Naughty by Nature

by Brenda Hampton

  “Well, if you told her, then why you worried about her seeing the CD?”

  “There’s a difference between me telling her, and her seeing it for herself. I ain’t trying to bring no hurt on her like that. And, when you hurt her, you hurt me. Like I said, Felicia just better make sure that CD don’t make it nowhere near my house.”

  “I gotta go by the office later to pick up some more of my things. Maybe she’ll be singing a new tune, I don’t know. As of this morning, she was still out there. Especially, when she found out Scorp—I had company.”

  “Stop letting that shit slip out your mouth. We gon’ be cool, and we’ll remain cool if you keep your personal business to yourself. For the last time, I do not wish to know what goes on between you and her.”

  “I apologize for letting that slip. From this moment on, my business is nobody’s business but my own.”

  “Smart move. I’ll hit you back after I talk to Mr. Mayor.”

  Jaylin hung up and I sat back in my chair. I took a sigh of relief and was glad things remained cool with us. Still, I wasn’t happy about betraying him. Since we’d squashed our fallout over Felicia many years ago, Jaylin had been nothing but a good friend to me. I knew that even though he hadn’t, and wouldn’t admit it; the thought of me being with Scorpio was eating him up inside. Married to Nokea or not, it had to frustrate him.

  When Jaylin called back, he said that Mr. Mayor had some minor issues he wanted to resolve with me. When I called him, he said he wanted me to redo the design and make it completely my own. He knew Felicia had added her touch to it, but he wanted to see if I was capable of handling the project on my own. Since I’d done most of the work, it wasn’t that difficult to remove her ideas and add more of mine to the design. In addition to that, I called Frick to see if he could meet with me as soon as possible. I was anxious to relinquish my partnership with Davenports and move forward with Alexander & Company. I had a feeling that it was going to be the best thing since sliced bread.

  My visit with Mr. Frick took up more time than I anticipated. He called in another attorney who could represent me. Being loyal to Felicia because she was the president of Davenports, Frick felt it was in my best interest to work with Mr. McCalla. Either way, we all sat in Frick’s office until almost 9:00 P.M., trying to work out the details. I found myself gazing at my watch and looking at the clock on the wall. The thought of Scorpio was on my mind, but my business had to take priority.

  Finally, we wrapped up our meeting around a quarter to ten. I thanked both Frick and McCalla, and couldn’t wait to return the four missed calls I’d gotten from Scorpio while in my meeting. Mr. Mayor called too, so I called him first to get our business out of the way.

  When I returned his call, he wanted the new design completed by tomorrow and asked for an early meeting with me. Knowing that it would be a bad move to tell him anything other than: I’d see him tomorrow—I told him just that. I got on the elevator, took it down to the lobby, and dialed Scorpio’s number to call her back.

  “Listen, I’m gonna have to take a rain check for tonight. I’ll give you a call on Sunday, and hopefully, we can get together then,” I said.

  “Sunday? Yeah, I guess,” she said. “Besides, I’m a little tired anyway.”

  “Yeah, me too. I have to reconstruct one of my designs for the Mayor’s Group. It’ll probably take me all night, but I gotta get it done.”

  “I understand. Just give me a call Sunday and we’ll see what’s up.”

  “Will do, baby. Until then, stay sweet, alright?”

  “Sure,” she said, and then hung up.

  SCORPIO

  17

  Men. Now, that’s the kind of mess that irks the hell out of me. You give them some pussy, and then, they come up with excuses not to see you again. Thing is, I had a feeling Shane was going to play me like he did. He got what the hell he wanted, so why follow through with the plan? I was sure him and Jaylin had a superb time comparing notes, but now, all they would have of me were memories.

  No doubt, I was mad, but I sure wasn’t going to trip. I’d just continue to do what I do best and that’s make men crave for me like they’re already doing. What Shane didn’t know was he added himself to the top of my “dangle list”. Meaning, I call the shots, not him. I’ll dangle his butt on a string until I get tired, and whenever I do, I promise to cut the string and drop him like a hot potato.

