Keisha got behind the curtain and girls had their breasts out and were kissing each other for his satisfaction.
“Yes, yes. What do we have here?” he said, impressed by Keisha. “All of you can leave.” He hurried them out of the room.
Keisha was disgusted by him but she had a job to do so she played the role.
“Since you interrupted my session you have to pick up where they left off.” He reclined.
“Not so fast. Let me see what size you are working with because I definitely don’t want to waste my time. Especially if you can’t handle a woman like me.” She knew that would have him cease his antics; besides, no man wants to be questioned about his size.
“I like a woman who takes charge. You’re sexy and confident. I love you. Marry me.” He took his diamond pinky ring off his finger and got down on his knee in front of her. Keisha knew she had him hook, line, and sinker.
When she got to the other club Bling was already on stage. Every desperate female was up front, trying to reach out and touch, except a few couples who remained at a distance. The videographer turned the camera toward the back and the bright light was blinding. But her pupils adjusted to the light and she refocused on Bling and his eyes focused on her because she definitely stood out from the rest.
He moved across the stage, serenading the females, but a magnetic force drew him back to her; he was captivated by her beauty. Keisha knew she had his attention so she walked away knowing his eyes were following her every move. Keisha made her way to the bar where she ordered another drink and watched the rest of his performance. After taking a few pictures with some of his fans, Bling made his way to the bar with his posse tagging along. One of his friends whispered in Keisha’s ear but she showed no interest in what he had to say. She looked past him and addressed Bling. “I enjoyed your performance. You are very talented.”
“Thanks.”
“I see you have a lot of fans.”
“Does that include you too?” He smiled at her.
“She is more like a groupie,” the guy she had ignored stated for all to hear.
“So where is your next performance? I would like to check you out.”
“Go check out my Facebook page. You will find upcoming events there, or you can follow me on Twitter.”
He turned to walk away from her. She held on to his arm but he loosened her grip.
“Where are you rushing off to? I was hoping you wouldn’t mind going somewhere quiet so we could talk. Maybe we can get out of here.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you but I have other engagements. Besides, I’m a married man.” He turned away from her.
Her ego was shattered. Her heart skipped a beat. She was choking on her ego. She was about to faint. He turned her down. She swallowed her spit trying to push down her guts because they wanted to come up.
“Are you intimidated by the challenge?” she retorted.
“I won’t refuse the offer; besides, there is nothing wrong with some groupie love. I can make you a star, a porn star!” They all laughed.
“Okay. I have a better offer. Let me sample the product and I can put you at the front of the line to get with my friend,” the annoying friend added.
She looked at him as if he were an annoying barking poodle trying to get some attention. He continued laughing so hard and spilled his drink on her expensive Jimmy Choos. A few fans bum-rushed Bling, pushing Keisha out of the way. She was furious. She stormed into the bathroom irritably, grabbing paper towels and wiping her feet.
“Who the hell does he think he is turning me down? I’m the hottest chick in this bitch.”
A few females entered the bathroom and she composed herself. They complimented her on her outfit, even her makeup.
“Wouldn’t you like to be me?” she said, annoyed.
She grabbed her purse and exited the bathroom, annoyed by the females invading her space and informing her of what she already knew. This was the first time in her life she had ever been turned down by any man, whether he was gay or straight.
She left the club upset and angry that she had failed her mission. She didn’t even bother to tell Tina that she was leaving. She took her shoes off in the car because the pain was more than she could bear.
She pulled into her driveway and exited her car, tiptoeing to the door. She turned the key in the door and remembered that she didn’t secure her car. Beep, beep. The car answered when she pressed the lock button.
She launched her shoes into the wall, unleashing her anger. She planted her face into her pillow and screamed. When she picked her face up off the white pillowcase the outline of her face showed her true color. It was something out of a scary movie. She created perfection with her makeup but she was ugly on the inside. The pillowcase said it all.
She walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine and drank it in one shot. Then she guzzled from the bottle, drowning her self-pity. The phone in the kitchen indicated she had new messages. She reached over with the bottle and pressed play.
“Hey, love,” a baritone voice sang. “I’m in town and you know I want to see my number one girl.”
She displayed a smile. The message was from a rich entrepreneur who would call her whenever he was in town. She didn’t consider herself to be an escort but she always got a check for a large sum whenever he left. One of his many houses was in Connecticut and for however long he stayed Keisha would be wined and dined like a princess. Mr. Money was visiting his Connecticut home to see what changes he could make to make it more earth friendly. He was going green. He was also a health-conscious person and had stopped eating meat the last time she saw him but her meat was still on the menu if you know what I mean. Her confidence resurfaced and she danced to her bedroom. After all, her confidence was cracked, not shattered by Bling. Now it was a whole new ball game. She had to come up with a plan, a good plan, because she was going to attack with weapons of mass destruction. She turned the stained pillow to the opposite side and laid her head to rest with a smile on her face.
Chapter 6
The ringing of the phone woke Keisha from her slumber. She reached for her cell on the nightstand without turning her head. “Hello,” she answered with a raspy voice.
“I miss you.”
Keisha tossed the sheet from her body and sat up. “Martin?”
“Yes. It’s me. I miss you, baby girl. I want you back in my life and just to prove how serious I am, there’s a surprise outside for you.”
Keisha wiped the crust out of her eyes and ran to the window and a brand new Benz sat in her driveway with a red bow. “Oh my God!” Keisha screamed.
Nikki ran out of her bedroom, thinking something was wrong. Keisha was jumping up and down on the couch like a madwoman.
“What the hell is your problem?” Nikki yelled at her.
Keisha grabbed her arm and brought her to the window. “Look! That’s my new car.”
Nikki walked away from her without rejoice. “As if you needed another car.”
Keisha composed herself and brought her attention back to the phone. “Thanks, Martin.”
“Don’t worry about the payments. I got that. Can I see you tonight?”
“Not tonight, Martin. Besides, things have changed.” Ever since his wife had found out about their affair she hadn’t seen or heard from him. Keisha wasn’t going to inquire about his wife or kids because she couldn’t care less.
“I’m sorry for the way things ended but I’m going to make all that up to you. All the paper work is good on the car so you can start driving today.”
If sugar daddy’s intentions were to get back with her it wasn’t going to happen. She would tell him whatever he wanted to hear to get what she wanted but honestly she wasn’t interested in him anymore. “Bye, Martin.” Keisha ended the conversation and ran to the shower. She wasn’t going to waste her day inside when she had a new Benz to ride around in.
The bathroom was steamy when Nikki opened the door. She couldn’t see herself in the m
irror. She took a washcloth from the towel rack and defrosted the mirror. Keisha was singing in the shower so she didn’t even realize that Nikki had entered. Nikki took her toothbrush from the holder and covered the bristles with Crest toothpaste. Keisha slid the shower curtain and almost gave herself a heart attack when she saw Nikki. Nikki continued brushing her teeth.
“I would appreciate some privacy,” Keisha protested with water dripping from her naked body.
Nikki rinsed her mouth and looked at her from the mirror. “Do you mind stepping out the shower so I can get in?”
Keisha reached for her towel. “You better get down off your high horse before I push you off.” Keisha walked out of the bathroom.
Nikki had an attitude when she saw Keisha’s new car but it wasn’t because she was jealous. It was simply because she opposed the lifestyle Keisha chose.
Keisha got dressed in record time. She ran outside and opened the door to her new Benz and inhaled the leather interior. She hastily walked to her five-year-old BMW to retrieve her CDs.
She pulled out of her driveway and slowly drove down the street with the red bow still on top of the car, letting everyone know that her ride was brand new. She was the envy of every woman. Just days ago Keisha was driving a five-year-old BMW and girls were envious.
