Talk of the Town

by Tanya Ridley

  He always had a way to make me feel special. “I love it out here.”

  “Well, if you think this is nice, you definitely have to come out here at night. I come out just to think sometimes.”

  “I could never get tired of this,” I said.

  “Like I could never get tired of you,” he returned, turning me around to face him.

  “How much did you miss my kitty?” I teased, rubbing my hand gently across his crotch.

  “I thought about it everyday.” He leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss while he began to unzip my jeans.

  “You wanna do it out here?” I asked even though I knew the answer. We were known to have sex everywhere except the bedroom.

  “Hell yeah,” Scottie replied. He began pulling my jeans and panties down a bit until they reached my thighs. “I want it from the back.”

  My pussy began to throb uncontrollably at the thought of Scottie entering me from behind. We walked over to his expensive patio furniture and I placed my body over the back of a chair. Scottie quickly pulled down his pants and boxers exposing his rock hard dick. Soon I felt his big shaft thrust into me and I gasped, trying to hold onto the chair for support.

  “Mmmm…” I cried out.

  Scottie gripped my hips and starting fuckin’ me at a rapid pace. He cupped my breasts as he plunged in and out of me, making my juices pour out. I pushed my ass back against him, feeling the full affects of the dick. My body began to quiver, as I grinded my ass against his pelvis. I wanted to show him how much he was missed.

  “I’m about to cum, baby,” Scottie cried out.

  Fuck me harder!” I shouted.

  I felt his nails pressing into my back, and his legs wobbling as he released himself into me. A few seconds later, my legs began to quiver and I let out a huge moan. The orgasm felt so good that I wanted to collapse onto the concrete. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, panting like two dogs in heat.

  “I definitely needed that,” I said, out of breath.

  Scottie nodded his head in agreement.

  After a few more minutes of getting ourselves together, Scottie finally spoke. “So, what do you want to do? You know there’s more of Miami too see.”

  “I know, but it’s your town so you decide,” I replied.

  He flashed a sexy smile and rubbed my cheek softly. “Cool, I got something set up for tonight.”

  As the evening came, Scottie and I got back into his Bentley and headed for a club called Macarena Tavern on Washington Avenue. It was a sizzling late-night, hot spot known for salsa dancing, and was mostly populated by a young Latin crowd.

  The night life in South Beach was exciting. We pulled up to the club, and I stepped out in my white strapless mini dress and Giuseppe Zanotti sandals. Scottie complemented me in his gray Hugo Boss shirt and black slacks. We looked like the perfect couple.

  The valet took Scottie’s keys and we approached the club in style and class. There was quite a crowd outside, but Scottie was obviously a V.I.P because we passed security and the extremely long line with ease.

  “Hola, Mr. Morales,” a Latin worker greeted Scottie as we walked in.

  “Hola, Hector,” Scottie responded.

  “What did he just call you?” I asked.

  “It’s what they call me here in Miami…Mr. Morales, that’s my last name, my father was Cuban, but my mother was white,” he informed me.

  “Wow, I had no idea. And you speak Spanish too?”

  “Si, mi nombre es Senor Morales,” he said.

  I smiled. “What did you just say?”

  “I said, Yes, my name is Mr. Morales.”

  I was so turned on by his flow of Spanish that my panties were heating up. He kept me intrigued and I loved it. That’s why Mya said he likes Spanish looking girls.

  Scottie held his head up high and was greeted by so many people that you would’ve thought he was the President. Everybody wanted to speak to him or get his attention. But he remained calm and casual as we paraded through the crowded club and headed toward the V.I.P section.

  “I need to meet with some business associates of mine,” Scottie mentioned. “Do you want to hang around on the dance floor?”

  “No, that can wait,” I replied.

  We walked to the V.I.P that was roped off with two huge bouncers standing guard out front. When Scottie appeared, they nodded their heads with respect and immediately let us through. I followed Scottie into the dimly lit room that had it’s own bar, and was decorated in comfortable white suede sofas that lined the walls. Everybody in the room looked important and paid.