  I was so angry with Shane that I sat in my office with the phone resting in my hand. To hell with Sunday. As far as I was concerned, he’d never ever see me again. Furious, I picked up the phone and dialed Spencer’s number. I had a feeling that he was the one who slashed my tires, so it was time I gave him a piece of my mind. When I called his house, a female answered. I wasn’t surprised because I knew he’d move onto someone else, since he knew our relationship wasn’t salvageable.

  “So, I see you’ve already found yourself a new trick,” I said. “I hope she can help you pay for the damage you’ve done.”

  “What do you want, Scorpio?”

  “I want one thousand and fifty dollars for the tires you slashed. That was so immature of you, but what more can I expect from a man with such a little penis.”

  “Don’t make me go off on you. I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but when I get to Jay’s on Monday, you’d better be singing a new tune.”

  “You won’t be coming in here anymore. I plan to call the post office and let them know who’s responsible for my car, Spencer. I will also obtain a restraining order against you, and if you come near me again, I will have you arrested.”

  I hung up and didn’t allow him to say anything else. Why would I listen to his lies anyway, when I damn well knew he was the one responsible for slashing my tires? Besides, who else would want to hurt me in such a way? Jamaica’s man, Darious, came to mind, but when I talked to her about it, she told me he was with her that night. I really didn’t suspect him because if he’d had it out for anybody, it would have been Bernie for aiming a gun at him.

  As I was in deep thought, my cell phone rang.

  “Hello,” I said again, and got no response. The caller breathed heavily into the phone. I tried to distinguish the sound from a male or female, but I couldn’t.

  “You’re one sad lonely fool on the other end of this phone,” I said. “Spencer, I know it’s you. I guess your li’l girlfriend is already exhausted from that pencil you just poked inside of her, and now, you have nothing else to do.”

  The breathing got heavier, and after I took a few deep breaths myself, I hung up. Whoever it was called back, and instead of listening, I turned off my phone.

  I rushed out of my office to pay Spencer a visit. This shit was going to stop! I grabbed my purse and cell phone from my desk and headed out.

  When I reached the shop area, I stopped to tell Bernie I wouldn’t be back and I asked her to lock up for me when she was finished. She was waiting for Eva to come out of the restroom. I’d guessed since she was getting her eyelashes done, she’d obviously forgiven my ghetto fabulous establishment.

  She came out of the bathroom and I gave her a fake smile. “I’m glad you decided to come back,” I said.

  “Bernie assured me I was in a safe place, so I’m cool with that. I still don’t agree with how you conduct yourself as the owner, but that ain’t my business.”

  I wanted to go off, but Bernie gave me a look that said “don’t.” Instead, I gave my good-byes to Yasing and Deidra who were still hard at work, too.

  I was at Spencer’s house in no time. Anxious to put him in his place, I hurried to the door and knocked. It took him awhile to answer, but he did. My eyes searched him over as he stood in the doorway with his cotton robe on.

  “What do you want?” he said, while holding the door open.

  “We need to talk.” I moved forward, as if I wasn’t leaving, and he opened the door wider so I could come in. It was hard for him to turn me away because I was dressed in a pair of hip-hugging white capris, rev
ealing my thong. The peach tube-top I wore draped low in the front and showed my cleavage and ab-tight midriff. I saw him look down at my white strapped high-heeled sandals and work his way up to my face that he obviously adored.

  “I have company, Scorpio. Can’t this wait until tomorrow ?”

  Company or not, I strutted into his living room and stood by his couch. I folded my arms in front of me and pushed my breasts up to give them more boost. “You need to ask your company to leave. I don’t understand how you could stoop so low and slash my tires like you did. And, the phone calls are annoying.”

  He walked toward me. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t slash your tires, nor have I made any obscene phone calls to you. That’s childish and I don’t play those kinds of games.”

  I gave him a hard stare, and from observing Spencer, it didn’t look as if he was lying. “It’s not like you’d admit to doing it anyway, would you?”

