Naughty by Nature

by Brenda Hampton

  “Oooo, girl. You shouldn’t talk about your man like that. That is so cruel of you.”

  “Please, my man knows better. He ain’t got to pay you when he got all this to look forward to.” She lifted a chunk of her left breast.

  “Well, he did. He’s outside parking his car. Within a few minutes, the door shall chime.”

  We all thought Deidra was playing, but sure enough, just moments later, Jamaica’s boyfriend, Darious, came through the door.

  “What’s up, y’all?” he said, looking around with a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

  “What’s up?” Jamaica said. “I know you didn’t just give Deidra no twenty dollars for showing you her breasts.”

  “Damn, why you trippin’?” he placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans that hung low and showed his underwear. “It what’en nothin’ but twenty dollars. You act like it was a hundred dollars or somethin’.”

  Jamaica and her man started to argue. Every time he came in here, some shit always happened. Sometimes the chaos scared my customers away, but I wasn’t having it today.

  “Look, why don’t y’all take y’all argument outside? There are people in here who don’t want to hear it.”

  “Bitch, shut up,” he said. “Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking to my woman.”

  “Darious, you need to leave,” Jamaica said. “I don’t need you up in here disrespecting me or my friends.”

  “I agree,” I said standing up. “Now, I’m asking you nicely to leave and I’m not going to be too many more of your bitches.”

  He stepped forward and grabbed Jamaica by her neck. Soon after, Bernie pulled out a silver pistol from inside of her drawer.

  She aimed it at him. “Not up in here, and not today, fool. We asked you to leave and now you got a choice. Either you leave with holes in your behind or you gon’ leave the same way you came in here—though the front door.”

  “She don’t look like she playing,” Deidra added. “Her husband quickly found that out, but he can’t tell you cause he’s six feet under.”

  Darious released Jamaica’s neck and held his hands up as he walked to the door. He gave an evil stare at Jamaica and made his exit. When he was out of sight, we all slowly got back to our seats.

  “You need to be really careful,” Bernie said to Jamaica. “That fool is trouble.”

  “Don’t worry about it. My brothers are coming from L.A. next week and Darious will be dealt with. His days of putting his hands on me are running out.”

  “Just be careful,” I said.

  After Yasing finished my toes, I headed back to my office to take a nap. I was tired from the late hours I’d been putting in at Jay’s, as well as the late nights I’d been spending with my men. I had a date with Maxwell tonight, but he called earlier and cancelled our plans. For that, he would pay. I would be sure to place him on the back burner and make him wait at least two or three weeks before I saw him again.

  I closed the door to my office, lay back on my couch, and within seconds, I was out like a light.

  There was a light tap on my door, and when I woke up and asked who it was, it was Bernie. I pulled my hair back and stumbled my tired butt to the door.

  “Hey,” I said, opening it. Bernie came in and so did one of her customers.

  “Scorpio, this is Eva. She wants to speak to you about her concerns with your place. She addressed them to me, but I told her you were the one to speak to.”

  “That’s fine. Have a seat,” I said.

  Bernie left the room and Eva sat in a chair in front of my desk. She was an older short woman with a small frame so I didn’t anticipate her coming in here to start any mess with me.

  “Bernie was doing my hair when Jamaica’s boyfriend came in. I was blown away when she pulled out a gun, but more so upset that you, as the owner, didn’t do nothing about it. I thought it was bad enough that you allowed one of your workers to expose herself in the street, but the gun incident really took the cake.”

  “I’m sorry you feel that way, uh—”

  “Eva. Bernie already told you my name but maybe you forgot.”

  “Eva, it’s obvious that you have some legitimate concerns, however, it’s difficult trying to keep things in order around here. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to manage a business before, but anything can happen at a place like this. Whenever there are a lot of women around, there’s always gon’ be men. We don’t always see eye to eye on things, so sometimes that can mean trouble. Unfortunately, there are times that trouble finds it way to Jay’s, and when it does, I have to approach every situation as best as I can.”