  Scottie walked up to a group of men, who were all in expensive looking suits, and had champagne glasses in their hands. “Scottie, como estás?” one of the men said. He stood up and hugged Scottie then kissed him on his cheek. He was a burly looking man with a cigar clutched between his fingers, and sported a trimmed dark beard.

  “Bien…muy bien,” Scottie greeted with a smile.

  “Good, my friend. And who is this lovely lady with you?” his friend asked of me.

  “Dee, I would like for you to meet, Juan, a very good friend of mine.”

  “Nice to meet you, Dee. You are a raving beauty sent down from the heavens,” Juan said.

  I smiled and thanked him. Scottie then went on to introduce me to his other friends or associates that were also seated at the table. They were all handsome, charming, and very respectful. They were also accompanied by three beautiful ladies who had on skirts and dresses just as short as mine. See, if Mya wasn’t so stupid, she could be here with me right now. All these Spanish dudes are paid.

  I took a seat next to my man, and listened to all of them talk in their language. I was clueless to what they were saying, so I just sat around looking cute.

  “You want a drink?” Scottie asked me.

  “Yes, I would love one.”

  He called a waitress over to our table. “Bring us four of your best bottles of champagne.” The waitress didn’t even see if we wanted anything else before she dashed off to fulfill Scottie’s request.

  As the night continued, I got tipsy with the other three girls, as Scottie continued discussing business with his friends. The girls and I all decided to hit the dance floor and have a good time, while our men did their thing. I wanted to have some fun. I told Scottie where I would be, and he nodded, saying it was cool.

  The club was packed, but it was a beautiful crowd, majority Latino and all of them were dancing to the hot salsa that blasted throughout the club. Everyone was twirling, twisting and moving around like they were performing at a show. The ladies looked beautiful in their slinky or ruffled salsa dresses. I loved Miami.

  I soon joined in on the dance floor, moving and twirling around with the other ladies. The beat was up-tempo, and you had to be fast. The men were also good on their feet. They grinded their hips against the ladies, and moved across the dance floor looking as light as air itself. I moved to the beat just as good anyone else, and about a half-hour later, I felt a pair of arms grab me from behind. I was about to catch an attitude until I noticed that it was Scottie coming to join me.

  He pressed himself against me and swayed his hips with mine to the music.

  “You done with business?” I asked.

  “Si, mi bonito flor,” he said, all smooth.

  “You know I don’t understand,” I replied.

  “I said yes, my beautiful flower.” So, how’s everything going out here?”

  “I’m good, but even better now that you’re here.”

  We continued to dance together, and for a white boy, he definitely had rhythm. I guess that was the Cuban side in him. He danced salsa like it was in his blood. He twirled me around and caught me in his grip, and glided across the dance floor like he was Ricky Martin. I smiled and moved along with his every move.

  After we finished tearing up the dance floor, we headed back to V.I.P, but his friends were gone. We had a few more drinks, talked, flirted, and then decided to call it a night.<
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  Outside, the valet pulled his car around to the front of the club, and I was escorted into the passenger’s seat like the queen that I was. The night was so alive, warm, and South Beach was so animated. The clubs and bars had tons of people outside; the traffic was dense with exotic looking cars, and pedestrians just having a good time. We drove down Collins Avenue taking in the sights.

  “Miami looks like it could be the town for you,” he said.

  “I love it out here, Scottie. I needed this. Thank you so much for bringing me out here.”

  “Anything for you my love,” he replied. He picked up my hand and kissed the back.

  We were definitely drawing attention in his Bentley as we strolled down Collins. It showed everyone in town that we were balling for sure, and I wasn’t complaining. I loved the attention.

  As we continued to drive his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller I.D and picked up saying, “Speak.”

  “Que!” I heard him shout out in Spanish.

  He continued his conversation in Spanish, while I tried to mind my business, but it sounded like he was upset with the person on the other end of the phone. I just stared out into the night and enjoyed the scenery as he cruised at about 30mph down the busy street.

