Thicker Than Water

by Takerra, Allen

  “Girl, what are you doing, we are not even VIP!” Neli screamed.

  “Bitch, just blend in, look at us, well look at me. We gettin’ in here.”

  Neli ignored Kim’s obvious insult and continued to be apprehensive.

  “Look, there goes the president of the label, and that new singer chick, unh-unh ain’t no way we going through here,” Neli insisted.

  Kim just pulled Neli along and continued to try to weasel in behind a rookie NBA player.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” a tall, bald bouncer said as he blocked Kim with his strong arm.

  “Um, excuse me, I’m going inside, I’m VIP,” Kim informed him, with an attitude. The bouncer chuckled lightly.

  “I’m sorry, VIP stands for ‘Very Important People,’ not ‘Very Important Pussy.’ ”

  He laughed hard like he had just said the funniest thing ever. Neli laughed a little.

  “Well, that’s all the same to me,” an unfamiliar voice spoke. Kim turned around to see who it was and found it to be none other than D.Gunna himself. She smiled seductively.

  “At least it’s one smart man up in here,” Kim replied. He took Kim in and licked his lips. He definitely recognized a thoroughbred when he saw one. He had just come off of tour and had seen nothing but ass, but Kim definitely could get it. Her body was sick.

  “Yo, she’s with me,” he said to the bouncer without taking his eyes off her. The bouncer moved his arm to let Kim and D.Gunna into the club along with his entourage. He pushed against Neli as if she wasn’t with them.

  “Wait! Kim, what about me?”

  Kim just turned around and gave her a look like, Girl let me live, and kept walking.

  “But I came in your car!”

  But it was too late, Kim was inside and Neli wasn’t. She couldn’t believe it. Her cell phone!

  Neli remembered that Kim had her cell phone and she sent her a text: Kim how am I supposed to get home?

  Kim wrote Neli back almost instantly. Wait in the line and by the time you get in, it should be letting out.

  Neli sucked her teeth, she couldn’t believe this bitch. Then she got another text from Kim. She was sure she was going to say she was just joking, but then she read it.

  Why don’t you ask Sasha to come get you? . . . lol . . .

  Neli tossed her phone in her pocketbook and proceeded to the parking lot, fuming and seeing red. I got something for her ass!

  Once they got inside the club, D.Gunna couldn’t keep his hands off Kim. He kept rubbing on her ample behind as she sipped champagne and he even began licking on the rim of her ear and on her neck.

  Kim just let him, she was feeling good. Every chick in there wanted to know who was that chick D.Gunna came up in there with and why wasn’t he paying anybody else attention. Kim lived for the attention.

  “Wait ’til I get you up outta here,” he whispered in her ear, slurring his words and breathing heavy on her ear and neck. It felt kinda good.

  “You pop pills?” he asked, as if he was asking her if she wanted another drink.

  “Yeah,” she responded sexily, as he placed a small pill on her tongue and then tongue-kissed her, taking the E out of her mouth and then putting it back in. He was sexier in person than on TV. He wore a black tee with at least five pounds’ worth of jewelry. His arms were completely sleeved with tattoos; he resembled Allen Iverson in the face.

  After she swallowed down some more champagne, she handed him the empty bottle and gave him a look. He told somebody in his entourage to get him two more bottles. The dude just sneered at him, and then looked at Kim, wishing he could luck up with a chick like Kim for tonight. This bitch wouldn’t even look twice at him if he wasn’t rich. Kim looked back at the dude as if reading his mind. Ya damn right, she thought.

  He went to retrieve the champagne as D.Gunna continued to fondle Kim’s ass.

  “Damn, baby, ya body is crazy, what’s ya measurements?”

  It wasn’t the first time Kim had the question asked to her, it was almost instinct to answer.

  “38-25-46,” she whispered in his ear. D.Gunna smiled.

  “You wanna be in my video?” he asked, knowing they all did. The line almost never failed.

  Except for with Kim . . . She laughed lightly.

  “No, baby, you wanna be in my video?” she quipped, grinning as his homeboy placed two more bottles of champagne in front of them.

  D.Gunna looked at her wildly while popping one bottle open, this girl was at full speed.

