature, and after enough drinks my shyness had disappeared, so it didn’t take long for the two of us to warm up to the music and start dancing. Before long Sharmel had a guy come up to her, and without asking for permission he started to dance with her. He was a cute guy, but he was shorter than Sharmel. I knew how much Sharmel hated short dudes so it was funny to watch him interact with her.
I stepped off so as not to crowd them, and when the guy’s back was to me, I laughed at Sharmel, gesturing with my hand to indicate how short the guy was.
As I continued to dance by myself, I looked over to my right and could have sworn I saw a chick who looked just like Jasmine. But then I figured I had to just be bugging out, that there was no way Jasmine was down there. At that point, I needed a drink. I walked up to Sharmel and told her I was going over to the bar, pointing to the area.
As soon as I made it to the bar, Sharmel came up to me.
“Thank God! You gave me an excuse to get away from Mighty Mouse,” she said, and we both started laughing.
“I had to get a drink. I swear I just saw a chick who looked just like Jasmine, and I was saying, ‘I gotta get that heifer off my mind,’” I explained to Sharmel just before ordering us two Cosmopolitans.
While we sat at the bar drinking, I saw Kelvin walk by with two other dudes.
“There goes the dude from the hotel from this morning,” I said to Sharmel.
Sharmel wanted me to run up on Kelvin and his friends. But just because he had put us on the VIP list, I didn’t want to come across like a needy stalker or something, so I told her we needed to just chill and have a good time and not be intrusive.
“It’s still early. Later on tonight I’ll text him and see where he’s at,” I said to Sharmel.
We continued to drink and party and have a really good time. As time went on, the club got more and more packed. LeBron James and his entourage had showed up in the club. The chick from the TV show, The Game, showed up, and there were other celebrities that kept getting shout-outs from the DJ, but I couldn’t keep track of all the names.
We had been in the club for a good three hours, by which time I was really feeling nice from all the liquor I had drunk. Sharmel didn’t drink as much as I did, but she was enjoying herself, and getting way more male attention than I was. She had to have gotten close to three phone numbers from different dudes, and I was starting to feel self-conscious.
Just at the moment when I was thinking that maybe I was starting to lose some of my magic, Kelvin sent me a text message:
Hey beautiful, you still here? I didn’t forget about those bottles. Hit me back.
I instantly texted him back and told him that we were still there and that I was on the first floor at one of the bars. Kelvin texted me right back and told me which area he was in.
I finished my drink and told Sharmel that Kelvin had just hit me up, and the two of us made our way through the club and up a huge sweeping staircase and over to where he was at.
When we got to the VIP area, Kelvin walked up to me with a cocktail waitress who had two bottles of champagne with large sparklers on them. It was definitely a good look.
“Did I keep my promise or what?” Kelvin said to me and Sharmel.
The sparklers definitely attracted attention, and people in the VIP area were looking at me and Sharmel, trying to figure out if we were celebs.
“Yes, you certainly did,” I said to Kelvin.
The waitress popped the bottles for us and poured us some champagne, and as we drank, we made small talk with Kelvin.
“Normally we’re closed on Monday and Tuesday, but it’s Serena’s launch party for her new handbags. That’s why it’s so packed up in here,” Kelvin explained.
“Oh, we didn’t even know. Serena Williams, the tennis player, right?” Sharmel asked.
“Yeah, that Serena,” Kelvin said. “I’ll try to get y’all a bag if they got any left. I didn’t even think about it.”
I was quiet for the moment and I continued to drink my champagne. It was wild because all of a sudden it seemed like I was like really drunk or something. The sound system seemed much more powerful than before. I could feel the bass of the music in my chest. Even the huge chandeliers that hung from the ceiling appeared larger than I had noticed before. It was just a crazy feeling.
Kelvin introduced us to two of his home boys and while they made small talk with Sharmel, he took me aside and he started to make private conversation with me.
“So you having a good time?” he asked.
I smiled and told him I was. Then I joked and asked him what he had slipped into my drink.
He smiled. “Why you say that?”
“I just feel super nice. I wasn’t feeling like this when I was downstairs.”
“It’s just the lights and the music up here on this level is a little different, that’s all.”
“So you own this spot?”
“Yeah, me and my two partners. Years ago we started out as club promoters for a bunch of different clubs, and so this was just a natural move for us.”
“That’s real good.” I drank some more champagne.
“So what about you? What do you do?”
I hated when people asked me that question because I never really had an answer that made sense to them.
“I’m a professional gold digger,” I said with a smile.
Kelvin started to laugh. “You got a sense of humor. I like women who know how to laugh.”