  “No, mismo importa,” I heard him say, and then he hung up.

  “Everything okay?” I asked.

  “Just business,” he returned.

  Soon we ended up in a part of town referred to as, Palmetto Bay. It was a rich and classy area with palm trees lining the streets. Scottie drove up to a beautiful two story home that was structured so beautifully, with manicured lawns, a stucco roof top and a red Ferrari parked in the driveway.

  “Come inside with me,” Scottie instructed, stepping out of the car.

  “Who lives here?” I asked opening the passenger door. At first, I thought it was another one of his homes until we walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

  “A friend that I need to see at the moment,” he answered nonchalantly.

  Moments later, a petite blond hair white woman answered the door, and my eyes got big. She was a beautiful woman, but was also topless and only wore a red thong.

  “Hey Scottie, I didn’t know you were coming by,” she said. She looked high, holding a cigarette in her hand, as she leaned sluggishly against the door.

  “Hey, sweetie. Is Carlos in?” Scottie asked.

  “Yeah, he’s in the back, by the pool,” she told him.

  Scottie walked past her, as she moved out the way and I followed right behind him. The inside of the house was lovely. It had Italian décor in every room we passed, with a large skylight in the living room and dozens of antique paintings cluttering the walls.

  We walked through the house and emerged out back to the pool area that was illuminated with blue lightening. I immediately noticed a man and another woman seated by the jacuzzi.

  “Scottie, my main man, what’s going on? Why didn’t you tell me that you were stopping by,” the man shouted. He wore a big gold chain around his neck and was also Spanish with a thick moustache.

  The woman he was with was lounging on a chair in a pair of pink panties and was also topless. She looked high, too. I then noticed the four lines of cocaine sprawled out on one of the glass tables, with a small straw like instrument and a bottle of Moet. It was obvious that they were having a really good time.

  “Carlos, you fuckin’ up business,” Scottie said.

  “Scottie, there was a problem, but I can fix it,” he responded.

  “Fix it, it seems to me that you’re too busy fixing your addiction and fuckin’ these hoes than taking care of business.”

  “No, it’s not like that,” Carlos replied. He looked terrified. “I fucked up this once, Scottie, but you know me. I take care of my own.”

  “Joder ese mierda!” Scottie shouted out in Spanish.

  I stood off to the side so I wouldn’t get in Scottie’s way. He looked so serious and extremely determined. He stepped to Carlos, turned over the table and the glass shattered to the ground. The woman sitting by the pool looked like she’d seen a ghost when all the lines of cocaine spilled over.

  “Don’t fucking play with me, Carlos. I’m here with my woman tonight and you’re messing that up!”

  “But Scottie, c’mon, it wasn’t my fault, shit happens,” Carlos responded with fear in his eyes.

  The woman went into the house like this was her normal routine. Seeing Scottie like this didn’t actually shock me, but it did come as a surprise. He grabbed Carlos and dragged him to the pool then pushed his face into the water and held him underneath for a short moment.

  Carlos squirmed and wiggled, trying to free himself from drowning in Scottie’s grip. Scottie then turned to me, with him still holding Carlos’ head underwater and said in a nonchalant tone, “Don’t worry baby, we’ll be out of here soon. Let me just finish talking to this punk and then we can go.”

  He pulled Carlos’ head out of the water, but could care less that he was choking and trying desperately to catch his breath.

  “Scottie, c’mon man… It doesn’t… have to be like this…It wasn’t on me… I didn’t fuck it up!” Carlos shouted in between deep breaths.

  “Then who did?!” Scottie screamed.

  Carlos said something in Spanish, but it seemed like Scottie didn’t like what he had to say in return, so he pushed his head back under the water. He held him underneath a bit longer this time, and once again, he looked over at me and smiled. “You okay, baby?”

  I nodded.