Keisha approached a stoplight and pulled up next to a car carrying two men with their hormones raging. They were hooting and hollering. She blew them a kiss and they sped off with their manhood swollen big as their male egos.
Keisha didn’t have a destination in mind. She would just drive wherever the wind blew. After an hour of driving she made an impromptu decision to get her hair done. She didn’t have an appointment but her hairdresser, Poochie, would still take her because she was a big tipper. Keisha pulled up just in time to get a parking spot in front of the salon. A woman left the salon with a ghetto fabulous hairdo and Keisha busted out laughing. She was parked in front of the salon so Keisha took her spot.
She got out of her new Benz and all eyes were on her. She entered the salon and Poochie barked at her, “I know you are not coming in here without an appointment on a Saturday.”
Keisha walked over and kissed her on her cheek. A customer was in her chair getting the last roller put in. “Come on, P. You know I’m going to tip you big.”
Poochie called her next customer and started shampooing her hair. “I don’t know, Keisha. I have three people ahead of you.”
Keisha viewed the room for the first time and noticed all the chairs were occupied. “I just need a flat iron. It won’t take long. Just tell one of these nappy-head chicks to wait.”
Poochie rolled her eyes at her. “Don’t come in here starting no shit. But I’ll see if I can squeeze you in. If not you just have to let Toya do your hair.”
“P. I’ll pay you double.”
Keisha looked over at Toya and rolled her eyes. This was the first time Poochie had rejected her money. What the hell is that all about? Maybe that bitch is jealous of my new ride. No matter how many nappy roots you perm you can never be on my level. So go on, hater, continue to hate. I should just leave this raggedy-ass salon. She was about to put one foot in front of the other but had second thoughts because nobody could do hair better than Poochie.
Keisha picked up a fashion magazine and sat in the empty shampoo chair. She skipped through several pages before the black Dolce & Gabbana dress caught her eyes. The dress looked better than the one David’s ho for hire had on. It was knee length with low-cut cleavage with sheer lace down to the belly button. Keisha knew it would hug her body perfectly. I have to get that. She made a personal note to herself.
She was there for more than an hour before it was finally her turn. “Mrs. G. fell asleep so I can squeeze you in.”
Keisha got up, taking the magazine with her. “You call this squeezing me in? I’ve been here over an hour.”
Poochie had the hot iron in her hand. “Sit you ass in this chair so I can straighten your nappy roots.”
Keisha’s phone started to ring. She took a quick glance and it was Tina. She had forgotten that she was supposed to meet with her for lunch at their favorite Jamaican restaurant. She knew Tina well enough to know that her patience ran thin. Keisha checked her watch and she was more than a half hour late. She knew Tina would be furious. “Hello. Tina, I’ll be there in a minute.” She switched the cell phone to her left ear because Poochie threatened to burn her with the flat iron if she didn’t keep still.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting your hair done and I’m here waiting on you.”
“I’m not getting my hair done,” Keisha lied.
Poochie looked her in the face. “You’re going to hell in a hand basket,” she whispered.
“I’ll meet you there,” Keisha said, covering her phone.
“May I take your order?” Keisha heard the waiter ask Tina. His accent was sharp but exotic to make you want him to read the whole menu out loud.
“It’s a known fact that Jamaican men are wild beasts in the sheets,” Keisha teased. “Besides, a one-night stand wouldn’t hurt.”
“Can you give me a few more minutes please?”
“Take your time.”
“Keisha. You should see his thick, juicy lips. He is hot.”
“Calm down. He can’t look that good. I would have seen him already, as often as I dine there.”
“If only I could see what his body looks like under his shirt.”
“You need to dismiss the thought because you know he can’t support you on a waiter’s income. Unless you could deal with a broke stalker.” They both laughed.
“But, damn, a one-night stand wouldn’t hurt.”
“Like I said, broke stalker. But I’ll be there in a minute.”