  “If I were that angry with you, hell yes, I would admit to doing it. As a matter of fact, I would want you to know I did it.”

  “Yeah, whatever,” I said.

  “Okay, now that we got that straight, do you think this li’l dick Negro can get back to his date? Since you didn’t want me, I had to find somebody else. She’s waiting for me in the dining—”

  “Make her leave,” I said, bluntly.

  “I don’t think so, baby. You got it, but you ain’t got it like that.”

  I gave Spencer a seductive look and walked closer to him. I pressed myself against him and lowered my hand. It touched the outside of his robe and I rubbed my hand on his woodpecker that had already started to rise.

  I then whispered in his ear. “Who do you see in your bedroom tonight? Her or me? You have five seconds to make up your mind and if I don’t get a response I’m leaving.” I helped him quickly make up his mind when I placed his hand between my legs.

  He moved his hand back and smiled. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be right back. Don’t go nowhere, alright ?”

  I smirked, and as he headed off to the dining room, I took a seat on his couch. I picked up a workout magazine from the table and paged through it. Less than three minutes later, Spencer and “his date” came through the door. I stood up and gave her a back-off-bitch look as if I really cared that she was spending time with Spencer.

  He spoke first. “Kayla, this is Scorpio. We kind of need to resolve some issues and I promise I’ll call—”

  I interrupted. “Spencer don’t lie to her like that. Women don’t like liars. All we ever want is the truth, and the truth is, Kayla, Spencer and I are about to have sex. Your being here will be an interference, so I told him to ask you to leave.”

  She turned to Spencer. “Do not call me ever again. And when I see you at work, don’t say nothing to me, you got it?” she yelled.

  Spencer didn’t trip because he knew what he was about to get himself into. “Hey, no problem,” he smiled. “I’m not an ass kisser, baby.”

  Kayla looked as if she was a classy lady and didn’t even clown. I respected her reaction and watched as she made her way to the door. After she slammed it, Spencer walked over to the lights to dim them. He untied the belt around his robe and let the belt drop to his sides. His robe slid open and I glanced down at his dick that pointed in my direction. Again, what a huge disappointment. Playing this game wasn’t worth my time, but I had to show him who was in control of things.

  I gave off a fake smile and pulled my shirt over my head. Spencer came up and wrapped his arms around my waist. He reached for the zipper to my capris, and after he unzipped them, I pulled them over my big behind and they fell to the floor. I stood in my white thong, revealing all my goods. The thong was supposed to be for Shane’s eyes only, but there I was with Spencer who I had very little desire for.

  In my pretend mode, I rubbed his back as he lowered his head, and licked my nipples.

  “I want to fuck you bad, Scorpio. Let’s go to my room, okay?”

  I smiled and lightly pushed him backward. “Lay back on the couch,” I suggested. “Then, we’ll go to your room.”

  Spencer backed up on the couch behind him and I eased my way on top of him. I placed my lips on his and our tongues danced a bit. I licked up and down his neck, and for a bit more entertainment, I lowered myself to lick his nipples. His hands were all over my ass, and to heat up things even more, I allowed him to feel the heat between my legs.

  He attempted to enter me, but I backed up a bit and let the tips of my nipples touch his chest. He grazed them with his hands.

  “Where you going, baby?” he asked.

  “I—I forgot my condoms. And . . . I’m really not feeling this right now.”

  His jaw dropped. “What you mean, you ain’t feeling this? And, you know I got some condoms.”

  I backed up again and stood up. I combed my fingers through my hair and continued to tease him with my almost naked body. “I mean, I just changed my mind about having sex with you.”

  He grabbed my wrist. “Hell, naw. You can’t be changing your mind when we’re in the middle of something like that. Come here and chill out.”

  I snatched my wrist away from him. “I said that I don’t feel like it Spencer. At first I did, but now I don’t. A woman has a right to change her mind, doesn’t she? You know, just like you changed your mind about asking Kayla to leave. That was cold, and if you do that to her, what makes me think you wouldn’t do that to me?”

  He looked pitiful. “I would never do that to you.” He held my wrist again. “Now come on and quit playing.”