  “You make videos?”

  “For my own private collection,” she answered.

  “Oh, and I can be in that?” he asked sexily while staring at her full lips, wondering if she knew how to use ’em.

  “Only if I can keep it.”

  D.Gunna was at a loss for words. He knew groupies were groupies and always down for the fuck, but they all usually tried to pretend they weren’t groupies. Like they all were good girls who just so happened to love you and you were the only rapper they wanted to get down with. Then they think you will fall for the game and fall in love with a big butt and a smile. But this chick, she seemed like she didn’t give a fuck, she was just game for whatever. He kissed her again, and slid his hand under her dress as he went to push her panties to the side, but realized she wasn’t wearing any. He stopped kissing her and looked at her like he was about to explode.

  “I can’t wait ’til I get you outta here,” he repeated again, more impatiently and excited.

  “Why wait, daddy?”

  And with that, they finished off the bottle and headed out the door.

  They rode in D.Gunna’s Porsche up to the entrance of the W hotel in the city. Kim fed to his ego just to make sure he got the most lavish room.

  “Ooh the W,” she cooed. “I love the rooms here.”

  “Oh you’ve been here before?” he asked, a little shocked and disappointed. She nodded nonchalantly.

  “Well, have you ever been in the Wow Suite?”

  She smiled, happy she attained her goal, and climbed out of the Porsche, careful to allow her dress to rise up and expose the bottom half of her butt cheeks. D.Gunna bit down on his bottom lip and smiled. He was gonna kill that tonight. They walked up to the check-in desk, and as he spoke to the woman at the desk, Kim studied how everyone in the lobby had all eyes on her. She gazed over all of them but didn’t pay attention to any, until her eyes landed on one.

  Her mouth dropped open and then formed into a smirk, noticing Blair and an older white woman standing next to the elevators. The gods were definitely on her side that evening with this strange twist of fate. Blair’s glare at Kim was filled with rage. He couldn’t believe she was here with someone else, and he couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy she was dressed. His wife observed the scantily clad hoochie checking out her husband and rolled her eyes with jealousy and intimidation. D.Gunna, oblivious to anything, grabbed Kim’s hand and led her to the very elevators where her lover was posted, anxious to get her alone. As they stood next to Blair and his wife waiting for the elevator, Kim slid her hand into D.Gunna’s pants and began fondling him. He couldn’t take it.

  “Damn, girl, you just can’t wait ’til we get to the room, huh? Whew! You sumpthin’ else, you hear me?”

  He said this sexily in his same slurred speech, and Kim was well aware of Blair’s anger, she could feel his steam. This is so crazy! she thought. It was her lucky night. She couldn’t wait to tell her girls.

  Blair looked over at Kim standing next to him and wanted so bad to be here with her tonight. The only reason he wasn’t, was because he promised his wife that they would go to a play in the city and stay at the W. She was obviously trying to rekindle the nonexistent spark in their marriage and after Kim had caused so much havoc, he was attempting to appease her. The elevator opened and all four got in. Blair pushed his floor and stood on the side of the elevator, facing in the direction that Kim and D.Gunna were standing.

  He was unaware of and wouldn’t have cared
about how blatantly he was staring at Kim. He was fuming and he wanted to grab her and smack her, and then make intense love to her. Kim pushed his buttons even more.

  “Excuse me, can you please press floor twenty-one . . . ? We’re heading up to the Wow Suite.”

  She said this softly and then licked her top lip with the tip of her tongue. Blair just stared at her. His wife nudged him to push the button, so he did.

  “What are you gawking at?” his wife asked him in a harsh whisper, that was audible to both Kim and D.Gunna. Kim went for the kill.

  “Oh, he must recognize my boo, D.Gunna, over here. He’s one of the highest-paid rappers in the game.”

  D.Gunna smiled at Kim’s ego stroke and Blair chuckled and responded.

  “I’m sorry, I really don’t listen to rap that much . . . you know, only the vets, the real rappers.”

  As D.Gunna shot Blair a challenging look, Kim came back.