  “Well, I think you can avoid some of the mess that goes on around here by choosing stylists with a bit more professionalism. Bernie is cool, but Jamaica and Deidra, they are two of the most foul mouthed women I’ve ever seen. I should be able to relax at a place like this. Whoever the hell you have sex with is none of my business. Just within the last several weeks of coming here, I can write your life story. And, all the cussing makes my bones rattle. I’m a Christian woman and—”

  “Eva, maybe you should find a new stylist? I have never had anyone complain about their visit at Jay’s, and as hard as I try, I’ll never be able to please everybody.”

  She stood up and wrapped her arm around the straps of her purse. “Maybe I will find me somewhere else to go.”

  I gave her an “oh well” look and Eva headed for the door. After she left, I heard the front door close and Bernie peeped her head in the doorway.

  “You all right?” she asked.

  “Hey, I’m fine. We can’t please everybody, right?” Just then my phone rang. I reached to answer it and Bernie waved good-bye.

  “Hello.” I said. There was silence, and soon, I heard heavy breathing into the phone and hung up. The phone rang again, and whoever it was called again.

  “Who is this?” I said, while listening to the heavy breathing again. “You’re a stupid motherfucka,” I yelled. I hung up and waited for them to call back, but they didn’t.

  I gathered my belongings in my office and headed up front. I turned down the lights, then made sure all of the hot irons were off. I locked the front door and headed to my car. As I neared it, it looked rather odd. And when I got closer to it, I could see that all four of my tires were flat. My hands were shaking, but I quickly pulled out my cell phone and called the police. It didn’t take long for them to get there, and when the officer asked if I had any idea who might have done it, I really couldn’t give him a name. I wanted to say Darious, because of what had happened today, but then again, I wanted to say Spencer because he was mad at me for calling it quits. Since he hadn’t done anything crazy like this before, I had to eliminate him. I couldn’t decide who was capable of doing something so stupid, so for the time being, I told the police I didn’t have a clue.

  The officer offered to stay with me until Troy’s Truck & Towing arrived. I needed a ride home, but when I called home, Leslie didn’t answer. I figured her and the kids must have been asleep, so I didn’t want to bother her.

  Since it was almost 11:00 P.M., and I knew Shane worked late nights, I called Davenports to see if I could catch up with him. When the answering machine at Davenports came on, I called his cell phone. Surprisingly, he answered.

  “Hi, Shane, this is Scorpio.”

  “I recognized your number,” he said dryly. “What’s up?”

  “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

  “Depends on what it is.”

  “Somebody slashed all four of my tires and I need a ride home. I’m sorry to bother you, but—”

  He paused for a long while, as if he had to think about it. “Where are you?”

  “I’m still at Jay’s.”

  “Give me about twenty minutes. I’ll be there in twenty to thirty minutes.”

  “Thanks,” I said, and then hung up.

  In less than twenty minutes, Shane was there. He parked his Lexus and walked up to me. He placed his hands in his p
ockets, observing my car jacked up by the tow truck.

  “I’d take a guess and say that somebody really don’t like you,” he said.

  “It’s obvious, ain’t it? And as I keep thinking about who, my list grows longer and longer.”

  “Damn, you got that many enemies?”

  “I didn’t think so, but—”

  The tow truck pulled off and we got into Shane’s car. He reached for his rearview mirror to adjust it.

  “So, where do you live?” he asked.

  “I live in Lake St. Louis, but I was hoping that I could spend the night with you. In the morning, you can take me to find some tires for my car—that’s if you don’t mind.”

  “I got a job, baby. You want me to put my job aside for you?” he smiled.

  I pouted, “Please.”

  He winked and started his car.

  Shane drove off and headed to his place. He lived in the Central West End, so we were there in less than fifteen minutes. He had a brick ranch style house that was much better than the studio apartment he’d had a few years ago.