  I knew Scottie was in the drug game as soon as I saw his car earlier today. Something told me that the restaurant business wasn’t paying that fuckin’ well. After arriving in Miami and seeing his house, car, and how established he was, I knew he was a major player here. It intrigued me that he seemed so at home beating up on Carlos with me standing and watching like I was at a boxing match.

  Scottie pulled Carlos’ head out the water again, but this time he was coughing and gagging a little bit harder.

  “Scottie, don’t kill me man…I’ll make it up to you… I promise…it won’t happen again,” he begged.

  “Too many chances with you, Carlos, too fuckin’ many!” Scottie still had his hand gripped around his friend’s neck. “This is the last time with you,” he continued and then banged his head against the ground, splitting his forehead open. At that moment, Carlos seemed to slip into unconsciousness.

  Scottie stood up and smiled at me. I remained nonchalant. I wasn’t a stranger to this kind of violence. Shit, I’d seen worse growing up with my brother. But Scottie was definitely a gangster with his. He walked over to me casually and embraced me into his arms.

  “I’m sorry you had to witness that side of me, but I figure better sooner than later,” he said. “You’re not scared, are you?”

  “You think seeing you smash a man’s head against the ground is going to scare me off. I grew up around worse.”

  “Maybe one day, you’ll tell me about that because I don’t know much about your past. Shit, you won’t even give me your real name, Dee.”

  At that moment, I wanted to confess because I was tired of lying, but I was afraid of what he would think of me. I loved Scottie, and didn’t want him to leave me because of a stupid ass decision I made with a friend, who was now my enemy. If he was willing to let me see a different side of him, then it was only right that I do the same, but I just couldn’t do it. “I don’t like my name, so I like people to call me, Dee.”

  “Well, I’ll accept that for now, but not for long,” he replied and kissed me softly on the lips.

  We left the pool and walked back into the house. The two white girls were hiding out in the great room and when they saw us walk through, panic spread across their faces.

  “Scottie, is Carlos dead?” one of them asked.

  “Y’all bitches better shut the fuck up about this, and when that mutha-fucka wakes up, you tell him to call me,” he demanded with a stern voice.

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  We walked out the house, got into Scottie’s car and drove off. I’m glad that I went with my heart and didn’t try to set him up, I thought. Scottie was definitely connected and who knows what would’ve happened if Mya and I had robbed him.

  As we rode north up Pinecrest Parkway, I wanted to ask him what Carlos did to fuck up, but I decided to stay in my place. Besides, it wasn’t my business.

  “So, you’re a gangster?” I asked breaking the silence.

  He smiled. “I’m a business man, Dee. Gangsters end up in prison,” he replied.

  I smiled at his remark. “After tonight, you could’ve fooled me.”

  He laughed. “I have to admit, that sometimes my temper does get in the way of me doing business.” “So how deadly can your temper be?”

  “Why, are you turned on by me?” he asked.

  “Maybe,” I teased.

  “Maybe, huh. … maybe you need a spanking tonight, for being turned on by bad boys. Didn’t your mom tell you about men like me?”

  “She did, and she told me if they get rough, just get rough right back, and you already know I can get pretty rough,” I said seductively.

  “You keep talking like that and we’re not gonna make it back to my place.”

  I smiled.

  We got back to his house around three in the morning. Once inside, both Scottie and I walked straight out onto the deck.

  “I told you that you would love it out here,” Scottie said.

  He embraced me into his arms as I continued to stare out at the water. “You turn me on, Dee and I love the fact that you keep it real. What I did tonight was a test, and you passed,” he explained.

  “A test?” I looked at him with a confused expression.

  “Yes, I wanted to see your reaction. I wanted to see how you would react witnessing a man almost murdered by my hands, and you played it cool. You’re not emotional, and I like that,” he said.

  “Why did you want to test me?”

  For some reason he didn’t answer, so I decided not to push the issue. A part of me wasn’t sure if he was really telling me the whole story, but again I didn’t want to open up a can of worms. We were having a nice time enjoying each other’s company, and I didn’t want to ruin that. I hadn’t been this happy in months.