  “Oh, I apologize, what kind of music do you type of people listen to these days? Soft rock, or something? You like Taylor Swift? Oh I know, y’all looking like you like that classical shit.”

  Kim and D.Gunna laughed out loud while Blair’s wife obliviously added in, “Actually, yes, we love classical.”

  Blair shut his eyes in pure embarrassment as the elevator opened to his floor. Kim gave one final look to him and turned her back to the closing doors, facing D.Gunna, as he lifted the back of her dress and fondled her bare juicy ass while they tongue-kissed. Blair’s blood continued to boil as the doors closed and the elevator continued up to the top.

  Once inside the room, D.Gunna was all over Kim.

  “Baby, take this dress off,” he ordered.

  Kim was trying not to let seeing Blair with his wife affect her and to focus on the mind-blowing sex she was sure to have tonight. That bitch looks like Gwenyth Paltrow or something, she is so fucking plain. D.Gunna began unzipping her dress and sucking on her neck but couldn’t get the latch on her dress to unhook. I bet they not even gonna fuck good. They probably gonna go to sleep or some shit. Her stupid ass didn’t recognize my voice?

  “Come on, baby, damn? You got me all worked up and shit!” D.Gunna said, outlining Kim’s curves with his hands.

  “Oh baby I am coming, but I thought we were gonna eat or something first?” Kim said, at least wanting to get another drink in her to try to forget about Blair.

  “Eat? Shit, baby, I’m trying to eat you.”

  Kim liked the sound of that, and was instantly back in the mood.

  “Well, in that case.”

  She slid off her dress and was completely naked except for her heels and jewelry. She lay back on the bed and put her knees up, opening her legs and exposing her pretty pinkness. D.Gunna wasted not time positioning on top of her and began massaging her body with his tongue, making circles around her nipples slowly down to her sweetness, as he parted her southern lips with his ridiculously long tongue and licked and sucked at her like he was parched in the desert and she was the last drop of water.

  Kim didn’t expect to cum that quickly but she didn’t expect for him to be so good. She screamed out, loud, as he continued to give it all he had. He ate her so good and for so long that she had to literally knee-lock him and push him up off her, begging him to give her throbbing pussy a break. After he got her all wet up and ready he took her to the balcony and bent her over.

  “Oh no, baby, you gotta put on a rubber,” Kim urged.

  He hesitated, sucking his teeth, but then went and grabbed one.

  “You ain’t say nothing about protection when a nigga was sucking your insides out,” he quipped slickly.

  “Well, that’s on you. You want this or not?” She turned around to face him with her hands on her hips. Kim thought about it. If she was a real scandalous bitch she’d let him run up in her, get pregnant, and be set for life. But her body was all she had and she couldn’t risk getting a disease, or worse, getting pregnant and out of shape!

  He smiled, turned her back around, bent her to where she held on to the balcony banister, and stroked her as she looked out at the city. This was the life! Forget Blair and his Stepford wife . . . After hours of marathon sex, they both ended up passed out on the hotel floor, in a deep peaceful sleep with D.Gunna still inside her.

  When Kim awoke she was in the hotel bed, covered with blankets and pillows, and she noticed there was a note along with a long table filled with room service. She looked at the clock. 5:04 A.M. What kind of Pretty Woman shit is going on? Where the hell did he go?

  She picked up the note and read it to herself.

  Hey. I had to go. Somebody from my squad got into some stuff and I had to go bail them out. Don’t worry I got your number ’cause I used your cell phone to call my phone . . . I hope you sleep good, the room’s paid for another night so you don’t have to rush in the morning. You were real good, you really know how to turn a nigga out. I will definitely be seeing you again. You got a nigga needing that, and I don’t even know ya name . . . One, Gunna.

  Kim balled the note up and threw it in her purse. Bail ya nigga out, yeah right. Hmm . . . Whatever, at least it was good.

  She picked up a strawberry and poured herself a glass of champagne. Snatching up her cell phone, she chuckled at the eighteen missed calls from Blair. He had been calling her all through the night. She put her phone down and went into the large bathroom that looked like a hotel room in itself. It contained a sauna, Jacuzzi, and a three-headed shower. She ran herself a bath and decided to take advantage of the day she had left of this room.