  When we got inside, his place was decked out with contemporary furniture. The colors were mostly gray, black, and white; his off-white leather sofa in the living room was off the chain. I followed behind him towards his bedroom. He tossed his keys on a nightstand, but I remained in the doorway.

  “I had a long day,” he said, sitting on the bed and pulling his shirt over his head. “I’ll get you a few pillows so you can sleep in my guest room.”

  My first thought was Jaylin. I looked at Shane’s king sized bed and thought about the magic that was supposed to take place there. Then, I thought about how I had no desire to be in the guest room tonight. I wanted to be held by the muscular bare chest, hunk of a man that was in my view.

  “Aren’t you going to show me around your place? Also, I’d like to take a shower before I go to bed.”

  Shane’s eyes searched me up and down before escorting me to another room.

  “This is where you’ll be sleeping tonight,” he said. “Unless . . .” He walked me over to another room close by, “Unless you’d like to sleep in here. This room is a bit smaller than the other, so I suggest you choose that one.”

  Both rooms looked cozy, so it didn’t matter to me either way. He then took me through the living room and into his kitchen. It was beautifully decorated with contemporary burnt orange leather chairs and a square glass table. To add an even more exquisite taste to it, he had stainless steel appliances and huge rugs covered the shiny hardwood floors.

  “You can tell I don’t use the kitchen that often,” he said.

  I laughed and agreed because it was spotless.

  After we left the kitchen, he took me further back into another room. This place, he said, was his office. He turned on the light and I walked in to take a look. It was nice too, for a home office, and was dressed with mahogany leather and black. His black wooden desk and bookshelves were cluttered with papers and books.

  “I apologize for the mess in here, but when it’s clean, it looks a whole lot better.”

  “No need to apologize. I can tell that you got it going on.” I smiled and walked over to his desk, noticing a drawing that looked familiar to me. I picked it up. Shane tried to snatch it away, but I could already tell it was me.

  “Did you draw this?” I asked.

  “Who else drew it?” he said. “Now, give it here.”

  I stared at the picture, as it was awesomely drawn. “I didn’t know you could draw like this. And furthermore, why are you over here drawing pictures of me?”

  He folded his arms in front of him, and all muscle showed. “If you must know, Pretty Lady, I drew that picture be . . . because I was thinking about you.”

  “And, why are you thinking about me?”

  “I think about who I want to think about. You got a problem with that?”

  “No, no,” I said, placing the picture back on his desk. “You keep your li’l thoughts to yourself.”

  I strutted out of his office and he followed behind me. On our way back to his room he stopped at the linen closet, grabbed two pillows, and some towels.

  “I got three bathrooms, take your pick. Hallway, guest room, or my room?”

  “I’ll use the one in your bedroom. That way, you can think about me while you watch.”

  “No thanks,” Shane said.

  We went into his bedroom and he opened the double doors that led to his bathroom. He placed the towels on the counter and told me he’d put the pillows in the guest room.

  “If you need anything else, let me know.”

  “I need something to sleep in.”

  “Will a T-shirt be fine?”

  “Yes, that’ll do.”

  He nodded, and shortly after came back with a white T-shirt. He placed it on the counter next to my towels, and glanced at me as I stood with the back of my dress partially unzipped. I pulled my hair over to the side and turned my back towards him.

  “Can you help me with this zipper,” I asked. “I think it’s stuck.”

  He came up from behind, unzipping my dress to the middle of my butt. Since I didn’t have on any panties, I was sure he’d gotten a peek.

  “It didn’t seem stuck to me,” he said. He walked back over to the doors. “Enjoy,” he said, and then closed them.

  I knew Shane wanted me just as much as I wanted him. One of us was about to give in, but after what happened the last time we were together, it wasn’t going to be me.

  I got naked and walked to the doors to open them. Shane lay across his bed while paging through a magazine.

  “It’s a bit stuffy in here,” I said. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to leave the doors open.”