“You said the same thing ten minutes ago.”
Keisha hung up the phone and got up out of the chair. “Here is fifty. Keep the change. Mrs. G, it’s your turn,” Keisha bellowed as she passed by her, waking her from her slumber.
Tina was calling her back and she ignored the call. Telling her she would be there in a minute wouldn’t work this time. It took her twenty minutes to pull up at the restaurant. She saw Tina outside, looking up and down the street for any sign of her car. Keisha’s phone was ringing again and she knew it was Tina calling her because she saw her with the phone at her ear. “Have some patience, woman.” She took the keys out of the ignition.
“Where the hell are you? If you are not here in ten minutes I’m leaving.”
Keisha exited her new candy-apple Benz and waved at her. Tina jaw dropped open. Cars slowed in both directions, giving her access to cross the street. She did her regular sassy walk as if she were on the runway. Tina hugged her, screaming with joy and envy.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you bought a new car? You are such a bitch.”
“I know.”
The bystanders commented on her car, also about her, and she loved it. They walked into the restaurant like two peas in a pod. Tina’s six-inch heel broke, causing her to trip, falling into the arms of a man with unpleasantly smelly armpits.
“Are you irie, sista?”
Holding her breath she nodded her head because she didn’t dare to inhale his polluted odor.
“It’s fate dat brought us togeda.”
“It is I who broke us apart.” She pushed him away from her and departed from him.
The waiter strolled to their table with a wide smile on his face showing off his pearly white teeth. This time Tina was ready to order. She knew exactly what she wanted and it was him. “Are you ready to order now, miss?”
“Do you have a twin? You are the exact replica of someone I know,” Keisha chimed in. “I see good looks run in the family.”
The waiter smiled at the compliment. “Are you ladies ready to order?”
Tina opened her mouth to speak but Keisha cut her off. “Are you on the menu?”
“It depends on what the order is.”
Tina was looking at Keisha, unsure of her
intentions. “I’m ready to . . .” Tina tried to speak again, but before she could finish Keisha cut her off in midsentence and placed her order.
“I would like to have you on a silver platter.” Keisha was going in for the kill. She questioned him about himself as if he were on the menu. The couple sitting at the table next to her was astonished at her bold pursuit. She told him what she wanted and laid down the rules of engagement. It was a one-time deal but if his performance was up to standards there was a possibility she would keep him around.
“I would love to take you on a tour of the kitchen. My shift is ending.”
He was up for the tryst. Tina was baffled as to why Keisha would do that to her. She didn’t think she would want to mingle with grease and pots and other utensils.
The waiter extended his arm to Keisha and she reached for it. “I’ll let you know what the rock is cooking,” Keisha stated as she left the table.
They entered the kitchen and the heat was the first thing to greet her, followed by all the different aromas of Caribbean cuisine. Two cooks took their attention away from the big pots and greeted the waiter with a respectful nod, while another placed chicken in a big pan of hot oil. She held his hand tight because she felt out of place.
“Can’t stand the heat in the kitchen?” he whispered in her ear.
The warm air tickled her ear, sending signals to her breasts, arousing her nipples. They made a few turns and came to a red door at the end of the hall that denied any further access to anyone without a key. He reached in his pocket and took out a single key with a map of Jamaica hanging from it. He pushed the door open and the air-conditioned room was just what she needed. The room was an office. There was a desk with a computer and lots of receipts. There was a stereo playing a song by Beres Hammond. The walls were decorated by paintings representing the islands and there was also a couch with a jacket lying on it.
The waiter slowly removed his shirt as he danced to the music, revealing his chiseled chest with a few strands of hair growing from it. Keisha braced herself against the door because she could no longer feel the air from the air conditioner; her body was getting hot. He took her by the arm and brought her close to him and kissed her lips. His lips were soft and she was enjoying it. Her nipples hardened as he unbuttoned her shirt and his big hands cupped her breasts while his lips were still glued to hers.
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