Then I decided to just keep it real with him. “You ever been to New York?” I asked.
“That’s where I’m from. Co-op City in the Bronx!”
“Really? So you went from New York to owning a club down here in Miami?”
“Yup, and I live in Atlanta. So that’s wild, right?”
“Very wild, but it’s cool though. Well, since you from New York, you ever heard of Ghetto Mafia?”
“Of course.”
“So then you probably heard of a dude named Nico?”
“I don’t know him, but I heard the name, it rings out.”
“Nico is my man, and he basically takes care of me.”
The way I figured, there was no reason for me to lie. Kelvin was cute, and he was definitely my type, but I was never into playing games.
“So you’re wifey,” Kelvin replied. “I can see why.”
“Why what?”
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p; “Why a nigga would want to wife you. I mean, I definitely would.”
That put a smile on my face.
“So what are y’all doing when y’all bounce?”
“I don’t know. Why? What’s up?” I asked, hoping not to come across needy.
Kelvin extended his hand to me, guided me toward him, and started to dance with me. He had no idea he was giving me the exact type of attention I had been craving, and he seemed like he was the perfect catch. I couldn’t believe how good my cards were lining up.
“Don’t take offense,” Kelvin said to me. “But I asked because I want you to come back to the hotel with me.”
He was about seven inches taller than me, so I had to look up at him. I smiled and I shook my head. “You are too much,” I said into his ear.
“I’m just honest, that’s all.”
My cell phone started to vibrate right at that moment. I looked at it and noticed it was Nico.
Don’t let me have to beat your ass!
I sucked my teeth and sighed when I saw that message. I just ignored it and continued to ignore Nico as I had been doing all along.
“I would go back to the hotel and chill with you, but you probably meet all kinds of women coming through here. And, as sexy as you are, I’m sure you sex everything that moves,” I said.
Kelvin shook his head no.
“That’s not true?”
“No, it’s not. I’m a good dude.”
I looked at Kelvin as I continued to two-step with him to the music.
“You want me to tell you something I see about you?” Kelvin asked me.
“Yeah, tell me.”
“You’re a loyal person, but what’s going on is that you’re hurting on the inside because you’ve been hurt.”
I paused from dancing and looked at him in amazement. “How do you know that?”
“It’s a gift.”
“A gift? So you a psychic?”
“Nah, I’m not a psychic,” Kelvin reached in and gave me a peck on my neck, his soft full lips sending shivers down my spine.
“You have to leave me alone.” I gently pushed Kelvin away from me. I was feeling nice at that moment, and Kelvin was making me feel really good, but as mad and as disappointed as I was with Nico, I could never step out on him.
“A’ight, I’ll leave you alone. But I want you to remember something.”
“What’s that?”
“Never say never.”
“OK, now you’re scaring me, and I can’t even tell you why.” I laughed and put both of my hands in the air in surrender. “Get away from me.”
Kelvin smiled and asked me when I was leaving to go back to New York. I told him, and then he asked me if he could call me again.
“Yes, you can call me,” I said to him before he walked off with his friends.
As soon as Sharmel came over to me, I said to her, “Remember when I said at the pool that he could get it?”
She laughed and nodded her head.
“Well, I don’t even know his last name, but he is about to get it!”
“Mia, that’s just that liquor talking for you,” Sharmel replied as we made our way to another part of the club.
Maybe it was the liquor talking, but a half an hour later as I stood against one of the exposed brick walls inside Mansion nightclub, I decided to send Kelvin a text message.
What’s your room number?
Kelvin texted me back five minutes later with his response: 726
Maybe it was the liquor that was allowing me to enjoy flirting with Kelvin. Whatever it was, I sent a text back that said, So what time can I meet you there?
Kelvin quickly replied, Meet me there at five a.m.
At that time, it was close to three thirty in the morning and I didn’t want to change my mind. I told Sharmel I wanted to get two more drinks and then we could leave. Sharmel was with my plan for more drinks, but she had no idea about my other plan to hook up with Kelvin.
The club was still rocking and didn’t look like it was winding down anytime soon. Me and Sharmel had a tough time getting the attention of the bartender. But we finally did, and I ordered two more drinks for the both of us, to keep me buzzing and feeling nice until five a.m.
I sent back to Kelvin, Ok, I’ll be there.
And, sure enough, at five a.m., against Sharmel’s advice and warning, I found myself standing in front of Room 726, gently knocking on the door and waiting for Kelvin to open it up and let me in.
CHAPTER 19
Jasmine
Everything was working out just as I had planned and hoped. The only thing I forgot to do was to make sure that my iPhone was fully charged.