  Shane gazed at my naked body and I could only imagine where his mind was when I turned my back. I stepped up the three steps that led to the glass shower and stood inside. Before turning on the water, I looked to see if he was watching me. His eyes were focused on the magazine in front of him.

  Warm water sprayed out and dripped down my body. I lathered soap in my hands, rubbing it all over my body. I looked up again, but this time, Shane’s eyes connected with mine. We just stared, waiting to see who would make the next move. Without looking down, he turned the page to the magazine, and then lowered his head again.

  I got back to cleansing my body and noticed Shane’s eyes glued to me again. This time, I had even more lather on me and massaged my soapy breasts together. My nipples were erect, and as the water ran between my legs, I lowered my soapy hand and rubbed between my upper thighs. I figured I’d give Shane a little something extra to watch, so I turned around and bent over. I scrubbed my ankles and allowed the water to drip down and rinse me.

  As soon as I turned around, Shane had slid the glass door over. He was naked and stepped inside to join me.

  “You’re a dick teaser,” he said with a sponge in his hand.

  “Since you’re standing here, I guess I must be good at what I do, huh?”

  “Damn good,” he admitted. He touched the side of my face with his hand and moved my wet hair away from my eyes. Our lips met up and the water sprayed on both of our faces. I felt his hard dick pressing against my stomach and couldn’t wait for him to get inside of me. We had already wasted too much time, so I reached down and stroked his goods with my hands. I could tell by his heavy breathing that he enjoyed my touch.

  I waited until the water rinsed Shane’s dick, then edged up on the tips of my toes. I placed his pipe between my legs, allowing him to separate me, and guide against my walls. I tightly grabbed his muscular ass, each time he backed up, slid back in, and pressed against my clit with the tip of his overly thick head. The feel of it had me going crazy and I was ready to cut the foreplay.

  I backed away from his lips and looked into his eyes. “Lift me up and give me what I want,” I whispered. He stared at me and backed his dick out from between my legs. He lathered the sponge with soap and water and turned me around to face the shower’s w
all. With warm water still dripping down my body, he used the sponge to wash me. As he worked my back with the sponge, he reached his other hand around to my front side and massaged my breasts. When he lowered the sponge to my ass and washed it, he lowered his hand down my front side and circled his fingers around my clit. I closed my eyes and held my hair up in my hands. I bit down on my lip because the feeling was right where I needed it to be.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered. I spread my legs further apart and Shane dropped the sponge to the shower’s floor. He continued to rub my clit and used his other hand to insert my kitty cat from behind. It purred for him and he fingered me good. So good that I was surely about to cum.

  “Shaaane,” I moaned. “I don’t want to come like this. Please put it inside. Now.” I demanded.

  He removed his hand from my clit, but continued to work me from the backside. “How bad do you want it?”

  “Really, really bad.”

  “And, how bad is really bad.”

  “So . . . so bad that I can already feel it.”

  “That’s good,” he said, removing his fingers from inside me. I bent slightly over and Shane stood behind me. He opened me up from behind, and finally, made his way in. I gasped from the feeling and we both needed a moment to regroup. The intensity made both of us want to cum quickly.

  “See, this is what you get for teasing me,” he said. “Now, don’t move. Just give me a minute.”

  “You’re the one teasing me. If you move, I’m cumming. I’m warning you.”

  Shane stood for a moment and calmed himself. I closed my eyes as he rubbed the dripping water up and down on my back. He slowly navigated in and out of me, gripping his hands into my hips. His pipe touched every corner of my walls and completely filled my insides. I could feel him in my abdomen and I let it be known by the sounds of my soft moans.

  “Mmmm, this feels so good, baby. I’ve waited a long, long time to feel like this again,” I said.

  Shane didn’t respond. He kept with his slow and smooth stroking, and my knees were about to buckle. He felt my insides grip on his dick and dug his fingers into my hips to hold my body in place.