  I snatched away again. “Does it look like I’m playing? I am serious as serious can get. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said, already reaching for my capris on the floor.

  He quickly stood up. “This shit ain’t going down like this! How the fuck you gon’ play me?”

  “Spencer, you played yourself. I will never have respect for a man who did what you did. I don’t care how desperate you were to get inside of me, if you had plans with somebody else, then you should have stuck to them. You very well could have fucked up a good thing, and for what?” I laughed. “For a piece of ass that ain’t got no love for you.” I reached for my capris and Spencer snatched them out of my hand.

  “You fucking bitch,” he said. “I should kick your ass for trying to play me. But, ain’t no trip. Bitches like you come and go all the time.”

  “Good, Spencer. And if you have a gang of bitches like me in your life, maybe you need to start rethinking some things. It seems to me as if you might be getting played quite often. Now, if you wouldn’t mind handing me my capris so I can go.”

  “I ain’t giving you nothing.” He reached for my shirt too, but I was able to snatch it from him and put it on. “Get the hell out of here. You’ll have to fight me for your pants.”

  I guess he felt as if it was a problem for me to leave in my thong and a shirt. I’d once made my living as a stripper and showing off my body was never a problem for me. I reached for my purse on the table and tucked it underneath my arm. Still in my high heels, I swished my ass from side to side so that Spencer could get one last look at what he’d never have again.

  “Fucking freak,” he mumbled. “Whoever that motherfucka Jaylin is tattooed on your ass, he must be a damn fool.”

  I opened the door and turned to Spencer. “It’s men like you and him who make me do what I do best. Until you learn how to grow the hell up and be a real man, then only at that time will I show you some respect. Until then, if you want to see more of the power of my pussy, then call me again. I have no problem treating you like I do, and frankly, I enjoy it. In the meantime, stop calling my phone and stalking me. If not, you’re going to wish that you never met me.” I slammed the door and could hear Spencer yakking. By the time he made it to the door, I was already backing my car out of his driveway. I blew him a kiss and took off.

  It was late, and I didn’t want to go home dressed as I was. Instead, I called Maxwell to see if he wanted s
ome company. I was still bitter about Shane so I needed something to tear into tonight. When I called Maxwell’s cell phone, he told me to come on over. I suggested we meet at a hotel, but he insisted coming to his house was fine.

  “Maxwell, I’m uneasy about coming to your house. Your wife is going to kill me and you, too.”

  “Scorpio, my wife left me. She’s been seeing somebody, and she knows that I’ve been seeing someone as well. We decided to go our separate ways.”

  “Is that right,” I said. I knew there were always two sides to every story, but since I was in the mood for a decent fuck, I really didn’t care to hear it. “I’ll be there shortly. I have minimal clothes on so don’t be alarmed when you see me.”

  “Baby, I don’t care what you got on. It’s coming off as soon as you hit the door.”

  We laughed, but I knew Maxwell was serious.

  When I reached Maxwell’s house in the Hampton’s of Chesterfield, it was way after midnight.

  “Where are your clothes at?” he asked.

  “It’s a long story and I’ll be happy to share it with you later. For now, just hold me.”

  Maxwell didn’t have no problem accommodating my request. He walked with me to his bedroom where he had a blanket laid on the floor in front of an unlit fireplace.

  I lay down on the blanket and he lay down to face me. I didn’t want to hurt Maxwell, but a big part of me knew that eventually I was going to. By all means, he’d put me before his wife, and for me, that wasn’t cool.

  “What do you want from me Maxwell?”

  “I don’t know. . . .Why do you ask?”

  “Because I don’t know what else I can offer you but sex.”

  “Then, maybe that’s all I want. With all that’s going on between my wife and me, I’m not looking for another woman to take her place. I’m kind of looking forward to being free. We’ve been married for twenty-one years and I need something fresh and lively. I guess she feels the same way since she left me, but we need this time apart. Besides, being with you makes me feel rejuvenated. I’ve done things with you that I haven’t even explored with her.”