  Grinning at the memory of her night, Kim was damn proud of her short accomplishments. Somehow things always worked out the way she wanted them to.

  “Bitch, you lying! You did not fuck D.Gunna. Aw, hell no!” Tatum screamed, mouth wide open at Kim who was sitting on her bed. Tatum was standing in front of her door-length mirror in her bra and panties, trying to decide what to wear to Ree’s party. She decided to go in the end, after she hadn’t heard from him in days since the incident, and she missed him.

  Kim was dressed and ready to go, in a short purple Cavalli dress that Tatum had to admit was bad as hell.

  “Tay, I swear, I put it on him, and he called me.”

  “So, the nigga probably just want some more and you his Jersey hoe, he only gonna call you when he in Jersey,” Tatum warned with a pointed finger, trying to hip Kim to the game.

  “But Tay, the nigga called me from Cali.”

  Tatum looked at Kim with raised eyebrows. Oh shit! Maybe my girl did put it on him. Go Kim!

  Tatum tried on her Bebe dress for the third time but felt self-conscious in it; it was too tight on her butt. She kind of wished she would’ve taken Ree up on his offer to allow a stylist to pay her a visit, but that was before the big blow up. Tatum did not have the money to buy something new on her own, not this week at least, rent was due.

  Just then she heard her doorbell, and Kim jumped up and ran down the stairs to get it. She returned with Sasha, who looked damn cute in her True Religion jeans and a short mid-cropped blazer without a blouse underneath, just a lace bra. Tatum smiled at her in admiration.

  “Hey boo, look, I got you something.” Sasha handed Tatum the bag as Tatum looked at her with a confused look. She was always telling Sasha to stop buying her stuff with her daddy’s or with Chauncey’s money.

  Tatum opened the bag and pulled out a fly-ass black-and-white Chanel blouse and red Chanel belt with big silver C’s in the middle.

  “Sasha! This is hot, baby, thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me, just rock the top with your little black shorts, the red belt goes with your red Chanel peep toes.”

  Tatum screamed, happy she had the perfect fit, and the perfect best friend. She dressed in the outfit and did a twirl in the mirror. She looked good if she must admit it herself. She threw her hair up in a high bun and finished off with the jewelry as she sat down and let Sasha apply her makeup.

  “Anybody heard from Neli?” Sasha asked.

>   She really didn’t like having any beef in the circle; she also kind of missed her.

  “Nah, Kim left her at the club the other night though,” Tatum snickered. The three girls laughed and then all fell silent thinking about the last time they were all together.

  “I mean really though, what was that about? It was like old girl just blew up, like she been having that shit on her mind or something,” Sasha reminisced in a sulky tone as she applied some Mac shadow to Tatum’s eyelids.

  “I don’t know,” Tatum and Kim said in unison each with her own thoughts in her head.

  Tatum remembered back to the other night when they all went to the city and how Neli was acting suspicious when they all had seen Chauncey. Something was definitely going on, but Tatum was just hoping that Neli just had a little thing for Chauncey. She changed the subject quickly.

  “Y’all, I am so nervous about tonight. I mean I got little butterflies and everything, I really do miss him.” Sasha smiled and looked down at Tatum. She was truly happy, and drug lord or not, she believed that Ree was the man for her.

  “Tatum, you need to tell him how you feel before you lose him,” Sasha warned.

  Kim jumped in. “Sasha, be quiet, you melodramatic ass, she ain’t gonna lose shit! That nigga copped her the old exclusive . . . he in love.” They all giggled at that.

  By the time the girls headed out the door and piled into Sasha’s Acura, it was going on eleven o’clock. It didn’t matter though, the party was in the city, and Ree’s parties didn’t end ’til the wee hours of the morning. Sasha insisted on driving because she just knew that Tatum would end up leaving with Ree. Tatum didn’t protest in the least.

  After Kim’s weed stop, they finally arrived at the place close to midnight, and Tatum’s heart began racing. She could almost hear it drowning out the voices of her hyped friends. She reapplied lip gloss for the fourth time and made sure every hair was in place—she was definitely pulling a Sasha move.