“This phone better not die on me,” I said to Kelvin while we waited for Mia to show up at his room.
“You got like a quarter of the battery life left,” Kelvin said to me. “You should be good. That shit should last you an hour at least.”
Mia wasn’t supposed to come to the room until five, but she was knocking at Kelvin’s door at a quarter to five.
“That’s her!” I whispered to Kelvin. I scrambled to hide my shoes and my bag, so Mia would have no reason to get suspicious. After I hid my stuff, I scurried over to the closet and positioned myself inside, and Kelvin partially closed the two-door closet behind me.
Mia knocked on the hotel room door again, and this time Kelvin opened it. I started the video recorder on my iPhone, and although I couldn’t actually start filming anything just yet, I still wanted the recorder going, just in case Mia said something I wanted to have on tape.
“You got here quick,” Kelvin said.
“Yeah, after I sent you that text, I just had two more drinks with my girl, and then we left,” Mia replied.
Kelvin escorted her into the room. “Oh, OK. So you want another drink? I brought some champagne back from the club, and I got some orange juice, if you wanna mix it.”
Mia said that she wanted some but had to use the bathroom first. She went to the bathroom and stayed in there for about three minutes, and she came out and started to drink the mimosa Kelvin had mixed for her.
They made small talk about who they knew in New York and how old they were and what high school they went to and all of that. All the while they continued to drink, I could tell that the drinks were definitely affecting Mia, because she was getting more and more talkative.
She said to Kelvin, “I was just down here like the other week. I had to do a photo shoot for J-Lo.”
“That’s where the fuck I know you from! You a model, right?”
Mia told him that she was, and that she was also trying to get into acting.
“So why didn’t you say that in the club? You was making it seem like you just live off of your man’s money.”
“Please don’t mention my man to me. I’m so not feeling him right now.”
I was so glad I had that on tape.
At that point I guess Kelvin used that as his cue to make his move because I heard what sounded like kissing. I slowly opened the door a little bit more and took a chance and peered out, and sure enough Mia and Kelvin were kissing. I made sure that I was capturing it all.
“You so fuckin’ sexy,” Mia said to Kelvin as he took off his shirt. Then Mia pushed him away, and she stood up and walked to the other side of the room.
I had to be real careful that she didn’t turn around and see me. Not wanting to take any chances, I went back inside the closet.
“Why you pushing me away?”
“Because I don’t even know your last name.”
“It don’t matter because I don’t know yours either, and nobody knows that we’re here but me and you.”
I peeked out the closet again in time to see Kelvin pushing up on Mia. He gave her a peck on the lips
, and she felt on his six-pack while drinking champagne straight from the bottle.
“Take your heels off,” he said to Mia, which she did.
“I got pretty feet, don’t I?” Mia drank some more of her mimosa.
After Mia took off her shoes, Kelvin walked up to her and unbuttoned her shorts. Then he slipped his hands inside and started playing with her pussy.
Mia closed her eyes while being touched by Kelvin. “I don’t know you after tonight,” she said to him.
Kelvin put up one finger to his mouth and told Mia to shush because she was talking too much. Then he slid her out of her shorts and then her thong.
“You gotta ask me, if you can fuck me,” Mia playfully said to Kelvin. She gently smacked him on the face.
“Can I fuck you?”
“Say it like you really want it!”
I almost started laughing. I didn’t know she was into role playing.
“Can I fuck you, baby?” Kelvin said a little more forcefully.
Mia then reached for her shorts. “You don’t really want this pussy.”
“Can I fuck the shit outta your pussy, baby?”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Mia started rubbing on Kelvin’s dick.
Kelvin took his pants off, and his dick was standing firm and ready for action. He reached down into his pants pocket and got a condom and slipped it onto his dick.
Mia took the champagne bottle and took a swig from it. She gave Kelvin a real seductive look. I could tell she was drunk, but at the same time, she definitely seemed like she knew exactly what she wanted.
At that point my battery was really getting low. I was ready to scream. I was praying the phone didn’t completely shut off on me. And I was also praying that Kelvin would hurry up and put his dick inside Mia, so I could have what I needed to hang her ass.
Mia walked toward a chair and straddled it in a way where her knees were facing the back of the chair. It was clear that she wanted Kelvin to fuck her from the back, and the position she chose was perfect for me to film.
From the moment Kelvin slipped his dick inside Mia’s pussy, she started talking shit. She just wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Never in a million years would I have thought that little pretty and perfect Mia with the soft voice would have had such an X-rated potty mouth. It had to be the champagne and the liquor talking for her because it just seemed so way out of character for her.